street gazing

The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

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Happier - Jughead Jones

Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw

@satanwithstardust also wrote a fic based on this song, you should go and read it because she’s bae kthxbye :3 oh and uhh this goes out to… my mother! @betty-coopers-number-one-stan 

Warnings: saddish :c

Hope this was okay, and thank you so much!

Words: 2,302

It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide. 

Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.

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Scars || Steve Rogers x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where the only way you can get rid of your scars is if your soulmate kisses them away.]

{summary: you are known as Steve Roger’s shadow, and you only have one purpose in your life, and that is to protect the man from any unknown dangers all while hiding your presence from him. one fateful day, when an assassination attempt goes wrong, leaving you injured in the process, Steve finally sees you for the first time and slowly helps with treating your wounds [[au]]}

yooooooo this is saeran–choi, i just changed my username to my new favorite character, momo sakaki (i also wanted to get a username that only has a single dash in it instead of two for purely //aesthetic// purposes)

I’ll work on updating and fixing my masterlist once my computer is fixed, so i hope you all will forgive me for changing my url!!!

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

dedication tags: @rvnclawss , for being an awesome friend in general.

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!!**


Sometimes, you absolutely despised how fragile you were as a human being.

You worked for a secret agency who’s main purpose was to act as a personal guard for superheroes. Now, it may seem like having bodyguards for superheroes would be a lost cause, since their duty was to protect the world and save innocent lives with their superpowers. One would like to believe that such heroes would be able to protect themselves, but they didn’t know the half of it.

There’s always some type of danger hidden from their sights, and if the world was to remain safe, then there had to be a group of people that could act as a shield for these superheroes without them knowing about it.

The moment you had completed your training, you were given the name and files pertaining to the hero you were assigned to protect-

And that hero was named Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.

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Predictable (Damian x reader)

Requested: Yes
Prompts: 12. “We were never just friends.”
14. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Word Count: 618

A/N: This is a cute Damian fluff piece! @alfred-the-cat-writes I hope you like it! It’s a part of my prompt list requests, but it’s cute and I thought you’d like it!

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It won’t hit you until the morning after, when you wake up without them next to you.
It won’t hit you until you’re out with your friends and their name won’t be mentioned even once.
It won’t hit you until it’s three a.m. and you’ve checked your phone’s messages multiple times but nothing is there.
It won’t hit you until you’re at the supermarket and you’ll have nobody to double check what you need with.
It won’t hit you until you’ve got the greatest news and you can’t tell the person you’d always tell first.
It won’t hit you until you’re watching a movie that you’d usually watch with them, and when that scene where the both of you died of laughter plays, you find yourself sitting in silence.
It won’t hit you until you see a couple across the street gazing into each other’s eyes when you’ll miss the familiarity.
It won’t hit you until you’re drunk and lonely, when you’ll miss being held.
It won’t hit you until you’re finally at your best, but they’re not there.

It will hit you then, that you’re doing okay.
That your heart is still beating,
that you can survive without the help of anybody.
That you can be happy on your own,
that when you thought you’d be sad over it forever, you were wrong.
When that happens,
I want you to know
that without you,
their life wouldn’t have been the same
and sometimes they feel lost without you too.

—  Lovers often after they become strangers

norcumi  asked:

Silly prompt! Obi/Rex, clothes swap/sharing, please?

Obi-Wan is a… bit surprised when, instead of going through his walk towards work totally unseen, as always, he gets… looks. Smiles, and nods, and glares and eyes not meeting is, good looks and bad looks all mixed…

But still. Looks. When normally people are always happy to act as if they are alone on the street, crossing gaze something the average person will avoid at all costs.

It’s when he hears ‘Good day to you, officer’ that he realises why.


Rex walks into the precinct and, immediately, Windu descends on him like the plague. He hasn’t even had his first coffee, why him.

“Fett, can I know what in the fucking hells you are wearing ?!”

Rex is very, very surprised because of all the questions he was expecting, this one doesn’t even make the top hundred cut.
He looks down, expecting to see nothing else but his uniform… and is faced with a blue and white plaid shirt instead of the police-blue one.
Oh fuck.


While lazing around in bed, kissing and letting things heat up in the morning is a very good thing, doing so on a work day was not smart and both Rex and Obi-Wan literally jumped into their clothes and ran to work.
It’s a testament to their panic at the idea of being late (School director Yoda and Captain Mace Windu are two different kind of terrifying but still. Terrifying.) that none of them noticed they had grabbed the other’s shirt.

Sure, Rex’s was a little too tight, but that was starched clothes for you, and Obi-Wan liked his clothes to be comfy, he did not notice that it was quite in the ‘too big’ category until too late.


Rex glares at his partner.
“Not a word. I spilled coffee on mine, I was lucky enough to have a vaguely blue shirt in my car.”
Right.” snorts Skywalker. “Must have been there since you were a teenager, given how small it is.”
“…Shrunk down in the machine.”
Of course.”

Anakin looks like he’s about to let the matter drops when Obi-Wan almost runs inside the police station, looking around with wild eyes… wearing Rex’s uniform.
And, fuck, that does things to Rex. How likely is he to be caught if he just kidnaps his boyfriend and doesn’t let him leave their bedroom for the day ?

“Oh, looks like the laundry does delivery service.” snarks Anakin.

Rex will kidnap Obi-Wan.
But first, he’s killing his partner.

sweetiepea410  asked:

Oh my gosh, your writing is rad! I don't know if you're still willing to take NatsuYuu prompts, but if you are: Natsume goes missing, either by the interference of youkai or by getting lost, on a family vacation and Touko and Shigeru try to find him.


“Oh, dear,” Touko murmurs, for the fifth time in as many minutes. “How could this have happened?”

She scans faces in the crowd, looking for one in particular, a hand folded against her heart. One minute, Takashi was right beside her, pointing out little birds nesting in a low bush and flowers growing through cracks in the sidewalk, and then they turned a corner and he was gone.

“Takashi isn’t a child,” Shigeru reminds her, not unkindly. “He can take care of himself.”

“Of course he can. But he doesn’t know the address of the inn we’re going to, does he? I didn’t think to tell him, did you? Oh, what if he’s lost?”

All by himself in an unfamiliar city, without a map or a cellphone or anything but a fat, lazy cat to guide him safely.

The thought digs burrs into her heart and pricks hotly at her eyes, and she presses her fingers against her mouth before her trembling lips can give her away. 

Sweet, gentle Takashi, who tries so hard to be helpful and wants so badly to be wanted. Smiling like a small sun at the breakfast table each and every morning, bright and beautiful and so deserving; so much a part of her life that his name is one of the first thoughts that cross her mind in the morning, one of the last to leave her mind at night. 

And as they near the inn, and Touko spots that familiar tawny blond hair from nearly a block away, her heart leaps into her throat and her pace nearly doubles and she barely has time to take in his sheepish smile before she’s holding him close. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, so carefully, his silly cat all but crushed between them. “I got turned around. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You know how Touko gets,” Shigeru says, but he was barely a step behind her, and his hand settles fondly on the softness of Takashi’s hair with visible, weighted relief. “I’m glad you’re alright. And I’m surprised you beat us here.”

“Oh,” Takashi stammers, hugging Nyankichi a little closer to his chest. “Oh, there was – someone was kind enough to point me in the right direction. And I had Nyanko-sensei with me the whole time, I was okay.”

Shigeru levels Touko with a knowing look, one that says “see? he can take care of himself, after all” without saying anything at all. 

But Touko knows that. Takashi has been taking care of himself for a long, long time. And that’s why she doesn’t want him to need to do that anymore, or ever again. Not now that she’s here. 

Takashi hesitates only a moment before following Shigeru inside, and raises a hand to wave at someone down the street. Touko follows his gaze, but there’s no one there. She thinks of a white crow, and of whispered rumors and a long string of temporary foster homes, and all the warm evenings Takashi spends talking to himself in his bedroom. 

And she lingers a few steps behind her family, and bows deeply to the empty air. 

“Thank you. I’m so relieved he wasn’t alone, thank you,” she says, hoping to be heard. Knowing, somehow, through the soft wind that curls through her hair a moment later, that she was. 

Takashi isn’t a child, and Touko isn’t a mother.

And yet she pours all of her love and care and worry and pride into him like water into an empty well, and waits up every night he comes home late, and praises his scores in school, and takes extra care in packing his bento on the days he comes downstairs with tired eyes.

If Takashi isn’t that, and Touko isn’t this, then she doesn’t have words at all for what he’s come to mean to her.


Summary: An imagine submitted by @radiatingrachel about going to the Grammy’s with the the boys.

Warnings: None, y’all all safe here.

Rating: Safe, no smut just a heck ton of fluff. 

A/N: Hey! My name is radiatingrachel and I’d love it if you checked out my works!! Have an amazing day!

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Have You Got A Twin? (Miniminter)

Have you Got a Twin?

 Miniminter x Black! Reader 

bit of fluff, mostly comedy 
Requested? Yes! This was requested by one of my best friends @catwomano-o I hope you like it lovely! 

 For the first time in a while, the Sidemen house became restless, tired of sitting in the same room, same chair, all day and night. So, they decided to have a day out, consisting of mostly shopping for food and furnishing for their home, Tobi tagging along as well. 

 The five of them were leaving Jamba Juice, wanting something light on their stomach before they got grumpy, already agreeing that they would not go to Nandos until they were done doing what they had to do. Simon, was beyond ready to go back to his comfortable spot in his chair after only being out for two hours, and Josh was getting really tired of the youngers whining. 

 "Just go sit down Simon!“ Josh exclaimed, irritation thick in his tone. The blonde huffed and stormed out of the store, sitting down on a bench outside of the clothing shop. Simon shook his knee impatiently, trying to occupy himself with his phone, but nothing was making the time go by any faster. 

 "Um, excuse me, but do you have a twin?” His ears perked up at the attention he could potentially be receiving, his blue eyes glancing away from his phone and towards the voice. There stood casually was a dark skinned woman, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. However, he also noticed the mischief recognition in her eyes. She was a fan. 

 "What?“ Simon chuckled a bit, finding it amusing at how ditzy the woman was being. She laughed a whole hearted laugh, stuffing her hands into her pockets semi awkwardly. 

 "Do you have a twin..?” She repeated, her eyes shining with mischief and slight admiration. Suddenly, before Simon could answer, the beautiful woman pulled out her phone, her curls falling in front of her face. 

 "Because you look a lot like him" The woman shoved her phone into his face, Simon squinting a bit before he could register what he was seeing. It was one of his… more well known pictures. The blonde covered his face in embarrassment, letting out a mix of a groan and a whine. The woman started giggling wildly, letting the blonde take her phone out her nimble hands and move it up so it was next to his face. 

 "We are the same person!“ Simon exclaimed, moving his finger from his face to the picture on the screen rapidly. The woman stared for a while, clicking her tongue while acting as if she was really thinking. She loves how frustrated Simon was getting.

 "Are you sure? He’s way more attractive” The woman stated as if it was a fact, making Simon shoot his hands up in the air in surrender, moving so his head was dipped back. At this point, he knew the girl was just taking the piss out of this whole situation, so he decided to get his revenge. 

 What started as just a quick jab to her side, turned into a full out tickle war, the pair of giggling people sat on the bench getting some strange looks from those around them. Simon had one leg hooked over the dark skinned woman’s thighs, trapping her against the bench as his pale fingers ran up and down her sides, neck and arms, finding her sensitive spots quite quickly. 

 "Simon! Simon please!“ The woman laughed out, the blonde pausing at the mention of his names. The man shook his fist in the air in triumph, basking in the attention he was finally receiving. 

 "You DO know who I am!” Simon cheered childishly, making the woman, he had currently trapped, giggle and blush lightly. Simon learned that she laughed a lot, and it was music to his ears. 

 "Yeah yeah yeah. Prick" she muttered, making the blonde snap his head towards hers, eyes squinted.

 "What was that?“ Simon tempted, fingers ready to strike where ever they need to. The dark skinned woman shrunk back, on the bench and into her army green jacket, almost as if she was a turtle. 

 "Prick” she whispered, her eyes challenging, but her body language screaming fear. Simon looked her over for a moment before he moved so he was practically straddling her, making sure she didn’t just throw him off immediately. 

 "What are you doing? Get off of me!“ She whined, smacking at his back lightly as his arms slung around his neck, his cheek pressing against the top of her head. It was strange to anyone who was passing by, as Simon was literally almost twice the size of her.

 "Hiiii” he greeted as if he was child, giggling while tickling the back of her neck, causing her to shriek. “Simon!” She whined, trying to squirm out from underneath him. Simon laughed a whole hearted laugh and gripped her shoulders, pushing himself up and off of her. “So what’s your name?” Simon asked curiously, shoulders pressed against hers as he glanced to his side, right into her dark cheek. Even her side profile was beautiful.

 "Y/N" she grinned, moving her head so her eyes met his. Simons breath hitched, and his mind became cloudy. 

 "Y/N..“ he breathed out, lips parted so he looked as if he was breathing properly, even though his breath was incredibly shallow. A blush creeped up onto her cheeks, shifting her gaze to the concrete ground. 

 "Don’t get all shy now” Simon nudged the woman, teasing her enough to bring back the bright personality he found so intriguing. Y/N felt a fire erupt within her, the fiery gaze snapping to his stupid blonde head. The blonde shot his hands up in surrender, shrinking back slightly. 

 "Alright ok, don’t gotta look at me like that" Simon sassed, drawing another giggle out of the woman, making his heart flutter. The pair talked for thirty minutes straight, not only getting to know each other but also acting as if they had been friends for years, but it soon came to an end, the other four men coming out of the shop with bags.

 However, the minute the four men saw Simon Minter socializing with a female, they froze, especially at the fact that it was a beautiful, dark skinned female who was way out of Simons league. Y/N and Simon giggled a bit more, pushing and shoving each other before the rest of the men walked up to the pair, smirks plastered on their faces. 

 "Hello" Tobi spoke up politely, sending the female a polite smile. Y/N gawked at all three of them, not believing her eyes. 5/7ths of the sidemen were standing right before her, and her whole body shut down.

 "Oh my god, is Y/N L/N really speechless?!“ Simon teased, dragging the woman out of her trance. Y/N punched the blonde in the arm before lifting herself up off of the bench. 

 "It was nice talking to you Simon” Y/N winked, strolling down the street with Simons gaze burning holes into her back, smiling smugly to herself. 

 "She’s bit out of your league isn’t she Simon?“ JJ joked, but Simon couldn’t even argue with him, knowing it was undeniably true. 

 "So out of my league” He trailed off before smiling smugly, waving his phone around “But I still got her number”

Vampire!Gaston Headcanons

Originally posted by evansluke

A/n: Thought it would be fun to show you guys some headcanons to start off and if you want more vampire AU stuff just lemme know :)

•Gaston doesn’t talk much about how or why he was turned, all anyone really knows is that happens not long before the war came to an end.

•You’d think becoming immortal would finally grant him a little humbleness, but that’s where you’re wrong.

•He’d be lying if didn’t enjoy being a sort of village wonder now that he was a vampire.

•Ladies and men would beg him to get a glimpse of his sharp teeth or hound him with questions about myths they’ve heard about the undead.

•Regardless, Gaston can only really be seen out of his home during the night or sometimes during the day.

•He has never and probably willl never feed on an innocent person.

•Everyone noticed whenever he traded in his bright crimson coats for more darker hues.

•He insists red is only for special occasions.

•Becoming a vampire boots his charisma by like 100, the man can woo anyone that looks him in the eye.

•He does it from time to time to get a little amusement out of it, but after he met you there was never a need.

•Gaston waits a pretty long time before telling you about being a vampire.

•You were the first person to make him feel human again, and he was very worried about scaring you away.

•I mean sure you were a little freaked out upon learning this information, but then again, who wouldn’t be?

•Much to Gaston’s relief you come to terms with it pretty quickly.

•He hadn’t tried to hurt you before, and you didn’t see a need to be scared of him.

•Although you are very mindful about small things like paper cuts or knee scraps, not wanting to spill blood around him.

•You literally never have to worry about anyone doing any wrong to you like ever again.

•Because anyone even tried their ass would be gOne.

•Gaston has zero patience for things like that when it comes to you.

•Tries to make his home as lively as possible whenever you’re over, trying to make it seem cheerful and alive as possible.

•Gets an annoying habit of wearing flowing white tunics any time you’re around the house for extended periods.

•Trying to be a suave little fuck and act like he had no idea but it’s written all over his face.

•You have a bad habit of getting lost in the things you’re doing for hours at time, much to the annoyance of your little vampire.

•Gaston always lots of attention, especially when it’s from you.

•And if you get lost in your own little world for too long, he’ll sneak up behind you and gently graze his teeth on your neck to make you jump.

•He’ll chuckle and innocently explain he just wanted you to talk to him.

•Sometimes you’ll find him looking on at the people going about their days with a sad look of longing on his face.

•You’ll try to get him to open up about it. But he’ll only shake his head anytime you ask and place a soft kiss on your palm, thanking you for being worried about him.

•Gaston has a lot of heightened senses, and he feels things very strongly.

•He can get upset with you for trivial things like laughing with another man from the village, or going way for too long without telling him.

•You’ve grown to deal with his mood swings, calming every worry that might arise with patience.

•Gaston gets lost in your presence sometimes, wondering how you manage to put up with all his abnormalities with such care and understanding.

•He always reaches out for you during the most random moments, like when he’s walking down the street or gazing out the window.

•His hand will just extend in your general direction and you know he needs you closer.

•Gaston can be a very intense person, so he tries to be gentle with you.

•He’ll sigh into every kiss with a content smile plastered on his handsome face.

•Would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, even pushing you away for weeks at a time.

•Gaston would do anything to keep you safe from all the evil out there, even if that means himself.

Requested : Maid Café scenario

Anonymous said:Could you write a Mukami brothers x Reader scenarios where they find out that their shy girlfriend, Reader, is working at a Maid Café one day?

Here ya go~ Couldn’t  help but think of Misaki and Usui but anyhow :

Ruki : You were walking home from your part time job, the Maid Café. It was sadly the only job that would accept you because of your night schedule, and you weren’t planning on telling any of the brothers, resulting on you disappearing right after school without their awareness of it. Or so you thought. 

Walking home, you wore a backpack with the clothing inside, reminiscing the excuse you had to come up with when entering the mansion. As you opened the door, you were surprised to find that none of them were there, at least for now. Walking to Ruki’s room, you didn’t realize what had happened in less than a second before feeling the pain of being slammed against the shut door. Ruki appeared, grabbing forcefully your throat. 

“Where were you, and who is it?” He interrogated. The glare he gave you was enough to make you heartbeat speed up increasingly. Not understanding the meaning his words, Ruki glanced at your shoulder, immediately grabbing your backpack and ripping it open. A smirk soon followed. The vampire lifted the black and white clothing for you to stare at before pulling his face closer to you.

“All those questions about how to make a proper latte…this sort of part time job huh?” He said, tautingly. “How about you show me how you do it. Show me how you take care of your master.”

Kou : “M Neko-chan, why won’t you look at me, why are you avoiding eye contact?” Kou insisted. He had been trying to figure out the reason of your constant escape every night, and knowing the power that his eye beheld, you tried as hard as you could not to meet it. Eventually, the vampire caught your wrist with his strong hand, pulling you to his side. 

“Nothing is happening…I swear” You said, looking at his chest, concentrating on looking down. He placed his other hand behind your back, immediately closing the gap between the two of you.

“M Neko-chan is hiding something…Look at me…” Letting go of your wrist, the vampire cupped your chin, forcing you to look right at him. The power of his glance was piercing and sharp. A few seconds occurred in silence. “My own little maid…huh?”

You gulped and tensed with him caging you this way. 

“I’d rather have you wear some cat ears for you to be a real M Neko-chan, but I guess that’ll do for tonight…”

Yuma : “SOW!”

The sound of your nickname resonated through the stone alley. You were leaving work, and hoped that none of the brother would ever see you in that maid costume. Seeing the tall vampire at the end of the street with a furious gaze upon his face made you fear down to the core.

“Yuma don’t worry it’s just a part time jo-” You shrieked when feeling his large hand grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest. You were so frightened, your legs started shaking as he pressured you down with his gaze.

“Tch, take it off!” He growled out. 

“Y…Yuma? Here, outside?” You questionned, gulping down the anxiety inside. The clutch around your limb tightened, earning a hiss from you in the process.

“You think I care?!” He drew your chin up, his nose almost touching yours. “I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, don’t even think of going back to that place!” And with that, he ripped off the front of your uniform, pressing you to change.

Azusa : “Eve…san?”

You froze. You were standing in your room, trying as quickly as possible to change from your Maid uniform, just before the vampire entered.

“A-Azusa” You mumbled out in shock.

“What…are you doing…? This…is your part time…job?” He spoke in clear doubt and confusion. “Maid…Café?”

The vampire walked up to you, pulling back the uniform against your skin that you were just trying to take off. You made a sound of incomprehension as he simply stared at you.

“I…want to see… Eve san…taking care of customers…Will you let me be…your customer?” He asked, making your cheeks flush red before pulling you closer to him. 

yoongi scenario | d is for dalliance

dalliance  /‘dalɪəns/  noun.  a brief involvement with someone; amorous play

genre: angst, fluff
word count: 1k
warnings: hints at sex
a stand-alone in the ‘synonymous with love’ series // d is for…

“We were dazzling – resplendent in the night’s sky. We lit up the city with our passion; every street was kindling for our fire. But the problem with stars is that they die in the end. And we were no exception.”

Those words, though repeated a thousand times, still taste dulcet on your tongue. They are delicate things, but they make you feel at ease – repeating the mantra till it throbs through you. This way you won’t forget what you are. It reminds you of the fleeting seconds you spent with him - Min Yoongi, your star boy, a sky away from you - it reminds you of the dalliance you had, great and glorious, it will repeat, it has to.

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I miss her Part [4/...]

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 951
Warning: none. Just a cute old Bucky coming up!

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.


I know that Bucky speaks Romanian in the movie but I didn’t want to use google translate for it…but maybe someone of my readers can help me out!

He started the day like all the others since he moved away from America. Really early in the morning, he would stand up and take a shower before he would make himself some breakfast when he had enough at home to make some.

Romania was a place where no one would suspect Bucky to be, at least he thought so. But he didn’t know about Tony and his smart computer system Friday which gave [Y/N] enough locations to look for Bucky. She got Odessa in America, Bogota in Colombia and Bucharest in Romania. [Y/N] hoped that maybe she could find Bucky somewhere near the cities.

Today was market day, so he decided to visit the busy streets of Romania even if it made him some kind of uncomfortable. Still he overcame his fear and went to the market.

“Do you want some of these?” the seller pointed to the plums that where laying out in the little booth in front of the former soldier. He looked up to the seller and nodded shortly “Yes, I take…six of them, please”

The seller took one of the plastic bags and put the few plums in it after Bucky gave him his money and waved good-bye with a short smile.

Walking down the busy streets of Romania, he often noticed some police cars racing down the street. Every time it happened he held his breath for a few seconds before the car passed away. It was an old reflex which he could never get rid off. Sighing, the former Winter Soldier walked through the people that were also visiting the market.

Living in Romania was not the best option, but for Bucky it was enough. Here, no one gave him a second look or even recognized him once. He knew that he would be safe here. But still he missed America. It was his home and the home of the person Bucky missed the most.

After watching [Y/N] for almost five months, Bucky decided to leave her and her new founded life behind because he thought her life would be better without him in it. Oh, if he only knew…

Suddenly he heard a voice calling out which brought him out of his thoughts “Be careful!”
He stopped and saw a woman right on the other side of the street. Her gaze was fixed on Bucky which made him a little bit uncomfortable. Before Bucky could say anything to her, he noticed a little boy right next to him.

He was holding a teddy bear in his right hand and a little plastic bag in the other. Desperate, the little boy looked for a way to cross the street without getting hit by the cars that were racing down the streets. For a short moment, his gaze went up to Bucky who gave him a smile before he called out to the boy’s mother “Wait over there!”
Smiling, the soldier knelt in front of the little boy “Is that your mother over there?”

The little boy was a bit shy and hold onto his teddy a little bit more before he gave him a quick nod.

“My name is James. Do you wanna tell me your name?” he smiled at the little boy before he got the courage and gave him a small smile “I’m Relu…”
“Relu..that’s a great name. You have to help me. I want to bring you and your little friend over here” he pointed to his teddy bear which he held tight “to your mother. You have to hold my hand, so I won’t lose you” Bucky winked at him.

Now Relu was more confident than before and gave him bright smile before he took Bucky’s hand without even asking why he wore a glove because it was mid-summer season. Smiling, Bucky gave his little hand a light squeeze before he looked out to see when it would be the best time to cross the street.

Only a few seconds later, James pulled him with him over the street to Relu’s mother who took her son in her arms. Softly she kissed his head and smiled at Bucky before she set Relu down and thanked him “Thank you so much. It’s very dangerous to cross these streets alone. I thought he was right behind me”

“No problem, ma'am. I like to help whenever I can” Bucky smiled at her and winked at Relu who hold onto his mother’s hand before he giggled.

“Don’t you wanna thank him for helping you over the street?” the mother smiled at her little boy as Relu gave Bucky a kind smile “Thank you, James”

So they said good-bye and left for their home just like Bucky did. He smiled to himself and made his way back to his little apartment which was not that far away from the center of the city. The district where he lived was not the best place to live but it didn’t matter. He was happy that he got the flat without much effort. The little skyscraper was full of little families and workers who couldn’t afford that much.

Walking up the stairs, he thought about his old apartment in Brooklyn in the 40s. He had lived there together with his little sister Rebecca who was five years younger than him. They stayed together until Bucky left for war. But it also made him sad that his sister and the rest of his family was already dead.

He fished the keys from his pockets and opened the front door.

But he froze mid-way in the apartment when he saw [Y/N] sitting on the mattress on the ground.

Their gazes met instantly when she gave him a weak smile “Hey…”

Part 5

Aaaaand another part is done! I hope more of you will read this and give me good feedback! I love you all! <3

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For Day 1 of @juminzenweek : Secrets.


Jaehee blinks at her computer screen. She had thought Jumin would head back into his office, but he still stands in front of her desk. He’s been tapping his fingers against the desktop as if he has something to say, and Jaehee has been preparing herself for the woes of another inconveniently timed cat project. Zen is the last word she would expect to come out of Jumin’s mouth. 

Finally she looks up from her computer screen. “Zen?”

“He’s been acting… strange.” Jumin looks down at her. “Has he not?”

Zen has indeed been acting very strange. He’s been avoiding the messenger for quite some time now and when he does pop in he’s been quiet, distant. He’s been a lot more vehement when the topic of Jumin comes up. Disappears altogether when Jumin himself logs in. 

“Zen has…” Of course Jaehee has noticed every subtle change. She’s gone to lunch with him and Yoosung in the past week when Jumin, in a rare show of generosity, gave her the time to do so. Zen had looked tired. He had fidgeted in his chair, glancing around every few minutes as though he expected someone to show up uninvited. Someone like… Jumin, perhaps. “He’s been very distant lately.” 

No use in lying. Jumin has clearly noticed and is, oddly, bothered by it. 

“Mm.” Jumin’s noncommittal hum is more telling than any response. 

“Are you worried, Mr. Han?”

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Give My Love to Huckleberry Finn (Part One)

A few days ago @finding–cat tagged me to share a piece of my favorite writing. This is the prologue to a story I wrote in the fall. I’m not sure it’s my best work but it was my first attempt at magical realism and I had a really good time writing it, which for me matters more than the final product. Since it’s completed and edited and just sitting on my hard drive, I figure why not share it?

Synopsis: Once schoolmates, Harry and Cece haven’t seen each other in ten years. That is until one Autumn afternoon when Cece stumbles onto the strawberry farm where Harry lives and works. After seeing his meager life conditions, she offers to teach him how to read in the hopes that he will make a better life for himself. Only, that’s easier said than done considering the fact that Harry has a pair of wings. 

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