#sorry for the terrible collage is what i mean to say

[sisterdivinium]

(One thing I find peculiar and unfortunate in current fandom business is the seeming lack of pointed discussion, so here is a humble attempt to spark a conversation and I more than welcome commentary.)

I came across someone in the notes to a post somewhere talking of how Jillian had been better styled in season two than in season one and I agreed, already seeking the justification for it in my mind. My observations are as follows:

S1 Jillian is Arq-Tech's mastermind and public face. Even though we first meet her in Morocco, in her explorer, Indiana Jones-like garb, it's the image of her running her company that sticks with us, her statements to the press, her corporate persona opening metaphorical fire upon the Church. A "powerful woman" as mainstream media constructs for us everyday, in subtle but visible makeup so as to diminish the effects of age on her face, in heels so as to peek at the rest of humanity from above, with controlled gestures meant for the inherent theatricality that comes with introducing life-changing technology to society. It is a role she plays—well, but a role nonetheless.

The scene she shares with father Vincent is worthy of mention, for while he sits without taking up much space, his body restrained to the side of a couch, his legs crossed in what is deemed a more "feminine" posture, Jillian takes up the traditional "masculine" attitude: she commands the room, her body expanding upon her seat, in the broad pose where an ankle rests upon a knee, complete with a generous glass of alcohol in hand and talon on foot. Yet this is also for show­—it's a little too calculated, a dance that was so perfected in exhaustive practice that it lost its dynamic.

Our glimpses into the more authentic Jillian come in the scenes with Michael—not only because (coded in white and blue as the Virgin Mary of immaculate conception) she plays the part of mother, but because, in her intimacy, far from journalists and employees and the public's prying eyes, she can be more herself within the areas where she conducts her studies. Starting from when Ava asks Jillian to "science her", we never see the doctor in uncomfortable shoes again, as she retreats from entrepreneurial life and into the lab.

This is clearer in season two, for, as Kristian says, she is on sabbatical, thus isolated from general view; S2 Jillian has nobody around her, nobody to impress. Locked away in her Spanish villa, consumed by her son's disappearance, she need not wear a mask. There are no more tellingly feminine accessories, no staged stunts; her clothes and footwear are even more practical, her movements less grand but more human, more expressive (here, of course, we owe it to Thekla Reuten's underrated range). Even as the OCS invites itself into her house, making it a makeshift HQ, she doesn't fall back on the act we saw in the first season.

Jillian's stepping back from the head of her company is not just in name and contract, but in body, too; she leaves the CEO role in her office and comes home to her science and her cause, to her limited inner circle of which only Michael was privy to and into which the OCS nuns end up finding their way.

Colours also indicate a shift—we begin the series seeing her associated with light hues such as white, beige and baby blues, but when season two comes in, Jillian's striking all-white attire is nowhere to be found. The Holy Mother parallel is in shambles after Michael has gone through the ark's portal, the intangibility of this "saintly", aseptic rich genius broken down, her person brought back to Earth after flights of fancy trying to open a gate to Heaven.

We see her in a darker palette, in greys with dashes of white, yes, but never again in full white. It is not just the authorisation to be herself rather than her company's face while in her private world, but also the reflection of her inner darkness and her loss upon her very appearance.

What a more definite loss could mean, now that her son is gone for good, remains a mystery.

For instance, unlike the nun who served as her superior, our Suzanne rejects the characteristic blues of the Order of the Cruciform Sword to don a heavy all-black outfit, more reminiscent of Orthodox priests than it is Roman Catholic nuns; her resurrection through Ava does not lighten her habit, if it does lighten her burden, so we can only assume, going forward, should there be any relation between how each character expresses their inner workings through clothing, that Jillian Salvius would keep the mixture of white and grey that season two brought along... Or go darker still.

[scuderiahoney]

a hockey au social media au / mini blurb

notes: this is my very first social media au! thank you so much to @theemporium for making the notification lockscreen for me, and @lightsoutletsgo for smau inspiration, tips, and encouragement! bunnyrabb1t is y/n’s instagram! think that’s all!

bunnyrabb1t

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bunnyrabb1t fall semester: ✔️

landonorris why

landonorris I look like a 5 year old on the first day of school

bunnyrabb1t the smartest 5 year old!!!

maxverstappen33 we are so proud of you son

landonorris I hate it here

charles_leclerc officially on bunny’s instagrammmm ✔️

carlossainz55 … where?

charles_leclerc on the ice!

carlossainz55 not sure that counts cabron

lilymhe the collage!! new project?

bunnyrabb1t maybeeeee

oscarpiastri great semester!

oscarpiastri cool pics!

oscarpiastri & a great grade in physics to top it off!

bunnyrabb1t look at us go!

landonorris

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landonorris mood

maxverstappen33 mood

charles_leclerc mood

carlossainz55 mood

alex_albon moon

georgerussell63 *mood

alex_albon fuck off

bunnyrabb1t mood???

landonorris why so unsure?

oscarpiastri she doesn’t play hockey, she will never understand

bunnyrabb1t i hate it here

The second he sees the notification that the grade has been posted, he texts you. He types and deletes and retypes the message at least a billion times. When he finally sends it, his heart is pounding harshly in his chest. He stares at the screen of his phone until his eyes burn. When it starts to buzz in his hand, he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Hi,” he answers, hoping he sounds normal.

“Hey, Osc- is everything okay?” You ask, voice full of concern.

“Yeah, no, everything is fine,” he says, clearing his throat. “Sorry to bug you. I just saw that they posted the final grades for physics.”

You make a noise of distress, and he smiles softly at the sound. “Oh, god.”

“Thought we could check together?” He suggests, cringing at the way he says it and the idea itself. “I don’t know, I just thought maybe-“

“That would be really nice, actually,” you say, letting out a slow breath. “Let me go find my laptop, hold on.”

He waits on the line. He can hear you shuffling around in what’s probably your parent’s house. He wonders if you have a dog, or any pets. He’s never asked. He thinks of his family dog at home, who is staying with the dog sitter while his family visits him in the US this year, and something about that makes his chest hurt.

“Okay, I’ve got it, opening it now,” you say. “How’s your break been?”

He turns back to his own laptop on the desk. “It’s been good. Quiet, right now, because everyone’s at the hotel, but it’s been nice to have them here.”

“That’s awesome,” you say, sounding genuinely excited for him. “Got fun plans the next few days?”

“My mum makes the plans,” he replies, scrolling the wheel on his mouse absentmindedly. “I just roll with them.”

You laugh, and then he hears you sigh. “Okay. I’m logged in.”

“Ready?” He asks, quietly.

“No,” you sigh. “I don’t want to retake physics, Oscar.”

“You won’t have to,” he says, his cursor hovering over the View Final Grade button. “I know it.”

“Okay, okay, let’s just get it over with,” you say.

He wonders what you look like right now. He almost wishes he’d asked for a video call, because he finds that suddenly he misses seeing your face terribly. If he knows you well enough, you’re probably criss cross applesauce on the bed, lower lip pinched between your teeth, brows furrowed.

“Alright. Three, two, one…” he says.

He clicks the button. The screen lights up brighter, and he blinks. He’s got an A, no plus or minus, but it’s good enough. He’s happy about it. Then he hears you let out a long, slow breath, and his stomach sinks.

“What’s the verdict?” He asks, quietly.

You’re quiet for a few moments, and then you say, “B plus. Holy shit! I mean, I know it’s not an A but- I really thought I was going to fail-“

Oscar lets out a breath, then. “Fuck yeah! B plus is great!”

“A B plus means I don’t have to retake physics,” you say, and Oscar laughs.

“I knew you’d be fine,” he says, heading over to sit on his bed.

“Yeah, yeah, you told me so.” You say. “Couldn’t have done it without you, y’know.”

He flops onto his back on the bed, feeling his cheeks go red. Maybe it is for the best that it’s not a video call. “Yeah, you could’ve,” he says. “But it was nice to have a study buddy.”

You laugh at that. He thinks he can almost hear you rolling your eyes. He feels the silence stretch on for a few seconds- it’s comfortable silence, but the reason he called is over now. He doesn’t want to hang up. He wants to keep talking.

“Got any fun plans?” He asks, and when you launch into your answer, he smiles.

The conversation goes on for nearly an hour, by the time it’s all said and done. He stares at his ceiling and listens to your voice, chiming in when he’s needed or when he has something to add. But mostly, it’s nice to just listen. He’s missed hearing what you’re up to.

When you hang up, it’s with a promise to talk soon. The beep of the call ending makes his heart feel just a little heavy. He falls asleep with his phone still in his hand, and hopes he wakes up to a notification from you.

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landonorris replied to your story: safe flight!

bunnyrabb1t thanks lan!

maxverstappen33 replied to your story: just remember the plane is in pudding!

bunnyrabb1t jello, max. but thanks. see you soon!

oscarpiastri replied to your story: safe travels! headed back to campus?

bunnyrabb1t yes!

bunnyrabb1t if you’re free we should hang out tomorrow?

oscarpiastri I am so free and so bored

bunnyrabb1t good news i’m great at curing boredom

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landonorris replied to your story: reppin the team even on break that’s our girl!

maxverstappen33 she said “ew stop” 🤢

landonorris yeah. that tracks

oscarpiastri replied to your story: Can you guys hurry back with the snacks?

maxverstappen 🙄

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alex_albon replied to your story: can I have my girlfriend back?

bunnyrabb1t hold on let me ask

bunnyrabb1t she says my cooking’s better. soz albono

alex_albon :(

maxverstappen33 replied to your story: no invite?? 😔

bunnyrabb1t max in what world is this something you want to be invited to

maxverstappen33 I made so many collages with you while you were injured 😔

bunnyrabb1t this is a vision board not a collage

maxverstappen33 they look similar to me 😔

bunnyrabb1t they’re different. but we can make one the next time i come over

maxverstappen33 😌

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[kararomanoff]

who's your mommy?

This was written by a minor, if you don’t like that that’s okay you don’t need to read.

when Natasha comes over for a week to stay with you and your mom, she learns that you may have had sex with your now ex girlfriend but your hers? Can’t you see that

warning: smut, mommy kink, innocence kink, double sided dildo, legal age gap, pet names(detka means baby in Russian)

this is shit, I apologise for the terrible writing

its summer break from collage and you where back in your home town for a bit staying in your child hood home.

You had grown up with only your mom and big brother, your dad had left when you where 6 for another woman and it broke your mothers beautiful heart, Natasha had come to stay for a year and a half after the day he left to help as your mom had a depressive episode.

eventually you guys became like a little family, you, your mom, your 11 year old big brother and Natasha. you still remember it, you still remember the day she surprised you by taking you out of school for the day and took you to the zoo and you accidently called her mommy.

after a year and a half Natasha had to leave and go back to New York, you never stopped missing her even to this day at 20 you never stopped, of course you still saw her but only every so often, every few years and every time she saw you it always made her proud for the good smart girl you turned out to be.

but lately she had seen you a bit differently, in a more inappropriate way.

today Natasha was coming to visit you and your mom. There was never really anyway to describe how seeing Natasha again made you feel; nervous or excited or maybe scared which was absolutely stupid cause you loved her and she loved you like a daughter, or so you thought and awhile ago she thought the same thing.

''helloo'' the door opens and you hear Natasha shout, you jump up from your seat running to the front door and jumping into her arms ''NATTY!!!'' you shout in her ear with excitement ''detka'' she replys with the same excitement as she holds you as close as possible, smelling your coconut scented hair.

''Natasha'' your moms voice sounds through the front hall of your suburban house. Natasha reluctantly puts you back on the ground and walks over to your mom giving her a big hug and you can see the giant happy smile on your moms face, happy to see her best friend and that some how made your smile grow impossibly bigger knowing how Natasha had always been there for the woman you gave you life no matter what.

you walk up to them pulling Natasha out of your moms arms ''Natty i want your attention, i've not seen you in foreverrrrr!!!'' you whine

''And here i was going to say how grown up you are but it seems like your just the same little girl who called me mommy'' she smirked making you blush and duck your head.

you offered to take Natasha's suit case up stairs to her room that was left from when she lived there, you had never let her move any of her stuff out, always going into her room when you missed her. but Natasha refused and said she'd take it up because she needed a shower any way.

when she was in the shower you started on dinner knowing Natasha cant cook and wanting your mom to relax but secretly wanting to show Natasha to see your cooking skills. you decided to make her favourite, well what was her favourite last time she tried to make you dinner, which was when you where 6 you had never seen her cook since then.

you got the chicken wings out of the fridge and the sauce you made earlier, you dipped the chicken in eggs then bread crumbs and fried them, next putting the crispy chicken and spicy sauce in a tray to put in the oven.

''mhm baby that smells delicious'' Natasha spoke giving you a fright

''oh natty you scared me'' you breathe, hand on your chest

''sorry little one'' she kisses the top of your forehead, she had always done that but this time it was different, it made you feel different, a way you had only felt once with your ex girlfriend Agatha.

''Natty, you need to leave, its a surprise'' you say seriously

''oh yes, how dare i interrupt the chef'' she says with faux seriousness walking out of the kitchen to sit with your mother at the dinning room table.

you continue to cook put the chicken in the oven and setting a timer. You walk into the dinning room to see your mom and Natasha sitting across from one another drinking red wine, you sit in the chair next to Natasha as you wanted needed to be close to her.

you rest your head on her shoulder, looking up at her ''hi'' you whisper

''hi love'' Natasha whispers back making you smile

''i need to go get the dinner'' you say still look up at her beautiful face

''go get it then honey'' she continues to whisper

''okayyyy natty'' you get up wishing you where still close to her, you hadn't actually seen her in 4 years, of course you had called and text but it wasnt the same and you never wanted her to leave again.

you walk in to the kitchen getting the food out of the oven and put it on plates.

you go back to the dinning room giving Natasha her dinner first, then your mom and finally yourself.

''so how's collage been sweetheart?'' Natasha asks

''gooood'' you hum biting into your food

''she has a girlfriend too'' you mom says unknowing how Natasha would react to that ''mh y/n honey this is delicious'' Natasha blocks out what your mother is saying turning to look at you with a look in your eyes you've never seen before, almost like jealousy but that made no sense why would she be jealous?

''we broke up actually'' you say with a saddened voice

''oh baby im so sorry'' Natasha faked sadness for you, she wasn't sorry, she wanted you, she was going to be your mommy again. ''but i hope there wasn't any touching'' she turns to give you condescending look, you cant reply knowing that there was, but only once.

she picked up on this giving you what you thought was a disappointed look.

for the rest of dinner Natasha practically ignored you and it broke your heart thinking she was disappointed in you.

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it was now 10pm, you, your mom and Natasha had all watched your favourite movie. You had cuddled into Natasha the whole time but she hadn't said a word to you, she hadn't even looked at you.

''imma go to bed now'' you say getting up from your spot on the sofa.

''goodnight honey, i love you'' your mom said

''goodnight mom i love you too........goodnight Natty.... i've missed you and i love you'' and for the since dinner Natasha looked at you, her eyes soft ''i love you too little one''

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you are lying in bed in your favourite pjs that Natasha had got you for your birthday a few years ago unable to sleep knowing Nat was upset with you, you couldn't sleep like this. you get up from your bed and tip toe down the hall till your reach Natasha's bed room door, debating where to knock or just to walk in, you decide on just walking in in case she is sleeping.

when you walk in you are surrounded by the sound of panting, you frow your brows ''Natty are you okay?''

''fuck'' you here her mumble and see her head pop out of under the covers, you start to laugh and Natasha's face changed from a worried one to a confused one ''what, what's funny?''

''Natty! your hairs so messy! what the hell where you doing?'' you giggle, Natasha smiles seeing that your still her innocent little girl.

''i was just thinking about you baby girl'' that was true she was thinking about you she may just have been........ touching herself at the same time

''thinking about me makes your hair crazy?'' you continue to giggle

''it makes lots of things crazy detka''

''can i come into your bed natty?'' this was her shot, in all honesty she came this week of course because she had missed you but really because she needed to touch you, to have you, it wasn't a want anymore.

''of course you can sweetheart you don't even need to ask'' with that you get in to her bed, cuddling your head into her chest. ''how did you and your girlfriend touch honey?'' she speaks after a minutes silence and you blush yet again '' was it like this?'' Natasha cups your pussy with her already wet hand that was covered in her juices.

she watches as your face scrunches up ''Natty....what- what are you-'' Natasha cuts you off ''teaching you who you belong to princess and calling me mommy'' she says pulling your pj bottoms down as you whine.

''no panties?''

'' Aggie said it was bad to wear panties''

'' well she was right baby but you still wore your pj bottoms, you should do that because if mommy thinks you need her it'll be really hard for mommy to help you'' she rasps

'' 'm sorry mommy'' you squeaked as she started to rub her fingers against your clit

'' its okay, Aggie was mean and didn't tell you that but mommy did because im nice and i want to be able to help my baby'' Natasha speeds her fingers up making you moan as she lies between your legs teasing you. ''mommy is going to show you soooo much love tonight, you have no idea how long mommys waited to have you here'' Natasha then takes her fingers of your clit to see how you'd react, she wasn't going to let this be over fast, she had waiting to long for it to end in 2 minutes.

''mommy wh- why did you stop?'' you voice shakes needing to feel her against you again.

''awww do you need mommy to make you feel better, to fix the feeling in your tummy?'' she teases as she gets up walking over to her dresser and stripping

''yes mommy please, please please fix it, it hurts. i need you mommy'' you beg relentlessly just like she imaged you would.

she was turned away from you so you couldn't see what she was doing, she open one of her drawers pulling something out and after a few seconds turning back around.

''mommy whats that?'' you ask in fear as you stare down at the two sided dildo, the smaller side already inside of her.

''its whats gonna make you fell better dove'' Natasha climbed atop the bed pulling you down by your open legs ''this is gonna hurt a little sweetheart but i promise that in a few minutes you'll feel amazing, okay?'' she was worried for you but far more excited to ruin you and make you all hers, her little baby.

she starts to slowly push the head of the strap inside of you, making you let out a scream ''honey you need to be quite for mommy'' she whispered hoping that put it in your head to be quite.

once half of the strap is inside of you Natasha starts to take it out only to then thrust the entire length into you

she watched in pride as you bite your lip to stop your scream and tears streamed out of your eyes ''such a good girl for mommy, i promise it gets better'' Natasha's voice is surprisingly soft. she starts to very slowly thrust into you, loving all the noises of your cute little whines.

''mommy can i have more please?'' you moan into her ear, how could she say no to that. Natasha starts to thrust recklessly into you “mo-mommy mhm I-“ you moan

“Gonna cum all over mommy’s cock huh?” She rasp as she feels the coil in her stomach and brings her hand down to play with your clit

“mommy it to mu-much” you whine “feel like imma explode mommy”

“it’s okay baby explode for mommy” she thrust, look down to see you squirt all over her dick “such a good little girl” Natasha hums

“mommy- to much now” you cry after your orgasm is over as Natasha continues to thrust in to you at an outrageous speed.

“mommy need to cum to honey so be a good girl and lie still and let mommy use you as her fuck toy” you whine but do as told wanting to do what Natasha asks of you

“who’s your mommy?” Her voice is lustful as she gets herself off using your body

“you” the whispers falls out of your mouth

“who own you baby? Aggie?” She growls at her own mention of the woman

“no you own me mommy”

“fuck” Natasha groans as she finally cums riding out her high and pulling out of you, then taking the other end out of herself. Natasha climbs into the bed pulling you into her arms

“you mine now baby girl and no else is going anywhere near you”

[romanarose]

Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 12, 2024

My posts

Your head is hurting and your wifi is out because the biggest solar flare/geomagnetic storm in 20 years hit this weekend. I didn’t actually get to see the aurora borealis, but apparently it really did come down as far as Alabama. 

I admit that this was an extremely glib reply. But like, Athena specifically doesn’t like people claiming they’re better than her, so you can imagine the carnage when you throw in two more goddesses as well.  

(I feel like that post happened a month ago. This week has felt so ungodly long.)

Reblogs of interest

Hot Vintage Lady Bracket: Round 6. Eight polls. Poll Mod immediately chose violence and put Marilyn Monroe against Hedy Lamarr. Since Ava Gardner is out (actual shockers: Greta Garbo and Rita Hayworth are also gone), I was going to say “I’m just Chaos Elmo Flames Dot Gif about it all” but now I’m just scared. 

(Why would you ask us, a hot vintage poll blog, this)

Dracula Daily is in full swing again, and you can eat along!

The Met Gala was honestly decent this year! I reblogged only (some of) the ones I liked, including some of the construction details and a lot of Zendaya, although my favorite might have been Rebecca Ferguson with the crows. 

A while back and not what he wore to the Gala, but: Lil Nas X looking beautiful in a rose garden.

Hozier Watch 2024: I really thought there wasn’t going to be anything else and then he was like, “Oh I should probably put out a video for my accidental international #1.” I am entirely disgruntled that he was here last weekend and I couldn’t go. 

From the top of the week, Drake vs. Kendrick Lamar: An explainer. Also, Kendrick recs.

MrBeast is living in a joyless hell of his own making, and I at least understand now why he has always freaked me out. 

So anyway noted plagiarist James Somerton is alive and well on Twitter, where he’s... well, he sure is there. The words “hole posting” are involved. Another explainer for you. 

Lynda Carter proves she’s on Tumblr

We put our faith in BLAST HARDCHEESE

Peace and love on planet Earth and also in the Uber

“thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time”

While there are merits to this concern, “Writers should all clown on Americans by making up places in THEIR country” doesn’t really sting when we’re all like “Yeah we love doing that!!!” I personally give you all permission to make up as many wackadoodle state names as you want. You can have West Mainolina for free. 

Meanwhile in Alabama: Bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest fish in the whole damn town

RIP Walnut the crane: “The Bride”

Dinosaurs are terrible lizards

Teaching consent is a many-faceted thing

Become ungovernable: grill edition

Video

Galadriel’s opening Fellowship of the Ring monologue, but it’s the Deep South (U.S.). “Across the county line in Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron made his self another ring outta everything mean the devil put in him.” Absolutely pitch perfect. 

Also pitch perfect: Wellness influencers with terrible advice

“Mooom, the chocolate alchemist has an accomplice now!”

I will always reblog cheetah sounds

The Collage Atlas: a hand-drawn game on Steam

The sacred texts

South Canada. South South Canada. Canada A Bit to the Left

I think I’ve listed this compilation of parody lyrics (”I’m sorry Ms. Jackson/I am four eels”) before, but there’s more now

“Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue”

Personal tags of the week

Scrungly and, as a related topic, Belphegor the Devon rex kitten.

[rosemary-morgan]

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 5)

(Pictures found on pinterest/google. That one with Javier is mine. Collage made by me 🌺)

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Warning: Full of angst, mention of death! Trigger warning!! Child lost!

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 5)

Now your dark secret was revealed. Just like that, without you being able to prevent it. It wasn't right of John to do that! You would never forgive him for that. You couldn't even look Javier in the eye anymore, because it felt like you had betrayed him. But he was looking to you, looking for the truth, looking for anything to understand what was happening. You slowly lifted your gaze as Javier whispered your name and it broke your heart to look into his eyes. Javier was completely confused, he didn't even know what to say. Where was your daughter? Why hadn't you mentioned her once? What had prevented you from doing so?

"Javier… Please… let’s go inside. I'll… I'll explain everything…"

The young man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple trembling as his eyes filled with tears. Without another word, he went back into the house. As he passed you, he gently reached for your hand, searching the look in your eyes. Compassionately you squeezed his hand, gently stroking his skin with your thumb, until he stepped inside. You would follow him in a moment.

"John…"

Anger was now in your eyes as you looked up at John. Without warning, you gave him a resounding slap that immediately left a fiery red mark on John's cheek.

"Get lost, John! Now!"

John sighed inwardly. He admitted that he had gone too far, but he had said it once and he couldn't undo that. But he was so angry! How could you just forgive Javier like that? After everything that had happened? John had seen how much you had suffered, had heard how you had cried every night because of Javier! The fact that your little girl had to grow up without her father had torn you apart inside. And you forgive him just like that?! John could not and would not understand that! Without expecting another answer from him, you also went inside your house and left John standing alone in the rain.

Javier was already sitting on the couch and was completely lost in thought. He had his hands clasped together, his mouth pressed against them as countless thoughts buzzed through his head. The young man sensed that he was not in for any good news as far as his baby girl was concerned. Just thinking about it gave Javier a terrible stomach ache. But it wasn't just him, it was you too. It all came back. All the painful memories of that terrible night when you lost a piece of your soul, of your being.

"Javier…"

He looked you straight in the eye as you knelt before him. Gently, your fingers slid down his arms, then lifted your hand to his cheek, and his heartbreaking look nearly killed you.

"I…"

Where could you possibly begin? No matter what you would say now, you would never be able to find the right words for a tragedy like this. You were both completely soaked, but that didn't matter at the moment. Outside it didn't stop raining either, it only got worse.

Javier grabbed your face, pulled you close and leaned his forehead against yours.

"What about my daughter, Y/N? Where's our babygirl?"

You couldn't even put the words in your mouth, so how could you tell him everything? You tried, you really did, but instead of a word, you just sob, you just whimper, rather you finally burst into tears.

"No, no… Y/N…"

Javier didn't manage to suppress his tears, but he tried. He tried to keep a clear head.

"They… she… isn't anymore, Javier… she… oh dear god…"

After her words, everything was said for Javier.

"No… no…"

Carefully, you pulled Javier into your arms; he was in a trance like state as he snuggled against you. While you put your arms around him, you felt him trembling.

It's been so many years now, but not a day has gone by that you don't think back to that terrible night four years ago. When your little Rose became a bright shining star.

You lay in each other's arms, broken and yet trying to give each other the support you just needed. Javier's tears wet your neck, and you held him close. You could sympathize with his pain because you had been through it before and the loss of little Rose would never go away. That pain would stay with you forever and now it would stay with Javier. How could John have been so cold? He should never have told him, not in that way. Maybe John had the right to be angry with Javier, but not the right to reveal such an intimate family matter. Especially not when it was about the death of a child….

The rain slowly subsided. It became quiet outside, only sporadic drops fell from the sky and you both had no more tears to shed. Lying silently on the couch, your head resting on Javier's chest, you listened to the clock ticking softly as his arms were around you. Lost in thought, he looked up at the ceiling while many painful questions ran through his mind. What had happened? Why was his girl no longer with you? And how had she gone out? Had she been as beautiful as her mother? Could she have had his eyes? He imagined how she would have laughed, but that thought was far too painful and he shook it off immediately as fresh tears welled up from his eyes.

You heard Javier's heartbeat beat softly and steadily. His warmth enveloped you, which almost became uncomfortable because it was excruciatingly hot at the moment. All the tears you had shed had been with effort. The heat in your bodies had risen, your cheeks were still quite red.

"What happened, Y/N?"

Javier was the first to break the silence as he recovered his voice.

"Scarlet fever…"

Scarlet fever was responsible for the fact that their child was now no longer with them. You had done everything you could to bring the fever down. Even the doctor hadn't been able to do much more. Abigail and John had done everything they could, but even they had not been able to save Rose. They had been with you that night and they had suffered with you, suffered a lot.

"I did everything… we did everything possible, Javier…"

Your words were just a whisper now as you just stared at a spot in the corner and the images played in your mind's eye.

"I'm so sorry, Javier. so terribly sorry…"

Sobbing, you buried your face against his chest. Oh, how you wish Javier could see little Rose. Her smile, it had been just as beautiful as Javier's! She had laughed just the same. She was the spitting image of her father. More and more every day.

"Shh… you have nothing to be sorry for, my heart. Nothing. Nothing at all."

"She had your eyes Javier. Your smile…"

Javier closed his eyes as his heart contracted painfully.

"I… do you have a photograph of her, Y/N? I would love to see her…"

"Yes…"

Photos of little Rose actually existed. Immediately, you retrieved the photos from your sewing room. You stored them well, wrapped them in cloth and kept them in a small cardboard box so that time wouldn't destroy the pictures of little Rose. You took the box to Javier to show him his daughter. The first thing Javier said when he saw rose was, how beautiful she was. Her laugh in the photograph was infectious and he had to smile instantly.

"This dress, I had sewn it for her."

Your fingers gently ran over the photograph showing Rose sitting on your lap.

"Her name was Rose…"

"Y/N… I want to have a picture of Rose. So I can carry it with me."

"Of course, Javier…"

To your surprise, Javier pulled out a small medallion from his blue jacket. You recognized it immediately and your eyes widened. He was still carrying it? It had been a gift from you to him. A photograph of you was still in it. On the left side, a place for a picture of Rose.

"You still have the medallion?"

"Of course, Y/N… It was the only thing I had left of you…"

You snuggled into his arms, holding the photo of Rose tightly against your chest.

It had been a few weeks after the decline of the gang when you had noticed that something was wrong with your body. Again and again you had had this strange feeling in your stomach, you had often vomited and you had perceived smells more intensely, even detested them because they had disgusted you. When your periods stopped, you realized that you were pregnant. A visit to the doctor had brought clarity. For you it had been quite difficult, because Javier was no longer there and you didn't like the idea that your child would grow up without a father. But you were lucky that Abigail and John had supported you. Especially Abigail could give you many valuable tips. She also knew how difficult it was to raise a child practically alone.

But what was, has passed. Now was the time to look forward and you knew that it was a new beginning for you and Javier…

♦♦♦♦

It was like old times when Javier played for you on his guitar. His soft voice touched your heart, because every word that came over his lips came from the deepest soul. You no longer had to spend your evenings alone on the couch with books and chamomile tea. Now you could spend them with Javier again. Outside, in front of a cozy fire, under the stars. At a beautiful lake, surrounded by little fireflies flying around you. Your togetherness was incomparably beautiful and you had a lot of catching up to do.

Eres mi ángel especial

Enviada desde allá arriba

El señor me sonrió

Y me envió un ángel para amar

Eres mi ángel especial

Directo del paraíso

Se que eres un ángel

El cielo está en tus ojos

You are my special angel

Sent from up above

The Lord smiled down on me

And sent an angel to love

You are my special angel

Right from paradise

I know that you′re an angel

Heaven is in your eyes

(Bobby Helms - My Special Angel)

Javier has always had a way with words. His gaze showed love and warmth as he looked at you. He was playing just for you.

Satisfied, he smiled as he slowly finished his song. His guitar was still quite new. He had bought it with his first salary, because after the decline of the gang, neither Javier nor anyone else had been able to save anything in terms of material things. Survival had been the only thing.

Javier slid closer to you after placing his guitar on the floor next to him and you instantly snuggled against his chest, closing your eyes for a moment.

But this place was so beautiful that you could imagine spending the night here.

This moment seemed like a dream and you were afraid that this was not reality. But could a dream feel so real? To feel the warmth of another person? The kisses and tender touches were so intense, his scent omnipresent. No dream could ever be so real.

In the last days you had talked a lot about Rose and it had done really good to share your thoughts with Javier. He tried to process the pain, but it would take a very long time, but he was not alone and he knew it. He wrote down song lyrics for his little Rose and also for you. Sometimes he would spend almost whole nights on it, you even had to get him out of his work so he could get his sleep. Javier often forgot the time.

Oh, how much you had experienced together. So many ups and downs, but all to finally find peace. It's still a shame what happened to your gang. All the friends you saw die, all the blood that was spilled. But in the end, a few of you managed to build a decent life. You and Javier were about to let your future blossom. What became of Dutch and Micah, no one knows.

You could only hope that they got the end they deserved…

Chapter 6 is coming soon...

[notyoung-neil]

Ooc:

AM I YAPPIN ABT YOUNG NEIL HEADCANNONS INSTEAD OF WORKING OR SLEEPING?! YEAHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOO

If you fucking know me or see my ACC (and my other blog accs) yk I love the OG ships like jophen/ startech (joseph x stephen) mobillce (mobile x wallace) and maybe a few other non-cannon ships like kimona (Kim x romona) and...fuck idk the ship name for hollie x roxie or Kim x Lisa but yeah those too. For neil, personally, I'm a nordegrim shipper :)) Sorry, neilphen fans :((

Since I imagine he's still on collage I assume he's taking sonthing/ changed courses into somthing more...movie thing? Idk. Mainly working with cameras, screen writing, anything movie based or whatever

Since for Joe I made him Hispanic, other scott as Chinese, I don't really know what to do for the quirky silly little guy like neil. Gimme some ideas if y'all ever see this

Has attachment issues. Or fear of being left alone or not included

He has eczema that flairs up during the winter. Sometimes, he cries silently because of how itchy he is and doesn't like the cream the doctors told him to use because it's a weird texture he isn't comfortable with

Whenever stephen is back home from work, they usually sit down and watch movies together or during dinner. Young neil yaps about a movie, and stephen replies with a dry and simple "mhm, " "yeah", "that's cool -" and sometimes the occasional questions. Neil doesn't mind since he knows stephen is tired

He sometimes steals money from stephen but not all the time. He pays stephen back quickly by making some dinner (that he fucked up)

Favorite games have to be anything RPG based and zelda. Maybe he also got into the virtual world hype like UB funkies, webkinz, neopets, or club penguin (mainly UB funkies)

If he dose have a job I imagine he'd work at the second cup just to hang out with Stacy more, maybe a comic book store, or at no account video with Kim so he can watch more movies for free

I imagine his interest related friends has to be hollie (bc I see hollie also being a cinaphile), Joseph (because he wants to learn how to operate cameras and stuff and make it look cool by editing) and Jimmy (fellow zelda and starwars fan)

He has acne/ acne scars and back acne (I think that's the term) and he always picks/scratches at it

Speaking of picking. He always picks at his fingers and sometimes peels off a good chunk to the point it is bleeding bad, so he has bandaids on his hands and fingers most of the time. He doesn't mind which sorta bandaid. He likes the colorful ones that have like a character on it, but he worries if he might be too distracting for him when he's in class

I love how ironic it is for him to wear a heart on his sleeve sorta shirt even though he doesn't really show his feelings that often. He has the same ass stare all the time, and I think it's silly. So I just imagine he would say whatever is in his head without second thought, or he would mumble it if he thinks it's weird. So whenever he talks about his feelings, like how he feels about the whole "band abandoning him" situation, he actually means It and doesn't really hide it at all.

Steph (Neil's older sister) got him a pair of headphones bc thier parents were always fighting and a Walkman so he can listen to some music. He still uses those headphones to this day even though their broken in half, the sound quality is terrible and the ear puff thingy is crumbling

Whenever he goes out to the mall or out with anyone, he either has his hands in his pocket or out, bc someone has to grab onto his wrist so he wouldn't stop and stare at things (it's mainly Stephen and Kim who has to grip onto his wrist and drag him along. He dont mind tho :/ meanwhile stacy just holds onto his hand and stares with him)

Whenever stephen has a day off and he sees neil playing video games, he asks neil if he finishes his homework. If neil says no, stephen takes away his Gameboy color, keep it in his room and tell him to do his homework. If yes then stephen would just shrug it off, ruffle his hair up and say "ight, cool"

Neil was probably the first to find out that stephen was gay when stephen brought Joseph over (make of that as you will)

He writes movie reviews online and hopes people will see em but his writing skills are ass and he just describes whatever he can and think "yeah that's good enough"

Stephen treats neil like family since well, steph (Neil's older sister) isn't in contact with him that much. And because of the name similarities, neil just treats stephen like steph

His "stuffy" are those hot rubber water bottles (I forgor the name but you pour hot water into them and they help you with cramps and aches and shit-) with a wool sleeve wrapped around it

Since this rp acc is a bit related to the stephen acc. He likes bone crusher a lot! Since he mainly stays home, he has a new buddy to talk to and hang out with. But he leaves all the chores to stephen like cleaning out the litter box or something

Ever since he found out stephen had a cat he was pissed that stephen named the cat "bone crusher" not Link, Skull Kid,Meowth,Litten or Shinx or somthing cool like that but he continues to call bone crusher, bone crusher.

He has a bike and takes it to his college campus. He has the gear for it, too. Helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, and gloves. Stephen said if he doesn't wear em he'll get into an accident, and that scared neil

Idk why, but i imagine him being the type to collect... something! Maybe anything to fill up his already messy room!

He's a maximalist (I think that's how you spell it), as you can see from his room

OUGHHH, I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN MAKING NEIL A DEMI BOY OR MAKING NEIL TRANS FTM AJXJWJXKWKXKWKKXKS

I imagine he has those window markers to doodle on his window or to doodle out ideas for another screen play

I imagine him and Stacy are pretty much on the platonic and cute relationship wise. Holding hands, cuddling all that sorta stuff and stacy likes to listen to Neil's rambles about movies and how good/bad they are

Neil likes it whenever he receives gifts :DDD and tries to pay back by acts of service or something idk. Even if it's his birthday or Christmas he makes sure he owes everybody a equal amount. For example (*COUGH COUGH* DS SITUATION) he's gotta pay back stephen by taking care of bone crusher for a day maybe, doing Stephen's chores and stuff

Not a neil headcannon but I imagine stacy trying to watch the movies neil recommend her so she can catch up and talk to neil abt it and I think it's really cute and sweet :DDD

Yk damn well he's got a BIG ASS forehead underneath all that hair. Justin Bieber lookin ah. No wonder why young neil is Canadian/j

Also not a neil headcannon. But I imagine everyone calling stephen, STEVEN (IDK HOW STEPHENS NAME IS PRONOUNCED. IS IT STEVEN OR STEPH-EM WJKDWKDJWN) that includes neil but Joseph calls stephen by his last name (stills) (joseph just calls everyone by thier last names to seem fancy and shit expect for Neil's. He just calls neil, kid or just neil because he doesn't know to how to read Neil's last name nor say it so...he just calls neil, neil)

Bases around one headcannon I saw. I forgor what acc and where it came from (I'll go ahead and credit them if I find it it) but since neil had like parents who always fought or is strict as hell he perfected the ways of walking around the house quiet af and accidentally scars ppl bc of this

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ You must grow up.

You looked at the boys playing, dancing, having a great time while you cooked dinner.

“Y/N is food almost done?” Peter yells

You’re still looking at them, mixing a bowl of dough, not hearing anything but your thoughts

“Y/n ?” Peter yells again

Still in a trance

Just then you flinch as you feel someone grab your hand

(Gasp!) you get scared

“Hey hey , it’s just me.” Peter said, a little worried

You just look down with tears in your eyes.

Peter looked at you, knitted his brows in confusion

“What’s wrong?” He asked

You shake your head trying not to cry

The truth was you went to visit your sister Emma this weekend, Peter let you, and she had some news for you, and you knew Pan would not like it.

*Flashback *

“Hey kid how’s Neverland been?” Your sister asked

“It’s been great! I love it there!” You say with excitement and happiness

“That’s great.” Emma said a lot less excited as you

You brushed it off

“Hey let’s go eat at your favorite diner okay?” She asked

“Are you serious?” You asked stoked

“Anything for my little sister “ she said

You guys sit down and you order the root beer float with an apple pie

You’re enjoying it and just smiling as you people watch

Looking at all the people, living their regular lives, some kids getting off of school, some parents going to work. A fight between a young couple, it was all so interesting

I wonder what everyone else is doing back home as you think to yourself while taking a sip of your float.

“Hey kid I got something to tell you.” Emma said

Snapping you back to reality

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry what’s up?” You look at her smiling

Emma just gives you a scared sad look

“Wh-what’s wrong? You and Hook break up?” You question her putting your hand on hers

“What? No Y/n this isn’t about me and Hook, it’s about you and Neverland.” She said

You removed your hand from hers

“What about me and Neverland?” You asked defensive

“It’s time Y/n.” She blurts out

Time ? Time wasn’t a thing you thought, time stoped in Neverland, what could she possibly be talking about

“Time for what Emma?” You roll your eyes

“You have outgrown the circus. The boys, Neverland,Pe-“

“Don’t you DARE say his name.” You said a little loud , a couple of the people at the diner looked at you

You looked around then whispered

“Outgrowing Neverland is impossible, that’s my home.” You said

“I saw the collage applications on your desk.” She said

“You were sneaking around in my room?” You asked in disgust

“They were on your desk cut the crap okay?” She said calmly

You roll your eyes and sigh “okay I just wanted to look at what programs they had is that so terrible?” You ask

Emma says in excitement “No! Not at all! That means you’re interested , and you want to learn and study, grow up-“

“I will not grow up!” You slam your hands on the table

You run outside and go behind the diner , crying you put your back against the wall and slide down

Emma was right , well half right

You were curious, you loved science , cooking, teaching, you wouldn’t mind going to those classes but going back and forth to Neverland to Storybrook was not an option, it get way too complicated, time stood still in Neverland, Storybrook runs on time.

*Flash back ends*

“Well?” Peter looks at you anxiously

“I think I want to grow up.” You say with tears in your eyes

You could see the pain in his eyes , the anger, the confusion

“What?” Was all he could get out

“Do you remember when I was telling you about school?” You asked with tears in your eyes

He nodded and let you talk

“Well there’s an other thing called college, where you can learn anything and everything, I could learn how to cook, -“ you say as Peter cuts you off

“You cook fine.” He folds his arms

“I can learn how to teach the lost boys-“

“I teach them enough.” He says angrily

“I want to learn!” You yell at him

“Why?” He yells back

“Because??? I shouldn’t need a reason for wanting to learn and you shouldn’t be questioning me!” You yell

“I can ask as many questions as I want I’m king of this island, don’t forget Y/n I brought you here.” He says getting closer to you

You just look at him in disbelief and start to walk away

“Where are you going?” He yelled grabbing your arm

“Let go of me Peter!” You yell

“No!” He says

You have had it . Just then you raise your hand and you swing your hand towards his face , he catches it

He looks at your hand and nods his head, realizing what you were about to do

He lets go of you and go out and walk to your cabin in tears, everything seemed to be going wrong, you just wanted to hide in a hole and never come out

While you were crying, Peter and Felix went for a walk

“So what are you gonna do now? Felix asked Peter

“I don’t know, I’m pretty positive she’s leaving after our fight we just had, she hates me.” Peter said

“She doesn’t hate you, if anything she loves you.” Felix laughs

Peter rolls his eyes

“Sure then why does she wanna leave?” Peter asked

“If it was that easy she would’ve left already, you said so yourself she was crying telling you about college.” Felix said

Peter looks off into the distance, Felix was right

Now he had to go make things right

Heading to your cabin Peter was very nervous, he never apologized, he was king of the island, he did what he pleased, whenever with whoever, he didn’t care, but he did with you,

*knock knock * you hear

You get up from your bed and open the door

Seeing Peter you let out a sigh but opening the door more signaling him to come in

He sits on your bed and just looks at you with such sad eyes , you don’t know why but you were a little intimidated by him.

“I-I just wanted to say you’re right.” He says while looking at you

Your eyes open wide . A little taken back and shocked by what he said

“I shouldn’t question you, you’re your own person, I brought you here because you wanted to do as you please, and questioning your actions was none of my business.” He said

“But I want you in my business Peter.” You say

He gets confused “what do you mean?” He asked

“Even though I want to go to college I want to come back, I want you in my life.” You smiled

He smiled too as he comes closer and grabs your face while bringing you in for a kiss

“Well then, let’s get this planned out for you shall we? “ Peter says with a smile

[igotanidea]

Gritty - sweetbitter fanfiction (Jake x OC) : chapter 3

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Pairing: sweetbitter!Jake X OC

word count: 4.126

warnings: swearing, tension & angst, terrible liars ahead

masterlist

chapter 1 : Welcome to new York

chapter 2 : If we ever meet again

Chapter 3

Bruises

I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind but I hope I never loose the bruises that you left behind

It was unusually sunny morning and I woke up to the light shining through the curtains feeling sore and uncomfortable. That was when I figured that I fell asleep on the couch instead of bed and my position was far from comfortable. With that thought came the realization and remembrance of last night’s events and my unexpected, probably hung-over guest sleeping in the bedroom. I still could not comprehend why she decided to get wasted during work week, but who was I to judge. Unwillingly and with a bit of struggle I stretched my back until the little crack in the spine made me feel better and started getting ready for the day. Starting from preparing some medicine and water for Tess.

-Rise and shine, baby monster! – without any hesitation I walked right into the room and opened the curtains. Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but at least effective.

- Aghhhhh … - Tess muttered from under the blanked turning around from the light covering her sleeping figure.

- I’m serious, get up Tess. We got work, remember? Can’t fuck up on the second day.

- What day is it?

- Wednesday.

- Mhmhm – she slowly lifted herself to a sitting position – what happened yesterday? And could you please stop shouting? It hurts.

- I bet it does – I shrugged lowering my voice down a notch – I should be asking you what happened since I wasn’t there, but honestly I don’t want to know. What I can do now, however is help you survive the day without anyone realizing how hard you partied.

- I though you didn’t want to mother me….

- I don’t and I most definitely won’t, but since I let you crash her I feel responsible for you, however crazy that sounds.

- Thank you.

- Don’t thank me just yet. Now, up you go, we got to get you back to the usable state. Oh, and Tess, one rule about that – no questions, ok? I’ll help you, but I don’t want my methods questioned, is that understood.

- It is – she pulled the cover up and unsteadily stood up. Luckily she was capable of standing on her own. – So what ….? – she questioned but upon my gaze quickly realized she wasn’t supposed to ask – Sorry…

- It’s fine. Come with me. – I motioned her towards the kitchen and the table – this – I pointed towards the glass filled with a sparkling, pink drink – is something my friends invented during collage. A little bit of everything inside. Drink it. It will help. And better do it at a clip, like a shot.

With a bit of suspicion Tess watched the glass on every angle, smelling it and trying to figure out whether she can trust me. Probably wondering what I really meant by saying that there was a little bit of everything.

-We don’t have all day, baby monster.

- Really, you too? – she scoffed.

- Yeah, me too. It’s catchy and at this point really fits how you look.

- Well, thanks a lot – she shook her head and finally drunk the liquid. A second later she googled and her expression became sour and vomiting-like. – Shit! What is that?! Why didn’t you warn me it tastes like .... I don’t even know how to compare it to anything I know.

- Would you drink it I told you?

- Probably, yes.

-I’ll keep that in mind, but hopefully we won’t need it second time.

- How do you even know the recipe for it? You don’t look like a partying type, who would need something like that.

- Did it help?

- Yeah,… I think…. I mean, I don’t feel so dizzy anymore.

- Good. That’s all that matters now then.

- Hey – she grabbed my head resting on the kitchen island – why are you so private? You can disclose some things about yourself, you know. It’s nothing wrong  to share if that’s what you think.

- I don’t. – I cut her off, maybe a bit to coldly and sighed to ease the atmosphere – Look, Tess, I am not a party animal that’s true, but I am also not a recluse. I observe, learn and then act, not the other way round. And it was the same with recipe. I found it out with my own ways, ok? Does that satisfy your curiosity?

- Nope. Not at all, but fine – have it your way. For now.

- Something tells me you won’t let it go, though – I shook my head. – Take an aspirin then and get dressed. We have quite a walk to the work and hopefully it will clear your head too. And hurry up, please. None of us want any trouble. Any more trouble. And I;m supposed to meet Howard.

- Did something happened? – she turned around facing me with her eyes wide open

- Tess … - I warned her.

- Ok, fine, fine. No more questions.

***

This little stroll we took together was probably one of the weirdest, yet oddly satisfying experiences of my life. Having in mind that she was still new to the city, I shouldn’t be surprised how excited Tess got while turning her head at everything that got her attention. While I was rather intuitive and had the tendency to ignore the outside worlds, Tess was reacting to everything around. And I mean, literally everything – sounds, voices, places, people….. Naturally curious and it showed on the outside.

-If you don’t stop, I’ll leave you in the middle of the street – I warned her, but with a little smirk. It was quite amusing to watch her excitement.

-I’m not a kid, you know, I can find my way to the restaurant.

- Can you really? How long have you been in New York?

- A couple days.

- And you really think you know the way?

- Well,…….

-It’s ok, when I first moved here I got lost in the central park, so no shame in that. Besides if you look to your right you’ll see that we’re already here. Keep your head up and straight and not around, ok? – we crossed the street and entered the premise. – I got to find Howard….

-Mackie, Tess. Good morning.

- Hello Will – Tess smiled in response and the man became all sunshine and rainbow at once.

-  I give her over to you, Will, watch over. Have you seen the boss?

- In his office. Waiting for you. What did you do?

- Oh, can everyone just stop asking me that? – I rolled my eyes and walked where I was expected.

***

-Howard, you wanted to see me? – I emerged through the boss’ doors

-Mackie, punctual as always. Come on in and close the door please. There is something the three of us need to talk about.

-Three of us? – I squinted in confusion and then noticed the third person sitting in front of Howard. Jake, of course. – Oh…. Hello Jake. – he muttered something unintelligible in response and scooted over to make place for me. 

- I’ve come into information that you two have quite a history together.

- Simone? – I asked raising my eyebrow. Who else might spill the beans to him.

- The source is irrelevant.

- Well, it’s nothing of a secret – I assured – we do have a history.

- Quite turbulent from what I know.

-Depends on the definition, Howard. And do you consider that a problem of any sort? Because I don’t.

- That is why I wanted you both here. Is your past going to be a problem in the work area? Because if so…

- No! – we both said in unison and looked at each other.

- Quite a unison you have – Howard leaned toward us. – That is a bit suspicious. Jake – he turned toward him – do you have any issues with Mackie?

- Plenty – he mumbled probably thinking no one heard.

- What was that?

- I have no issue, problem or anything else with her. I’m good.

- You are clearly not – I mocked quietly.

- Mackie?

- I’m fine as well, boss. Everything is fine.

- Liar – he spit-whispered turning his head away and I threw daggers at him.  

- Listen you two, whatever it is you have going on, you better sort it out quickly. I don’t want any, any – he emphasized the word – conflict in the crew. Is that clear?

- Crystal – I crossed my arms while Jake just nodded grumpily.

- Good. You can go Jake, Mackie a word in private.

- This is highly unprofessional of me to treat you differently, but as a relative I’m gonna ask you again – is it a complication for you to work with Jake?

- How much did she tell you? – I retorted – how much do you know?

-  A little.

- How little? – I insisted

- I know you split up in less than friendly atmosphere. By his fault, according to Simone. 

- Admitting the source now?

- Mackie – he exhorted – let’s act like adults.

- I’m fine. I’ll admit it was a bit of a surprise seeing him here , but it’s nothing. I’m not  like the romance movies girls, who falls apart upon seeing her ex. He was a jerk back then and apparently nothing has changed, so he is a warning of himself. I’ll manage.

- I hope you will. But I’m still going to watch you.

- If that doesn’t sound creepy I don’t know what does. Can I go now? I got work to do.

- You may go.

I don’t like it. At all. Why the hell Simone couldn’t keep her mouth closed? Now, I’m going to be observed by Howard. Fuck it! I busted through the office door and bumped right into the other part of this alleged personal conflict.  Again.

-Watch where you going, Mack.

-Well, maybe you should be more careful of where you’re standing. It seems like you were eavesdropping.

- You think you are so fucking important, don’t you? – he scoffed – I don’t care what the hell you were talking about with Howard. He has a thing for girls younger than him. Maybe you have intimate connection with him. – he took a step towards me. It felt like my body reacted on itself when my hand shoot forward and slapped him on the face with a loud noise, and unfortunately got the attention of Will and Tess who happened to be close enough to see it. Jake raised his head and looked at me, a mixture of sorrow, hurt and anger on his face. To be honest I was terrified of what just happened and instantly wanted to apologize but couldn’t force myself to do so. Instead, a memory came right at me.

Flashback, 5 years ago.

-What happened? – Simone exclaimed upon seeing Jake with reddened face and a bleeding cut on his cheek, automatically reaching towards him in order to help.

-Nothing – he scoffed turning away from her hand.

- He got in a fight, don’t you? – I was sitting on the couch with a book and unlike Simone didn’t want to push him into confessing anything. I was staying at the Cape Cod for a weekend, but was considering cutting the visit short, since the atmosphere was unbearable.

-I didn’t – he mumbled again.

-Well, this cut speak for itself, you know. You should have it patched up. – I pointed out.

- Let me help you, Jake – Simone reached for the first aid kit.

-I’m fine, Simone, leave it. – he was quick to leave the room we were in and disappeared inside his bedroom.

- I’m going to go talk to him – Simone stated

-Don’t – I stopped her – you know how he is. He will never talk when pushed. Let him come around.

- Weil, that is how you behave, isn’t  it? Unlike you I actually care about people, so maybe you are the one who should back off. It’s unbelievable that you have the audacity to call yourself his girlfriend if that’s how you act.

- I don’t label myself.

-But you have been together for the last couple years, haven’t you? So maybe you should act like one!

- Maybe – I retorted calmly, not responsive towards her harshness – and maybe I should reconsider coming here if that’s how you feel about me.

- No, wait, Mackie, I’m sorry. Please, stay. Jake has been distant lately and I guess it had some effect on me.

-He’s always distant, Simone.

- Not towards me. We used to be close and I’m afraid I might be losing him.

-Perhaps you should give free rein to him? Maybe you’re holding too tight?

 - No. I don’t. I just care about him. But this time, I’ll listen and give him space. I’m going for a walk, want to join?

- Thanks, but I want to finish the chapter. This book is extremely gripping.

-Nerd – she smiled at me playfully – see you later than.

It wasn’t long after she left, when Jake emerged from his room. I knew he would.

-Mackie.

- Jake.

-Can you….?

- Sure.

He came closer and sat down on the edge of sofa turning his hurt cheek towards me and letting me dress it properly. Anyone else at my place would probably start asking tons of questions, but that wasn’t me. We respected each other bounds and personal space and those where the pillars of bilateral trust and … other  emotions.

-I got in a fight – he finally gasped looking me straight into the eyes softly.

- I know – I caressed his cheek. – Do I have to ask? 

- It was because of you – he admitted – I wanted to….

-It’s ok  - I assured – you can say it.

- I overheard some guys talking shit about you.

- How so?

- They called you a New York slut. They said the soda water hit your head and you believe yourself better than anyone else.  

- Jake?

-Yeah?

-Was one of those boys Ryan Blake?

-Yes.

- You know what happened with him, right?

- You rejected him, right?

- I did. For some good reasons – I looked down.

- Hey, Mackie, I don’t need to know. Whatever this piece of shit says about you I know it’s not true – he grabbed my chin forcing me to look back at him and slightly leaned forward. –I just had to stand up for you. I know you.   

- I know you do –I whispered, our foreheads now touching in this gentle manner where you just enjoy the closeness of the other person. Breathing the other in and feeling the warmth coming from each other body. For some reason I felt safe with him, almost like at home. I really was in love with him, even if after all this time together we still didn’t use the words, this was one the moment that reminded me that even if none of us where particularly expressive and emotional we still belonged to each other and have this inner connection, that was  extremely rare to find.

- Good – he leaned forward and gently connected his lips to mine. It was only for a second and left me wanting more from and of him. When he pulled back I just smirked signalizing what I needed and he kissed me again, this time longer. This  intimate twinkling, as usual,  made me wonder how it was possible for him to be so passionate yet so gentle at the same time, but you know what they say about the quiet ones …. Still waters run deep.

His lips were just so soft and the way they felt on mine was something I was always longing for, even if I sometimes forgot that and needed a reminder. Being with him was challenging but every time he opened enough for a physical contact made up for all the silence and occasional understatements. I chuckled lightly when I felt his hands on my waist pulling me closer so I was now sitting on his lap letting his fingers roam over my back while I was softly playing with his hair. It was getting more and more heated by second and I was melting. Even though I was torn between the desire of being touched by him and the wish that one of us would stop it, before Simone return. Futile effort. I wanted him and he was more than eager to show me how much he wanted me too.

- Jake – I gasped feeling him lowering his kisses toward my neck finding my safe spot which made me moan quietly. Enough of encouragement for him to continue – we shouldn’t…

- Is that so? – he didn’t halt – do you want me to stop? – he muttered against my skin, reaching under my shirt to touch my bare skin. -  I missed you and it’s been a while since we had …..

- Jake – I gathered all my strength to pull away and he gave me sad and hurt look of a broken cat. Why was it so hard to resist him – what about Simone? She might be back any minute, now. She’s already not ok with us being together even if she covers up for it pretty well.

- Why should we care about that?

- I don’t want to risk her wrath. Do you?

- I hate you – he stopped his journey over my body, but still kept me close. – You ruined the moment – he whispered against my lips.

- Maybe. But if I can ruin it I can also create opportunity for another – I smirked putting my hands on his shoulder and kissing him briefly, almost unnoticeably.

- Tease. Remind me how do I bear with you? – he brushed his nose over mine and this felt more thrilling than previous heated kisses and touches. More private and emotional. A little gesture just between us.  

- The same way I deal with you, grumpy. Now, let me go, Jake.

- No – his grip tightened and it was getting hard to breathe – You’re just going to disappear in New York again. You are never here when I need and want you the most. And I always want and need you – he whispered in my ears and I almost gave in to his seduction.

- I hate it too, but let’s be at least marginally decent. Fucking on a couch in the middle of a room is not that.

-What if I don’t care? – he murmured to me again.

- Too bad for both of us, than – distracting him with touching his chest I managed to yank myself free and move away for a safe distance . Right in time, since Simone came inside the room a minute later. It was impossible for her not to notice our flushed cheeks, messy hair and fast breathing but she did not say a word about that.

- Anyone fancy some wine? – her smile could literally light up whole Cape Cod.

 End of flashback

“They called you a New York slut. I just had to stand up for you” – those few words were now ringing in my ears on repeat. How ironic that now he was the one to imply that I truly was one and did not feel very protective. How easy it is to forget who we were before. Funny how much people change.

-NY slut, huh? – I spit through clenched teeth.

- Mackie, I …. – he immediately came to realization of his words as the same memory flashed behind his eyes.

- Don’t …. Don’t you dare saying another word – I was a cold fury – I had enough – I moved past him, purposefully bumping his arm. Apparently a mistake since he grabbed my wrist, pulling me close to his chest, inches apart and trying to stop me – Kestrel…. – he whispered.

- Let her go, Jake – Will came to the rescue, his voice strong and commanding.

-Stay out of it Will.

- No, you stay away from me. – I pushed him which caused Jake to stumble and in effect  to let go. I used that as my opportunity to walk away, Will following me closely.

- Mackie! Wait, stop! What happened there? – he grabbed my arm from behind making me turn and face him.

- It’s nothing Will – I shrugged indifferently. – Just a little misunderstanding.

- It didn’t look like it. What is going on between you and Jake? You don’t seem like a person to slap a stranger out of the blue so there must be some history to it.

- Will, stop pushing me. It’s long gone story. Water under the bridge. The mist of history. A closed chapter. Whatever you want to call it.  The past is in the past.

- You are a terrible liar, you know.

- Can we just please, please, focus on the work? That is why we are here, right? And you shouldn’t have left Tess alone. By the way, care to share how the last night went? Like for example, why the hell was she walking home at night alone after partying?

- Wait. She what? – he turned around observing Tess who was now unsuccessfully trying to talk to Jake – is she …. wasted? – he whispered.

- Not anymore – I crossed my arm – but why didn’t you walk her home?

- I wasn’t attending the party. I just came to Home Bar, spend a while there and went back home, Sasha promised me to keep her safe.

- Russian boy, deal breaker – I muttered and shook my head – work on?

- Yes. Obviously. Now I need to keep myself busy too. But this talk is far from over after the shift is done. As your supervisor, I require answers.

- And what do you require as a friend? – I smiled lightly

- Did you just say ….?

- I said nothing – I chuckled – must be your imagination.

- Sure. Imagination – he agreed – imagine how much fun you are going to have preparing the dinnerware for tonight.

-Loads. Better start now. – I looked over his arm at Tess, who was now left alone since Jake stormed out, not sure of what do to. – Come on, baby monster. We got work to do.

***

Jake’s POV

I deserved that. I know.

She was always fierce on the inside. I remember her passion very vividly. All the times we ….. never mind.

And now, she’s fucking laughing with fucking Will next to her.

Good thing I’m over her. The past is in the past.

***

- So, Will. That women at the table yesterday? The one who talked about wine? Who is she? – Tess hands were busy with tablecloths and wipers she was folding but that didn’t stop her talkativeness.

- Simone. She is many things but she is not your friend. Trust me on that. Or, you can ask Mackie about it. They seem to know each other – he looked at me playfully -  But I’m not sure if you’ll get any answers from the mystery.

- She seems nice. Why such approach? – Tess insisted.

- Help me here, Mack  -Will turned towards me looking for support.

- I’m not going to ….

- …. mother me, I know – Tess rolled her eyes – you are annoying with that attitude, you know. – I just want to know about her.

- Simone is … really something. It’s worth having a relation with her, she can teach you a lot and definitely is a keeper, but getting too close to the fire result in burns. If you know what I mean.

- And what about Jake? They seem extremely close.

- They are like a package deal, but I’m not talking about him.

- Why not? You surely have a history together as well?

- Really, are you two ganging up on me? Fine, we were together for like 5 years IN THE PAST. And Howard is already up my ass about that, so could you just let go? Please?

- You were together? – Tess eyes widened – like together together?

- Yes, together together, but I’d prefer to keep it on DL, can you do the same? Both of you? – I eyed Will too and they nodded their heads – And if you want to get involved with him you have my blessing, permission whatever, ok? Just drop the subject.

- But I want to know …..

- Ok, I think I’m done here – Will raised his hands in surrender – I don’t want to hear you gossiping about personal details.

- Right. Me. Gossiping – I scoffed – Wait, Will, don’t leave me with her – I chased after the man who walked right to the front of the restaurant. – I’m going to prepare the tables!

@pinksirensong @meganmayhem89 @anastacia-lynn @wardlow @queenshelby @j@juxtaposeddreamer @dees-newest-obsession @amandarobertsboyce

[mountinez]

Hey Nikka👋

I don’t have much to say so this is a lil poke in your cheek.

Also I saw this wallpaper/collage on Pinterest and was like woah that’s so cool. Nikka would love to see that

Also this second one is like kinda weird cause it reminded me of you and Han…is that weird? Idk. You guys are super cute though.🫶

M’kay bye bye👋

hiiii, meb!

i'm so sorry for the delay in answering this ask, i came here everyday to see it again and again. i'm not feeling quite well lately for some personal issues and real-life events that are beyond my control. unfortunately, one of the things that makes me more ill is the fact i can't save everyone in my life and that... i don't have enough power against some things.

but well, this ask is not for me to ramble about how terrible of a life it is at the moment, but to thank you for all this care, all this affection. and you are so right, i definitely liked it. i actually loved it. van gogh's work is so important to me, the person he was and is, is do important to me. and i feel all soft and silly when you guys come to me with things vincent-related. i feel loved and appreciated and i don't even know how to thank you or reciprocate properly.

the second one is even more cute once you are reminded of two people. me and han <3 it's crazy to think how our bonds around here are perceived and how well we all know each other even if we don't know each other at all. it's almost like we are a group of colleagues, even friends, who see each other every day at a particular place (tumblr). it's so funny, isn't it?

anyways i'm sorry for this long answer and i bet it doesn't even make sense. but thank you, from the bottom of my heart. this means the world to me! i love you, hope you are doing well, hope you feel safe. it's what you deserve. mwah! <3

@cherishlaluna i think you are going to like of this one <3

[birdie-ghost]

Infodump ( if u can ^_^ ) about the fitz afto au I AM WAYYYYY to invested in this

OKAY IM GONNA DO THIS SPECIFICALLY ABOUT BEFORE GREGORY SORRY LOL

When Jeremy first saw Mike they thought that Mike was in cosplay lol. They didn't recognise each other at first considering that it had been like 12 years or so sense they'd seen each other. But they did once they got each others names and talked a little about their life.

the events of the au all happen in way more than 5 nights simply because I feel like 5 is just honestly unaturally and impossibly fast lol, its closer to 2 weeks-3 months depending on what game we're talking about, fnaf 1 is like two weeks, fnaf 2 is like a month and a half, fnaf 3 takes like 3 months cus I said so.

Jeremy and Mike end up as room-mates about halfway through fnaf 3 and stay that way through the rest of the games. Mike got evicted because his landlord saw him without any masks or glasses on and was creeped as hell out. Jeremy was the one who had the idea that they could room together, that way it's easier for both of them to pay rent as well as buy things like food; also so Jeremy can pay for collage lol, he's got that starving collage student life woooo. Jeremy helps Mike with his depression and PTSD and mike actually improves quite a lot once he starts rooming with them :]

Mike falls for Jeremy in like 3 weeks and he just excepts it, but he doesn't do anything about it because 'he doesn't deserve it' and doesn't want to put mike in a relationship with a walking dead man. He resigns himself to forever be lovesick lmao.

Around 5 weeks into working with each other Is when Mike opens up about 83 and his dad and baby and what he's doing and such. Jeremy calls him out on his bulshit, cus like, that's not mikes fault. Even a little bit. Jeremy hugs mike and that was probably the first time mike had had a hug in over a decade.

Jeremy falls for mike like a year and a half after they reunited at Fazbear Frights, but it's a whole sudden 'oH SHIT WAIT' moment when they were just chilling on the couch watching a movie or something. Like, Jeremy littarally goes "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH" in the middle of the movie and scares the shit out of Mike. Mike asks what's up and Jeremy just flat out tells him on the spot lmao. He didn't mean to though lol he was just so caught in the moment he had absoloutly no filter. He was really worried because Mike started crying and Jeremy thought he was taking it wrong or something. They both clear it up and all goes smoothly.

They only kissed once before Mike got his new robo body because like, Mike's a corpse, they're generally logical people. And it was after Mike told Jeremy that he'd never kissed anyone before and Jeremy wasn't having that.

Jeremy really shouldn't have done that though lol he regretted it, not cus he didn't want to kiss mike its just, ya know, Mike's a corpse. Jeremy threw up afterwords cus like man that has not gotta be great tasting lol. Mike was extreeeemly flustered and felt terrible and Jeremy wouldn't let him apologize.

Like four months after the events of Pizzeria Sim Mike proposes to Jeremy, but it's not anything crazy. They're just sitting there eating dinner or talking at their apartment, taking time to relax after all the events they'd gone through and decompressing and mulling over the traumas and life experiences they'd shared, and Mike just asks Jeremy if they want to marry him. Jeremy says yes. They get very simple silver bands and have a very small wedding, Littarally just them and Henry as their Officiant.

I've thought about them a lot they live in my head rent free. :')

[kirishimaswife2819]

Relationship Firsts || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari  (500 Followers Special)

500 Followers Special

Masterlist

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: How all the ‘firsts’ (first date, first kiss etc.) of your relationship happened

Word Count: 5.3k

Notes: All of the ‘first dates’ occur before they move into the dorms

A/n: I hit 500 followers a few days ago and I want to thank you guys so much, I really didn’t think I would even hit 100 in this amount of time and it means a lot. I didn’t really have any good ideas for what to do for it, so I just did this set of headcanons about all of the ‘firsts’, it was the best thing that I could think of. Again, thank you for all of the support! -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

First Date

Your first date happened a few days after Izuku confessed his feelings for you, outside of U.A., after class, and you two exchanged numbers

He decided to go kind of classic and take you on a date to a cafe that you had mentioned you liked

To say he was nervous would be an understatement, he was terrified

What if he messed up and said something dumb? What if he got food all over his face and looked dumb? What if you didn’t like how he dressed?

He met you at your house and you two walked to the cafe together, the whole time you were going on about something, since Izuku wasn’t really saying much

He kept responding with nervous smiles, and short answers, and his face kept turning red

Just as he was about to open the door to the cafe, you stopped him to say something first

“I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to be so nervous, I’m not going to judge you or anything.”

With that, you opened the door the cafe and held it open so that he could come in

Lunch at the cafe went pretty good, with your reassurance, Izuku was a little more confident and you two ended up having a good time, laughing and even making up your first inside joke together

He walked you home afterwards, where you asked him if he wanted to be your boyfriend, since he was obviously too nervous to ask you

First Kiss

If you think that there’s any way that Izuku is initiating the first kiss, then you are one hundred percent wrong, he’s way too nervous to do anything like that, he could barely even hold your hand without turning into a blushing mess

The two of you were on a stargazing date, and you two were sitting in a field, on a blanket, sitting up and pointing out constellations

Izuku was going on about the history of some constellation, and he just looked so cute rambling on about how it got its name, and some old tale about how it happened, and you decided that you wanted to kiss him, so you did

He sat there in shock for a minute, before coming to his senses and lightly kissing you back

His face was red as you pulled back and gave him a small smile, blushing slightly, before speaking again, “What was that you were saying about the stars?”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You were over at his dorm, late at night, and he was helping you study for a test

He took note of your tired expression, and the fact that you had yawned ten times in the past half hour, before deciding you two should call it quits for the night

“Okay, I think that’s enough, you can go back to your room, Y/n.”

“But I’m too tired to walk there,” you complained, moving from your spot on his floor, to his bed. You pulled the fluffy All Might blanket, that you had gotten for him a few weeks ago, over yourself before speaking again, “Can I stay the night here?”

“But, Y-Y/n, if we get caught-”

“We won’t, besides it’s not like we’re doing anything like that,” you replied, before pulling your arms from under the blanket and holding them out to Izuku, “Please?”

With a sigh, he shut your textbooks and sat them on his desk, he tried to hide his blush as he shut off the light and turned his lamp on, before crawling into bed with you

You immediately latched onto his midsection and buried your head in his chest

“Do you want the lamp off? Or are you scared of the dark? Are you too cold? Too hot? I can turn a fan on, or I have more blank-”

“Izuku, I’m fine, just go to sleep, baby.”

First “I love you”

He said it first, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to what he was saying to you

You two were in the kitchen, baking a cake for one of his friend’s birthdays, when you needed to leave to go to your door and grab something

“I’m going to go grab something, be right back,” you said, leaning in and leaving a kiss on Izuku’s cheek. He was rereading over the cake recipe on his phone, as you began walking away

“Okay, I love you,” he said, and you stopped dead in your tracks

You noticed he wasn’t freaking out and must not have realized what he had said, as you smiled to yourself, “I love you too, Izuku.”

He had picked up his juice box to get a drink and he almost spit the juice right back out at your words. He swallowed, before turning to you, eyes wide and face red

“You what!?”

First Anniversary

Izuku started planning for your one year anniversary probably two months in advance

He was planning on taking you to the cafe you went on your first date to, but he wanted to spend the whole day with you, so he had a bunch of other stuff planned

He made a list of all the places you two had your best memories at, before scheduling a whole day for you two to do stuff on 

He told you in advance not to plan anything for the two of you to do, since he was planning a whole day, and at first, you objected, but you eventually agreed when he promised you that you could plan next years anniversary

The first thing he did was wake you up and the two of you made your favorite breakfast together, before getting ready for the day

He took you to a bunch of places where you two had good memories at, and then you went to the cafe for lunch, then spent the rest of the day doing other fun things that Izuku had planned

The night ended with you two in his dorm room, cuddling, right after you two gave your gifts

Since Izuku banned you from planning anything, you made up for it by getting him a bunch of All Might merch, a cute little collage with photos of you two on it, and a basket with his favorite candies

And he got you a few things that you’d been wanting, along with matching rings, they were simple bands but his was green, with your first name carved into it, and yours was f/c with Izuku’s first name carved into it

Katsuki Bakugou:

First Date

Your first date with Katsuki was sort of an accident

You had went out with the whole Bakusquad, but they all ending up ‘having something come up’ and they had to leave, leaving only you and Katsuki (You later found out that they set the whole thing up but that’s a story for another day)

You two ended up going to the arcade together, and Bakugou accidentally blurted out that he had feelings for you before you two went inside, so he decided to turn it into a date

You two spent the day playing games together, before he eventually convinced you to let him take you out for dinner that night

You two went to your favorite restaurant

During the date, the waiter ending up flirting with you the whole time, which pissed Katsuki off

He ended up going off on the waiter, and the manager ended up giving you your meals free after a huge argument (Katsuki doing a lot of the yelling)

During the whole ordeal, Katsuki ended up referring to you as his ‘significant other’ and you asked him about it afterwards

“Well, are you not? I like you, you like me, are we not dating?”

You were in fact, not dating, but you were dating twenty seconds later

First Kiss

Your first kiss happened during a little argument

It wasn’t too bad, and you weren’t really that mad, but you were still ranting to Katsuki about something he had done wrong and how ‘he better not do it again or you would beat his ass’

He ended up finding you going off on him, very attractive, since it was obvious that you really weren’t too mad about whatever he did

So, he leaned in and kissed your lips

You jumped in surprise, from the sudden feeling and impact of his lips on yours, but you got over it quickly and kissed him back

The kiss was kind of rough, and Katsuki really didn’t know what he was doing, but it wasn’t absolutely terrible

You two pulled away, and Katsuki smirked, “You’re hot when you threaten to kick my ass.”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You hesitantly made your way down the hallway and towards Katsuki’s dorm room

You had a blanket draped over your shoulders as you knocked on the door and hoped that Katsuki would answer it for you

You had a nightmare and really didn’t want to be alone right then

You heard some fumbling inside, along with a string of curses, and then the light flicked on, before the door opened

“Why the hell-” Katsuki stopped, when he saw how upset you looked, “Woah, hey, what’s with that face? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?” You asked, looking at him with pleading eyes

“Dumbass, you know I-”

“Please, Katsuki,” you begged and he sighed, putting away his soft and concerned voice, and opening the door before speaking

“Go lay down, I need to make sure nobody saw your dumb ass.”

You laid in his bed and patiently waited

“Everybody’s still asleep, you’re lucky,” Katsuki said, grabbing his pillow and going to sleep on the floor

“No, sleep beside me,” you said, and he was about to protest, but instead he sighed

“I’m too fucking tired for this shit.” He crawled in bed, beside you and pulled you up against him, making sure you were comfy, before closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep

First “I love you”

You said it first, while you were apologizing for starting a fight with him over something dumb

You had just had a bad day and snapped at him and yelled at him for no good reason

“Look, Katsuki, I’m really sorry, I just had a bad day. You know that I love you and I didn’t mean what I said, and-”

“What?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow, his cheeks were slightly tinted red, “You love me?”

“Shit,” you said, your eyes going wide when you realized what you had admitted, “Sorry, that was too soon and sudden and I-”

“Don’t be a dumbass, I love you too.”

First Anniversary

Your first anniversary was one of the only times that Katsuki had acted sweet and caring

You had stayed over the night before, so you woke up in his arms, and he cuddled with you for a while, before he finally let you go and get breakfast

You brought the food back to his dorm and you two ate together, before he made you get dressed, and you two went out

He took you to see a new movie that just came to theaters, and then you two got lunch, before going back to the dorms

When you got there, he let you get dressed in to comfier stuff, before the two of you binge watched your favorite show together

Katsuki wasn’t a huge fan of the show, so he complained every once and a while, but he didn’t totally refuse to watch it, but only because you wanted to watch it

But if you asked him why he still watched it, he would have claimed that you would have complained a ton if he didn’t watch it with you

Then for dinner, you two made a meal together and ate together, before going back to his dorm, where you two just hung out together for the rest of the day

For gifts, he got you some chocolates and a new outfit, and you got him a gift card that he can use anywhere, along with a framed photo of the two of you on a date somewhere (Katsuki wouldn’t admit it, but he keeps the photo of you two in his closet, because he doesn’t want somebody to accidentally break it, and he’ll take it out whenever he misses you)

Eijiro Kirishima:

First Date

For the first date, Kirishima took you to the zoo

As far as confessions, and asking you out went, he just pulled you aside after class and nervously admitted that he had a huge crush on you and wanted to take you on a date

You agreed, before you two exchanged numbers, and he told you that he would text you with all of the details and he did, later that night

When the day came, he met you outside of your house and you two walked to the zoo

He brought a backpack with tons of water, since it was hot out that day, along with snacks and lunch for you two, since the food at the zoo was pretty expensive (He asked you what snacks and food you liked prior to the day)

He also low key saved up his money for months to be able to take you on this date and pay for the whole thing, and he refuses to let you pay for anything because “It’s not manly to make your date pay for themselves”

He asks to take various pictures of you two throughout the day, because he wants memories, but if you don’t like photos he’s not going to make you feel bad for not wanting to take any (He’d like if you would take at least one with him tho)

You two ended up in the gift shop, where he insisted on buying you two some stuff, so you both ended up with matching shirts that had the zoo’s name on it, along with matching reusable water bottles, and he also bought you a plushie of your favorite zoo animal, as well as a little key chain with zoo’s name on it for himself

After you two got done at the zoo, he walked you home, and offered you the leftover snacks, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and offering to take you on another date

You two went on a few more dates, before he worked up the courage to ask you out

First Kiss

Your first kiss happened when the two of you were having a little date night in his dorm

Whenever you two had ‘at home’ date nights, you two normally just got takeout together, and did whatever you felt like doing, whether it was cuddling and watching something, or playing video/board games together, you two just did something that was easy, cheap, and fun to do

This particular night, the two of you had played some video games together (or if you’re not into video games, you just watched him play them, and you two talked while he played them), before you started watching Kirishima’s favorite movie, since you had watched your favorite, last date night

You were laying up against a pillow, and resting your legs over Kirishima’s lap, and you were beginning to fall asleep

Kirishima had been wanting to kiss you for a few days at that point, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or go too quickly for you, since you had only been dating for about three weeks at the time

“Hey, babe?” Kirishima spoke up, causing you to open your eyes slightly, before yawning

“Yeah, Kiri? What’s up?” You asked, obviously trying not to fall asleep

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, causing you to wake right up, your eyes went wide and your face began heating up, before you finally found your voice

“Sure, if you want to,” you replied, and he wasted no time in leaning in, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, before finally kissing your lips

When you pulled away, you were both blushing, but Kirishima still pulled you to his chest and cuddled you, while continuing to watch the movie

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

Instead of you having a nightmare, like in Bakugou’s, Kirishima had a nightmare, about losing you

So, the first thing that he did when he woke up, was quietly (or try to, at least), run to your dorm room to check on you

He knocked three times, very quickly

If you’re a light sleeper, then you got up and let him in, but if you’re a heavy sleeper, he used the key you gave him to open your door and let himself in

Either way, somehow he ended up in your bed, with you gently comforting him and running your hands through his hair, trying to get him to calm down, since you were clearly doing just fine

“Shh, it’s okay, Eijiro. I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” you said, pressing your cheek up against his head, as he let out a few tears

He pulled away after a while, and apologized for bothering you (and wetting your night shirt)

You told him it was fine, before asking him if he wanted to stay the night with you

And there was no way in hell that he was refusing that offer, so he shut off your lamp for you, before cuddling up beside you and falling asleep with you

First “I love you”

He realized he loved you and he wanted his confession to be absolutely perfect

So, he took you out for dinner, before the two of you ended up, in a field, looking at the stars

“Hey, Y/n?” Kirishima hesitantly asked, causing you to look from the stars to your red haired boyfriend

“Yeah?” You replied and before he could say anything, you frowned and spoke again, “Is something wrong? You look nervous.”

“Oh, no,” he replied, giving you a reassuring smile, “I am nervous, but nothing’s wrong. Everything’s pretty good actually, but I have something to tell you.”

“Go ahead,” you said, wanting him to spit out whatever he needed to tell you. He took your hands in his own, before taking a deep breath

“I love you, Y/n, I have for a while now.”

You smiled, and leaned in, giving him a kiss before speaking again, “I love you too.”

First Anniversary

Like the other boys, he wanted the first anniversary to go perfectly, but he didn’t want you to be unhappy with the day that he had planned so he asked you ahead of time if there was anything specific that you had been wanting to do

After telling him a few things, he added them to the list of activities he could plan for the day

He added most of what you had asked to do, but he put in a few surprises that you two hadn’t discussed as well

That day, he let you sleep in as long as you wanted, before taking you to get breakfast somewhere

After you two got done getting breakfast, he took you somewhere that you wanted to go for a few hours and then you two got lunch at a fast food restaurant

You ate the food as you walked to your next destination, which was the mall, and threw your wrappers away when you got there

After that, he took you to various shops that you wanted to go in, but he surprised you, by bringing you into Build-a-Bear with him

The two of you split up, and you each made each other a bear and each put your voice into them

After that, you two got dinner together, at where ever you wanted to go, you two went home and spent the rest of the night together

Along with whatever you two got at the mall, Kirishima got you a bottle of whatever perfume/cologne you wore, as well as some candy, and something that you had been wanting

You got Kirishima a new hoodie and a little handwritten note, because you knew he liked hand made stuff more than actual gifts

Shoto Todoroki:

First Date

He asked you out by just walking up to you after class ended and saying with the straightest face ever, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He was low key really nervous about your answer, and he had been since he realized his crush on you and he was thrilled that you said yes

He told you that he would pick you up that Friday around seven and to dress nice

So, that’s exactly what you did

He picked you up from your house, right on time, and you two went to a fancy restaurant together

He was dressed all fancy and you thought that he looked absolutely perfect in something other than his school uniform, even if it was just as formal

The two of you had a pretty good night, and he made sure that you liked the food and that it was good enough for you

If the food wasn’t good enough, and you didn’t like it, but you didn’t like speaking up about stuff like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to speak up for you and politely ask them to remake your food

This man tipped like one hundred dollars, and the waitress was like freaking out

Then you went home, where he said goodbye to you, before asking if you wanted to be his significant other

First Kiss

In the beginning, Todoroki was very awkward with physical affection, so your first kiss is probably going have to happen a few months into the relationship

You two were pretty open about physical affection at that point, and he had no problem admitting when he wanted your affection and he would even initiate it himself, at certain times

And Todoroki was the absolute cutest when he would ask for your affection

The the day that you had your first kiss, he was sitting on your bed, waiting for you to get back from your training session with one of your friends

You came in, and your boyfriend looked up from his phone, before immediately setting it down and holding his arms out to you, before saying one word, “Cuddles.”

“Sho, not right now, I need to go shower first. I’m all sweaty,” you replied, setting your water bottle down, and walking over to your dresser to get clean clothes out

Shoto stood up, and grabbed your wrist, ignoring your protests, knowing that you really didn’t mind, before dragging you over to your bed and forcing you to cuddle with him

“Now I’m going to have to wash my sheets,” you mumbled, accepting the affection. Shoto ignored the statement, and sighed in contentment

You thought he looked very cute, so you leaned up and kissed his lips, before pulling back and burying your face in his chest to avoid his surprised eyes on you

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

It happened one night when you two got back from a long day and neither of you felt like walking to your room, so you both just crashed on the couch

“Shouldn’t we go to our rooms?” Shoto asked, as you and him had been laying there for about five minutes

You two originally planned to just take a small rest there, before going to your rooms, but you two really didn’t feel like getting up

“No,” you replied, “We can just sleep here.”

“Okay,” Shoto replied, closing his eyes and going to go to sleep

The next morning the two of you woke up to various members of class 1-A snapping photos of you

First “I love you”

He’s very calm about it, and he doesn’t think that saying it’s a big deal

So, he said it the very moment that he realized he loved you

He realized it during a cuddle session, so he said it, “I love you.”

“What?” You asked, head shooting up from his chest to make sure that you had heard him right

“I love you.”

You tried to put down the internal feeling of freaking out, before speaking, “I love you too, Shoto.”

First Anniversary 

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do for an anniversary, so he asked Midoriya for advice on what he was supposed to do

Midoriya just told him to take you on a date and get you a gift, so that’s exactly what Shoto did

He took you to the mall to have a ‘shopping date’ as he called it, and he bought you whatever you wanted

But he knew you wouldn’t get every single thing you wanted, because you didn’t want to waste his money

So, he started paying attention to everything that you looked at and your face when you saw the price tag

He knew if you were looking at the price tag, that you probably wanted it, but he only grabbed it to buy for you if you made a weird face when you saw the price tag, since he could tell that you only put it back because it cost too much

After your shopping trip, the two of you got lunch together, before going to the ice cream shop together and getting ice cream

After that, you two went back to the dorms and spent the rest of the day together

You made him soba for dinner, since you felt bad for spending so much of his money, even if he was alright with it

Then, after dinner, you two exchanged gifts

He gave you all the stuff you put back because it was too expensive as well as some type of expensive jewelry, and a card with a cute little note

And you got him a photo album of the two of you, since buying him a gift wouldn’t make much sense, since he could pretty much buy whatever he wanted

Denki Kaminari:

First Date

Denki flirted with you CONSTANTLY, before he finally asked you out an actual date

This was mostly due to the fact that you were always so sweet when he was flirting and sometimes you even flirted back, but he highly doubted that anybody could like him back, so he was scared that your whole flirting thing would go away once he asked you out

But after getting talked to by Kirishima, about how he should just tell you how he feels, Denki finally asked you out on a date

He was pretty surprised that you actually said yes, but he wasn’t complaining

You two ended up going to a movie together

During the movie, he kept ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand against yours whenever you put your hand into the popcorn bucket, and eventually towards the end of the movie, he actually held your hand, since it was obvious that you wouldn’t mind

After the movie was over, you two ended up going into the gaming store at your local mall and you guys looked at all of the stuff, but you didn’t end up buying anything, since you were both broke and could barely afford the movie (Even though he was broke, he insisted on buying the tickets, but he let you pay for the popcorn)

During your walk home, he admitted that he had a lot of fun, as well as admitted that he wanted you to be his significant other and he got really surprised when you actually said yes and said that you wanted to date him as well

First Kiss

Denki has no self control (unless you tell him to stop), so he’s probably going to kiss you pretty early on in the relationship

It wasn’t really anything special, you and Denki were on your second date

You two were in the park, just as it was getting dark, eating ice cream together as you watched the sunset

You were sitting side by side, when Denki spoke up

“You have something on your face.”

“Oh, do I?” You asked, going to grab some napkins from your bag, but you were interrupted by Denki smashing his lips up against yours

You made a sound of surprise, but you kissed him right back

He pulled away, licking his lips, and spoke again, “Got it.”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You two were in his dorm and you were waiting for him to finish playing his video games so that the two of you could cuddle, before you went back to your dorm

“Are you almost done, Denki?” You questioned, laying on your stomach on his bed, glancing over to see him still playing a game on his computer

“Yeah,” Denki replied, “You can just go back to your dorm for the night, if you want.”

“No, I want to cuddle,” you replied, with a yawn

“Okay, one more round,” Denki responded, going back to focusing on his computer screen

He finished the round and took off his head set, before turning to the bed, “Okay, I’m all-”

He paused when he saw you fast asleep, your head resting on his pillow

He smiled, before turning the light off and crawling into bed beside you, “Night, Y/n.”

First “I love you”

He said it first, but he was pretty nervous about saying it

Sure, he flirted with you and showed physical affection to you all the time, but he’s never admitted that he loved somebody before (unless they were family, of course)

He knew that he loved you for a while, he just had to work up the courage to say it to you

So, he would practice saying it to you after you fell asleep, which was sort of dumb on his part but he never thought that you would be awake when he said it

And you were just about to fall asleep in Denki’s arms when you heard him say, “I love you, Y/n. Goodnight.”

“What?” You asked, your eyes opening when you realized what he said, you felt him jump from behind you as you readjusted and turned to your other side, “What did you just say?”

“Um, I love you?” He asked, sounding unsure of himself

You smiled at his works, before leaning in and leaving a kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

First Anniversary

He planned probably like a week in advance what you two were going to do

He asked his friends for advice on what to do and one of them said that he should take you to see the movie that you saw on your first date, but obviously since it’s been a whole year it’s not in theaters anymore, so that wasn’t an option

Instead, he planned a whole day of you two just hanging out in his dorm and ordering take out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

The two of you exchanged gifts first thing in the morning

He got you some type of jewelry, some chocolates, and a new hoodie, and you got him a new (and expensive) video game that he wanted but didn’t have enough money to buy

Then you two just spent the rest of the day inside, doing whatever you felt like

You two ended up watching movies, T.V. shows, you two played video games for a while, cuddled, and just basically hung out

He also refused to let anybody interrupt the whole day, so if any of his friends knocked on his door, he told them that you two were having a day together, before slamming the door in their face

Finally, at the end of the day, you two cuddled up and recounted all of the memories of the past year, before finally, falling asleep next to each other

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Unlikely Companions (Daryl Dixon x Female reader/ PLATONIC! Carl x Reader)

Summary: Carl was running for his life, being chased by walkers after he went on his own looking for Sophia. When he is corned by the walker a stranger woman saves him. She is looking for her Fiancee for the old world, but offers her help returning him to the farm. They bond over the days in the woods and she learns she might have another reason to find the farm.

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“Carl?” Lori shouted across the farm. She hadn’t seen the boy all day and was starting to get nervous. “Have you seen Carl?” Maggie shook her head. “Not since breakfast” She answered in her southern accent. “Maybe he is with Rick? Or Shane?” Lori just nodded, but didn’t feel any safer. Where was her son?

Carl was running for his life. The two walkers were closing inn. He knew better than to shout and call for help, knowing it would probably attract even more walkers, but right now he didn’t care. “MOM!” He quickened his pace. “DAD!” Two walkers turned into four as two more appeared at his side. Tears was now streaming down his face as he was sure he was going to die here. He looked back again, ready to face death. But the walkers didn’t close inn on him. Instead arrow after arrow filled the air and all the walkers dropped. When Carl turned back around, fully expecting to see Daryl standing there, was surprised to see a stranger. “Are you okay?” The stranger asked him. Carl looked up at the woman. He was inn shock and didn’t know what to say. “You got a group? A family” She continued to ask him. When she tried to approach him, he backed up. “Hey, you don’t need to worry, I won’t do you any harm. Look” She dropped her cross bow and unleased her knife from her holster. When both fell to the ground, she could see him relaxing more. “Can I ask your name?”

“Carl, Carl Grimes”

“Well, Carl Grimes. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I’m looking for my fiancée. But I can help you return back to you family. Someone as young as you shouldn’t be out here alone”.

Carl was still unsure about her. Remembering her mother’s speech about stranger danger. But those were the rules of the old world. Here in the new world they should accept help form anyone who invites it, right? After thinking it through, he nodded. “Okay, okay. This is a good start. How far away is your camp?” Carl looked down, a bit embarrassed. “I don’t know”

��Do you know the directions?” He shook his head. “Well shit, looks like were in quiet a pickle huh?” She smiled at him, trying to ease him. “I don’t know this area, never been here before. So, I say we head in one direction and hope for the best. What do you think?” He nodded. “Great! Lets go then!”

And so they started to wander. (Y/N) in front, with Carl a meter behind. “Sooo, do you have a favourite movie or something?” He just stared at her. “What! Come on, were going to be stuck with each other for a while, might as well get to know each other”. After a minute of silence, he spoke. “Iron Man”

“That’s a good movie! Mine is probably that or Pride and Prejudice”. Carl scrunched up his nose almost in disgust. “But that’s so girly! All they do is talk about their feelings and kiss!” She looked back at him, offended by his remarks. “And!? It’s a great love story that is still relevant to this day” She played up her offence more hoping it would make him laugh. It did. “Its still so girly” He said between giggles. “Never mind, were is the nearest walker. I’m feeding you to it” (Y/N)’s giggling was now a full on laughter. “Nooo!” Carl was laughing too. (Y/N) was relieved he was laughing, afraid the incident had traumatized him badly.

Back at the farm, panic was settling inn as no one knew were Carl was. “Who was the last to see him?” Rick asked the group. “I saw him after breakfast” Andrea spoke up, she and Carol was comforting Lori, who was having a full blown break down. “He probably went out looking for Sophia alone” All looked to Shane. “I’m mean why else would he suddenly leave”.

“I think your right, but he is still healing from the gun wound, he wouldn’t get far. And if a walker got him, he wouldn’t have much fight in him”.

“My baby!” Lori cried out in agony. “We need to send out search groups, he couldn’t have gone far”. Everyone agreed with Rick. “And with some luck we might find Sophia as well” Daryl nodded at Carol. She smiled back.

The sun had set and the night was creeping closer. (Y/N) had set up an alert system around the small camp they built for the night. Barb wire around them with empty cans tied up. They would rattle if a walker came close and waking them up. It was how (Y/N) had been sleeping every night.

“Go to sleep, I’ll look out for walkers” (Y/N) said leaned back against a tree. She had laid down her sleeping bag that he could use. “I wont fall asleep” Carl complained. “Try”.

“Can you tell me a story” She looked at him weird. “Aren’t you a bit old for fairy tales?”

“Not fairy tales, stories about your life, from before this?” She still looked at him weirdly. “My mom used to tell me stories from her collage days so I could fall asleep when I was younger. Can you please?” When he looked at her with those poppy eyes, (even though it was hard to see with only their small campfire as a light source), who could say no?

“Okay kid, one story than you go to sleep. Deal?” He nodded “What do you want to know?”

“You are engaged right, how was the proposal?” She giggled at the memory but started to tell about the best day of her life:

“Daryl! What are we doing here?” She was a bit frustrated as the redneck pulled her along the streets. It was midday and pretty damn hot. She pulled down her dress skirt as the wind picked up. “Have some patience’ damn woman” She giggled at his bruteness. One of the things she loved about the man, one of many. When they stopped in front of a new bookshop, he could see the hearts in her eyes. “I dint know they opened a new bookshop here!” She exclaimed. “Saw it last night and thought you might like it” Lies. He had known they were opening here for the past month, doing everything in his power to make sure you dint know. They actually had opening night a week ago.

Now it was her turn to drag him along. It surprised her to see the shop empty, seeing as the streets were pretty full. But she didn’t think much of it. Running between shelves after shelves, the one book in hand turning into two, than four and now finally six books. But when she turned around, all the books fell too the floor. Because there before her was her lovely boyfriend, down on one knee with a ring between his fingers. “Oh my god” She whispered into the silent shop. As if on cue, the speakers played her favourite song.

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are the love of my life. And I just want to be your man’ for the rest of your life. And, shit you know I aint’ good with my emotions, but when I’m with ya’ it seems so easy. Shit, I’m messing it all up” He was stumbling over his own words, clearly forgetting a pre-rehearsed speech. “no, please continue” tears were forming in her eyes. “I love ya’ (Y/N), my Sunshine. You book crazy mad woman. I love everything about ya’. So, will ya’ marry me?” He was ready for a rejection, ready to see her walk out of his life forever. But she didn’t.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes” Tears were streaming down her face. He stood up and kissed her. His arm wrapping around her waist, bending her down a bit so he could kiss her more passionately. Like in the movies. They only broke off so he could slip the ring on her finger, it fit her perfectly.

“Did he rent out the bookshop?” Carl asked, clearly very invested. “Yeah, cost him way too much, but he didn’t care. That idiot was never good with money” She giggled at the memories. “What about after, what did you guys do?”

“Nah nah nah, the deal was one story than you go to sleep. I can tell you more tomorrow”. Carl huffed in annoyance but turned around in the sleeping bag. “Good night”

“Good night Carl”.

“Rick, it’s been a whole night! Where is he?” Lori was completely lost; she hadn’t slept all night. To worried about where her son was. “What if his trapped, oh god! What if those walkers got him?”

“We can’t think like that! He is fine. He has to be” Rick did everything he could to try and look confident and comfort his wife, but the worry was eating him up as well. The same thoughts were running through his head as well. Those terrible images of his baby boy being ripped apart by the walkers.

“Okay, open your mouth” Carl did as instruct and tried to catch the berry she threw into his mouth. She missed, but only with an inch! “You suck!” Carl teased her. “Hey! I’m not the one with a tiny mouth!” She teased back. “Alright, lets start walking big man”. He nodded and helped her clean up the camp. “Can I ask a question?” The boy asked as they continued to walk. “Sure”

“What happened between you and your fiancée? Why aren’t you together now?”

She took a deep breath. “When the outbreak happened, we weren’t together. He was off god know where with his brother, probably bailing him out or something-” Carl looked at her questioning, “That’s another story. But yeah, we weren’t together. I was at campus and that turned into a mess, I lots a lot of friends there. Mass panic and everybody evacuated. I and a couple of other students bunkered up a dorm room. Living of the instant noodles and beer we found. That lasted maybe 4 days. So, we left and split off, I wanted to go into the woods, where he would be and the rest wanted to go to back to Atlanta. And since than I have been looking for him. Living in the woods like a mad man.” Tears started to form in her eyes when she relived the horrible times at the campus.

“Sorry I asked”. He looked down. “Its alright” She smiled at him. “What were you studying?”

“Heh, literature. Not much help in the apocalypse, I guess”.

“Than how did you learn to use the bow and hunt?”

“He taught me” She smiled at the memory, and thanked him desperately for teaching her:

“Why do I need to learn this? I live in the city, I will never hunt or live in the woods!” Daryl just scuffed at her and placed the bow he bought in her hands. He had brought her out to the woods after her classes to teach her hunting. “ya’ need to be able to fend for yourself and feed yourself” She just looked him with a raise brow, but eventually gave in. “Fine, fine. Teach me”. A smirk played out on his face, happy with his little victory. Truth be told, he needed to know that you could fend for yourself and be independent, in and out of the city. It eased him at night, in a weird way. “Why cant I learn the crossbow like you?”

“First bow, than crossbow. Alright Sunshine’”

Shoooo! The arrow flew through the air and hit the squirl in the head. “Score!” (Y/N) exclaimed. She fastened the squirrel two her belt, joining the five others she had shot. “We eating good tonight!” Carl looked at the squirrels with a lot of scepticisms. “What? Don’t tell me you’re a picky eater”

“No, it just looks so weird like that” They bickered back and front while they walked in the direction, they thought the farm was inn. They had changed their direction a couple of times, hoping to get closer and see sign of life.

They had spent the entire day walking, and as the night came closer they found a spot to camp up. Carl set up the wires while (Y/N) started a fire to cook the squirrels. While they ate, Carl told her about his family and the people they were in the camp with. “What the hell! You got shot?!”

“Yeah!” Carl had a proud grin on his face, finally having something that made him look cool. “Shit, man your tougher than me if you can bounce back like that”. He laughed and continued to brag about the experience. It was a nice conversation. He talked a bunch about his family, mostly about his dad. Clearly his hero. But than he mentioned a familiar name.

“Wait! Daryl? Daryl with a crossbow?” Carl just nodded. “Does he have a west with angel wings? Brother named Merle?” When Carl nodded again. Tears started to from in her eyes. She was going to be reunited with Daryl, her Daryl. He was alive. That night when Carl finally fell asleep, her mind wandered to all the amazing memories with the man.

It was cold in the room. The window was wide open and letting the moonshine lighting up the small bedroom. (Y/N) and Daryl was huddled together for warmth on the bed. It had been an long night. From a failed date after the place Daryl wanted to take her to was closed, she got catcalled which ended up with her having to drag Daryl of the stranger. And when they got home, he showed her his scars. She was the first romantic partner he had ever shown. The night ended with their naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, while both worked to please the other. It was their first night together, her first night with anyone. When they lied down together basking in the aftermath of their climax, it was one of the happiest times in her life. He wrapped his arms around her and puller her on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her, caressing her back with one hand, the other squeezing her thigh. “I love ya Sunshine”.

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” Carl shook her awake. “What’s happening” She immediately reached for her bow and charged it ahead of her, ready to attack any enemy that threatened them. “I can see the farm!” The night had made it harder to see a head of them, but now that the sun was lighting up the world, they could see the farm a head of them. (Y/N) realised her bow and the breath she was holding. They packed up the camp at record time, both wanting to reach the farm as quickly as possible. The walk over to the farm was quiet. When they reached the outcast of the woods, a voice stopped them from going any further.

“Well, well, well, look at that. Do you guys see this fine piece of ass” A man walked out from behind a tree with a gun raised at them both. Three other guys came out, all with their weapons raised. “Sure do boss. Haven’t seen a woman this fine in what feels like ages. I’m just aching to be inside of her”.

(Y/N) placed herself protectively in front of Carl. “What do you guys want? Our food, weapons? You can have that, just leave us alone” Her voice trembled a little afraid of what they will do to them. “Oh, we don’t need your left overs or those teeth pickers you call knifes, no baby. We want something different” He grabbed his crotch when he said the last part. “Carl, run”.

“What? I cant leave-” “Carl! Run!” One of the guys tackled her down. Holding her down on the ground. “Get the kid” The boss said to the guy closest to Carl. “RUN!” She shouted before her mouth was covered. Carl finally ran away, when the guy ordered to catch him started to run after him.

When he made it out of the forest and ran across the fields to the farm, he started to shout out for help. “MOM! DAD!”.

“Do you guys hear that?” Glenn asked the group as they sat around planning the move for the day. “That’s Carl” Lori ran towards the field and saw her son running across it being chased by a stranger.

“Carl!” All the guys saw it too and started to run to Carl. The guy chasing him, saw the men running towards him and turned around to warn the others. “Carl!” Rick finally got to hug his son after being missing for 3 days. But the hug was cut short when Carl pushed free. “We need to head back, (Y/N), the girl that helped me is back there and the guys are attacking her!” He pulled his fathers hand and started to move back to the woods, but Daryl stopped him.

“(Y/N), as in (Y/N) (L/N)?” When Carl nodded Daryl took off and ran towards the forest. The others followed, but this time Carl was pushed back behind them. When they got closer they could hear her voice yelling for them to get off. They reached the area Daryl did not hesitate to shoot the guys around her, holding her down while the main guy was cutting up her clothes. When she got her hands free, she leaped on the last guy and grabbed her knife they had forgotten to remove from her belt. When he was pushed to the ground she didn’t hesitate to stab him in the chest. She didn’t stop after one, two three or four. Blood splashed on her face and torned shirt. Her hands were covered in blood.

Rick took a step forward, but stepped on a twig that snaped in two. She leaped up and raised the knife up, ready to protect herself against another attacker. But when she saw Daryl standing there, she dropped the knife. Sobs wracked through her body and she took a stumbling step forward. Daryl closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn’t care that she was covered in blood, just happy that she was safe. She was alive.

Her knees buckled and she fell down, taking him with her. They were both on their knees holding each other and crying into each other’s necks. Right now, nobody else mattered. Not Rick, Glenn or Shane who was staring at the scene in front of them. Not the bodies of her attackers lying around them. No one. Only them as they held each other for the first time. It seemed as Carl had led her back to her family just as much as she had helped him back to his.

A/N: Part 2 is out! You can read it here : Part 2

Please ignore any spelling mistakes as English is not my first language :) 

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For the fic title thing: Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling

Make Up Your Mind (this seriously got away from me and became basically a whole string of conscious fic whoops)

Logince, Bakery/coffeeshop AU Mutual Pining/ Not-Actually-Unrequited love, + loceit friendship

So Janus owns a Bakery (struggling to think of a snake/lie based bread pun for the name but ehh). He is the head only baker and sends most of his time in the basement kitchen blasting the phantom of the opera soundtrack and kneading dough. 

Logan is his childhood friend. Janus hired him as cashier after Logan dropped out of collage but then he never left and is now basically manager/ accountant/ hbic of this whole operation.

So one night as Janus is leaving he’s casually like: ‘oh by the way, a couple are coming by tomorrow for a wedding cake consultation’

And Logan blocks the door and is like: ‘Janus. We don’t do wedding cakes. We don’t even do cake. You only make weird artisanal bread. it took me 6 months and 8 powerpoint presentations to convince you to sell banana loaf’

Jan, his eye enormous: ‘but Logan, you should have heard this guy on the phone. They only want to use LGBTQ businesses for their wedding, they want to support the community that’s supported them for so long. He spoke so passionately and eloquently about why it just had to be us I couldn't say no’

Logan, his eyes not enormous: did you tell this man we make wedding cakes just to make the phone conversation end?

Janus: I was going to miss the murder, she wrote marathon, Logan 

So Jan manages to escape, and Logan rolls his eyes but like. This is nowhere near the worst ‘cleaning up after Janus lied to get out of a situation and made everything more complicated for no goddamm reason’ incident that he has had to deal with during the course of their friendship so, whatever: he can tell the couple there was a miscommunication when they show up in the morning. 

Next day, the guys arrive. Virgil, who barley introduces himself and then stays hunched in his hoodie not speaking for the whole meeting, and Roman. 

Roman does not have a problem speaking. Roman has lots of ideas.

Roman has a binder. 

Somehow in the course of this conversation Logan goes from ‘we don’t make wedding cakes’ to ‘I’LL SHOW YOU, WE’LL MAKE THE BEST GODDAMM WEDDING CAKE THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN’

Maybe it was the passion of Romans argument. Maybe it was the slightly disdainful look on his face when he looked round the shop. Maybe it was the ridiculous amount of money he was prepared to pay (see: Janus insists on only making specific, weird bread as to why the shop’s always on the brink of collapse). Maybe it was the power of the binder (Logan is like 80% sure Roman hit him with the binder at one point). Maybe its just Logan hasn't had a full blown passionate argument like that since high school debate club and the rush of adrenaline made him dumb.

Whatever the reason - they’re now fully committed to making this 6 tier, purple and blue, Disney inspired, multiflavoured wedding cake

(Janus, who skipped out on the meeting because he is Like That: But Logan....we don’t make wedding cakes...this was really irresponsible of you...

 Logan: I know where you sleep. I could kill you at any time) 

Which would be doable (the weddings a while off, and Logan is ready to RESEARCH) except Roman keeps. Coming. Back. 

With new ideas. And tweaks. And suggestions. All of them seemingly designed to make the cake less structurally sound. 

Basically every time he comes in they end up having a blazing row, first about Romans inability to make up his mind about the cake and then about...literally everything. One time they spent 25 minuets arguing about whether or not Shakespeare wrote all of his plays, which somehow turns into ‘who was the best host of blues clues?’ which then turned  into ‘how would nationalised healthcare best be implemented?’ (the loudest arguments were during the blues clues section).Logan had even fewer customers then normal that day.

(Logan: I hate that guy so much! He shows up at 2pm every day and now my blood pressure has started going up at 1.55pm in anticipation of the fight! He’s causing me actual medical distress because he’s so stupid!

Janus:...you’ve memorised some guys schedule and your heart starts racing whenever you see him?

Logan: yes! because he is my enemy!

Janus:...

Janus: mmKay.)

ANYway, one day Roman turns up and is like: Can’t fight today. Need caffeine. Must Study. and sequesters himself on one of their two rinky dink tables and starts pulling enormous textbooks out of his bag. Turns out Roman is in law school, he’s back home for the whole summer to help with wedding prep and has been neglecting his summer reading. He wants to be an environmental lawyer and, ideally, singly handily prosecute every oil company and give a speech at the UN whilst wearing an immaculately fitted Italian suit. 

Logan has a panicked moment of OH NO HE’S SMART (he doesn't need an oh no he’s hot moment because Roman’s been hot the whole time). Very carefully he does not think about how upset hearing Roman mention the wedding again made him feel, and then shares a bit about his own anxiety during college which led to him dropping out.

Roman says degree or no degree its obvious Logan is one of the smartest, most capable people Romans ever met.

Cue: blushing, stammering, Logan standing up to quickly and knocking half a pot of coffee over etc etc all that good fluff. 

And after that their conversations are less confrontational (although they still debate like. everything.) and more friendly.

They have one (1) more conversation about the wedding wherein Roman apologises for being so stressed and snappy over all the preparation stuff but he just wants everything to be perfect for Virgil. (Logan, awkwardly: you must love him a lot. Roman, himbo-ly: Yeah!) aaand then Logan changes the subject to the best rhyming structure because Romans big sappy grin is making his heart do awful twisty things-

And eventually, Roman asks Logan to go out with him outside the bakery.

Logan: hahaha this is friendship, we are great friends, we are going out as friends. I am not going on a date with a man with a fiancé because that would be the actions of a crazy person.

 So they go on their date. It’s amazing. Roman leans in for a kiss at the end and Logan is delighted!

And then devastated.

He pushes Roman away, yells some creative insult (malodorous centurion?) and flees. Spends the next week basically hiding in the kitchen area, refusing to see any customers and working on the wedding cake.

(which is looking perfect by the way)

So after a week of Logan moping round the kitchen Janus finally blocks the door to stop him leaving and demand he tells him what the hell is wrong. And after a few minuets of filibustering Logan ends up telling him everything.

“In any case, the very fact that he is the kind of man who would cheat on his fiancé means he’s not the kind of man I thought he was. Therefore any alleged feelings I may have developed towards him would now be null and void” says Logan, looking like the worlds sadist accountant

Janus: So...wait. You’re saying wedding cake guy and hot lawyer guy are the same person?

(Logan: you need to come out of the basement more often Janus: YOU need to tell me what’s going on in your life more often. (they have had this conversation many times in the past))

So Janus sincerely tells Logan he’s sorry...and that he’s even more sorry that he needs him to help him deliver the cake to the venue tomorrow.

(this thing is way to big for one person to carry and there’s no way Jan would trust any of their occasional teenage cover staff to do this and ‘we’ll go round the back and you wont have to see anyone anyway comon Lo’ you basically built this monstrosity you should see it home)

So, reluctantly, Logan goes. And they go round the back as promised, and get this enormous cake settled, and then get told to wait there one sec cus one of the grooms is going to come sign for it and before Logan can throw himself out of the widow (get OFF me Janus we’re on the ground floor it’s FINE)  from behind them they hear squeeing.

There’s a curly haired dude in a pastel blue linen suit who Logan has never seen before in his life looking at the cake and cooing over ‘all the little details! its perfect! oh Virgil is going to love this! You know he was so embarrassed about asking for a Disney themed cake he had to ask Roman to go with him to -”

“Who ARE you?”

The man blinked at Logan, who realised dimly that he still had one foot up on the windowsill and slowly returned it to the floor. 

“I’m Patton” said Patton.

“And I’m Janus” said Janus, removing his arms from where they’d still been clamped around Logan’s waist and stepping smoothly towards Patton, clipboard held aloft “A pleasure to meet you, if you could just sign here...”

“BUT-” Patton paused, hand still raised to accept the clipboard, and looked over again at Logan who found himself mumbling:  “but - but the groom is supposed to sign for it?”

And Patton just smiled at him looking a bit bemused and goes ‘I am the groom? And who are you kiddo?”

Logan says he’s Logan. Patton suddenly looks a whole lot less friendly. 

“Oh.” says Patton. “You.”

And since Logan’s mind is currently refusing to take in the information in front of him Janus is the one who ends up stepping in between them and going “so just for 100% transparency - you are Patton. 

“yes?”

“and today you are marrying the love of your life: Virgil?”

“Yes!”

“And are either of you, at any point today, also planning on marrying one Roman Sanders, caffeine addict and terrible communicator?”

And Paton burst out laughing and says “ROMAN? Virgil’s big brother Roman? He’s my best man but I don’t think we’re planning to take it any further...”. And because Patton is apparently much quicker on the emotional uptake than Logan he gives him a vey soft, if slightly exasperated, look and says:

“Roman - who again, is my future brother-in-law- is helping set up in the main hall.”

And Logan likes to think he said thank you before he took off fucking RUNNING through the building but he can’t be sure.

So he gets to the hall, where a load of people are setting out chairs, putting up flowers etc,  and skids to a stop at one end of the aisle. Shouts: “ROMAN.” (Roman and Virgil, who were standing at the other end arguing over a flower arrangements, both look up) “YOU’RE NOT MARRYING YOUR BROTHER.”

“um.” Says Roman “No?”

Explanations are given. Virgil, who is a lot more talkative now that he’s not on 7th wedding appointment of the day burn out, is ready to physically fight Logan for breaking his brothers heart. And then once he understands the full story is ready to kill both of them for being such dumbasses.

Roman: But I s2g I told the guy on the phone that it was the groom and best man coming??? Logan: Yeah he might have lied and said you were a couple for a joke, or he may have just straight up not listened to you. Either way, he is just Like That.

Logan: WHY DID YOU NEVER MENTION VIRGIL WAS YOUR BORTHER?? Roman: I WAS TRYING TO GET TO KNOW YOU AND ALSO SEDUCE YOU WHY WOULD I WASTE TIME TALKING ABOUT MY LITTLE BROTHER??? Virgil: Yeah...he does like talking about himself, sorry he’s just  Like That.

Anyway it all ends fluffily, Patton and Virgil get married. Roman cries. Logan and Jan hang around for the wedding. Roman and Logan hold hands throughout the speeches and dance during the reception. Roman has to go back to law school soon but they agree to call each other every day at 2pm to catch up and argue. 

Janus gets off with the moustachioed DJ. 

And Roman and Logan get another chance at their first kiss.

[straykidsworldwild]

Duskwood

Phil Hawkins x MC

Part 1 : MC is having a horrible, horrible day and she goes to the Aurora to have a drink.

(⚠️Sad. Some swearing ⚠️)

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Heyy guys!! Here's a little Phil Hawkins one shot part 1 because there's not enough Duskwood imagines 🙈

(pictures aren't mines but I made the collage and the character aren't mines. All rights go to Duskwood creators and owners of the pics.)

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My day was total crap... I don't believe I've had such a horrible day before. Or at least, not for a long time... It feels like everything is falling apart little by little. Like nothing is meant to go normally. I woke up like any other day, and yet, it feels like I woke up in a chaotic world where everything is meant to go wrong... Since that call, everything is going downhill...

The night has fallen which means I have officially done my day. It felt like forever... Like I am in an endless loop... And since I was meant to do the closing, my day felt even longer than usual. I just finished cleaning the little restaurant I worked at and closed it. It's not a job I would want to do my whole life, even though it is nice to work in a restaurant, but I need money to pay for my college study. My mom is helping pay for them, but I'm trying to pay as much as I can on my own. Anyway... I am walking in the streets of Duskwood which are beamed by the streetlights. It is surprisingly emptier than usual. I guess it's due to the rain... Like my day wasn't cloudy enough already... I think I need a break... Yeah... I need a drink...

I walk toward a familiar building, some greenish-blueish light lightening the area. Aurora... The famous bar of Duskwood owned by my best friend's brother. I've rarely been there alone... Usually I go with the rest of the group. But I really need... Ugh... Maybe I should just go home? Isn't it too late to go there anyway? Ugh... I'm asking myself too many questions. I guess a drink really won't hurt. I reach the door before falling face to face with a sign. CLOSED. Great... I sigh disappointed as I am standing under the rain. Oh... But he is still here. Through the window, I can see a familiar figure cleaning the place. Oh well, I'm neither here nor there... I lift my hand and knock on the door of the bar. The man turned around as I got his attention. I cross my arms over my chest and notice that the rain has already soaked my hair and my vest. I must look awful... The man comes up to the door and opens it for me.

- Gorgeous! Come in before you catch a cold, tells me, the man, using that nickname he always does. I don't know why he does it... I never heard him calling other girls like this. Well, he does use pet names but not this specific one. I step in the bar and he closes the door behind me. You know I love you very much but I'm about to close so... He begins to tell me with his famous smirk despite the little fatigue I can see on his face. His hair is held up in a bun as he usually does when he works. He is wearing a white shirt, letting his huge tattoo on his neck appear, and a black trousers. By the sight of his eyes, I can tell he had a long day too...

- I just need one drink, Phil, I simply answer to my friend. My voice sounded so... Tired and flat. Phil looks at me with a slight surprise, losing slowly his smile. I guess the sound of my voice surprised him. Please... I plead to him with the same tone.

- I would never say "no" to my favorite customer, would I? He answers with a smirk. I faintly smile back at him, happy that finally something goes well. For now... He could have said "no". The two of us walk over to the bar and I sit on a stool while he goes behind the counter. We're alone in the bar since he was about to close so it's pretty quiet. The usual I guess, he tells me with his deep and calm voice.

- Actually... Whiskey. Pure, I reply, stopping him in his momentum. Phil looks back at me for a second, processing my words.

- Wow, I knew you had that wild part in you, Gorgeous, but I didn't think I would ever see it, he tells me with a surprised tone again. Yet, he doesn't seem to dislike it. Phil gets two glasses and he pours a little bit of the beverage in the glasses.

- A little more, please... I tell him with the same flat and tired voice. I stop myself from letting a long sigh out. Again, I feel his eyes burning me before he pours a little more alcohol. Thanks, I thank him.

- On the house, he tells me, leaning against the counter as he raises his glass. I was about to retort but he gave me a look, telling me he won't change his mind.

- Double thanks, I thank him again, clinking my glass with him before taking a sip. Argh... That tastes awful! I can feel the liquid burning my throat.

- So... I know I act like I am very happy to see you, which is the case, don't get me wrong, Gorgeous, he begins to tell me before rapidly correcting himself. But I also see that you're not fine, MC, Oh... I look down as I take a deep breath in. It must not be very hard to see I had a bad day then... Usually I can hide it pretty well... But right now. It's too deep, too much. I'm not even sure "bad" is a strong enough word to describe how crappy my day was. What's wrong? He asks me, sounding calm, gentle and interested, yet, with a point of concern.

- I'm okay, Phil, I softly respond to my friend while slowly shaking my head negatively.

- Mmh... This "I'm okay" sounded more like a "I'm-not-okay-but-I-am-putting-a-brave-face-on". Like a hidden call for help, he tells me gently, yet, seriously. His deep voice is just so... Irresistible, and always so calm. Who could resist it? Well... I guess at this moment I can. My mind is too bothered and busy right now. I crack a very faint smile before looking down at my glass again. I take a sip of it and lightly grimace to the taste of the drink. Who hurt you? He asks me seriously as he takes a cigarette and the lighter. Who… Why someone and not something?

- It's not about me, I respond in a whisper, lying to him. I hate talking about myself when I'm down. I don't want to bother people with my problems... I don't want to be the one to bring negative vibes. Oh no... I turn lightly my head to the side as I feel the tears coming up. I need a break... I need to break.

- Lie, he simply says. I don't look at him and I don't contradict him either. What happened? He asks again with seriousness, not letting this subject aside. I don't answer again. I can feel a lump in my throat. The tears are thick in my eyes and threatening to fall at any time now. MC, talk to me. I'm not here to judge you or... I hide my face even more as I can't stop myself from grimacing sadly. I can't take it... I let a sob out accidentally as if my body is talking for myself. I want to scream. But I can't... MC... He calls me with concern. Phil puts down his cigarette and walks around the counter to join my sides. I don't move and keep my back to him. I hate when people see me crying... Phil puts his hand on my shoulder so I could face him but I push it away, not too harshly, but not too gently either. I let another sob out as I closed my eyes. The tears are so thick and warm... There's so much emotion in them. They roll down my cheeks regularly, evacuating my pain. Without saying a word, I feel a pair of arms holding me. A chest lays against my back. My hair was all wet... His shirt must be wet too by now. It's okay, MC, I hear him whispering. I should push him away. I know how Phil is with girls... Isn't it too easy to cry in front of him and him then being too nice? I know he is my friend and my best friend's brother, but... God, I'm lost. Usually I go to Jessy or I call her. But I came here... Why? Ugh...

- I'm sorry... I whisper shakily through my sobs. I came for a drink and I ended up breaking in front of him...

- No, it's okay. Get it out, he says with a comforting and calm tone. It actually sounds weird coming from him... I know Phil for a few years and he was never like this. I mean, he is always calm but caring like this? That's rare... More than rare. Long minutes later, I slowly calm down. I am still breathing lightly shakily but I'm not sobbing anymore. Only a few tears here and there stream down my eyes. I take a deep breath in and out before wiping my cheeks. I don't remember when was the last time I cried this much... It hurts. It hurts so much. I accumulated too much. I didn't break when mom told me about my uncle's death… I guess I didn't realize what was real and happening at the moment… Or I didn't want to believe it… That built up on my nerves and… This is the result. Slowly, I pull myself away from Phil who didn't let go of me one second. I turn around to face him, but avoid his eyes. Like I thought, the top of his shirt is all wet, letting his tattoos appear a little more on his chest. I'm still confused about what just happened... That's not me to cry in front of people like this... And that's definitely not the Phil I know. Tell me what's wrong, Gorgeous, he says seriously, still wanting to know what got me in such a state. He never gives up...

- Everything, I answer back, my voice lightly breaking. I wipe my cheeks again as I clear my throat. To begin with, when I woke up this morning, I learned that my uncle had passed away during the night. He drove a truck from a country to another and... I explain to him, confessing the terrible news that started this awful day of mine. However, I couldn't bring myself to finish my sentence. I bring my hand over my heart and press on it as if it would take the pain away. Since the call... Just saying those words hurts just as much as saying them in my head. If not more...

- I'm sorry to hear that, he apologizes sincerely.

- Me too... Thanks... But that's not it, I thank him with a sad tone before lightly sniffling. After receiving my mom's call to tell me this awful news, I went to work today because I couldn't stay home. I needed to get my mind busy and to... Not think about the incident, I confess as I feel a new tear rolling down my cheek. My uncle and I were close, you know? He kind of raised me with my mom since my dad left her when she told him about me, I admit to the boy. I watch Phil frowning as he discovers a part of my life that I don't usually bring up. Why am I telling him all of this? It's not like he cares anyway... Does he? Anyway, to continue this unpleasant day, I had the pleasure to meet very unpleasant and rude customers all day long. Like this one call wasn't enough already... One of the customers said that they didn't want me as their waitress because I've got curves, some others telling me I was too long when in reality I just walked away from their table, a couple literally told me I gave them the wrong command and threw their drinks at me, and another one insulted me because there wasn't anymore sandwich like he wanted, I tell him all of this in just one single breath. Yet, you could hear how tired and hurt I am right now. I guess the death of my uncle adding this unnecessary crap was just too much at once. And to add more, my boss is cutting half my pay off because I accidentally broke a cup... A damn cup! Can this day get any worse? I finish to say as I look away, letting a heavy and shaky sight out as another tear rolls down my face. My hand is still over my heart as if I am protecting it all while trying to reject all negative emotions. Suddenly, two fingers softly come grabbing my chin and force me to lift my head up.

- Your boss is a dick, MC. Always have been, always will be, he tells me, the sound of those words sounding familiar. How many times did he already say this to me? I stopped counting... But I should listen, he is right. And f**k those customers. They're not happy? Tell them to go to another restaurant, he responds seriously. His deep voice sounds so calm despite the upset look he has on his face. Am I upsetting him or is he upset because of what happened to me today?

- Right, I kind of need to keep my job despite everything. But you can go tell them that, I respond with a small scoff, yet, trying to use sarcasm.

- Sure, give me names and faces and I'll find them, he replies playfully, yet a point of seriousness heard in his voice. I smile to his answer, appreciating his concern and protectiveness. Though, I never thought it would ever happen one day. Phil is... Not the last person I'd go to to talk but definitely not the first one either... Usually. I look away again and lightly sniffle. Phil wipes some of my tears away. His hands are so soft... It's weird. I've never seen you cry before, he whispers. I look back up at him, watching him slightly frowning. That's true... Not sure a lot of people saw me crying before either... Not even Jessy. I weakly nod before shrugging.

- How does it feel to watch a girl crying in front of you? I reply slightly playfully. Jessy's brother grabs something on the other side of the counter before handing it to me. Tissues... I take them from his hand, thanking him.

- It's painful. When it's you... It's different... Painful, he responds, taking his cigarette again. Oh... I wasn't waiting for an answer like this one. I was waiting for him to say "Can you just stop thinking for a moment?" Or "Stop crying over so little"... But none of that. I watch Phil blowing some smoke, making sure it doesn't go in my face.

- Is the womanizer Phillip Hawkins starting to be an emotional guy? I question him with a playful tone, cracking a smile. I think it's the first time today that I cracked a smile. A real one, I mean.

- No, he's the same dick, he answers, shaking his head left to right while chuckling. Oh... Of course. That would have been too surreal. I'm not going to lie, Phil is a good looking guy. His long hair, his tattoos looking so cool, his piercing, the way he dresses, his voice,... Just the way he is is attractive. The sound of his chuckle runs through my body.

- He admits it, I reply as I feel myself smiling more and more as the tears are coming to a stop. Prove it, I tell him with a daring tone. Phil leans against the counter, smirking.

- Wanna stay with me, tonight? At my place. The bed is comfy and big enough for us two, he proposes seriously to me, a point of flirt in his voice. I know he is being serious. I can hear it in his voice. And that look of his... I know girls don't refuse him generally. But I'm not them. And I don't want to end up in his bed just for one night and then nothing. That's not me... That's not who I am. That's not what I want. He can be incredibly good looking and just be his amazing self, I'll still refuse.

- I don't do one night stands, Phil, I remind him seriously.

- I know... He replies, a slight hidden note of his tone telling me he is disappointed. It's no secret that Phil has been liking me for a while. He has tried to ask me a few times before but I declined them all for... Obvious reasons. Let's do two then, he suddenly says, half joking, half serious.

- Phil! I exclaim as I chuckle.

- It's okay. I'll accept even three nights. Or more. I won't mind, Gorgeous, he continues to say, but I can tell he is joking this time. I softly laugh while shaking my head. There's that smile I love, he states, sounding satisfied with himself for making me smile. Honestly, Gorgeous, don't mind those idiots. Don't let them get to you, he advises me seriously as he finishes his whiskey.

- I don't usually. But I thought going to work was going to help me forget that awful news for a moment. I went there hoping to clear my head. I guess it was just too much today and I needed to break. Sorry it had to be you watching me like this, I answer and apologize to the boy as I take a sip of my drink. Ugh... It's the last time I take Whiskey... I lightly grimace and put the glass down.

- I'm not. If you ever have a bad day again and feel the need to talk, don't hesitate knocking on my door. Even if it's closed. It's always open for you, he tells me seriously and sincerely. Honestly, I haven't met that guy before... Where's the Phil I know?

- Thanks, Phil, I thank him before stepping down the stool. I step up twice and take him in my arms. The man envelops me back in a warm embrace, running softly his hand on my back. I pull my head away and place a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. And before you think of anything spicy, that kiss on the cheek is the farthest you'll ever have, I rapidly tell him, a point of warning in my voice, yet, using a playful tone.

- You're definitely killing me with kindness, MC. My poor heart pays dearly, he tells me with a frustrated tone before I watch him taking my glass of Whiskey. Oh... He winks and takes a sip from it. Oh yeah, drink that thing... I don't like it anyway. And I think he noticed it...

- Moh, maybe one of those girls coming here could put a bandage on it to heal it, I say with some sarcasm, yet, with some dislike heard into it. I always hated that those girls could "help" him... I mean, what do they have? What does he see in them? Before anything said, no, I'm not jealous... I just don't like him with other girls...

- They could. But will it be worth it? He answers while nodding before taking his cigarette and blowing so smoke away.

- You tell me. You're the one who can't resist "beautiful women", I reply to the man, stating his own words. Phil smiles and chuckles lightly to my comment.

- They can definitely help at a low point, he answers, agreeing. Right... Wait, at a low point?

- At a low point? What do you mean? I ask him with a confused tone.

- I can sleep with every woman that wants me. But, in the end, it will never mean anything like... Like when you're with me, he suddenly tells me, lowering his head lightly. His smile disappeared, showing seriousness. Did I hear him right? Did he just say those words? I stare at the man, confused and speechless. Me? Why...? Since when...? Ugh... He had a few drinks today, didn't he? Phil looks back up at me, but his eyes give a quick look at my lips.

- I'm sorry. I'm trying but... Are those words really coming from you or... Did you have any drinks before? I demand him seriously, yet, with a playful tone to keep a cool atmosphere. Arguing with him is the last thing I want. Phil cracks a smile but it doesn't stay long.

- I know I play a lot around with different girls. I know what you think of me. I'm a f**k boy. And I know I tried several times to get a night with you. But... It's not just a night that I want and you don't seem to see that, he replies, not denying who he is but also kind of reproaching me to not open my eyes about him. Well… How could I? If he doesn't tell me, I only see things the way I see them... I nod positively before looking down. Why do I feel a little sorry suddenly? I shouldn't... There's something different with you, MC. You're different. From all the others. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to dirty you. I don't want to play with you. I don't want to break you, he tells me gently and seriously. I slowly look back up at him and notice how close he is to me. Was he that close to me before? I can feel my heart beating like crazy down my chest. It's wrong... It feels right, but it's wrong. I know it...

- Phil... I gently whisper his name as I a look down again.

- I love you, MC, he interrupts me with his calm and deep voice. What...? I stare at him with wide eyes, surprised by the words I just heard. I didn't even know he knew how to say them… Especially while sounding sincere. He meant those words. I love you like I have never loved a woman before. And I'm not talking about loving the "pretty woman" that you are. No, I mean... He sighs. You're pretty. You're more than pretty. You're prettier than all of those girls and I am not talking just about the way you look. I just... Again, I hear Phil sighing. Despite the fast that he stays calm, I can sense some nervousness coming from him which is unusual. Phil is never nervous, especially around a woman. He is the exact opposite actually. He is pretty confident about himself. He talks easily, flirts easily… You're not a price I want to win or a pride to have f**ked in bed. You have this thing that the others don't have. You're special, he says with the same calm and slight nervous tone. Phil looks straight before him as he blows some smoke. Special... He noticed this little thing in me, which I didn't know I had…

- You really noticed that small thing in me? Because, honestly, I'm everything but special. I can assure you, I demand and tell him with a point of shiness. Wow... I didn't think I would have sounded so shy all of a sudden...

- I told you. I love you. And you know those words don't come out of my mouth easily. Actually, I don't think I ever said them to someone before, he replies seriously and gently before taking a last blow and putting out his cigarette. I stare at him, not really knowing how to react. I mean, of course it does make me feel something. There's... There are those butterflies flying in my belly. My heart is racing and my cheeks feel a little warm... Maybe a little more than a little, actually. I know I feel something for him. I can't deny it… But there's still things in the way...

- Honestly, I'm discovering another man right now. Why don't you show this side of yours to people? Pride? Male ego? I demand him with a small confused tone, yet curious.

- I am who I am, he simply answers.

- Mmh... Well, I like this Phil better, I answer him as I crack a smile. Phil looks at me and his serious face turns into a smiling one again.

- So, would you go out one night? Or during a lunch break? He proposes to me, hope heard in his voice. Oh... Well... I know your days are long and I work at night too so it'll be short but... He tells me gently, reminding us of our busy lives. Right, there's not a lot of moments where we can meet… But do I want to meet him like this? I mean, yes, I want to but… Do I want to get in something like this? In an uncertain relationship where I'll fear he goes to see someone else to distract himself from me? Despite this side of him, he is still Phil in the end...

- If you do this to only get me in your bed... I whisper, interrupting him. I hope it's not a plan of his to get me in his bed... That'll be the worst thing he could do... Especially as being my friend first...

- I do this to win your heart. As cheesy as it sounded... Nothing more, he tells me seriously, staring into my eyes. Speechless, I stare at him as well. For once in my life, I just want to do right. Especially with you… For you… Because of you... But it's only if you want to, he responds sincerely to me, looking serious. It's actually a little disturbing. Phil has always had respect for everyone, including me. He always respected that I didn't want a one time thing… What changed?

- I don't know, I whisper, confused by the situation. It's not that I don't want to be with him nor that I don't like him. On the contrary. I love Phil. But... There's few things in the way...

- Because of my past with women? He asks me, sounding really confused that I won't accept. I'm certainly the only woman telling him "no". Especially after a few tries.

- Yes... And because of my insecure self. Look at you and look at me. You own an amazing bar, I work as a waitress with a crappy boss. You look cool and get well and easily along with people, I look like that discreet and shy girl who is nothing more than being awkward. And you're my best friend's brother. And there's the age gap, which is the least that bothers me, I tell him everything that I thought on why I don't say "yes" to him. I mean... I think he can understand where I'm coming from. I hope... I don't want to lose a friend, in a way, just because of that...

- You're perfect the way you are, MC. Nobody will take that thought out of my mind, he states seriously. I notice how his eyes are alternating from my own to my lips. They keep going up and down. He seems eager...

- Right... You said it, not me, I say with a disbelieving tone, yet a playful one while I giggle. A small smile comes on my face which keeps growing more and more. I'm not going to lie, but hearing him saying those words do something inside me.

- And I believe it, he says while nodding. He does... I stare at him for a moment, the two of us plunge into a deep silence. It's not awkward... It's intense, but not awkward. I'm just so not confident with myself. What if he is playing me? And what if he is not? Ugh… I should let go sometimes... Really... I could open doors I didn't even think I had the key of.

- Tomorrow. Meet me for lunch if you're free. We can start there to see how it goes, I propose to the man which, I notice, makes him smile instantly.

- Is it a date? He asks with a smirk. Well...

- I'm not sure... Maybe... We'll see, I reply unsure, yet, smirking back at him. Yes, I'm entering his game easily... Was it right? Though, we could hear this point of shyness in my voice.

- Will I get to finally kiss you? He then asks, slowly getting even more closer to me. Oh... I can feel my heart racing a little more, hearing it beat in my ears. He's making me so nervous… Kiss me… Is that all he wants?

- Phil... I whisper his name, annoyed, as I lightly title my head on the side.

- What? I showed you a part of me, doesn't mean the other one is gone, he answers with a not so innocent tone, still smirking at me. I keep staring at him a little annoyed despite the amused smile on my face. Alright, just lunch, he says, agreeing. I nod back positively. And a hug? He rapidly asks.

- A hug? I ask, surprised and confused. Phil winks at me. I can see he is waiting for an actual answer. Oh well... Sure. Whatever. I've got to go home. It's getting late, I agree before standing up from the stool. I didn't think but, when I stood up, my face got so close to his. At this moment, when my eyes met his, it was as if the time had stopped for a second. Slow motion. It was like I couldn't remember what reality looked like. I feel my cheeks starting to burn before I look down to hide my certainly blushing face from him. Why did I have to happen to have a crush on him? Why him? Why does he make me feel this way? I clear my throat quietly and start walking towards the door.

- Be careful on your way home. Tell me once you're there, he tells me as he follows me behind.

- I will, I reply. I was about to open the door when his hand grabbed the handle first. My fingers brushed his. I retrieve my hand and let him open the door for me. Still with my cheek lightly burning from previously, I manage to cross sight with his eyes and smile at him. Thanks for the night, the drink, holding me when I cried, and for listening to me, Phil, I thank him sincerely as I weakly nod to the man.

- You're very welcome, Gorgeous, he responds with his deep and calm voice while smiling back at him. That damn smile... Goodnight, MC, he wishes me softly.

- Goodnight, Phil, I wish him back. The two of us exchange one last look and smile before I walk out of his bar. I put my hands in my pockets and walk home.

I'm not sure what exactly happened there... I went to the bar to have a drink to relax and take my mind off and I ended up with Phil holding me when I broke down and accepting to have lunch together. Will it be a date? Will it actually go somewhere? Was he being serious? So many questions burning my mind... I will see how tomorrow goes. I'll have so much to do tomorrow, anyway... Mom is certainly going to call me for the funerals, my work is going to be tiring as always, and the lunch with Phil... I wonder what Jessy will say if she knew that her brother and I are going on a... Lunch? Date? Whatever it's called... Will she be okay with... What we're doing? Will she mind if I go out with her brother? Ugh, why do I already think of things like this? I'm not there yet... Anyway... I think I just need some sleep right now, nothing more. If I manage to actually fall asleep once I'll be home and in my bed… It promises to be a long night...

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Something Domestic

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: You never thought your life to be grand, but you never saw as absolutely terrible either. You were always happy with the things you had, but the one thing that you always wanted was to find love. Little do you know love is just two steps away, and across the hall.

Square Filled: Neighbor AU @marvelfluffbingo

Warnings: super cute fluff, anxious Bucky, shy reader, slight smut, implied smut, slight angst 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3573

A/N: This originally was going to be a platonic Sebastian Stan x reader fic, but I got inspired to do something else. I was somewhat inspired by a TikTok POV called Two Lost Souls by hlovesmarvelpov which is where I got the idea to write what life was like for Bucky in Romania. I want to give credit to @nix-akimbo whose art I used in the collage for this story. Pics are linked here, here, and here. Other images we're found off of Pinterest, but the collage is mine made on Canva. Everything in italics is 3rd person POV of Bucky’s thoughts. This is not beta read, so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

I never knew where life would lead me. I knew I wasn’t going to find something to do to make me rich. All I really wanted was to find a good job that paid me enough to get by. Living in Romania was an absolute dream. It was so beautiful, and it was always so interesting. Everyday felt like a new adventure. At the market you never knew who was gonna show up, or what was going to happen.

One day while at the market, just shopping for some fresh produce to restock my apartment with for the week, I saw an interesting looking man. I had never seen him before, and he definitely didn’t look like he was from around here. Something about him drew me in, but I was too shy to approach him to say hello.

I was definitely at that age where I was ready to look for mister right, and finally settle down. I seemed to have met every guy in this city, and none of them were to my liking. They all seemed very bold, manly, and had egos bigger than some of the buildings. That wasn’t really something I was looking for, and to be fair it was probably just part of their personalities, no judgement there.

There was something about this stranger though that was different. Yes, he was very handsome and buff, but he looked very shy and reserved. Not something I was used to, and that probably contributed to why I was so attracted.

He seemingly glanced my way, and I turned to look away. I knew I must have been staring and I felt awkward about that. So, I quickly finished up my shopping and ran home. I really hoped though that I didn’t make him think that I found him creepy. Damn my shyness, and anxiety.

It had been a few days since I saw the stranger at the market. I was walking down the street to my office when I happened to pass him by. He seemed to pause his gaze for a quick second before looking away. I walked past him at a decent pace, hoping he would make the first move to say hi, but alas, he did not.

The week went by, and it came time for me to head back to the market to restock my produce for the week. I ended my shopping spree and turned to head home when I ran right into someone's very muscular chest. I almost fell back when the person grabbed my arm, catching me.

“Are you okay, miss?” The person asked, speaking Romanian.

“I am fine thank you.” I looked at the person, and it was the stranger I saw last week.

“You’re welcome. Sorry I knocked you over.”

“Please, don’t apologize. I was the one who bumped into you.”

“At least allow me to help you carry your groceries home.”

I nodded and handed him a bag. He gestured for me to start walking, and I led him to my apartment complex. “My place is a bit messy, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over to see it.” I said, going to unlock the door.

“Don’t apologize, I won’t go in if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I feel bad having you follow me all this way, and not even offer you a snack or something.”

“You’re too sweet. I’m okay, doll. I’ll stay out here. It also wasn’t too out of the way for me.”

“Are you sure?” I reached my hand out to take the bag he was holding.

“I’m sure,” he handed me the bag and turned to walk away, “and if you need me, I live just across the hall.” He walked over, unlocking his door, and opening it.

I almost fell back in shock. How did I not know this man lived across the hall from me? I surely would have seen him walking out. He turned and smiled at me before walking into his apartment. I tried not to look shocked, but all this time I had no idea he was living just 5 steps away. 

I close my door quickly and go to put my produce away. I tried to keep the stranger off my mind, but that seemed like an impossible task. Then, I thought of the perfect idea, I would invite him over for dinner. I wanted to get to know him, I needed to. Put all these wandering thoughts to rest.

I made us a lovely dinner of chicken and potatoes. I set everything up to look somewhat nice, and go to knock on his door. When I went to open my door to walk out, he was standing there ready to knock on my door.

He had a bouquet of different assorted flowers. I give him a small, shy smile as he hands them to me. I, of course, take them and find a vase to put them in. As I put them in the water, I look over at him, and he looks kind of sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you expecting someone? I didn’t mean to come off straight forward. I just-”

“I wasn’t technically. I was going to ask you if you wanted to join me for dinner?”

“Really?” He perked up, and I nodded my head, “I was going to ask you the same thing. A home cooked meal sounds better than one you can get at any restaurant.” He chuckled.

We sat down, and talked for hours. He avoided some of the questions I asked him, but I wasn’t going to push him for answers if he didn’t want to answer them yet. We laughed, joked, and just enjoyed each other’s company. 

“I realised that I never asked for your name, doll.” He spoke up.

“My name is Y/n. I never asked yours either.”

“I guess we both figured it would come up eventually. My real name is James, but you can call me Bucky.”

I smiled as I thought of what a lovely name that was. I didn’t ask why he preferred Bucky over James. Something in me wanted to make him love it, adore it. I wanted him to treasure his given name as I was right now.

The night came to an end much to our dismay. I didn’t want to say goodnight though. I wanted him to stay, which wasn’t like me at all. I usually said yes to one date, and that was that. I don’t know what was different about Bucky, but he brought out a new side of me. He intrigued me, and I had to know more about him.

“Until next time, doll. Promise you won’t bump into another guy before then?” He chuckled.

I giggle, “I promise. You’ll be the only guy I bump into now. At least that’s my hope.”

He kissed my cheek before walking to his door, and I could have sworn I was flying. If that was the way it felt when he kissed my cheek, what would it feel like if he kissed my lips.

~*~

Over the course of three months every Sunday Bucky and I had dinner together. We started with switching off, but slowly Bucky had been taking over our Sunday night dinners. Tonight when I went over I realised that I was slowly moving into his apartment. 

“You okay doll?” He asked, looking at my far off look.

“Yeah. I just realised it looks like I’m starting to take over your apartment.”

“That was one thing I was going to ask you about tonight.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pick up my stuff and take back to my place i didn’t-”

“Not that. I was going to ask if you wanted to move in together. It doesn’t have to be in my apartment, and I know we’ve only been together for a few months, but-”

“You want to move in together?”

Bucky just nods slowly, and I rush to hug him. I no longer had to wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped up in his arms. I no longer had to feel that lonely feeling I felt after our Sunday night dinners. I tried to keep my mind from racing with all the things I had wondered about. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Bucky chuckles, squeezing me back.

After dinner, we walked over to my apartment to get some extra blankets and pillows. I hoped I hadn’t rushed him into this by slowly looking like I was trying to move myself in on my own. I hadn’t even realised that our hangouts had left with me leaving my belongings all over the place.

“My place is your place now.” He spoke up, placing the blankets he was carrying on the bed.

“I didn’t rush you into this did I?”

“No. I know it seems quick, but I just get this feeling when I’m around that makes me not want to take things as slow as we probably should.”

“I was worried I was rushing you into things. I didn’t even realise that I was leaving things over at your house.”

“No. I have been planning on asking you for a few weeks now.”

I smile as we curl into bed together for the very first time. He was warm, and I felt safe laying in his arms. Laying there for the first time in a long time, I fell asleep almost immediately.

~*~

It has been 6 months since Bucky and I started seeing each other, and it has been the best 6 months of life. Even the last 3 months have been amazing. I have enjoyed every minute I have spent with Bucky. He is sweet and kind, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. He had my heart in his hands, and I didn’t want it back.

The only thing that was strange is he didn’t talk about his life at all. He wanted to hear all about my life, but he wouldn’t speak about his life prior to coming to Romania. I knew he originally came from America because we both switched from speaking Romanian to English when we are alone.

“Is everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked, tearing me from my thoughts.

“I was just thinking.”

“About what? You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Tell you, yes. Ask, no.” I kind of snapped as I stood up to put my plate in the sink.

“Is everything okay?” I could hear the panic in his voice, and I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I knew I had to say something, or it would eat me alive.

“I just don’t get why you want to hear all about me, but avoid questions about your life. I get it if you don’t want to talk about it now. I just don’t like it when you dodge it altogether.”

“Okay I understand that, and I’m sorry.”

Bucky really was sorry. He didn’t want to scare her away with the horrors of his past. He wanted her to know more about him. He wanted her to know that he is way older than what she may think he is. That he fought side by side with Captain America during WWII. 

He couldn’t get the words out though. He would lie awake at night trying to figure out how to tell her. Even on the nights when he found it hard to sleep, and he couldn’t lay there anymore, he wanted to wake her and just spill all the stories. 

He found warmth and comfort in her, but he didn’t want to haunt her with his past. He couldn’t taint such an angel like her, no matter how bad he wanted her to know. To hear her voice break just a little as she expressed how she felt broke him.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I just want you to know that it hurts me a little whenever you don’t give an explanation.”

“I want to tell you all about my life, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I’m sorry.” His eyes went down, and my heart broke for him.

“James, look at me please?”

Bucky loved when she called him James. It was like she was trying to teach him to love his given name, and it was working. It rolled off her tongue so sweetly, and it came out so easily. He couldn’t help but obey when she asked him in that sweet tone of hers.

“The fact that you want to is enough for me right now. I’m not upset,” I smile sweetly at him, and walk over, placing my hand on his, “I don’t want to push. When you are ready, my love, I will be here waiting to listen contently.”

Bucky’s heart sighed in relief. He was worried that he had mucked everything up. He cared too much about her to let himself ruin things. If she wasn’t content with his response he would have told her everything. If it meant keeping her happy, he would give her the world. 

~*~

My conversation with Bucky seemed to have gone well. He slowly started to open up little by little. He was a bit vague, but at least he was trying. The first time he actually opened up a little was the first night I had noticed he was having a nightmare.

He was tossing and turning in his sleep, and I began to worry. I had heard never to wake someone up from a nightmare, so I sat there till he shot up. He was covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. He went to lay back down not realising I was already awake until I turned on the light. He looked over with sad, apologetic eyes. I just laid my hand on the small of his back letting him know everything was okay.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn't, I was already awake.”

I caressed his cheek, rubbing my thumb against his cheek. He slowly leaned in, and I followed until our lips came together. Sparks flew between us, and I felt butterflies. His lips were soft and gentle. The gentle kiss though soon turned into more. 

Bucky was gentle and slow. Making sure he wasn’t pushing my comfort level, and made sure he wasn’t hurting me. It felt amazing, and was the best night ever. I hoped that with Bucky and I becoming so intimate he would see that no matter what, I wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Bucky wasn’t sure how Y/n would feel if he initiated the kiss, but she put just as much passion into it as he did. He pushed into it more, and she returned it. Before he knew it he was on top of her naked body. He made sure he didn’t push her to do something she didn’t want to, but he could tell in her eyes she had been waiting a long time for this moment.

He made sure to be as gentle with her as he possibly could, but the urge to be inside her was too much for him to bear anymore. The room was filled with their moans as their bodies were connected so intimately.

Bucky felt that everything was going to be okay between them after that night. He held her as tight as possible after that, and was able to sleep through the rest of the night. Maybe he was worried about nothing. He felt like he could do anything now as long as he had her by her side.

~*~

“James, will you run out and get some fruit for me?” I hollered from the kitchen.

Bucky came into the room as he finished getting dressed, “anything specific you want?”

“No, just something I can turn into jam. The stand has been doing really well, and I’m running low on fruit.”

Bucky smiled as he walked over to me kissing my cheek, “anything for you, doll.”

Bucky left shortly after that, and I started to package the batch I had already made. Once I finished jarring what I had, I went to the walk-in pantry we had and started to shelve them. I thought I heard the door open so I called out to Bucky, but I got no answer.

“Everything alright out there my love?” I walked out of the pantry to be met by a man dressed in an all blue outfit. He was carrying a shield on his back that was red, white, and blue with a white star in the center.

He was looking through our kitchen, and I began to panic. I had no idea who this man was, or why he was in our apartment. I couldn’t find words to say when he noticed me.

“Where is Bucky?”

“Why do you want to know?” I asked, speaking in Romanian.

The man just turned around and looked at the top of the fridge. He pulled down a book, and that’s when I felt a hand on the small of my back. I jumped slightly at first then I realised it was Bucky behind me.

The stranger turned around, and saw Bucky. He started asking weird questions like if Bucky knew him, or why he pulled him from a river? All of it was so confusing and worrying to me. Before I knew it we were being attacked by the police. 

Bucky took off and I tried to follow him, but the stranger told me to stay put. Once the fight took the streets, I tried to follow on foot. By the time I got where I thought they would come out of, they were being surrounded. Bucky was being shoved to the ground and handcuffed. 

“James!” I yelled, rushing to him, and fighting the blockade of police.

They shoved me back, but I fought back harder. It was no use though as they loaded Bucky into a huge truck. I felt like my world had just come crashing down on me. Everything that happened this last year all came flooding back to me. I knew I had to get Bucky out of there. He was an innocent man, and I knew as long as we had each other, there would be nothing we couldn’t conquer.

~*~

Y/N tried to move on as best she could, but her heart felt empty. The day they took Bucky away in handcuffs was the day her heart left her. She closed her stand in the market, and went back to her dead end job. She moved out of their shared apartment because the thought, or even smell of him was too painful.

Y/n thought that the love of her life was gone forever. She even thought about moving away permanently, but loved the city too much to do that. The once bright and bubbly girl went back to her old reclusive self before she met him. No one had ever put the light back into her. Her smile was gone, and she hardly ever laughed anymore.

She was returning home from work one night, and decided to take the long way home. She wandered towards her old apartment complex as she often did. Ignoring the weird looks she got from the people she passed by, she kept her eyes to the ground. That was her mistake as she was lost in thought when she bumped into a muscular chest, almost falling to the ground. 

A firm gentle hand grabbed her arm kept her from falling, and she fought back tears as she remembered her very first full encounter with Bucky. “I’m sorry, I should have been paying attention.” Her voice broke as she fought back the pain, not wanting to look the stranger in the eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I almost knocked you over.”

“Please don’t apologize. I was-”

“The one who bumped into me?” 

Y/n heard the man chuckle and almost felt like she could hear Bucky behind the chuckle. She gained enough courage to look up at the stranger who she bumped into, and the person she saw was not who she was expecting.

“You okay doll? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She didn’t even hesitate to jump into his arms. It was the reunion she waited almost two years for. He picked her up and held her tightly as if he let her go, she would disappear. Y/n nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck taking in his scent.

“I’m sorry I left you. I-”

“It’s not your fault James. You’re back, and that’s all that matters.”

Bucky pulled away slightly from the hug to look her in the eyes. He pulled her in for a soft, gentle kiss. For the first time since that terrible day, Y/n smiled into the kiss. Now that they were back in each other’s arms, she finally felt like her heart was put back together. 

She didn’t care what happened, she was just happy to have him back in her arms. She was happy he was safe and sound with her again. The light in her eyes had returned, and Bucky felt like he was falling in love with her all over again. The world could throw whatever it wanted at him now. He had his girl back, and he felt like he could overcome anything as long as he kept her by his side for the rest of his life.