my family found me in the morning and woke me up and i was sitting on the counter

Magnus groaned as the pop song he was currently using as a ring tone woke him from what had been a much needed deep sleep. He reached blindly for the phone, cursing as he knocked several items off of his night stand in the process.

“What?” He demanded, when he finally brought the phone to his ear. He rolled over in the bed and reached for Alexander. His fingers found cold sheets at the same time Caterina’s panicked voice filled his ears.

“Magnus, Madzie is missing.”

“What?” He sat upright in bed, his heart starting to beat faster. “What do you mean she’s missing?”

“She was here last night. I tucked her in to bed myself and made sure that she was asleep. But when I woke up this morning to check on her, she was gone.”

“Damn it,” Magnus got out of bed, nearly tripping over his own feet in his hurry to get to his closet. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

“Magnus, don’t panic-”

“Don’t panic! Caterina, there is powerful young warlock missing! One who, might I add, was used by Valentine to murder, kidnap, and do God knows what else. She is probably terrified and the Clave is probably searching for her. And you want me not to panic?!”

Caterina sighed., knowing that there was no use in arguing, especially when she agreed. “I’ll check down town. Call me if you find anything? ”

“Of course.” Magnus hung up. He heard ceramic clacking together in the kitchen and froze. Alec was not going to like this at all.

Magnus briefly considered not telling Alexander anything, but shoved the thought away. That wouldn’t be right. Alec cared very deeply for this child, he would want to help look for her. Magnus sighed and walked out of the bedroom, preparing himself for what he was going to have to say.


He stopped in his tracks as he took in the scene before him. Alexander was adding pancakes to a large stack on a platter on the counter. Madzie was sitting on one of the barstools, pouring a large quantity of syrup onto the pancacks on the plate in front of her. Alec looked at Magnus, then turned to Madzie.

“I need to talk Magnus for a minute, okay, Madzie? You eat your breakfast.”

The girl nodded and speared a piece of pancake with her fork before popping it into her mouth. Alec smiled at her before walking over to Magnus and pulling him into their room again.



“There’s a child in our kitchen.”


“Care to explain?” Alec ran a hand through his hair.

“Madzie had a nightmare last night. She told me that she was really scared and that she opened a portal to find me. She has no idea how she ended up here, in this apartment, since she’s never been here before. But she said that she knew she wanted me and that she knew the portal would get her to me. ”

“But my wards…”

“I don’t know, Mags. I think she’s more powerful than any of us ever thought.”

“What are we going to do?” Alec gave him a small smile.

“Magnus, I think you know already.”

Magnus blinked. Was Alec really saying what he thought he was? Did he want to take Madzie in, raise her, with Magnus?

“Are you sure?” Magnus asked.

“She’s very powerful,” Alec said again. “But she’s got no idea how to control herself yet. Who better to teach her than the High Warlock of Brooklyn himself? Plus, she needs people who care about her to raise her. I think we’re the best ones for that.”

Magnus pulled Alec in and kissed him deeply. Alec smiled against his mouth.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” Magnus warned him.

“I know,” Alec told him. “But it’s going to be worth it.”

Magnus hugged him tightly. All of the things he had wanted for so, so long were suddenly coming to him. A true love, a child, a place where he truly belonged.

“Let’s go take care of our daughter,” Magnus smiled.

He made a mental note to text Caterina after breakfast, as he and Alec walked back into the kitchen, hand in hand.

Two Strangers : Coffee & Cuddles

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings)
Pairing: Ivar/Reader
Warnings: N/A
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Because shy, sweet Modern!Ivar is too cute not to love. 

Read:  Two Strangers ,   Two Strangers: Take You Home &  Two Strangers : Doubts

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Jughead Jones x Reader: Seniors with Jr’s

Can you do an imagine we’re the reader and jughead are dating and they have their own place but still go to high school and the reader is pregnant and there’s a lot of fluff when the baby comes

A/N: This one was interesting to write only because I have vowed to myself to never have children (My opinion only, everyone has their own), but my sister is pregnant so I see pregnancy firsthand at the moment and I have had young friends and family get pregnant throughout their high school years, so I hope I did justice to the person who wanted it and the readers. Coming up with the title was a little tough, but I think it’s cute, hopefully you can enjoy the pun in it. 

Words: 1400

Summary: Jughead x Reader are with child juggling life in high school.
Spoilers: There will be a Jughead Jr (Girl/Boy you decide) in this fanfic world. 

Warnings: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss… lol ok I’m done.

It was your senior year in Riverdale High and you had been going out with infamous, brooding writer Jughead Jones The Third. You two were madly in love, but your parents didn’t approve of the relationship that much. By sophomore year you knew about Jughead’s family problems and homelessness, so you both found jobs. You worked at Pops as a waitress and after they tore down the Twilight Drive-In Jughead found a job at the comic store and you guys made enough to move into an apartment at Riverdale. The landlord knew both of since you were small, so he cut your bills and gave you leeway in your payments since he now knew about your condition. You were pregnant and soon the world would be blessed with a baby mixed yours and Jughead’s genes.

It had been a rough last couple of months since you were bound to pop in a week from now. The teachers at school helped you by giving your work to Jughead or your friends to take home so you could rest.

You hadn’t talked to your parents since you moved out and that devastated you, but you loved Jughead and as hard as the decision was, you had to choose to follow your future. They knew you got pregnant and soon they began to ignore your phone calls altogether. You missed them dearly and the occasional talking you had over the phone, but when you revealed to them you were expecting; the phone was no longer answered.

“Hey Babe” Jughead called out as you left your thoughts “Betty, Arch, Ron, and Kevin are coming over later to see you” he pointed out as he got near you to plant you a kiss.

“How was your day at school sweetheart?” You mocked Jughead with a smirk on your face.

“If you must know, Fridays are a good day because that means I come home to you” Jughead replied to you while sitting next to you on the couch and taking your hand “and I don’t have to deal with those neanderthals for two days” he says while planting a kiss on your palm and rubbing his palm on your baby bump.

Later there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” Jughead spoke and you smiled.

“Hey Guys!” you called out from the couch.

“Oh my god (Y/N) look at your belly!” Betty called out “You’re glowing.”

“I can’t believe we are going to become aunts” Veronica praised.

“Whatever, everyone know I’m going to be the cool uncle” Kevin declared.

“Where do I put the bags?” Archie questioned as they left him alone with the goodies, they were going to cook in a while.

“Just put them on the counter Arch” Jughead answered, so he did and went near you.

“Jesus, (Y/N) you are going to have a mini you and Jug and it’s just hitting me” Archie remembered as he motioned to you if he could touch you baby bump and you nodded.

“It moved, I bet you it just high fived me, see it prefers me” Archie declared.

“I’m pretty sure it will prefer me any day Arch” Jughead spoke out and the whole room started laughing.

You helped Betty prep the dinner, chicken parmesan with pasta on the side. 

As you all gathered around the table you ate, and laughed. You couldn’t help but smile at the wonderful friends who had become your family. Though you frowned at that thought, you tried shaking it off, but Betty caught it.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Is the baby kicking hard?” She asked as she put her hand against your belly and gave you questioning look.

“You guys are amazing” you called out, “you guys are now the only family I have left” you lamented while squeezing Jughead’s hand.

They all gave you a smile as they stood up and gave you and Jughead a group hug.

The next morning you woke up to Jughead getting dressed.

“Hey Jug, I didn’t know you had work today” you stated trying to get up as he helped you up.

“They called a while ago, need me to come in, I said yes because we need the money” He answered you with a smile on his face.

“Okay, babe, have a good day” you replied kissing his cheek on your way to the bathroom to wash your teeth.

“You two babe” Jughead smiled and gave you a kiss on your forehead and one on you belly as he exited the apartment.

Little did you know, since he saw you miserable yesterday when you mentioned family, he went out to talk to your parents.

“Hell- o” your father stated as he opened the door revealing Jughead.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N), I was just wondering if I could talk to you and your wife real quick” Jughead responded.

Your father opened the door and motioned Jug inside.

“Who was that honey?” Your mother asked as she stepped out of the kitchen to unveil Jughead.

“Jughead would like to speak with us (Y/M/N)” as he leaded Jughead and your mom to the living room.

“What do you need to say Jughead” your father recalled.

“(Y/N) is due next week, and she really misses you guys” Jughead let out “I know, I know you guys didn’t approve of us and now she is pregnant and that probably doesn’t help, but” Jughead was cut off by your mom.

“Jug, I know my daughter loves you, and I can see you love her back; but she is the one that decided to leave and get knocked up” She spilled.

“I see that Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), but I just wanted to come and say is that she loves you guys and when you are ready to come back into her life we will be waiting with our arms wide open” Jughead reassured them as he walked towards the door and your father followed suit.

“Take care of our baby girl Jug” your father requested as he moved his hand towards Jughead to shake and Jughead shook it and nodded leaving your old home.

As he was opening the door to the apartment you surprised him.

“Jughead! Where were you?!” you yelled “I called work and they said you weren’t there” you questioned.

“Oh- oh- my god (Y/N), you were due next week, I am so sorry!” he protested grabbing your hand and taking you to the car because your water just broke.
“Where are you going Jug?” You asked him as he was making his way back to the apartment.

“To get the baby stuff” he proposed.

“Oh Jug” you smiled “The stuff is already in the car, now get in” you pointed out, so he did and drove you to the hospital.

Soon they got you into a room, and Jughead called all your friends.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby (Girl/Boy you decide).

“Look at what we made Juggie” you exulted as he kissed you in the lips.

“Where were you today Jug?” you questioned him again as your friends entered your room to see the baby.

“Oh my god!” Veronica and Betty praised.

“I want to carry it first” all your friends rejoiced in sync and you smiled and you all chuckled which soon was interrupted as your parents came in the room.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked your parents as they closed the door to your room and Betty took the baby in her hands and all your friends frowned at her.

“Jug went to talk to us this morning” your mother answered and you turned to look at Jug and smiled at him and mouthed a ‘thank you’ at him as he took your hand and smiled back.

“We didn’t want to be the terrible parents who gave up on our daughter who moved on with her life for someone she really loves and is going to start her new family with” your mother continued.

“I am not giving you up that easily (Y/N/N)” your dad finished as they both went up to you and hugged you and pecked a kiss on your cheeks.

“How did you know I had the baby already?” You commented.

“You have wonderful friends” your father clarified as you turned at your friends who had smiles plastered on their faces and you couldn’t believe the people you had been blessed with.

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz


Summary: Sam starts having visions again as you get closer to the demon, and John doesn’t take it well. Dean has reservations about you going into the fight, which ends in an argument.
Words: 5.3k
Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Warnings: aggressive confrontations

Beta: @blacksiren
A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here

Your name: submit What is this?

Your sleep was restless, dreams of the demon haunting you for the first time in weeks.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your heart pounding in your chest as you took deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You rolled over in Dean’s arms, gently placing your hand to his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm and finding comfort in the steady rhythm.

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Fluff Month Day 24 - "Wrong Number"

Pairing/Characters: Marinette & Adrien
Set before Adrien’s first day of school. (Aka umbrella scene)

Beep beep!

Marinette groaned, rolling over in her loft to blindly pat around for her phone. She must have fallen asleep with it in her hand last night because the beeping had come from right next to her ear.

“Ugh,” Marinette mumbled as her hand finally grasped her phone. She raised it up in front of her face, and squinted at the bright screen.


Marinette raised an eyebrow. Someone must have the wrong number.

She unlocked her phone with the password, and pressed on her messaging app. It opened to the first screen with all her messages, and she quickly tapped on the newest one from ‘unknown’.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey! Are we still having that photoshoot in the park today?

Marinette tilted her head, squinting at the message. Photoshoot? Whoever this was DEFINITELY had the wrong number. Marinette was no model, and was generally awful in front of cameras. Not to mention that she was kind of a klutz.

Marinette bit her lip, hesitating, before typing back.

MARINETTE: I’m sorry but I think you’ve got the wrong number. I know nothing about photoshoots besides the fact that I’ve never had one.

Shoot, that was definitely too much of a response. Marinette groaned and dropped her phone down onto her mattress. It was too early for this. Hopefully whoever this person was wouldn’t respond.

Marinette’s hope was crushed a second later when her phone went off again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Oh I’m so sorry. That was meant for my boss. I hope I didn’t wake you; it’s kinda early.

MARINETTE: it’s okay! Don’t worry about it.

Marinette hit send before exhaling in relief. At least that text was short, and she doubted that the unknown number would continue to text her now.

She locked her phone, sitting up in her bed and rubbing her eyes. It was only five a.m., but she was supposed to be up in thirty minutes anyway to help her parents set up the bakery for the morning customers. It wasn’t really worth going back to sleep now, so Marinette groggily crawled to her loft bed’s ladder and swung her feet down, carrying her phone with her.

It wasn’t like she completely detested talking to people, it was just people she didn’t know and couldn’t even see face to face that made Marinette nervous.


“Seriously?” Marinette muttered to herself, climbing down the ladder and walking over to her desk to flip on a lamp.

She looked down at her phone as her lamp lit up, covering her room in a soft pink glow.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Okay, sorry again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you by any chance good at algebra? I’m desperate.

Marinette hesitated a second before shrugging and typing her response.

MARINETTE: Kind of. I just started this year.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Me too. Maybe we go to the same school?

Warning bells started going off in Marinette’s head, and she carefully typed her response this time.


UNKNOWN NUMBER: Sorry, I guess that was kind of a creepy question from someone you don’t know… Seriously I won’t text you if you don’t want me too. Sorry.

Marinette found herself smiling softly as she read the message. Whoever this was didn’t seem like a bad person. She typed and sent her next response before she could second guess herself.

MARINETTE: No it’s okay! But um, I’d feel better if I didn’t tell you my school.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I totally understand. Sorry again…AGAIN. xD


Feeling a surge of courage take over her, Marinette typed again.

MARINETTE: So…do you have a name or would you rather not tell me that? Cool either way.


MARINETTE: Marinette

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Well, it was nice meeting you Marinette.

MARINETTE: It was nice to meet you too, Adrien. You gave me a story to tell my best friend later.


MARINETTE: Don’t you have algebra to do? xD

Marinette chuckled as she quickly sent off a text to Alya, telling her about the unknown number, Adrien, was texting her.

MARINETTE (to Alya): So some unknown number texted me. Said his name is Adrien.

ALYA: Girl it’s too early.

ALYA: Is he cute?

Marinette giggled, walking over to her desk chair and plopping down into it. She knew Alya would get curious; she was a reporter, after all.

MARINETTE (to Alya): Idk but does it really matter?

ALYA: It always matters.

Marinette sighed and began to spin around in her desk chair.

MARINETTE: He accidentally texted me instead of his boss this morning. But then he asked me about Algebra. Do you think that means he’s older or my age or…??

ALYA: Probably our age. Fifteen year olds can have jobs, you know. YOU have one.

MARINETTE: But that’s only because mine is a family business.

ALYA: potaeto potahto


Her phone dinged again, and Marinette switched to her chat with Adrien.

ADRIEN: I do have algebra, but if I transfer to school soon I might not have to do this lesson. I’m homeschooled currently, but I’m trying to get my dad to let me transfer to public school.

MARINETTE: Oh that’s cool! Is being homeschooled fun?

Marinette set down her phone and began changing, slipping on her ballet flats and quickly running a brush through her hair before slipping through her trap door down the stairs to the kitchen. She slid her phone in her pocket as she threw on an apron and continued down another floor to the bakery. Her parents were already awake, as she expected them to be.

“Marinette? You’re up early,” her father exclaimed as she entered the kitchen.

“Yeah, uh, something woke me up so I figured I’d just start my day a little early today,” Marinette answered, grinning nervously.

Her father didn’t seem to notice, though. Instead he turned back to the bread he was currently kneading, and tossed Marinette some plastic gloves.

“Go set up the display cases. There should be a few trays of different pastries out there for you already,” he explained.

Marinette dutifully obeyed, turning and marching out of the kitchen and into the main bakery. The trays of pastries were easy to spot, piled high and sitting on top of the counter. Marinette quickly began organizing them, getting halfway through before her phone went off in her pocket.

ADRIEN: I guess. I just wish I had more friends.

Marinette stared at the message a second before replying.

MARINETTE: Oh. Well, you’ve got me? If some random girl over the phone counts.

ADRIEN: Haha, yeah I guess so. Thanks Marinette, you’re really nice.

He sent this one with a photo, and Marinette gaped for a second as a face with blonde hair and absolutely stunning green eyes smiled back at her. It looked like he was in a car. His hair was styled, but also somehow looked natural. And oh my gosh he had freckles, just barely visible on his cheeks.

Marinette smiled and locked her phone, leaving it out on the counter as she began sorting again. Her insides felt warm, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the bakery warmth or from the texts she had just received.

MARINETTE (to Alya): He’s cute.

BTS Reaction To Finding Out You Are Pregnant


Jin met you at a very young age and have been together for a very long time.  You both decided that you guys weren’t get any younger an should start trying to grow your family.  Well about a month after that decision you missed your period.  You took pregnancy test and found out you were pregnant.  You were beyond excited to tell Jin. 

“Hey Jin who do you think should be his/her godfather,”

“Jagi what are you tal- OMG ARE YOU PREGNANT? PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE PREGNANT!” Jin was very ready to be a father.

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

(I could not find a gif that fit but this one was beautiful so I don't feel that bad)


The thought of having kids never crossed your mind. To you guys sex was just sex. So the day you found out you were pregnant you were shocked. As soon as you found out you went straight to Namjoon.

 "Joonie I’m pregnant. What are we gonna do?“

 "We are gonna be the best parents ever obviously. (Y/n) this isn’t exactly how we planned this but I always planned on having kids with you. So why not now? I love you so much.“ 

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


Suga was so focused on his career at the moment that he didn’t want kids just yet.  He knew you were the one it just was not the right time. When you found out you were pregnant you were scared to tell Yoongi because he thought he would be mad. You didn’t want to hinder him from achieving his dream so you decided to do the “only thing” and leave him.

 “Yoongi I’m just gonna say it, im pregnant. I know we weren’t thinking of having kids any time soon and I love you so much and I don’t wanna see your career in danger so I will take the baby and raise it on my own.”

 “(Y/n) no that is the last thing I would possible want. Ya you are right we weren’t thinking of having a kid anytime soon but plans change. And I don’t care if this hurts my career you and our child,” he says while placing his hand lightly on your stomach, “are the two biggest priorities in my life. I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi


  Jhope wanted kids not be you did not. You were also a dancer in the highest point of your career and a child would mean having to take a break for awhile. Jhope understood that and did not force the topic on you. You promised him kids in the very near future but not right now. You have been practicing for a big concert for the last couple months and the tour was about to start. A week before the first show you got the new costumes to try on. Jhope was excited to see you in them and waited or you on the couch to come out. In the bedroom you had trouble zipping the pants and the shirt was tighter than it should be. You come out of the room in tears telling jhope that there is no weigh you put on the much weight. You started a new diet to stay in shape for the tour and practices do much that there was no logical way. Then you had a thought. You could be pregnant. A day later in the doctors office you got your answer. You were pregnant. You were so shocked. You couldn’t believe that you were gonna miss the tour that you practiced so much for. You body was stiff. Jhope helped you from the chair and you began to walk back to the car. On the walk there he pulled you close and whispered, “(Y/n) I know you didn’t want kids just yet but we have one. We are gonna be great at this. I’m gonna be with you through everything. (Y/n) I’m gonna be around so much you are gonna be sick of it. I love you so much and our future child.” 

Originally posted by nnochu


You and Jimin were in love and everyone could see it.  Would you guys be engaged soon? Yes. Were you guys gonna have kids soon? NO.  You just starting a job and career for yourself did not want to rush things.  Jimin was in one of the peals of his career  and found it hard sometimes to make time for you, let alone a id.  Kids were something you both wanted but not now.

You woke up one morning and immediately ran to the toilet to throw up. After cleaning up you quickly rush to the store to pick up a pregnancy test. You fly back into your apartment and rush the sat jimin who was sleeping on the couch and soak the door to the bathroom. A couple minutes later you are sitting in the bathroom floor crying. Your pregnant. How were you gonna tell Jimin? Jimin woke up from his nap and started looking for you. He saw you were in the bathroom and knocked. When you didn’t answer he poked his head in and saw you one the floor. “Jagi what wrong? Please tell me what’s going on.” You just continue to look at the ground so he starts to look around to try to find what caused this. He spots the positive pregnancy test on the counter and he so shocked. He quickly composes himself and hugs you tighter. “(Y/n) my princess please don’t cry. This is great news. Why would I ever be upset about this? We are gonna be the best parents. Now let’s get you up and we can cuddle.“  

Originally posted by jiyoongis


  You and Tae wanted kids Now.  Even though your families, hyungs, and his managers were saying you were both to young you guys did not listen. You found out the day after Tae left for a 3 month tour that you were pregnant. You decided to wait and surprise him with your growing bump when he got home. Three months later Tae comes walking into your apartment to get the best surprise of his life. "Tae you’re home!” You yell as you waddle up to your boyfriend He looks at you shocked and begins to tear up. He kneels down and puts both hands on your stomach. “I’m so happy to see the both of you.” As he places gentle kiss on your tummy then your lips. 

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

(ignore Suga)

Jungkook :


Baby Jungkook have his own baby? HAHAHA no.  As a matter of fact you both were not ready to raise a kid.  You have not been feeling right the last couple of weeks so you decided to take a pregnancy test.  You had no doubt in your mind that it would come back negative.  While waiting for the results, Jungkook arrived back home.

“Hey Kooks Im in the bathroom you can come in.  I haven’t been feeling well so im taking a pregnancy test just to be sure.”

while walking into the room, “Ok babe that’s fine.  We should probably go to the doctor tomorrow.  You have been feeling pretty bad for awhile.”  He begins to check his hair in the mirror and he glances down at the test to find a plus sign on it.  “UM Babe what does a plus sign mean?’

You run to go check it, “Omg I’m pregnant.”

It would take a coupe hours in all honesty to have Jungkook process that he was going to be a father.  Once he calmed down he would come into bed and cuddle whispering in to your ear reassurance that you both would be amazing parents.

Originally posted by nnochu

(His reaction as soon as he finds out)

Originally posted by bangtan

(His reaction after he has calm downed)

I appreciate you

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Can you make a ethan x reader where you are a fan of ethan and you live in LA working at a coffee shop. One day ethan comes in and you act like you dont know him but on his cup instead of writing ethan you write blue boi and he notices? you can write what you want after then thanks!

A/N: Im pretty sure I’ve seen a fiction like this before, so full credit to that and I don’t want to be seen as copying, but it made me laugh to think about this now he has brown hair, so I couldn’t resist writing it! 

  • Ethan X Reader
  • Summary: With the high-end coffee shop across town closed for the week, lots of new faces appear in the coffee shop the reader works at. One of which more familiar than the others.
  • Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of food/drink
  • Non Gender Specific pronouns for reader

You’ve been a barista for coming up to eight months now, and you’d never served anyone famous, despite how many celebs live in LA. You gave up hope long ago, knowing they all go to the coffee bar across town that’s twice as expensive. You were happy with your job and you had gotten to know your regular customers and you always felt comfortable at work with how relaxed it was compared to the snobby places people go to when stalking famous people.

You woke up early and fixed up some breakfast, before changing into your black work jeans and shirt, and then getting cosy in your soft blue sweater. You ran a comb through your hair and grabbed your bag as you practically skipped along your driveway. The crispy leaves on the ground made you so happy, you loved fall.

As you got behind the counter you noticed a slightly different crowd, you didn’t recognise all the people who sat down sipping their drinks, and even your co-workers seemed oddly dressed up for a Wednesday morning.

“Am I missing something here? Is like a big management boss coming?” You ask in confusion to a fellow barista.

“It’s just cause the fancy place across town is shut down for renovation so everyone got all excited thinking a movie star might walk in, but all I’ve served is some snobbish rich people who think they’re better than me. I mean, they probably are, but that’s not the point.” They respond and laugh, before welcoming a customer. You look around at all the upper class families and roll your eyes in disgust. You can do this, you can handle shitty people.

A few hours passed and you were practically praying to see one of the sweet old ladies that come in daily after the crowd of snobs you’d been serving. You were wiping down the counter tops as you notice a group come in, and go to take orders from the man who stepped up first. 

“Hi-” You silenced yourself as you met his gaze. You’d forgotten he had brown hair now and so you assumed it was a stranger, but you knew him. It was your idol, your favourite youtuber. You quickly snapped out of it, hating to embarrass yourself. “What can I get you?” You smiled as you listened.

“The name is Ethan by the way.” He smiled as you froze in confusion. The cup! He’s telling you so you can write it on the cup! 

“Yes! Sorry! My brain’s a little slow today, I apologise.” You just want to scream and hug him, but you resist, both for his comfort and so you don’t get fired. You walk over the coffee machine and grab the pen, and scribble onto it, making sure to be clear and readable.

Blue Boi

You then make the coffee, and smile as you place the lid on top and call his name. He walked over without breaking the conversation he was having, briefly thanking you as he took the cup and headed for a table. You grabbed your cloth and started wiping to seem busy, as you watched out the corner of your eye. 

“Did you tell them to write Ethan?” His friend questioned, looking at the cup.

“Yeah, why is this not mine?” He asked as he turned the cup to look for the name. 

“Oh its yours for sure.” They giggle as he soon notices the writing and grins.

You find yourself grinning too, before quickly getting back to cleaning as to not seem creepy or stalker-ish. You could tell he was looking at you, which made you both immensely happy as well as a little nervous. You had to do something.

An idea lit up your mind as you found your boss and convinced them this was important as he was within the public eye and so they wanted him to feel good about the coffee shop for publicity, and you soon headed over to his table, a plate in hand. He noticed you approaching and smiled at you, you felt so giddy you nearly dropped the plate, but played it cool.

“I heard your usual shop gives out free cookies with drinks, but I also heard they cant guarantee it to be nut free, so I thought you might like to try some definitely nut free cake as a “this coffee shop wont try and kill you” gift.” You smile as you place the plate down at the edge of the table. His eyes light up at the sight.

“You didn’t have to do that! But I really appreciate it, thank you so much.” Ethan speaks as you can practically feel your heart flipping with joy.

“You’re so welcome! I appreciate you too, Crank.” You wink as you turn and head back to the till. You’re glad its a full 180 turn so he cant see how red you turn as you curse at yourself for calling him crank? and then winking??? 

You went back to work and caught the occasional smile from Ethan, so he clearly didn’t hate you for being so awkward. 

The week went by and you saw him most days, sometimes just flying by to get drinks for the team, sometimes sitting down with friends, and you’d always try to sneak them free cakes and cookies when you could. 

Then came Monday. You woke up late with a dry throat and a sneeze. Great. You must have caught a cold from the different crowd of people coming into work. You dragged yourself out of bed and stared at the zombie that looked back at you in the mirror. You washed your face and shoved your hair into a messy knot on top of your head as you rushed to chuck on some clothes and leave for work. 

Today the coffee place across town re-opened. You tried to stay positive and be grateful that you wouldn’t have to deal with so many rude snobs, but nothing could cover up how much you were going to miss having Ethan around.

You dived into work, apologising for being late, and your heart was soon warmed by the lovely old lady you’d seen daily for the past 4 months. You enjoyed catching up with your customers, hearing about cats stuck up trees and their relatives getting into college. As you cleaned up a table with ten minutes of your shift to go, your head felt foggy and the cold made you tired. You accidentally launched a napkin off the table, and as you went to retrieve it, someone beat you to it.

“Looking awake as ever! You know coffee is pretty good at waking you up. You should try it sometime.” They spoke, sarcastically.

You wanted to scream and leap into his arms at the sight of your blue boi, but you had to stop yourself from getting too excited. You took the napkin and smiled.

“You know your usual place is back open, right? It was only a week long renovation.” You ask, confused as to why he returned.

“Yeah I know. But its cosy here, and they overcharged at that place anyway. Plus where else can I get free food that wont kill me? As well as said free food being delivered by pretty staff members who call me Crank to piss me off?” He said with a smile. He thinks you’re pretty? 

“Not looking too great today” you say as you twist your mess of a bun between your fingers as a curl comes loose.

“Looking pretty cranky I’d say.” He winked as he lifted the tray and emptied it into the trash for you. You blushed as you walked over to the counter.

“What will it be, blue boi?” You ask he decides on a drink, your co-worker offers to make it, reminding you that you’re off the clock. Ethan picks up on it.

“As you’re done for the day can I get a side of company with my beverage?” He smirks, gesturing at a table for two. 

“Sure. It’s an extra twenty dollars though is that okay?” You smirk back, his face soon sinks thinking you’ve rejected him.

“Kidding. Take a seat, I’ll bring them out.” You giggled as you got to making his drink. By company standards you usually paint a leaf onto the foam with chocolate, but you decided to have some fun and carefully crafted a gizmo into the foam. You removed your apron and pulled on a fluffy sweater, then grabbed two slices of chocolate fudge cake and headed over to the table.

“Care for some fudge cake with your cranky coffee?” You smile as you placed the tray, Ethan’s face lighting up at the sight.

“Oh my god! Its Gizmo! and he’s adORABLE!” He smiled like a kid in a candy shop, before pulling out his phone to take a photo. You giggled as you watched him and sipped your drink, before asking his opinion on the cake as you’d heard its a new recipe (and of course, nut free.) The two of you talked as if you’d been friends for a lifetime, and to top it all off, the cake was delicious. 

Ever Since You Left Pt. 3

Part one. Part two.

The night before Shawn left for his first solo tour, we found ourselves watching a movie together in his basement. Just the two of us, cuddled into his couch. My head rested against his steadily rising chest while his arm ran goosebumps up and down my arm. It was bittersweet.

I was happy for his success. He’d already gone touring as an opener for Austin Mahone and Taylor Swift and done a solo tour, but this was different. This was longer, farther, bigger. This was the beginning of what we both knew was going to be a huge success. It was going to be his new life. And I couldn’t be prouder. He’d told me all of the things he wanted in life, and I wanted him to get every one of them. But it was just hitting me what that all meant.

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Seth Clearwater Request

Could you please do am imagine where Seth finds out that you are pregnant with his baby, and even when they are still that young he imprinted on her! Please! And maybe the pack and Bella, and Edward!! Please!!

AN: I totally got carried away and forgot about adding in Bella and Edward and the pack! AHHHH soooo sorry!!!!

The day you met Seth was one the first day of kindergarten. You two were both put into the same class; he came over and helped hang your coat up in your cubby and ever since that moment you two were inseparable. You both started dating when you were in 8th grade and have been going strong for 6 years.

You had heard the myths of the tribe before but they were just nothing more than myths. At least that’s what you thought until Seth told you what he was and what the group of boys you had grown up around were. You remember when Seth caught “mono,” something you didn’t believe because if he hadn’t then why didn’t you. He came to your door after almost a week of not hearing anything from him and told you that he needed to speak to you. You thought for sure he was going to end it. When he told you he was a werewolf you were oddly relieved.

You noticed the way he looked at you that day, still loving but somehow different than before. A month later he told you that he had imprinted on you, something that he didn’t really understand himself until the pack fully explained it to him. Now, almost 4 years after, you two were still in love and going strong.

You woke up like any other morning. The bed was cold next to you since Seth had been out on patrol all night. You climbed out of bed and walked to your small kitchen to make yourself some coffee and get breakfast ready for when Seth got home.

You two lived in a smaller house on the outside of the forest. It was a cozy size but was big enough that it allowed for you host the guys over for pack dinners every once in awhile or let a couple of them crash in the guest room when they were two tired after a patrol to go home.

You were halfway to the kitchen when you felt your stomach lurch forward. You ran to the kitchen sink and barely made it before whatever remained of last night’s dinner was thrown from your stomach into the sink. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t hear the door close. You felt Seth’s hand grab you hair and pull it away from your face. When you were done he grabbed a hand towel from nearby and cleaned up your face. “Babe, what’s going on,” he nervously spoke as he placed a hand on your forehead. “You don’t feel warm. Do you feel ok? Do you need a Dr? I can call Car-”

“Seth,” you stopped him, “you’re giving me a headache.” You placed a hand on your stomach. “I felt fine…I feel fine. It just hit me all of the sudden.”

“Well, why don’t you go lay back down. I’ll make you something light to eat.”

“You were out all night; you should be lying down and I can make you breakfast,” you retorted.

“Y/N, get your butt back in bed. I’m not tired. Just let me take care out you,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you back into your shared room. He helped you lay down and tucked you back in before heading to the kitchen. Minutes later he came in with two pieces of toast and some water. He handed you your food and laid down next to you. You spoke with him about how his rounds went last night and about the latest pack shenanigans and when you were done eating he pulled you into his side so you were snuggling with him. “Let’s just do this today,” he said as he played with some of your hair. “Let’s just stay in bed and watch movies all day.”

“That sounds like a plan to me.”

You woke up the next day before him and found yourself in front of the toilet moments later. “I must be getting sick,” you thought to yourself. You walked to your bathroom counter and started looking for medicine that would help calm down your stomach. While you were looking something caught your attention.

You pulled the Kotex box from the cabinet and thought back to last month…then the month before that. You realised you were almost 6 weeks later. “Shoot…” You krept from the bathroom to the front door. You wrote a quick note for Seth, grabbed your coat, and left. You couldn’t really be pregnant right? You and Seth were just 20 years old! You weren’t even married yet!

Not 45 minutes later you were pulling back into the driveway with a box of test sitting in your passenger seat. You stuffed the box into your coat pocket and took a deep breath before going back into your house.

Luckily, you saw, Seth was still sound asleep. You snuck back into the bathroom and locked the door. You did what you had to do and sat all three tests out on the bathroom counter. You were just halfway through the 10 minute wait when you heard Seth knock on the door. “Y/N, babe, are you ok in here? You’re not getting sick again are you?”

“No,” you mustered up your voice, “I’m getting ready to take a bath,” you lied.

“I have to pee can I come in real quick?”

“Ugh…” you had to think quickly. “Just…ugh…give me a minute.”

He could tell by your voice something was up. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you cried out.

“Y/N,” he was getting really concerned that there was something wrong with you. “I will break this door down you know I will,” he jiggled the handle quickly.

“Just one minute,” you demanded. He wasn’t giving up on the door handle. You walked over, tests in hand, and opened the door.

Seth stood wide eyed on the other side looking you up and down to make sure you were ok. “What’s goin-?” He stopped asking when he saw what was in you hand and the little plus sign that was on each one. “Oh my gosh,” he said face blank. His face shifted into one of the biggest smiled you had ever seen, “Oh my gosh!” He picked you up and spun you around.

“We’re having a baby?!”

You couldn’t help but smile with him. “Aren’t you scared,” you asked as he sat you down. “We’re 20 with low paying jobs and a snug house.”

“Yeah, all that’s true,” he admitted. “But we’re in love. And this baby will only complete our family. Wait right here,” he ran out to his car and came back with his hands behind his back. “I was trying to think of when I wanted to give this to you; I think now seems as good a time as any.” You were confused until he produced a small box from his back and lowered himself onto one knee. “Y/N.”

“Yes!” You jumped on him before he could even ask. “A million times yes.”

He laughed his sweet laugh and put the ring on your finger. He was still kneeling as he brought his face close to your stomach, “I can’t wait to meet you.”

Killing me softly: Part 2

Originally posted by nojillnolife

A story filled with angst, heartbreak, love and sex. It is a Finn Balor/Reader/Kenny Omega story. Comments ARE welcomed! Let me know if you would like to be tagged.

Note: This has semi sexy times. Be gentle with me ya’ll the next chapter is ALL smut.











































Part 1

No one knew I was coming.

I didn’t want them to know either…at least for right now.

I made my way to the familiar Sushi restaurant. I was welcomed with smiling faces and the heartache I felt before slowly disappeared. I made my way towards the table that Finn and I first met. It wasn’t like I was purposely trying to bring more heartache to myself, but it brought back memories of simpler times.

Times where Finn would always pretend to be my boyfriend when I was getting uncomfortable with someone approaching me. Times where I had to do the same because the girls couldn’t get the hint. Times where Finn would spend hours in the ring with me even if he had a match later that night. Times where I would often wake up from a reoccurring nightmare to only have him end up sleeping with me every night. The warmness of his body always brought me peace and the way his arms held me gave me hope.

As I sat there slowing tracing the pattern on the table I couldn’t help but wish that Finn would suddenly appear and sit beside me like he did before. I wanted my best friend back but I knew it wasn’t going to be simple. It never is. As I ate my food, playing with it more than eating, I quickly paid and left. The memories becoming too strong for me to handle. It wasn’t until I saw the server pick up my food that I noticed I didn’t even order my favorite I ordered his.

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Love Heals All Wounds

Originally posted by 08sarchive

Chris Evans x Reader

Request:  hallo! i love love love love love your writing and i was wondering if i could request a v fluffy oneshot with Chris Evans where his arm injury from Civil War is acting up and the reader helps soothe the pain by massaging his arm and Chris gets all mushy bc reader is always supes caring with him and they cuddle?? (interview: madeinhollywood(.)tv/ chris-evans-reveals-painful-arm-injury-from-captain-america-civil-war/)

A/n: This is so cute and I am sorry this is late but a lot of bad shit was happening. thank you for the compliment, and please enjoy! Also, I am horrible at writing mushy stuff so please forgive me if this is not up to par with you!

Genre: Fluff, Family, Romance

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, fluff, mentions of an injury, injury

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

It was no secret that Chris had hurt himself again. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to be careful, he was always getting himself into trouble or getting himself hurt. Sometimes both. When you found out about his arm being injured when shooting a scene for Civil War, you knew you were in for a fun time with nursing Chris back into great health, if the doctors hadn’t already did it for you. 

When he came home, you knew the injury was bad. He was shouldering his bags in a strange way, as if trying to relieve pain from his arm. With a sigh, you had helped him with his bags, even though he protested it as much as possible. There was no way you were going to let him suffer. Even Dodger was mindful of the arm, playing gently whenever the dog could help it. 

It had been two weeks since the injury, and Chris was up in the early morning, making the two of you breakfast. You were awakened by a loud yell of ‘fuck!’ and something clattering down onto the counter. Faster than Dodger, you shot up and ran down the stairs, calling for your lover. 

“Chris? Are you ok?”

He came into view, holding his injured arm and was hissing. He looked over to you, nodding. 

“Yeah, my arm is just acting up. Sorry if I woke you up.”

You sighed before smiling softly, teasing. 

“If you didn’t wake me up, then the smell of delicious breakfast would have.”

He laughed a bit before you ushered him to the table, forcing him to sit down before turning the stove off and letting the unfinished food set on a cool part of the stove. Sitting back down, you grabbed Chris’ arm carefully before starting to massage it gently. Chris was in awe before he groaned. 

“That feels so awesome. Thank you so much.”

You chuckled before looking into his beautiful blue eyes, saying with that perfect smile of yours. 

“It’s no problem, Chris. You know that I would help you with anything you needed.” 

Chris sighed, almost awestruck by you. You blushed a bit at the loving look in his eyes. He whispered to you as you continued to work his arm. 

“You’re so amazing, you know that? You are always so caring and just ready to drop everything for me. I can’t express enough how much I appreciate that. You’re an amazing woman, you know that, right?” 

You blushed heavily before smiling shyly, fingers pausing. 

“Y-You really think so?”

“Do I think so? I know so! (Y/n), you didn’t have to massage my arm, yet here you are. You are always ready to take care of me, whether I’m just hungry or in a lot of pain. You’re kind and gentle. I can’t tell you how amazing that it. You help me with anything I need, and it’s so cool. I love you a lot, (Y/n). I don’t even know how to repay you for all that you’ve done for me.” 

You smiled, the hotness in your cheeks almost distracting. You asked quietly. 

“Can you start repayment by cuddles?”

He laughed loudly before agreeing. 

“Of course! Anything for my special girl.”

You both smiled at each other before you were swept off your feet by Chris. 

“Chris! You’re gonna irritate your arm!”

“I’d go through the worst of pains if it meant having you in my arms.”

You blushed heavily before muttering. 

“You’re such a charmer, Chris.”

He laughed as he walked into the master bedroom, setting you down on the bed. 

“Hey, when it comes to my beautiful girl, I just can’t help myself.”

He crawled in and you snuggled up to his chest, Chris’ arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. You smiled softly before saying to him, kissing his bearded cheek.

“I love you so much, my little hero.”

“And I love you so much as well, my best girl.”

You both smiled as he kissed your cheek in return, a night of cuddling beginning.



Summary: Phil watches Dan fall in and out of love with another person and it’s tearing him apart.

Word Count: 3.9k

Pairings: Dan/OC, Dan/Phil

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Phil was watching his best friend fall in love. He was glad that Dan found this girl to be with but it hurt. It hurt because Phil knew that it should have been him. He should have said something when he first saw Dan in person at the train station in Manchester. He should have said something when Dan went to university. He should have said something when they were living together for the first time and Dan was dropping out of school. He should have said something when they moved to London and when they went on tour and when they moved again to a larger apartment. Phil knew that he should have told Dan everything, but he was too scared to.

And now, it was hurting him. This girl, Isabel, was perfect for Dan. She was funny and sarcastic, with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. They got along perfectly, and Phil honestly couldn’t find anything wrong with her. He knew that he had to support Dan’s choice to be with her, because, what else could a friend do? He pretended to be excited when they went on dates and he did his best to be friendly whenever she was over. Even though it pained him, he wanted Dan to be happy.

Tonight was another date night and Phil was left alone in the house, playing some Final Fantasy. He didn’t mind the quiet but eventually, it got to be too much. He missed having Dan sitting next to him, scrolling on Tumblr. Even if it was quiet, he missed having Dan’s presence next to him. Phil paused the game, set down the controller, and laid back on the couch. He turned to look at the sofa crease next to him, wishing that the man he secretly loved was sitting there. Before he knew it, Phil was drifting off to sleep.

A loud bang woke Phil up, disorienting him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit”, he heard a voice whisper from the kitchen. Phil called out “Dan, are you okay?” his voice riddled with sleep. He pulled himself off the couch to walk towards Dan.

“Yeah, I’m fine Phil, don’t worry,” Dan responded, “just dropped a glass while trying to pour some water.” Phil found him kneeling on the tile, picking up the larger shards of glass.

“How did your date go then?” Phil asked, leaning against the counter. He honestly didn’t want to hear the answer but he knew Dan would want to talk about it.

“Oh, it was incredible, Phil. We went to this cute Italian restaurant and then walked around a park, just talking for ages. She’s really great, Phil.”

“Are you happy, then, Dan?”


“Well, that’s good. I’m gonna head to bed so I’ll see you in the morning,” Phil said, yawning.

“Technically it’s morning now but see you in the morning,” Dan replied with a smile on his face. Phil turned out of the room, smiling as well. At least he’s happy, Phil thought as he shut the door to his room. All he truly wanted at this point was for Dan to crawl into bed with him.

Days and months pass, with Dan happily with Isabel. Each day, Phil watched as Dan smiled at his phone, glowing with love and adoration. I miss being the only person who could do that, he thought. Nothing completely changed, they still went about making gaming videos and attending conventions together. Dan even joined the Lester family for vacation again. But something was different this time. Now, Dan was consistently on his phone, texting Isabel. Their nights now included calls to Isabel or Skype sessions when they were away. Phil felt his heart twist each time Dan left the room for these calls.

Eventually, they started seeing each other less often. It became more common for Dan to sleep at Isabel’s apartment and for Phil to be utterly alone. The only time Phil really saw Dan was when they filmed gaming videos together and the rare occasion that Dan wasn’t with Isabel. Phil had started to resign himself to silence, only speaking when necessary. Phil didn’t even know if Dan noticed the change in his personality. He tried to force himself to go out with a friend, like Hazel or Louise, but he just couldn’t. All he wanted was his friend back with him.

Phil started to give up hope. He was at the point where he thought Dan was going to move in with Isabel, leaving him alone forever. Phil started to look at some smaller apartments because he knew he couldn’t live in this one alone. This apartment surrounded him in memories of Dan, seeing all of their shared things lining the shelves around the place. If he wanted to move on, he would have to leave. But he just couldn’t. He couldn’t leave Dan unless he knew that they would have to part ways. This thought continued to nag him into his sleep.

Phil jolted up at the sound of a door slamming. Is Dan home or is it a really clumsy murderer, Phil thought. He decided to take his chances and investigate the noise. Creeping down the hallway, he noticed that the kitchen light was on and there were rummaging sounds coming from it. Phil peered into the room, surprised to find Dan there. “Dan,” Phil asked, “what are you doing?”

Dan practically jumped ten feet into the air. “Jesus fucking Christ, Phil! You scared the shit out of me,” he shrieked. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and he had bloodshot eyes that marked his past tears.

“Dan, what happened?” Phil asked quietly. He knew that Dan didn’t really drink wine unless he was desperate for some release that alcohol could give him. He was even more worried because he knew Dan was supposed to be with Isabel for the night.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dan mumbled, taking a drink from the bottle. He tried to leave the kitchen but Phil grabbed his wrist.

“Dan, I know something’s wrong. Please, just tell me.”

“You really want to know, Phil? Isabel broke up with me. She said she wasn’t happy anymore and she didn’t want to be with me. She broke my heart, Phil. Are you happy now?”

Phil stood there silently, taking in this information. His heart began to swell, knowing that he finally had a new opportunity to tell Dan how he felt. But then he realized, Dan needed time to get over this. He couldn’t just confess his love now, it wouldn’t be right.

“I’m sorry, Dan. I know how much she meant to you. Is there anything I can do?”

“If you can magically make her come back, that’d be wonderful,” Dan spat back.

“Well I can’t do that, but I can make you a cup of tea. Would that be okay?”

Dan shrugged. “Sure, I guess. I’m gonna go to my room.”

“Okay, I’ll bring you your cup when it’s ready,” Phil said as Dan sulked out of the room. Phil then went about making some tea, practically on autopilot. He didn’t want to feel good about Dan’s relationship ending but he had never felt more relieved about something ending. He knew, however, that he had to help Dan through this. He finished making the tea and, carefully, brought the cup to Dan’s room.

All Phil saw was Dan’s long form curled into a fetal position on his bed, the amber lamp radiating light around the room. Dan’s eyes were glued to his phone, scrolling endlessly through text after text from Isabel. He was holding back tears, threatening to dampen the pillowcase beneath his head. If everything wasn’t wrapped in a cloud of sorrow, Phil would have thought that he was the most beautiful person in the world. Phil slowly walked over to Dan’s bedside table, setting the cup of tea down. “Here’s your tea. I’ll see you in the morning,” Phil said softly. He turned to make his way out of the room when he heard Dan whisper something.


Phil turned around to look at Dan. “What’d you say?”

“I said, stay. Please, Phil. I don’t want to be alone,” he said, looking up at Phil.

“Oh okay,” Phil replied, sliding onto the bed as Dan turned to grab his mug of tea. Phil sat there quietly, not knowing if he should say anything or not. He kept glancing at Dan, looking for any indication that he should but saw nothing. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening again, that he was watching his best friend reach rock bottom. The last time this happened was when he dropped out of university. Even then, Phil struggled with what to say.

Phil was caught up in his head until he heard Dan speak. “I just want her back,” he said solemnly.

“I know, Dan. I know,” Phil responded.

“This is going to be my university break down all over again, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know. But we can try to keep it away from that, yeah?”

“I guess so,” Dan said, placing the mug of tea back down. He rolled onto his side, facing away from Phil. “But right now, I think I just want to sleep.”
“Okay. Goodnight Dan. I’ll be right beside you if you need me,” Phil said quietly.

“Okay. Thank you, Phil. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Phil contemplated a response but decided to just let Dan sleep. They could talk more in the morning. He rolled over onto his side, his back to Dan. His mind was racing, thinking about how this was the first time they had shared a bed outside of necessity in years. But eventually, exhaustion set in and he drifted into sleep.


Phil awoke to Dan’s face incredibly close to his. He startled a bit but eventually caught himself staring. Dan’s lips were slightly parted and a beautiful rose color. Phil could see where Dan chewed at his lips during times of anxiety, standing out as darker blotches. His cheeks were dotted with freckles and Phil could almost imagine tracing constellations into them. Dan’s eyes were still shut, his long eyelashes fanning out onto his cheeks. Phil adored Dan’s eyes, their deep brown felt like comfort and warmth. Dan’s hair was a complete mess, curls unruly on the top of his head. Phil was glad that Dan liked his natural hair because he always thought it was beautiful. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Phil thought.

He tore himself away from Dan and pulled himself out of bed. The best thing I could do right now is making some good breakfast for him, he decided, slipping out of Dan’s room. He padded down to the kitchen and turned on the kettle. He grabbed some bread and put it into the toaster. Phil grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, the NASA mug that Dan had valiantly offered to share with Phil after his broke. He dropped a teabag into the mug and placed it on the counter, turning to lean against the surface to wait for the kettle to boil. I should tell him everything, he thought, furrowing his brow. But not yet.

The pop of the toaster pulled Phil from his thoughts. He moved around the kitchen as he prepared the toast with butter and jam. He grabbed the kettle and poured the water over the teabag and let it sit. It was an herbal tea that Dan enjoyed immensely so Phil didn’t put anything into it. He grabbed the mug and the plate and quietly made his way back to Dan’s room. He pushed the door open quietly and found Dan still asleep. Phil tiptoed over to the bedside table next to the sleeping man and quietly placed the mug and plate down. He reached out his hand to gently shake Dan.

“Wake up Dan. I made you some breakfast,” Phil said quietly. Dan’s eyes blinked open, adjusting to the low light of morning. He squinted and stretched, his stomach peeking out from the bottom of his shirt.

“You made me breakfast?” Dan asked, his voice gravelly with sleep.

“Yeah, I thought you’d want to not make anything,” Phil said, handing him the plate.
“Oh, and it’s room service too? You spoil me,” Dan replied while sitting up.

“Yeah, I really do,” he said, returning to the other side of Dan’s bed. Where I actually slept, Phil thought. Why did he let me sleep here?

“Phil? Are you listening?”

“Huh, sorry?” Phil said looking at Dan.

“I asked if you wanted to just have a pajama day today and not worry about work or business or anything like that.”

“Of course Dan! Any excuse to not do work is fine by me,” Phil said with a smile.

“Alright, sounds good,” Dan said, returning the smile. The two remained in a comfortable silence as Dan ate. Eventually, Phil got up to make himself some food, his stomach grumbling in protest. While he ate his bowl of cereal, he contemplated what he should do next. I really should tell Dan how I feel, he thought, he deserves to know. He can decide what to feel and it won’t hurt me.

The rest of the day passed with minimal incident. The two of them watched some anime and played rounds upon rounds of Mario Kart, with Dan getting increasingly more frustrated each time someone beat him. Phil giggled at his flatmate’s rage, finding the way that Dan’s nose crinkled up when he seethed to be cute. Everything seemed like it was normal. It wasn’t until later when they were wrapped up in blankets watching “Inception” when Phil started to notice that something was off. Dan seemed terribly distracted by something. He kept picking up his phone and looking at it, sighing, and then dropping it again; it seemed like he was waiting for something. Phil caught him staring off into space constantly as well, not really focused on the movie.

“I miss her,” Dan whispered, as the credits rolled on the screen.

“What was that, Dan?” Phil questioned, not expecting the younger man to speak.

“I said, I miss her,” he said, “why hasn’t she talked to me?”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she probably knows how much she hurt me and she’d try to comfort me, right?” Tears began to well up in Dan’s eyes. Phil leaned himself closer to Dan.

“You guys both need some time to collect yourselves first. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”

“But I loved her, Phil. If she loved me as much as I loved her, why would she ever leave?” Dan leaned his head into Phil’s chest. Instinctively, Phil brought his hand up into Dan’s curly hair, slowly petting at it. He realized how much he loved Dan’s natural hair, not believing that Dan used to hate it; he looked incredibly beautiful with it. “She meant everything to me,” he whispered.

“Dan, I know you aren’t going to like this but I’m gonna be honest,” Phil said. “You need to get over her. These kinds of things happen and you just need to move on.”

“But I just can’t, Phil! She was perfect in every way,” Dan exclaimed. They sat there for a while in silence until Phil realized he could feel wetness dripping onto his shirt; it was Dan’s tears. Phil removed his hand from Dan’s head and brought it to his chin, lifting it up to look at him. His chocolate eyes stared up, watery with salty tears and an invisible pain. A single tear escaped and began to roll down his cheek. Phil didn’t hesitate as he reached his thumb up and brushed it away. As he removed his thumb, he noticed a change in Dan’s facial expression. It wasn’t a look of hurt anymore; it was a look of confusion.

“What the fuck, Phil?” Dan said, a mix of anger and uncertainty tinged in his voice.

“I’m so sorry, Dan,” he rushed to apologize, “I didn’t realize what I was doing!”

“Why would you do that? Do you know how that makes me feel?” Dan was recoiling to the further side of the couch, his voice getting louder. Phil started to open his mouth to apologize again when Dan bolted up from the couch. “I’m just going to go to bed, goodnight,” he said, swiftly exiting the room. Phil heard the very poignant sound of a door being closed with force. He sat in a stunned silence, not knowing what changed between him and Dan. Wait a second, Phil thought, what did he mean by ‘how it makes him feel’? He pulled himself off of the couch and turned everything off with this heavy thought stuck in the back of his mind. He stared at Dan’s room as he walked by, thinking about knocking. He decided against it, letting Dan take his time to figure himself out. Phil tucked himself into bed and realized that he missed the weight of another person behind him as he slept.


Weeks passed without much incident. Both men filmed and uploaded videos. They put out some gaming videos which had gotten a very positive response. Overall, things seemed okay. Some people online began to pick up on the fact that something had changed between them but they couldn’t figure out why. They both chose to ignore these comments and continue on, even though they knew what they were doing. Slowly, they had started to maintain more of a distance from each other. There were no longer those lingering touches between them or leaning onto the other while watching television. Phil missed being close to Dan; he needed to figure out what Dan was feeling.

Phil was pretty sure Dan was over Isabel. The two of them had met up a week ago to truly discuss what went wrong and split off things amicably. Dan had returned from that meeting seeming much lighter than before as if the weight of unsaid things had been lifted off of his shoulder. So then why is he still being so closed off to me, Phil questioned. He realized that he needed to figure this out as soon as possible. I just miss having my best friend, he thought.

The day had gone reasonably well with the two of them and they decided to order some Thai food and catch up on “Attack on Titan” together. They silently ate their food, completely engrossed by the characters on screen. Neither of them noticed that they had started to slide closer and closer together on the couch, something they hadn’t done for a while. When they had finished watching the episodes they needed to catch up on, Dan went into a huge rant about what could have been done better and the leaps in logic that the show took. Phil reminded him that it’s an anime and that anything is possible, which quickly stopped Dan from going further. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, each of them focused on scrolling through their phones. Phil realized this was as good a time as any to say something.

“Hey, Dan?”

“What Phil?” Dan looked up from his phone, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Is everything okay between us? I’ve just noticed a change ever since you stopped seeing Isabel,” Phil said, softly. He didn’t want to bring up bad memories but it was necessary.

“What do you mean, Phil? I’m fine. We’re fine,” Dan said, starting slide a bit further away from Phil.

“You just seem so much more distant and closed off from me. You haven’t been like this in ages and it was starting to worry me.”

“Why are you so concerned about me, Phil? I’m fine!”

“Because I’m in love with you, you idiot!”

Dan sat there, wide-eyed, at this admission. He seemed completely speechless. Phil sighed, knowing that he had to say everything now.

“Ever since we met, Dan, I’ve wanted to tell you. But I was scared that I was too old for you or that you would never see me the same way as I saw you. But through everything, I’ve been in love with you.

“When you first moved to Manchester, I remember feeling so happy because you were finally near me and not hours away. Then you moved in with me and I thought maybe I had a chance. But then life caught us both by surprise and hurtled us into fame and I knew that I couldn’t ruin that with a relationship. Then we moved to London and I thought that I was the luckiest man on earth because I got to make things with you and smile at all of your successes. I got to tour around the world with my best friend and see him smile out at the thousands of people who helped shape who we are today.

“And then you found Isabel and I felt my heart get crushed. I was still happy for you though because you deserve to be happy, Dan. I could see how happy she made you and how she seemed to complete you. But, I would give you everything if I could. I fell so hard for you and never said anything because I was scared of what would happen. I didn’t want you to leave me because I don’t know what I would do without you.” Phil paused for a moment, with his head bowed towards his lap. “You have every right to be mad at me for saying all of this, I understand.”

Suddenly, Dan threw his arms around Phil, practically sitting in the older man’s lap. Phil felt his heart soar. He isn’t mad at me, he thought. He had never felt so much relief before.

“I feel the same way,” Dan said softly as his head was still buried into Phil’s shoulder.

“Wait, what?” Phil was shocked by this revelation. Dan sat back, keeping his hand resting on Phil’s leg.

“Ever since I first saw you online, I fell for you. But then I felt like it would never happen and I stopped myself from believing it. I chose to try and move on from you. That’s why Isabel made me so happy, she helped me get over you. But then that one night, where you cared for me at my lowest point, I knew I was still in love with you and I didn’t know how to cope with it. So, I tried to distance myself again but obviously, it didn’t work. But I’m glad it didn’t,” Dan said, a small smile appearing.

Phil grabbed Dan’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “I would love to be your boyfriend if you agree to it of course,” he said, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Dan’s hand.

“Of course, you idiot! What else could I say to that?”

“I mean, you could have said ‘absolutely not’,” Phil responded with a smile.

“Yeah, I could have. But that would mean that I wouldn’t really be able to do this”, Dan replied, leaning forward to kiss Phil. Dan’s lips were slightly chapped but the amount of love was clear in the kiss. Their lips fit together perfectly as if it was meant to be. Finally, Phil could have his best friend and be in love with him, too.

Just Another Day

Pairing: Post-Azkaban Sirius x Reader

Warning: Smutty fun. He has a really good day.

Sirius woke up to the sun peeking in between the curtains in his bedroom on Grimmauld Place. It was his birthday, the third since he had escaped from Azkaban, but he didn’t expect there to be much more of a celebration this year than the previous fourteen.

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Essays in Existentialism: Vegas II

Okay, so I just read your Vegas prompt and I’m in love with the story and the characters. Any way you’d maybe do a part two? Like six moths later or something? I don’t know.. just write anything really I love your work. So yeah. Go you mate. 

Previously on Vegas

The city was absolutely dripping, soaked through to the bones with the rain that refused to stop after days and days and days. The bay itself seemed wetter than normal, while streets and shoes and welcome mats never got a chance to dry. Instead, the sidewalks and streetlights and window sills remained soggy fixtures in need of a good squeeze and sunshine. 

The water-logged inhabitants didn’t notice after the fourth day, they just seemed to collectively think they’d all fabricated the sunshine, and it never actually existed. Instead, they resigned themselves to becoming aquatic, and perhaps one day even getting gills. 

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Intrigue Part Two

As promised lovelies! I’m hard at work on updating my stories, so here we are with Chapter 2!

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Word Count: 3420

(Part One)

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“How was the party?” Your father questioned as you both ate breakfast.

“Interesting,” you said quietly.

“Interesting? Well that is a new reaction indeed. May I ask what happened?”

“There was someone there I had never seen before in town. He was a friend of Monsieur DeForest I believe. He intervened when Jacques refused to leave me alone,” you commented.

“Jacques,” you father spat, “If you find this mysterious friend of Sebastien’s please introduce us. I would like to thank him personally for keeping that beast of a man away from you.”

“Of course Papa,” you said, “I am going to the market today, is there anything you would like me to pick up.”

“Another loaf of bread if you would.”

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Baby Daddy (Series)


Flashback – about two years ago…

“Please, God. Or whoever is out there. If you grant me this, I will never ever have unprotected sex ever again. I may even convince myself to be celibate.” You chant as a prayer while you wait for the stick to absorb your pee.

Out of nervousness, you started to jump up and down in the bathroom. You caught view of yourself in the bathroom mirror and saw your disheveled hair, bags under your eyes and homeless looking garb. You chuckled at yourself. Were you ever this pitiful to look at?

You checked the stick on top of your sink and saw two pink lines.

“Yikes.” You sighed out.

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Player: Jamie Benn – Dallas Stars


I started to write this prompt but it became too similar to the Baby Fever imagine. I got an idea and decided to change it up. Hope you enjoy! 

Mentions: None.

Warnings: Fighting, & Cuss Words.

Preview: You waited as he toddled down the hallway towards you. The sound of his hockey stick hitting the floor. He reached you and grabbed your pant leg pulling you towards the front of the house. He continued to whine and call for Jamie.

Characters:. 1166 words.

The Masterlist is here.

Originally posted by seabsieboys

You sighed watching your toddler walk from his playroom for the millionth time. This time he was dragging his hockey stick down the hall whining and calling for his father. It broke your heart.

Beau had been like this all day from the moment he woke up. He had been searching the house whining Papa and you were worn out. Nothing could soothe or distract your son from the absence of his father. You watched as Beau approached the door of Jamie’s office, banging the door with his stick and just repeating Papa over and over.

You waited as he toddled down the hallway towards you. The sound of his hockey stick hitting the floor. He reached you and grabbed your pant leg pulling you towards the front of the house. He continued to whine and call for Jamie.

He brought you to the door and pointed. You swear you could have cried right then and there, but you put on a brave face. You scooped up Beau as he tried to wriggle from your arms. 

“Beau, I know bud you miss Daddy. He will be here soon, I hope.” You pleaded with your cranky toddler.

You had thought that this mood surrounding the house would have ended this morning when Jamie was due home from his road trip. But according to Tyler’s Instagram story, the boys had gone to lunch and were now going out. You rubbed you hand down your face as your son continued crying.

You watched as Beau continued his crying rampage, you pulled out your phone and recorded Beau dragging his hockey stick around the house calling out for his Papa. You posted the video to Instagram, tagging Jamie. You had hoped it would convince him to come home sooner.

After a few more hours of whining and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, you were sitting on the couch. Beau was sprawled across your lap, confining you to your place.  You ran your fingers through Beau’s hairs to keep him comforted. You weren’t risking anything to wake him up. You knew he would be instantly calling for Jamie again.

You desperately wanted a glass of wine but you couldn’t have one anyway. You were 2 weeks late. You had hoped it was just your cycle being off but the morning sickness told you otherwise. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. Beau was already a handful. You couldn’t imagine another little one. Jamie was a great father, but that was when he chose to be around.  

You heard the garage door opening and sighed. 

Jamie walked into the house, putting his bag down by the door. “How are my two favorite people?” he asked quietly.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” You mumbled under your breath or so you thought.

“What does that mean?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“I’m not doing this in front of Beau, Jamie.” You quipped standing with a stirring Beau in your arms.

“Here let me take him…” Jamie offered. 

“If he even gets wind of you, he will be up for another three hours and I am exhausted.” You snapped softly, taking Beau upstairs leaving a hurt looking Jamie in the living room.

You put Beau to bed and headed back downstairs. You contemplated just going to bed yourself. Beau had drained all your energy and you weren’t prepared to battle with Jamie. But you knew you couldn’t avoid it.

You took a deep breath and found Jamie in the kitchen pulling out a bottle of wine. You watched as he poured two glasses.

“Is this about that video you posted?” he asked from his place at the counter. 

“The video of your son crying for you?”

“How long was he like that?” he asked obviously feeling guilty.

“All day today, and twice last week.” You answered honestly.

“He really misses you when you are gone. Me too.”

“I’m really sorry Y/N. I should have come home earlier.”

“Jamie, I want you to actually want to come home and see your family.” You snapped quickly.

“I just… the guys wanted to go out and I thought why not.”

“So your wife and child sitting at home didn’t even cross your mind?” you almost choked out. The day was finally taking its toll on you.

“I just needed a break Y/N…”

“A break? You got your break, Jamie, a full 10 days of it! What if I just decided I wanted a break huh? Just leave for a few days.” You were astounded.

“That’s not what I meant…”

“I don’t want to do this now. I’m tired.”

“Let’s just have a glass of wine together, please?”

“I don’t want a glass of wine.” You lied.

“Y/N, come on.” 

“I’m late Jamie.”

“You’re what?” he questioned

“Late, as in I’m about 80 percent sure I’m pregnant.”

“How does that happen Y/N?” he asked rubbing his hand down his face.

“Well we had Beau, I didn’t think I needed to explain it to you…”

“You know what I mean Y/N!”

“You’re saying that quite a lot Jamie, and I am not sure I know anymore.”

“Y/N, we already have Beau and with Hockey, everything is just so hectic.”

“You don’t think I know that? You aren’t the one who is at home every day. God Jamie, if you didn’t want this…”

“Of course I wanted it Y/N.”

“I just wish you would show it sometimes… I don’t care if you do it for me but Beau adores you and I don’t want him heartbroken”

You took his silence as your cue to leave. You headed upstairs to your bedroom and began to change. You stole a glance at the mirror at your non-existent baby bump. You heard Jamie’s heavy footsteps against the stairs.  You looked towards the door but it didn’t budge.

After a few moments, you walked into the hallway curious. You noticed Beau’s bedroom door open. You walked slowly and leaned against the doorway. You watched Jamie knelt against his son’s bed. You watched as he watched Beau sleep. You couldn’t help your heart swoon.

Jamie finally noticed you, and you noticed his red-rimmed eyes.

“Can he sleep with us tonight?” he asked in a whisper.

You just nodded in response as Jamie took Beau in his arms. Beau instantly cuddled into his father. Jamie followed you into the bedroom. He placed Beau softly in the middle of the bed. You both crawled in under the covers. 

You sat there in silence until Jamie spoke up.

“I know I don’t always show it, but there is nowhere I rather be. I’m going to step up Y/N. For the both… All three of you. I promise.”

You nodded praying he meant it.

Barnes’ Books - Chapter 9

In which pretty much everyone is sad. Sorry.

Previous chapters on the Masterlist

When I’m sure they’ve gone, I go back to the shop. I don’t want to go home, alone, and there’s a part of me hoping there’ll be a note from Bucky, something to hold on to.  There isn’t.  Steve’s playing with something on the floor when I walk in, scrabbling under the counter, but she runs over to me when I walk in.  I shut all the blinds and lock the door, leaving the light off, then curl up in a chair, and cry.

I cry for my own stupidity, for letting myself fall for someone; for having nothing else in my life; for James, alone in the care home, away from his only family. I cry for a long time, until it hurts to breath, until my skin feels raw with the salt tears. Steve is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me, I’m curled up, hugging my knees, glad that my joints are aching and my clothes are digging in and I hurt. I want to hurt. It’s what I deserve.

Eventually, you have to stop crying. Your body stops for you, even when your heart carries on. I was exhausted, too tired to be angry with myself any more. Too tired to go home. So I did something I probably shouldn’t have. I tucked Steve under one arm, and walked up the stairs into the flat. Kicking off my jeans, I lay down in the bed, just for a little bit, and tried to pretend Bucky was there with me.

Of course, I fell fast asleep and woke the next morning, confused and sore.  I blinked and looked around, then leapt out of bed, ashamed. In the bathroom I confronted the damage that the tears had wrought.  My eyes were red and swollen, my cheeks looked rough and sore. The rest of me looked as disastrous as always. I pulled on yesterday’s jeans and splashed some water on my face, but deep down I didn’t care.

Downstairs, I fed Steve again but she didn’t come when I called. Going out into the shop, I found her scrabbling under the counter again but when I shook her food box, she scampered in as if she hadn’t eaten for a week.

I opened the shop every day that week, went through the motions of selling and stocking and locking up. I smiled and made coffee and played with children, and then at night I went home to my own flat and sat in the dark alone. I visited James every day but the spark had gone out of both our lives and I had little to tell him. I ate badly – either nothing, or too much – and I didn’t sleep, and I cried.

On Friday, I got a text from Bucky. It was short, to the point. It hurt. ‘Accountant coming Monday. That OK? B.’  I replied saying it was fine, but he didn’t respond.  And so on Monday, after a lonely weekend, where I’d drunk alone, too much, and forgotten to eat, the accountant came. I showed him the accounts notebook, the system that Bucky had set up to record orders, the cashing up. He nodded, took away receipts, muttered about valuations.

On Tuesday, another text. ‘Estate agent coming Thursday. That OK?’ Estate agent. So Bucky meant to sell the shop? Sell James’ home, my job. The place where he grew up, where he was happy.  I cried more, and drank more. Yet again I replied and yet again he didn’t respond.

I replayed every memory of the weeks we’d spent together, and doubted every one.  I’d been kidding myself that Bucky was my friend. I told myself I had nothing to offer, nothing anyone would want. I was a convenient shop assistant, a favour to his Granddad. A joke. I was ‘nothing compared to’ his fiancée.

James was doing little better than I was. I made sure to visit him, it was the one thing every day that mattered to me.  He looked old and sad, and spent a lot of time talking about the family that had gone, about the friends he’d lost. He asked me every day if I’d heard from Bucky, but I didn’t tell him about the estate agent.

On Thursday, I woke up when the alarm went off, but I couldn’t move. What I’d thought was a cold coming on the day before had worsened. A regime of poor food, excess alcohol, poor sleep, and depression, had left me susceptible to every virus. I was icily cold then feverishly hot, my body aching unbearably.  My head throbbed every time I coughed, which was often. I tried to stand but felt so weak that my legs trembled and I fell back onto the bed, shaking. I felt sick and sore.  My last coherent thought before I fell into a fevered sleep was Bucky.  I sent him a text – ‘cant open shop, agent, ill im sorry’ – and then slept.

The only time I left my bed on Thursday or Friday, was to crawl to the bathroom to be sick. Each movement left me weaker, my head throbbing, my brain in a fog. I drank a little water from the tap but couldn’t have made it to the kitchen to get a glass. I slept, or lay half-conscious, unable to easily separate reality from fever-delirium.  At one point, late on Friday, I heard my name being called, and a loud banging. The noise hurt my head, so I buried it under the pillow where the sweat stuck hair to my face. I slept again.

By Saturday morning, I was seriously dehydrated, although I couldn’t have said as much. My cough was rattling through me, leaving my chest aching. I was retching but there was nothing there.  I heard the banging again, and my name, but was too weary to even move. I shut my eyes against the light seeping into the room around my curtains.  When I opened them again, Bucky was standing there. Another hallucination.

He crouched down beside the bed, resting the back of his fingers on my forehead.  Against my overheated skin, his hand felt as cold as metal. I tried to say his name, but my tongue was too dry and stuck to the roof of my mouth. I blinked, and the hallucination was gone, so I shut my eyes to sleep.

A moment later, I felt an arm snake around the back of my neck, and a glass being held to my mouth, a trickle of water wetting my lips.  I opened my mouth to gulp the water down, and opened my eyes to see Bucky again. He was in a suit, the tie undone and askew, and was scowling.  Too soon, he took the glass away, and laid my head back down. He sat down on the edge of the bed and I tried to stay awake to look at him. He twisted to look at me.

“I was worried. You didn’t answer my calls or texts. Nobody answered the door yesterday. I had to lie to a locksmith and say I’d lost my keys, to get in,” he said, watching me. This was a great hallucination.  He put his hand out and brushed some of the sweaty hair off my face. I fell asleep again as he stroked my face.

When I woke up, the hallucination had gone. I felt slightly less wretched than before, although the difference was slight. I turned my head a little to ease my stiff neck, and noticed a glass of water by the bed.  I knew I hadn’t put it there, but all I could think of was how nice it would be to drink. I pulled myself upright, my arms trembling with the effort, and gulped down the water. It was icy cold and felt delicious on my sore throat. I lay back, half-upright, and looked around the room. It looked different. My head hurt to think so it took a while, but I realised that it was… tidy.

Since Bucky had left, I’d taken to coming in from work, throwing my clothes in the corner, and getting into bed with a bottle of wine.  The dirty clothes were all gone now, and the collection of wine bottles and glasses too.  I swung around in bed and stood on trembling legs, walked slowly to the bedroom door. I had to hold onto the doorframe and walls as I left my bedroom and turned into the living room. It was only a small flat but it felt like a marathon to walk that far. There was a strange smell, and a clattering noise from the kitchen. I turned into the doorway to see a man’s back. He was standing by the stove, stirring a pot, and humming to himself. There was clean washing up stacked beside the sink and the washing machine was churning.


He turned and saw me. It was Bucky, of course.  I was leaning on the doorway, worn out with illness, tiredness and confusion.

“Hey, you should not be out of bed,” he said, stepping across the kitchen to put an arm around me. “Come on, sit down for a second.” He pulled out a chair and I slumped into it.  He crouched at my feet, looking up at me, his eyes an intense blue.  “Give me a minute, I’ll change your bed.”

Before I could speak, he’d stood and walked past me.  I heard cupboards opening and closing – luckily my flat was small enough there weren’t many places to look – then silence.  A few minutes later, Bucky returned.  I stood, holding onto the chair.  Other than his name, I still hadn’t spoken. I started walking, still unsure exactly what was going on, why he was here, but I was too weak still and my knees gave way.

Before I could hit the ground, Bucky’s arms were around me. He lifted me up easily and carried me through to my room. Putting me down on the bed, I felt the cool crispness of fresh linen, such a change from the hot, tangled, sweaty sheets I’d been lying on. My eyes closed as the cold pillow comforted my head, but as I drifted off to sleep, I was sure I felt someone kiss my cheek.

When I next woke, the light coming through the curtains was softer, as if evening was coming. I’d slept more peacefully, the fever breaking at last although I still felt limp and exhausted.  There was another glass of water by the bed, and again I eagerly gulped it down.  The flat was silent and I was starting to doubt my own mind.  Carefully I got up again and walked out, on legs as weak as a newborn lamb’s.

In the living room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, legs up on the coffee table.  He was reading a book and rubbing something on his lap. For a moment, I flushed brightly, wondering what he was doing, before I realised he had a cat on his lap. Steve.  Bucky and Steve were in my apartment.  I felt lost.

I coughed, harshly, and Bucky turned around, the movement disturbing Steve who stretched and meowed.

“Hey sleepyhead! Any better? Can I get some medicine into you? You’ve fallen asleep every time I’ve tried.” He stood, lifting Steve onto the couch, and walked into the kitchen as he spoke. I followed, sitting down in the chair again, chilled and tired.

“What are you doing here Bucky?” I asked, my voice raspy and sore.  He put some paracetamol and another glass of water beside me, nodding at me to take them, then pulled out another chair, sitting near enough that our knees were almost touching.

“I told you. I couldn’t get hold of you and you’d said you were ill. I was worried. So I came to look after you.”

I couldn’t quite process it. He gave me bits of information as he ran me a bath, found me clean pyjamas. He sat outside the bathroom door talking as I lay in the bath, making sure I didn’t fall asleep and drown. He continued talking as I sat back in bed, exhausted but feeling so much better for being clean, and gave me home-made soup to eat. It was as if he hadn’t been able to speak for the last two weeks, and needed to let everything out.

“When you didn’t reply to my note, I thought I’d blown it, our friendship, so I tried to keep it business-like, but, I don’t know, things felt different back at home,” he said, but before he could continue, I broke in.

“What note? You didn’t leave one.”

“Before we left. I came down out of the flat with Maria and you were gone, so I left you a note.” I turned in the bath, staring at the doorway, as if I could see him through the wood.  

“There was no note. I went back to the shop after you’d gone. There was no note.” I climbed gingerly out of the bath, the heat having sapped the last of my strength, and half-heartedly dried myself, before pulling pyjamas onto damp skin.  As I started to clean my teeth, Bucky spoke again.

“I left a note, on the counter. Next to Steve.” A pause. “Saying I was sorry. Asking you to call me if you’d still be my friend. Telling you I needed a friend.”

I pulled the bathroom door open, and he looked up. He was sitting on a dining chair he’d pulled up outside the door, elbows resting on knees, head resting on hands.  Now that water and rest had cleared my head a little, I could really see him.  He looked terrible. His skin was grey, eyes red-lined, and the frown between his eyes was deep again.

“I never got that,” I said, and as if on cue, Steve rounded the corner, ignoring us both as he walked into my room and jumped on the bed.  I remembered the way Steve had scratched at something under the counter in the shop when I’d been there.  “Steve. She must have chased it.”

Bucky let out a groan of exasperation as I climbed into bed, too tired and emotional to give a thought to Bucky being in my bedroom.  He nudged the cat with his hand and she glared at him, before moving over and climbing onto my lap. I felt teary, in that post-illness way, when every emotion seems too raw, your nerves exposed. I kept my head down and stroked Steve, watching as one or two tears darkened her fur.  

I felt the bed move and looked up to see Bucky sitting down. He looked at me, then lay back, on top of the duvet, resting his head back against the headboard. He looked exhausted, drained.

“Out of interest, if you’d got the note…?”

“I’d have replied. I’d have called.”

His eyes closed, briefly, and his face seemed to relax.  Silence fell, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.  Steve purred on my lap, and my skin tingled from the hot bath. I was tired but had slept too much to sleep again just yet.

“Buck, why did you come all this way?”

He turned his head on the pillow to look at me. “I told you. I was worried. About you, and about Granddad. You were ill. The nurses say he’s gone downhill.”

I nodded.  “He has. I’m sorry.  To be honest, you look like you have too.”

He smiled, briefly.  “I’m fine. Work stress is all.” I didn’t believe him.

“If you need a friend, I’m here to listen. And thank you. For coming here, for taking care of me.”

For a moment, just a moment, I thought he was going to talk. He needed to, it felt as if there was a flood of words dammed up inside him, but before he could sleep, I was wracked with another bout of coughing, sending Steve off my lap and leaving me doubled over and struggling to breathe.  By the time I was calm again, Bucky had stood.  

“You need to sleep. You’re not well.” He leant over and kissed my forehead, leaving my skin tingling. Before I could speak again, he’d left the room, and I heard the flat door shut.

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