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libraryofnesta · 3 years

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Tied to Ruin

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Summary:

Cassian and Nesta were lovers, partners in crime. They did everything together. That is until tragedy strikes, causing Nesta to run away, far from everything she once knew.

Over five years later, Nesta is living life to as full as it can get. It’s not until an incident occurs that drags her into far more than she bargained for.

Notes:

thanks so much for reading. i'm a huge hoe for exes to lovers, so i have like 20 ideas in my head, and this is one of them. It's multichapter. i'm not sure how long this is gonna be, but definitely over ten chapter. this fic has two timelines. One will show them from when they're kids to teens, and one while they're adults. Both will occur at the same time, so things will start to unravel as you read.btw! velaris is gonna be like a super small town in new york. like no one knows about it.

TW: implied domestic violence, nothing graphic.

Chapter 1: lonely beds, different cities

Words, how little they mean

When you're a little too late

I stood right by the tracks

Your face in a locket

Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Taylor Swift

2016, Small Town Velaris

“Please,” she whispers, voice hoarse. Nesta is practically begging at this point, but she has nothing else to relent to. “We can get out of here.” She swallows hard when he doesn’t reply. “We’re still young Cassian, we can still-”

“Nesta.” He says. It's one word, but it makes her pause. He rarely calls her Nesta. It’s always ‘Nes’ or ‘Sweetheart.’

“I can’t.”

Their lives have changed so drastically over the past few weeks. Nesta’s whole childhood is here. Everything she’s ever known. She’s not sure how much more of it she can handle now.

She’s well aware of the tears streaming down her face. Nesta doesn’t know what she can say to convince him, so she says the one thing that she’s been repeating over and over.

“You can…”

Cassian’s face seems to harden. The look he gives her makes her take a step back. He hasn’t looked at her like that in years. “Go ahead and leave Nesta.”, he says, voice rising. “Go live that picture perfect you always wanted. I won’t stop you.”

“Not everyone wants what you do.”

2021 New York, Manhattan

Something about leaving Valkyrians still makes her feel at odds. She’s not as resistant to the sight of blood anymore, and she’s not sure if she can ride a motorcycle as well as she used to. There are still parts that linger though. She still remembers how to throw a punch. A damn good one too. She still feels uneasy when someone walks in the same direction for too long though. It might be the worst part of it all.

Nesta doesn’t do much for fun. She doesn’t dance as much as she likes. The amount of books she reads has decreased. Her days consist of work and eating, even though she skips more meals than she should. But she’s free. That’s what really matters, doesn’t it?

The muscles in Nesta’s body ache. She just finished a seven hour shift, and got a promotion that pays much better. Nesta wants to celebrate. She wants to talk to someone. It’s been so long since she’s talked to anyone. The fear of someone finding out about her past is lodged so deep in her head it caused her to isolate. The simple way of putting it is she has no friends.

Coworkers are the only source of non-work related conversation she engages in. It’s always small talk too. Just as Nesta is about to fall asleep, she rubs her eyes and forces herself to stay awake. Getting up from the lumpy couch, Nesta walks to her cabinet, grabbing a random mug and pouring wine into it. Once she gets a better look at the mug, she can’t help but scoff.

It’s ironic. Complaining about being lonely. It’s almost like she chose loneliness. She loves the quiet. When she was younger, all she wanted was alone time. She dreads it now. Nesta gets up after finishing her glass. She’s a bit drowsy, and is way too tired to walk all the way to her room. Instead Nesta walks back over to her couch. She lies horizontally, staring into the abyss until she eventually falls asleep.

She dreams of seeing him that night. It’s a regular occurrence. It’s lessened over the years, but never fully disappeared. The image of him is blurry. It’s not as precise as it used to be. She hates still thinking of him. It doesn’t stop her from reminiscing a little though.

Her being upset makes sense of course. They’d known each other for over ten years, hating one another at first. Eventually, he began to grow on her. Their bickering had become playful, before they once again became estranged.

“Cassian?”

The figure turns around, and he knocks the wind out of her. His hair is out of it’s usual bun. He gives her that familiar boyish smile, walking towards her and putting an arm on her.

“Missed me Sweetheart?”, he says, ruffling her hair a bit. Nesta scrunches her nose in response.

“You wish.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah yeah whatever.” He talks for a while. Nesta’s barely paying attention. It’s just nice to hear his voice again. He asks her what she’s reading, and she replies the same every time. It’s silent after a while. They’ve talked themselves out. It’s a nice silence though. Her favorite silence.

Cassian stares at her for a few seconds, giving her a soft smile and pushing a loose hair behind her ear.

“Come back,” he whispers.

Her breath stutters. “It’s been five years, Cass,” she mutters, breaking eye contact. Her eyes flicker between the ground and his face, gauging his reaction.

He doesn’t stop looking at her.

“I didn’t want to leave,” said Nesta. There’s a lump in her throat.

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Yet here we are.”

“You know why I left.”

Her eyes feel like they’re beginning to water. “I asked you to come with me. You’re the one who didn’t.”

Cassian looks to the side. He looks impassive, yet also emotionless. “You’re the one who ran away, Nesta.”

“I didn’t run away.”

He scoffs in response. “Keep telling yourself that.” Cassian starts walking away. It’s cloudy and has no solid ground or sky. At that moment she remembers where she really is. Nesta stands there, waiting until he fully fades away. It always feels too real.

The dreams always end like that.

Nesta can barely pry her eyes open when she wakes up. She has the next two weeks off. Her boss, Helion, had insisted she take a week or two off, since the bar was under a small renovation. She checks her phone and it reads 12:03. Jesus, she really had overslept.

In all honesty Nesta had no idea what to do with her free time. Maybe she’ll finally finish that book she started months ago. But in reality Nesta knows all she’ll do is go to a bar and let a stranger fuck her into oblivion until she kicks them out or leaves.

By the time Nesta leaves her house it’s around 3:00. She goes to the coffee shop next door. She orders a coffee and sits in the corner of the room. Nesta somehow feels like the center of attention. It’s an empty shop, but it feels like all eyes on her. The room feels too cold.

The feeling follows her when she goes to the local bookstore. It’s crowded, but the area is quiet. Nesta browses through the shelves, sticking to the romance section. She holds a few books. It’s not until Nesta drops one, people begin to look at her. It makes a loud thump hitting the floor. Several pairs of eyes turn to her. The cover is of a shirtless man too.

Fuck , she thinks, This is embarrassing. Nesta purses her lips, hand curling into a fist as she puts the book back on it’s shelf.

It’s around 5:00 when she takes the train home. Nesta spent the rest of her day at the park, not wanting to stay at home. It doesn’t feel like home as much as she’d like it to though. Finally, Nesta makes it home.

She’s in an empty parking lot. The area she lives in is pretty small. Nesta knows basically everyone in her apartment complex. It’s a tiny place. She never talks to anyone, but they do acknowledge each other. Barely anyone has a car either, herself included. So it is a bit weird to see an unrecognizable car. It’s odd, but Nesta thinks nothing of it. It’s probably just someone visiting.

Nesta goes into her apartment, before leaving once more to go to the bar that’s the second closest to her apartment. She’s usually working at this time, flirting with customers and taking them home when her shift ends.

The bar is crowded and loud. Lights are flashing, voices yelling, bodies moving. It’s out of her comfort zone. She’s been doing this for years and is still isn’t used to it. She sits on one of the stools where the drinks are served. A girl approaches her. Nesta never approaches anyone. She can’t see clearly in the light. The girl’s hair is brunette, though her roots are dark. Her brown skin illuminates in the flickering light.

“Hey”, she says “I’m Nora” Nora extends her hand to her. Nesta smirks in response, resting her elbow on the counter grasping her hand with the other.

“I’m Mila,” she says. No matter what she does, Nesta will never use her real name. Nora’s eyebrows raise. Nesta can see her lick tongue move as it pushes on her skin.

“Pretty name.”

They talk for around five minutes. It’s all small talk. They drink while they talk. Most of the things she responds with are lies anyways. Nora grasp’s her arm with her hand. “Wanna get out of here?” she asks. Her words are slurred, and Nesta has to restrain herself from flinching.

Something in her head tells her not to let anyone in her house though. Something is wrong, but she can’t put her mind on it. The idea of letting a stranger in her house sends goosebumps across her arms. Before, she’d never question it twice. Now that she thinks of it, doing this practically screams stranger danger. Especially with her past, this person could be anyone. Nesta slowly probes herself from the girl.

“I’ve gotta go”, she says. “Sorry, but there's something I need to do.” The girl doesn't seem to mind, either too drunk to care, or only looking for a one night stand. She nods, before introducing herself to someone else. Nesta feels her chest lighten, exiting the crowded bar to call an uber.

Whenever it’s quiet, she always reminisces.

2006, Small Town Velaris

Nesta wakes up and finds herself stranded. She has no idea where she is. She’s lying in a bed inside a mostly empty room. There’s only a few pieces of furniture, a stool and a drawer. It’s relatively small. The last thing she remembers is being in a car with her sisters and parents. She hears voices outside of the room yelling.

“You expect me to leave-”

“Her father is-”

“She’s nine what would she-”

“So what if she’s young!”

“-s innocent so what if-”

She hears a loud smack. The silence after is deafening. The voices are quiet after, whispers. Afterwards, Nesta hears footsteps approaching. She scrunches her eyes shut, trying to pretend to be asleep. Nesta hears the door open and close. A hand lays on her forehead. As the person removes it, a calming voice talks. “Are you awake?” Nesta slowly looks at the person, opening only one eye, then another. She sees a woman with black hair and tan skin. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a small smile on her face.

The woman squats down so she’s the same height as the bed Nesta is laying on. “Hi,” the woman whispers, voice solemn and comforting. “My names Aurora,” she says. Nesta squishes her lips together. She’s confused and feels like crying. Nesta doesn’t cry though. She’s pretty sure her eyes water though, because Aurora strokes her hair and whispers, “It’s okay to cry.”

Nesta gasps and shakes her head. “Mommy says I’m not supposed to cry.” Aurora seems to be shocked silent. The silence makes Nesta become aware of everything that is happening. She slowly sits up. Once her feet are off the bed, Nesta quickly sprints to the door, opening it and running out. She has no idea where she’s going.

Suddenly, Nesta is hit with a hard impact, and falls down on her butt. She looks up and sees two boys. They’re both around the same height. They have the same dark hair too, except one is longer than the other. Nesta gets up and brushes off the dust on her leggings.

She notices it then. The leggings. She’s never worn pants before.

It’s also when she notices the juice smeared across one of the boy's shirts. It’s the long haired one’s. He drops the red cup to the ground and makes an angry noise. “That was my favorite shirt.”

Nesta feels sheepish as she whispers a quiet, “Sorry.”

The one with longer hair whispers to the other boy, obviously meaning for her to hear too. “She’s probably not even double digits.” The other boy is quiet, looking at the ground. He seems nervous and shy.

Nesta feels a sense of outrage course through her. She pouts, crossing her arms. “I’m almost ten. I’m nine and a half” The boy crosses his arms too.

“Well I’m ten and a half,” he says.

“Cassian,” Aurora scolds. “Play nice.” She puts a hand on Nesta’s shoulder and bends down. “I need to talk to…” She doesn’t continue.

Nesta turns towards her, and realizes she needs her name. “Nesta,” she says.

Aurora smiles, “That’s a wonderful name.”

Cassian still seems angry. “I think it’s stupid.” Aurora sighs and gets up. “Azriel”, she says to the other boy. He hadn’t talked the whole time, Nesta almost forgot he was there. “Make sure he stays out of trouble. And Cassian, please change your shirt.” The two (stupid) boys walk away. Once they’re from a far enough distance, Aurora looks back down at her. “I have to talk to you about something.”

2021 New York, Manhattan

Nesta walks into her apartment tired and half asleep. Once inside her apartment, she changes into more comfortable clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt.

Nesta’s about to go to bed, until she hears the sound of glass shattering and liquid spilling. She freezes, thinking about the mug of wine she left out.

No.

Nesta scrambles towards the kitchen and grabs a flashlight from a cabinet, flashing the light to the ground. The mug is shattered to pieces, and she can still see little droplets of wine. The words aren’t visible anymore, letters broken and unreadable.

There’s no way it could’ve fallen on its own. It was in the middle of her counter. Unless...

Suddenly it all makes sense. The unrecognizable car in the parking lot. The uneasy feeling in her stomach. The constant nagging in her head, telling her that something is wrong.

She thinks about calling the police but goes against it. Years in a fucking biker gang taught her better then to trust those scumbags.

She always kept a gun in her house. Just in case. She really hates how no matter what she does. she’ll always be connected to this.

The person inside her apartment most definitely knows where she is. Nesta grabs a broom, sweeping the glass shards into an empty bag. She can fix it later. Tying it up, Nesta leaves it on her counter.

There's a wall blocking the entrance to her bathroom. She walks towards it, opening and closing the door so it seems she went inside. Grabbing her gun from the small drawer, Nesta lays her back against the wall, barely peeking out the wall, but just enough so she can see them as they crawl out from behind her couch.

The figure moves stealthily, back turned towards her. If she weren’t directly staring at it, there would be no way of knowing it was there. The moves look familiar, but she can’t put her mind on it. The moonlight shines on them so she can see the most obvious features. It’s not until the floor creaks the figure turns towards her direction. Nesta turns back to face her bathroom door, hands drawn to tight fists. There’s no way they hadn’t seen her. She moved too slow. Nesta peeks her head out to look again.

It’s not until she sees a familiar pair of scarred hands in the moonlight, it all comes together.

“Azriel Night?”

In dreams

I meet you in warm conversation

We both wake

In lonely beds

In different cities

And time

Is taking its sweet time erasing you

And you've got your demons

And darlin' they all look like me

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runwithwolvcs · 3 years

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You Know I'm No Good - eleven

just one more

Warnings: none just fluff

It's you,

because no one else makes sense

Pauls PoV

Paul had dropped Tallulah just before midnight, waiting until she had made it safely into her home before heading off towards Sam’s, which wasn’t too far from the Forresters. He cut through the well-known woods as a shortcut before coming out into the same clearing Sam and he had found Tallulah and her friends just one week prior. Where he had found Tallulah and that Chase kid all wrapped up in one another, now mixed with the boy he had found her with tonight, sent waves of anger through Paul's body. Not necessarily from jealousy, more so to do with his imprints lack of care of who she chooses as company. Paul knows he's not much better than the boys she calls her friends, he was them when he was in high school. Before he had shifted at least.

He had known trying to figure her out wouldn’t be easy, especially with the rumors that had been spread like wildfire amongst the tribe before she had even stepped foot onto the reservation. When Rachel had pointed her out at the bonfire her first night, the night everything had changed for him, he couldn’t help but notice how different she seemed. He knew that she had grown up in the city, but even just the air around her, the way she didn’t care that everyone's eyes were focused on her, was so refreshing in comparison to most of the younger girls on the res. Surely, he should’ve known just from that thought she would be special to him, considering who he had shown up to the bonfire with was no longer a thought in his mind, but only when they had made eye contact was it solidified.

Her.

His other half.

And just like that everything had changed. He had wanted to say hello, introduce himself and if it wasn’t for the immediate connection, he would have, but he could feel her resentment. To what he was unsure of, but it was enough to send a ripple of anger through him, and with Rachel's reaction to Tallulah, it was enough to send him over the edge completely, causing him to leave the bonfire early and his imprint.

His first interaction with her had not gone to plan either. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but the fiery girl he had met that day excited him, he wanted to know more of her, and still does. Even though she had spent the week helping Paul at the bookstore, and more and more of her personality had come out besides just the exterior front she had put up with him, he wanted to know more about her. What her life was like back in Seattle, what her interests are, besides causing what seems to be an infinite amount of trouble for herself. Her favorite book, and movie. Everything.

Walking down the dirt road up to the familiar wooden cottage, Paul could see his truck sitting off to the side meaning Embry had beaten him back, hopefully he had filled them in too, he thought to himself, wanting nothing more than to just go on his patrol shift and then head to bed.

Walking through the door he was met with Sam and Emily sitting at their dining room table, he could hear that Embry was in the kitchen, no doubt looking for something to eat. They had stopped their conversation as soon as Paul had entered, Sam was now looking at him with a stern look, whereas Emilys was more concerned, “She’s fine.” he reassured Emily, and himself.

Emily had quickly spoken to Tallulah after Paul had unintentionally shifted, something that was so rare for him to do nowadays. Emily was the one who was able to pull out any information from Tal, which he was grateful for, but from the look on Sams, he was not so happy,

“You should have gone to Joseph,” Sam started, causing Paul to scoff, “That's what he’s asked of us, Paul. I let you get away with keeping her night in the clearing from him, but this, this was something he should’ve dealt with himself. Tallulah is his daughter, and if you’re always there to bail her out of the problems she creates for herself, then you’re undermining the limits he’s set with her.” Sam spoke with authority, like Paul was back in school having been sent to the principal's office.

He wanted to roll his eyes, instead he just said, “His daughter? His daughter that he knows nothing about. His daughter that he completely abandoned when she was a child. His daughter, that he doesn’t want to be truly happy because if he did he wouldn’t have come to me and asked for me to ignore the imprint. I’m not sorry that I didn’t go to him, because that was the last thing she needed tonight.” With each sentence he got angrier and angrier, causing Sam to stand up from his spot at the table.

Even the thought of the day Joseph had called a meeting with himself and Sam could cause him to shift on the spot. Being told from the day he first shifted that finding your imprint was a gift, and then being told to stay away from her once he had found her left him in a state of permanent anger. The worst part was that he actually listened and did what he was told despite seeing the repercussions it was having on her.

“Whatever you may think of him, Paul, does not mean you get to overrule what he says. None of this would have happened tonight if she had listened to her father.” Sam reasoned, and before Paul could defend his actions yet again, Emily stepped in,

“I think what Sam is trying to say is that Tallulah needs that family structure. Joseph wants to give her that, and because you imprinted on her so suddenly, he just wants to make sure she still gets it before you tell her everything. That's why he wanted you to fight back from the pull, and obviously that didn’t work out quite like anyone expected. But you protecting her from any consequence that she needs to face is only going to re-solidify for her that she doesn’t need that family structure in her life. Which could cause problems for both of you, once she finds out she’s linked to you for the rest of her life.” Emily explained gently.

Paul ran his hands over his face in exhaustion. He knew she was right, that Sam was too. But he didn’t want to hurt her, their friendship was fragile already and telling her dad about her whereabouts would only fracture it even more. “I’m going to tell her everything. Whether Joseph wants me to or not, she deserves to know. Hell, she deserves to know why he abandoned her and her mom, too.”

Tallulah’s POV:

The next morning Tallulah woke up in a state of sorrow, wanting nothing more than to just be left alone by everyone. Deciding that the only way she was going to truly find seclusion was to go for a hike by herself. It wasn’t the safest option she had come up with but it definitely was the most fool-proof.

She stood at the entrance of a path leading into the woods, pulling her jacket tighter around body as the wind picked up. The only thing she had bothered to bring with her was a small backpack carrying a water bottle. She had left her phone on the kitchen counter next to a note that had said she had gone on a hike, so that her dad and Kira knew she didn’t have it. She didn’t want to see or be contacted by anyone, and she meant it wholeheartedly. Walking into the forest following the worn, dirt path through the what seemed to be never ending trees, the smell of the earthy air mixed with the leftover rain smell from earlier in the morning was intoxicating. She loved it. It was something she craved in Seattle, which was a never ending smell of car fumes and other awful aromas. It was something she grew to love, but she never felt at peace there. She felt as if there was a piece of her missing in Seattle, and being back in La Push had seemingly filled that feeling, though she would never admit it outloud to anyone, ever.

Tallulah felt free in the woods as she continued down the overused path, following all the twists and turns, up all the little hills. The crisp air burned her lungs as she struggled to keep her breathing laboured. She was never one for exercise and it was really starting to show but she continued anyway. The wind seemingly picked up the higher she got from the ground, the leaves of the trees around her bristling with it. This was the most at peace she had felt since arriving in LaPush. No one was around to tell her what to do or how to act, just herself and her thoughts. It was nice for a change.

She arrived at a little clearing just in front of a cliff and decided to take a small break, leaning up against one of the many trees around her. She could hear the waves of the ocean from her spot, but was too nervous to get closer to the edge of the cliff.

A branch breaking nearby caused Tallulah to swivel quickly in the direction she thought it came from, the feeling of being watched by something giving her an uneasy feeling, she forced herself to continue in the direction she had been headed. She was too far into her hike to turn back now, she thought to herself. Walking up another steep area, she held onto a tree to keep her steady as she climbed the rough terrain. The bark of the old tree felt rough on her palm. As she got herself past the steep area, Tallulah surveyed what the next bit of path looked like as she continued slowly, the feeling of being watched had grown severely. The rustle of the trees and bushes around signalling that there must be an animal nearby, probably just a bunny, she thought to herself.

Taking her backpack off her back, she knelt down to unzip it, the ground keeping it up right. Grabbing the water bottle she had packed before zipping it back up. Taking a sip as she stood up, a howl ripped through the air from the area she had just been in, too close for comfort causing Tallulah to grab her bag off the ground and begin to speed walk further up the path, looking behind her to make sure the wolf wasn’t behind her. When she turned back around, Paul was walking towards her. An unreadable expression on his face. He was shirtless, in his usual cargo shorts and running shoes despite the fact that the wind felt more like knives.

“What is wrong with you? Do you know how many people are looking for you right now?” he asked, the concern was evident in his tone.

“I left a note.” she stated bluntly. It's not like she just ran away.

“And your phone!” he exclaimed.

“I wanted to be alone.” she tried to justify but Paul was having none of it.

“You can’t just come out here alone, Tal. It’s dangerous.” he stressed, “You could’ve gotten hurt and nobody would have known.” That's a fair point, she thought to herself.

“I’m not alone.” she said as she walked past him, continuing on the path, “You’re here.”

They continued forward, Paul following a few steps behind, before she stopped at another lookout. Tallulah was exhausted but too stubborn to admit, especially to Paul. There were a few picnic benches in the clearing of the lookout that she had walked over to, sitting on top with her feet on the bench, taking a sip of her water before handing it to Paul.

“How’d you find me?” she asked curiously as he took a swig of her bottle and placed it on top of the table before sitting next to her.

“Only so many trails near your house. Guess I got lucky choosing the one I did” he spoke softly. Tallulah nodded her head, looking him over. He looked so tired and she felt a bit guilty considering the events of the night before. Noticing the circular tattoo on his shoulder, two wolves howling, she couldn’t help but trace it lightly with her finger, amazed at the intricacy of. It really puts all of her little sticks and pokes to shame.

“When did you get this?” she asked quietly, shifting her eyes from the tattoo to his face.

He cleared his throat before saying, “When I was sixteen. It’s kind of a long story.” he trailed off.

She nodded her head and smiled before saying, “It’s nice.”

“You’ve got some pretty interesting ones too,” he teased, “I particularly like the little ghost you’ve got.”

Tallulah laughed, “I thought I did a pretty good job.” she said, shoving the sleeve of her jacket up her arm to look at the little ghost on her forearm that she had done when she was 15 on Halloween.

“You apply to any colleges yet” Paul asked curiously to which Tallulah nodded her head.

“Yeah, I did back in Seattle but I’m not going to get into any of them so..” she trailed off, shoving her sleeve back down her arm, hiding her hands inside her sleeve. He was looking at her, and she couldn't tell if he was confused or concerned by her statement. “I was in the arts stream at my old school. All my applications needed an extensive portfolio that I’m never going to get to finish so they're basically already rejections.” She explained, although she didn’t know if she was upset about the fact that she didn’t have all of the qualifications for the schools she had chosen. She didn’t even know if she had wanted to go to college.

“Do you regret not going to college?” she asked him, turning her body so she was facing him.

“No,” Paul shook his head, “I didn’t really have plans to go. Couldn’t you finish your portfolio here?”

“No, I don’t have any of the equipment and it's all too expensive. Besides, I don’t want to waste my time and money just to be told no.”

He nodded his head in understanding, “You’ve still got lots of time to figure out what you want to do next.” he placed his warm hand on her knee and gave it a comforting squeeze causing her cheeks to flush more than what the cold had already caused. Whether the cold was making her mind delirious and the warmth radiating off Paul's body was too inviting, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning over and pressing her cold lips to his warm ones. It was soft and gentle but also sent shockwaves through her body.

Realizing what she had just done, Tallulah pulled away quickly, eyes wide and wild, “I shouldn’t have.. Oh my..I’m sorry, you have -” she rambled before being cut off by Paul pressing his lips back to hers. His large hand came to rest on her cheek, her eyes fluttered closed. She kissed him back with the same need that he had. It felt like one timeless and passionate moment that she would never be able to relive again and she reveled in it.

Tallulah brought her hand up to the back of his neck, tangling her fingers into his overgrown hair. It was all so sensual and smooth, nothing like any of the boys she had ever kissed before. Nothing like Xander. She felt guilty for thinking about him while her lips were connected to Pauls but it brought her back down to reality, she pulled away from him keeping her eyes cast to the ground. She separated herself from him and stood up from the picnic table, “We shouldn’t have done that.” she said quickly.

“Tal,” Paul reached for her but she shook her head, “You have a girlfriend! And I-” she stopped herself taking a deep breath, looking up at him not knowing what to say.

Paul chuckled, “I don’t have a girlfriend. But hey” he raised his hands up in defense, “It was a momentary lapse of judgement on your part but I’m not going to apologize. I wanted to kiss you, so I did.” he stated.

“Fine , you don’t have a girlfriend and I kissed you first but it’s never going to happen again.” she tried to state firmly, knowing damn well she wanted nothing more to walk up and kiss him again.

“Fine.” he agreed, standing up and in front of her. She sighed exasperatedly, standing on her tippy toes, both hands clasping his cheeks, “Just one more.”

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justablobfish · 3 years

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Finding a present for that person that is impossible to find a present for

Day 13 of my Advent Calender. A new drabble or oneshot everyday until Christmas, following the Continent’s favourite found family and what they’re up to in the winter season. Based on this prompt list

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It's going to be Jaskier’s second time visiting Kaer Morhen.

Two years ago, Geralt had asked him only a few days before they were scheduled to separate for the winter. It had all been rather sudden and the whole season had passed in a blur of anxiety and excitement.

He hadn't even met the whole family then, Geralt's little brother Lambert hadn't made it to the keep that year. Then, the year after, Jaskier got delayed by his family until he couldn't make it to the keep anymore; the path had already snowed over.

This year though - this year Jaskier is determined to make the most of his time at Kaer Morhen and charm his way into the hearts of Geralt's family until they can't imagine winter without him anymore.

Step one is to make a good first impression after the Wolves haven't seen him in so long. And the easiest way to do that is to get the perfect welcome gift for everyone scheduled to be there.

He comes across the first gift mere weeks after the snow of the previous winter has melted. After the tedious experience with his parents he decides to spend some time in Oxenfurt to recuperate.

In his favorite dingy little bookstore he finds the perfect present for Eskel.

Yes, yes, a steamy romance novel might not necessarily be the best way to prove himself to his lover's family, but the cover of the book shows your usual handsome warrior with very revealing clothing clutching a swooning damsel in distress in his overly muscular arms. Except this protagonist is drawn with an enormous scar covering the left side of his face.

He's extremely handsome. So is Eskel, of course, but whenever Jaskier tells him as much he just dismisses the compliment. With this book though, Eskel will have to believe him that scars are seen as attractive by quite a number of people. Why else would they draw the cover like this?

His second gift he also finds in a bookstore, though this place couldn't possibly be more different than where he found the book for Eskel.

The "Ye Olde Books" in Toussaint sells only the most esteemed antiquities to rich noblemen who never intend to read them and only display them to prove their supposedly good taste and to exaggerate their riches.

Jaskier quickly determines the oldest book the store has on offer. It's still younger than the recipient of the gift, of course, but the fairy tale stories it holds should still be similar enough to the stories that must have been popular when Vesemir was a child.

After the events of the last winter Jaskier at least managed to guilt trip his parents enough that he has no trouble paying for the delicate tome.

As for Lambert, Jaskier didn't meet him the one year he spent at Kaer Morhen, but he and Geralt ran into the younger Witcher on the Path once. It was a brief encounter and Lambert didn't seem to particularly like Jaskier.

Geralt reassured him afterwards that it's nothing personal and that Lambert doesn't like anyone.

Even though they couldn't possibly be more different, Lambert somewhat reminded Jaskier of himself. Jaskier is happy with his place in the world now, but he had to carve it out for himself, which hadn't always been easy. He remembers a time when he, too, felt trapped in the life he was born into, never good enough to satisfy his parents or to become a person in his own right, not just the heir to a legacy he wanted nothing to do with.

So the bitterness Lambert carries around with him feels very familiar.

His third gift, therefore, is just as expensive as Vesemir's and on top of that requires a large amount of convincing to work out. Luckily, Jaskier has practice annoying someone enough until they agree to anything. He spent most of his life perfecting the skill with the involuntary help of his lover.

By the time winter comes around again, the specially commissioned Gwent card will have started distribution. Though of course Jaskier will carry a copy of the new Lambert hero card with him as well and present it to Geralt's younger brother. He's made sure it would be stronger than the White Wolf card that became popular in recent years.

Ciri's gift is easy enough. Jaskier simply buys the biggest, fluffiest teddy bear he can find. Ciri is going to roll her eyes at him and claim that she isn't a kid anymore, but that's exactly what makes it the perfect present. With all that destiny business, the kid forgets far too often to allow herself to be a child sometimes.

How to get this monstrous thing, which is nearly as tall as Jaskier, back to Kaer Morhen is an entirely different story, though…

The gift for Yennefer isn't hard to find either once he meets up with Geralt and travels with him again. In a run-down little general store in a village in the middle of nowhere, in the furthest corner of the shop, hidden under a fishing net and a set of gardening tools, lies the most atrocious knitted sweater Jaskier has ever seen. There's no reason to abandon old traditions, even if he and Yennefer don’t meet up at Oxenfurt anymore. And in case Yennefer doesn't attend Kaer Morhen this winter, he'll simply keep it around until the next time they meet. The knitwear is so incredibly ugly, it would be a shame to waste it.

Geralt informs him one day that Lambert will bring a plus one. Not a boyfriend or close friend or anything, just a superficial acquaintance. The fact that Lambert risked his own hide to save the man's life is - apparently - entirely coincidental and without meaning. It's just that this other Witcher of the Cat school has no other place to spend the winter. Nothing more.

Geralt calls his little brother an emotionally constipated idiot and Jaskier can't help but burst out laughing at the hypocrisy.

Jaskier isn't sure whether to get this Aiden a gift as well since he never met the man, but as so often in his life, fate takes matters into its own hands.

He's perusing his favorite clothes store in Vizima when he finds the most beautiful scarf. It's big and woolen and perfectly flashy. Every handspan or so the pattern and colours change completely. All in all it shows every colour of the rainbow.

That is not the gift for Aiden, of course. But it's going to look great on Jaskier, especially since Geralt still insists he wears that old grey winter cloak. Granted, the cloak is warm, but oh so boring looking. The scarf will be just the right accessory to add a bit of color to his winter wardrobe.

The gift for Aiden he comes across as he leaves the store. A little boy, who must be the owner's son, sits at the side of the road and busies himself with thread and needle.

Curious, Jaskier steps closer and finds that the boy is attaching pieces of felt to a simple hairband.

Once the kid is done he puts the headband on and the felt pieces stand up in such a way that it appears like the boy has kitten ears growing out of his head.

Jaskier considers for a moment but then decides that if this Aiden is voluntarily hanging out with Lambert, he must have a good sense of humor. He buys the headband off the boy and heads back to his and Geralt's inn room.

Maybe it's because he's traveling with Geralt and can't really go looking for a gift for the White Wolf, but by the time their departure for Kaer Morhen rolls around, Jaskier has a little something for everyone, except Geralt. He doesn't even have an idea what he could gift to the man. Anything practical like a new whetstone, better armor or a fancy dagger is something that Geralt is far better equipped to pick out himself. Jaskier has little knowledge about such things.

And while Jaskier has spent the last twenty years of his life convincing the big oaf that he deserves pretty things every once in a while, too, Jaskier can't think of anything that wouldn't just be in the way when they eventually set out on the Path again.

The end of autumn creeps closer and closer and Jaskier’s head stubbornly remains empty. It shouldn't be this hard to think of something that Geralt would enjoy. After all, Jaskier has known him for over two decades now. But it seems like everything he could get his favorite Witcher he has already gotten him at some point during their travels.

He still has no idea when they pass the last village on the way to the Witchers’ keep.

Or when they start making their way up the mountain path.

Maybe there's a pretty rock he can pick up?

What? No, that's a dumb idea. He's not just gonna pick up a random rock just because he's desperate. At this point he'll just have to accept the fact that he has no gift for Geralt.

They reach the keep after two days of tedious climbing - not something Jaskier missed from his last visit - and are greeted at the gates by the other Witchers. Geralt's family members each welcome Geralt with a short hug and a pat on the back, while another man, who must be Lambert's tagalong, awkwardly stands to the side. Vesemir and Eskel nod at Jaskier courtly, Lambert only grunts at him.

Jaskier makes eye contact with Aiden who rolls his eyes at him apologetically over Lambert's behaviour.

Then Geralt brings Roach to the stables and they all quickly make their way inside.

In the large dining hall they meet Yennefer and Ciri. Apparently they only came here a day earlier via portal, making Jaskier and Geralt the last to arrive.

"I have welcoming gifts!" Jaskier addresses everyone.

Eskel reacts to his present with eyes narrowed in confusion. Then they grow wide with realisation and wonder.

Lambert scoffs when Jaskier hands him his parcel. He doesn't scoff again after he unpacks it.

Aiden grins at him widely and immediately puts his gift on.

Vesemir simply hums appreciatively. It reminds Jaskier far too much of Geralt. He supposes the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Ciri, as expected, reacts with a pout and the declaration that she's not a child anymore. Still, she clutches the plushy to her chest and refuses to let it go when Aiden says he'll take it if she doesn't like it.

Yennefer snarls at her sweater and quickly turns away from the group to hide it, but just like Ciri does with the teddy bear, she clutches it to her chest protectively.

Which only leaves Geralt.

"I, uh…, " Jaskier stutters and stares at his empty hands.

"Hmm," Geralt hums. "Saving the best for last?"

He grabs Jaskier by the shoulder, turns him around so that he's facing the room. He hugs Jaskier from behind and places his chin on Jaskier’s shoulder.

"Seems like you got me the best gift of all," Geralt hums. "Look!"

Confused, Jaskier glances about the room. Vesemir and Eskel are sitting in a corner, flipping through their respective books. Lambert is chasing Aiden through the room, who has stolen his Gwent card and is waving it around tauntingly. Ciri holds the teddy out to Yennefer, who's holding her sweater to the bear's chest to see if it would fit him. There's nothing out of the ordinary that Jaskier can spot.

"I don't under-" he begins.

"Everyone's here," Geralt explains. "My whole family in one place for the very first time. I couldn't possibly ask for more."

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #Jaskier #geralt of rivia #eskel #lambert #aiden #vesemir #ciri #Yennefer of Vengerberg #theblobfishwrites

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I know finding/getting an agent is arduous (going through querying rn) but I’m wondering how your process went with Adult? I’m stuck in a weird space with my work. I’m not writing the epic fantasy pple expect from the fantasy genre, but I’m not writing the younger characters and experiences of YA. My work deals with college kids in a magical universe so I feel kind of torn Bc my writing itself fits more into the conventions of YA but I can’t write the stories I want with an 18 year old. I’m just curious about how you felt during your query journey. From what I’ve seen of your WIPs they’re similar to mine in that they aren’t the Adult Epic GOT fantasy.

oh boy it’s kinda a long story, so under a cut it goes.

i started actively writing novels when i was 12 (though, really, they were more novellas) and used to be on inkpop back when that was a site where i wrote YA contemporary novels. i shifted from genre to genre (contemporary to historical fiction to scifi to dystopian and finally into epic fantasy) until i was about 18, when i started to stick with fantasy on the whole, especially as i started reading it more (growing up, i didn’t read much fantasy). however, by the time i started to actively pursue publication, i was at the tail end of the fantasy boom in YA, when it was really difficult to find any editor who wanted to take on epic fantasy. around that time, i was with my second agent (and we’d failed to sell four of my YA epic fantasies), and he encouraged me to write in other genres of fantasy, since i’d always been interested in doing that. so, i switched to contemporary fantasy, which i really liked bc i find it really fun to figure out how magic could actually work in our world, especially since my magic is rarely the inherent kind where someone is born with it. i mean, they may be born with the innate ability to use magic, but the magic has to come from somewhere, yknow? therefore, my magic is often a kind of “natural resource,” in that it comes from the earth or the ocean or what-have-you and people have to learn how to use it and sustain it etc etc (my lady king arthur YA actually delved into what happens when magic is overused and the natural resource begins to run out) but i digress.

however, it was also around that time that i began to feel really disenchanted with YA and started leaning further and further away from it. i was still with my agent, but he said it was fine if i wrote Adult work and found an Adult agent (he only reps children’s books) while i also worked on my YAs, but the more i wrote Adult, the less i wanted to write YA, until eventually i decided that i should part ways with my agent bc i couldn’t see myself returning to YA again (maybe not never, since i do still have YAs i love, and my agent and i are still on good terms, should i ever return to my tyranny WIP rewrite, aka the tyranny WIP he signed me on for in the first place). my Adult work shifted genres a lot: i started with a speculative fiction manuscript, then a couple contemporary fantasies, then another speculative fiction manuscript, then a fantasy romance, and finally a romantic comedy with magic, as i got older and my interests in writing changed and i realized that i really love writing romance, and that i’d love to write romcoms with magic, especially ones that feature people like me. it’s helpful that diverse romcoms are having a boom right now, and i’m lucky i connected with my new agent at the time that i did (she’d been about to close to queries when i saw her last MSWL tweet, so i queried her with my romcom with magic WIP, she requested a partial, then the full, then an R&R, and then finally offered rep). i’ve been querying for an Adult agent since early 2018 and signed with my agent last month after i queried her late last year.

Adult can definitely feature college kids in a magical world without falling into epic fantasy or YA (hell, Adult can have actual children as the main characters and still get published in Adult). there are a lot of subgenres of fantasy out there, and some are becoming more popular than the staple epic fantasy (though that is an evergreen genre) bc a lot of people are tired of the same tropes again and again, especially since our world is so chaotic rn and people need an escape (see the romcom boom), though in the bookstore they do tend to all get lumped under the fantasy umbrella, simply bc that’s how bookstores work. the subgenres typically only matter to industry insiders (namely agents and editors, at least where the author is concerned), bc it proves you know where your book stands, you know the standards and requirements of that subgenre, and that you also read in that subgenre. if my romcom with magic gets published, i imagine it’ll be in the “romance” shelf in bookstores, even though there’s magic in it (ultimately, it won’t be my decision where it’s shelved but the publisher’s). in my WIP, magic is the garnish on top of the romcom omelet, in other words (and that’s really only bc i find it difficult to write a book without magic in it, though my agent did ask if i’d ever consider doing so, and i’m not opposed to the idea. i’d just need to get a good idea to want to try it, and as of rn i don’t really have one, but again, i digress).

there’s also what’s called “crossover” fiction, which means that a particular book might appeal to both YA and Adult readers. there’s no actual shelf in a bookstore for crossover books, so it’ll be shelved either in YA or Adult (i don’t know how that gets decided for, say, a debut author, though with some other established authors, such as sj///m, it’s kinda obvious why one book is shelved in one section over another), and i don’t think you can try to query a book as “crossover”, but they do exist, it’s just not typically the author’s decision bc it’s better if an author does try to make a book fit in one category over another. (one good example of this “crossover” category is Red, White, & Royal Blue--it’s published in Adult romance, features adults--the narrator, Alex, is 21--but will also appeal to YA readers.)

with all of that said, what you might need to consider is if your tone/voice fits into Adult, given your story demands to be told there. how i suggest doing that is finding other books in the Adult category that match your genre (obviously i don’t know what your book is about, but perhaps A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik might fit the bill? it’s Adult, published by Del Rey, which is an Adult fantasy imprint, but about youngish students) to see if your tone/voice sounds like they do. if it doesn’t, you might need to revisit it. it’s something i’ve had to learn to do over the years, and i’m still working on it. my twin oceans WIP is actually an experiment for me, to try for a different tone/voice and see if i can manage it now that i’ve had a decent amount of experience writing Adult books, and is also good practice with a new outlining/plotting style my agent introduced, one we’re gonna use for my romcom with magic WIP as we continue to work on revisions.

this is an incredibly long ramble, but i hope it helps, at least a little? if not, feel free to ask away! <3

#ask #anonymous #my writing #writing advice #writing tips #long post #c'est moi #sorta

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #364

“you wanna know what zeus said to narcissus? / ‘you’d better watch yourself’“

Do you change your type of music regularly? Nah. I've ben all about metal and rock since middle school. Would you want to visit Tokyo, Japan, someday? It's not actually on my bucket list or anything, but I'd do it. Do you curse like a sailor? Sailors are better than I am, aha... Do you hear trains pass by where you live? No. Ever been in a race? Haha, no. Last time you’ve eaten a taco? I hate tacos. Do you like horses? Sure do! Do you like Starburst? omg YES. What is your favourite wild animal? MEERKATS!!!!!! :') Do you like hamsters? They're very cute, but I've never met a nice one. Do you eat bananas? Yeah, I like bananas, but I'm VERY picky with how ripe it is. There's like, barely a two-day span where I'm willing to eat them. What is your favourite bookstore? I don't have one. What is your favorite fast food joint? Sonic. Do you sweat easily? Ugh, you haven't the slightest idea. As a side effect of one (or two?) of my prescriptions, I have I N S A N E hyperhidrosis. I can stand outside for a millisecond in like 70 degree weather and I'm already sweating. If you could move (and SERIOUSLY think about this) where would you move? All factors considered, being entirely realistic, the mountain-y region of western NC. Why would you go there? I want to stay in NC to at least not be a massive ways away from my family, and I loooove mountains. Plus, there's a lot of cool places on the other end of the state. Do you want to travel? Yes. I want to see so much more than this boring 'ole state. What was the last vaccination you got? For Covid. Have there ever been any forest or grass fires in your area? There have been wildfires towards the beach, I believe? Any time it happened we would always get the smoke all the way where we live. Are you Italian? Not to my knowledge. Do you own an acoustic guitar? No. What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? My physical health. When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? Recently. Can you roll your own cigarettes? I've never smoked, so. Are you mentally strong? I think so. I hope so. Are you physically strong? I am like, comically weak. Are you heartbroken right now? No. Do you ever get complimented on your eyes? What color are they? It's happened, but it's definitely not a regular thing or whatever. They're grayish blue. What facial feature do you like the best on a person? I'd say I'm most attracted to pretty eyes. What is the weirdest animal you’ve ever held? I helped hold a massive snake as a kid (I don't remember what it was), and I've also held a rose hair tarantula. I can't think of any truly strange animals by my opinion, really. Do you get extremely hyper when under the influence of sugar? No. Sugar seems to have zero effect on me, probably because I'm over-exposed to it thanks to soda... What about caffeine? Not at all, likely for the aforementioned reason. Have you ever tried any drugs? If so, did you regret it? Besides alcohol, no. I don't regret having drank as it was never a lot. Do you have any pregnant friends? A high school acquaintance is pregnant. I THINK she's the only one now? I swear I see a new pregnancy announcement on Facebook like every two days, and mind you I don't even have all that many "friends." That being said, I may definitely be forgetting someone. When ordering food, what do you usually get as a drink? Depending on whether they have Pepsi or Coke products, either Mountain Dew or Coke. When drawing something, do you try to be super precise or do you not care? I am so, so, SO obsessive over getting everything right, but things never come out as good as I want them to/imagine them. Have you actually read Twilight? I haven't. What about Harry Potter? Never read any of those, either. I started one in elementary school, but didn't get very far at all. Out of the two, which is better? I have like no interest in either, so. How often do you read books? It various. I go through like reading episodes, and then I don't read for months. Are you the jealous type? I'm not like, an insanely jealous person, but it's still the worst it's ever been at this point in my life. I hate it. Are you the type of person who gets jealous of people’s pasts? Nah, no reason to. Do you know anyone who faints at the sight of blood? Not blood, I think, but needles and drawing blood, yes. I know my dad's fainted at least once at the doctor, and Jason fainted when I was getting blood drawn at the ER. What colors are the eyes of your family members? Just about everyone has brown eyes but me, I think my maternal grandpa, and my brother. Are you related to anyone with red hair? Not to my knowledge. Were you a chubby baby? No, I was pretty average. What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Social situations with strangers especially. Asking for things. Public speaking/presenting. What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? God, I remember there was this one night in particular where I stayed up SO late, but I don't remember the exact time. I think I actually cried because I was so stressed and tired. How many vegetarians do you know? In my personal life, I don't believe I know any, but I could be wrong. Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? I never did, even though I was always tired. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? No. Favorite episode of Spongebob? The pizza one, probably. Or the Hash Slinging Slasher episode. What bug frightens you most? Wasps, probably. Are your parents supportive of you? Yes. <3 How often do you take the train to go places? I've never been on a train. Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? No. Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool? No. What was the last thing you took a video of? Hm... I honestly don't remember. What’s something that used to really stress you out, but doesn’t anymore? Thunderstorms. Have you ever had famous neighbors? No. Pick your three favourite vegetables. Broccoli, green beans, and uh... I'm blanking... Habitually I wanna say "corn," but I know it's not technically a veggie, but starch. Have you ever broken a movie or game disc? I think I have? What is your favourite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. Can you rap freestyle? Or at least sing raps from songs? Ha, no. Have you ever shared a house with a significant other? Yeah. Do you scream at scary parts in a horror flick? No. I might jump a bit, but not always. What do you spend most of your time doing? Watching YouTube. Do you really care what’s going on in celebrities' lives? More like the YouTubers I watch. Have you ever broken a plate/bowl? Accidentally by dropping them. When was the last time you felt like you didn’t have a care in the world? I couldn't begin to guess. Has anyone ever drunk called/texted you? No. Can you do a backwards london bridges? God no, I'd bust my back. What smiley do you use the most on the computer? (: maybe. Or :') Are any of your pets “overweight”? No, but why is "overweight" in quotations as if overweight pets aren't a real and serious issue? Has anyone ever bought you a ring? Yeah. On a scale 1-10, how funny are you? I honestly don't think I'm funny at all, so I'd put myself at a 1. Pretty recently though it was very surprising and flattering to have my dad and older sister point out that I'm "hilarious" with my wry sense of humor. I don't see it, but I mean, it was surely appreciated. What’s a song that is overplayed but you still like it anyway? I barely ever listen to the radio, yet I still know "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen is played a lot, but I could never get tired of it. Are you excited for Christmas? Christmastime is my favorite time of year nowadays, mainly because of how excited my niece and nephew always are, and we spend most of Christmas Day and usually Christmas Eve with them. I love the weather, the focus on togetherness, all that. What are you thankful for? Man, a lot. I try my best to never overlook all the truly amazing things I do have, like a loving and supportive family, a home, food and safe water, Internet haha, access to medical care (regardless of the complaints I have about American healthcare)... I've got a lot of bad going on in my life, but I've also got a great amount of good things, too. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on? Internet. What’s your favorite color combination? Maaan, don't do this. I really don't know. Probably two pastels, idk. Do you have any internet friends? I have more Internet friends than I do "real life" ones. What was the last song you listened to? "Deep Six" by Marilyn Manson earlier. How are you feeling right now? My arm is really sore from my second Covid shot, and I'm also having trouble breathing thanks to the dog (apparently, I'm allergic to whatever she is). I know it sounds bad, but I cannot wait 'til she's gone (from this house, no we're of course not euthanizing her). What color is the shirt you’re wearing? Burgundy. Do you play video games? Yeah, just not as much as I used to. Have you ever been to a club and had someone slip something into your drink? I've never been to a club period, and I don't plan on it. Do you know anyone who’s done ecstasy? Not to my knowledge, anyway. Are you on birth control? Yes, but only to regulate and soothe my menstrual cycle. My cramps were insufferable prior. Does your sibling have a significant other? All but my younger sister. Like she's in contact with who she calls "contenders," haha, but she isn't officially dating anyone. She's MEGA picky with who she dates. Have you ever cried at a real wedding? Yes, because it was very triggering to my PTSD. Any idea what you want for your next birthday? That's quiiite a whiles away, so I have plenty of time to think about that. I don't know if I'll be employed by then and thus able to buy some things myself, but I'll just say I won't be (because I'm I think rationally fearful that's where I'll still be). For Christmas I plan on just asking for a new terrarium for Venus plus better materials for it (like a proper temp gauge and hygrometer, etc.), and with that taken care of, then I might be interested in asking for a hognose for my bday, but idk. I'd want to ensure (s)he starts out with a perfect terrarium, and seeing as I want a hoggie morph, that's a lot of money in one go that idk if I'd be comfortable asking. So I'unno, maybe I'll go for a tattoo again. Wow, this was a lot of rambling for something so far off, pardon me haha. Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? My Nintendo DS Lite, actually. I can't find the darn charger for it, and I really need to so I can bring it to Ashley's again for the kids to play the Pokemon game I have that they love. Aubree especially is really into it, and she adores Pikachu and Eevee. :') Which awards show would you wanna go to the most (e.g Oscars, Grammys etc.)? I don't even know what most award shows are for, if I'm being honest. I'm not really interested. What colour is your keyboard? Black, but each key glows red. Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No. Are you a fan of acrylic nails? Not for myself; I think they'd drive me insane. I do, however, think they look nice on others.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''deep six'' by marilyn manson

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botan-shirabuki · 4 years

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Soi and Mitsuhide SFW/NSFW headcanons 😭💖

I would get hit by a bus for these two. They don't have to be in danger or anything, just in general.

SFW

-They're generally very well liked by the people in town, so when word got out that they were together, most people were so happy for them. Soi's favorite grocer even gave her a congratulatory discount the day they found out. Soi gets embarrassed by all the attention, but Mitsuhide takes it in stride. After all, when you've got It...you've Got It.

-Soi is a total geek-ass dweeb nerd about food. Like, yeah duh, she's a chef but it goes deeper than that. She reads so much about food and how recipes work that she can list trivia off the top of her head. Whenever her and Mitsuhide eat together, she'll usually begin each meal with some Fun Facts™ about what they're eating. Mitsuhide is so wholly enamoured with everything she tells him so he just sits and listens intently. If he asks her a really good question she goes !!!!! And she starts to go off on a tangent. He has to remind her that they're about to eat sometimes so the food doesn't go cold.

-Mitsuhide kept his love for cats from her for quite a while. "I wanted you to have sex with me." When she found out, she started feeding stray cats along with him. Her cat voice is nowhere near the level of his, but she tries her best. She actually used to be low-key scared of cats after she saw one maul a rabbit when she was younger, but seeing a herd of them around Mitsuhide being cute and fuzzy and meowing helped her get over that.

-Once they get to Sakamoto, they got the opportunity to foster a mother cat who had an injured leg and her kittens back to good health. It was a really hectic time in the castle because the kittens ended up being pretty energetic and many of their retainers ended up chasing them all around. But everyone in the castle grew so attatched to them so some of their retainers and maids ended up taking the kittens home themselves once they were old enough. Soi and Mitsuhide kept the mother and one of the kittens themselves until [DATA EXPUNGED]

-Speaking of the cats, Soi gets to hear all of his corny jokes that they do. Sometimes he'll feed the cats alone so he can practice getting the punchline right before he tries them on her. The thing is, Soi finds the way that he tells the joke funnier than the joke itself. If he finds a joke particularly funny and no one else is around, he'll be chuckling to himself and then he'll stop. And then he'll think about it and start laughing again. And then he'll get her attention; so she turns around, trying to act like she hasn't heard him snickering to himself, and asks him what is it. He proceeds to tell her a joke that she's heard before (maybe even delivered better) but the way he's clearly trying so hard not to crack up and ruin it makes her double over every time. Mitsuhide assumes he killed that shit and they both laugh together. Everyone wins!

-he loves playing with her hair. It's so soft and is such a pretty color when it catches the sunlight. He often runs his fingers through it and will tuck it behind her ears and set it back in its place when it gets messed up by the wind or Inuchiyo. Sometimes if they're sitting outside together he'll start braiding it, though it usually unravels. He can only imagine what it was like when it was long.

-They end each day by talking to each other about how their days went over tea and snacks. It's such a nice stress relief for the two of them and a guaranteed way for them to spend time with each other no matter how eventful their days are.

-Soi has the STRONGEST legs from how good she's gotten at jumping to conclusions. She doesn't mean to, but Mitsuhide means so much to her that her mind tends to go all over the place when he leaves any questions unanswered. Mitsuhide has no problem answering them when she confronts him though. He thinks she's cute when she realizes she was being overdramatic.

-It's a whole part-time job keeping Soi out of danger, whether it's holding her up when she trips on something, or keeping her from throwing a gourd full of deer piss at some scoundrels while they're visiting the capital. Soi gets very embarrassed and frustrated by him always needing to save her or stop her bc she doesn't want him to think of her as less than, or as a child he needs to babysit. Of course, Mitsuhide doesn't mind. Though he often looks exasperated or stressed out by these situations, he admires how impulsive she is. He doesn't want to see her hurt, of course, but that look of self-righteous determination she gets before she does something without thinking is one of his favorites.

-Soi is a very Sensitive Soul, but she tends to hold in her emotions. They've had to really work on communicating properly so that they don't get hung up on minor misunderstandings. Especially after Mitsuhide absolutely slam dunked on Soi's feelings for him. And when she was down, he proceeded to stomp on them, steam roll them, panini press them, tap dance and then finally crip walk on them. She's still not over that so they're working through it. Mitsuhide takes extra care not to hurt her anymore than that, because nothing ruined him like the look on her face at that teahouse 😔

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-They're both the most stressed people you'll ever meet (Mitsuhide from work and Soi from raw, unfiltered neurosis) and they've become each other's favorite form of stress relief. Those aforementioned nightly visits often escalate very quickly.

-Growing up, Soi never had an actual idea of what sex was. She knew it was something that couples did and that it was a section of the bookstore she wasn't allowed in. So at first, she was very hesitant to do anything too crazy with him even though they were a couple so in theory it was okay, but she didn't know what it would lead to or what the end goal was, if not a baby. But then Mitsuhide made her cum for the first time and she was like "OH THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING OUT ON!!!!!" And she's been a bust down ever since.

-They both dedicate themselves to being the perfect lover. Soi has finally steeled herself to go into the forbidden section of the bookstore and pick up relevant editions of The Lover's Guide. She's that girl who practices facial expressions and flattering positions in the mirror. Mitsuhide also reads All The Books. He's learned not to take advice from Nobunaga, Katsuie, or Hideyoshi because none of their tips are really His Style™. He also often finds himself thinking about how he can use his training to better his performance.

-They both masturbate (also, Mitsuhide taught her how to touch herself) during long bouts where they don't get to see each other. When they finally get to see each other again they're both really bashful, but Soi will end up blurting out that she thought about him while she did and then she'll kick herself for letting that slip out because she doesn't want to come across as desperate. But after a moment, he'll be like "Oh good, I thought of you too!"

-They're very sexually intense people. The sheer level of smoulder between them is INSANE. It's like when they're intimate, it's as if there aren't enough things they can do to show how much they love each other. It isn't enough to just fuck her through the floor. It isn't enough to leave her covered in hickeys and bruises. Soi likes to feel like he's trying to murder her with his dick. She also tends to cry when it's that good, but it's never from sadness. Mitsuhide has learned to just keep fucking her through it until she's nice and sated again 😌

-While Soi does like it rough, she doesn't want him to say anything degrading or mean. Mitsuhide will tell her she's beautiful after he slaps her. Or he'll tell her how good of a job she's doing while he fucks her face. Positive reinforcement is key :) Also, he never leaves any orifices sore because he's learned the RIGHT way to do all this. And he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her in a way that was truly unpleasant.

-Mitsuhide never speaks a single word about what they do to anyone in the castle. He would never put her on blast like that bc it's corny. However, Soi does have Oichi and a few maids that she's close with that she confides in. She intended to keep it secret too, but of course she went and accidentally implied that she likes auto-erotic asphyxiation so the cat was out of the bag. As far as she's concerned, her business is safe with them, though.

-Ever since she has become Aware, Soi has become a royal tease. Nothing too dramatic, she just knows what looks to give him and how to move while she serves Lord Nobunaga's dessert to make his resolve and self control go *Roman Holiday noises*. He gets her back every time without fail.

-They aren't exhibitionists, but they do often end up fucking in risky public/semi-public places (i.e., that dungeon, on the veranda, in an alley at night, on a balcony, in an empty room in the middle of the day......if you fuck on the shores of Lake Biwa and nobody is around, did it really happen?)

-Mitsuhide is a switch, and they've toyed with the idea of changing things up, but Soi would want nothing more than to give him the equal amount of pleasure that he gives her, and she doesn't trust her physical ability to do so. She's also not that good with rope and dildos are intimidating. They've decided that it's best to let her lead the way and tell him exactly what she wants (which btw, took her SO LONG to be able to do bc she's got so many hang ups lol). It's really helped her figure out what she really wants and likes. And although she usually just ends up requesting that he manhandles her anyway, it's reassuring to both of them that she chose for it to be that way.

#my writing #slbp mitsuhide #MC: Soi #headcanons #long post

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emdythewriter · 5 years

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Scars of our lives | chapter one (acotar)

A/N: I feel like I’ve been posting a lot of new fics lately and you guys are probably getting annoyed and just want me to update new chapters of the ones already posted (which will happen) but I wrote this in one sitting and am super proud of it and couldn’t want to share so here you go!

Summary: all three Archeron sisters are now business owners, which brings about some new faces. Every thing starts out perfect but life likes to throw a curve ball or two. Things are about to get a little complicated but whose to say the sisters have never dealt with complicated before, after all it only helps to find who you truly are, scars and all.

“Shit,” Feyre cursed as she tripped over an unpacked box, almost breaking the bottle of liquor in her hands. She was a few days away from the grand opening of her bar, Stars Eternal and nothing could go wrong.

“Are you okay?” Elain asked from where she was unpacking boxes of glasses. Both Nesta and Elain had come to help her out on their days off, and Feyre was eternally grateful. Both of her sisters had their own businesses to run and most of their time was devoted to maintaining the success they had found. Nesta owned a bookstore a few doors down and on the other side of the road. It was the first Archeron business to open and soon another Evening With Words location would appear on the other side of town.

Elain had a bakery directly across from the bookstore called Floral Desserts. The theme of the bakery was that everything was decorated with flowers and her sister had found beautiful and creative ways to make that work. Due to the uniqueness of her craft the business was increasingly popular over the summer during the wedding season, which they were in the midst of currently.

“I’m fine just missed the box at my feet,” Feyre answered her sister. With that she went back to unloading to copious amounts of beer, liquor, and wine she had ordered to supply her bar. Nesta carried thrings to the back storage room as Feyre filled up the shelves and storage cabinets behind the bar.

Everything was coming together and there was a buzz in the air as she anticipated the opening in a few short days. For years she had dreamed of having her own place, of having some accomplishment to call her own, and here it was. Feyre couldn’t help but smile for the millionth time that day at the joy of finally doing something she wanted. After the years of helping her father pay the bills, barely passing high school with the right grades. After being forced into going to college for two years, then dropping out and being considered a disappointment. She felt happy, truly happy. It was a wondrous feeling.

“You smile anymore and you’ll be stuck like that,” Nesta said as she came out of the back storage. She had a broom and dustpan in one hand and was rolling a garbage can in the other.

“As opposed to a permanent frown like yours?” Feyre teased with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her oldest sister had always been especially hard on her. She would get on her for staying up all night and falling asleep in class, though it was because she was too busy keeping their family under a roof during the day. Nesta didn’t talk to her for months after she left college, saying that she was tarnishing their mother’s memory. Eventually they found common ground after their experiences with their exes came to light.

“You aren’t starting a fight are you?” Elain asked coming over to join her sisters. She dumped an arm full of tape from opening boxes into the waiting trashcan before looking between her younger and older sister. As the middle child she was the barrier between the two hot headed women. Though she wasn’t always happy being the voice of reason it was worth it in the end to keep her family together. Even more so now that their father had passed away a few short months ago.

“Don’t worry Lainey we’re just teasing,” Feyre said as she wrapped an arm around her sister’s shoulders, hugging her close. All three of them turned to take in the space, from the long bar at the center of the floor, to the booths placed along the walls of the building, and the wide open dance floor all around them. It was a quirky layout but it was everything Feyre had ever imagined.

“I hope you're not regretting this decision because I don’t think there’s any going back now,” Nesta said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Despite the tough love in her words Feyre could sense that her sister was proud of her. Knowing it and feeling it are two different things and Feyre smiled again as she felt it.

“Nope,” Feyre said as she released her sister and turned to grab her stuff behind the bar. “In fact I think it’s time to get some food and celebrate.”

“Anyone else in the mood for chinese?” Elain asked as the three Archeron sisters walked out of the bar. Feyre turned to lock it up as her sisters discussed food options.

“I think that sounds perfect,” she said grabbing both her sister’s hands and heading down the street to order chinese at their favorite restaurant. The whole way Feyre found herself unable to stop smiling.

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“Come on Cassian we’re getting impatient!”

“We? I think it’s just you Rhysand!” It was true Azriel was perfectly content waiting another hour for their brother, but Rhys wanted to get out of this apartment. He wanted to go out and get a little drunk and maybe find a girl to take home later. None of that was going to happen though if Cassian didn’t hurry up and get his ass out of his room.

“How long does it take to pick out a shirt that will end up ruined anyways?” Rhys called back. His brother had a habit of being a messy drunk, meaning the alcohol ended up all over him but somehow he still managed a hangover the next morning.

“Who says I’m looking for a shirt!” Cassian called back. This time both Rhys and Azriel rolled their eyes at their brother. For some unknown reason Cassian had always decided to act like a girl before going out, meaning he took a whole century to get his hair right before getting dressed in five minutes.

“Just put it in a bun if you don’t know what to do. That’s what you do most days anyways,” Azriel pointed out as he typed on his phone. For the past few days Rhys had noticed he was doing that more often, getting sucked in by his phone.

“When we get there I’m ripping that phone out of your hands, skin and all,” Rhys said to his brother just before they finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Both of their heads turned as Cassian entered the living room they had been waiting in for the last half hour. He had on an old pair of ripped jeans he always but on after a day at the office. His shirt was gray with a list of characters from The Office listed. The outfit was completed with a pair of boots he wore everywhere and would to his job if he didn’t work at a corporate office. Cassian had chosen to keep his hair down, the dark waves falling to his shoulders, and a grin plastered on his face.

“You ever going to tell us who the girl is?” he asked Azriel with a teasing smirk.

“Yeah,” his brother answered standing up and smoothing out his black shirt. “The day you stop taking as long as my sister to get dressed.” Azriel sent the same teasing smirk back to Cassian but his was more so done in satisfaction.

“I hate you,” Cassian said as he glared at the back of his brother’s head.

“No you don’t,” Az responded as he led the trio out of the apartment and onto the busy streets of Velaris. The city was always crowded and bustling with people but the night life changed the tone. Now instead of hustling and stressed pedestrians trying to get from one place to the other, it was happy and joyful. These were the people that lived and breathed the city of starlight, the people Rhys had grown up loving all his life.

Being the son of the former mayor was not easy, most of the time Rhys hated it in fact. Then he started going to charity events with his mother, helping people and he saw why his father remained in office for so long. Despite not being the best father he was an amazing mayor to the citizens of his city. Most people expected Rhys to take up the mantle after his father passed, but he went the route his mother had led him on. He started his non-profit charity where he made millions every year for five different programs and issues he was passionate about. Rhys lived off the money in his trust fund thanks to the long legacy of his family and remained CEO of hotel business that was passed down by his father’s family. These days however, his sister, Kingsley, ran the business while Rhys assisted when she asked for it.

Cassian actually worked for the business, overseeing the construction of new locations around the world. In a few weeks he would be travelling to Scotland to begin work on their first bed & breakfast which seemed like a popular trend in Europe. Azriel on the other hand was Rhys’s right hand man at the non-profit while also working out of the family owned garage he was raised in.

“What is this place called again?” Azriel asked as they round the corner of their street. Earlier that week Rhys had heard from an employee about a new bar opening up tonight. It was already getting a lot of buzz and had only just opened an hour ago.

“Stars Eternal,” Rhys said having remembered the name because of its uniqueness.

“Whoever the owner is must really like Velaris,” Cassian commented as they followed Az. Rhys chuckled at the comment having thought the same thing the first time he heard the name.

“That only makes it better,” Rhys told his brother. A couple more blocks and the trio were met with a line of people waiting to get into the bar. He took in the sight, a flashing violet sign with the name, a neon sign reading “it’s 5 o’clock somewhere”, and bright red double doors held open by two bodyguards checking IDs. The color didn’t match the black painted brick building, either of the neon signs, or what Rhys could see of the inside. Yet it matched it perfectly.

“Think we’ll be getting in tonight?” Azriel asked as he took in the line of people that kept growing.

“Of course we are,” Rhys said as he laid an arm over each of his brother’s shoulders. “You’re with me.” That being said he dragged the two up to the entrance, a resting satisfied smirk on his lips.

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Nesta was in a corner booth with Elain as they watched their younger sister work. Feyre was flawless in her movements, as if she hadn’t just opened the bar not even two hours ago. She felt a mix of emotions as she watched, the first being proud. She knew Feyre had wanted something to call her own all her life and now she had it. Despite that overwhelming feeling Nesta also felt worried. She didn’t want her sister’s dream to crash and burn though based on the crowd it seems like that wouldn’t be happening for a while. That worry led to fear of what Feyre would do if her business failed. She would always have a place with Elain and herself if need be, but her younger sister had never spoke of a back up plan to this bar.

“Stop thinking so much you’ll make those frowns more permanent,” Elain said breaking Nesta out of her trance. She looked over to her younger sister who had her own expression of worry on her face. She knew Elain and Feyre both believed she thought too much, but Nesta couldn’t help how her brain was wired.

“I’ll always worry about both of you,” Nesta said looking at her sister, straight into those brown eyes. “That’s my job,” she turned back to watch Feyre, who was currently mixing a drink and talking to a customer.

“She won’t fail you know,” Elain said knowing that was exactly what was on her sister’s mind. “She’s an Archeron and not likely to give up even when she hits a roadblock.” Nesta knew that was true, hell she had hit her own bumps in the road and overcame them.

“Doesn’t make me worry less,” Nesta said. She stood up to go to the bathroom before Elain could see another word, which she knew she would based on how her lips started to part. She sighed as she watched Nesta go, wishing there was something or someone in Nesta’s life that would break down the walls her sisters never could.

She was heading for the back exit when someone bumped into her, someone with a fresh drink based off the sticky liquid that was flowing down her shirt. Nesta gasped at the contact while the other person swore under their breath.

“Shit I’m sorry,” a deep voice said before setting the rest of his drink on a nearby table. Her blouse would be stained if she didn’t get home soon to clean it. Feyre had warned her against wearing it but Nesta had wanted to prove nothing would happen to it. She should’ve listened to her sister.

“It’s fine,” she said stopping the man from reaching out with paper towels she hadn’t even seen him get. Looking up she met a pair of hazel eyes belonging to a tan and fit man. His hair was down to his shoulder in black waves, that looked blue when the light hit him right. His shirt had a cast of characters she didn’t recognize listed and his jeans were adorned with holes, the hem tucked into an old and worn pair of boots.

“I really am sorry. Someone knocked my shoulder and I lost my balance,” he said for all the world sounding like he had just run over her cat.

“Seriously it’s fine I might be able to get the stain out,” Nesta explained as she took the paper towels from his still outstretched hands. Those hands were big she noticed as they rested against his sides, so large they would swallow her frail ones. She had a feeling they were covered in calluses, he looked like a man that wouldn’t mind living off the land. If a zombie apocalypse ever came she would want to be at this stranger’s side.

“I’m Cassian,” he introduced after a beat or two of silence. He stuck out a large hand again for her to shake, and just as Nesta had suspected it swallowed her own.

“Nesta,” She didn’t know why she was still standing her talking to him. It was something she never did, talk to strangers. She hated repeating introductions, it was something Elain enjoyed though Nesta never puzzled out why. Despite her distaste for new people she felt a pull to him, and a weight in her shoes keeping her in front of him, and some unknown confidence forcing her to keep a conversation.

“Well Nesta sorry about the spill,” he gestured to the front of her blouse. “I can let you borrow my jacket if you plan on staying longer.” Nesta wasn’t planning on staying longer, in fact she was about to leave before his drink found her skin.

“That would be great. I’d hate to run out on my sister during her grand opening.” She was rambling, Nesta never rambled. Something had possessed her, a demon who found pleasure in making her talk to Cassian. The same Cassian that was now taking the leather jacket off his back and resting it on her shoulders. She slipped her arms into the sleeves being overcome by warmth and a woodsy outdoor scent that matched this man perfectly.

“Your sister is the owner?” He asked sounding surprised. Nesta hoped it wasn’t at the fact a woman was operating this bar, it would ruin him completely and she didn’t want that.

“That’s surprising?” Nesta asked giving him a look that said he better be honest with her or he might lose a body part.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be related to the bartender,” Cassian said pointing over his shoulder in the direction of where Feyre was standing. She looked over her shoulder and found her sister chatting the ear off of the same customer Nesta had seen her talking to before she left Elain alone.

“Most people don’t until they see our eyes,” she answered, thinking of how the blue-grey coloring was her last connection to both her mother and little sister.

“Can’t really tell with the lack of lighting,” Cassian answered waving his hand up at the ceiling where there was a limited number in lights.

“It is a bar, what else would you expect?” Nesta found herself teasing him, another thing she rarely did even with her sisters. Cassian chuckled, and it was a deep sound she never thought she could want to hear again.

“Very true,” he smiled at her and Nesta smiled back.

“I should go before my shirt is permanently stuck to my body.”

“Yeah you probably are getting uncomfortable.”

“I do have beer all over my chest and it’s not for pleasure.” Nesta didn’t know why she made the comment but it was too late to take it back now. Cassian’s eyes lit up with mischief though she doubted he would make a move unless he knew she truly wanted that.

“You’re into that kind of stuff?” he sounded intrigued by the idea rather than appalled. Nesta’s nippled hardened within her bra, the place between her legs tingling.

“You’ll never know,” she shrugged with a teasing smile. Nesta wanted him to know. She wanted to drag Cassian out of this bar and to her apartment where he could lick the beer off her body, and then other things too.

“Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to say that to a guy?” he teased back and she actually laughed, laughed. She hadn’t done that freely in she didn’t even know how long anymore.

“Who said I didn’t like playing hard to get too.” she was on a roll but it was time to wind it all down and go home so she could strip out of her clothes herself. Though Nesta had a feeling she would imagine her hands as his when she did so. “I’m going to say goodbye to my sisters and then head out.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Cassian offered. He wasn’t ready to leave her side almost as much as Nesta wasn’t ready to leave his. She should say no but she knew that wasn’t on the menu for the night.

“Wait here I shouldn’t be long.” He nodded and she headed to the booth where she had left Elain. She was talking to some guy with long red hair, smiling happily. Nesta had never seen the guy before and was immediately put on edge as she approached the duo.

“Nesta, you’re back!” Elain said as she smiled up at her older sister. “Where’d you get the jacket?” she frowned as she noticed the new piece of clothing Nesta had acquired.

“Doesn’t matter,” she shrugged the question off and her sister seemed to accept it by the way her shoulders dropped. “I just had a drink spilled on me but it’s no big deal. Anyway I’m headed home so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Elain nodded. “Good night Nesta,” she added as her sister began to turn away. Nesta looked back to return the sentiment but Elain had already turned back to the man next to her. She could only hope the night continued to go well for her.

“Feyre!” Nesta shouted to the new bartender pulling her away from the man she had been talking to most of the night. Nesta looked at him as his gaze turned to her. His eyes were violet, almost matching the color of the building’s sign. His hair had a blur or purple tint to it, but was pure darkness besides that. His skin was the same tone as Cassian’s, maybe slightly lighter but Nesta couldn’t tell in the dark.

“What’s up,” her sister said as she came to the side of the bar Nesta stood at. She was washing a glass with a wet rag. She watched Feyre for a moment before shaking her head and meeting the eyes that matched her own.

“I’m heading out,” she said pointing to the back door where she noticed Cassian stood by still waiting for her. “The hulking body over there spilled his drink on me and now wants to walk me home as an apology.” For some reason Nesta felt more comfortable sharing this with Feyre rather than Elain, maybe because she knew her youngest sister was more experienced with men than the other.

“That also where you got the jacket?” Feyre asked looking from Cassian to her sister with a smirk on her face. She wiggled her eyebrows at Nesta as she set the glass back on a shelf at her feet.

“Yes,” Nesta didn’t see the point in hiding that fact after she had shared everything else with her sister. Feyre smiled brighter, a smile Nesta had never seen directed at her, especially coming from her youngest sister.

“Well good for you sis.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” the male towards the end of the bar chuckled drawing both the Archeron’s attention to him.

“Might want to tell my brother that,” he pointed to Cassian. “I think I can see his boner from here.” He took a sip of his drink with a smile that was really more of a suggestive smirk.

“He’s your brother?” Nesta asked incredulously. “You look nothing alike.”

“Not by blood,” the new stranger explained. “We grew up together along with another one of my friends who seems to have disappeared on me again.” The man turned on his stool looking around the bar, or what he could see of it at least. “Anyone seen a dashing fellow with his face glued to his phone?”

“‘Dashing fellow’?” Feyre questioned using air quotation marks as she said the phrase.

“I’ve been watching a lot of period dramas in my spare time,” he sighed as he turned back to the bar, taking another drink.

“Try reading them when you’re done,” Nesta told him.

“I’ll get a personal list from you.”

“Nesta,” she told him without a second thought. He gave her a quizzical look in response not yet understanding her meaning. “If I’m going to be giving you book recommendations in the future you should know my name.”

“In that case I’m Rhysand, Rhys for short.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake. She noticed his hand didn’t swallow hers as much as Cassian’s had and she kind of hated that it didn’t.

“I should get going,” Nesta said as she pulled her hand back. “The beer is really starting to stick and I’m beyond uncomfortable,” both Feyre and Rhys laughed at that. “Nice to meet you Rhys. Good night Feyre.”

“Try not to wake up your neighbors!” Feyre called out as she walked away. Without turning back Nesta flipped her sister off causing an uproar of laughter from both Feyre and Rhys. she shook her head as she headed for the back door where Cassian waited.

“Ready?” Cassian asked holding an arm out for her. She took and they began their journey without another word.

“I met your brother,” Nesta said as their feet met the sidewalk and the door to the bar closed behind them. “Rhys.”

“I’m sorry about that too,” she laughed at the joke smiling at him.

“Can I tell you something?” Nesta asked as her laughter died down.

“Sure.”

“I’m not usually comfortable with strangers,” she began. “Yet for some reason with you I am. It’s like I met you before.”

“You could have,” Cassian shrugged after a moment. “In another life that is.”

“You believe in that?”

“You don’t?”

“I suppose you might have a point.” Nesta smiled up at him and Cassian smiled down at her. The smiles didn’t disappear the whole way to here apartment, nor when they said good night and he headed home alone. They didn’t fade as both of them wrapped up in their beds and fell into a peaceful slumber.

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dreamjukebox · 4 years

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One of my favorite experiences as a record store owner was when a new regular, Jordon, told me he wanted to get into David Bowie and asked me which album I suggested he start with. FYI: Jordon is 23 yrs old, so it’s not that surprising that he wasn’t well versed in Bowie’s music. I mean, I didn’t get deeply entrenched in it until the last decade or so, so as much as I want to judge younger people who don’t know the classics, I try not to.

I had a few Bowie reissues in stock at the time; Hunky Dory, The Rise & Fall of Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars, and Station to Station. I recommended my first Bowie album, the one who made me first fall in love with his music: Ziggy Stardust. I bought it on CD with the spending cash my mom had given me when I flew to Chicago to visit extended family one summer in middle school. I have a lot of really positive memories from freshman and sophomore year listening to it, reading the liner notes, memorizing the lyrics...

Jordon wasn’t sure. So I described each of the three albums as succinctly as I could. Hunky Dory was a little more folky, like his earlier albums, but it’s where his artistic voice really coalesced into what we would know as David Bowie from that point forward. Ziggy Stardust is simply a perfect rock n roll album. It has laid back tracks to be sure, but it’s a full departure from Bowie’s earlier folk roots. It’s also very accessible. Station to Station was a bit harder to describe. My immediate feelings about it are that it’s a little higher concept, but that doesn’t really ring true. The songs on their own are fabulous and easy to listen to, but I guess the overall feeling of the album really speaks to where he was while making it. He was coming close to the end of a period where he was doing a massive amount of drugs and deeply entrenched in occult study. In a lot of ways it’s a transitional album from the end of glam rock into the Berlin Trilogy and into the more pop/dance music he would make in the 80′s. (I often forget that Young Americans falls between Diamond Dogs & Station To Station because I see such a straight line from Diamond Dogs to Station to Station to the Berlin Trilogy. My brain always wants to slide Young Americans a few notches later in his discography.)

Jordon ended up going with Hunky Dory. He came back about two weeks later and reported LOVING the album. I did a tiny herkie jump in excitement! He asked me what he should get next. I only had the two reissues in stock now. I suggested Ziggy Stardust again naturally. I didn’t think he was ready for Station to Station after only listening to Hunky Dory. No way.

The rebellious little shit went with Station to Station. About two weeks later he was back (he came in nearly every two weeks for a while, bless him), and admitted I was probably right and although he liked it, it was probably a bit dark for him at that point. Jordon finally bought Ziggy Stardust that week.

This is when Jordon became like a brother to me. He first came into the store on the recommendation of my actual younger brother Matthew, whom he had worked with. Jordon and I became fast friends and since I saw him much more frequently than my actual brother, and TBH, a little bit to guilt Matthew for never hanging out with me, I started calling him my “new brother”.

When I bought a selection of vintage Bowie albums, which didn’t happen a lot (people are just holding on to them more since he passed away), I thought I should suggest Jordon pick up something vintage for his collection. Of the albums I had got in, I was going to suggest Space Oddity or Man Who Sold The World, but both sold super fast. What was left was an 80′s reissue of his self-titled first album (not that great imo), David Live and Images, a compilation. I didn’t think any of them were up Jordon’s alley.

The same seller came in and sold me some more from his collection over the next several months and I finally got something to suggest to Jordon. I was going to recommend Aladdin Sane just because the cover is iconic and I thought he’d like to have it in his collection, especially an original 70′s copy. But again, it sold super fast. Of what was left, Diamond Dogs was the natural next choice. Plus, in my opinion, it’s a superior album to Aladdin Sane. I DM’d Jordon to let him know and he had me hold Diamond Dogs for him until the next morning. When he came in, I told him if he liked Ziggy Stardust, he would like Diamond Dogs. It’s a great glam rock album like Ziggy, but it’s a little darker, a little sleazier. He bought it immediately and later text me that it was now in the running for his favorite Bowie album. That may have made me the happiest. Diamond Dogs is currently my favorite Bowie album (along with Station to Station). And I was really excited to have helped him get some vintage Bowie as such a new collector (I sold him his very first record & turntable on his first visit nearly a year prior). I was lucky to have picked up almost all my David Bowie records at a local used bookstore around 2009/2010 for less than $10 each. Vinyl was coming back but it was still a buyer’s market back then. Really good records could still be found all over the place for good prices. And of course since 2016, it’s been nearly impossible to find any of his stuff second hand in the wild, especially his 70′s albums, in my experience at least. You could maybe find a shabby copy of Let’s Dance if you were lucky.

Coincidentally, Let’s Dance is the last album I ever sold Jordon. My store closed last month, and a few days prior, an older man dropped off a box of vintage records - a donation - including a whole bunch of Davie Bowie LPs. When I asked if he was sure for the hundredth time (there was also a lot of Rolling Stones and Prince in there too, people just don’t give that stuff away), he told me “They were my ex-wife’s. I don’t give a shit what’s in there. They’re yours.” There were probably at least 30 records in that box, and only maybe 3 of them were stinkers (easy listening/classical stuff that no one wants). Every album we pulled out was accompanied by a gasp. They were a little dirty, but cleaned up really well. All of them were in VG to VG+ condition. With the shop closure eminent, I decided to hold on to a few of the ones missing from my collection. I deserved to walk away with something I figured. I ended up keeping Low, Scary Monsters, and Lodger, along with Around The World In a Day by Prince. I was happy to keep Let’s Dance if it didn’t sell by the last day.

Jordon, the rebellious little shit that he is, came in the afternoon of our last day and bought Let’s Dance. I was happy to see it go into his collection rather than mine.

Around Christmas, Jordon text me a picture of his Secret Santa gift at work:

Music is one of the best things we do as humans, and it is certainly something that is incredibly important to me and always has been. When you have such a deep attachment to music, a passion for sharing it comes naturally I believe. I’m passionate about a whole lot of things, and I can get a little over eager when I share those things with other people. I’ve become quite accustomed to people ignoring my suggestions. So when someone actually listens to something I’ve told them about, almost nothing makes me happier.

Meeting this kid and introducing him to David Bowie’s music and his coming to love it so much that it’s known around his office was definitely one of my favorite experiences from the last 15 months.

#text post #personal #input #david bowie

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[ colin o’donoghue, thirty-four, cis-male, he/him] ━ hey, I just saw [ jack connolly ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ four years ], and you can catch them around town working as a [ surgeon ]. I hear they’re known to be [ orderly & generous ] and [ cantankerous & tactlesst ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ elbow patches, old books, scotch on the rocks ].

Okay so it has been A WHILE since I’ve done one of these, so bear with me and I will do my best. Some bullet points of what Jack comes from;

- Jack comes from a wealthy Irish family. His parents were never particularly close to him or his brother, but neither were they cruel. They could have been, especially considering the amount of trouble him and his younger brother got themselves into on a regular basis.

- From the very beginning, Jack was his brother’s keeper. He was the one in charge of James, the one told to keep him out of trouble, which was no easy feat when it came to James. As children, things were usually harmless pranks, getting into things they shouldn’t have. It was high school when the stakes began to rise.

- Jack and James were as different as could be. Jack, the studious rule followers, James just as determined to break any rules. And yet, they were inseparable. Best friends. Jack followed wherever James went, followed James’ irresistible charm and the responsibility he’d always felt towards his brother. It got them into bigger and bigger trouble as James’ antics took darker turns, falling in with the wrong crowd.

- Things took a bad turn when Jack chose to go to a university. James took it as a personal affront, as Jack abandoning him. He’d struck up friendship with people in a questionable political group and thought that Jack would follow him, as always. Jack did not.

- This was the beginning of the end. Their relationship became significantly more strained, though not for lack of trying on Jack’s part. He did what he could to convince James they were just growing up, taking different paths. It was Jack’s graduation when things came to a head.

- Jack still isn’t sure what the fight was really about. James was asking for money, something about getting in over his head and needing help. When Jack refused, things got heated. The fight turned physical and at the end of it, Jack felt he only had one option. He left.

- Taking up his residency in a town on the opposite side of Ireland, Jack worked on finding out who he was apart from his family, apart from James. He fell into routine and found some peace in his life for once. It was a good several years and he intended to live out the rest of his life there.

- Of course, James found him again. It wasn’t intentional, just a messy coincidence that ended in another fight and left Jack with the resolve that it was time to leave Ireland entirely. He never cared for conflict and there would be no placating James at this point. So he left. Leaving Europe behind entirely, he turned to America and found a hospital offering him a job.

- Feeling old beyond his years and more tired than he should have for a mere thirty years, Jack started a new chapter of his life in a new place. It didn’t take long to earn a reputation as skilled surgeon, albeit a difficult one. Still, he found a cottage on the outskirts of town and has carved himself out a very comfortable rut.

Personality:

Jack is an incredibly grumpy man who acts thirty years older than he already is. He doesn’t care for social things, drinks too much and is tired all the time. That being said, he’s also generous to a fault and still has very old, proper manners ingrained in him from being raised in a high society life. He prefers simple things and can spend hours at the bookstore going through old books and reading. Undoubtedly, he will come off as rude and abrasive, but he will never follow through with a single one of his threats and will bluster if you compliment him on anything.

Possible connections:

Someone he met at the hospital? Could be a coworker or a patient! Really open for opportunity.

Drinking buddy, he spends a lot of time in a very particular stool at his favorite bar.

Reading buddy? They sit silently and read together at the bookstore/library.

Overseas person? Could be a tourist, or they could have lived in Ireland for a while and known him in college or met him and James at some point.

Literally any random person he ran into and was rude to and now they hate him.

#crownsvilleintro #welp finally got this done #it's been a while but hopefully this works #hmu if you wanna plot?

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Starlight - B.B (2/6)

Summary: Mysterious, but life changing things always happen if you just let life take its course – you decided to try it for once. (Modern AU!Reader/Bucky Barnes).

Prompt: Emily Dickinson: XXI

Masterlist

Part 1

A/N: This is for @abovethesmokestacks ‘s Summer Writing Challenge.

Feedback is always welcomed.

Steve and Bucky are sitting not to far away from his apartment building in a diner that they have been visiting since they were kids, but it’s not the same -- it has never been the same since Bucky came back. However, it isn’t about that today. For one, Bucky keeps talking about a young woman he had meet in the little stargazing meetings he liked to go to when he was having a good day. Steve couldn’t help but grin behind his coffee cup as his old friend went on over someone so excited about the stars just as him.

“That’s great, Buck,” Steve nods, while taking a bit of his breakfast, “Think you’ll see her again?”

“Maybe, I’m not sure,” Bucky shrugs before taking a sip of his coffee, as he tries to forget those bright eyes and a cheeky smile for what actually he came to talk with Steve about, as he pushes the documents he brought over to the blonde’s side of the table.

For now, Steve moves from teasing Bucky about this mysterious office worker to looking through all the documents that Bucky was showing him -- of an extended trip, a stargazing one. He wrings his hands together in anxiety as Steve’s blue eyes flicker from him to the pamphlets.

“Buck, if ya really wanna do this, I’m all for it,” Steve grins, as Bucky lets out a shaky laugh of relief. Bucky had worked hard towards his recovery since coming back from his tours. It had been a long road of all forms of therapy and trying to gain some semblance of what he once had -- sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. There are things he clung to --old movies, journaling, astrology-- and while it wasn’t always the best, he was getting there each day. He wanted to do something in order to celebrate, map it out and document it in his own way.

Star Gazing Journey.

That’s what he had planned.

“Just make sure to send a postcard, punk,” Steve smiles, tight but caring because Bucky knows that deep down Steve worries too much, but he can’t cage up a grown man, especially when he’s trying to do something he loves.

“You know I will, jerk,” Bucky laughs, easy and carefree for once.

You go to small bookstore the next day, trying your hardest to gain all the knowledge that had been denied to you when you were younger. So, you can find something to talk about with the mysterious star man you met instead of just having him do all the talking, which he seemed to struggled with at times. All the books are soon filled with notes as you take to writing about all your favorite stories in a small notebook. Your heart is filled with stars and at times you dream about sparkling blues as well.

You’re running on coffee and excitement when the 2nd April meeting comes around in Inwood Park.

“Good luck,” Wanda, your cubicle buddy, smiles as you grab your bag and begin to head out. While, you weren’t completely close, she had seen the rapid change of your cubicle from being completely empty to filled with little sky trinkets and glancing over at what you read during lunch.

“Thank you,” you smile brightly, which catches her off guard for a moment since you were usually so demure, before heading out. She can’t help but smile to herself a little as well.

You don’t see Bucky the 2nd time you go to Inwood Park, after a whole night spent talking about the stars and what exactly they are made of alongside the stories that have caught your attention -- you had wanted to show how much you had learned in such a short amount of time. He had pointed them out and you would excitedly recall a story you could barely remembered -- you didn’t get that this time around.

They tell you that people come and go all the time and while you try to push forward and go a 3rd time in the beginning of May, but it just isn’t the same -- maybe, one person was enough to connect you to the stars again because you found yourself looking up books and articles whenever you had the time. However, without him there, it wasn’t enough, but without any means of contacting him, of never knowing who “Bucky” really is, you try your hardest to move forward with what little he left you. Then, it hits you -- those dark city tours that Mr. Kent always talked about. You didn’t have to take the whole trip, just areas that interested you and you had enough compt time to move around here and there.

“Yes, that’s what I’ll do,” you grin, tapping the pamphlet lightly before letting go of Inwood Park, though it has left quite the impression on you already.

Clayton State Park, NM

Bucky had been on an adventure since leaving New York, traveling down the East Coast, hitting all the places along the way that had a good view of the stars, even getting a tour of the Kennedy Space Center when he was down in Florida. However, what he had enjoyed the most so far was watching the clear night sky as he traveled through the wide open space that was the center of the United States. All the light population in New York hadn’t prepared him for this and he was too preoccupied during his tours (along with the constant bombings and just trying to stay alive and fight back) to look at the sky above for a moment, so this...this was something else, and he loved it.

“All right, people this will be our stop for the night,” the tour guide explains as the bus comes to a stop near the state park’s central campsite. While, Bucky was used to traveling alone, it was easier for him in many ways, he had taken Greyhound through Texas and stopped to take a star guide tour into New Mexico, the Clayton State Park was their most recent stop, though he kept to himself most of the time.

“We’ll be meeting with the 2nd half of our tour group and set up for the night,” the tour guide keeps explaining, as the rest of the group starts exiting the bus. Since Bucky is all the way in the back, he glances out the window for a moment, watching all the other members of their party coming out from a 2nd bus and he swears his heart stops when he sees a familiar face.

“It’s can’t be,” Bucky murmurs to himself, as he gets up and finally makes his way out of the bus. However, once he gets off, he stops unsure of what to do next as he watches her talk to the tour guide with an excited smile, before going to talk to two other people. Her face scrunched up as she laughs at a comment that the redhead next to her made, which causes Bucky turn away and rub the back of his neck.

“One, two,” Bucky calms himself down before he’ll do anything he might regret later, because just because she was here didn’t mean anything might be connected to him. Maybe, she had just come to enjoy the stargazing or needed a long trip out of the city -- Bucky was sure he didn’t make an impression on her or anything.

With that thought, Bucky sighs and heads towards where his own tent area is suppose to be, to gaze up at his constant companions for awhile and not keep staring at the woman that seems as captivating as them.

Your 3-day, 2-night journey into Clayton State Park had been quite the dozy since you had almost missed your flight, had no sleep whatsoever, but meet a cute newlywed couple by the name of Natasha and Clint doing the cross country road trip for their honeymoon. Now, you were spending your morning going through the dinosaur tracks that were prevalent all over the park, as the couple had taken the other route to swim and near the dam. You smile at the thought of them, while glancing at the other members of your party -- families and couples sharing in the experience together (by taking pictures or just talking) and while you didn’t feel lonely, being with someone else would be a nice thought.

And maybe, your grandmother was right about the universe hearing your thoughts when need be, as you nearly trip on a branch only for a strong arm to encircle itself across your lower back and a solid body to mold into yours, as you look to meet burning blues.

“Ah, sorry,” your words die out for a moment, as the man ( that man ) gives you a sheepish smile before letting go of you, “Bucky? What are you doing here?”

“I could be asking you the same question, doll,” he shrugs, as you try not to show that you miss his warmth. He runs a hand through his hair, but instead of moving away from him (like he thought you would) you just end up closer, arm brushing against arm in the early summer heat.

“They started promoting these Star Tours back home,” you explain as he looks straight ahead trying his hardest not to memorize the giggle, carefree and easygoing, that leaves your lips at the end, “I just felt like I had to go, ya know?”

And deep down in his bones, underneath the pain and remorse, Bucky knows that feeling all too well.

“Yeah,” he lets out, as you look at him expectantly waiting for some type of explanation as why you hadn’t seen again, “I’ve traveling for awhile now too.”

“Oh really?” you grin, as you spend the rest of the morning and early afternoon talking to the man about his travels and all he had seen so far, alongside dinosaur facts he seems to bring up here and there, while you add in the little stories you have read up on and there isn’t a moment where the talk seems to halt awkwardly between the two of you -- just like you had wanted all those months back.

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to save your Big Bear stories for later tonight,” Bucky laughs, as you reach the camping site with the rest of the group. You nod and smile, as he had mention that the Star Point Observatory had the greatest view of the constellation this time of year. You wave at him before going to your side of the camping ground with a big goofy smile.

“Oh, I know that look,” Natasha, wearing jeans shorts and tank top, smiles as she sees you come up ahead. You stop at her statement, giving her a questioning look.

“What do you mean?” you ask, as her smile gets bigger as her new husband comes from behind and gives her a quick peck on her cheek.

“That’s the same look Clint had when we meet,” she laughs, as you lose the ability to speak for a moment before heading into your tent without another word. Natasha laughing, as the blond shakes his head.

The walk from the campsite to the small blue metal building that houses the telescope isn’t hard, but it is better to do it before it gets too dark as you and most of the tour go down the beaten path. Natasha and Clint are snuggled together in a blanket not too far from you, while you work a simple bomber jacket with two shirts underneath for the cooler night weather. A book and journal in hand, though you were unsure where Bucky was since the afternoon, which made you frown a little.

“I heard there’s a star party tonight,” someone explains behind you, as you turn around to Bucky giving you a small smile. A heavy jacket and flannel shirt are his chosen attire for tonight, and it reminds you of ---

“Like back at the park,” you smile, clearly catching the meaning of his words. He comes up closer to you, a small polaroid camera around his neck. The two of you walk in silence for awhile, simply taking in the night sky and endless plains of grass. You take a deep breath of the fresh air and wonder if this is what your grandmother meant -- to be one with the world around you, and listen to what it is trying to tell you.

Eventually you do end up the observatory, but with only one telescope it will be a awhile before you have a go at it. So, you end up staring at the dark blue sky, as this man who you have only meet twice tells you all he can about the two Dippers in a trip you took on in the last minute, you can’t help but smile -- you’re trying your best, and maybe the universe is helping out in its own way.

“That one’s Regulus,” he points out to a star sort of below the North Star that makes up the handle the Big Dipper, you nod as he smiles seeing those wide eyes talking in all the information he has to offer.

“The mighty king,” you explain, as he catches the meaning. You stand there for a long while, waiting for your turn with the telescope as people cheer and talk around you, but to you it’s calming compared to the endless sounds and light of back home. You look to see Bucky staring at the endless dark canopy above, and in that moment you wish you had brought a camera like he had -- to keep this moment living when he wasn’t there anymore, but you were okay with this for now.

“Excuse me, could you take out picture,” Bucky questions, somehow answering your prayers as a certain blond comes in and gives you a smile, more subtle than his wife but still loving to tease you. Blue eyes look at you with a silent question and you nod and outstretch your arm so he can take it. Lightly wrapped together you smile at the camera, one and then twice.

The moment passes, but you stay with Bucky for the rest of the night until you have to walk back and gather your things to head back home, while he keeps heading on with his journey -- still a stranger, but closer to your heart than before. He waits to when it’s too close to departure to hand you the 2nd photo, the North Star shining brightly in the background-- with a soft touch of his hand on your knuckles.

“Keep it,” is all he says with a soft smile and red cheeks, as your heart thumps a little faster than usual. He lets you hug him before you head inside to the bus. His warmth doesn’t leave your for hours, as you keep the small picture of you and him tucked safely in your journal and his is taped to his little notebook.

On the way home, you wonder what the stars are trying to do to you, though you aren’t as apprehensive as you were before, especially if it meant seeing Bucky again.

Part 3

#piassummermadnesschallenge #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes traveling au #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes fanfic #series: starlight #fabiola trying to write

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rosalynbair · 6 years

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Nerd Kylo Ren Headcanons

AO3 | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: Kylo’s a nerd

Warnings: None

A/N: This came up in the group chat so whaddup bbs @damndriver @galaxygarbage @your-mom-kylo ((has this been done before??))

Kylo isn’t exactly the nerdiest of nerds. He’s not a geek (he’s horrible at math and Leia once sent him to math camp because he was failing so hard in school) He just really likes nerd content.

Math camp in itself was a horrible experience for him so please don’t ever ask about it (even if you see the cute little photo in the Solo’s living room of Kylo in his bright orange I Survived Math Camp t-shirt)

Kylo originally finds solace in comic books when he was only eight. He had a lisp as a child and hated speaking to people because they would always comment on it or make him repeat everything that he had said.

His lisp had made him retreat into awkward silence, refusing to speak which then showed itself through his high level of shyness.

It only gets worse when he’s prescribed glasses because he’s strained them too much from reading in the dark when he’s supposed to be sleeping.

They’re really big, square glasses at first. Until he gets into his teens and he finally replaces them with in-style rectangular ones with a black frame. Though once he graduates high school, he only uses them for emergencies since he’s discovered what contact lenses are and how to put them in.

When he’s in his tenth and eleventh grade, he’s collected a really incredible amount of vintage and original comic books, signed memorabilia (his favorite is the signed Batman poster he has above his dresser that’s signed by everyone who has played him on the big screen)

His bookshelf is lined with Funko Pops, they’re mostly superheroes, but he has a few characters from tv shows. He has a lot of them still in their boxes stacked up beside his computer desk as well.

He rides an old skateboard most of the time when he’s in high school. He gets his license at 16 and his parents buy him a second hand car, but he prefers his skateboard unless it’s raining or during the winter.

Nic wants me to let everyone know that Kylo wears VANS all the time. Every season, he’s always wearing the same type of VANS (black on black with old laces. He gets a new pair every school year.)

Kylo has trash taste in music. It’s eclectic and often includes movie scores and music that nobody has heard of. (He does have a few songs that people DO know, he’s a fan of Kendrick Lamar and a few of Drake’s songs.)

By the time Kylo is in twelfth grade, he’s completed his speech therapy so his lisp no longer exists. Though he still doesn’t like to talk to people that much.

Kylo goes to college on the East Coast for fine art and photography when he graduates. He lives in a shared dorm for the first year with a guy he actually makes friends with.

During his second year, he moves into a shitty apartment after staying at his parent’s place for the summer. He grows up a lot during that summer, he goes through a final growth spurt and he’s no longer lanky and awkward. His voice has lowered by a shit ton, and he grows his cropped hair out until it’s shaggy and Leia complains about it.

He’s not as quiet as he was when he was younger - he’s one of those kids that college does real well and when they come back to visit, you barely recognize them.

Kylo is snarky with a hilarious sense of humor. He also has a smirk that can make anyone swoon (he doesn’t know this though. He still thinks he’s still 14 and awkward)

When he goes back to school // moves into his new apartment, he takes as much as he can in his shitty little car that he’s had since he was 16 and has barely maintained.

Leia and Han end up shipping the rest of his stuff out to him so he can have everything he wants and needs for his ~aesthetic~

While he’s going to school, he ends up working at a comic book store a block away from his building. He gets a lot of shit from there on his employee discount, especially new games for his stations, or the Switch he had preordered for himself (he’s finished Breath of the Wild twice already)

This lame ass probably also streamed his playthrough on Twitch as well.

He meets you during November of second year.

Unlike Kylo, you’re not a nerd. But you do know a lot about what he likes. Which draws him towards you while you’re both in the cafe on campus.

At first, Kylo thinks you’re way out of his league. You’re pretty and have friends, you have your own study group and you tutor students when they need help.

You both end up near each other a lot, you work at the bookstore on campus to pay your rent. Kylo comes in a lot when he needs a snack, energy drink, or a new set of charcoal pencils for his class.

He doesn’t know it, but he’s really good at smooth talking you. He thinks he’s still the awkward kid with a lisp, so he thinks he’s just talking out of his ass. But he’s been late to class a few times because he’s so caught up in talking to you.

There’s one point where he’s running ridiculously late to class, and he has to stop by the bookstore to get a new notebook.

He’s also wearing his glasses in public for the first time since he’s started college.

His hair is a mess, his flannel shirt is inside out and he’s in the same shirt as the day before. He’s also wearing the wrong pair of VANS, which means they’re old and half tattered as he runs into the store.

You watch him, amused. He’s rushing to grab a spiral notebook for his lecture, his bag half open and hung over one of his shoulders.

You check him out quickly, making him take a deep breath as he pays.

It’s then that you ask him out on a date.

Kylo is an absolute mess, and doesn’t even hear your question as he yells ‘thanks!’ and runs out.

You’re embarrassed, but realize how rushed he was. And you knew he wasn’t too great with people.

Your question doesn’t even register to Kylo until he’s halfway to his class (which is on the other side of the campus)

He yells ‘Fuck’ really loud and pulls out his cracked phone from his pocket as he jogs, He searches up the bookstore number and dials it, cursing as it rings.

“College Bookstore, y/n speaking, how can I help yo-”

“Yes!” he yells, breathless as he gets into the building “Yes i’ll go on a date with you.”

“Okay.” You reply with a laugh “I have caller ID on here, so i’ll text you my number. Have a good class Kylo.”

Kylo is 25 minutes late to his class, and he’s so out of focus while he bounces his leg the entire time. Waiting for your text to come through.

He thinks you’ve forgotten until he remembers that his lecture hall doesn’t have any service. He forces himself to take notes at that point, trying to be productive until his class was over.

When he’s dismissed, he packs up quickly and rushes outside. Checking his phone every step of the way until he had full bars again. His phone lights up with a text from an unknown number.

He’s grinning as he sees the shitty DC meme you sent to him, followed by letting him know that this was in fact your number.

Kylo picks up a coffee after that, grabbing you the one you usually order and dropping it off to you at the bookstore. You thank him happily, letting yourself lean against the counter to talk to him.

You let him pick the type of date, saying that you would be done your shift in an hour, and then your class would be done at six. (he’s adjusting his glasses aggressively the entire time he talks to you, resuming the nervous habit he had as a kid.)

He picks you up from the campus in his car, the engine stuttering and the gear shift clunking loudly.

He takes you to the comic book shop, and the diner across the street from it.

That’s right. Kylo takes you to his work for your first date. (He needed to pick up something as well. So it’s like hitting two birds with one stone.)

It was originally going to be in and out, he didn’t want to bore you with the shop. But you end up staying in there for almost an hour, pointing out games you’ve played and arguing about which character and which game in the series was better. (also making fun of the people who think that Link is Zelda.)

It’s the best (and only) date he’s ever been on.

You both go out on a date once a week until you finally make it official after a couple of months. You had skipped the honeymoon/newly dating phase and had gone directly into the type of couple that has been dating for years.

No one really understands why you two are together. From the exterior, you look like opposites. But anyone who’s friends with either of you know how much you two are similar.

There could be a group conversation and you can banch off until there’s only the two of you talking about something the others don’t understand.

You always complain about his car. You hate it. You’d rather him carry you like a bride while he rides his skateboard.

There’s a particular moment where the car stalls and Kylo reassures you “Don’t worry, this happens every once in a while.”

“WE’RE ON THE HIGHWAY KYLO.”

Kylo gets a new car after that.

In his third year of college, you move in once your lease is over. You share his space, but everything has to be moved around to accommodate you and your stuff. So Kylo moves most of his stuff into the second bedroom that used to house his old roommate.

It’s like the dream nerd room. With all his memorabilia, posters, his really expensive gaming computer and a tv with all his gaming systems.

He wears his glasses whenever he’s at home. And you love it. He looks so fuckin cute when he wears them.

You really like the little indents he gets on his nose from wearing them for long periods of time.

You also pick up on his habit of adjusting them when he’s nervous, anxious, or shy. Which you find really cute. (he even attempts to do it when he’s not even wearing his glasses)

When Kylo’s with you, he feels like he’s all the superheroes he used to look up to. He loves the hell out of you.

Even after being together for a long time, he still takes you on dates to the comic store (which he ends up being the manager for in his final year) and you still get into heated arguments about games and comics.

All in all, you guys are like a dream team. Kylo still can’t get over the fact that you picked him out of all people.

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soyforramen · 5 years

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!! I saw you reblogged the winter writing prompts post too! We've been reblogging those to @riverdale-events too for those who want to participate. All the Reindeer Mini Games! How about - 08. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me - all of the yes!

Some Jarchie Meet-Cute (Feat. Kiwi Archie and Photographer!Jughead because I can)

xxxx

Jughead Jones was the furthest thing from happy as he’d been all day as he left the bookstore. According to his employee record, he’d been one of the most hardworking, diligent, timely employees they’d had. And yet he’d been the first on the chopping block to make room for an honorary position for the boss’s daughter.

Laid off at Christmas. What a damn cliche.

To say his dark and stormy thoughts were elsewhere was an understatement. His mind lingered among all the things he should have said as he walked out the door, all the things he’d have to rethink without a steady source of income. So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when he hit a patch of black ice on the pavement and felt the world fall out from under him.

He screwed his eyes shut and waited for the inevitable pain and embarrassment that came from falling flat on one’s back, the contents of his bag strewn everywhere while concerned onlookers checked to see if they needed to call someone.

Only the pavement never came up to punch him down even further than his recent firing.

Instead there was someone pulling at his jacket, keeping him from a harsh reality check. He opened his eyes to find a red-haired man holding Jughead by the arm as if he weighed no more than a tissue box. With what seemed to take no effort at all, the man pulled Jughead back to his feet.

“Careful there, hate to see you knock yourself out.”

The man had a slight accent - Australia? New Zealand maybe? - and Jughead wasn’t entirely certain that he hadn’t hit his head. After all, who went around a snow-covered city in a bright blue and gold varsity jacket, sandals, and a guitar?

“Thanks,” Jughead muttered. He straightened out his jacket, expecting that to be the end of that encounter (and in this city, it usually was), but this man seemed to have missed the memo.

“No worries. Would have hated to see you brain yourself.” He paused and scratched the back of his head, a sheepish look on his face. “Mate, do you reckon you could do me a favor? I’m looking for -” the man squinted at the palm of his right hand. “Pod’s? Yeah-nah, that can’t be right. Pob’s? Pab’s? Pa-”

“Pop’s?”

“That’s the one.”

The redhead stood there, grinning widely with an expectation that Jughead could never decline to help. And in a way, he was right. Jughead couldn’t help but feel a sense of comradery with the man. Something about him was so nice it almost seemed a waste of energy to try and dislike him.

He quickly squashed that feeling though. Afterall, the redhead was just another lost tourist, someone who’d leave the city as quickly as he’d come. And yet…

“I’m headed there now. I can walk with you, if you want,” Jughead said as noncommittally as possible. He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and looked purposefully away from the man.

“Choice, bro. Lead the way.”

They began walking, and if Jughead noticed how close they were he didn’t mention it. It wasn’t until they’d reached the light at the end of the road that the man held out his hand.

“I’m Archie, by the way.”

Jughead shook it and noted the callouses on Archie’s fingertips. Likely the guitar wasn’t a prop to draw attention as he’d first suspected.

“Jughead.”

Archie raised an eyebrow, but didn’t ask about the nickname. Instead he filled the walk with amicable chatter about his experiences in the city while Jughead offered his own minor commentary. It was, on the whole, like talking with a very friendly, very enthusiastic travel blogger.

Jughead should have been put off by the chatty Kiwi (a fact discerned by Archie’s disappointment not to be able to find a ‘Kiwiburger’ in the states), but instead he found himself responding more the longer the conversation went on. It was as if he’d known the man his entire life rather than just ten minutes.

When they arrived at the diner, Archie held the door open for him. The first thing Jughead noticed was that half the diner had gone silent and was staring at the redhead behind him.

“At least let me buy you a cup of coffee. To new friends and all, yeah?” Archie asked, oblivious to the attention.

Never one to turn down coffee, Jughead pulled his beanie down further over his ears and hiked his collar up. “There’s a booth in the back,” he said with a nod.

He waved at Rosie the waitress as he passed. Archie, though, seemed to greet everyone on their way to the back. It was an odd thing, for someone who hadn’t been to Pops’ before, but Jughead put it down to his overly friendly nature.

Jughead took his regular seat in the booth, and Archie seemed relieved to be able to put his back to the door. It was easy to read Archie, Jughead realized, and that was strange in-of-itself. Or maybe that was just who Archie was. Someone who was confident and self-assured enough to put himself out there.

He seemed normal enough, despite the curiosity of the rest of the diner, and that Jughead put down to the redhead being a novelty. Everyone knew or recognized everyone else within the soft, neon glow. Pops’ was a local diner for local residents, and not many tourists made it this far out of the city unless they knew a local, so Jughead chalked the interest down to that.

“So what do you do?” Archie asked after they’d ordered coffee.

A mocha latte, extra whipped cream for Archie, a black, no cream, no sugar, endless refills for Jughead.

“In general or professionally?”

Archie shrugged and picked up a menu to flip through it. “Both. Either.” He thought about it for a moment and Jughead could almost see his thought process. “What would you want your obituary to read if you carked it?”

Jughead snorted at the unexpectedly morbid statement. There were a lot of things he knew he didn’t want put in his obituary - his inability to hold a steady job, his jadedness about the world and the people in it, his use of sardonic humor to keep from getting close to people. (At least he’d be a self-reflective corpse.)

“I’m a freelance photographer for the local newspaper.”

Archie’s head jerked up in interest. His grin was so wide it was easy to see that he’d been the recipient of braces in his younger years. No one had teeth that straight and white without some dental work.

“Yeah? That’s keen. How’d you get into that?”

It was a long story, one that Jughead was still a bit sore about. His ex had inherited her parents newspaper and, in a pinch, had called him at three in the morning to ask if he could photograph some rally protesting a high school shutting down to make way for a prison. And because it was Betty asking him, he couldn’t say no. They might have broken up after college, but she was still his best friend. And even his jaded, sardonic heart couldn’t say no to the paycheck she’d offered.

Betty had called him a godsend and used him as a photographer on and off since then, his ability to work odd and long hours a benefit to them both. But Jughead couldn’t help but have the sneaking suspicion that this was some sort of hand out, some way that Betty had come up with to help him financially in all the ways he’d refused when they’d been dating.

It was an irritable thought he kept to himself. Working for her had lead to other jobs, but he still couldn’t help feeling strangely indebted to her.

“A friend needed me to photograph a political protest,” he said, condensing the entire story in the sentence blurb the paper would use. (After all, they charge by the letter.) “I’ve been working with her ever since.”

“Do you take other jobs? A friend of mine’s been wanting to do an album cover, but she thinks all the ones she’s used before are rubbish. I can show her some of yours at our next meeting. I’m sure they’re brilliant.”

Archie’s interest seemed genuine, and it was the first time in a long time Jughead wanted to share his personal work with anyone. But it was easy enough to be excited over someone else’s work. It wasn’t so easy to be rejected outright, especially when your work would forever be labeled as ‘rubbish.

Besides, his friend was likely some indie artist with two hundred followers on NoiseCumulus offering to pay in ‘exposure’ and ‘experience.’ Two ‘e’s that didn’t pay the bills.’

“Yeah, sure. Maybe.” It was a noncommittal answer, the same one Jughead used to get out of things without having to make up an excuse for it.

There was a lull filled with the sounds of cutlery and line cooks yelling out orders. It occurred to Jughead a moment too late that it was his turn to move the conversation along.

“What is it you do?”

Archie looked at him strangely a moment. With an amused grin, he said, “I sing a little. Gig around bars and street corners. Crash on some friends’ couches, that sort of thing.”

“Bet you meet a lot of interesting people that way,” Jughead said.

“That’s a nice way of putting it.”

There was a jingle at the door and a stranger dressed in clothes that screamed old money walked in. He looked around the diner before taking off his sunglasses. The sight of him set Jughead’s teeth on edge just on principle alone. Or maybe that was just the amount of hair pomade the man obviously used.

Archie’s phone buzzed. He turned to wave at the man.

“That’s my manager,” he said. He hesitated a moment, and when he’d decided something took a pen out of his pocket and wrote something down on a diner napkin.

“If you want to do dinner tonight, and don’t feel like you have to, but here’s my number,” he said as he wrote.

Surprised at Archie’s interest, and sure he was misreading his intention, Jughead took the napkin. “Dinner would be good. So long as you weren’t thinking Italian. The only good Italian place blew up last month.”

“Sushi then? I’ve been craving it since I landed, but haven’t had the time to find a good place.”

“I know a place,” Jughead told him. “I’ll text you the address.”

“Oh chur. See you then. And don’t forget to bring a portfolio of your work if you want. I can pass it on to Josie this weekend,” Archie said. He reached out and squeezed Jughead’s hand before collecting his guitar and walking towards his manager, who gave Jughead a slow, appraising look. Jughead scowled at him and his overly oiled hair.

A few minutes after Archie left the booth, Jughead’s phone buzzed with a stream of texts from his sister.

‘Archie? You’re having breakfast with Archie Andrews?!?!? Number one pop star and love of all under 17 and over 46???? YOU?????’

‘WHAT have I done to deserve this punishment?’

‘It should have been me!!!!’

‘Did you ask him about his tour? Did you get an autograph?? Did he talk about his music???’

It finally clicked why she was so distraught, though, when she sent the picture of him and Archie walking through the door at Pop’s.

It was so obvious, and yet Jughead had entirely missed it. Archie Andrews was J.B.’s inane pop star, known the world over for his sugary pop lyrics, great smile, and overall charm. For as much as she claimed to be edgy and off the beaten path J.B. had the biggest crush on an inane pop star. His posters covered the walls of her bedroom back at his mother’s apartment, and she listened to his songs on constant rotation when it was just the siblings in a car.

He’d even made the nightly news about his announcement to tour the U.S. as the opening act for Josie and The Pussycats, likely the same Josie he’d mentioned showing Jughead’s work to.

And Jughead had just agreed to go to dinner with him.

#jarchie fanfiction #riverdale fanfiction #jughead jones #archie andrews #tis the season #i'm am so happy about this one tbh

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jeonginnied · 6 years

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love maze

requested

tagged same bus au, fluff, angst

pairing hwang hyunjin x reader

mini note this was supposed to be done like three days ago according to my ‘schedule’,,, i’m sorry it’s taken so long sigh... also big thanks to bri for helping me out with improving this from what it was !!!! ily @svt-dreamies 💗💗 and i hope you all enjoy!

you see, hwang hyunjin had never been more grateful to not have his own car.

sure, at first thought, the bus seemed like the worst thing in the world to him. but as time went on, hyunjin soon realized that happiness could also come from this form of public transportation, as weird as it sounds. it all started when a friend of hyunjin’s, chan, couldn’t make it to pick him up and drop him off at work in the morning. at that time, hyunjin thought his life was ending. he was only eighteen, just out of high school, living alone without any type of car or even a bike, so what else could he really imagine?

and when chan had muttered that the boy would just have to take the bus, he could almost hear hyunjin’s pout through the phone. being the implausibly shy and socially awkward human being that he was, hyunjin saw nothing but sadness as he tried to imagine how he would possibly survive on a public bus. he could picture the elderly men and women who would stare at him with narrowed eyes throughout the ride. he envisioned himself standing through the entire time, squished between tons of sweaty people.

however, none of hyunjin’s imaginations were even remotely accurate, not even in the slightest. hell, the truth is, there ended up only being a few people on the bus anyway, including himself. one of the three passengers was a young boy, probably not much younger than fifteen, and he had earbuds plugged into his ears, which is why he hadn’t even noticed that hyunjin ever stepped on. another was an older lady, maybe thirty or forty in age, probably, and she was scrolling through her phone without even the smallest glance up, meaning that she was yet another human who hadn’t even acknowledged hyunjin’s existence there.

now, a thing to know is that, at the time, hyunjin was the third passenger. well, that is, until you had come along on that day.

from what he’s now learned, you had been taking the bus for what seemed like forever now, ever since you’d gotten your job at a nearby bookstore. almost every day the bus was occupied with the same people, or, at least, the same number of passengers. seriously, it always seemed as if there were only three people on each day. the worst part about that is the fact that there was never anyone your age that was on, or, on the rare occasion that a fellow eighteen year old was, they never appeared to want to be bothered in any way by you. and so, hyunjin later on learned about how you had sat by yourself every day, silently staring out the bus window.

the moment that you appeared on the bus, hyunjin’s day had seemed to instantly become a million times better. he had a nervous smile on his lips, and the boy even had to blink to himself a few times so he could be reassured that this human being he was seeing was actually real—but not only because of your looks, of course. (but, you were quite good looking, hyunjin couldn’t even begin an attempt to lie about that.) you could sense that he was quite scared from the moment you laid eyes on him and the two of you made direct eye contact. hands twiddling in his lap, legs bouncing up and down quickly, it was all quite obvious. so, you had taken it upon yourself to sit in the seat beside him, starting a casual conversation with the boy.

“is this seat taken?” you had asked casually, just moments before sitting. it was as if the brunette boy had only just noticed that you were there as he glanced up to you, eyes going wide with surprised. “u–um, yeah.. i mean no! no, the uh, the seat isn’t taken, that’s what i meant, yeah,” he continued to mumble under his breath to himself in what seems to be a self-reassuring manner, causing you to lightly grin. this boy’s nervous aura came off as quite cute to you, which only further urged that part of you that wanted to become friends with him.

you quickly held out your hand in an attempt for a handshake, a warm smile on your face. “i’m y/n!” you introduces yourself to him cheerfully as you continued to grin. “i’m h–hyunjin. it’s nice to meet you, y/n,” he had murmured out, nervously glancing all around to avoid making direct eye contact again. you frowned slightly at that, finding it interesting and a bit concerning about the way he was acting around you; especially considering the fact that you had never seen yourself as the type of person that was intimidating or anything of the such.

“nice to meet you as well, hyunjin! i.. i’m sorry if i seem like i’m intruding or anything.. i just saw that you seemed to be around my age and, i don’t know, i just thought that maybe this was a good idea. but i can leave if you want me to..” you had quietly confessed, feeling slightly saddened at the fact that this boy looks as if he just wants to completely get away from you. sure, you knew that not every person in the world would like you, because that’s just how life works of course, but you certainly didn’t expect to experience that in such a short amount of time in this moment.

hyunjin finally met your eyes as his own pupils went wide in surprise. “no! that’s not.. i didn’t mean to come off that way! i’m.. i’m not the best at talking to people, and i do really appreciate you sitting here and talking to me, i just don’t exactly.. um... how do i say this—?” you had taken the conversation into your own hands as you made an attempt to help this boy out. “you don’t know how to express it? that you appreciate me—well, not like that, i just.. you know what i meant, right?”

“y–yeah, what you said.. and it’s fine, i understand,” hyunjin explained, causing you to lightly smile. you nodded lightly, allowing a silence to fall over between the two of you. neither of you could tell whether it’s a comfortable or awkward silence, though, hyunjin leaned more towards the latter, while with you, it appeared to be the opposite. soon enough, though, hyunjin was the one to start another conversation, as surprising as it did seem. “i, um.. i really hope we’ll turn out to be great friends, y/n. seriously.”

you had let a small smile fall onto your lips. “i hope so too, hyunjin. i hope so too.”

and so, that brings you back to the present.

“so from what i’m hearing here.. your best friends have been dating for months now, yet they never told you?”

by ‘best friends,’ you’re referring to two of hyunjin’s friends that you’ve heard much about. apparently, chan had been interested in jeongin for the longest time, and vice versa, but when they began dating, they somehow kept it a secret from the boy that’s always filled with curiosity, also known as hwang hyunjin. “yeah, basically. and not only that, but apparently they’ve been super obvious this whole time? i mean, obviously not if i couldn’t figure it out!”

you laugh at his enthusiasm (even if it’s not exactly positive), before glancing out the window and then back to hyunjin. “well. what about you, visual boy? how’s your own love life going?” within five seconds of you asking that, hyunjin’s face is morphing into one of a bright crimson color. he nervously looks to the ground with pink cheeks, stuttering over his words as he tries to respond. “um... uh.. i mean, i sorta have my eye on someone, but uh.. i don’t think the feeling is mutual.”

you let out a gasp of pure surprise. “what? but.. how could someone not like the hwang hyunjin?” the inquiry falls from your lips without a second thought, as it’s what you’re genuinely wondering in this moment. hyunjin sighs quietly. “i mean.. i don’t know that they don’t like me, i just.. i have a feeling. plus, i’m not exactly the perfect boyfriend material anyway, so..” the boy mutters under his breath, just barely loud enough for you to hear his (very untrue) words.

“hyunjin.. you’re an amazing person, okay? anyone, literally any living being in this world, would be so lucky to have you, alright? you are such a lovely person, and whoever this crush is, they’re incredibly fortunate to have you! hell, i know you probably weren’t considering this anyway, but.. i say you go for it. tell them. i know that it seems hard, but getting it out is the best solution, really.”

the words that fell from his mouth next had you in total shock.

“it’s you. i.. i like you, y/n. you’re my crush.”

you could almost feel your entire world crashing down on you. hwang hyunjin, the boy that is a total angel to this earth, liked you. the same hwang hyunjin that’s such a very talented dancer, even if he rarely gets noticed. the same hwang hyunjin who’s fallen asleep on your arm so many times when your bus would get stuck in traffic early in the morning or late at night. the same hwang hyunjin who came to you about all of his problems, and vice versa. the same hwang hyunjin who‘s like a best friend to you.

that’s the problem here, though. hyunjin’s like your best friend—and that’s all he is to you.

“i.. i’m sorry, hyunjin, i just.. i don’t feel the same, i’m so sorry..” you admit quietly, dropping eye contact the moment you see the face of your friend—or whatever you two are now, anyway—fall, features painted in total sadness. you try to speak, nothing but air falling out as you can’t seem to find the words to express your guilt. fortunately, the bus stops all of a sudden, and you bolt for the door and immediately run out. “wait, but—!” hyunjin stands slightly and starts to yell, but you’re already long gone.

and the words fall from hyunjin’s mouth sadly, “that.. that’s not even your stop...”

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levi-inthesun · 6 years

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: following a freak accident after your 27th birthday, you stopped aging. In 1942 you joined the war effort as a nurse on the front lines. In 1943 you met and fell in love with one Sargent James Barnes. In 1945, you learned of his death. Now, in 2018, you meet a man who looks just like your long lost lover.

A/N: I just watched Age of Adaline for the umpteenth time and decided to use a similar idea for my main character. Sorry if this isn’t very good.

Memories are noted by ~~

It was always the cold, rainy days that took you back, acting as a time machine. As you walked to the cafe a few blocks from your apartment, images flashed behind your eyes.

~~It had been so cold. The winter in Italy had been unforgiving and cruel to everyone, especially the injured soldiers. The rain had been pounding on the tent around you acting as a soundtrack, balanced out by the sounds of bombs and gunfire in the distance. Somehow, it soothed you. You had gotten into a steady flow, humming a tune that somehow fit the music of war and rain.

“Hello, I am your nurse tonight, Amelia,” you started as you introduced yourself to a soldier who had just entered the infirmary. “Can you tell me your name, Sargent?” you asked, a gentle smile tugging on your lips.

“James Barnes, ma’am,” a flirty grin spreading over his tired features.

“Very well. If you would sit down here so I can examine your injuries that would be helpful. Where are they located?”

“My chest and back,” he responded, grunting slightly as he sat down on the cot.

“If you would remove your shirt that would be very helpful,” you said as you put on a pair of gloves.

“For you doll, anytime,” he sighed as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled off his under t-shirt.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t respond. You were used to getting comments like this from the soldiers. Once his shirt was removed however, you gasped lightly to see the deep cut running along his back.

“This will certainly need stitches,” you informed him as you quickly gathered everything you would need. You quickly cleaned him up and sat on the edge of the cot, facing his back.

“Now, this is going to sting, but only for a few moments. I am giving you an anesthetic to numb the area.”

James nodded and hissed as you injected the numbing liquid into his back, and watched him relax as it immediately began to do it’s job.

“This is going to take a little while, the cut is long,” you began suturing the wound carefully, methodically moving the needle in and out of his skin, knotting, and continuing.

“Doll,” James began, “Tell me something about yourself that no one knows.”

“Hmm, and why should you be privy to that sort of knowledge, Sargent?” you asked, knotting another stitch.

“It’s not that I am more deserving of that type of information, I am just in need of a distraction and the things no one knows about a person tend to be the most interesting.”

You thought for a moment, still focusing on the sutures as you tried to remember some memory you could tell him that would give away the dark secret you held within you that certainly, no one knew about.

“Well, when I was 13 my very best friend and I ran off into the wooded area by our houses and decided we would live there as wild-women for the rest of our lives. We were quite convinced of it.” You tied off another knot and started another, “partway through the day, we decided we should start a fire. We had prepared before hand and had any supplies we thought we would need. We piled up the driest sticks we could find and I pulled out the matches and lit the fire. Only, we had failed to make a clearing in the dirt, you know, move anything flammable away from the fire. There were dried, dead leaves everywhere, and you can guess what happened next.” James turned to you slightly, eyes wide, “You started a forest fire?” he asked, amused.

“Indeed we did,” you said, voice still as even and calm as it always was. “We only realized it too late so we gathered our things and ran back to my house, hid the bag of supplies, and then left the house again to pretend we had only been on a walk. We walked past the woods where we could smell the smoke and slightly see flames, so we ran to tell any adult we could find,” you chuckled slightly at the memory. “To this day, no one knows it had been us. I’m convinced that if we had waited any longer to tell anyone we would have burned the entire neighborhood down.”

You finished the last stitch and carefully placed a dressing over it to protect it.

“And you aren’t lying?” James asked, to which you shook your head no and held up your right hand.

“Scouts honor, I actually burned down half of the woods by my house and almost the entire neighborhood,” a mischevious grin spread over your face as the man took in your words.

“Well doll,” he started, shaking his head, “that is probably the most fantastic thing I ever heard.”

There was a glint of something in his eyes, and it was that that kept drawing you to him.~~

You made it to the cafe and ordered your drink before finding an empty booth next to a window.

The horrors of war would always follow the good memories. The friends you made and lost. Too many lost. The sound of gunfire drawing closer to camp. Sometimes you’d dream what would have happened had you been able to live a normal life. You would have gotten married, had babies, grow old with someone you loved… but those dreams only lead to more heartache.

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of all the thoughts circling around your head and observed the other patrons, taking a sip of your coffee, but your thoughts dragged you back to James’ blue eyes staring deeply into your own as you traded stories that night while everyone else was asleep. He told you about his best friend Steve, the tiny, chronically sick man who lied so many times to enlist. How many times he had had to make sure Steve wasn’t killed- apparently he was apt at picking fights, but not winning them with his small stature.

After the coffee shop, you made your way to the bookstore you worked at, greeted by the little bell that rung out as the door opened and closed behind you.

“Goodmorning Ruth,” you called out cheerfully as you passed the owner to put your things away.

“Morning Mia,” she called after you.

The day had been relatively slow, rainy days were like that. The rain would bring in nostalgic feeling readers who would find a comfortable spot to sit and read through some book that had piqued their interest. Neither Ruth or you minded these people. They helped add to the warmth the small shop already held.

You were re-doing the display that showed out to the street when someone caught your eye. He was tall, broad, longish hair, full beard, very handsome. He felt familiar somehow. You did your best to focus on the task at hand but found yourself looking at him again and again, only to catch him looking back at you, too.

“Mia!” Ruth called out from the register, “Remember that large order you put together yesterday?” she asked as you approached her.

“Yes, I left it in the back since it was quite hefty,” you responded.

“This gentleman is here to pick it up, would you show him to it and help him take it to his car?” she asked, eyes flitting between you and the man.

You narrowed your eyes at Ruth, only momentarily so that only she would notice it. “I would be happy to,” you responded cheerfully and led the man to the back room where his order was currently being kept.

“I take it you are Steven then?” you asked as you showed him the piles of boxes containing all the books he had ordered.

“That I am,” he said, “and you are, Mia?” he asked, looking at your nametag.

“Yes, not that Ruth yelling out to me made it even more obvious,” you shrugged. “May I ask why you have bought so many books? Don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t watch my budget I would be buying this amount every week,” you said chuckling.

“I haven’t read much lately,” he replied, picking up all three boxes at once as if it were nothing. “It felt like it was about time to get back into it.”

You opened the door for him and smiled, “You picked out some amazing books. I was delighted to find someone out there was going to enjoy so many of my favorite books.”

“I have gotten a lot of recommendations over the last few years. A good friend of mine just… moved back into town and we ended up challenging each other to a read off, and well, here we are,” his eyes sparkled as he spoke of books and his friend and again you had the odd sensation that you knew him. But, you reached his car and helped him by opening the door so that he could put the boxes in.

“Enjoy your books, Steven,” you called to him as he got in his car.

He waved at you and pulled out into traffic.

When you went back in, you gave Ruth the stink eye.

“What, Mia? Can’t an old woman like myself wish love for a younger one? He is handsome and loves books. You only just need to make sure he is kind and you are good to go!”

You simply rolled your eyes, “Yeah, okay Ruth.”

The rest of the week went by slowly. Between shifts at the bookstore, hanging out with your cat, and going out a couple times with your best friend Sarah to get coffee, you didn’t really do much. So when Friday finally rolled around you were pretty content to just read in your apartment while Donna, your cat, curled up around your feet.

The dream was quickly shattered with a phone call.

“Mia, before you say no, I just need you to think about me for a moment,” Sarah began as soon as you answered the phone. “There is a new bar that just opened up in Brooklyn and it is owned by that dreamy man I’ve gone on a few dates with and we have to go. Please? I will owe you so much for this!” she begged.

You took in a deep breath and did your best to not shut down at the thought of not staying in. “Okay fine. What’s the dress code?” you asked, giving up.

“Eee!” she squealed in your ear, “I will be over in 20 minutes and we can get ready together!” she said quickly before you could change your mind.

“Bring pizza!” you added before she could hang up, and said goodbyes after she promised she would bring pizza.

40 minutes later, Sarah walked into your apartment, pizza in hand, along with a bag of clothes.

“Ah, you beautiful thing you!” you said to the pizza as you opened up the box and took a bite before letting her drag you off to your room.

“Okay there is no way in hell I am ever wearing this,” you stared at your reflection a moment longer before turning to your friend who was currently perched on your bed.

“Babe, you look smoking hot! You could kill people with how hot you look!” Sarah complimented.

“Good enough reason for me not to wear it then!” you shot back.

“Ugh, I know you grew up in the 40’s and all, but you’d think you would have learned to better dress with the times,” she said shaking her head.

“Well, I guess I haven’t,” you said as you unzipped and slipped out of the revealing dress.

“This one,” You said, holding up a deep green, off the shoulder dress flared out slightly from the waist and would hit a few inches above your knee.

“This is more me,” you got into the dress and took in your appearance. It was much shorter than you would have liked, hitting you mid-thigh, but it reminded you of a dress you wore once in the 50’s.

“Okay, yeah you’re right,” Sarah said dejectedly, “that one is way more you.”

Sarah ended up wearing the black mini dress you had refused earlier, and soon you were both out the door.

The bar absolutely blew you away and you walked in mouth hanging open. It was designed after the bars from the 40s and they absolutely nailed it.

“Why- why didn’t you tell me?” you asked Sarah quietly as you looked over the nostalgia-inducing space around you.

“Because then I wouldn’t have gotten to see you with that particular look in your eyes that you have now,” she replied softly. You gave her hand a tight squeeze before walking off to let the good memories take over and Sarah went off to get drinks and find Luke.

“Hey, it’s Mia, right?” a familiar voice asked.

You turned around to see Steven from earlier that week. He was wearing a dark blue button-up with a loose tie, suspenders and dress pants.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you, Steven,” you said as you took his extended hand.

“Call me Steve. Are you here alone?” he asked, curiosity in his voice.

“No, my best friend brought me here, I was completely surprised to find the theme so, familiar,” you said before you could think about what was coming out of your mouth. “Uh, I mean I studied history, and took a great interest in architecture and decor throughout the decades and this is, spot on.” You breathed a silent sigh of relief when he accepted your explanation.

“I would have to agree with you,” he responded warmly. “Very authentic.”

Sarah was now by your side, handing you a beer.

You thanked her and took a drink from the bottle, “Oh, Steve, this is Sarah, Sarah this is Steve, the guy who had to have ordered a hundred books the other day?”

Sarah nodded, “Damn, you didn’t mention he was good looking too,” she said under her breath so only you could hear her. “Good to meet you!” she said, shaking his hand. In which he responded likewise.

Soon she was dragging you off to meet some friends and her most recent beau, Luke. You were pleased that besides being charming, he was kind. You could see it in his eyes how much he cared for Sarah.

You had only been there an hour and you were already beginning to feel drained. You were able to find an unoccupied table in the corner and sat down as a band took the stage. Like the environment around them, they were dressed in 40’s like fashion and began to play the tunes you knew so well.

You had gotten so lost in the familiar tune, you hadn’t noticed that Steve had approached you.

He cleared his throat, “Mia?”

Startled from your trance, you turned to him quickly, “I am so sorry, I hope you haven’t been there for long.” “Not at all,” he said, “mind if we join you?”

Unaware there was a second person, you turned to look at the other man.

You thought your heart stopped.

“James?”

The words came out quietly but he had heard, and a confused look spread over his face while Steve watched the exchange with curiosity.

“I am so sorry, you just look like someone I knew a long time ago,” you said shaking your head, “clearly I’ve had too much to drink,” you chuckled, trying desperately to save the interaction.

“It’s okay,” the man said as he stretched out his hand, “I’m Bucky.”

“Mia,” you said quickly, voice still hushed, shaking his hand.

“So, Buck, Mia is the woman from the bookstore,” Steven said hoping to relieve some of the tension.

“Oh, that Mia,” he said, a smile spreading over his handsome features.

“How is your reading challenge going, by the way?” you asked.

The two men looked at each other sheepishly, “We haven’t even started yet,” Bucky replied. “Haven’t had the time,” he shrugged.

“It happens, I was just curious.”

“What books should we start with?” Steve asked.

“Oh my, there are so many good options,” you thought for a moment going over what you remembered from the large order. “Definitely anything by Jane Austen, but you have to remember that she is the queen of satire as you read her books,” you told them.

The conversation moved from books to movies to anything imaginable. Soon, it felt as if you had been friends your entire, very long life.

“I have to say,” you started, taking a sip from your beer, “you both look so familiar to me it’s… absurd.”

The men eyed each other cautiously, but you didn’t notice.

“Sorry, that is probably so weird, the feeling just won't leave.” You shook your head, slightly embarrassed.

“It does feel like we knew each other a long, long time ago,” Bucky said quietly, voice distant.

You and Steve both nodded.

If only the three of you had realized then the truthfulness of Bucky’s words.

Bucky paced the hallways of the compound all that night and the next trying to figure out why Mia was so familiar to him. He could feel it from the moment he laid his eyes on her, and it only grew once they shook hands and talked through the evening.

Everyone had had enough of Bucky’s pacing and sent Steve to “for the love of God, make it stop,”.

“Buck, man, what’s gotten into you? Still thinking about Mia?” Steve asked as he approached his agitated friend.

“I don’t know why or how, but she was important. I can just feel it.”

In the meantime, you were absolutely certain you were going insane.

“He died,” you whispered into the darkness of your room. You remember the day you found out as if it were yesterday. ~James had been sent out on a mission with the ‘Howling Commandos’ and the man called Captain America- who you quickly realized was your new friend Steve. (You felt stupid for not realizing that one sooner). ~~You were relaxing, having just gotten off a shift when you overheard some of the superiors going over the list of men lost from the mission.

“Sargent James Barnes,” was the only name that caught your attention.

Tears began streaming down your cheeks as you ran to your bunk where you spent the rest of the day, sobbing quietly into your very flat pillow.~~

The coincidence, however, of the man who looked like James being good friends with Steve Rogers- who had been James’ friend back in the day, could not be overlooked. Steve was alive today thanks to the super soldier serum given to him during the war. What if Bucky really was James?

Your dreams were full of James, but, like everytime you dreamed of your love lost long ago, he was always just out of reach.

Tell me what you think!

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky x oc #bucky barnes fanfiction

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so a little bit of background

a really big thing rn at universities here in the US are dance marathons

the school works with an organization dedicated to pediatric cancer research/helping the families of kids with cancer

every group on campus participates (sports teams/greek life/clubs) and raise money throughout the year and at the end they have this big dance marathon and the school announces how much money was raised

so Palmetto being the big state school that they are, would definitely have one of these

something that's big with these dance marathons is that each group usually gets like a little kid who is sick to be an honorary member of their group

they'll hang out and do things together sometimes and stuff like that

so the foxes have a little boy who is just like, the cutest thing ever

he's 8 and is actually a super big exy fan, which is why they paired him with the foxes in the first place

he was also adopted when he was younger and since the organization in charge of setting this up knew about the background of a lot of the foxes, decided he would be a good fit

he's local so he comes to a lot of their practices

one of the first things they get him is a jersey that's way too big on him and bright orange that says his last name across the back, with the number 11

he wears it every time they see him

even though all they really have to do with him is invite him to a few practices and send him a couple care packages, they all really love him

so sometimes they let him actually practice with them (the kiddie version, obviously, no raven drills for the sick 8 yo)

for as much as the upperclassmen try to keep him away from the monsters, he gets ridiculously close with them

(especially aaron and andrew for some reason)

he has blonde hair like them so he always says that he's their long lost brother

the first time he says it andrew and aaron kinda freeze and don't know what to say because no

but they also obviously can't act like that around him, so they sort of just pretend like they don't hear but he keeps saying it every time and saying how he wants to be a backliner like his older brothers

kevin and neil are always the ones who keep practicing with him even after the rest of the foxes are worn out and just sitting on the sidelines watching

he comes to all their games and wymack lets him sit on the bench as long as he promises not to run around too much

they've only known him for a year but they all love him already, he means so much to them

but he has cancer, and so part of what the foxes do is visit him in the hospital when he has rounds of chemo but the kid is always so bright and happy even when they're there that the foxes honestly kind of forget that he's sick

the doctors all say he's getting better anyway

until one day it's really hard to forget that he's sick because he suddenly gets a lot worse

it's 2 weeks before the dance marathon and the foxes have raised so much money and they've been spending more and more time with him

but one day when he's supposed to come to practice wymack gets a call from his parents saying that he can't come

they had to take him to the hospital the night before, because things suddenly got so much worse

wymack lets them skip practice to go to the hospital to see him

and it's...hard. it's really hard

andrew doesn't even want to go into the room but he knows that the kid is gonna ask for him, is going to see everyone else and think that andrew left him alone and andrew won’t let that happen

so they go and they spend time in his room and it's a lot harder to pretend to be happy now

they're only able to stay for a little while and then they have to go back to campus

and they spend the rest of the week trying not to think about the fact that this little boy that they've all come to love is laying in a hospital bed and very well might not make it

they send him a care package, and it's full of fox stuff

a fox stuffed animal, bright orange palmetto merch, an exy racquet that's his size and in fox colors that wymack special ordered, a ball signed by all of them

at the bottom of the box though is his favorite thing

it's a jersey, a real jersey that someone on the team would wear, not just one of those fan ones that you find in the bookstore on campus

it has his number on it, 11, and on the back it says minyard

they deliver it to him in the hospital and andrew and aaron give it to him

they don't really say anything, find it hard to say anything

the foxes have never seen him smile wider than when he puts it on

five days later, the day before the marathon, they get the call

he passed away in his sleep. he just couldn't handle it anymore, he’d been fighting for a long time

but his parents want to let the foxes know how much all their support meant to him and that he wore the jersey every single day after they brought it to the hospital

this is the only other time the foxes all sleep together on the floor of one of the dorms, needing to feel close when they’re about to fall apart

andrew shuts down a little, has never had to deal with a loss quite like this before

neil is there for him, staying close enough so that andrew always knows he’s right there

the next day none of them really want to go but they have to, for him

the whole campus found out about the fact that he died and even though he was the exy team's kid, everyone takes the loss hard

it's tough for the foxes to be there, to cheer with everyone else when people are talking on stage or some of the other kids are doing their routines

(oh yeah, the foxes were gonna do a dance routine with him, for the talent show. the kids can go on stage by themselves if they want, but their kid really really wanted to have all of them on stage with him. they don't do it though, not without him)

the organization does ask them to speak, though

dan's the one to do it and none of them cry on stage

but the minute they get off it they all burst into tears

even andrew walks off leaving neil and aaron to follow him, because they know he needs them

the find him outside the court, sucking in air like he can’t get enough, tears staining his cheeks

aaron and neil don’t know what to do but he holds out his hands and they each take one and andrew squeezes like he has no intention of ever letting them go

the amount of money the school raised at the end of it is the only silver lining

they make $14,000,000 and part of it is going to cover the costs of the funeral

they hang up his jersey with his real last name in the lounge of the court

it makes them all sad every time they see it but they never take it down

#death tw #aftg #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court #this is long as shit i'm sorry #the foxes #palmetto state foxes

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