thanks for giving me a genuine laugh

My Fake boyfriend Part 8

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2910

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by seabasschino

Before the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own. But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid, their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.  

During the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets. This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have again, the possibility of a family.

You were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.

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Imagine hanging out at Jeff’s house one day and changing into one of his shirts as you always do. He questions why you do it and in return tries yours because he can. Needless to say, your shirts are not fit for Jeff’s physique.

I gotta give credit where it’s due and thank @tapes-at-monets for creating ‘Dating Jeff Atkins’ headcanons which spawned this idea :)

Originally posted by yalica

Jeff Atkins X Reader

Bliss. 

Warm, comfortable bliss is what your mind immediately conjures up as you snuggle into one of Jeff’s shirts. The two of you got a little sidetracked from your after-school study session, and you prolonged your stay just a little longer when it started to drizzle outside. But with your shoes kicked off and jacket hung up in the front closet, your own t-shirt wasn’t cutting it and you wanted to be comfortable. Truly comfortable.

“Why is it,” Jeff laughs as he enters his room, “that every time I leave you alone for a minute, I come back to you wearing my clothes?”

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…and have been wanting to say it for awhile now.

It was rather obvious, but this blog is honestly… pretty dead. I always had the intention of coming back, but with friends leaving this place behind, there seldom were people that I interacted with on a regular basis– and thus a lack of motivation to keep up with the influx of asks (of similar and repetitive nature– there’s really only so many things to do before things being to repeat themselves, especially if you’ve been at it for a really long time, not taking into account interactions and events.) I tried multiple times to get back into the flow of things, but it simply never worked out due to the aforementioned issue as well as things such as school schedule, the workload it presented, and now a job with the potential to grow into sometime promising– especially when it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, which is work on games.

This place has been a positive impact on my life and general existence. Tremendously so. I’ve been here since the very beginning as the second blog back in April 2015 (forgive me being a little prideful in saying so, it just means a lot to me) following in badlydrawnjotarokujo/kakyoyoin’s footsteps, and then being followed by badlydrawnpolnareff– both who became lifelong friends of mine, whom I cherish to the very end. This place has done a lot, even if only by setting certain things in motion. I had a lot of fun, and had a lot of opportunities– I improved drastically in my art, met a lot of great people who I still talk to, got a lot of attention for a blog filled with dumb doodles, and even met up with people at conventions– namely Katsucon– making good friends there, as well. I built a lot of confidence, learned a lot, went through some hardships, and was able to feel accomplishment whenever I got an ask saying I made someone laugh, brightened their day, or even helped them be happy despite how much life sucked, even if by just a little. I’m sorry for never answering them, but I do get those asks, I see them, and I want to thank you all for them. I might be a little dramatic, I suppose, but there’s just a lot I’m thankful for. 

I just really wanted to say a genuine thank you for all the support and love that  me and this blog has gotten over the past two years. To make people happy, give ‘em a laugh, or even inspire someone with my art; that’s really all I wanted from this. There was a huge timeframe where I got busy with school and wasn’t able to do much and I’m sorry for that, and I’m ever so grateful to everyone who insisted I take my time and take priority in my other work, and even followed me outside of this blog, which means so, so much to me. Thank you to everyone who showed me love and support in your asks and comments despite my inability to keep active. And for putting up with the feeble attempts to make stuff again.

To say I’ve been pretty absent from Tumblr as a whole is an understatement, although I’ve been AT LEAST trying to keep my artblog up to date w/ somewhat nicer pieces I do. I’m much more active on my Twitter, where I’m at least a couple hundred times less serious sounding than this, I swear. I also have been making use of Instagram as of late. Snapchat too, if anyone’s into that? I’ve been doing a lot of art and have been practicing on getting better and better, and have a lot of plans for the future, such as convention tabling and making art for games, and further down the line, a webcomic (hopefully with music and animations!) that I’ve been planning and developing for the past year, as well as run a coffee shop alongside bdpolnareff, my QPP. So, things have been looking up, even if I’ve been struggling with depression and the like. I have things I really look forward to. I’ve also recently graduated and have a Bachelor’s degree in Digital Arts & Design! School ain’t over yet, though, since I’m spending another two years in school for a degree in Game Art. Then comes the student loans…

So, while I really want to say sorry for probably disappointing you all with a general lack of content here (which I really am), I want to focus on the positive. I want to express just how thankful I am to all of the 3,000+ people that decided to follow this blog (which was WAY past any expectation that I ever had, tbh) For just being there, validating and supporting me, whether you said something or didn’t,  ‘cause it’s something I really needed. Honestly, you all are the reason that I kept at it for so long, after all. I’m really, really grateful– probably more than you could ever realize. And if I could ask, if you liked my stuff, please follow me on other places and don’t be afraid to drop a comment somewhere, ‘cause I really appreciate them! (Although I’m kind of bad at conversation sometimes, especially in DMs, but I still appreciate–)

I honestly could say thanks and thanks again all day, and it’s probably getting really old by now if you’re still reading, but I just… really wanted to say how much all of this meant to me. So, as a final thanks, thank you for taking the time to read this. ‘Cause that means a lot too. This is goodbye! From here, at least!

I wish all of you luck and good fortune for the future. There are dark times ahead, but remember that it’ll always pass! Easier said than done, I know, but you can do it! Things may not go as planned, but sometimes those things happen so that something greater may come later. After all, we wouldn’t know what happiness is if we were never sad. You never know what’ll happen!


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Honorable Mention for Dad Character of the Day: Spy from TF2


First off, I want to give a huge thank you to @sacklegend for linking me to this. I didn’t even realize the newest TF2 comics came out yet and I had a good laugh at the situations in here.

But this right here? While this is another addition to how much Valve and TF2′s crew listens to its fans’ creative (though sometimes weirdly concepted) story pitches, this was a genuinely sweet moment that at least deserves an honorable mention. Scout denies the Spy being his father so much that Spy tricks him into believing Tom Jones is his father in his dying moments (typing that out is unbelievable in itself) but he gets that one moment to actually be there for his kid in a genuine(ish) manner.

Honestly, they played something semi-humorous out in a well told way.

Height Difference- Jeff Atkins x Reader

this was a request that I got at the beginning of the week but me being me is only getting to it now due to finals! hope this wasn’t too shit! 😁💓

warnings: bullying(?)

info: the reader is bullied for their height, and Jeff being Jeff steps in and comforts them :)

Originally posted by wkom



    Being 4'11 in Junior year is not a fun story, let me tell you that. Constant remarks of “Shortie” and “Midget” are basically part of my everyday routine at this point. However, today was a different story. Considering as it was 95 degrees and sunny outside, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and wear shorts. Walking into school, everything was fine. The usual remarks were made, but no horrid jokes on my size…. that is until I got to my locker. 

   My locker is unfortunately right near Zach Dempsey’s, where all his little jock friends hang out in the morning, so there there was no shock factor when Bryce approached me, looking down upon me.

   “Hey y/n! Did you get those shorts from the kids section? Seems like they’re the only ones that’ll fit you!” Bryce smears, turning to laugh with his jock friends before turning back to me. I shake my head, and let out a huff.

   “Hey Bryce, that was a real good one!” I snap back, looking him up and down. “You know, it’s a real shame with all that money you have you can’t afford some manners.” I say as his face drops. Quite oooo’s come from behind me as Bryce gets closer, pushing me against my locker.

   “You watch what you say little girl,” he says, empathizing on “little”, “you don’t want to get me upset” he breaths into my ear. He reaches behind my back and pulls me in, our faces inches apart. I look down at the ground, but his hand squeezes my face, making me look at him. I shut my eyes, expecting the worse, but i feel the pressure of his large body fall off me. When I open my eyes, I see Jeff standing there, holding Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

   “What the fuck Walker. What do you think you’re doing?” Jeff yells at Bryce, letting go of his collar and pushing him slightly.

   “Dude, chill. I wasn’t going to do anything. With her height the cops might think she’s 8.” Bryce says, smirking at me. Jeff shakes his head and turns to look at me, making eye contact. His eyes search mine before turning back to Bryce and gripping his shoulders.

   “Bryce, shut the fuck up. Get the hell out of here.” Jeff proclaims, shoving Walker into his group of friends. Bryce takes one more look at me before smirking and shrugging.

   “Whatever man.” He says, turning around and walking down the hallway. Jeff turns to face me, stepping towards me.

   “Hey, you alright?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice. I nod my head and smile up at him.

   “I am now. Thank you.” I say, looking into his eyes. His eyes once more search mine, bending down so our faces are the same level. Before I know it, my lips are on his, moving in sync. Breaking the kiss, I look up at him, turning my head sideways.

   “What was that?” I ask smiling, now facing him.

   “Consider it payment for me saving you.” Jeff says, giving me his million dollar smile and winking. I just laugh and shake my head, looking down at his now extended hand. I grab onto it, letting him walk me to my first class, the butterflies in my stomach never truly going away.


FUCK IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SHIT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS STORY. ZERO DEVELOPMENT LMAO IM SORRYYYY

Oh the Irony

“Come on! Let’s take a walk.” Adrien gave his best wide, warm smile.

“It’s raining, Agreste.” Alya gave him a flat look. “We don’t have an umbrella. You may be a sunshine child, but I would rather not get wet.”

“It’s barely even drizzling.” Adrien said, pouting.

“Nuh-uh dude.” Nino said as he slung his shoulder around his girlfriend. “I think we’ll just have to call a cab.”

“But it’s only a few blocks away!” Adrien pouted some more. “I gave my driver a day off, and this is one of the only times I get to walk to places.”

“Sorry, man.” Nino said apologetically. “But I’m still recovering from the flu and I don’t want to get sick again.”

Sighing, Adrien nodded in resignation.

“I’ll walk with you.” A soft shy voice chirped up.

Adrien looked at the girl with bright eyes. A blush was spread across her cheeks, and she tried to hide her eyes with her bangs.

“Really, Marinette?” he exclaimed happily.

Slightly dazed by his ecstatic green eyes, Marinette tried to keep her nervous stutter out of her sentences. “Su-sure. But can we just stop by my house for a moment?”

“No problem!” Adrien said, practically bouncing from one foot to the other. His excitement was so overwhelming that he wasn’t able to catch Alya discreetly wink at Marinette. Marinette, however, blushed to her ears.

“Alright, we’ll see you at the café!” Alya called out as she and Nino headed out to find a cab.

“See you!” Adrien waved them goodbye, and beckoned for Marinette.

………..

The walk to her house was quiet- just the passing noises of the cars and the light patter of the rain. But for Marinette, she couldn’t hear any of it. All she heard was the mantra that she kept repeating in her head.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I’m going to tell Adrien how I feel.

With that she opened her mouth to finally tell him, but before she could get any words out, Adrien spoke.

“You know, I’ve always loved the rain.” Adrien said wistfully.

Marinette stared at the sad yet dreamy look on his face. “Why is that?”

“Because my mother once did too.” He said softly.

A comfortable moment of silence passed before Adrien took in a gentle breath and continued. “She would tell me stories whenever it rained. And when the weather wasn’t too bad, we’d take and umbrella and go for stroll down the road, maybe stop by at a nearby bakery to get hot chocolate.”

Adrien glanced at the girl beside him, and gave her a small smile.

“You remind me of her sometimes.”

Marinette cocked her head to the side. “How so?”

“I don’t really know.” Adrien paused for a moment, “I think it is because you both are kind, and sweet and gentle. But somehow, also strong, compassionate and determined.”

He let out a shaky laugh as he remembered his mother. “She used to be so clumsy too.”

“She sounds lovely.” Marinette smiled, melting at his soft look.

“She was.” Adrien beamed genuinely. It was moments like this that he could remember his mom in peace- his memories somehow bringing happiness instead of pain.

He reached out a gave Mari’s hand a squeeze. “Thank you, Mari.”

She gave it a small squeeze back. “Tell me a story.”

He offered her a grateful smile. “I can’t really remember much of the stories she told me. I can give you an abridged version though.”

Mari nodded in understanding.

“My mother was trying to explain to me the water cycle once, and she came up with the story. She told me that the rain water comes from the sea. The goddess that lived there couldn’t choose who she loved more, the god of the land or the god of the sky. Every few days the sky calls to her- the god would send down his winds to whisk the goddess away to his home. The sky god was cocky and confident, he tried to woo the sea through his muscles and charms. He was genuine though, but the sea probably never really realized it, and as much as the sea loved him, she was still torn.”

“After a while, she’d fall back into the land god’s arms- literally. She’d be so happy to see him, she’s practically kissing the ground he walks on as she slowly descends down from heaven. The land god was sweet and gentle. He probably never noticed just how much the sea loved him. He loved her though, he just couldn’t tell her. And maybe that was part of the reason why the goddess couldn’t choose.”

Adrien let out a sad sigh. “The cycle went on and on. The goddess couldn’t decide, and so the gods couldn’t tell her. They wanted to, they really truly did. But there were rules, and so they could never tell her. She’d have to find out for herself.”

“Tell her what?” Marinette asked entrancedly.

Adrien gave a soft chuckle. “That they were the same person.”

With that, Marinette also chuckled. Oh the irony. If only Adrien would realize that Ladybug and I are the same person.

If only Ladybug would realize that Chat and I are the same person. Adrien thought dreamily.

“That sounds romantic.” Marinette whispered.

“And a bit angsty.” Adrien replied as they finally stopped in front of the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery.

Shifting a bit awkwardly, Marinette asked Adrien to wait in front of the shop as she quickly ducked in. When she came out, she was clutching an umbrella and two cups of hot chocolate.

“I got us some hot chocolate. And I’ve been meaning to give this back.” She opened the umbrella and offered it to Adrien. “Here.”

Adrien stared at the amazing girl, who without even trying, managed to get him to share a memory he never shared with anyone. The girl that he had just realized was always there for him, always ready to help him (or anyone). The girl that was both strong and caring. A sweet and gentle girl- her bright blue eyes stared at him with so much light. Her smile was enough to warm him up.

An amazing girl, who reminded him so much of his mother- and now he knew why.

Her smile. You have her smile.

Only one other girl had made him feel this way.

With a shocked look, he took the umbrella. A distant thunder clap startled Adrien, enough so that he managed to press a wrong button and sent the umbrella flapping down on him.

Adrien blushed under the cover of darkness, cringing at his awkwardness until he heard her. A loud, unashamed laugh. She was laughing at him! He peered at her from under the umbrella, and let out a small chuckle of his own.

He looked at her and he could finally see her behind her shy disguise.

And she was so-  she was so………..

Irresistible.

Surprise!

Characters: Jared x Reader, fans, Jensen

Word Count: 1579

Warnings: implied sex and kinda fluff

Summary: All people ask you about is your past relationships and your relationship status during your panel. They are pleasantly surprised with the end result of their questions.

Authors Note: Honestly, this whole idea came from listening to Intertwined by Dodie. I wanted to have this song as like how they fell in love type thing. This is my first RPF. Also, Jared is single for this. No disrespect to Gen. Hopefully I satisfied your imagination with this! Feedback is always appreciated and enjoy xx

Originally posted by marvelouslyinsane

You slowly woke up in your hotel room with Jared’s arms wrapped around your waist. You lazily look at the time before jumping out of bed, realizing that you were running late for your panel.

Your panel starts in twenty minutes. It takes ten minutes to get there, leaving you with ten minutes to get dressed, and you still have to shower.

You texted Rob that you were going to be running late before taking a quick shower and getting dressed. You were about to rush out the door, then you realized that you hadn’t woken Jared up. You shake him awake and his eyes slowly flutter open.

“Morning sunshine,” you joke as you give him a quick kiss. “I’m running late for my panel, but I’ll see you down there after you get dressed.”

He hums in response, leaning on the headboard, looking at you. “Go on, don’t want to keep the fans waiting.” He smiles at you. “You’ll be great.”

You rush out the hotel room and made it to the panel, even though you were ten minutes late.

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Feel Me: short story

Pairings: Bucky x (enhanced) reader


Warnings: smut, swearing, anxiety, fluff


After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy and timid, and waited with patience until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut.

‘Good Morning’ you said with a smile, as you noticed that he still wouldn’t look at you as you spoke. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, he was nervous.

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@bettynayo submitted-!

Soooo I loved the parent headcanons of Korekiyo and Angie and I made a lovechild for the two! This blog is truly a gift to the fandom. The boi’s name is Koa and he is precious. What do you think? I would love to hear the admins opinion. Thank you for reading this!

Is it safe to say I started CRYING

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE THIS IS BEAUTIFUL HE’S SUCH A CUTE NERD I’M CRYING

Listen,, I literally just sent this to all my friends and yelled at them with caps lock beCAUSE LOOK AT IT IT’S SO CUTE ADMIN LOVES IT ADMIN’S CRYING

I never actually thought anyone likes my stuff thAT much ??? But gosh thank you so much !!! This actually genuinely made me happy and it’s so pure and I just

THANKS

I LOVE YOU 

// LET’S MAKE THIS THE OFFICIAL HEADCANON CHILD LET’S GIVE THIS PURE BOY A TAG

Through the Eras

Originally posted by hlut

Description: Seventeen just recently debuted, and you just so happen to run into Vernon and once that happens things escalate from there. (This story will be told from their debut from on so this is Adore U)

Warning: Angst? Fluff? no serious warning smut may be present in future stories.

Word Count: 4,935


“Have fun.”

“I will! I’ll be…” the phone abruptly hangs up and all I can do is roll my eyes. Carter has been super distant lately. He hasn’t wanted to hang out, and he’s been lying about where he is, some boyfriend.

After my train wreck of a phone call with my boyfriend ends, I spot a familiar stranger from afar. He genuinely caught my eye, with his stare and gorgeous features. Why does he look so oddly familiar? He must have caught me staring because he starts walking over to me. Oh shit, I’m about to get mugged! Why do I always stare!?!? I hate myself so much!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK! HE’S RIGHT FUCKING IN FRONT OF ME!!!!!!! I continue to look down at my phone pretending nothing just happened, when I feel a presence next to me on the once empty park bench. I almost shit myself not gonna lie.

“Phone call not go so well?” At this point I have no clue what to do so I try to play it off like I didn’t just almost shit myself. So, I give him the look that says ‘were you talking to me?’ he nods. Of course.I decided to play along so I answer properly,

“My boyfriend’s kind of an idiot, but what are you going to do?” Hopefully my smart ass comment makes him leave. He laughs, god dammit. When he does he look so familiar I can’t take it any more, who is this guy? I forcefully ask the question, “Do I know you?”

“Are you familiar with kpop?” I have no clue what this has to do with anything, but I just played along hoping the conversation won’t last too long.

“Yeah…why?”

“Well I’m part of a group called Seventeen, we just recently debuted.” My jaw drops wide and that’s when I realize, this is Vernon. I’m at a loss of words. I remember when the debuted just two months prior to my trip and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “So uh…”

“Sorry! I just uh… I like your group.” Goddamn, I sound so stupid. At least he laughs, phew. Thankfully he ain’t some perve trying to get in my pants.

“Thanks,” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly. Thank the lord he’s as awkward as I am. “So uh… what brings you to Korea…or unless you live here, you just seem, I don’t know where I’m going with this.” He blushes and I can tell he’s trying to make small talk so I just smile to ease the tension.

“I come here twice a year to get a break from things back home.” I glance at his face and see a grin appear. Wow, I never realized how attractive he was until I really took a good look at him. I turn away, hoping he can’t sense me blushing. Why am I such a weak bitch?

“Hey, I was going out to get ice cream you wanna come? Just a friendly gesture, I would hate for you to be alone this entire trip.” I hesitate but then my conscience tells me to fuck it and just go.

“That sounds great, I’m Y/N by the way.” I stick out my hand for him to shake.

“Vernon, but you already know that.” He smirks and takes my hand in his. This handshake seems like it’s been going on forever until I realize we never let go. I stare up at him and down at our hands, and we both pull away and laugh. Why is this shit like some dumb ass rom com I just want to die now.

“Can I ask you question?”

“Shoot,” he replies.

“Why did you stop and talk to me?”

“Well, you seemed lonely so I thought I’d keep you company.” Okay now I’m starting to lose hope this man starting to freak me out, so I just awkwardly laugh and nod before he follows with another reply, “Shoot that sounded weird, you just seemed a little distressed and I was just trying to be a good person.” Okay now I’m gaining more hope, he seems like a genuine guy, I smile, thank him and then we were on our way. Once we arrive, he opens the door to an adorable little ice cream shop. There are so many flavors, that I get overwhelmed. He leans over and says,

“You should get strawberry, it’s the best.” I give him a thank you stare and order my treat with delight, I definitely fuck with this ice cream. We find a little table to talk and he decides to tell me his life story, so I just sit down and let him explain because I could tell the sincerity behind his voice.

“I’m originally not from Korea, I moved here from New York. My mom is from the states, but my dad’s from here.”

“I’ve always traveled here as long as I remember. Couldn’t tell you why, but whatever it is, I always end up coming back.”

“That’s what I call true passion.” We both laugh the day away. We lost track of time until we realized the shop was closing. “Have we really been talking for that long?”

“I guess so. Oh crap, I have to get a cab to my hotel.”

“My dorm is just a block away, don’t bother with a cab. The boys won’t mind if you sleep on the couch.” Me, a dorm with thirteen boys, that is a solid yikes.

“Uh… I don’t know? You’ve already been so kind, I don’t want to get in the way. Plus I don’t know you extremely well so…”

“I really don’t mind, we have a bunch of extra things you can borrow. You can trust me, we won’t be a bother I promise, let’s head out before the owners of this place kick us out.” I give in because again he truly seems like a genuine guy.

Once we get to the dorm, my heart sinks to my stomach. I’ve been hanging out with an idol all day, only to be invited to his place, which happens to be the home of twelve other boys. What the hell is my life. Vernon introduces me to every member and they’re all so sweet. They were really trying to make me feel as comfortable as possible and it was honestly so adorable. I’m not the type to get soft but these boys made my heart feel like mush. When I explain I’m staying here they all grab blankets and pillows, offering me to use them. I laugh at the overwhelming amount of items surrounding me and thank them for being so kind. Vernon even offers me his clothes to sleep in. I accept, but he can tell how hesitant I am when I do.

“Are you going to be okay here?”

“With you guys hmm… I’ll think about it.” He smiles and laughs at my comment.

“Goodnight Y/N, you know where to find me.”

“Nighty night Vernonie.” He cringes at the nickname, and shakes his head and smiles. “Seungkwan told me to call you that.”

“I expected.” I laugh as I curl up in my nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. What a wild first day.

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    “Y/N, the guys and I are going to a meeting we’ll be back in an hour.” I just mumble and roll over on the couch. I hear the door close and check the time, it’s seven A.M.

    “Ugh.” I toss and turn until I give up on falling back asleep. I check my phone for texts and see a couple unimportant ones from my friends and some “talk when you can” texts from my mom. I call her and tell her I landed safely and made friends with the guys from Seventeen. She didn’t believe me. And to no surprise there were none from my ass for a boyfriend Carter. I grunt and see if the guys have anything I can occupy myself with, nothing. I just decide to shower and put on my clothes from the day before. By the time I finish the guys are back.

    “Y/N we’re back,” I hear Hoshi shout. I turn the corner and see all the guys, they look exhausted.

    “It looks like you guys need some rest. I’m going to call a cab to bring me back to my hotel.” Someone grabs my arm and it’s Vernon. He let’s go as soon as I notice and turns bright red. This shy son of a bitch.

    “Y/N the guys and I decided that you can stay here instead of having to pay for a hotel,” S.Coups tells me. I can’t help but smile, these guys are so sweet.

    “Only if you don’t mind.”

    “It’s really no bother,” says DK.

    “Vernon actually suggested it.” Vernon shoots Seungkwan a warning glare and turns bright red. I go a bit pink myself. The fuck why am I fucking weak bitch.

    “I’d love to stay with you guys.” They all bring me to the center of a big group hug. All I can do is laugh, these boys really something else

    Joshua and Vernon offer to help me go back to my hotel and help me get my stuff. I couldn’t turn that down. Once we arrive to my room Joshua takes the key,

    “I’ll go check you out while you two pack everything up. I’ll be waiting in the lobby,” he winks at Vernon, making him shake his head at his friends comment. This boy really tryna butter up my ass.

    “I guess you really didn’t need much help,” he motions at my already packed bags.

    “What are you talking about, I need help picking out a bomb ass outfit,” I say with sarcasm. His smile distracts me before I come to my senses. Snap out of it! You have a boyfriend! I have to stop overthinking my fucking life and get my shit together. I grab shorts and a shirt out of my bag and go to the bathroom to change. When you’re finished you catch Vernon looking at you. Shit, this man gotta stop.

    “Y/N I don’t mean to rush you, but we should probably get going, Joshua is all alone.”

    “Holy shit, I totally forgot.” I grab my suitcase, backpack, and purse, only to have my suitcase and backpack taken from me. “You know I’m not completely helpless.” I snatch my backpack from Vernon and he just shakes his head,

    “I’m only trying to help.”

    “You’re helping me too much I feel bad.”

    “You strike me as a very independent person.” He got me there. We make our way to Joshua who has been patiently waiting for us in the lobby.

    “Took you long enough,” Vernon punches him in the arm. I look at Joshua and we die of laughter. My phone vibrates, I look and it’s finally a text from Carter.

Carter: Call me when you get the chance, we need to talk.

I furrow my brow and Vernon leans over my shoulder.

    “Is that the boyfriend?” I nod. “Carter’s a cool name. A lot better than Hansol.” I can’t help but giggle at that.

    “I think Hansol is a much better name. It’s much more, unique.”

    “She’s right, don’t talk yourself down.” I lean in to give Joshua a high five and he returns it.

    “You guys got me there.” Shit this boy is actually me. Before I notice we arrive at the dorm, remembering I need to call Carter, I set my bags down and go directly back outside. After two dial tones he picks up, unusual.

    “Hey.”

    “What did you want to talk about babe?”

    “I’m sure you’ve noticed, but the last two months haven’t been the best. Especially for our relationship.” I feel a lump begin to form in my throat. I know exactly what’s coming. “Two months ago, I cheated.”

    “What!?”

    “I cheated on you. It was only a one time thing at first.”

    “At first! What do you mean at first?!” I started to talk louder, my face growing hot with tears.

    “After the first time, I started meeting up with that person more and more.” I was gonna break up with him eventually but to find out he cheated really hit me hard and I couldn’t help but lose it. I begin to cry and wail, silencing the other line until he begins again,

    “I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

    “You’ve seriously been wanting to tell me this when you could have stopped. What the hell is wrong with you.”

    “See, I knew you would over react.”

    “Over react?! You, my boyfriend just told me you’ve been cheating on me for two whole months. Not only that but you’re telling me this when I’m supposed to be having the time of my life.” I can’t help but scream these words in the phone I hear footsteps approaching the door, but they stop. “You are the worst person I’ve ever met. I can’t believe I wasted an ‘I love you’ on someone as selfish as you.”

    “You have every right to be mad.”

    “Of course I do! I never want to see you ever again. Goodbye Carter, you can go fuck yourself.” I hang the phone up and scream in aggravation. That’s when the door opens and I see Vernon’s concerned face staring at me.

    “Y/N, are you okay?” I collapse and he catches me in his arms and all I can do is scream and cry until I cannot take it any longer. I loosen from his grip and run in the dorm, receiving many concerned stares from the other members. I rush to the bathroom so I can be alone. I can’t believe it, I knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend, but I never expected him to cheat. As much as I didn’t want to admit it I loved him and he went and crushed my heart. I just wanted to get away from everything, but it all came to bite me in the ass. I feel like getting sick and my body becomes limp before being pulled into a much tighter embrace than before. I was unaware of Vernon’s presence until I hear , “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” I can tell by his unsteadiness that he’s a bit uneasy. “Please know you are going to get through this, he was only a dumb ass guy who doesn’t know an amazing girl when he sees one.” I cry into his shoulder as he rests his hand on my head. I giggle a little because of his cheesy comment, but continue to sob.

    We stayed together in that position for so long that I’m pretty sure I ran out of tears. He takes my face in his hands and wipes the mess that is my face and smiles,

    “Are you better now?” I nod and hug him one last time before he takes me to his bunk and covers me with a blanket. “Wait one sec.” A few minutes later he comes back with two cups of tea. I smile at the sight and he smiles back, returning his focus to the cups making sure they don’t spill. He hands both of the cups to me and I return him a confused look. “I need your phone.”

    “Why?”

    “I’m putting my number in it. I want you to text or call me whenever you are not feeling okay. What happened today really sucked, and I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to be there for you.” He quickly types in his number and sends himself a text making sure he put it in correctly. I hand him his cup and kiss him on the cheek. “What was that for?”

    “Thank you for not being a dick.” We smile and sip our tea in silence. I don’t really want to talk and luckily he respects that. Once we finish he takes the cups to the kitchen and while he’s gone I start drifting to sleep. He comes back and doesn’t hesitate to curl up with me. For some reason I can’t help but feel safe with him.

***

    The next morning I can’t help but feel an odd emptiness. I turn and see I’m alone in Vernon’s bed. All of the bunks are empty, they must be at practice. I check my phone and I have two texts from him.

Boys and I are at practice almost all day call or text me when you need anything.

Actually call me when you wake up, hope you slept well ;)

    Why is he such a sweetheart. I press call and wait for him to pick up, no answer. I go to call again but he’s calling back.

    “Good morning.”

    “Morning, how did you sleep.”

    “Pretty well, you didn’t have to stay there the whole night.”

    “Y/N, I didn’t want you to be alone. Plus we were on my bed, where else was I going to sleep?”

    “Um the couch, aka the place I’m supposed to be crashing on.”

    “Ew gross.” I shake my head, this bitch.

    “Vernon! We still need to nail the last part.”

    “Sorry Y/N, but I gotta go I’ll stop by and bring you lunch, there’s cereal in the pantry. Talk to you later.” Before I can reply he hangs up. I have no clue what I’d be doing without him right now.

    He really does keep his promises. At one o’clock he brought over some ramen for the both of us to eat.

    “Here you go again making me feel helpless.” He laughs running his fingers through his hair. I can’t help but notice his resemblance to Leonardo Dicaprio. He sure notices I’m looking at him because my staring end with his words,

    “Yes, I look like young Leo, I get that a lot.” I burst out laughing.

    “How the hell did you know I was thinking that?”

    “It’s the look.” He returns the look to me so I see how it feels. My face turns hot and he smiles at my reaction. “Not very fun is it.” I punch him in the arm. “Ow, you know with all the nice things I’ve done for you I don’t really think I deserved that.” I slam my head down on the table. How has he managed to bring my mood up so much? We continue to eat our ramen and laugh up a storm. I get up to fill a cup with water and he does the same. He walks by with his hands to his side and accidentally brushes his hand across my butt. I tense up and turn around. His cheeks turn crimson red as he apologizes like a child who just broke a vase.

“Holy crap, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too. It was an accident. I promise it won’t happen again.” I place my hand on his shoulder making us lose space between us.

“I’m not mad, I know it was an accident.” I soon realize our faces were only inches apart and I soon break up that mess before anything else could have happened.

“I’d love to stay here and chat, but I really need to get back to practice.” He proceeds to back out of the room bumping into anything and everything. I just laugh at the mess that is my life and finally get myself that water.

Hours go by until the boys get back around nine, all sweaty and super wiped out. As they pile in everyone finds something to calm themselves down with. Some occupy themselves with the T.V, others go to sleep, and one of them stays in the kitchen writing on a notepad. I take a better look and I see that the one writing is Vernon. I sit in the chair next to his, and can see that he knows I’m here by the way he tenses up. He lets out a big sigh and closes his book.

    “What were you writing?” Curiosity begins to grow inside me.

    “Just some lyrics.” He seems ashamed of it.

    “Don’t be embarrassed by it.” He just gets up and walks away. “Vernon wait.” I grab his wrist and he pulls me close, close enough where I can hear his every breath.

    “I need to write, too much is on my mind. I want to be alone right now.” He let’s go and I am shocked. Did I really make him this horny? Dino and Minghao walk over to me and tell me he hasn’t been in the greatest mood since lunch. They said he’s been irritable and down on himself.

    “Whenever we had breaks all he would do was write lyrics.” Minghao looks to Dino and he looks down.

    “What happened when you two were alone today?” Dino returns his gaze to the floor.

    “Guys I didn’t do anything to make him this way.” I guess I kinda lied. “He just randomly got awkward and stumbled out the door.” I’m trying to stop myself from going in shock. Something else must have happened. They tell me they believe me, but I don’t know if I believe myself. When the guys seem distracted enough by whatever program was on the T.V I make my way to Vernon’s room. I crack the door open and see him that he’s still writing. I decide to knock to be polite. He comes straight to the door.

    “What do you want?” I’m taken aback by his words. What happened to the polite, caring guy from earlier today?

    “Are you okay? I know what happened earlier was super awkward and I didn’t want to bring it up, but it happened and no one has to know.” He just stares at the ground and doesn’t say anything.

    “I write when I’m stressed,” he mumbles.

    I can see he doesn’t want to talk about earlier so I change the topic with him. “I’m assuming it helps a lot. Do you use life experiences for your raps?” He nods. “Guess I’m going to be a big inspiration for your next couple of songs if you’ve been writing that whole time.” I expected a good reaction but I get a,

    “Shut up.” I try to hide my laughter, but I can’t. I get him to smile, but I can tell he’s trying to hold it back. I know what will break him out of this mood. I start to tickle his waist making him giggle like a little girl. I continue to do so until tears are sprinkling out of my eyes and his. He tries tickling me back, but I’m not as ticklish as he is. It’s not until his hands are propped on my waist do I realize I’ve been sitting on his lap. My stomach flutters and I get off his lap as fast as I can. I hate this so much, calm down feelings. You just broke up with your boyfriend, chill out. He notices your urgency and takes you by the hand.

    “Thank you. You really helped me get out of my bad mood.”

    “After all you’ve done for me, this seems like nothing.”

    “Sometimes the smallest gestures can make the biggest difference.” He smirks and does the hair thing again, making my stomach do flips. I feel my face light up and I turn out the door. All the guys are giving me looks when I exit the room.

    “So, what were you guys up too?” Hoshi raises his eyebrows, making kissing faces. I punch his arm in response.

    “I just broke up with my boyfriend, calm down.” As soon as those words escape my mouth I run to the door of the dorm. I need to go for a walk. I haven’t thought about Carter since right this moment, gosh I hate myself sometimes. The tears start streaming again and they won’t stop.

    “Y/N! Y/N!” I turn around and see none other than Vernon. He pulls me into a hug and I can’t be mad at it. I just hug back and sob in his chest. “It’s going to be okay.” His back rub really helps me snap out of it.

    “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” He pulls me in one more time before we walk back to the dorm. He tucks me into my nest on the couch, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaving. I can tell he’s never done that before by the way his face gets red afterwards. I hope I can sleep as well as I did last night.

***

    Today is my last full day here, even though it wasn’t the ideal trip, I did meet some of the greatest people in the whole world. The guys promised to do something with me today and they decided on going to the mall. They insisted on buying everything I wanted, which made me angry. They already did so much. In return I bought an item for each member. They refused, but I did it anyways. They all deserved something even if it was little. After the whole day of walking around the mall and shopping, all the guys went straight to bed, taking advantage of the extra sleep. I start drifting off until I hear a  hesitant voice,

    “Y/N, are you up?” I nod and sit up on the couch welcoming Vernon to sit down as well. He takes a seat and looks me in the eyes. “Sorry your trip didn’t go as planned. I know you were really looking forward to taking a break from your life at home. I tried to make you feel content, I really did. I hope you had fun.” I smile and for some reason my fingers run through his hair. What am I doing? By his expression I’m sure he’s asking the same question. I pull him close where I can hear his heart start beating fast.

    “I had a wonderful time,” I say almost in a whisper before planting a small peck upon his lips. He tenses up once our lips make contact but as soon as he kisses back, all the stress is gone. I make my way on top of him and once I do his hands immediately go to my hips. We continue to kiss, not even caring that the members could walk by at any time. I start to make my way to his jaw planting playful kissing along his face. I can feel his breathing become heavier as my lips make their way to his neck, making his grip on my hips becomes more firm. I begin to kiss him more making my hands wander to his neck. They start to travel to the hem of his shirt pulling it off. He shifts positions so now I’m laying on my back and he’s hovering above me. He begins to place kisses on my neck and collarbones, making me bite my lip. I lean down and plant a kiss right next to his ear, “It’s all thanks to you.” He bites his lip and smiles. The look on his face becomes more gentle as he slowly caresses my cheek. It’s not until then do I realize what we just did. I just fucking made out with the bitch 2 days after I broke up with my boyfriend. He can tell by the way I tense up that this shouldn’t of happened

    “Y/N?”

    “Hmm.”

    “Do you want to forget this ever happened?” I hesitate at first but only because I can’t tell if I did this because of breaking up with my boyfriend, or because I genuinely am catching feelings for him. I realize I’ve been making him wait for an answer causing me to nod my head, making us agree to never speak of this again.

***

    When I wake up I see the boys all eating breakfast. I get out of bed to scope out the scene. I see so many mouth watering items that I can’t help myself. I make a heaping serving and once I start eating I feel sick. I haven’t eaten well in days and now it’s finally starting to catch up with me. Of course it has to be on the same day I get a flight back home. After holding down my meal I go and change into some comfy shorts and a t-shirt for my flight. While walking out of the bathroom I bump into Vernon. I just give him an awkward glance and you can tell the sexual tension was high, we both stared at each other until he broke the silence.

    “I’m going to miss you.”

    “I’ll miss you too.” He pulls me close, which catches me a little off guard. I decide to take it in and let it happen. I breath in his scent of clean laundry and what seems to be a hint of aftershave. I stayed in his arms for awhile until someone shouts that my cab was there. I give everyone a hug and I receive all their numbers in return. I will most definitely keep in contact with all of them. They helped make my trip suck less.

    “Bye thank you so much!” I am going to miss these guys so much. I make my way to the cab and see that I have received a text. I look at who it was and to no surprise it’s from Vernon.

Vernon: Call or text me when you get home, stay out of trouble  :)

Rin: I will don’t worry

 (p.s I’m sorry if this sucked I tried my best and feedback would be really helpful, I hope you enjoy :)

coololdsoulpoetlove  asked:

Again, there are too many good ones from this list!!! Why Summer? Why are you making me choose??? 😂😂😂 That said, could you please do 43-: "I will only claim you as my omega if you love me," with Philip?

43 - “I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.” 

Most couples look forward to their wedding night, but with each hour that slipped by, you began to dread it. Once your reception was over, you’d be alone with Philip. 

Your father described it as a political move. He arranged everything, essentially planned your wedding, and told you what to do as if you were a chess piece in his game. You resented him for it, but you had no other choice but to do what he said. An omega without an alpha couldn’t do much in this world.

You were brought up to be a wife, a darling, quiet omega. Philip was the definition of an alpha though he was much kinder than most. Even still, you didn’t like the idea of being forced to marry him.

The honeymoon suite was lovely and lavish, but with one step in, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You let the ends of your wedding dress fall as Philip shut and locked the door behind you. 

You tensed, hearing the locks click. The hotel room suddenly felt like a jail cell. 

You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want this. You didn’t -

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Philip called out to you, rushing to your side. He gently placed his hands on your shoulders and looked over you. “Is this okay?” 

You looked up at him warily, but you nodded. He had asked for permission. How noble. 

 “It’s okay. Deep breaths.” He calmed you down, sitting you on the edge of the bed. He relaxed a little when you began to mimic him, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “We don’t have to do this. Not tonight.” He cupped your face gently, eyes honest and true. He felt your heart rate slow down slightly, but you were still very nervous.

“M-My parents will expect to see a mark.” You whispered. “And my father, he’ll -”

“If he asks, I’ll tell him it’s somewhere discreet.” He reassured you. “I promise I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.” 

You processed his words and let out a quiet thank you. “I appreciate it, Philip.” 

“I’ll make it as easy as I can for you. It’s hard enough that you have to be married to me.” He joked, letting his hand drop away from your face. 

You laughed a little too and he smiled at the sight of you looking so happy. It was the first genuine smile he’d seen on your face this whole day. He felt honored to be the one to give it to you.

“I don’t know.” You said shyly. “I think I may enjoy it.”

He grinned, the freckles on his face on full display. “I hope that you do.”

You undressed, came to bed, and slipped in next to Philip. He stayed on his side of the bed, but you kissed his cheek before bed as thanks. He smiled a little in his sleep, but did not stir. 

You relaxed completely as you settled back on your side of the bed and let yourself drift.

Better For You (Ch. 2)

Summary: Lip and Mandy console their brothers on their relationship.

Word Count: 1138


Mandy ran after him, leaving her boyfriend beaten up. Confusion was an understatement at the moment. Is Mickey the boy that Ian was always talking about? Is Mickey gay? Why did Mickey punch Lip like that when he brought up love? Mickey couldn’t love Ian, could he? How could they keep something so serious a secret?

“Mick! Stop fucking running!” She shouted to her brother. When he slowed down, she ran to his side. “Now tell me what the fuck just happened or else I will fucking kill you.”

Mickey lets out a frustrated moan. “Fuck off.”

“Mikhailo!” Mandy yelled, knowing that using his full name will get his attention. He hated that name.

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

Mickey put his head in his hands. “Before I went to juvie, Frank caught Firecrotch and I fucking in the Kash n Grab so I was going to kill him because I thought he was going to run his mouth, but the stupid fucking redhead kept telling me not to do it. I pretty much told him I could careless about him, and then I rounded Iggy and Colin up to help me kill Frank. When we found him, I sent the guys ahead so I could handle it myself. Once I got close I couldn’t do it– I just kept hearing him tell me how he doesn’t want me to, so I dropped the gun in the trash, and punched a cop. I couldn’t handle seeing him after what I said to him, and I couldn’t handle the thought of Terry finding out so I figure it’d be best to get locked away,” he breathed in. “There, you got your fucking explanation.”

Mandy studied her brother’s distressed face and frowned. “Why’d you hit Lip?”

Mickey shrugged and turned away. “He’s an asshole.”

“Why did you hit Lip?” He shrugs in return. “You love him,” she states matter of factly.

“Fuck off.”

“You love him.”

He stays silent this time. Mandy nods as she tries to understand.

“Are you gonna tell dad?” He eventually asks.

Mandy pushes him for saying that. Does he really think she’d put him at risk like that. “No, you dumbass.” He nods as a thank you. “How long?”

Mickey chuckles. “Three years.”

“Three fucking years and no one told me! What the fuck? You should’ve fucking told me, he’s my boyfriend,” she jokes, and he gives her the middle finger. Though he smirked, Mandy still sees the worry in his eyes. “I’m okay with it, y’know?”

His face shoots in her direction. “What?”

“I’m okay with it. Just don’t fucking hurt him again, alright? I will undoubtably shoot you if you do,” she laughs and playfully punches him in the arm. “You better make him happy, Mick. He deserves it.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mands,” he genuinely smiles. Thankful is short of the correct term that he feels for his sister right now, he always knew he could tell her, but it’s always been to scary.

* * *

Ian walked back to his house about an hour later. He needed to let off some things and process everything Mickey had said to him. He couldn’t help but wonder what Mickey meant about becoming better for him. He also was completely bewildered as to why he would even act like he cared.

When he entered his home, he found Lip sitting on the couch with an icepack against his eye. “What happened to you?” Lip looked up at his brother when he heard him speak.

“Mickey punched me,” Lip stated and laid his head back down.

Ian shakes his head in frustration again. Why is Mickey always looking for a fight? “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“He loves you.”

Ian’s eyes widen at what his older brother said. “What?”

“He loves you,” Lip repeats in a serious tone.

What the hell? “What are you talking about?”

“That’s why he fucking hit me.” He sighed. “Because he’s in love with you.”

“What? Why?”

Lip let out an annoyed huff. Ian could tell he didn’t feel like having an interrogation right now, but he didn’t care. “I told him that he doesn’t love you so he punched me in the eye, and told me to never say something like that again.” He forced his body up so he could look at the redhead.

“W-well,” Ian stuttered as he thought of what to say. “He probably hit you for even suggesting that he could love me. Obviously he doesn’t, he’s a fucking Milkovich. The name should explain itself.” Ian’s heart was racing fast. He really doesn’t believe Mickey could love him though.

Lip shakes his head. “You didn’t see him, man. I punched right after you got outta here, and he didn’t hit back. Then I told him that you deserve more than him and he fucking agreed. Mickey Milkovich fucking agreed with me,” he scoffs. “He said he’s going to become the man you deserve or some shit. It was fucking weird.”

Ian’s jaw drops open in shock. Maybe he’s not hearing right, he thought, but that couldn’t be. “Do you believe him?”

“Seemed pretty fucking serious to me. He’s still an asshole, and I don’t trust him a bit, but who knows.” It surprises Ian that Lip isn’t being completely reluctant to him having any involvement with Mickey. In the past, Lip would constantly be saying that Mickey was using him and he should want nothing to do with an asshole like that, but this is different.

Ian lays back on the other sofa and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes. He needs to soak in everything that has been said to him today. Truthfully, he didn’t even know Mickey was getting released today so he was overly shocked and confused. There’s no doubt in his mind that he is in love with Mickey Milkovich, but is that something that he can let Mickey know or is it better to hide it and try his best to move on from the him?

“What’re you thinking?” Lip breaks Ian out of his thoughts.

“I love him.”

“I know,” Lip says and scoots closer to his brother to make sure he’s okay.

Ian shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You want to talk to him– to see if he really does give a shit, right?” Ian nods. “So do it. I’m not gonna call you a fucking idiot this time,” Lip snickers. “You two clearly got some shit you need to sort out.”

The redheaded boy nods. “Yeah. I’ll talk to him soon I guess, I just need to get it all fucking sorted out in my own head first, y’know. This was the last fucking thing I was expecting to happen to me today,” he scoffs.

Our True Love - Chapter 8

A/N: Doopdidoo! Eight chapter of my series. I hope you guys enjoy this one as well! Let me know what you think. If you have questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to message me or ask me! Thank you and enjoy! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 2,341
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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It has been two weeks since I last spoke to Bucky or Richard.

I was still angry at them for using me as a source of their fight when the problem really is among both of them. I ignored their calls and texts and even avoiding them if they try to approach me out in person, despite what Bucky said to me before he left. They still need to work things out by themselves.

I lay back on my couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. Wanda is snacking on the animal biscuits I bought earlier. She looks over at me.

“Talk to me.” She says simply. When I didn’t respond, she uses her power to take the remote away from my hand.

“Hey!” I look at her. She looks at me while chewing on a biscuit. I let out a sigh.

“It’s just work. I’m tired of managing files when really I should be helping you guys out with your missions. Not sit in an office and fix some grammar errors.” I say while staring at the screen. A romantic comedy movie is playing.

“Missions are dangerous, Y/N. You know that. You don’t have experience with combat strategy or weapons, do you?” She continues before sipping on a can of soda.

“Yeah, but at least I can help you put together files or information about the mission. Help you guys lead through a building or place like Maria does. It’s more fun.” I pout.

“I suppose. Now tell me what’s really bothering you.” She adds. I look at her.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on. I know it’s not the files that really bothers you.” I let out a sigh. She is right, but do I really need to talk about it?

“Yes you do.” She answers my thought. I stare at her.

“Wanda—”

“I know, I know, your privacy. Yada yada yada. Now talk to me.” She continues without even taking her eyes off the TV screen. I sigh out in defeat.

“It’s just Bucky and Richard. They drove me nuts the other night.”

“Mm. Bucky did tell Steve about it. I heard them.” She says as she glances over. I rest my head on the back of the couch. Right, and Steve texted me right after asking me if I wanted to talk about it. I declined politely.

“I just need a break.” I stare blankly at the TV screen, thinking about the things Richard and Bucky said that night.

“You are surrounded by a negative energy that is from within your own mind. You’re overthinking things too much.” She says switching the channel into another movie. I run my fingers through my hair.

“Maybe. It’s nothing big anyways. I can handle it on my own.” I say as I take some of the biscuits myself. I can feel Wanda’s eyes on me.

“That’s the problem.” I look at her while raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“You say you can handle it on your own when you really can’t.” A flash of nostalgia brushes through me. She pops another biscuit into her mouth.

“You, Steve and Bucky are all like that. Want to help others, but put yourselves last. Which is why the three of you are always so messed up. But Steve’s mind has gotten a lot clearer after he married Sharon. But you and Bucky?” She shakes her head. I sit up on my couch looking at her intensely.

“What do you mean?” I really haven’t thought about myself at all. All I knew is I wanted to make Bucky happy. She picks up a biscuit and throws it at my face.

“Ow! Wanda!” I yelp rubbing the crumbs off my face.

“Both of you like to keep things to yourselves. Locking things away in your mind without pouring it out on someone. When was the last time you came to someone to talk about your problems and seek comfort?” She asks me. I blink.

“I… don’t need to, really.” I say. But the truth is, I have always done that with Bucky. Minus the talking part. Though, I stopped after I moved out of the Stark tower because of work. She shakes her head again.

“You’re wrong. You do. You don’t like talking to others about your problems because you think it makes you look weak. You cry to yourself every time and refuse to let anyone help you sort your problems out.” She says nonchalantly.

Even if she is right, I haven’t really noticed that that’s what I’ve been doing to myself. I know I tend to put my feelings last, but to hear it from another person’s mouth feels like they literally just slapped me right in the face.

“What can I do? I need to help Bucky sort out his mind first, really.” I say as I cross my arms over my chest.

“You can’t help others if your own mind is troubled.” She says switching the channels again.

“Besides, both of your minds are clear when you are together.” She says. I look at her.

“What?” She lets out an angry sigh before pulling my whole body to face her.

“Listen. You and Bucky need each other, all right? Bucky is comfortable with you and you are with him. You know stories of his past and he trusts you. And you like to seek comfort from him because he knows just the right things to say to help clear your mind out. You’d think Bucky’s mind is a mess when really yours is just the same!” She lets her grip loose on me before sitting back down properly. I blink at her, a little mesmerized at what she just said.

I rest myself on the couch again, staring blankly at the screen. There are about twenty different emotions I am feeling about that, but I couldn’t settle on a single one.

“Stop it with your thinking fumes. You’re distracting me from the movie.” She says at me. I look over at her. My scoff turns into laughter, followed by her own laughter. I take a deep breath before crossing my legs on the couch.

Maybe this is what I really needed. Talking to someone else about my thoughts and feelings to clear out my own mind. Apparently, Wanda knew how troubled I am for a while and she doesn’t say anything about it. She knows that I wouldn’t listen to her. But she told me about it at the right time. I suppose my mind is such a mess to the point even she can’t stand it. I look over at Wanda as she laughs at the movie. I give her a genuine smile.

“Y/N. Really, you’re killing me with your thinking fumes.” She says again looking at me. I smile before taking a deep breath. As I exhale it out, I feel my mind getting clearer. Wanda looks over at me and smiles.

“Takes someone to point out your own wrongs to clear that head of yours, huh?” She says slipping the biscuit into her mouth. I nod.

“Not everyone see the errors in their own actions.” I say. I pop another animal biscuit into my mouth.

“Thank you, Wanda.” She smiles and throws another biscuit at my face. I laugh and brush the crumbs away simply.

It feels good to feel this light again.


“Things are okay between us now. I promise.” Richard says while holding his hands up. I finally have given him the chance to speak. He pulls out his phone to show pictures of him getting handcuffed to Bucky and the things they did together. I cover my hand over my mouth.

“We decided to actually do it. Well, I decided to. Bucky was against it. We ended up bonding quite well after that. He could have simply ripped off that cuff, but I reminded him that we are doing it for you.” Richard says as he laughs. In the pictures, Bucky’s face lightens up little by little. I smile satisfyingly.

“Good. I forgive you then.” I say while tapping his shoulder. He sighs out in relief. I sip onto my drink while looking around.

“You seem very cheery. Did something happen while we were out from your life temporarily?” He asks swirling his drink in his hand. I shake my head.

“No. Nothing really. I just had time to clear my own head.” I say finishing up the last drop of the drink. He raises an eyebrow.

“So, we were troubling you?” He asks. I smile.

“Yes, you both were, very much.” I say while looking at him with the corner of my eyes. He rubs the back of his head.

“Aha. I’m sorry about that.” I smile and shake my head.

“Don’t worry about it. So how are things with Harry?” I ask nonchalantly. The way his face turns red was too adorable.

“Wh… what do you mean? I… I mean, he’s my photographer, so he’s… he’s been doing well.” He stutters a little. I grin at him.

“Yup. A photographer and your crush~ tell me if I’m wrong.” I wink at him. I can feel the steam coming from his red face. Too adorable. I can’t keep torturing him like that.

“H…How did you know??” He asks. I smile.

“Honey, I knew you were a homosexual ever since I met you. But because you are hot, I still feel shy and jittery around you nonetheless. When you introduced me to Harry and the way you talk and look at him tells me a lot.” I say waving the empty glass in front of him.

I swear, Richard can be mistaken for a tomato at this point. He lets out a quiet sigh before running his hands through his hair.

“Oooohhh, Y/N. I wish you could have told me earlier.” He says embarrassed. I pat his back gently.

“Where’s the fun in that? I still like to flirt around with you.” I say jokingly. Richard gives me a look like a crocodile would when he’s watching you. I merely poke my tongue out at him as a response.

“You are still such a gentleman, though. Doing all the things that even straight guys don’t normally do to girls.” I say remembering all the sweet things he did for me.

“Also, you should tell him.” I say while nudging his arm. He blushes before smiling sadly.

“I don’t know if he’s gay too. I mean… most of the guys I had a crush on are straight. I’m afraid of rejection so I always just kept it in.” He stares down at the table as his fingers draw out small circles on it.

“It does hurt to be rejected, but… if you don’t tell them, it’ll eat you alive. It’s better to be straightforward than to keep it in.” I say. He looks up at me.

“And live with the shame and regret if he did reject me? He’s my photographer. Every time I work with him, it’ll be a painful reminder of the rejection. How can I live with that for the rest of my life?” I sit quietly before grabbing on his shoulder.

“You come to terms with the rejection sooner or later. Things like that always takes time. But when you realize that your partnership as co-workers would mean the success for both of you, then it’ll be easier for you to deal with it. You can help each other to become the best at what you do.” Richard looks up at me.

“Pain can fade away because you can finally see the reason behind the pain. A lesson that makes you realize a particular mistake within your life.” I say while petting his shoulder. He raises an eyebrow.

“And that means?”

“Just take the leap of faith. If you never try, then you’ll never know if you’re going to succeed. If you fail, try again. It will break down your confidence at first, but in the end, you’ll be able to find the strength in your pain.” I grin. He chuckles before tousling my hair.

“You are something else, Cherry.” I fix my hair back, looking at him.

“What do you mean?” I ask. He sips on his drink.

“You probably should also follow your own advice too from time to time.” I blink.

“Well, then again, you haven’t been giving up at all. No matter how many times you hurt yourself, you never give up when others have.” He continues.

“Again, what do you mean?” I ask, still confused. He chuckles. The caramel candy voice comes up.

“You have a brain, Cherry Princess. Figure it out yourself.”


I open up the door to my apartment, tossing the keys into the basket. I take off my jacket and hang it on the stand coat rack behind my door. When I look at my living room, my heart jumps out of my chest and I nearly screamed.

“Bucky! Geez louise! You need to stop breaking into my apartment when I’m not home!” I shout at him angrily. Bucky is sitting on the couch while looking at me, not saying a word. He had an expression on his face. A kind where you’d have on when you find out your loved one is going to be fine after a terrible accident. I cross my arms on my chest.

“Are you listening to me?” I ask him, still furious. He simply got up and approach me. The next thing I know is his arms wrapping around me tightly with my face buried in his chest. I let out a surprised gasp.

“Bucky?” I ask him while looking up.

“I missed you…” He says simply. He pulls me up a little to bury his face into my neck. His breath tickling my skin. I move my arms to wrap around him. My anger before completely melted away into Bucky’s embrace. I close my eyes and breathe him in. I catch a bit of lavender scent on his shirt.

“I missed you too…”

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A/N: Yay for Wanda in this chapter. <3 And one of you guys had suspected Richard’s sexuality (at least asked me about it), well here’s the confirmation. Hehe. Thanks for reading guys! I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think and I hope that you’ll continue to enjoy the series! If you want to be tagged on the next few chapters, please let me know!  Much love. <3

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Bucky Barnes: Flowers

Originally posted by maorisakai

Title: Flowers

Prompt: So soulmate AU where each pair has a matching tattoo to depict part of the story of how they fall in love.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2494

Notes: I wish this would happen haha.  Anyways, I hope you are having a lovely day!

“Hey Steve, where are you going?”  Bucky observed Steve jumping around as he attempted to put his shoes on without bending down- what an old man.  

“I’m going to visit Peggy today.”  

“Oh, okay.”

“Do you need anything while I’m out?”  Steve asked more out of habit than anything else.  He was always looking out for his friend, and this included making sure Bucky had all his essential supplies.  

“Nah man,”  Bucky replied, lying back down on the couch, “I’m good.  

And then Bucky was alone with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company.  He flicked through the tv channels idly as he absentmindedly brushed his fingers over his soulmark, shivering when his cool metal hand connected with his warm skin.  

Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if his soulmate had died like Steve’s had- he shuddered at that thought.  The thought of some girl growing old and alone bothered him greatly, knowing that he could never go back and do things differently.

Or maybe she was in an old nursing home somewhere, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.  Falling in love with people other than your soulmates was not too common, but if it meant that Bucky’s soulmate was happy, then he was happy.  Or at the very least, bittersweet.

***

“That will be twelve ninety-five please,”  You said, waiting as the customer pulled out his wallet.  “I think that they will really love it, by the way.”  You nodded your heads to the bouquet of flowers in your hands, excitement for the man running through you.  This was your favorite part about working in a flower shop- the pay may not be great, but putting smiles on the customers’ faces was enough for you.

The man smiled and handed the cash over to you as you handed him the bouquet.  “Thank you,”  He said, “I think he will too.”

As soon as he left the door you started to busy yourself again, not liking moments of stillness.  That was one thing that everyone knew about you- you always needed to be moving.  You were alway talking, always moving, always doing something with your time.  Sometimes you thought it was because you didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts, but before you could answer yourself you had already started doing something else.

You were watering a pot of pink gerbera daisies when the door chimed, signalling that someone else was in the shop with you.  Thinking that they would call if they needed help, you continued on to water the next plant, and the next plant, and the next…

“Excuse me, miss?”  You nearly jumped out of your skin when the man’s voice penetrated the silence.  Apparently the man took notice of this, because he quickly apologized, “Oh, I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to scare you!”

After catching your breath, you waved him off.  “It’s alright.  You’re just have really quiet footsteps, that’s all.”  You gave the tall blonde a friendly smile before continuing, “So what are you looking for today mister…”

“Steve, my name’s Steve.”  The way he said his name, like he was surprised that you would want to know it, bothered you.  He seemed like a sweet guy and it saddened you to know that he didn’t think you would care.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve!”  You placed a hand on your hip while pushing a strand of hair out of your face.  “What do you have in mind?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with that.”  

“Okay, well, what’s the occasion?”  His smile fell and you chided yourself for not being more sensitive.  You knew there was something off about the man- he was sad.  He probably lost someone, and here you were trying to be all perky.

“A friend of mine passed recently,”  He said, looking at the floor, “and I wanted to get some nice flowers for her.”

“Okay,”  You said, taking his hand and walking him towards the front desk of the store.  You pulled out a booklet filled with different flower assortment types, from small flower pots to large lavishing displays.  You handed it over to him gently, well aware of how he was feeling.  You have also lost people important to you and you knew how it felt.  “Do you see anything you like?”

His eyes flitted up from the booklet to meet yours before he spoke, pain clearly showing in them.  “I think she would have liked Selection B, if that’s okay.”  He handed the booklet back into your hands.

“Ah,”  You said, peeking at the picture that he was talking about.  Selection B was a moderately long display of an assortment of white flowers, a beautifully modest set in your opinion.  “And I can show you some different types of flowers for it if you’d like.”

“Thank you, that would be great.”

“But before we start off, do you have any specific colors in mind?  A favorite color of hers perhaps?”

Steve’s eyes flickered with something nostalgic for a moment before returning to the present.  “She liked red.  She was always painting her nails this beautiful shade of red…”  He trailed off, a sad look on his face.  You couldn’t help but think that he looked like some sort of lost puppy with that face.

“Okay, that’s good because I have lots of red flowers in here.”  You took his hand again and led him to the red section.  (Yes, you color coded your flowers.)  Releasing it, you used your finger to point to the different plants he could choose from.  “Now here we have the traditional red roses, and right next to them are the tulips, and below the tulips are the customer favorite- the carnations.  I have someone who comes in every week to buy his wife a bouquet of them- it’s really cute,”  You accidentally started to go off, mentally palming your forehead as you did so.  “Sorry, I’m just rambling now.”  You gave him a sheepish smile, hoping that he wouldn’t mind.

“It’s alright.  And I can see how they are a customer favorite, these carnations are beautiful.”

“Yeah, they are.  And then over here we have dahlias, and the daisies, and over there are the calla lillies…”

You continued to name off all of the flowers in the section enthusiastically, point to each one as you went.  If he was annoyed by your antics, he was good at hiding it because it seemed as though he was actually interested in what you were talking about.

“And that’s it for the red flowers, unless you want to look at some white ones too?”

“I think red will be just fine.”  

“Okay,”  You said, walking behind the cash register to retrieve the basket he chose for the assortment.  You quickly walked back to him, ready to start picking the flowers out.  “Do you have any ideas?”

“I liked the roses and the calla lillies- I think she would have too.”

You hummed in response, placing four of each in the basket.  “This is good- what else?”

“I think the carnations and the hollyhocks would work with them, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, of course!”  You placed a couple more of each in the basket.

“The poppies and pansies would be nice too.”  You nodded your head, placing stocks of them in with the rest of his flowers.  “And I think the cosmos would go well with those.”

“Okay, let’s put some of those in there too then!”  You placed a nice amount of the flower in the now full basket before turning to Steve.  “Is there anything else you would like to put in here?”

“No,”  He took the basket carefully from your hands, as if he was handling something extremely precious.  You deduced that whoever he lost must have meant a whole lot to him, which only furthered your concern for the man.  “That’ll be all.”

“Okay, then let’s ring you up.”  You walked him to the front desk again, entering the amount of each type of flowers he had picked out.  “That’ll be one-oh-four thirty-four.”

He placed the basket delicately down on the counter before fishing for his wallet in his pocket.  He then proceeded to pull a one hundred dollar bill out along with a twenty.  You took the money and placed it in the cash register before starting to sift through the bills to give him his change.

“No, please, keep the change.”  He reached for the basket and grasped it tightly in his hand before giving you a small smile.  “Thank you for helping me.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”  You said, walking him to the door.  “I’m sorry for your loss, by the way.”

He sighed before looking at you.  “It’s alright.  She isn’t in pain any longer.”  With that, Steve walked out the door and into the gloomy day.

***

By the time Steve came back home it was the grey sky had started to rain, so it was no surprise when Steve came in soaked to the bone.

“Hey Steve.  Do you want me to start a shower?”

“No thanks, I got it.”

“Is there anything I can do?”  Both men knew that there was a double meaning to Bucky’s words; he wanted to know if Steve wanted to talk about his day.

“I’m fine Buck.  I just went to give some flowers to Peggy.”  Steve disappeared into the bathroom, his head popping back out a second later.  “You would have liked the girl working there- she was really kind.  She seemed genuinely concerned for me, which was really sweet.  You always liked the sweet ones, didn’t you Buck?”

“Yeah,”  Bucky laughed, “I guess so.”

The bathroom door closed behind Steve as he went to take a shower, but Bucky could still hear him shouting over the running water.  “You should stop by tomorrow.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I dunno, I just have a feeling about this one.”

***

True to his word, the next day Bucky stood outside the flower shop.  ‘Y/n’s Florals’ the shop read.  For some reason, when he read your name he couldn’t help but feel tingles run down his spine in the most pleasant of ways.  

The bells over the door jingled as he passed through the door, entering the shop with curiousity.  There was no one at the front desk which discouraged him, but if he strained his hearing he could hear you softly humming to yourself somewhere in the shop.  His footsteps were light as he walked through the aisles, as he didn’t want to interrupt the beautiful sound of your soft humming.  He found you towards the back watering a line of eerily familiar purple flowers.

“Hello?”  Bucky couldn’t help but feel bad for you as she jumped nearly six inches in the air with fright.

You turned around holding your hand over your heart, which was still beating horribly fast might I add.  “What is it with people and sneaking up on me!”  As soon as the words left your mouth you instantly regretted them, placing a hand over your mouth in shock.  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!  That’s terribly unprofessional of me!”

The dashing young man in front of you chuckled before speaking.  “Don’t be sorry- I should be the one apologizing.  I was the one that snuck up on you.”

“True,”  You said before converting back into your professional mode, “Anyways, I’m Y/n.  How may I help you today?”

Bucky didn’t want to stop talking to you, but for some reason he felt as though he couldn’t ask you out straightaway- something told him that you were more special than just any other girl that he would ask out casually.  

He attempted to think quickly, searching for a reason as to why he would need to talk to you.  “Um, my friend came in here yesterday to buy some flowers-”

“Oh, you Steve- was it?  The other really quiet guy?”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile a bit as you seemed proud of your deduction.  “Yeah, Steve’s my friend.”  You smiled back at him, glad that you guessed right so you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.  

“So what are you looking for today mister…”

“Barnes, but please call me Bucky.”

“Okay Bucky, what are we looking for?”

He looked around the room before zeroing in on the purple flowers behind you. Maybe he would get some flowers for Wanda or Natasha or something. Anything to keep the conversation going.  “I was looking to get some purple flowers?”

“Okay, sure.  What size bouquet are you looking for?”

“Medium?”

You chuckled at his uncertainty- guys could be such goofballs when it came to flowers.  “Okay, medium then.”  You motioned for him to stay put before walking to the front of the store to get one of the plastic wraps for a medium sized bouquet before walking back to him.  “What would you like?”

Bucky had no idea what to choose when it came to flowers, so he decided for you to choose.  “Um, I was hoping that you could help me with that?”

“Sure, okay.  I might be a bit biased though- is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“Alright then,”  You said, leaning over some pots to get to stalks of lavender.  “You wanted to stick to purple only, right?”

Bucky didn’t know why he said yes when there were so many different colors of flowers around them.  But, for some reason, he knew that purple flowers only was the right choice.

“I think I’ll put in some salvias and some carnations in, if that’s okay?”  You had always liked those flowers, as they were the ones that were in the tattoo on your hip.  You were only encouraged when he nodded his head for you to keep going.  “Some daylilies would be nice too, and some owl’s clover would be fun…”  

Before you knew it, you had unconsciously made a replica of your tattoo.  “Is this good?”  You asked, looking from the bouquet over to him.  

Bucky was standing next to you, staring at the flowers attentively.  He squinted at them, searching his mind for where he had seen them before.  And then it dawned on him.

“You’re the girl.”

“Yeah, I’m Y/n, remember?”  

“No, you’re the girl.”

“I don’t understand-”  You said, watching as Bucky started to lift up his shirt.  You were about to smack him until you saw the tattoo on his abdomen- one identical to yours and to the bouquet in your hands.

“Oh my god.”  You felt like you should have been saying something more, but you couldn’t think of any words to say.

“Oh my god.  I finally found you!”

Before you knew what was happening, two strong arms wrapped around you and your face was smooshed into his hard chest.  You threw your arms around his large frame, a feeling of warmth flourishing across your body.  

For once in very long time, Bucky was at peace.

anonymous asked:

How would joker and snake confess to their crushes?

How would Snake and Joker confess to their crushes?


Huge shoutout to @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel for giving me a load of help with this. She’s so amazing and genuine, down to earth and so bubbly. She makes me smile and we tend to enable each other’s love for Sebastian, which is never a bad thing xD Thank you lovely!


Joker: Would make revealing his feelings into an elaborate thing. He would use his greatest weapon; humour, to make a magic trick showing everything he feels for you. If it goes wrong and you reject him, well… He got a few laughs from spectators, right? The smile from him if you accepted his feelings would be the biggest smile of a lifetime and might stop a few hearts in the audience!

Snake: Snake would be in your hearing but out of your line of sight, so likely behind a tree near you. He would likely speak to his snakes about his feelings for you and just happen to walk past you. So he’d tell you indirectly but still actually telling you. If you chose to confront him about what he said, he’d be very casual and “Yeah, I said that”. He’ll know you heard him so if you don’t bring it up, he’ll take it as rejection and never bring it up again.


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Highway Honeymoon pt.2

Member: S.Coups
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 2187

Sequel to this fic


You never did make it to the fancy tropical hotel you had planned to visit for your honeymoon. After getting your car towed from the side of the road and taken back to the city, you were able to get a refund from the airline and the hotel (with the pulling of a few strings) and decided to just save the extravagant trip far away for your one year anniversary.  

It wasn’t all bad, and to be honest, you didn’t really care wherever you went as long as you were with Seungcheol. You didn’t mind not being in the tropics, you were perfectly content with a view of city lights out the window of the room you had ended up in. You were warm from the wine you had at dinner, as well as Cheol’s arms around you. You both looked out through the wall of the room that was completely made of glass, giving you a pretty breathtaking view. You had voiced that thought earlier, and your husband only smiled and said that it just paled in comparison to the way you looked tonight.

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You can thank me later [Fili/reader] - Part 1

Writer: Zee
Fandom: The Hobbit
Type: Series
Pairing: Fili x Reader
Word Count: 1267
Warnings: future parts will include smut
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Dear, Please Don’t Forget Me

“Promise me one thing Chrom, don’t forget about me, please.

A deep chuckle emerged from the prince’s throat, amusement dancing across his features. “Love what’s this all about?”

Silence, the exalt felt her hands tremble beneath his. His own wrapping around hers in comfort. They were spending what little time they had together, sitting against a large tree, her body cuddled against his.

Surrounding them were a field of bright, blue flowers. A clear sky above, winds gently whistling. It was such a perfect, serene picture that you would never have guessed that it was in the middle of a war.

Angling his head to look at his wife, he noted that she was biting the edges of her lips, her fingers tapping the cool earth beneath them.

“Nothing, forget about it.” Worry gnawed at his mind, something was wrong, but the prince couldn’t do a thing about it. A strained smile, “Let’s go back.”

He moved quickly, his arms wrapping around her, preventing her from moving. Settling down, Chrom leaned his head into her shoulders. Trailing light kisses across her neck. “You never let me have my say,” the girl below him didn’t make any attempts to move. Only waiting, anticipating his words. “you’re the girl I fell so deeply entranced with, the one who entrapped me in the chains of affection. You’re the one there for me after a long day, the one who comforted me even in my deepest sorrows. The one who I dedicated my whole life to, and most importantly, the one I love most. Well of course besides Morgan and Lucina.”

They both laughed lightly, Robin rolling her eyes. “Wow, you’re on a roll today with your cheesy lines.” Opposite to that, on her face was such a genuine smile. In it was so much affection, so much love that Chrom couldn’t help but hide his face in his hands to cover the ever-spreading red. The tactician laughed in turn, pulling his hands away and giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“Just like that, smile for me dear. Know that even if the universe were to collapse, you would be the only thing on my mind.” A chuckle laced the ends of his words, the lovers enjoying the moment.

Almost in a whisper, she leaned her head onto his chest. “Thank you.. thank you so much.” In reply, he only pulled her closer.

“Better?”

“Better.” And she truly meant it.

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No no no, this couldn’t be happening. Even his worst fears and nightmares couldn’t compare to this. Robin was disappearing right before his own eyes. Piece by piece, memory after memory.

Grima was dead, the war was over, Robin was supposed to be next to him, celebrating, crying, with him.

It was only a moment compared to the eternity he dreamed of with her. He refused to believe it, he couldn’t accept this. She couldn’t just leave everyone like this, couldn’t leave him like this, right?

Dropping everything he had, he rushed forward desperately grabbing for her. But he was too late, he was too late. Tears stained his cheeks, his throat raw from screaming her name. “DON’T GO, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME.

But he only got a short, curt reply. “Dear, please don’t forget me.”

Then like that she disappeared, gone from his life.

Frederick came up, trying to comfort him, but it was no use. Hunched over what was left of her, tears dripped down from his cheeks, creating a puddle below him. His face reflected back at him, lord he looked awful, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. Even with a whole army, even with fervent wishes, the inevitable still occurred. She was gone.

Of course, he knew what was to come, but he was so scared. Was it bad to be selfish just for once? To just want to live in a peaceful world with the one you loved?

A night spent together the day before the battle, he knew her decision. It was written in her face, in the way she kissed him good luck, in the way she looked at him as if saying “I’m sorry”. She was always too righteous, putting herself before others. Even when she nearly died saving a small bird, she smiled, glad that she had saved a small life.

But he knew, Chrom knew that somewhere, sometime she would come back. Robin had wanted him to wait for her, and he would. He would have waited an eternity if she asked.

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Blue, that was all Robin could see for miles.

Instantly she sat up from her position, scanning the area for any enemies. Nothing.

Flopping back down on the ground, she finally noticed she was surrounded by strange, blue flowers. Plucking one from the ground, she brought it up to her nose. No smell. The color of the flower itself was such a light shade of blue you might have mistaken it for white. In fact, everything about the flower was quite plain, it was modest if anything. The simplistic nature of it brought a small smile to the girl’s lips.

Faintly she remembered the name of the flower, forget-me-not. How ironic. Tears pooled at the edges of her eyes, threatening to fall down at any given moment. The weight of her decision finally dawning on the tactician. How long has it been? Was everyone alright? Had the war finally ended? Did Chrom ever move on?

Everything was interrupted the moment she felt a pair of arms around her.

“I told you I wouldn’t forget you.”