After lying to Lucas about the extent of her feelings towards him Riley feels she has no choice but to tell Maya the same thing. Riley thinks it’s better to hear it from her rather than Lucas, especially after the two girls agreed to no longer keep secrets from one another. A pact that makes Riley feels horrible for lying to Maya but she keeps telling herself that this is the best thing for everyone. Her guilt subsides slightly when Maya looks relieved after Riley explains that she isn’t romantically interested in Lucas.
As the weeks pass things remain awkward. Even though no one is asking Riley if she’s okay anymore they certainly still have a watchful eye on her in all situations. Still, Riley wears a smile that doesn’t waver as she tries to navigate through every tense situation.
As for Maya and Lucas, on the outside you probably wouldn’t even be able to tell they were dating. They almost never held hands or made contact of any sort. Riley was unsure if they acted like this because of her or for other reasons.
Not surprisingly at all Maya prioritises Riley over Lucas in ever situation, even when ‘choosing’ isn’t necessary. Riley wonders if Maya does this out of guilt or obligation but she shakes the thought every time, Maya was her best friend and she does things because they love each other. Even though Riley tries to primarily focus on Maya she can’t help but notice the slight wave of disappointment that seems to cross Lucas every time he’s passed over for Riley. At least she thinks it’s disappointment.
TW: PTSD (Bucky), Language, FLUFF AF FAM, thats it?
A/N: Thanks @drarryfetish for being my first request! Love ya Beans! Also my last one shot got like 70 notes??? THANK YOU???
Request/Summary: Buck has nightmares, he tries to tell himself to man up and get his shit together. Steve hears him and comes in and comforts him. Steve decides to take Bucky out around NY and their old haunts, try and bring a smile to his face They’re driving on one of the bridges and Steve is driving and fluff ensues.
Gif not mine
“Son of of bitch.”
Every night. Every god damn night Bucky is woken by his nightmares. Every night he kills someone he loves all over again. Tonight it’s Steve. Bucky can still feel the heat of Steve’s throat on his metal hand….
He can’t take it. He can’t handle it anymore and he starts to cry. That only makes it worse.
“Come on you little punk. Knock it off. Men don’t cry over bad dreams. Get your shit together.” Now he’s sobbing, pulling his hair and rocking back and forth on the bed.
“It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream…” The phrase repeated endlessly, loud in his mind. He didn’t even notice Steve had come into the room until the bed dipped down under his weight.
“Buck? Are you ok?” Steve places a gentle hand on Bucky’s back, slowly stroking up and down, trying to soothe his sobbing boyfriend.
Bucky stops rocking, moving his hands from the back of his head to cup his face as he leans into Steve’s broad shoulders. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a nightmare.”
“This one was worse though.” A statement, not a question.
Bucky hated how Steve always seemed to know him just as well if not better than Bucky knew himself. Then again, it was nice to not feel quite so alone.
“Yeah,” His throat constricts and he has to swallow hard before speaking again. “It was you this time. And I woke up and for a minute I… I thought I was… that you were…”
“Aw Buck… baby c’mere.”
Bucky has broken down crying again. Steve tilts him over until they’re laying down in the bed together, with Bucky sobbing into Steve’s chest.
“Listen to me Buck, you got nothing to be ashamed of, ok? After everything you’ve been through, everything Hydra made you do, no one thinks any less of you for having these nightmares. And honey, it’s ok to not be ok. This doesn’t make you any less of a man you hear me?”
Bucky sniffles, nodding into his chest as Steve leans down to kiss the top of Bucky’s head.
“Tomorrow we’re gonna go out.”
“Out where?” Bucky mumbles, his head still buried in Steve’s torso.
“Out anywhere. I was thinking maybe that old diner on Coney Island? I think it’s still there. We can steal one of Tony’s convertibles and drive out there tomorrow! But right now you just try and get some sleep ok?”
Bucky tilts his head up to look Steve in the eye. He whispers “Ok” before leaning in, capturing Steve’s lips in a sweet kiss.
The Next Day
Steve convinced Tony to let him take out the convertible for the day. Him and Bucky drove through Brooklyn, pointing out familiar places that no longer felt familiar.
The couple made their way out to Coney Island, and spent the day on the boardwalk, soaking in the warm spring sun and the fresh ocean breeze.
Bucky even convinced Steve to go on the Cyclone again, despite Steve’s protests.
“Come on, you’re not that little guy who could barely breathe anymore. You’ve handled worse than this!”
“Seriously Buck it’s ok, you go on without me I’ll wait for you right here.”
Bucky pouts, and looks up at Steve through half-lidded eyes and long bangs, “It won’t be as fun without you though Stevie…”
Steve was always a sucker for Bucky’s puppy eyes, despite them both being grown men.
They held hands almost the entire day, relishing in the freedom to love each other and enjoy the day together as boyfriends.
When it came time to drive back to Avenger Tower, it was late afternoon, the sun setting over the water as they made their way back over Brooklyn Bridge.
Steve was driving again, but instead of using one hand to point out personal landmarks, he used it to hold Bucky’s hand on his thigh, fingers interlaced, not wanting to lose any physical contact with his man.
The wind was whipping their hair and faces as they drove and the red sun cast the tail ends of its warm fingers on their bodies. A comfortable silence had taken them over with only the loud wind to make noise against New York traffic.
The silence was broken by Steve, who looked over at Bucky, smiled at him, and said, “You know I love you. Right Buck?”
Bucky, slightly taken aback at the seriousness in Steve’s voice, smiled back at him, “Yeah… I know punk. I love you too.”
Steve’s smile widened into a grin at this, and he raised their intertwined hands from their place on his leg, and kissed Bucky’s hand.
the prompt “I had this dream the other
day and i thought you could write about it. I really don’t remember the
beginning but I know it was after a show, me and my friend met the boys and we ended
up in a karaoke bar and by the end of the night I was drunk singing wonderwall
with Van. If you can, please do a Vondy thing lol.”
Note: I’ve done a fair few ‘meeting Van as a fan at a show’
things recently, so I’m gonna take the karaoke part and run with that. Also,
Van and Bondy, because you know I am here. for. it.
Bondy said, falling into Van’s arms.
bit early to be this pissed?” Van said, hoisting him up and wrapping an
arm around his middle.
look, it’s alrigh’, I can walk,” he replied, pushing away from Van and
stumbling forward a few steps before regaining his balance. Van looked back at
you with an amused grin on his face.
fucked,” he said, to which you nodded.
had been at yours for dinner. A couple of cheese toasties later, you’d walked
to meet Bondy. It was only a bit past 8:00pm. You strolled side by side with him,
keeping a watchful eye on Bondy up ahead. Van felt around in his pockets for
his lighter. When it couldn’t be located, you handed yours over. The cigarette
was shared, and you had to yell at Bondy to stop walking when he almost walked
past the karaoke place.
And I think what I miss most is the ‘almost’. Sure, we ‘almost’ dated, but it’s so much more than that. We ‘almost’ cuddled on your couch under cozy blankets drinking cocoa and watching television. We 'almost’ planted kisses on one another when we parted. We almost wrapped our arms around each other at dances while staring into one another’s eyes and soaking in the magic. We almost bought each other cheesy Christmas presents and funny birthday cards. I almost got to wear your sweatshirts and I almost got to FaceTime you about my day. We almost held hands together in the hallway and ate lunch with our friends. I almost got to fall asleep on your chest after a movie day. I almost got you saying you loved me and telling me how much I meant to you. I almost had you in my arms. And those almosts hurt much more than the word 'dating’ ever could.
I wrote this for you because I’m sorry and I want it back. (TRM)
Author’s note: I’m turning this into a cute au fight me
Yuuri looked down into his cup of coffee as he stirred it lazily. The platinum haired stranger had walked through the door of his cafe once again, and he was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact with him. He had been seeing him there for a few weeks and had no idea of how to approach him. His name was Victor and he always ordered the most exciting drink on the menu, his eyes full of life. Luckily, Yuuri wasn’t on duty today, so he could admire Victor in all his glory.
Yuuri didn’t have a crush on him, he convinced himself. He barely knew the man! All he knew is his blue eyes could pierce through his soul, and his smile could put the sun to shame.
(♡🌻🌞 anon again) so my guy and I went on our first date today and I feel so light ?? Like a sunrise almost. We held hands and I felt so safe and warm and we talked about life and music and I think I'm falling in love wow I'm so happy and kind of terrified because my past experiences with "love" have been less than stellar but I really feel something resembling a future with him and I just wanted to share the light with you !! Thanks for listening to me ♡ hope you're having a lovely day
this made me smile. i’m so happy for you and wish you both all the best.
I guess one of the greatest things that had happened to me is meeting Ranz Mae. She’s way younger than me tho but we’re both Senior High School students. Idk how we get along, all I could remember is that I’m the last person who adjusted in our squad. It was hell finding another group of people whom you would share your shits and lyf rants. I was very lucky to find another, we’re eight before but now we’re six. I guess, change is really good at being consistent.
Ranz and I are both straight btw! Hahahaha. You might be wondering why she almost held my hand in the picture– that was because we were about to cross the street. Honestly, the first time she did this is really…… awkward. I mean, I shared four years of my life with the same three girls hehe. And now, she’s the one I could really call best buddy.
Find a friend. I found her. She is the girl who would share stories spontaneously. She is the girl who would take your pictures discreetly. She is the girl who would let you in in the class. She is the girl you’d like to ask for a long calls at night because she’ll listen. She is the girl who would tag you along her misadventures in life.
She is my beks, mamsh, baks, oy pakopya, oy andyan na ba si sir, kups, hay, pakshet, baks and every lil shit in the world.
is this the skating video that was posted up that’s on Tumblr? Because he isn’t holding anyone’s hand on the snippet that I saw, if anything him and Lili are one of the few not skating in a chain, but following up in the back together, skating separately..
I haven’t seen it, but that makes this even funnier as her “proof”!!! So Lili was there and he maaaybbbbeee held a friend’s hand so she/he wouldn’t fall at some point and almost everyone held hands because skating chain.
And this somehow “proves” they’ve only been “dating” since late January/early February for the sole reason she inexplicably wants it to be the case…
Her badge tumbled down, one credential after another. The top one, right between her thumb and forefinger, gleamed in the faltering light of the alley. Tina Goldstein. Ah, he thought. Not quite the meeting he pictured.
Years ago, Newt’s History of Magic professor assigned them all pen pals from different wizarding schools. Not having corresponded in years, Newt is surprised to run in to his old letter writing friend, Tina, on his first trip to New York.
1926. New York.
The witch shoved him, stumbling into a dark pocket of an alley. He watched as her head, small, short brown hair covered by a blue hat, whipped back and forth, checking to make sure they weren’t followed.
“Who are you?” She rounded on him.
Newt stared for a moment, catching up to her. He shook his head slightly when he realized she’d spoken. “I’m sorry?”
“Who are you?” she repeated.
He straightened a bit, offered her a smile. “Newt Scamander,” he said. He almost held his hand out for a shake like Theseus always did when he met someone new. “And you are?”
She hesitated, as if weighing some invisible set of scales to see the benefits of getting on equal footing with him. He thought he must have imagined the flash of recognition flitting across her face. He’d never been to New York before, though, if he admitted it to himself, it was always on the to do list. But he’d certainly never met anyone from New York before.
She ducked her head for the briefest of moments, before coming back to him, ignoring the question.
things I noticed in newsies that nobody asked for but I’m posting it anyway because it’s newsies
•the freaking overture had me in tears okay that’s how much I love this show
•at the very beginning Crutchie just had a sad look of defeat on his face while putting on his best and it broke me
•pretty sure Jack was giving Crutchie a massage when he was all “close your eyes” bc his hands were on crutchies shoulders so
•I just love Andy as Crutchie okay