stop it nicholas

dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Cool to hear your prompts are open friend ^^. I loved the mermaid fic by the way it was beautiful. Ummm how bout Winteriron (surprise, surprise) with some oblivious pining even though their Daemons cuddle together. And Sam, Steve, Rhodey and Clint all try to point that out.

A/N: So this is super overdue. Sorry about that. Also, I may have borrowed Poe and Moro from my other Daemon AU story

“Come on, Buck. Just ask him out already.” Steve threw a punch.

Bucky caught the fist and countered. “Do you really need me to explain again in detail why me asking out Tony Stark is a bad idea?”

Steve huffed, blocking Bucky’s counter then jumping as Bucky tried to sweep his legs out from him. “I’m not denying that the history you two have is bad, but look at Poe and Moro.” Steve paused their fighting to nod at the raven and wolf daemons (respectively) nestled together in the corner of the Avengers gym. “I have never seen two daemons cuddle so much. I think it’s safe to say that despite everything, Tony cares about you.”

Steve glanced at the other side of the room were Clint, Sam, and Tony were trading off sparring with each other. Clint and Sam had taken to wrestling each other, while Tony was trying (and failing) to hide that he was watching Bucky.

“And Tony’s checking out your ass right now.”

“What?” Bucky whirled around and stared at his ass then looked up at Tony.

Tony stiffened, but quickly smirked then winked at Bucky.

Pink spread across Bucky’s cheeks, and Bucky quickly spun around to avoid looking at Tony. “You’re imagining things, Steve.”

A pang of disappoint hit Tony in the chest when Bucky looked away.

“Uh-oh. Did Bucky look at you funny again?” Sam asked as he pinned Clint to the mat.

Clint swung his leg and rolled them over so he pinned Sam. “If he looked constipated at all then that just means he was thinking about kissing you, but then felt guilty about it, cause he’s a pining idiot like you.”

“This again?” Tony huffed. He calculated the odds that he could walk out the gym without one of his teammates forcing him back. He had promised to give them an hour of his time and there was still fifteen minutes left. “You two and Rhodey need to stop reading Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steel.”

“We are at the mercy of the whims of our book club.” Sam grunted and managed to get Clint off him and put him in a headlock. “It also doubles as the When are Barnes and Stark Going to get Their Heads out of Their Asses Club.”

Tony startled as he heard a loud sound across the gym. Bucky was on the ground and flat on his back with Steve standing over him.

Tony’s heart leaped to his throat.

Bucky groaned as he saw stars.

“Jesus! Bucky are you okay?” Steve kneeled down next to him.

Bucky hissed as he pried his eyes open. That’s what he got for listening in on the conversation taking place on the other side of the gym.

James!” Moro sent through their telepathic link and suddenly there was a furry wolf face pressed against his and a tongue lapping at his cheek.

Bucky cringed at Moro’s pungent breath. “Ugh. Moro.” He shoved Moro away and sat up just in time for Tony to run up to him and crouch beside him. 

“Did you try to break your best friend in half, Steve?”

Steve sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t think I’d actually land the hit. Bucky usually dodges.”

Tony worriedly ran his hands over Bucky’s skull, searching for any broken bones or skin.

Bucky was a little too preoccupied staring at Poe, who was sitting on his knee, to pay attention to Tony’s worried murmurs.

Bucky closed his eyes and opened them again.

Poe was still there.

Steve’s eyes followed Bucky’s gaze and locked on to the daemon.

Clint and Sam muttered to each other as they joined the rest of the group, only to fall silent when they saw Poe resting on Bucky’s knee.

Tony ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair a few times, taming the locks back into place after he’d sent them askew in his search for a serious injury. “Looks like you’ll just have a bruise, and Steve will need to learn not to assume that everyone is going to dodge his hits. In fact, part of the point of training is….” Tony trailed off as he finally noticed that everyone had gone quiet and why that was.

“Oh,” Tony said, staring at his daemon on Bucky’s knee. “That’s why I feel so tingly. I thought I was just having another panic attack.”

Bucky’s chest swelled with hope. Normally if another person touched one’s daemon, it caused one to feel violated and sometimes even pain. The fact that Tony felt tingly meant that his feelings for Bucky ran deep.

Bucky slipped his arm around Tony’s waist and hugged him. “So would it be too forward of me to ask you out on a date?”

As Bucky’s words sank in, Tony’s smile blossomed like a gorgeous, golden rose. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“I was hoping that I would wake up this morning and this would have been a dream. It turns out I was the one with my heads in the clouds. Thinking that America would have continued to push the pendulum forward, make history and continue to change for the better. With so much social change that has happened the last eight years, I was looking to see the beautiful progression America would make. However we have been let down. The true colors have been shown and it’s a color it doesn’t represent the real America. Fear of acceptance, moving forward socially and anger over the last eight years under a black President is what led to last night. I am disgusted and disappointed that this is the outcome. Misogyny, bigotry, racism and white privilege won last night. The message this sends out to our children, other countries or even people living in the US…that it’s ok to bully those who are different from you, that it’s ok to treat women as property, or that women have no place outside of the home, that if you don’t look a certain way then you are subject to prejudice and that’s ok.

We have to be the ones now to fight for CHANGE. We have to continue to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves and we have to fight for freedom from the oppression that is sure to come. We are about to enter very trying times. AmeriKKKa is about to show its ugly head. We have to be ready to stand up for who we are and remember that only with love can we heal this hurt.

So to my brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and families of color; to my LGBT family; to those who are white but have been allies since day one, we ALL have to be strong. There are going to be trying times ahead of us. People are going to try and start shit with you just because and they will feel justified because trump has won. Don’t let them steal your power or your voice. Most important, don’t let them ever stop your shine. Be black, be Latin, be Asian, be Indian, be Arab, be gay, be trans, be proud to be a woman, love you culture and where you come from. We have to stand in our Pride and not let the hate stop us from being beautiful.”

- Nicholas Locke // @mrnicklocke for #ColorMeEqual , incredible photo by @ryanpfluger


I can’t watch this scene without seeing it like this sorry

  • neil does well in his math classes but for central curriculum type stuff he kinda rides the line of the grades he needs to keep playing exy
  • his parents matt & dan help him with those
  • kevin “helps” (it’s not helpful)
  • nicky and neil take a class together at one point but they both nearly get below the necessary grade because nicky would be horrible at having a friend in his class and would distract neil and no one catches on til it’s nearly too late since they SEEM to be doing homework a lot but actually nothing’s getting accomplished and then nicky is #banned
  • andrew would definitely notice but he wouldn’t do anything til the Last minute
  • someone else notices like right before andrew would have had to do something to which he’s like thank god i don’t need anyone thinking i care about exy or neil’s care for exy or neil
  • aaron notices nicky doing poorly and allison overhears the Drama and gets involved like what the fuck nicholas stop corrupting neil
  • renee is just like. staring at andrew from across the room. he’s pretending he doesn’t know her
  • kevin corners andrew and is like why didn’t you do something about this two months ago. like i know why but why
  • wymack also confronts andrew he’s like come on, we’ll invent a code word for “neil is too busy obsessing about exy to do his homework again but i totally didn’t notice bc i totally don’t pay attention to neil whom i am dating”
  • andrew breaks into wymack’s apartment and steals all his alcohol
  • the end
No Regrets Part 2

No Regrets Part 2

I’m loving this story so far and I’m excited to continue it. I’m hoping you’re just as excited as me!!

NSFW: swearing

“When are we gonna let this go?” Daryl grumbled, pressing his palms against his eyes and rubbing them in small circular motions, “It ain’t that big a deal.”

“Someone actually convinced you to go into a social gathering,” Carol said, “I’d say that’s a pretty big deal.”

“It ain’t,” Daryl repeated, “Just decided to stop by for a little bit.”

“A little bit just so happened to turn into a few hours, right?” Carol argued with a giggle, “I think you’ve got a soft spot for that Mia girl.”

“It’s nothin’ like that,” Daryl muttered, chewing on his thumbnail as he always did when he got nervous or uncomfortable, “And this conversation is over now got it? Don’t wanna hear any more of this soft spot bullshit.”

Carol parted the curtains and looked out the window as she heard a lot of commotion coming from outside. She grinned and tapped on the glass with her fingernail.

“Look, it’s your soft spot walking by,” Carol said.

“Goddammit,” Daryl grumbled, although he made Carol burst out laughing as he got up anyway and leaned over her shoulder to get a look out the window.

“I think you’re smitten.”

“I think you’re full of shit.”

Daryl scoffed as he watched Mia stop in the middle of the street as Glenn and Tara joined her, Nicholas, and Deanna’s son and Spencer’s brother, Aiden. Mia turned her head to say something to Aiden but stopped when she caught Daryl looking at her. There was a bit of satisfaction for Daryl as her cheeks turned red and waved at him. Why he had that feeling? He had no clue. But he wasn’t about to sit there and ponder the reasons why. He gave her a short wave and quickly walked away from the window while Carol snickered.

“What’s so goddamn funny?” Daryl snapped.

“Oh nothing,” Carol said, closing the curtains once more and sitting cross legged on the windowsill, “You’re just in denial that’s all.”

“Oh fuck off,” Daryl groaned, “She’s a good kid but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Someone’s getting defensive,” Carol teased, “Shouldn’t fight things like this. It’s not healthy. Just a thought.”

“Yeah,” Daryl grunted, “Don’t you have some stuff to do?”

“I do, I just figured I’d throw some advice out there before I left,” Carol replied, “Mia’s really sweet you should get to know her. Here, I’ll start you off. Next time you guys have a chance to talk, why don’t you ask her where she’s from or what she did before all this? Simple questions.”

“That shit still matters?”

“It might to her.”

“You should get going,” Daryl said. Carol patted his arm, shrugging as she headed out of the house. Once she was gone, Daryl took a peek out the window again to catch a glimpse of Mia walking out of the gate with Aiden, Nicholas, Glenn, and Tara. He realized what he was doing quickly and shoved himself away from the window, thinking of what Carol had said about fighting this…whatever it was. He scoffed as he stormed into the kitchen, “Whatever.”

Not much time passed at all when the five of them returned from their run. It had been maybe four hours, four and a half. Glenn was walking ahead of the group, fuming. The commotion attracted the attention of a few others, including Rick and Daryl.

“What’s wrong with him?” Daryl asked Mia.

“Aiden got under his skin,” Mia murmured, “And now he doesn’t think Glenn should be going on runs and Glenn doesn’t think Aiden should be going on runs and it’s just a mess. Got into a little scuffle with some walkers on top of it all.”

Daryl looked at her up and down, suddenly noticing the smeared dirt on her knees and pieces of twigs and leaves stuck in her hair, “Yeah I can tell. You alright?”

“I’m okay,” Mia said, pulling a leaf from her hair, “More embarrassed than anything. I was fighting one off and I tripped over a root. Sprained my ankle and everything. But I’m okay.”

“Should probably wrap that ankle up,” he said, “Where’s the first aid?”

“That’s really sweet of you, Daryl,” Mia replied, “It’s in the infirmary. I’ll take you there, come on.”

Mia and Daryl barely took two steps forward when things escalated between Aiden and Glenn. Aiden swung at Glenn, which he easily dodged and knocked Aiden down to the ground. Nicholas instantly jumped forward and lunged at Glenn.

“Hey!” Mia shouted, coming towards Glenn and Nicholas despite the swinging fists, “Nicholas stop it right now!”

Mia grabbed his shoulders and lightly tugged. Nicholas ignored her and continued swinging, throwing his elbow too far back and hitting Mia right in the face. The accidental hit sent Mia to the ground with Aiden and it made Glenn snap out of it as he rushed to her side.

Daryl tackled Nicholas within seconds, his large hands wrapped around Nicholas’s throat. All the noise and screaming was enough to bring Rick and Deanna out from their houses.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Rick exclaimed. He ran for Daryl and wrapped his arm around him, trying to pull him away, “Can we not do this now?”

Rick managed to pull Daryl off of Nicholas as Deanna struggled to calm everyone down. Glenn was helping Mia back onto her feet and she avoided eye contact with Daryl as he approached her, holding her now bloody nose.

“Good news is I don’t think it’s broken,” she said, “Probably gonna gonna end up with a black eye. Come on, I’ll show you the infirmary.”

“That asshole elbows you in the face and you’re not mad about it?” Daryl said.

“Well, you kinda handled the anger for me I guess,” Mia said, “You were so quick too. But anyway, it was an accident. Glenn’s right, Nicholas and Aiden are totally clueless about going out there but Nicholas has never been malicious.”

Mia pointed to one of the houses that had been converted into an infirmary and Daryl walked her inside, “How the fuck can you possibly see the good in everyone?”

“You ask me that like it’s easy,” Mia said as she sat down on the bed, watching Daryl grab tissues and ace bandages.

“Lean your head back,” Daryl instructed as he pinched her nose lightly with the tissues. He kneeled down on one knee and carefully took off her boots and her socks. Keeping his eyes focused on the bandage wrapping around her ankle, he continued, “Figured it had to be easy.”

“It’s not,” Mia said, “But it was sweet of you to come to my defense so…thank you. And thank you for helping me.”

“Sure,” he said. He finished bandaging up her ankle and patted her leg to let her know it was time to lower her leg. He stood up and took the bloody tissues, handing her clean ones. It gave him a chance to meet those blue-green eyes. He could spot the beginnings of a black eye forming underneath her right eye but he stopped himself from commenting on it. Instead, Carol’s advice from earlier popped into his head, “So uh…what um…what’d you do before the world went to shit?”

“Oh, nothing exciting,” Mia replied, “I was a party planner. I was close to opening my own business but then…ya know…the world ended.”

“Wow,” he grunted, “Startin’ to see why you’re good with people. You’re good at fakin’ it.”

“What, you think I’m pretending to like you?” Mia said, “Because I genuinely like you, Daryl. I really do think you’re a good man. Is that really so hard to believe?”

Daryl shrugged, turning to walk away from Mia, “I dunno.”

“Hey,” Mia said softly, grabbing his wrist. She gave him a light tug so he would turn back around. He turned but he stared at Mia’s boots on the floor by his feet. Mia stood up, keeping her weight off her left foot as she made him lift his head, “You are a good man. And that’s the truth.”

A part of her felt guilty as Daryl was visibly uncomfortable so she let go of his wrist but she refused to let him break eye contact. Daryl finally spoke, gesturing to the bed, “You should sit down, keep off that ankle. I’m gonna get you a rag so you can wash all that blood off your hands.”

Mia obliged, taking a seat on the bed, “Thank you, Daryl.”

“No need to thank me,” he said. He couldn’t believe this one woman was making him feel so strange. And he still didn’t have the slightest clue what to do with her. And no matter how much he kept his guard up, she still fought her way in. How much longer could he fight it before she would destroy that wall he’d protected himself with?

After cleaning Mia up, she put her shoes back on and he walked her back to her house. They got a few looks but Mia didn’t seem to notice or care. Daryl tried to be as indifferent towards it the she was but who could ignore dozens of people staring at you?

“Don’t mind them,” Mia remarked once they were on her porch, “They’re all just intimidated by your group. Especially with Glenn and Aiden fighting earlier, everyone’s a little scared of you guys.”

“Me choking the other one wasn’t helpin’ either was it?” Daryl muttered.

“I guess not,” Mia giggled, “But who cares? I thought it was a thoughtful gesture. You wanna come inside?”

“I don’t think I should,” Daryl said.

“It’ll be fine,” Mia insisted. She opened the front door and stepped inside, turning to look at him over her shoulder until he gave in and followed, “I’m sure you’re hungry. I could make us some dinner. I’ve been craving Italian food. What do you think? A little spaghetti, a little wine. Sound good?”

“Sounds fine to me,” Daryl said. He followed Mia into the kitchen and sat down at the table while she gathered ingredients together. He watched her fill a big pot with water and set a lid on top of it.

“Just gotta wait for the water to boil,” Mia said. She reached up in her cabinets and grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle sitting on the counter. Taking a seat next to Daryl, she poured him a glass of wine and slid it in front of him, “Normally I’m not a fan of red wine but you take what you can get.”

Daryl nodded, “Can’t be picky these days.”

He was mostly silent while Mia made dinner. He just sat there and watched her graceful movements. Even with a limp her movements were smooth. He found that he could watch her all day and he would be content.

And that’s when it hit him.

It was possible that Carol was right. But he wouldn’t use the word “smitten” like Carol had. It was possible that he just had a little crush on her. Acknowledging that fact made him cringe but he also knew that it wouldn’t last long. Knowing that Mia would never see him as anything but a friend maybe that easier on him. He would move on from this. He was certain this was nothing. Nothing at all.

Hope you all like this chapter :) <3 love you guys

If you haven’t seen Part One you can read it here!