just made my day and ive been feeling really down lately :)

I’ve been toying with the idea for a long time that some of the things Yuuri says, especially in the first couple episodes, are not exactly the truth and should be looked into farther. Honestly, we knew Yuuri was unreliable the moment the show opened–he referred to himself as “dime-a-dozen,” when he is literally the only male skater certified by the JSF within canonverse. 

And he made it to the GPF, you know? He’s one of the top 6 skaters in the world, right off the bat! It took us a few episodes to understand Yuuri’s character to realize the context of these statements, but we figured out pretty early on that Yuuri is the embodiment of Unreliable Narrator™. Especially after ep10, jfc. 

Anyway, why I’m bringing this up is because Kubo seemed to confirm a little theory of mine I’ve had stewing for a while and I wanted to share it with you.

So. Episode 1. The commemorative photo scene. 

I wanna first establish that this scene took place before the banquet. During the series run, sometime just afterwards, and occasionally even now there’s debate over when that scene took place. It wouldn’t make sense to happen after the banquet because they’re not only still wearing the team jackets, but they’re also wearing passes

The outside sign has information about the competition 

and Victor is talking to Yuri about his routines

which he probably wouldn’t do if it was up to a day later. 

We know how the rest of the scene goes. Victor seems to not recognize Yuuri at all, mistakes him for a fan, asks if he wants a photo, and then Yuuri leaves, thoroughly humiliated. Or, at least, that’s Yuuri’s version of what happened. I think generally everything that was said got said, all the movements and series of events were the same, but the implications of the offer were different. 

I have multiple anxiety disorders. When I remember something that I felt was a misstep or caused embarrassment, I always remember it slightly off. A person’s tone is more mocking or condescending, my reaction is worse than it was. There’s a lot of shame when it comes to anxiety and your mind immediately assumes you’re viewed to be–and are–on a lower pedestal than everyone else. Yuuri, clearly, has severe anxiety, so I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to think that, since this is from his perspective, maybe reality is a bit different than what he is able to give us. 

Anyway, my thoughts had no basis, so I’ve kept them to myself, but then Kubo came out and said this:

and then the fanbase lit up in flames because Victor know Yuuri was a fan before the banquet. But this also implies one thing I got super excited about: Victor has seen him skate, before the commemorative photo scene. 

meaning that everyone’s preconception that Victor mistook Yuuri for a fan has been completely blown out of the water. 

So, why would Victor ask him about a photo then? 

I think it’s important to keep in mind that Victor likes to make people feel good about their abilities. He likes teaching others, and he likes motivating them too. He gets pleasure out of seeing people rise to their potential. 

Although he’s flighty and kind of an airhead, and tends to ignore what he doesn’t find interesting, I don’t think Victor would ignore the scorings or the competitors landing below 3rd place. Victor clearly knew that Yuuri fell to last place, hard. This is just speculation, but maybe Yuri mentioned to Victor the incident with Yuuri crying in the bathroom. Or, perhaps Victor had already seen the press about Yuuri: he’s notorious for losing his nerve during competitions and failing to meet his potential. When Yuuri goes down, he tends to crash and burn. 

(also honda’s words imply yuuri usually performs very well)

Victor likes making people happy and better versions of themselves. Now he’s faced with the competitor who fell to last place, staring at him a few feet away. A competitor who is known for his anxiety and tendency to shy away from others. A competitor who just so happens to be a fan. So, what is Victor to do to help Yuuri feel better, or even open up a bit?

Initiate conversation. Try to reel him in to interacting with an open, non-threatening question and a tried-and-true welcoming smile. 

“Commemorative Photo?”

Victor didn’t mistake Yuuri for a non-competing fan, he knew who Yuuri was and was just trying his best to make Yuuri feel better. Victor, as we’ve seen throughout the series, resorts to giving comfort through action rather than words first and foremost. Unfortunately for him, this is not what Yuuri needs. 

It backfired. But I think Victor had good intentions. They were strangers so it’s not like Victor could just walk up and start a motivating speech. He tried to invite Yuuri to talk to him, someone Yuuri looked up to, and maybe they could talk and Victor could brighten his day? 

Victor wasn’t very tactile, and Yuuri didn’t stand his ground and identify himself, so they got nowhere with that. 

I’m so glad Kubo said this. This face looks like a combination of surprise and disappointment, perhaps not only in Yuuri rejecting him but also in himself for not being able to help.

and this face 

looks more concerned and surprised that Yuuri showed rather than like “oh shit, he’s a competitor.”

Poor Yuuri. Poor Victor. They really need to communicate better. 

Skyline {IV}

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4k

A/N: Guys, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all (all 900 of you [!!!!!!]) for all the kindness and support I’ve received for this story.  You guys are so great, and I love each and every one of you.  Thank you for all that you’ve done, and will hopefully continue to do, as there will be a skyline pt. 5!!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III}

Three days.  You were kept in the hospital for three days. Three days of IV’s, probing, blood pressure being taken, bad hospital beds, worse hospital food, and no access to news about whether or not Spider-Man made it out of the collapsed bank.

At first, you didn’t even remember the bank hold up.  You had woken up after passing out from a concussion and blood loss in a white hospital room, beeping all around you.  Fear had raced down your spine; was there an accident?  Why was there an IV in your arm?  What had happened?  It wasn’t until you saw the dirt covered, tear streaked face of Alex sitting in the chair next to your bed that it all came back to you.

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Min Yoongi

REQUEST: **So like can I please get a smutty smut smut scenario of s/o skyping with Yoongi (cos he’s overseas) and he tells s/o how or what to do while using a dildo in the shape and mold of Yoongi’s dick…..hope that makes sense. Sorry if it doesnt. :(

Type: Smut

Word Count: 1553

*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*


It was late, almost too late when you received a text from him. It made you smile softly to see his name on your phone. He had been gone for four weeks now and you missed him like crazy. You’d find yourself stopping anything you were doing just to see him on your screen. Even when it was late.

You up?

yeah I’m still awake

i miss you so much.

i miss you more, yoongi.

I know its late, but can we talk?

i really want to see you

of course, I’m ready when you are.

You flicked the light on and opened your computer, your Skype already up from the last time you talked to Yoongi. It didn’t take long for the familiar ringing sound to fill your room. You excitedly bit your lip as you answered and held  your breath, it always seemed to take years to connect, but when it did you smiled. He was laid in bed, his cheek pressed to his pillow and a sad look on his face that immediately changed when your face appeared on his screen. You looked at him for a minute and remembered the last time you saw him.

There was twenty minutes till he had to leave, but the way his arms were wrapped around your shoulders tightly  and had been for the past hour. You couldn’t help the silent tears that ran down your face. You didnt know why you were crying, you were so proud of him and so excited for his upcoming tour. You’d miss him, sure, but you supported him with his work more than you have ever supported anything else.

He held you tightly, kisses placed gently on your temple. You chuckled remember something and sat up, causing his arms to fall around your waist.

‘I got something in the mail the other day.’ You said, wiping your tears as you smiled. He rose an eyebrow showing he was listning and you shifted to look at him better. You got up tapping his knee before chuckling though a soft sniffle and stood up, walking to your room.

'So remember the other week when I asked you to… you know?’ You said getting shy, circling your hand around your lower half. He nodded amused. 'Well, this is why.’ You said opening the shoe like box and pulled out a flesh colored dildo, your cheeks instantly turning red.

'Is that mine?’ He said pointing at it, smiling for the first time all day.

You bit your lip and nodded, smiling at the sight of him laughing. You squealed as he stood, pulling you into his chest as he kissed you.

'I would ask you if you were going to think of me when you use it but.’ He laughed taking it out of your hand and wiggling it in your face.

'Could I have the real thing before you leave?’ You said making him bite his lip before kissing you roughly.

“What time is it there?” His voice brought you back.

“Almost 2am” You said watching as he rolled onto his back.

“You need to stop staying up so late.” He smiled sadly.

“If it means I get to see you I can live with it.” You said smiling softly.

“Well I wish I was there. I miss holding you.” He said, chuckling lightly afterwards. “Ive started sleeping like Tae, where I hold onto a pillow its embarrassing.”

“You’re so cute.” You said biting your lip as he giggled again.

“God, I always forget how pretty you are little one.” He said licking his bottom lips slowly. “Id give anything to be there with you.”

“I know, I miss you so much. Its driving me crazy not to have you here.” You said biting your lip. Just the sight of him always made your core heat.

“Even with your toy?” He teased.

“Especially with my toy. Its not the same.” You said. “ I mean it feels like you, but it doesn’t have your warmth… or your voice.” You said, your cheeks turning red.

“You miss my voice? You hear me every day.” He chuckled.

“You know what I mean.” You said, your eyes watching his lips now.

“I wish I was there… The things Id do to you if I was.”

“You can’t talk like that.” You said with a light laugh.

“Why not? I thought you missed my voice.”

“I do. But you talk like that and theres no way I’m going to be able to keep up with the conversation.” You all but whispered.

“You’re naughty.” He said smirking, the same smirk he got before the two of you ever fooled around. “What would you do if I told you I missed the way you tasted?”

“Yoongi…” You said, your knees pressing together now. He raised an eyebrow waiting for you to answer him. “I would tell you that I missed the way your tongue feels.” You bit your lip, your thighs pressing even tighter together.

“You’re squirming.” he said, his eyes growing dark.

“I miss you.”

“Touch yourself.” He commanded.

“What?”

“Please. I need to see you, Im going crazy.” He said shifting himself again.

You bit your lip and rolled to your back to remove your shorts. Looking at him you smiled before letting your fingers find your sopping folds.

“How wet are you?” He asked darkly.

You smiled and stroked yourself, wetting your fingers with your own natural lubricant. You got enough on your hands that when you lifted them up for him to see and spread your fingers he could see the webbing caused by your wet. He groaned deeply from his chest as he watched you bring your fingers to your lips to lick the mess off your hands.

“God, y/n.” He said shifting again. “Im hard.”

“Show me.” You said in a breathy voice, still stroking yourself. Without hesitation he flipped the camera on his phone so you could see him palming his erection though his sweatpants. You couldn’t help the soft moan that left your lips as he dipped his hand under the band of his pants.

“Look at what you do to me.” he said releasing himself from his pants.

“Its the same thing you do to me.” You whispered, your fingers  starting to circle your clit as the sight of him made you pool even more.

“I want to see you.” He said, getting tired of only being able to see your face softning as you pleasured yourself. You pushed your computer back before taking of the shirt you had stolen from him to expose your now naked body. You looked at him to she he had propped his phone up so you could see him stroking himself.

“I need you so bad Yoongi.” You whined as your circling became faster.

“Baby I’d give anything to have you wrapped around me.” He said, matching your pace.

Your eyes that had closed snapped open and you smiled looking back at him. Removing your hand you lent over your computer and opened you bed side table.

“Picture this is you.” You said waving the mold of him in front of the camera, his face lighting up.

You place it on your stomach and rubbed on your clit a few more times, trying to get yourself as wet as possible.

“Put it in baby.” He said in a demanding tone.

You took the tip and placed it on your tongue and let it slide down your throat, wetting it with your own saliva. He groaned loudly seeing the mold make your throat buldge slightly. Bringing it down to your core you circled it around your clit a few times before slowly sliding it in with a light moan. He grunted again at the sight of you tilting your head back and quickened his pace. You matched his speed while trying to keep your eyes open to see the way his face contorted.

“Yoongi…” You moaned.

“God, baby.” He grunted, his pace moving even faster.

Once again you matched it and added your other hand to circle your clit again. You looked at the ceiling before closing your eyes, your breaths becoming short and forced as the tension in your stomach built. You called his name again and was welcomed with the sound of his heavy breathing. The breathing that you longed so much to hear.

“Yoongi Im… I need to…”

“Cum for me baby.” He said pumping himself even harder.

Your back arched and the pumping coming from the toy staggered in the way he did when he was about to come sending you over the edge.

“Oh, Ugh!” You moaned your body twitching sweetly as you unraveled around yourself.

“Fuck!” Yoongi said causing your head to turn, still pumping yourself softly, just in time to see his  load release all over his hands.

“Fuck.” He said again with a shaky laugh as his eyes closed.

“Im buying a plane ticket.” You said, still breathless.

“What?” He said looking over to you.

“Im buying a plane ticket for your next show. I need you even more now.” You said making him chuckle.

taurusversant  asked:

what are your thoughts on the merpy changes?

honestly?? im pretty unhappy and ive been feeling depressed about it all day. admittedly, as a very active and mobile mercy player, the new ult really is quite fun to use, but overall the change represents everything i dislike about the current direction of the game, and the enormous nerf to her rez feels unbelievably depressing.

ultimate abilities are game changers, with many ults being able to change the tide of battle in an instant, either by wiping the enemy team with massive damage and lots of kills, or in the case of some of the support ultimates, by saving losing games from the brink by preventing and countering the above. lucio can protect his team from an overwhelming enemy attack with his sound barrier. zenyatta’s transcendence can temporarily pump out heals SO FAST that almost nothing short of instant-kill burst damage can kill them. and mercy’s resurrect used to be a very powerful, versatile ability that required a great deal of decision making, with the potential to quickly bring back 1 or 2 fallen teammates keep your group numbers up to help with a push or team fight (this is referred to as ‘tempo rezzing’), and in some cases, even undo entire team wipes, turning a certain defeat into a potential clutch victory.

but now what can she do? …she can fly now… and chain heal/boost more than one teammate at a time if theyre close enough to each other. and do some more damage by herself i guess. which is fun, sure, but her healing per second isn’t nearly enough to support her team through really huge enemy attacks, which used to be offset by her ability to bring her whole team back to life, which she can no longer do, and by moving rez to a separate, single target ability on a cooldown, it’s taken so much of the versatility and value of the ability away. it’s now exclusively a tempo rezzing tool, and i feel like mercy has become less valuable as a solo healer because she can’t really do anything about team wipes anymore. lucio and zen can still prevent them, to an extent, but mercy used to be able to counter them, and now she can’t, and as fun as the new ult is it just feels like a little band-aid over the gaping wound left by the massive nerf to rez.

i feel like with every change to heroes lately the game is just catering more and more to the tunnel vision dps crowd, the ppl who just want to kill as much as possible as fast as possible. dps players are grumpy that dva ate their ult?? time to nerf her defense matrix, and give her new abilities for dishing out damage instead. dps players are grumpy that mercy undid their epic team wipe with a huge rez?? time to nerf her rez to only 1 person at a time on a huge cooldown and give her a new ult where she can fly around really fast and do lots of damage with a powered up gun instead. the lucio rework a while back made him do more damage, too. the orisa buff lets her bullets fly faster, making it easier to hit people, in turn… damaging them faster. the new junkrat buff even gives him a second concussion mine. more damage. it’s all More. more more more.

slowly but surely it feels like they’re dumbing down the game, degrading the strategy and just making it as easy as possible for people to just kill everybody as fast as possible.

honestly, people who thought rez was “unfair” or “overpowered” are fools, imo. selfish, impatient morons who could not be bothered utilizing even a modicum of strategy in this strategic, teamwork based shooter, or practicing good ultimate economy and efficiency. if a team blows all their ults excessively to wipe the enemy when one or two would have done the trick, and an enemy mercy swoops in and rezzes them all, and the team have no ults left with which to counter the rez, that’s on them. they should have played better. but no, they just complained about it until blizzard just got rid of it, making it easier for them. congrats, you awful jackasses, and thanks a lot for forcing me to have to accommodate your needs by having my favourite character suddenly drastically changed on me after 300 hours of play and practice.

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

This City Never Sleeps (When I Can’t Stop Thinking About You)

Word Count: 1794

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cavity-inducing fluff and cursing

Summary: Part Three of This City Never Sleeps. Your friends are nosy.

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“Wow, she is just…” Peter let out a deep sigh.

“I know,” Ned agreed.

You looked up from your textbook to see them staring wistfully across the room, chins in hand. You followed their line of sight until you landed on Liz Allan, laughing with a couple of her friends across the room.

Just another Wednesday.

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Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

Originally posted by kiingholland

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

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only told the moon (Liam Dunbar)


based off of this song: https://soundcloud.com/joicy-3/only-told-the-moon-camila-cabello (you don’t have to listen to when reading but it’s highly recommended!) lyrics will be italicized

stay back, stay long, and you move on.

I stress, come close, move on, please don’t.

I took a deep breath looking across the field at Liam and Hayden. They were laughing and talking to each other. I could feel the tears forming behind my eyelids. I used to be that girl in Liam’s life. He had been my best friend since we were little kids.

We did everything together from playing lacrosse to terrorizing Brett Talbot.  I was worried that things would change when Liam got kicked out of Devenford Prep but they didn’t, somehow they got better. Liam and I became closer.

But then one night everything changed. I didn’t hear from him everyday, he didn't bother to visit anymore, slowly I became nothing. I was lucky if Liam managed to look in my direction. It was as if he forgot I even existed. Than I noticed Hayden Romero starting to hang around him.

“heads up.” Brett yelled as a lacrosse ball flew past my face.

Brett jogged over sitting down beside me. He followed my gaze looking at Liam and Hayden now too.

“I’m sorry y/n he doesn’t deserve you.” Brett said squeezing my shoulders.

Not having Liam to terrorize Brett with, it slowly made him grow on me. He invited me to the lacrosse game tonight hoping to get me out of my shell.

“thanks for trying to make me feel better Brett, you’re not too terrible to be around anymore.” I joked lightly punching his shoulder.

But there was nothing anyone could say or do to make me feel better. I’d been keeping a secret.

I was in love with Liam….

It was the first day of freshman year, after a fun filled summer together, that I realized I wanted so much more than just a friendship. I never told him though, and now I was wondering if I should’ve of.

I watched Brett jog back to our team. I got up walking to the girls bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face. I didn’t know if I could spend a whole lacrosse game watching those two. I exited the bathroom bumping into someone. It was as if the universe were out to get me, of course it had to be Liam.

hello, how are you?

how you've been?

lately I wonder how it feels to steal your kiss.

nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well.

and you can read between the lines,

but god I fell.

“Y/n? How are you?” Liam asked shyly looking at me.

“uh I’m doing well, how about you.” I said lying through my teeth.

“uh yeah i’m doing well too.” He said taking a deep breath.

“well you should probably get back to the game.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“yeah uh hey i’ll see you later.” He said turning around and running back out on the field.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It was like we were total strangers. I once knew all of his deepest secrets and he knew mine. We couldn’t even talk to each other now without stuttering.

silence.

too loud.

say it.

not now.

 I felt the tears come knowing that I had fought them for as long as I could. I would go to another one of Brett’s games, just not this one. I grabbed my car keys walking out to my car. I got in resting my head against the steering wheel, letting the tears flow freely. I put the keys in the ignition driving to my house.

 The tears were blocking my vision making it hard to see the oncoming car that had swerved into my lane. Before I had time to react the car hit me head on and everything around me went black.

I woke up with a pounding headache, bright lights blinding me. I looked down at my arm which was connected to an IV tube. Bruises covered my arms and when I felt my head, I had a bandage wrapped around it.

“what happened? I asked no one in particular.

"sweetheart, my name in Melissa McCall, you were in a accident, do you remember anything?” a nurse said putting her hand over my forehead.

It all came back in one big flashback, me crying over Liam, the car swerving into my lane, and then the collision. I shook my head yes gently.

“you’re extremely lucky my dear, you’ll be fine, just bruises and a minor laceration on your head that required a few stitches. It could’ve been a lot worse.” She said handing me a pill.

I looked at her with curiosity.

“for the pain.” She adds giving me a cup of water.

I took the pill sinking back into the warm bed.

“where is she!” I heard a familiar voice scream from the hallway.

Liam ran in looking at me with hurt eyes. I guess there was a part of him that still cared.

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“she’s fine Liam, luckily. Once you’re checked out by Dr. Dunbar he’ll decide if you can go home.” Melissa said placing a comforting grip on my shoulder before leaving me alone with Liam.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, that when I noticed the book in his hands.

“where did you get that?” I choked back tears, staring at my journal in his hands.

“it was laying near your car. I’ve seen you write in it before so I picked it up thinking you’d want it. It was open to a particular page and I sort of read it.” Liam said sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed.

“what page?” I said knowing exactly what was in there.

He opened the book and started reading the page with his name at the top.

“I only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

I told her that I’m scared

that all my thoughts

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I asked her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.

Another love song

will play on the radio

you know.

And I’ll wait for the moon to lean in close

and say..

that he only told the moon,

tonight up on the roof.

He told me that he’s scared

that all his thoughts,

they look like you.

I only told the moon,

about the way you move.

I ask her to please tell me

if you tell things to her too.”

Liam stopped reading taking a deep breath.

 It was something really personal to me that I’d written about him.

“you were never meant to read that.” I said not able to look him in the eyes.

“I know.” He said looking away from me too.

He was about to say something else when his step-dad walked in the room.

“y/n how are you feeling? You scared me and your parents.” He said looking at my monitor.

“I’m okay Mr. Dunbar.” I lied to a Dunbar for the second time today.

“Liam could you give us a moment.” His step-dad said opening the door and gesturing Liam outside.

Liam looked at me with his hurt eyes again before leaving.

His step-dad gave me a full check up, making sure he was making the right decision in letting me go home.

“now I should keep you for observations but you’ve been through enough today, but you have to promise me if you feel bad you’ll call me.” Dr. Dunbar said shining a flashlight in my eyes.

I shook my head. I was thankful when he cleared me. My mom ran in engulfing me in a hug.

we walked out in the hall to check out but Liam was gone. I tried to listen to her on the way home but my mind was cluttered with thoughts. We pulled in my driveway.

I walked straight to my room going over to my window. when I was stressed or upset, I’d sit on my rooftop and tell my problems to the moon. I climbed out taking my usual spot, but this time I wasn’t alone.

“Liam what are you doing here?” I asked sitting down beside him admiring the view.

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“you were right this is nice.” He said laying down and putting his arms behind his head.

I copied his actions just staring up at the full moon.

“hey moon.” Liam said from beside me.

I looked at him my curiosity peaking.

“I don’t do this very often moon, but I have some secrets too, in fact one of the secrets required me to hurt someone i’d never want to hurt. I had to pretend like I didn’t care to protect her, but I can’t do it anymore moon. I want to tell her everything. I will tell her everything. But moon could you tell her that I’m scared too, cause all of my thoughts look like her too. Also tell her that ignoring her was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Liam said before turning his head to look at me.

I couldn’t help the joyful tears that fell down my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I promise that it’ll all make sense once I tell you my secret.” He said sitting up and looking back at the moon.

I followed his actions again.

“Liam you know you can tell me anything right?” I said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I know, and I will, but not tonight. I just want to enjoy this view and the beautiful girl beside me.” Liam said laying back down pulling me with him.

we lie there for awhile not saying anything. It was a comfortable silence though, the only sounds heard were each others breathing.

“look a shooting star.” I said shooting up and pointing to it.  

“make a wish Dunbar.” I added looking up at him.

“I don’t need too, thanks to the moon, I have everything I could ever need right here.” He said sitting up and looking at me too.

I looked from his eyes to his lips.

lately I wonder how it feels to taste your lips.

Liam leaned over cupping my cheek with his hand. He crashed his lips on mine kissing me with more passion than I thought was possible.

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“wow.” Liam said pulling away and resting his forehead on mine.

“wow.” I repeated.

“we should go inside, it’s getting late.” Liam said grabbing my hands.

I nodded my head agreeing with him. He pulled me up pulling me into his arms. He went through my window but I hesitated for a second.

“thanks moon.” I whispered before climbing in my window.

sooooo my grandma is in the hospital so I haven’t got to post lately. I’M ONLY TWO FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! HOLY CHEESE BALLS! That’s awesome considering I suck lol.

im starting a capsule wardrobe on saturday and i think its going to be so good for me autistically

i’ve realised that i only really feel comfortable and confident + like myself when wearing leggings and plain-ish dark neutral tops. so my wardrobe will basically just consist of comfortable basics that can be dressed up and down.

im hoping it will relieve some of the pressure of clothing-related sensory issues and executive dysfunction, as having less choice + more of what i know i like/know i feel comfortable in should make it easier to choose outfits + get dressed on a morning (i’ve always had big big problems with confidence + body image and getting dressed has always been so stressful that it often triggers meltdowns + a lot of the time i end up melting down and then cancelling all my plans/ditching all my responsibilities)(so hopefully my mornings will be a lot less stressful which i know impacts my functioning ability greatly).

the aim is to reduce the amount i own enough that i can hang all my everyday/outdoor clothes on hangers in my wardrobe so that they’re visible + easily accessible, and then to have all my pyjamas and loungewear (home clothes) and seasonal stuff (like umbrellas + wooly hats) in the drawers underneath which i’ll label.

im still trying to work it all out logistically but im so excited to hopefully make my life a little bit easier. ive cut down a lot of my physical belongings lately + am living a little more minimally and being more considerate of my purchases and stuff and its honestly made such an improvement to my mood and executive functioning at home. so im really excited to do this with my clothes too!! especially because clothes and getting dressed has always caused me so much grief

also like realistically in times of peak burn out i could genuinely assign outfits to days of the week.. how nice would that be

so anyway yeah thats happening and im excited + above is a little moodboard ive been working on to try and help myself work it all out/visualise it (all the images are from pinterest, so if you see an image that belongs to you and would like it credited, please let me know)

The Inevitability of Our Story

Request: I was listening to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis himself and I couldn’t help but think about Newt while listening to it idk its such a Newt song and then i thought of you and well, it sounds like a possible fic idea ;) ;) I know you have so many requests but i just wanted to put this out there, also to tell you that these kinds of songs remind me of Newt and then you and your amazing stories. Anyway, have a good day!

Word Count: 3,979

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @dont-give-a-bother but also tagging @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction


                                                  I. For


Newt’s quill scratches against the parchment and he mumbles words under his breath, reading over his manuscript. Thunder outside rumbles, raindrops thump against the glass panes, and you plod over to Newt, dropping into the open spot next to him. He hardly notices as your forearm brushes his lightly, or the way you hum softly before tapping the back of his hand.

“Newt?”

“Yes?” He mumbles, eyes still scanning over his messy handwriting.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” The word is distracted, his attention only half on you. This manuscript is important. He’s almost finished editing his chapter on bowtruckles and other leafy beasts; best friend or not, he doesn’t want to pause his work until he gets through the last page of it.

“Why do mooncalves only emerge during full moons?”

He doesn’t look up from the parchment. “They have an affinity for it.”

“But why?” You question, resting your chin in one hand as you play with the leaf of a potted plant sitting on the table.

Newt glances up at you, wary. “You really want to know?”

You nod, lips puckered in confusion as the leaf turns a shade of blue.

His heart twists, chest warming as he sets down his quill, and Newt shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden change of his heart’s rhythm. “It’s only a theory right now.”

You meet his eyes and smile. “That’s all right. I’d still like to hear what you think.”

Newt tries to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Could it wait a couple of minutes? I’ve almost finished here.”

“I’ll wait.” You say it with another smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.

Though he was unaware of it, Newt has been on the precipice of falling for quite some time. Only a lack of free time had prevented him from considering this, considering asking you on a date. It would really only take a gesture, a small nudge, to knock him off that cliff, to convince him to ask you out.

Your soft squeeze of his arm is that nudge.

He lifts his quill again, throat dry, fully prepared to edit more, but Newt can’t tear his eyes away from the gentle slope of your nose or the way you narrow your eyes at the color-changing leaf.

Three pages of the chapter still need to be edited, but Newt flips the notebook shut, taking a deep breath, praying the strange feeling will disappear after a good night’s rest. “The moon’s a signal to them.”

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upbeat and bittersweet // a playlist for the blue paladin

i. fred astaire san cisco // i’ve been thinking lately that you don’t need me any more // you’d be better with fred astaire, he could take you anywhere if you asked him to // and i can take you out for breakfast but he could take you around the world

ii. we don’t believe what’s on t.v. twenty one pilots // i need to know that when i fail you’ll still be here // what if my dream does not happen? would i just change what i’ve told my friends? // i don’t care what’s in your hair, i just wanna know what’s on your mind

iii. colours grouplove // i am a man man man man up up in the air and i run around round round round this town town and act like i don’t care // just know i’m just like you // it’s the colors you have, no need to be sad, it really ain’t that bad // we do it for love

iv. re-do modern baseball // i wanna start from the top // your unrequited love for life will surely - halt that, i’m thinking way too much // but i love loving, watching movies, sitting back and also breathing // oh the future freaks me out but i guess i could just curl up in a ball and think

v. i wanna get better bleachers // i hear the voice of a preacher from the back room calling my name // the love the love the love the love the love that i gave, wasted on a nice face // i chase that feeling of an eighteen year old who didn’t know what loss was, now i’m a stranger // i wanna get better

vi. shake me down cage the elephant // shake me down, not a lot of people left around // i have seen people walk into sea just to find memories // i don’t want to know the future, i’m like rolling thunder // even on a cloudy day i’ll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

vii. twin sized mattress the front bottoms // this is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames of my friends’ bodies // i will help you swim, i’m gonna help you swim // there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say // i wanna contribute to the chaos, i don’t want to watch and then complain … that is a decision that i have made

bonus happy track: take to the sky by owl city

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Can You See It?

Originally posted by gifsbangtan

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Soulmate!AU
Summary: Jungkook’s marking is leaked and out in the open for everyone to see. Everyone, including you.
Characters: Jungkook, Reader
Words: 6,363
Warnings: Swearing

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Stock only what you love.

This hobby can be incredibly addicting. Its easy to go overboard collecting tanks and fish. But everyone hits their limit at some point. Eventually you won’t be able to just get another tank, or you’ll get burned out on the hobby as a whole because you over did it and just aren’t invested enough in what put you over the edge.

Its easy to get into the mentality that you can do what you want with tanks just because you can. You have a spare tank lying around and see a cute fish at the store. You know you shouldn’t - you have too many tanks and they’re getting to be too much work. But you can, you’ve got everything you need to house this fish, and you figure you’ll just handle the maintenence later, so you do it.

Eventually you find yourself with too many tanks and too many fish. And you love all of these fish to some degree - but do you regret setting up that extra tank on a whim? Smuggling another one home you weren’t supposed to have?

I’ve hit that point before. I’ve had too many tanks, too many impulse buys, and most importantly - fish I was just not invested in enough.

I can think back to turning points in my time in this hobby, where I learned a lot and made major improvements in the care of my fish. And in every case, these things were prompted by a fish that I really, really loved. A fish that was a pure delight to watch.

One of the biggest turning points that I think a lot of even very experienced fish keeper miss is when I realized that I needed to rethink how I chose what fish I kept, and better manage my available tank space.

There are a lot of fish available to the hobby that I really like and would love to keep. If I came across them in the store, I’d probably be that person that gets really excited and bounces up and down at the sight of them. But when I find these fish, I’ve learned to take a step back and think about it.

First, do I even have tank space for them that would be appropriate long term housing? Not just a situation that is acceptable, but in the very best interests of this fish and any other existing fish it might be moving in with? I want to make sure my fish are always being given the best I can offer, that they don’t get a lower standard of care than my other animals because I put my wants (to have these fish) over their comfort.

Second, do I have quarantine space available? I am still planning to do that video on quarantine and acclimations that will explain this, but quarantine is really important for the health and wellbeing of your fish. I need to make sure I have both space for a permanent home and space for quarantine available when I bring them home, not just one or the other. (Especially not just quarantine, and I’ll figure out a real home later. I’m bad about this.)

And finally, the make or break question that I’ve learned to ask myself - is this the best use of my available space? I’ve realized that I can find a fish I love in the moment and bring it home, but when I have an opportunity to get something I’m much more interested in, I regret using up that tank space for a species that I am not quite as interested in. I keep lists of fish that I’d love to keep some day. Some are pipe dreams, some are more realistic. I don’t have to limit myself to fish on this list, I’m sure there are plenty of interesting fish that I’ve never encountered. But I have to love it at least as much as those fish. If I think to myself, “Would I rather use this space for X wishlist fish?” and the answer is yes, then I don’t get that fish.

This has helped cut down on my “multiple tank syndrome”, my impulse buys, and has kept me more invested in the tanks and fish I’m keeping now.

So only keep the fish you love the most, not what catches your eye in the moment. Make your hobby as rewarding as you can make it.

Lonely Blue Boy

ive been reading Hamlet in class, which is a really epic tragedy where everyone dies, and i thought of some langst stuff bc why not? So i decided to share my pain with you all! Hope you enjoy!(or not cuz ur hearts can break like mine) OHH and the name for this AU??, iguess, is caled “Lonely Blue Boy.”

*NOTE* i think this is going to be in parts cuz this is already long af and the dying part will come out later?? ii guess. 

*NOTE* Mhhhhh idk if i like it alot but i guess…. it was really hard for me to write it so bear with me!

  • Lance didn’t know, didn’t understand, didn’t comprehend how it had happened. He did however, understand that one moment everyone was fighting together. He understood that Keith was recklessly going into fights slashing and cutting every Galra in his way with Shiro calmly protecting him from any attacks that Keith wasn’t able to see. And Pidge, Pidge was sliding between Galra and electrocuting any who crossed their path with Hunk right behind them throwing off anyone who tried to go behind Pidge. And Lance? Lance was far away, but not too far, up in a tree, shooting anyone who dared get behind his team. He understood that he had to keep shooting and aiming and shooting and not paying attention to anything else. (bc who else could have their backs except their sharpshooter?) 
  • Which is why he didn’t understand how he ended up on the ground with his lungs struggling to breath and his ears ringing and his eyesight spotted and his whole body in pain. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t get up or why he couldn’t feel his leg. What had happened? He wasn’t able to hear. Why couldn’t he hear? Why did his throat hurt so much? Why couldn’t he feel his leg? Where were the others? What had happened? 
  • Lance was in a state between being conscious and unconscious. He tried so hard to stay awake but would succumb to the darkness. He couldn’t hear or see. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know what was happening around him. Where was Hunk? Why wasn’t he here? Why weren’t the others coming over? Didn’t they see that Lance was hurt? He didn’t know how long it had been since he fell. Was it minutes or hours? Did they forget about him? God, he hoped not, he thought as he passed out.
  • He woke up throwing up. He threw up until there was nothing else to throw up. After finishing his deed, he looked around and decided that the best thing to do was to drag himself up to a tree. Bad idea. As soon as he started to move, his head spinned and his eyesight got spotted. But he really needed to sit against a tree. Needed to see what was around him. Needed to see how injured he was. So slowly but surely he made his way to the neared the tree. It would have been much more easier if he could walk but at the moment he was sure that was not possible. After a few agonizing seconds, or minutes, Lance was leaning up against a tree. 
  • And god, was he in really bad shape. His leg. Dios Mio. His leg. Was his leg ever this flexible? Twisted at a totally not safe angle, his leg had a cut running from his mid thigh all the way to his lower calf. That was definitely the worst part of his injuries. Yeah he had other minor ones, including a concussion,maybe, but they weren’t nearly as bad as his leg. Lance tried his best to patch up his leg but just slightly touching it made him scream. Through the pain, Lance managed to somewhat patch up his leg to stop the bleeding. Once he was done, he passed out again. 
  • This time he woke up delirious and in pain. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Lance had waited. He waited and waited and waited. And while he waited, he noticed that the ringing in his ears had stopped. The ringing had stopped but it was eerily quiet around him. He still couldn’t hear. Were his eardrums busted? Or did he hit head too hard? He looked down to the patch on his leg and found it already covered in blood. He felt sick again. Where was everyone? What had happened? Were they okay? He was about to pass out again when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. He weakly scrambled for his bayard but the pain made it hard for him. So he resigned and looked up at the approaching figures. 
  • Allura and Coran. They were here. They came for him. But was it too late? Lance couldn’t hear what they were saying and could barely make out their faces. It hurt, alot. Everything hurt. All Lance wanted was to close his eyes. So he did. 
Saving Lives pt. 9 (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in this chapter)

Word Count: 4,895

Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom and meet someone you didn’t expect to meet again. (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)

A/N: omg I’m finally updating. I’ve been so excited to release this chapter but I’ve had trouble writing the smut part, oh btw there’s finally a smut part again! I feel like I’m not good at writing smut so please beware of some cringy shit. But anyways I hope ya’ll like it. Also, there’s a lot of medical terms so don’t worry if you don’t understand them, I don’t either and they’re not that important to the storyline. Oh and thank you so much to those of you who send me messages, I absolutely love receiving them. Shout out to that one anon that said he/she reads all my author’s notes, love ya! (photo credit to the owner)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

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Marry me? | Tom Holland

Request: Hey there!! I love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do one where Tom proposes to you in a really elaborate but sweet way? I’m in the mood for some fluff 😊😊

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Tom swore he read every article on how to propose. Every single thing he saw gave him ideas on how to propose, but he always deemed them too mundane for his angel. He went through every idea in his mind but nothing seemed good enough. He was slowly going insane and he so desperately wanted to tell you about it to calm him down but he obviously could not. “Hey, so I’m going mental trying to propose to you, have any suggestions?” Definitely not.

He knew you hated when he spent too much on you. Your humble personality always felt guilty spending his money but really, Tom never minded as long as he got to see your bright smile afterwards. He had to find the perfect middle ground, or at least to a point he deemed necessary. He knew you deserved only the best, and he was determined to give it to you, only he had no clue what it was.

He even went so far as to ask everyone you were close to, your friends, your family, your co-workers. He always ended up with half-baked ideas that he would forget by the time he started a new plan. How long had he been planning this proposal again? He sighed as he continued on his search for the perfect proposal all while you waited in the dark.

It took some time and loads of work but Tom had finally crafted the perfect proposal. Or at least, he tried. “Dude, what if she doesn’t like it? Is there still time to move it? Oh god, she’s going to say no,” he let out his frustration to Harrison who replied with, “Shut up Tom. She’s going to say yes. She loves you mate, big proposal or not. Plus you already booked those tickets.”

You would be lying if you said you were not a bit worried of Tom’s frantic state. You would notice him late at night pacing and muttering to himself and him having conversations with Haz that you could not hear. “It’s guy stuff, dicks and things.” You rolled your eyes at them but let it slip because you trusted them wholeheartedly. Plus, you would not forget the night you brought it up to Tom and he replied by pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. “It will make sense in a while. Just not now, but when it does, you’ll laugh the hardest you have ever.”

It was after a long day of work, your boss literally gave you three days worth of things to do and accomplish within the day. You lugged your tired body home and fell flat against the sofa. “No honey I’m home?” You heard your boyfriend tease. You groaned a reply into the throw pillow and he laughed before he stood you up. “Come on, I’ve run us a bath.”

After unwinding and spending too much time in the warmth of the bath, you and Tom got out and put on your comfiest pjs. Tom knew you loved his sweaters so he gave you his favorite one to wear for the night. He prepared your favorite food, with the help of your mum and his mum, and set it out like a picnic on your bed.

“Okay, what’s up? Why are you so romantic tonight?” You asked as you ate the last of your meal. He sent you the same smile he used when he asked you to be his girlfriend and laughed at your waiting face, “when you love someone like I do, you do everything you can to try and show them you love them.” “You’re such a cheeseball.” “Only for you,” he singsonged before leaning up to kiss you, which you gladly accepted.

“So, I’ve been thinking.” “That’s never good.” “Shut up. So Ive been thinking that we need a vacation.” “Tom, you know-” “Too late!” He dropped an envelope on your lap and ran out of the room. You knew getting up to fetch him would be no use so you opened the envelope and were met with two tickets to London and a letter. 

Dearest Y/N,

Hey love, I know how much you love your excuses but I promise I have taken care of everything already. Yes, everything. I had Harrison check. Here are two tickets to my hometown, a place that means a lot to me and to us. There’s a whole world of memories I wish to share with you, I figured what better place to start than London? (aside from our own home of course)

p.s. you can;t say no because i already bought tickets :)) love youuu

“So what do you say?” He said as he peeked his head back in your room. “Well you’ve left me no choice Holland.” You laughed as he started doing his “happy dance” he looked like a flailing chicken. He then attacked you on the bed, careful not to crush the tickets. “London, here we come.”

“Tom, seriously, all I want is to shower then sleep.” He shushed you as he continued to walk you into his house. He insisted on blindfolding you which confused you as you had been to his house multiple times already. “Tom, I swear if I fall on my face, I’m taking you down with me.” He laughed but continued further into his house with a finger to his lips. He slowly let go and you reached out to him. “Tom?”

When you were met with silence, you untied the blindfold and let it fall. In front of you was the love of your life down on one knee with a smile as bright as the sun itself, it was a smile he only reserved for you. Your eyes widened and your heart rate quickened, he’s proposing, he’s proposing, he’s- he grabs your hand and suddenly you’re back on Earth staring into his eyes.

“Y/N, love, there is so much I want to say but not enough time nor words to say them. I truly believe I am the luckiest man alive, or rather who ever lived. And there’s one reason, one person, one amazing human being, that made that happen. She is the light of my life. I honestly don’t know how I lived without her because she’s the first and last thing on my mind every single day. When I feel like giving up, or like the world is against me, just knowing that she’ll be there when I get home gets me through. When I feel sad or down, seeing her smile would instantly brighten my mood. Suddenly with her, the future wasn’t so scary anymore. My future became our future and I cannot imagine it any other way. They say love is a funny thing and that it’s all some social construct, but how can you explain the feeling of being so content and enamoured with one person that it physically hurts when you’re apart? She is my air, my lifeline, my endgame. She’s my best friend, my rock, my universe, and someday hopefully my wife. It’s you. It’s always been you. There will never be another you. There’s nothing in this world or any world I would rather do than grow old with you, Y/N. I love you when you’re all dressed up showing off your perfect body. I love you when you’re dressed like this in sweats and flight hair. I love you when you wake up and when you fall asleep and everything in between. I love you so much that this little speech does not even begin to scratch the surface of everything I have yet to say. But I’m cutting it short because I know that there will be another time. 

Will you marry me?”

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Hope you liked it! I’m sorry it’s not so elaborate (I got carried away and figured my original plan was too long to be one imagine) but I really enjoyed writing this!
 I probably will do a part two about everything Tom had planned for them soon ;)

2P!Russia Boyfriend Headcanons

((okay ive gotten  shit ton of passive aggressive asks for him and china and romano they’re cOmIng PatienNce ples. ))


  • hi hello is this thing on yes thaNK YOU WELCOME FOLKS
  • TO THE BRAGINSKY BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS *eight grader airhorn
  • app*
  • okay it jus one boy
  • ur boi
  • ;)))))))))
  • VIKTOR BRAGINSKY
  • wowie what a man
  • such a tol boi i mean are you short????
  • are you tall??
  • it doesn’t matter
  • he;ll do it all
  • like i can see him in sweater vests and button ups and his lil scarf for some reason just with you on his shoulders mounting a paper plate on the wall because he’s fucking weird as hecke
  • oKAY SORRY GETTING OFF TOPIC AGAIN
  • ALRIGHT
  • SO
  • YOU GOT A RUSSIAN BITCH BABY
  • he wont cry if you call him that dont worry he isn’t a shark he’ll just snark
  • WOO ON PAR WITH THE RHYMES TODAY I AM A RAP GODD KACHOW
  • he m e mes im so sorry,,,,,
  • like he’s such a fucking dad it’s never funny they’re all from 2009 and you’re probably cringing but he thinks its funny and he doesn’t have a visible sense of humour so you chuckle and tell him that that cat in the ceiling is hilarious
    - “how did he get up there heh sillyy cat”  
     " :,<)) gee bab e i dunno aha h ahA" *scrapes teeth along cheese grater*
  • i havent even explained oh me oh m y
  • dearest apologies friends
  • viktor is seen by most as tall, dark, and mysterious (spoiler: he is),,,
  • i see him, also, as this , like, almost snobby quiet guy?? that was brought up sheltered from the outside world?? ya dig??
  • like
  • he doesn’t suck a whole bunch, he’s just inexperienced
  • he loves to read and write and is a pacifist ((so you could sayy,,,, he wanted to write, not fight,,,, ive already made three im so sorry))
  • so,,, he does not want to fight with you, eve r
  • but he will not hesitate to tell you if he doesn’t like something you’re doing
    - my dude doesn’t have time for fuckery
    - unless it’s meant to be fun
    - like,,,
    - he doesn’t want to be mean, but he doesn’t like that you are being mean, ya dig??????
  • anyway
  • so the dude is like Ivan, just harder??? like physically and emotionally
  • he’s been very distanced from people his whole life, so he comes off as rather blunt, crude, and cold,,
  • m'bOI DOESNT WANT TO SCARE YOU OFF WITH HIS INTIMIDATING AURA;;;
  • HE WANTS UR LUV
    UR LUV IS HIS DRUG
  • im sorry it’s not 2011 anymore someone drag me from this pit
  • he is like francois and kuro;;;;; he likes romanticism
  • he also likes quiet
  • so gentle, quiet dates at home are his favourite
  • he isn’t one for social interaction,,,
  • but if you really wanna, then he will go !
  • he really likes ballet and opera and classy things
  • my dude will d r a g you to recitals and performances all the time
  • he’s a theater nerd
  • HE’S LIKE THAT ONE DRAMA KID NO ONE EXPECTED
  • you can hear him humming to les mis while he reads and francois hating the room a little bit less because of it
  • i feel like he’s actually so ripped but if his skin touched sunlight he would be banished to sibera
    - welcome home comrade
  • he likes,, soft
    - if you have a soft body he has a new pillow and a lead head
    - rip @ur thighs they are asleep
  • he and francois go to poetry slams often and he wants you to come too so he knows someone
  • he will lift you
  • unexpectedly
  • anywhere
  • if you are in the way you’re on the ceiling now bye
    like,,, you are i n the spot he needs to vaccuum at that exact second right then all the time what the hecke he just mopped and you’re s t an di n g
    i n
    th e f ll oor with your s OCKs
  • yOU were just in the Ga Ra ge you H e ck  Er
  • you’re on the chandelier now
  • no you’re not he needs to dust up there get down what the fuck e
    Swifter no Sweeping™ !!
  • he is ur mom and ur dad
  • did u do ur laundry?????????????? no?????????????? good he already did like seven weeks ago catch the fuck up
    “honey where are the ??? bills???”
    “i did them approximately eighteen billion years ago? get on my level?”
  • he speaks to you *and only you* in a friendly joking way
  • he speaks fluent sarcasm to everyone
    - if you aren’t familiar with the language you will be the first day into the relationship
  • t o u c h this boy he needs your touch like he needs a  i  r
  • he will most likely complain but he is a dirty liar
  • the dude’s hair is messy 24/7 but it looks  so,,, good,,,,

  • he’s an early riser but hates waking up which is The Worst™
    - he’s got breakfast ready at 3AM tho

  • read to him! he will Die

  • if you know russian he will never speak english to you again it’s settled
    -if you don’t you will never speak english again it’s settled, he’s teaching
    boy howdy would he be a sexy teacher holy fuck

  • i feel like his ass is so firm it could crush coconuts between its cheeks
    - its its own entity

  • he unfortunately is good friends with Zao and is unfortunately dragged on unfortunate events all the time, unfortunately,,,
    - save him
    - he is a cry for help

  • he goes on trips a lot and no on knows why? like sometimes he’s gone and then he’s back and everyone is like????? where go??
    - “i was in wales. doing things.”
    “hey sorry im late i didnt want to come”

  • he sometimes calls you in the middle of the night when he wakes up from a nightmare, but most of the time if you dont answer he’ll just listen to your voicemail so he knows you’re still there

  • aAAAAAAA WHAT A SALTY BEAN

  • he gives a good ol’ massage
    - not the most empathetic but he isn’t apathetic either, he just isn’t the best comforter

  • i feel like he is vladimir putin and leisurely rides bears with matt

  • i dont understand him at all like he will be crying in his bathtub, bottle of whiskey and pure vodka mixed, watching Barbie in the Pink Shoes one second and on top of the empire state building with three pitbull bodyguards and a Gucci cigar
    - i don’t eventhink those exist but he has one??? he doesn’t even smoke that often??

  • looks super cute baking muffins in a pink apron at 4pm on a Tuesday

  • looks super cute gutting a fish on a rock in the siberian tundra at 4am on a Thursday

  • he always wears longsleeves but looks SO GOOD in short sleeves or tanks like FUCK

  • his sweaters hide his secrets but you can wear them so you know he used to want to be a cowboy when he was seven and b o u g h t a wax replica of indiana jones for his collection

  • he looks so damn good in a suit holy shit

  • i feel like he’s a tailor but only for dolls, its cute
    - he will make you origami things all the time idk why he is so good at them tho

  • he’ll wrap the two of you in a blanket burrito on a hot day and refuse to let go
    “get off my lawn”

  • youre dating a grandpa

  • he is kinda a sugar daddy tho, but he’s reserved and doesn’t wave it because he is an Adult McGrownUp

  • actually is probably a traffic conductor in his spare time, but only in andorra? on the weekends? that’s probably where he actually is

  • viktor lOves tobe called vitya and its probably as good as a daddy kink

  • clevverr, clevverrr boi

  • hs is a Good Boi i promise

  • will be ur angle or ur dev i l tho ;))

  • just ask and he’s urs

  • VIKTOR BRAGINSKY FOLKS

THE TRAUMA OF LIVING

I: when I was almost three years old my Baby Brother was born. He was sick, not expected to live past the first year, if he even made it that long. While he did, and then some, his life created an absence in mine. Mama stayed with him those first three years of his life, over the course of 20+ hospital admissions. Daddy had to work to pay the bills. I was shuffled. Various homes of family and family friends were second, third, fourth, fifth homes to me. I was always second best.

II: it didn’t hit me until years later. Maybe it shouldn’t matter to me, but it does. We moved down south, my Mama, Brother and me. Daddy was supposed to join us. I only really remember him visiting once, maybe twice. I suppose it could have happened more. I do remember how excited I was. I learned the reason we moved was because Daddy’s job at the mill didn’t look so stable and Mama found work three states away, and he was supposed to look down there too. I don’t think he did. We moved back half a year later. When I think back, I can’t help but feel like I wasn’t enough to make Dad stay. I wasn’t enough to make him follow.

III: parents announce their separation after bringing me home early from my best friend’s 9th birthday party. I am outraged, but deep inside, not surprised. Their anger always did hang heavy in the air. The holes in the kitchen walls said a lot. I blamed myself. If I had been a better kid. If I had been happier. If I had been more, more anything Good… I know now that that doesn’t matter. I felt better when Dad rented a house 4 houses down, as opposed to a few towns away, like later on. It always felt safer with him around even when looking back, it seemed like he hardly ever was.

IV: Dad gets hurt at work. He gets laid off. He moves back in with Mom, has surgery, has a place to stay and recover. He gets better. Finds a job. Mom moves to another state. Takes Baby Brother with her. Better services there. I was already angry from years before. She left me for him those first few years. I never realized how angry I was until I was an adult. I tried my best not to see her for years. Avoidance at almost all costs. She left me again. I’m still second best.

V: Boy tells me he loves me. Boy fills my head with lies. Tells me he loves me. Tells me he lied. Lied. Lied. Lied. Leaves. Comes back. Tells me he loves me. Promises me the world. Lies. All lies. Loves me. Loves me. Explodes. Tells me he doesn’t love me, never did. Leaves. He’s not even dust in the wind. I think he was a ghost. I don’t think I ever really knew him. I don’t think the Boy I knew was real. But he took so much of me with him.

VI: different Boy. Warms my heart. Makes me feel something. Made me think I mattered. Boy’s mother loves me. Boy tells me he loves me. I believe him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Wanting to feel wanted. Wanting to matter for once. Boy leaves bruises. Boy scares me. Boy makes me feel trapped. I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I need to be Something. Boy is always mad. Always accusing. I can’t look anyone in the eye. I don’t exist in just a few short months. Boy gives me a split lip. Apologizes. Tells me it was my fault. I now Know. It is Time. It takes time. All the courage I ever had. I look Boy in the eyes. Tell him I am Done. I walk away shaking. Boy finds new Girl a week later. I unravel.

VII: I have moved houses, not Home. With Mama and Brother, with Help I desperately needed. I cannot handle myself. I cannot breathe. I am Too Much. I have always been. I left myself somewhere. I don’t know where to find Her. Can I ever find Her? Can I ever be Whole?

VIII: another Boy, months and months later. Looks at me like I hung the stars in the sky. Like a blind man seeing the sun. Like I meant something. Boy remembers how many freckles I had in kindergarten. Boy opens up to me. Kisses me so hard I forget how to breathe. So different than Boy I dated last. Didn’t leave bruises. Didn’t leave blood. I didn’t flinch when he touched me. I blink. Boy is gone. Bridge is burned. I’m left wondering what it is about me that makes everyone leave so quickly. Why am I never enough?

IX: graduated. Adult. College in the fall, part time. Faking ‘til I make it. Hometown for the summer. Reconnect with a different Boy. Drive around all night, footprints and tire treads all over the city limits.  Kiss him by the creek and almost fall, I’m so scared. I’ve been shaking. I don’t think I ever stopped. So scared of Touch. Scared of Everything. I’m always flinching. Afraid to keep it moving. Boy stops talking to me. I knew it was done the last time I kissed Him. I was Too Much. I will always be. Too Damaged. Never had a chance. I can’t be Something.

X: I am angry. Angry at everything I Was, everything I Could Be. I am hollow and on fire at all times. Seen too many hospital walls. Felt too much. Felt nothing. Felt everything. Upside down. Stalled out on a racing freeway. I do not know anything. Nothing but Destruction. I will burn Me to the ground.

XI: another reconnection. Nice Boy. Leaves. I should have known. Sleep with Hometown Boy because I’m angry. I want to Feel something. Anything. I want to be Useful. What does mattering feel like? Nice Boy comes back. Leaves. Enter Hometown Boy. Fuck. Here comes Nice Boy. I am safe with him under the stars. I can breathe. I am free. God, I’m so In Love. Safe. Safe. Safe. I’m not holding my breath, but I should. Nice Boy leaves, for good. A month late. Near asphyxiated. It was not positive. He doesn’t care that I loved him. He never told me what went wrong. I know I was the Problem. I always am. I always am.

XII: cue Hometown Boy. Let me fuck my sorrows away. I’m under the influence nearly every day for 3 straight months. I am Empty and I am Blank. Only good for being used. It is better than nothing. I cannot let myself Feel. I cannot Fall again. I faltered. Hometown Boy sometimes looked at me like I meant something to him. Said things that made me wonder. Kissed me softly some days. I lost myself again. More hospital walls. One month behind them. Venture out into the world. Hometown Boy is married now. I didn’t know… He never said a thing. I was a Fool.

XIII: I am drunk. I am A Drunk. I am swallowing sadness by the bottle. Trying to find meaning. Trying to hold onto something. Trying to pretend I am something besides miserable. Let me feel. Let me feel. Let me self-destruct some more. I don’t want to exist. It hurts. All I know how to do is hurt and I don’t know why. I cannot get my act together. I cannot give up the only thing I know how to be. I don’t know how to be anything but Nothing.

XIV: I’m seeking something in all the wrong ways. I am drinking. I am smoking. I am in the woods. With Him. Danger Boy. Red hot, flashing light, warnings, NO NO NO, but I go anyway. I am fine. I am laughing. I am spinning. Oh my god my head, my body. Danger Boy is above me, lips touching me. I am Scared. What is happening? Everything is black. There is a Void. I am in Dad’s living room. I do not know how I got there. Mama walks through the door. She looks tired. Dad looks angry. I am scared. I look at the clock. How many hours can pass without memory? I have never blacked out like this, no. I am standing upright and suddenly I can See. I can’t bring myself to say that four letter word.

XV: I can say it now. It is a word that tastes like fear. Like 4:36 pm panic attacks in the sun. Like blood from a wound. Like smoke. I shake. I am a Watcher. I can never stop. Can never be vulnerable. Can never let my guard down. Can never be made a Fool again. Can’t drive certain streets without holding my breath. Can’t stop at hometown stoplights without waiting for the Grim Reaper. Trying to find hope. Trying to be Something. I cannot be Nothing. I was born to Live and that I must do. I cannot be held down. The world cannot drown me. I will prevail. I must. I can be Everything. I at least have to try.

—  THE TRAUMA OF LIVING- Michelle Bishop
I Can Tell (George Weasley x Reader)

A request❤ thank you so much, it was such a good idea. Here u go!

“How much should the puking pastilles be?” “Um, five gallons. They take sickles to make, so we’ll make major profit!” George answered his brother.

The fire blazed in the Gryffindor common room, the twins sat on the overstuffed couch, Fred with a quill and pad.

“How about for canary-”

Fred was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They simultaneously looked up to see the culprit. It was Alicia Spinnet. She was standing awkwardly, and waiting expectantly.

“Um, Hello Alicia, can we help you?” asked George. “Yes, Fred, I was wondering if you’d go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?” This seemed like a nice proposition, the thing was she was staring straight at George.

“Actually, I’m George. That’s Fred”

She didn’t look phased. “Oops, well do want to?” she asked again with a smile, still looking at George. George turned to look at his twin, his eyebrows knotting together. “But I’m Fred” Fred said defensively. “I mean it doesn’t really matter” Alicia chuckled. “Are one of you going to take me?” “No” the twins said firmly. Alicia sighed and walked away, up to the girls dorm. “Is she mad?” George asked irritated.

“C'mon Georgie, we are identical”

“Yeah, but even after I told her that you’re Fred she still asked me, like it didn’t make a difference either way!” George shouted, his face started getting red with anger. “Calm down, does it really bother you that much?” Fred asked. “It’s that, this is the 5th time this week people have mistaken us then not cared. It’s like they think we’re the same person or something!” George stood, pacing back and forth. “How about, I finish this and you go to bed” proposed Fred. “No, I’m fi-” “George, go to bed” George bite his lip, not wanting Fred to win, but then gave up and walked toward the boys dorm. “Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” yelled Fred after him. “Shut up” George grumbled with a starting up the stairs.

Next morning

“So, class or Black Lake with Lee?” Fred asked his brother, using his hands to weight the two options. They were walking down the corridor. It was cleared out, due to the fact that class was about to begin. “Oh, wow. Freddie that’s a tough choice” George sighed dramatically. “You know how much I adore Snape, but I’m afraid I’ll have to choose-” he was cut off when somebody darted around the corner and collided with him. They hit the ground with a thump. George felt the wind get knocked out of his chest.

“Oh, Merlin! I’m so, so sorry. I-I’ve never been this late to class before”

George looked down at a girl he’s had never seen before, in red and gold robes. She scrambled up, and was brushing herself off. But, George couldn’t move. He was pushed up on his elbows and was staring at the girl. He tried to fill his lungs with air again but she knocked it right back out of him. Everything blurred, except her face.

It was sunny and beautiful, he’d never seen one like it. ‘Why does she look so concerned?’ He thought, he then noticed her mouth was moving. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Are you okay?” She said louder. “Oh, uh.. yeah I’m-I’m fine” he said quickly standing, not taking his eyes off her.

“Are you?”

“Yeah, well I’m officially late to class. I guess Professor Trelawny can tell me how I’m gonna die some other day.” She said giggling. George finally pulled his eyes from her and looked over at his brother, who was already looking at him with knowing eyes and a smirk.

“Well, I guess I’ll head back to the common room, sorry again.”

She started to walk past them. Realizing that she was leaving George stammered “Wait, what’s your name?” She turned back around to face them. “(Y/N)” ’(Y/N)’ he thought, 'that’s perfect’ “And you’re George right?” She asked. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know that?” George asked, confused. “I don’t know, lucky guess I suppose.” She turned again to head to the common room. “Wait” Fred spoke up. “Yeah?” (Y/N) turned laughing.

“How would you like to accompany my brother, Lee Jorden, and I to the Black Lake. I mean, instead of sitting in the common room alone.”

(Y/N) looked uncertainty at them. “We’re a bloody good time” George added, smiling. (Y/N) thought for a moment, swaying back and forth “sure, why not?” She finally said, shrugging. “Alright, let’s go!” Fred said, offering his arm, which she took and they started off toward the lake. “You comin’, Georgie?” asked Fred over his shoulder. George shook away the cloudiness in his head. “Yeah, I’m coming” he said with a smile.

—Time skip—- 3 months—

“Morning, (Y/N)” said Fred cheerfully as he and George sat at across from her at breakfast. “Morning, Fred” she said back, her smile dropped when she saw George’s disgruntled face.

“You okay?”

George just grunted as he started to pile bacon on his plate. (Y/N) looked back at Fred, eyebrows raised. He sighed, “Georgie here got upset because Lee got us confused” (Y/N)’s jaw dropped “Lee got you confused?”

“Yeah, I mean It doesn’t bug me but, it does George”

George slammed his fist on the table. “It’s not that he got us confused, it’s that he didn’t care when I corrected him!” George yelled as he stood, drawing the attention of the entire great hall. He huffed and walked out. (Y/N) looked wide eyed at Fred who looked shocked as well. She stood
and quickly followed after him. “George, George!” she yelled until he stopped at turned to her. He was panting with anger “George, calm down, love. Calm down” she told him, her hands gently in his shoulders. “I-I just-” (Y/N) brought her hand to his cheek, causing him to freeze. “Tell me why it upsets you so much” she asked, looking up into his eyes. He took a deep breath.

“It makes me feel like I’m Fredandgeorge not just George, like I don’t have my own personality and no one cares.”

“I care” (Y/N) said “a lot.” “Well, you’ve never mistaken us.” said George, then thought about what he just said, (Y/N) never had mistaken him, not even once. “How do you do that?” He asked, squinting at her. “Tell you two apart?” she asked, smiling. He nodded. (Y/N) thought for a moment. “Let’s walk” she said nodding toward the corridor. She took his hand, and lead him around the corner to where she ran into him 3 months ago. “So?” George asked, eyebrows raised. She took a deep breath. The sunrise made her skin glow, her (y/e/c) eyes were bright. “I’ve been able to tell you two apart since I’ve known you” she said looking out at the pink sky. “It means a lot to me” George said, not being able to take his eyes off her. “To be honest, when I look at you my heart beats, um.. faster than normal” she was looking down at her hands, George couldn’t believe it, she actually liked him. “That’s all?” He asked with a smirk. “You’re more handsome” she said biting her lip. He saw a blush of pink appear on her cheeks.

“Really?”

His smirk turned into a smile. “And you’re funnier”

“Am I?”

He felt the heat appear on his cheeks as well. “You’re more kind” (Y/N) started getting closer and closer to George until they were nose to nose. He could feel her warm breath on his lips and couldn’t control himself anymore. He leaned down and kissed her. It was soft and much too fast for his taste, she pulled back. “Do you you really like me?” She asked, brows furrowed.

“No”

George smirked, her eyes went wide “Oh uh-” “Ive been madly in love with you since the second I saw your face.” (Y/N) laughed as he brought both hands to grab his face a kiss him, it was rough and passionate. He moved her against the corridor wall. She licked his lower lip, causing him to moan.

His tongue explored her mouth. It was so sweet, he’d been waiting for this moment for months. He then realized he needed air and reluctantly pulled away. “You feel better now?” she asked, giggling. “Better than ever.” He said before pecking her nose.

Stripped (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2190
Warnings: None, language maybe? It’s fluff right now I guess, eventual smut so NSFW 18+ please!

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent working undercover in a strip club whose owner is involved with organized crime. When you find out he might be in talks with HYDRA Bucky is brought in to help.

A/N: So this is the first fic I wrote. I was too shy to post it here at first but @marvelous-fvcks gave me some encouragement, so thank you! :) The whole thing is on ao3 but I’ll be posting the chapters every other day or so. Thanks for reading!


You impatiently wait for your coffee to finishing brewing. You slump over the countertop pressing your aching, heavy head on the cool granite. You’ve had less than 3 hours of sleep and you really regret having to be up right now. You struggle to keep your tired eyes open. You shuffle your way towards the cabinet and grab a large mug, pouring your much needed boost of liquid energy.

For the last few months you’ve been working undercover for SHIELD. You work nights at a local strip club; waking up in the early afternoon and usually passing out as the sun begins to rise. You are good at being undercover. You can seamlessly blend in to new scenarios but your eyes and ears are always open. If anyone asked why you began stripping your back story is that your ex trashed your credit before dumping you and you needed to make some cash quickly to pay your debt. Your new boss, Anthony Martucci had given you the slower nights to start. When he saw the amount of private dances you were booking he adjusted your schedule. Prime nights meant prime clients and that is exactly why you were there.

The Martucci family is notorious in the world of organized crime. SHIELD began investigating them when some associates of theirs were found smuggling weapons that bared a strong resemblance to old HYDRA weapons from the 1940s. It took some time to get Anthony to trust you but your patience paid off. He let you into his private office, a privilege only a few girls have had. He liked the way you mixed his drinks but even more so, he loved watching you make them. He was handsy every now and then and you were thankful he never took it too far. A few nights ago you were in his office when you heard the magic word… HYDRA. His associate was talking louder than he intended thanks to your potent cocktails. He mentioned a contact would be coming to the club soon for business.  

You told your director what you overheard and she went right to work making arrangements for a suitable partner to help now that HYDRA has been confirmed. This is why you were awake at this ungodly hour. Bucky Barnes is on his way to the apartment you’ve been living in while on assignment. Yawning again, you pour another cup of coffee. You look at the clock and see almost an hour has passed. You wish you knew he was going to be late so you could have slept a little longer. Feeling the hunger pang of your mostly empty stomach you pour a bowl of cereal and begin to eat. You sit at the counter staring mindlessly at your tablet, catching up on some reading, while your hand robotically brings the spoon to the bowl and back up to your mouth and down again. You were zoned out and unaware that a key was put in the front door, the knob turning. You were caught off guard as the front door opened and Bucky walked in.

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