#buying bandaids with all their favorite characters and calling them while he’s away so he can recite a bedtime story JUST 😭😭😭

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

oh my bad, i didn’t see you didnt write for atsumu or sakusa. can you do the same headcanons (s/o who’s smol and fragile) but with kuroo, bokuto, and oikawa? if possible, i would still like to see these headcanons with atsumu and sakusa <333

hey hey hey anon!! ty for the requests :)

I think this is such a cute idea (´♡‿♡`)

I just started watching S4 soo I'll save your other request for atsumu and sakusa in my inbox and get to that once I'm done!!

in the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my favorite captains <3

btw sorry it’s definitely not my best, I was having major writers block so this is basically all I could manage :(

•Kuroo, Bokuto, and Oikawa w/ a Small and Fragile S/O•

warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: kuroo, bokuto, + oikawa

•Kuroo•

Kuroo had teased you about your height ever since the two of you had become friends

it was his way of playful flirting, harmless really

“Ah, hey there chibi-chan, still need help with that chem assignment.”

“I thought I told you to quit calling me that.”

“Aw, but it suits you.”

It was all harmless until he began to actually fall for you 

the way your laugher erupted through the air at one of his stupid chemistry jokes or how you would never fail to flash a pretty smile and throw him a wave whenever you two were near

every single thing about you drew him in and he just had to make you his, so that’s exactly what he did you said yes obviously

even though he spent quite a bit of time with you before making things official, he never realized how prone to injury you were

seriously you got hurt so often it was crazy

at first he thought it was just bad luck until he noticed that you collided with the majority of things that were in your path

it was actually quite entertaining to him a lot of the time, but even if he let out a chuckle he would always take care of you

didn't matter if it was him grabbing the first aid kit from the gym or keeping you company in the nurses office while you got checked out

as much as he loved to tease you for everything, he was always right by your side 

even though he put on a calm and collected front, he got worried every time you got hurt

it didn’t matter how minor or major the injury was, he just wanted to make sure you were okay

he was always making sure you were taking care of yourself too

making sure you ate and drank water and took care of your injuries when needed

sometimes he’d even tease you by buying you a carton of milk and claiming that you needed it for bone growth

he definitely could be a huge pain sometimes, but it always brought a smile to your face

with your height differences, his favorite thing was to pick you up by your waist, hold you up high, and spin you around

he didn’t care who was watching, all that he was focused on in that moment was the lovely smile stitched on your face

he loved to lean down when you were standing around or talking with someone and rest his chin on your head and wrap his arms lightly around your neck

this was especially common when he noticed someone else trying to flirt with you, a piercing gaze followed as well in these situations

if anyone tried to tease you about your height he would pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and run the opposite direction hey problem solved

as much as he teased you himself, he was always making sure to let you know how much he loved you just the way you were

he always eased you insecurities and whispered compliment after compliment in your ear when you were down

he was your #1 hype man no matter the time

he truly saw you as perfect and he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life letting you know

•Bokuto•

when you and bokuto first met, he was very upfront about your height

"HEY HEY HEY! Wow, you're super tiny!”

cue your pouting

bokuto noticed your change of expression and quickly saved himself

“OH! No no, not in a bad way, like a cute way, you know? Tiny and squishy!”

cue him pinching your cheeks like an old lady

Akaashi ended up dragging him back to practice but not before he turned your cheeks bright red, from the excessive pinching and his comments

after that incident, you saw bokuto a lot more

usually due to you bumping into him in between classes

you didn’t mean to but he was just so tall and you were just so clumsy

those situations usually ended with you both apologizing profusely to each other while bokuto walked you to the nurses office

overtime, you two grew closer and closer and eventually made things official 

despite all the energy he had, he was always very gentle with you

he knew he could get a little much at times and with how easily you got injured he wanted to make sure he was never the one causing you pain

his touch was always very soft and loving, allowing you to feel just how much he cared

since you would get hurt so often he would always carry bandaids in his school bag they had little hearts on them

he would drop anything he was doing and sit you down to place a bandaid and a kiss wherever the damage was

“There you go, Dr. Bokuto is always at your service Y/N.”

“Thank you Bo.”

if it was something more intense he would walk you to the nurse’s office, hair drooping and tears in his eyes

he honestly hated seeing you hurt or in pain

if he could, he would take away any and all of your discomfort

he just wanted to see you smiling, that was his favorite look on you

no matter how much you would tell him you were okay he still would not leave your side until you got fully cleared by the nurse and the rest of the day he would be clinging to you with a pout stitched on his face

he adored the height difference between you two

your small hand fit perfectly in his and the was your tiny figure molded into his when you two cuddled felt right

he knew that sometimes you could get a little insecure

he never really understood why you couldn't see yourself how he saw you but that didn't prevent him from bring you up and letting you know exactly how he saw you

he truly saw you as the most flawless person he’s ever seen

compliments were always followed up by a lot of hugs and kisses

he always felt like you deserved to feel like you were on top of the world so giving you piggy back rides or letting you sit on his shoulders was his favorite thing to do

he never missed the laughter that escaped your lips when he would pick up speed definitely his favorite sound ever

his main goal was to protect you from anything and everything and make sure you were loved

and he succeeded with that each and every day

•Oikawa•

oikawa had had a thing for you since middle school

you never really thought much of the way he would act towards you due to his high popularity

honestly, you just thought he was being polite

that was until he asked you out your first year of high school

ever since then you became aoba johsai’s power couple

you didn't really care about titles though, all that mattered was that you and oikawa were happy

and contrary to popular belief, oikawa was a really great boyfriend

he never failed to make you feel appreciated and cherished

he honestly just couldn’t believe he was with someone so perfect, and honestly the blush that spread across your cheeks was just too cute to pass up

this didn't excuse you from oikawa’s teasing, your height being a main target

“Y/N-chan, mind if I rest my arm here, it’s so tired from practice”

“Tooru, get your gross, sweaty arm off my head.”

“Ahh so mean baby.”

although he never missed the opportunity to rile you up about you height, he always recognized when to stop and followed it up with a bunch of compliments

he knew it could be an insecurity of your sometimes and he would never dream of making you feel less then perfect

if any of his fan girls tried to mention something involving your height, he didn’t hesitate to confront them

occasionally going the extra mile and pulling you into a loving kiss right in front of them

he didn’t care if they stopped supporting him, he had you by his side and that was more then enough 

although you usually got hurt quite often, that all stopped when you started dating oikawa

you honestly couldn’t believe it at first

all the scratches, scars, and bruises that frequently littered your body and slowly healed over time and no new ones took their place

you could not wrap your head around how he managed to do it

he was very observant and almost had this sixth sense when it came to you and your injuries

usually catching you before you fell, pulling you out of the way of something, or grabbing something and moving it away before it could cause you harm

you were practically like a small child he had to watch

he always followed up his smooth movements with a flirty remark

“Ah ah ah, you have to be more careful Y/N-chan, I'm the only one you should be falling for.”

although he loved spending any moment with you, his favorite memories had to be watching you in the stands during one of his games, cheering for him

his jersey was so big on you, he found it so adorable it always smelled like you when you returned it which was a huge plus

his favorite thing to do during games was throw you a wink before each serve he did, watching you laugh and wink right back

he always played his best when you were there

watching you from the court made him fall in love with you all over again

you were his world and he would make it his top priority to remind you of that each and every day

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[syrupa]

Hello there! I hope you are fine. I jist found you and I need to say, since I'm gay for these girls I'm absolutely delighted! If match-ups are open, I'd like to have a romantic matchup!

So uh I'm 17, INFP, a pisces and a pansexual, I use she/her pronouns. My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

For the hobbies; I love watching anime, literature, myths, listening and observing people, comforting people or just listen their rantings, reading, listening music and singing.... I am not that good at gardening and stuff but sometimes I do this as well...

For my personality, I'm that mom-friend that every friend group has. Need some painkillers? BAM! Need some pads? Do you need 1 or 50? You are hurt? Don't worry I have an aid kit. Your stomach or head hurts? Honey, don't you worry I have a various kind of herb teas with myself.

If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, that person is me. If somebody hurts my friends I go like "So you are saying that he/she/they broke your heart? Okay give me the names and addresses. Now."I would deal with them and then say "So do I need to break some more faces?"

But I'm actually very kind and smiley. I'm the kind of person who smiles at strangers, hold the door for them, talk with a waiter casually and smile at them as well. I never judge someone for their nationality, skin color, language, sexuality etc. And If I see someone bully another person for these reasons or another one, I stand against the bully and if needed I beat them. Yet, I'm one hell of an insecure and anxious girl and I bite my lips a lot and I also pick at the skin of my fingers when I'm absolutely anxious and always carry band-aids to cover them because a few people in my family( not my parents though) made me feel bad about them but still, I don't like showing this vulnerable state of mine to everyone so I bottle up everything.

I may seem like an cold and serious person at first meeting but over time I'm the biggest goofball and crackhead you can ever see! Sometimes I'm a bit sarcastic and tease my closest friends a lot- ofc I never offend them. I know what they are insecure about( if they are, WHICH isn't allowed on my watch.) and my friends always tell me that I kinda flirt with them but I never realize and When I actually try to flirt, I can't? But I also know how to be serious as well.

My ideal date would probably be an indoor one. Like cooking together, watching a movie or reading a book or just cuddling while some soft music plays in the background.

For my likes and dislikes, I HATE the unnecessary hate. Like, to everyone and everything. Be it black people, asians, LGBTQ+ people, animals, like anyone living! I believe that everyone's life( except a few shits' 😡😤) is a gift so I seriously don't understand hate. I also hate eggplant since I have an allergy and the last time I ate it, I did vomit for 3 days🤮

For the likes, I guess I cannot really pinpoint something but I love books and every meal with chicken🤤! I also love cleaning and tidying up too!

That was soooo long and I apologize for that! I didn't want to include more since I literally poured everything about me here 😅 Thanks a lot in advance and I hope you have a great day! Bye bye👋

I match you with...

Toru Hagakure

You'd meet on a public bus. The two of you sat next to each other, minding each others business. However, Toru noticed you picking at your fingers. She lightly tapped your shoulder and offered you a napkin to cover it with. You kindly declined, telling her that you had some bandaids but she insisted you have the napkin just incase. In the end you thanked her and took the napkin.

After that, Toru started some small talk. Of course, you went along with it. The conversation went very well. She was a pretty funny girl who had you laughing a lot. Your interaction went so smooth, from afar it would look like you've been friends for ages. When she had to get off, she asked for your number. You happily gave it to her and she waved you goodbye.

You and Toru would message and meet up with each other often. If you said you didn't fancy the girl you would be lying. She was funny, nice, and cheerful! Who wouldn't? It started out as a small crush. But of course, it turned into you thinking about her 24/7. You had even started to drop everything just to hang out with her. In return, she would do the same for you.

Your other friends would tease you for this. To them, it was pretty obvious you liked Toru more than a friend. Your friends also noticed how she was always talking about you. She would try to message or be with you every second of the day. She'd also buy you little gifts saying they reminded her of you. Hell, she would even leave lingering touches. They told you all of this, wanting you to just confess. But, you would always tell them that you probably didn't deserve a girl like her and how she was just being kind.

This went on for almost two years. Two years of hanging out with her every single day. Two years of hiding your feelings for this girl. Your friends had stopped trying to get you to confess, thinking this was a hopeless situation. But Toru's friends on the other hand had just started. Mina had came up with a dramatic idea for Toru to confess. The invisible girl obviously didn't want to go through with the plan, saying she'd confess someday. But that didn't stop Mina.

One night while you were studying, you heard a noise from your window. You quietly opened the window, expecting it to be a bird or something. When you looked out, you saw Toru and her friends outside in cheerleading outfits. Toru was clearly embarrassed as Ochako put on some cheesy love song on from a speaker. They proceeded to perform a quick dance. In all honesty, it was pretty bad. But you'd be lying if you said it wasn't cute. At the end of the dance, Mina had shouted that Toru wanted to take you out someday. Giggling, you shouted back that you'd love to go out sometime.

Although that was extremely cringy and cheesy, it was funny and made for a fucking fantastic story to tell.

Once you finally made it offical, Toru became very clingy. She loved holding your hand and hugging you when you're not expecting it. After long and hard days, she'd pamper your face in kisses. On sleepless nights, you'd cuddle with her and read her mythical stories until you both fell asleep.

She adores how reliable you are. She often feels like a background character in her own life and doubts her abilities to become a hero. You're quick to comfort her and make sure she knows her worth. Of course, she does the same for you. Checking up on you, complimenting you, comforting you, etc. Toru is basically your personal cheerleader for life. When you're insecure or anxious, leave it to your loving girlfriend to reassure you and kiss your worries away!

She started carrying bandaids around herself for you. Even though you always have some, she brings extra just in case. When you started dating her though, you'd pick at your fingers less since she always wanted to hold hands. Whenever you're biting your lip, she taps your shoulder and asks you for a kiss.

When you accidentally flirt with her she gets really giggly and nervous. She never brought it up cause she didn't want to embarrass you so she just took it. It's so cute that you started to flirt with her on purpose. Once she realized you were doing it on purpose, she playfully hit your arm and said something along the lines of, "YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT [NAME]!"

Sometimes you and her lay down in her bed together while she rambles about her day. It's really relaxing for both of you. She likes to talk a lot and you like to listen. It's perfect! Also it's an excuse to hear her beautiful voice.

She started picking up on your motherly acts. Always providing everything people need with little to no hesitation, being the shoulder for her friends to cry on, etc. Toru really looks up to you and can say with confidence that you make her an overall better person.

Your playlist consist of many love songs. I don't make the rules. Also she encourages you to sing all the time. She loves hearing your voice. And when you two sing together? AAAAAAAA It's very cute and adorable. Everyone you meet is 100% at least a little jealous of your relationship.

Baking dates are her favorite! She's obviously not the best at baking but those dates are always filled with laughter and smiles. On those dates, you two try to make loads of desserts. Cookies, Cakes, Cinnamon Buns, etc. You both know it's not healthy but neither of you really care. The kitchen always ends up messy after these days. Once you and Toru decide it's time to call it a night, the day ends with midnight cuddles whilst a movie plays in the background.

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #anime matchup #toru hagakure matchup #syrupa-matchups

[spaceskam]

What a fabulous list! How about #4 for Boy Meets World (loooooooved this show as a kid!)

BMW 4. Character A has a rule of only dating people for two weeks before breaking up with them until they find a bag and decide they are in love with the owner.

"You are… so good at that.”

“You’re not bad either.”

Alex pushed off the couch and quickly started getting dressed. Michael stayed laid out on the couch and it had Alex so thankful he hadn't brought him to his place. As hot as he was, time was up.

"Where are you going? Stay," Michael said, flashing that charming smile and making grabby hands. Alex looked away and buttoned up his jeans.

"Look, you're cool," Alex said, "Super hot 'n all, but I don't know if we're a good match."

Michael shifted on the couch. "You barely know me, Alex. We've only been fucking around for two weeks. Why don't we go on like an actual date? You know, have a conversation before we dive into each other's pants."

"Kinda late on that front, don't you think?" Alex asked, sparing him one last glance as he pulled his shirt over his head. Michael did not look amused.

"So that's it?" he asked. Alex licked his lips and pushed away the thoughts of how he was good in bed and could make him laugh and could cook annoyingly well. Alex Manes did not do relationships and he wasn't about to start just because someone was good at what they did. 

"Sorry."

-

"Oh, god damn it, Alex! I liked that one!"

"Then you date him."

Alex smiled at Maria's middle finger that was unceremoniously shoved in his face. Liz just giggled on the other side of him.

"You know how Alex is. He thinks he's too cool for romance," she said. He scoffed.

"I don't think I'm too cool for romance. I think I'm young and hot and college is the time for exploring your sexuality. And I want to explore all avenues before I settle."

"Okay, exploring is one thing. Banging everything that is down to fuck is something else entirely," Maria teased as they found an empty booth in the back of the student union. They all slipped in only to find a backpack tucked in the corner. 

"I'm just expressing myself and I always have safe sex, so leave me alone. Whose bag is this?" Alex rambled, gesturing towards it with his head as he reached to dig his veggie burger out of the bag Liz had placed on the table since it was her day to buy lunch.

"Don't change the subject," Maria pressed, "Michael was good for you. Nice, smart, and he likes you even when you're a dick."

Alex rolled his eyes and cracked a smile. "Look, he's just not worth settling down for."

"How do you know? I know him better than you do and you were the one sleeping with him," Liz chimed in.

"Oh, not you too!" Alex groaned, still smiling, "Nah, but for real, did you see someone get up from this table?" 

The girls sighed, "No."

Alex took a bite of his burger before pulling the bag onto his lap and unzipping it. 

"What are you doing?" Liz asked.

"Seeing if there's a name anywhere."

"Dude, don't go through it, just bring it to lost and found."

"And walk all the way to campus police? Who do I look like?" he asked. They both rolled their eyes but didn't prod any further so it felt like they were going to let him continue.

He pulled out a thick, labeled binder and tried to flip through it. All the notes were meticulous and impressive to the point he raised his eyebrows, but there wasn't a name. It was just pages upon pages of math and other smart shit. There was even a tab for a coding class which was wild because he thought he knew everyone who was going into coding. Since that provided no answers, he dropped it back in the bag and dug some more.

He found a pack of bandaids, a tiny notebook full of doodles, a broken up protein bar that happened to be Alex's favorite, and a pair of bulky headphones that were attached to an iPod Touch. 

"Oh, Alex, c'mon, let's just bring it to lost and found," Maria sighed the second she spotted his giddy smile.

"It's for research!"

"It’s probably illegal!”

“Shush,” Alex said, swatting them away as he unlocked the iPod that didn’t have a password, “Who even has an iPod touch anymore?”

“Someone whose things you shouldn’t be going through,” Liz said, giving a sweet smile when he glared at her.

Annoyingly enough, the owner didn’t have any pictures of themselves or even any friends on it. The background picture and the lock screen were both just a Jedi sitting on the Iron Throne that was so dorky that it was almost endearing. When he began going through the gallery, Alex was faced with really old memes mixed in with fucking math memes. It wasn’t until he got to one that was mocking a syntax error, though, that he found himself grinning to the point he had to smack his hand over his mouth.

“Oh no,” Alex breathed, his eyes widening. Liz pressed into his side to peer over his shoulder.

“What? What is it?” she wondered.

“His memes,” Alex whispered, heart thudding in his chest, “They’re funny.”

“Oh no.”

“I think I’m in love.”

Maria, ever the pessimist, rolled her eyes. “You can’t be in love with someone you don’t know.”

“Look, Maria, you don’t get it,” he insisted, “Whoever owns this bag not only has good taste in protein bars, fantastic notes, and is a coding whiz, but he has funny memes. We’re basically meant to be.”

“How do you know it’s a guy?” Liz asked, “Could be a girl.”

“Why are you trying to break my heart? I just fell in love and you’re already trying to take him from me,” Alex accused. Both girls laughed and shook their heads at him. It came perfectly in time to Alex opening his iTunes app to see a flood of late-90s/early-2000s pop-punk that caused him to gasp. “Guys, he has Sum 41, Sublime, Blink, Green Day, The Offspring, Paramore, shall I go on?”

“Yes.”

“No,” Maria corrected, giving a shocked laugh towards Liz.

“Oh my God, he listens to fredo disco, I’m sold, I’m genuinely in love. You said I wouldn’t settle down, well, this person has gotten me to settle,” Alex sighed wistfully. Liz and Maria seemed to both think he was simply being dramatic, but he was serious. If anyone was worth his time and effort, it was the owner of this bag. Who else would he find that was this perfect? “I’m serious!”

“That’s completely superficial. They could be a horrible person,” Maria said. Alex groaned, going back to the home page of the iPod looking at the apps. He had sudoku. Further inspection showed that his high score on expert was 8 minutes. What a fucking dreamboat.

“Well, we’ll see. We’ll find out who this belongs to and we’ll see who’s right and you can apologize at my wedding,” Alex decided. 

“Okay, fine,” Maria laughed, “We’ll see.”

-

Before Alex very reluctantly turned the bag into lost and found, he put a piece of paper in it that requested the owner to call him.

Parting with the bag was painful at best, but he didn’t know how else he could figure out the owner unless he turned it in. Besides, if he randomly did run into the owner while still in possession of it, it would be very difficult to explain that he didn’t steal their bag.

That night, Alex dreamed of who the owner could possibly be. He liked to think that he was hot and smart and good in bed. If Michael Guerin sometimes replaced his fantasy then no one needed to know. It was simply who was fresh on his mind. The fact was that in two days tops, Alex would get a call and he would find the love of his life. Simple as that.

Except the call never came.

“It’s been three days! He had to have seen it by now,” Alex grumbled, pouting helplessly as he walked between Liz and Maria.

“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” Maria said, squeezing him in a side-hug even though she was smiling.

“Which is so unfair,” Alex groaned, dragging his feet even more.

“Maybe he’s in one of your coding classes and has your number already and is scared to call you,” Liz offered. Alex furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why would they be scared to call me?”

“Maybe they’re straight. Or a girl. Or not looking for a relationship,” Maria chimed in. Alex pouted.

“I can’t believe I’m already gonna die alone.”

“Such a drama queen.”

As pathetic as he felt, Alex made his way to class and decided to check out every person there. He had taken a picture on his phone of the bag which turned out to be genius since he could easily compare it to everyone in there. Sadly (or maybe not since none of them were his type), the owner wasn’t there.

His last, ridiculous decision was to wait outside the classroom until the next class to see if anyone in that class had the bag. He sat there like a creep, staring a little too intently at each bag that passed. He couldn’t figure out just why he was so fucking desperate. Well, yes he could. There was something about that stupid bag that just felt like it was meant to be. He wanted that damn happy ever after.

How was he supposed to know that he already knew the owner?

Alex felt his stomach drop to the floor as he saw the bag on the back of a very familiar curly head. He ducked behind a stack of books before Michael noticed him waiting and let himself panic for a couple of seconds. Of course. Of fucking course. 

“Code red,” Alex hissed into his phone after calling Maria and Liz in a group call, “Code motherfucking red.”

“What?” Liz asked excitedly.

“I found the owner of the bag,” Alex said, pausing for dramatic effect, “It’s Michael.”

“Ha!” Maria said, “I knew it!”

“You did not!”

“Well, I knew he was good for you. Apparently, you think he’s good for you too, you just were too busy trying not to get to know him that you didn’t notice,” Maria pointed out. Alex let out an annoyed whine, stomping his foot on the ground.

“Well, what do I do now? He probably hates me for being a massive dick.”

“Hate to say I told you so, but…” 

“Could you at least wait until I’m not in the worst situation of my life?”

“Is it really the worst?”

The voice that said that addition was much deeper than both Liz and Maria’s voices and caused Alex to jump, dropping his phone and fumbling to catch it. It was a very, very embarrassing thing that was only made more embarrassing whenever he turned to see Michael standing there.

“Call you, huh?” he asked. Alex slowly lifted the phone back to his ear.

“I’ll call you back,” he said, quickly ending the call as he looked to Michael. He’d never felt so uncomfortable before. But then again he’d never really liked someone before. He’d spent days accidentally fantasizing about Michael while trying to fantasize about backpack guy and two weeks before that sleeping with Michael who had made him laugh like no one else even though he really tried to not get to know him. And now he really, really wanted to get to know him.

“So…” Michael trailed off, pushing up onto his toes.

“You didn’t tell me you were dorky on top of being hot,” Alex said instead of anything clever. Michael snorted.

“Dude, I tried. I tried to get to know you. I liked you a lot and wanted to date you. You pushed me away. And suddenly you find my bag and, instead of giving it to me, you write your number down, stick it to my iPod, and give my bag to lost and found. You might just be the king of mixed signals,” Michael said. It took a lot of Alex not to scream. He was a dumbass.

“I didn’t know it was your bag.”

“You saw it multiple times, Alex. Did you really not pay any attention to me at all?” Michael asked. Alex sighed and pressed the heel of his hand between his eyes.

“You know that MTV show from back in the day called Room Raiders where they would go through people’s rooms and decide who they wanted to date based on that instead of, like, looks or personality. Like, you get an inside view of who they are by the way they keep their space, you know?” Alex explained. Michael didn’t answer, so he continued. “Basically, I got that with your bag. I was being a dick to you because I thought that was easiest, but when I went through your stuff, I‒”

“You went through my stuff?”

“I realized I really want to get to know you,” Alex said a little bit louder. Michael glared at him.

“You’re a real dick.”

“I know.”

“And mean.”

“Yeah.”

“And you totally don’t deserve to go out with me or even talk to me again.”

“Fair.”

“But,” Michael sighed, “I guess I could take you paying for a meal as payment for you going through my shit.”

Alex snapped his head up. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Michaels said, smiling, “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.” Alex tried not to be too obvious about how giddy that made him.

“Yeah, maybe. So… Tonight, maybe?” Alex said, trying to sound smooth like he did the first time he asked Michael out. Michael just snorted and turned to walk into class.

“Call me.”

No matter how mocking his voice was, Alex still felt like he won the goddamn lottery.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #michael guerin fic #alex manes #alex manes fic #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic #my fic #prompt

[lofitowns]

a miracle and a tragedy - e. kaspbrak

❝ HE HAD THOSE KIND EYES THAT SAID ‘EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY’ ❞

in which you love him and he loves you. but that can’t save him. (fem! reader)

             fandom ; it (2017) / (2019)

            word count ; 4411 (it’s a long one boys)

            warnings ; cussing + character death :(

             (y/n) - your name :: (y/n/n) - your nickname

i haven’t written in forever! so here’s a little come back. if you see any mistakes, please tell me! i didn’t really reread this after i wrote it lol

     you love him, you do.

     You were 15 years old when you realized you were in love.

     1991

     You were sitting on your bed, paper and pens and pencils spread all over. You were seriously stressed out. Your freshman year was coming to a close and finals were starting next week and you had no idea what you were doing. 

     It was a Saturday, you should be hanging out with the losers but your dad had told you if you didn’t get good grades on these finals, you wouldn’t be able to hang out with them at all over the summer.

     You checked your bedroom clock, it was only 2pm. Your dad wanted you to study until at least 4pm. This was exhausting. 

     There was a sudden tapping on your window making you turn your attention to that. There was Eddie Kaspbrak. Thank god your room was on the first floor. He definitely wouldn’t have been able to get up if it was on the second.

     You raised an eyebrow at him as he waved through the window. You laughed at his big grin as you made your way over to open it.

     “Hey! Can I come in?” He asked, looking up at you.

     “Eds, you know my dad wants me to study.”

     “Yeah, well, I can be your study buddy! We have some of the same classes, I can help.”

     You debated it for a few seconds before finally taking the screen off and letting him in. 

     He climbed inside, almost falling to the floor, but you caught him. 

     “You’ve gotta be quiet though, my parents are just down the hall.”

      You studied in mostly silence for a while, every so often you would look up to ask him a question and he would already be looking at you. This made you blush.

      “God, Eddie. I’m so stressed out about this. What if I fail all of them and then I can’t see you guys over the summer?”

     “Okay, first off, you’re literally the smartest person in our friend group. You’re definitely going to pass. Secondly, even if you do fail, I’m going to come visit you every single day. And I’ll bring all your favorite stuff and movies and I’ll hide when your parents come to check on you. How about that?” 

     A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as the boy spoke. You felt like you might cry. No one had ever said anything like that to you before. 

     “Yeah, that sounds great.”

     That’s when you knew you were in too deep with this boy.

     and here’s the miracle: he loves you too.

     He was 13 years old when he realized he was in love.

     1989

     “I can’t go home like this guys. My mom will kill me.” The small boy, Eddie Kaspbrak, said with a face covered in grime. 

     “Dude, you’ve been gone for 24 straight hours. Your face is definitely on a milk carton by now,” Richie joked making Eddie’s face fall in terror, “Also, that puke smells worse than your mom’s slippers.”

     “Oh, shut up, Richie,” You interjected, Eddie noticed you were gripping the handlebars of your bike to the point your knuckles were white.

     “Okay, first of all, my mom’s slippers smell like potpourri, asshole,” Eddie retorted as everyone started to wheel their bikes down the main street of Derry.

     You all started joking, just like normal. Like you hadn’t just crawled out of the sewer after fighting a child-eating clown.

     Everyone started going their separate ways, going to their respective houses, until Eddie was left alone with you. Your house was just around the corner from his so it wasn’t unusual for you to walk home together. But, Eddie felt different this time. He wanted to make sure you got home safe and you were okay.

     Your words interrupted his thoughts, “Do you want to come to my house? To clean up so your mom doesn’t freak out even more,” You offered, keeping your eyes on the bike wheel you were guiding next to you.

     Eddie’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally answered, “Yeah, sure.”

     When you arrived at your house, you checked to see if your parent’s car was in the garage before dropping your bikes in the front lawn. Eddie watched you move the small cat statue on the first step of your house to grab your spare key. You unlocked the door and led him up to your bathroom, grabbing a towel from the hall closet on your way.

     Eddie sat on the seat of the toilet, following you across the room with his eyes as you turned on the tab, trying to get the temperature right, before wetting the towel and putting soap on it. 

     You made your way back over to him, kneeling down. When you started scrubbing his face, his breath hitched in his throat. He kept his eyes on you as you continued your work, focused. You also reached up and tried to get some of the puke out of his hair.

     “Sorry, I don’t think I can do anything about the smell. Or your clothes. You’ll have to go home for that,” You told him, turning around to get some of the grime off the towel. You also grabbed a few bandaids and another washcloth with soap and water to clean his smaller cuts. Good thing he didn’t have any major wounds, not like Stanley.

     Eddie’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. Not because of an asthma attack, not because he had just fought a killer clown, because the girl he liked was sitting so close to him. If he just leaned in... 

     The brunette boy cleared his throat, averting his eyes away from you.

     When you announced you were done, Eddie quickly asked if you wanted him to help clean yourself up. He wanted to stay here with you longer. He knew his mother wouldn’t let him out of the house until school started, even if he just said he was at Bill’s and fell into a puddle or something.

     “It’s fine, Eds. Go make sure your mom knows you’re alive so she doesn’t actually put your face on a milk carton,” You joked, sending him a weak smile.

     Eddie let out a small chuckle, his eyes trained on you. You let out a small awkward laugh, reaching up to rub the side of your neck. He saw you open your mouth to say something, but he just moved forward and took you in his arms.

     “Hey, you’ll get dirty again,” You pointed out playfully, but none the less, hugged him back.

     Eddie could have stayed there forever. He didn’t even care that you both smelled like sewer or that his mom was probably freaking out. He didn’t know what he would do if something had happened to you.

     He slowly pulled away, looking at your face. You were looking at him too.

     “I’ll see you later, yeah?” You asked, smiling softly at him.

     “Yeah, of course.”

     Eddie walked past you, walking back out your front door. Once it was closed, he let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. God, he was in love with you.

     you are allowed to have him.

     1992

     It was Christmas break. There were still three days until Christmas but Bev was leaving to see family in Portland tomorrow and you all wanted to give each other presents.

    You were squished between Richie and Eddie on the plush couch in your living room, watching A Christmas Story. Ben, Bev, and Bill sat on the floor in front of you, if you looked close enough, you could see her pinkie finger resting on Ben’s hand. Stanley was sitting on the chair next to the lit fireplace but was still curled up under a blanket. Mike sat in the chair on the other side of the couch, resting his head on his hand.

    You shivered, causing Eddie to switch his attention to you.

    “Are you cold?” He whispered as to not disturb the others.

    You nodded and in response. He turned around and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. He leaned over and spread it over the two of you. You sent him a grateful smile, your heart starting to flutter as he hesitantly laid his hand on yours under the blanket.

    You had had a crush on the boy since you started middle school. He had always been there for you, especially after everything had happened with Pennywise. His laugh was like music to your ears and you always wanted to keep a smile on his face.

    Your eyes kept switching from the TV screen back to Eddie, from the TV to Eddie. Your eyes finally decided to stay on the boy next to you. You felt like you hadn’t taken a good look at him in a while. His hair had started to curl more and it lightened a bit. He had grown too, you remember being at least four inches taller than him, but all of a sudden he shot up. He had stopped carrying around that dorky fanny pack when you started high school.

    He turned his eyes to you, meeting your gaze. He moved ever so slightly to be closer to you, fulling wrapping his fingers around your hand.

    The movie ended soon after and it was time for gifts. All of you moved to sit on the floor in a circle. You had done Secret Santa this year so you all didn’t have to buy seven different presents.

    “Okay, I’ll start. I got Bill,” You announced, leaning over to him to hand him a rectangular parcel. He took it and quickly ripped the wrapping paper off. Inside was a blank sketchbook and a packet of colored pencils.

    “T-Thanks, (y/n),” He sent you a warm smile, “I had M-Mike.”

    Mike had Ben, Ben had Stan, Stan had Bev, Bev had Richie, and Richie had Eddie.

    “And that means, Eddie had (y/n)!” Richie teased, nudging Eddie in the side with his elbow.

    “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna give it to her later,” Eddie retorted, a flush coming to his cheeks.

    A shit-eating grin grew on Richie’s face, “Oh I bet you are Eds.”

    Eddie groaned, putting his face in his hands while the rest of the losers club laughed at him.

    “Beep beep, Richie. And I told you not to call me that.”

     “But (y/n) can call you that? Suspicious.”

    It took a few more hours for the losers to start to leave. Richie tried to stay until Eddie gave you your present, but Bev made him leave, already knowing what you were getting. Eddie had asked her what he should get you since the two of you were so close.

    “Alright, what’s this thing you couldn’t give me in front of the losers?” You asked, pulling him down to sit on the couch facing each other. 

     Eddie chewed his lip nervously, holding the wrapped rectangle in his hands. 

     “Okay, please don’t laugh.”

     “Of course I’m not going to laugh, Eds.”

     He took a deep breath, pushing it across the couch cushion to you. You took it in your hands, taking the wrapping off of it. 

     It was a small brown book. 

     You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up at him. Eddie made a gesture to open it, so you did. It took your breath away.

     Inside were pages filled with pictures, notes, movie tickets from different times in your life with the losers. You let out a breathy laugh, smiling brightly as you flipped through it.

     “Oh my god, Eddie. This... This is beautiful,” You told him, setting the book aside and reaching over to take him in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you in return, resting his head on your shoulder.

     “Well, I’m glad you like it,” His words were muffled by your shirt, “You... You didn’t look at the last page though.”

     You pulled away, reaching over to open the book again. You flipped all the way to the back, seeing a picture of Eddie and yourself that was obviously taken by one of the other losers. You were sitting together on someone's couch, your head was on his shoulder and he had his eyes trained on you, a genuine smile on his face.

     Your eyes moved to a small patch of writing under the picture.

     Do you like me back?

          yes          no

     You let out a small giggle, reaching to the table next to the couch to grab a pen. You circled yes, closed the book, and pushed it back over to him.

     The tips of Eddie’s ears turned red as he opened to the back of the book. A smile pulled at his lips, passing it back to you.

     “Okay, well... Would you want to... Like, be my girlfriend?”

      You let out another giggle, leaning over to him and pressing a short kiss to his cheek. 

     “Of course, Eds.”

--

     Two and a half years later, you were all packed up for college and leaving in the morning. You had spent the whole night before with your friends, knowing it was going to be the last time you saw them for a while. 

     You walked back into your room from washing your face, looking around your near-empty room. You jumped at a sudden knock on your window.

     Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned around. A laugh fell from your lips, rushing over to the window to open it. Eddie’s grinning face there to greet you.

     “For old times sake, right?”

     Eddie climbed through the window and followed you to your bed. You both laid on top of the blankets, Eddie wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to him.

     Neither of you spoke for a while, just wanting to cherish each other’s presence for the last time. 

     “I’m gonna miss you,” You spoke up, breaking the silence.

     “I’m going to miss you so much more,” He answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “And after we graduate college, we’ll go away somewhere. New York, California, I’d go anywhere with you.”

     You giggled, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips, “I’d like that.”

     You stayed like that until the sun started to rise. 

     “Shit,” The boy whispered, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, “I really need to get home.”

     You nodded, getting up with him, “Eddie,” You called softly as he walked to the window.

     He turned around as you walked towards him and planted your lips onto his.

     Your hands cupped his cheeks, his right hand going to your hip and his left going to your cheek as well. The kiss didn’t last long enough for your liking when he pulled away.

     “I love you,” He whispered.

     “I love you.”

     As he crawled out the window, you didn’t realize it would be the last time you saw him for 22 years.

     and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough.

     2016

     The lights of Jade of the Orient shined down on you as you worked up the courage to walk in.

     It still baffled you how you could forget your whole childhood. Where you came from, your friends, your experiences. Eddie.

     When you did push the door open, a young lady greeted you and brought you to a room towards the back. When walked in, there were already two men standing there. 

     “(y/n)?” One of them asked, stepping towards you. Bill.

     “I’m so glad you made it,” The other greeted, taking you into his arms. Mike.

     You let out a laugh, hugging him back. “Yeah, of course I came.” You broke away from him and pulled Bill into a hug as well.

     Mike opened his mouth to speak when you all heard a voice behind you. You all turned around.

     “I am allergic to soy, anything that has egg in it, uh gluten, and if I eat a cashew I could realistically die,” The man told the waitress, making his way into the room. 

     He paused when he saw the three of you. 

     “Holy shit.” 

     “Good to see you too, Eds,” You greeted, quickly walking to him and taking him in your arms. He immediately pulled you closer. It felt warm and safe and like home.

     “(y/n/n)?” He whispered in your hair.

     You pulled away from him, giving him a warm smile.

     Bill and Mike moved towards the two of you to give Eddie a hug as well. You made small talk while you waited for the others.

     When they did get there, everything felt right. Richie hit the gong and announced the beginning of the meeting of the Losers Club.

     “Look at these guys!” Eddie exclaimed, pointing at Beverly, Ben, and Richie.

      Then you got drunk.

     “So, wait, Eddie, you got married?” Richie asked, his shot glass falling out of his mouth. You were sitting in between him and Eddie

     “Yeah, why’s that so fucking funny, dickwad?”

     “What, to like a woman?”

     “Fuck you, bro.”

     “Fuck you!”

     You let out a laugh, nudging Richie in the side with your elbow.

     “And what about you, Trashmouth, you married?” Bill asked, leaning forwards.

     “There’s no way Richie’s married!” You joked, holding your glass up to your lips.

     “No, I got married,” He answered, looking serious.

     “Richie, I don’t believe it,” Beverly retorted, eating a piece of chicken.

     “When?” Eddie exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

      “You didn’t hear about this?”

     “No.”

     “You didn’t know I got married? Yeah, no, me and your mom are very, very happy.”

     Everyone around the table lost it, Bill choking on his drink and Beverly letting out a loud laugh and covering her mouth. You threw your head back in laughter, glancing over at Eddie who’s eyebrows were furrowed.

     “Fuck you,” He pointed at Richie, taking a sip from the small bowl he was holding.

      Richie wrapped an arm around your shoulders and leaned into your ear, starting to do a Jabba the Hutt impression. 

     You laughed and pushed him off, “Oh, leave him alone, Richie.”

     While everyone was joking and laughing, Eddie turned to you. 

     “So, did you ever get married?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink.

     You shook your head, “No, I just... Never met the right person, I guess,” You shrugged your shoulders.

     Eddie nodded slowly, “Right. What do you do?” 

     “I actually work as a psychologist. I like being able to help people.”

     “You were always the best listener,” He told you, making you giggle.

     “So, you two are still in love,” Richie cut in, looking at the two of you.

     Both of your faces flushed before you spoke, “Beep beep Richie.”

--

     That night, you sat on your bed, blankly staring at the TV screen, it wasn’t even on. You kept seeing flashes of your younger self in your mind. A lot of them with a younger version of Eddie.

     You jumped at the sudden knock on your door. Your eyes turned to the clock on the nightstand, 11:53pm.

     You hesitantly walked over to it, cracking it open. There stood Eddie, looking at the floor. You opened the door fully.

     He looked up at you, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. 

     “You wanna come in?”

     He simply nodded, following you inside and closing the door behind him.

     You both sat on the end of the bed where you had been moments before.

     “Do you... Do you remember?” He finally broke the silence.

     You nodded, getting the hint at what he was saying, and he set a hand on top of yours.  

     “I still love you. I know I didn’t even remember you until a couple days ago but I don’t want to go anywhere without you again,” Eddie confessed, turning to face you fully.

     “Eds, you’re married.”

     “Fuck her. I don’t love her, not like I love you. She’s basically my mother and I would leave her in a heartbeat for you.”

     A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “ Okay.”

     Eddie grinned, moving his hands to cup your cheeks, pulling you into another kiss.

     you are allowed to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out,

     The house on Neibolt looked the same as you walked inside. The sewers felt the same too. 

     You emerged from a cave after escaping your fear. You were shaken but you knew your work was not done.

     “Hey, fuckface!” You heard Richie yell from across the room. Pennywise dropped Mike who he was holding and turned to your trash mouth friend.

     “Wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth, you’re a sloppy bitch! Yeah, that’s right! Let’s dance, yippee ki-yay mother-” He was cut off when Pennywise opened his mouth, showing him the deadlights. 

     A sound of distress fell from your lips as you saw one of your best friends rising into the air. You scrambled to get down from where you were standing when you saw Eddie run out of the cave behind Richie.

     “Beep beep, mother fucker!” He yelled, throwing the spike he had been given at the clown. 

     It went straight in his mouth. You couldn’t look away as Pennywise stumbled back, landing on another spike that went through his back. You let out a shaky breath, turning your gaze back to Richie and Eddie. 

��    “Holy shit! Rich!” Eddie exclaimed, turning back to the man on the floor. “Hey, Richie! Listen, I think I got him, man! I think I killed it! I did! I think I killed-” He was cut off. A scream passed your lips and everything felt like it was going in slow motion.

     Pennywise stabbed Eddie through his back with one of his claws. He pulled him off of Richie and dangled him in the air, making taunting noises. A sob left your lips as tears started to fill your eyes. 

     With blurry vision, you watched the clown throw him into a cave and you had never run faster anywhere in your life. You slid down into the cave, your hands shaking as you helped Mike and Ben flip him onto his back. 

     Blood was pooling from his mouth and there was a gaping hole through his chest. You knelt in front of him, Richie shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. You pressed it against his wound. 

     Pennywise clawed at the entrance, shouting at the seven of you.

     “We have to get him out of here,” You pleaded, brushing some of his hair from his face.

     “How are we supposed to do that, (y/n)?” Beverly asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

     “I almost killed it,” Eddie said weakly, “The leper. My hands were at its throat. And I... Could feel him choking. I made him small. He seemed so weak.”

     Mike and Beverly started making a plan when Ben came back and told you all there was a tunnel. The next minutes were a blur as you helped carry Eddie to a sheltered area while the other losers went to distract Pennywise.

     “Oh my god, Eds,” You whispered, pulling the jacket back to look at his wound. 

     “It’s alright, I guess you’ll just have to clean me up again,” He spoke, referencing the time you did when you were younger and when Henry Bowers stabbed him in the face earlier that day.

     You let out a watery laugh, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

     “You gotta stay with me, we’re gonna get you out of here, okay? And we’ll go away like we said we would. I’d go anywhere with you.”

     Eddie tried to smile, his lips completely covered in blood. 

     “I’d... I’d like that...” His voice trailed off and you let out a loud sob. 

     No, no no no no. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. You had just gotten him back and he was going to be gone again.

     “Eddie?” Your voice broke. He stilled but you could still hear shallow breaths. You needed to help your friends.

     Your pain mixed with your anger as you looked over to where the losers had cornered Pennywise. You shot up, running over to them and ripping off the spiked arm the clown was trying to use to stab your friends. 

     The six of you circled around the monster that had tormented you, calling him a clown. Making him small.

     Pennywise’s breaths were labored but he still brought out one more jump scare as Mike got closer to him. Your friend reached into the clown’s chest, pulling out his heart as he screamed.

     Beverly grabbed onto the heart first and the rest of you followed.

     “Look at you, you’re all grown up.”

     You all squeezed, watching him shrivel up and everything started floating up.

     It was finally dead.

     You let out a breath as Beverly leaned onto your shoulder.

     “Eddie,” You broke the silence, turning around and returning to his body.

     The rest of the losers followed you as you knelt in front of him, taking his face in your hand.

     “Eddie, hey Eds. We got it,” You whispered and when he didn’t respond, your heart shattered. 

     You heard Beverly let out a sob behind you, “(y/n)...”

     “He’s gone,” Bill spoke.

     “He’s alright, he’s just hurt. We gotta get him out of here,” You argued, turning to look at your crying friends.

     “(y/n), honey... He’s dead.”

     You turned to look at Bev, you knew. Of course, you knew. You didn’t want it to be true.

     “We have to go, come on.”

     You took the man you loved in your arms while Bill and Richie tried to get you to stand up. You cradled his head in your hands, crying in protest as they started to drag you away from his body.

     The six of you rushed out of the sewers, out of Neibolt house, as it was collapsing around you. You almost tripped from rushing down the stairs, Richie’s hand still on your arm to keep you going.

     As you watched the house crumble, you pulled against him, making Ben grab your other arm. 

     “He wouldn’t want to die in there,” You sobbed, finally collapsing from exhaustion into Richie’s arms. The man kept you standing, holding you and rubbing his hand over your hair as you cried.

    You were 40 years old when you realized you had lost your love.

     but you are not allowed to save him. 

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The Grind House - Chapter 1

The Grind House: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x  F!Reader

Word Count:  2201

Rating:  E

Square filled:  @buckybarnesbingo​ - B1, AU- Coffee Shop, @star-spangled-bingo​ - coffee shop au

Warnings:  None for this chapter, future smut most likely

Synopsis:  When Bucky Barnes stops to get coffee and warm up at your coffee shop, he had just expected that caffeine might lift his mood a little. He didn’t expect to fall head-over-heels for you over a game of chess.

Chapter 1

Bucky wasn’t exactly in what he’d call a good mood.  Even for him.  Which was saying something really.   He wasn’t exactly sure what it was that had put him in that mood either.  He just sort of woke up surly and everything was just annoying him.  He had been tempted to throw Clint out the window when he’d started up on a website he found that rated the Avengers on fuckability.

It had been snowing.  That might have had something to do with it.  He hated the cold and as the flakes landed on the ground he pulled his coat tighter around himself.   He had to get inside.  Maybe coffee would help?  Caffeine might make the word a little more tolerable.  At the very least coffee was hot.

He spotted a place up ahead and beelined right for it.  It wasn’t a chain.  Or at least if it was one he didn’t recognize it.  The walls on the outside were dark wood with gold inlay acting as both decoration and spelling out the words ‘The Grind House’.

The large windows of the store were all darkened so you could barely even see inside.  There was a fireplace though.  He could see the light it was giving off even from down the street.  Everything about the place appealed to him.

A bell over the door tinkled as he pushed it open and stepped inside.  It was warm and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air.  Around the store were shelves. Some contained the usual coffee shop merchandise - bags of coffee beans, decorative mugs, boxes of chocolates and French presses - while others just contained decorative knick-knacks like model ships and well-loved teddy bears, board games that had been clearly used over and over, and books.  Around the shop were tables and chairs of various sizes.  Small coffee tables surrounded by large wing back chairs.  Large round dining tables with hardwood dining chairs and a hardwood bench with barstools along it.  Each place had at least one outlet.

Bucky shrugged off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door.  This was somehow both warm and cozy and incredibly cool and yet was remarkably empty.  There was a couple sitting at a coffee table playing a game of cards and gazing at each other lovingly over their decks as they sipped on large mugs of coffee.  And one of the tables had five elderly women playing Clue.  Delicate teacups sitting beside them cooling.

For a moment he wondered if he might have just found his new favorite place and then you walked out from out the back.

Bucky was a practical man.  He had lived a long time.  Too fucking long if you asked him.  He’d seen a lot.  He didn’t believe in things like soulmates or love at first sight.  So he had no idea what he was feeling as he locked eyes with you.  It wasn’t lust.  Or at least, not all of it was.  That was there, under the surface.  Lust always was when there was attraction after all.  He just knew as the two of you looked at each other, that whoever you were, he wanted to get to know you more.

It was a thought that startled him.  He hadn’t felt that for anyone.  Not since… well not since he’d been taken by HYDRA that first time.  Even as he’d followed Steve around fighting NAZI’s obliviously to the fact that yes, he could, in fact, go through something worse than his first experience as a human guinea pig and German POW, women just seemed abstractly attractive.  Like a painting.  You might admire it, but that didn’t mean you wanted to date it.

“Hi, there.  What can I get you?”  You asked coming over to the counter.

Bucky looked up at the menu.  “Large Americano I guess.”  He said.

“You started typing in the order.  Like it black, huh?”  You asked.

“Like my soul.”   He said.

You laughed.  It was warm and somehow completely genuine considering you had had to have heard that before.  “With those blue eyes?  That can’t be true.”  You said.

“Truth is, it’s the only way I’ve ever had it.”  He said.  His face felt warm and for a moment he wondered if he was blushing.  That couldn’t be right though.  The Winter Soldier didn’t blush.  He couldn’t remember ever blushing.

“Really?  Do you have a lactose intolerance?  We have other kinds of milk.”

“What?”  He asked suppressing the urge to laugh.  “No.  No… I just… Haven’t I guess.  Just used to drinking black coffee from a pot.  And my friend said Americano was the closest to that in a place like this.”

“Well, they’re right.  If you ever want to try something new let me know.”  You said.  “Did you want anything else?”

Bucky had a quick glance at the pastry cabinet.  He was a sucker for sweets and it was rare he could resist one if there was something on offer.  He selected one of the chocolate mousse cakes and paid.

“Is that to go?”  You asked moving to the espresso machine.

“No, I'll have it here.”  He said.

“Take a seat, I’ll bring it over.  And grab a book or a game if you like.  It’s kind of what we’re known for besides the coffee.”  You said as you started up the machine.

“A game?  But I don’t have anyone to play with.”  He said.

You shrugged.  “It’s pretty quiet if you don’t mind getting interrupted, I can play with you.”

Bucky went over to the wall and looked over the games.  He thought it would just be a cursory glance.  A lot of these games he didn’t recognize.  Scythe looked complicated.  Sushi Go looked silly.  And what the hell was Cards Against Humanity?  Not that it mattered, that game had a three played minimum.  He had thought he’d just look to be nice, and then wave you off saying it was okay, he could just enjoy his coffee alone.  That is what he intended to do, but as he browsed over the games, most of which he either didn’t recognize or were too complicated for one sitting, he started thinking this would be a good way to get to know you.  A really good way.  So he slid a chess board off the shelf and took it to a small table with leather wingback chairs on either side.

He set it up.  It was nothing special.  Just a cardboard board with a red and black grid and very basic standard plastic pieces.  He set it up and decided to save time he’d choose white and make his first move.  He pushed a pawn forward two spaces.

You came over with the coffee and small chocolate cake and put them on the table beside him.  “Chess, huh?  Well, I’m a little bit rusty, but I’m game.”  You moved the pawn opposite his up so they were directly next to each other.  “I keep thinking you seem familiar.  Have you come in before?”

Bucky tensed a little.  Was this why you were being nice?  That little gleam of recognition from seeing him on the news or on television?  Would the realization that he was an ex HYDRA assassin make you pull away immediately?  Or worse kick him out of the store altogether?

He huffed and moved his knight forward so it sat just behind and to the side of his pawn.  He might as well do this now though.  Off like a bandaid.  It wasn’t fair to you to force an interaction based on missing information.  “No.  You might have seen me in the news.”  He took off the leather glove he kept covering his metal hand and flexed his fingers.

Your eyes went wide and you pointed at him.  “Oh right, right.  You’re an Avengers.  You're - you're - Captain America’s friend. Umm… Oh… James Barnes.  Sergeant James Barnes.”

Bucky smothered a laugh and shook his head.  “Yeah, that’s me.  I prefer Bucky though.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry.  That was overboard wasn’t it?”  You said as you moved another pawn forward.

“Maybe a little.”  He teased.  “It’s okay, that’s not normally the reaction I get.”

“No?  But… you’re an Avenger.”

He assessed the board for a moment and brought the opposite pawn forward two spaces.  “Yeah, but I haven’t always been.  People don’t forget easily.”

You tapped your fingers on the table as you thought about your next move.   “That’s not fair though.  You save people.”

“I don’t blame them.  I mean… what I did was public knowledge.  It’s not… good…”  He took a sip of the coffee.  It was rich and full bodied.  Bitter but not overly so.  He hadn’t had a coffee this good in a long time.

“I see.  Still, blame yourself huh?”  You said. “Oh shit, sorry.  I’m a busy body.  You can ignore me if you like.”

He flexed his fingers and didn't say anything for a moment.  “You probably aren't wrong though.”

“Maybe but I'm not your therapist.  You don't need analyzing by some stranger.”

There was a tinkling as the door opened and a small group of people came in. You moved your bishop out so it sat diagonally next to his Knight and got up and returned to the counter to serve them.

As you took their orders and started to make them Bucky sat assessing the board.  His fingers drummed on the table as he thought both about your words and his next move.  He took a bite of the mousse cake and had a real urge to moan with how good it was.  Creamy and sweet and a little tart.  He suppressed it though and just started down trying not to watch you as you laughed and chatted with the new customers.

You hadn’t been wrong.  He didn’t forgive himself.  He wasn’t sure he ever could forgive himself.  His hands were stained in blood and he thought maybe that was permanent.

He took your pawn with his and sat back drinking his coffee and eating his cake.  When you had finished with the other customers you came back over.  “Oh taking a piece while I’m not looking.  Harsh.”  You teased.

“Sorry.  It was just the best move.”  He said.

“That’s okay.”  You said moving your bishop to take his knight.

“Oh, rough.  My poor knight.”  Bucky said and you laughed.

“Maybe that will teach you.”  You said.

“So is this place yours?”  He asked.

“Well, I’m a co-owner.  Me and a couple of friends.  I’m the coffee person, and there’s a cake person and a money person.”  You explained.

“Who’s the game person?”  He asked.

“Oh, we all are.  That was one of the things that sparked the idea.  We used to have game nights on Fridays and we’d drink so much coffee.  We decided to see if we can make money doing that.”  You said.

“You still do that?”  He asked, taking your bishop with his queen.

“Dude!”  You yelped.  “Yeah, we do.  Here.  And it’s a big thing.  It’s our busiest time.  There’s a lot of finger foods and competitions going on.  You should come sometime.”

Bucky wondered if that was a serious invitation or just one of those things people say.  “Yeah, maybe.”

“Guy can’t be an Avenger all the time.”  You said and took one of his pawns with yours.  “It would be cool to have you.  You can play with me and my friends if you like.  Or if you wanted to bring people we can set you up with something.”

“I guess you can’t.”  He agreed.  “I might see what I can do.  You know… missions and stuff.”

“Yeah, of course.”  You said.  He thought that was a look of disappointment on your face.  He was pretty good at reading people.  That was something that had been literally beaten into him.  But what could you be disappointed about?

“I’ll try and make one.”  He said moving his other bishop out.

His phone chimed and he picked it up.  There was a message from Steve telling him he was needed back a the tower.  He groaned and drained his coffee.  “Shit, sorry.  I gotta go.”

“Was that them?  You got Avengers stuff?”  You asked.

He risked a smile and nodded.  “Yeah, something like that.  Sorry about the game.  I wanted to finish it.”

“Take a photo and the next time you’re here we can start up again.”  You said, moving your knight out.

“Really?  Yeah.  Okay.”  He said and took out his phone, snapping a picture of the board.  “I’d like that.”

“So would I.”  You said with a smile. “It was nice meeting you, Bucky.  Just leave the board and I’ll pack it up for you.”

“Thanks,”  He said getting up.  “I guess I’ll see you again.”

“Soon, I hope.”  You said with a smile.

He grabbed his coat and shrugged it back on, watching as you started clearing off his table.  Whatever had put him in such a bad mood was well and truly gone.  Now he just had to figure out whether he was ready to ask someone out on a date.

// NEXT

#buckybarnesbingo2019 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #coffee shop au #the grind house

[supernatural-rewatch-3]

The Monter at the End of the Book

Sam and Dean are investigating a case when things go sideways pretty quick. The man that they are asking questions of at the comic book store gets excited, believing that they are LARPing for the Supernatural books. Sam and Dean are mildly alarmed because this stranger knows they’re names and their M.O. He takes them over to the bargen bin (why did i expect anything different?!) and hands them the Pilot book. The boys buy all the books and go back to their motel room, reading them. Dean is on the bed with seven books surrounding him, reading Route 666 and commenting that everything is in there from him and Cassie sleeping together to the truck. I really hope Cassie never finds these books, I don’t think she’d be too happy. Sam fins the fandom online and Dean is even more aggravated, learning the books started publishing in 2005 and ends with his trip to Hell. He also learns about the Sam/Dean fans, and I’m with Dean on this one! I personally only have a few ships I like, and I tolerate many others but the only ones that I can’t stand are any of the incest ones!

Sam and Dean meet the publisher and she tests them, not wanting them to be making fun of ‘her boys’. Dean is very worked up, even mouthing ‘what the f*ck’ to Sam when she brings up him calling John. She asks if he’s trying to be funny and Dean is like ‘this whole thing is funny’ but not like haha funny, more like ‘this is too strange to be real’. She starts quizzing them to see if they are ‘real fans’. She asks the easy question first, the car which Dean is all too proud and happy to answer. She gets trickier with the next one saying ‘what’s May 2nd’ and Sam answers that one. Then she asks a really hard one, asking what Sam got on the LSAT. Even Sam has to take a minute to remember that one. She then asks an even harder one, which is what is Dean’s favorite song, something that would have only been mentioned in the books as exposition and not something most people would notice. In fact, that is the first new piece of information we as the views get because we knew he liked Led Zepplin but no idea what his favorite song was. Honestly, this kinda of bothered me watching it.

I don’t like it because I meet many people like this. Like you can’t be a fan of something unless you know every minor fact and detail. Almost like your not allowed to casually enjoy something but you have to be a huge fan and know obsessive amounts of information of it to be accepted as a fan. Hell, growing up I was a HUGE Dukes of Hazzard fan, and every time I said it some ass hole 40 year old adult would be like ‘Is that so? What’s the license plate on the General Lee’ or ‘who was the executive producer of the series’ or ‘what are the names of all the actors of the main cast’. I was like 13! I just wanted to enjoy the series, not play 20 questions and justify myself as a fan to be allowed to enjoy it! It really ruins it for the more casual fans of a series.

Anyway, I’ll get off my soap box now. The boys go to see Chuck (who we now know is God and find the title of the episode ironic since he is revealed to be the ‘monster at the end’.). At first Chuck doesn’t believe them, until Dean uses they’re last names and Chuck says he never told anyone they’re last name or wrote it down. He starts drinking, remarking that he is obviously a god, which we know is true. He told them and they were the ones who didn’t believe him. Sam says he’s psychic and that he just narrowed in on their lives. Sam thinks there is more to it, but Dean is starting to believe him, especially after reading about Sam thinking he was a dick in the laundry mat.

I find the irony interesting. Here, the boys meet God for the first time without knowing it. Dean, who doesn’t believe that God exists, is ready to trust Chuck completely and wants to get Sam out of town before Chuck’s words become true. Sam, who prays to God every night, doesn't trust a word Chuck is telling them and says he has to be wrong.

The next day Chuck calls them back to tell them a nightmare he had the night before. He tells them that Lilith is coming for Sam. Dean wants to get out of dodge but Sam wants to stay and face her. As they go to leave however they find the road is closed. They go to a restaurant and the two get into it a little. Dean expresses that he’s frustrated that Sam wants to do something as reckless as try to fight Lilith when they are not yet ready. We know from Yellow Fever that Dean is actually afraid of Lilith, and why the hell wouldn’t he be? She was the one who opened the door to let the Hell Hound tear him to pieces and pull his soul into Hell. Sam tells Dean he’s upset because Dean would rather hide than fight. There has been a few times where Dean has been more than willing to run from a fight, but the common denominator in all of those is when Sam’s life and well being are at risk.

Dean starts doing everything to make sure the book doesn’t come true, accidentally ensuring it does. Parking the Impala away from the motel which prompts people to try and brake in and brake the window, going to stop them causing him to dart out in the street and get hit by a van. Sam meanwhile calls Chuck to ask about the demon blood. He’s upset that Chuck says it would make him look unsympathetic. I don’t understand Sam’s surprise here. Pamela, Meg, a demon, and I believe Alastair have all expressed knowing what he is doing and have expressed that it is not a good thing. Meg and Pamela have both said that Sam is not doing the right thing, and now even Chuck is saying the same. Sam says he needs the blood in order to stop the Apocalypse. Chuck reminds him that the angels say that is Dean’s job and Sam remarks that Dean isn’t Dean anymore and he can’t do it without help. Chuck remarks that he doesn't think that is what this is about. I agree with him. Dean is the excuse here, but the real reason is more like Sam liked the power the demon blood gives him.

Dean meanwhile wakes up with a crowd of people around him and the little girl had put bandaids all over his face! He sees the Impala, the doors had been forced open and the windows smashed. Upset, Dean goes straight to Chuck. He confronts him and Cass shows up, explaining that Chuck is a prophet. Dean is freaked out and goes to drag Sam out of town but Sam refuses to leave. Dean goes outside and prays for help, and Cass finds a way to help Dean while also doing his job. Cass really does care about Dean and he’s already started to doubt the legitimacy of Heaven’s orders. He tells Dean that Raphael (because let’s be real here, there’s no way Michael is going to be watching a prophet) will attack any who threaten a prophet (interesting since Dean did it twice but I guess Dean wasn’t really a threat either time).

Dean goes to see Chuck, and Chuck says this isn’t what he saw. Interesting both times where Chuck says someone is going off script and going against what he wrote, it’s Dean. Sam, Cass, nearly everyone else believes in fate and destiny. Dean does not which is why he has no problem saying ‘f you’ to the written story and does his own thing (with Cass’ help both times). Dean tells Chuck he needs to come with him, appealing to his better nature. When Chuck still says no, Dean changes tactics. Chuck is such a relatable character here that I couldn't even be mad at him.

Meanwhile Lilith goes to see Sam and tells him she wants to make a deal. As it turns out, she won’t survive the war, so she wants to stop everything before it even happens. In return she wants Sam and Dean’s heads. Dean actually later mentions he wouldn't’ have a problem with that. The real Sam might have taken it if it was just him, but demon blood addict Sam would never. He’s too cocky an confident for that. He instead tries to stab her and would have been killed if Dean and Chuck didn’t burst in when they did, bringing Raphael seconds behind. Lilith then flees.

After Sam and Dean talk about it and Dean is actually highly concerned with how Sam has been acting and talking. Sam isn’t being Sam. Dean and Sam have both changed since the stint in Hell. Dean is more willing to back down from a fight, especially when it involves demons like Alastair and Lilith who put him through unimaginable pain. Sam is more cocky and confident, overestimating his abilities and willing to let go some of his moral high ground to get the job done. It’s already been established before that Sam’s moral view is the end justifies the means while Dean’s is the mean’s are what is important.

An to top it off we have Zach, confirming that he is hiding things from the boys and is manipulating them to make them do what they want.

#supernatural #the monster at the end of the book #chuck shurley #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #lilith

[bob-giovanni]

A Casual Affair - Part 11

Characters: Simon X OFC

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Mentions of emotional abuse

Summary: Violet has second thoughts after calling things off with Simon.

Notes: This chapter is a little long but worth the read, at least I hope so. Most of this chapter made me super sad to write but the ending made me feel happy. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Song for this Chapter: “Future Friends” by Superfruit (Spotify Playlist here)

It had been four days since Violet had decided that she needed to end things with Simon. Seeing Charlotte and him together just really got to her and made her realize once and for all that what they were doing was so incredibly wrong. Since Monday Violet had kept Simon away from her by saying that she thought she was getting sick. Things would just be easier if she was able to put as much distance as possible between them. But now it was Friday afternoon and today was the day.

Violet was sitting at her desk trembling. She gathered her things and placed them on her desk. She stood just outside Simon’s office door and read over the letter she’d typed up one list time: To whom it may concern, please accept this letter as my resignation from the position of assistant to the CEO effective immediately. Short. Sweet. To the point. Violet took a deep breath before walking into Simon’s office.

He smiled at her as she entered. She kept a straight face as she walked up to his desk and placed the letter in front of him. Simon picked up the letter and read it, furrowing his eyebrows as he read it a second time. He could feel his heart drop to his feet. His mouth was suddenly dry. He looked up at Violet who looked remarkably calm. “Violet, what is this?” She shrugged. “It’s pretty self explanatory.” Violet could feel the tears start to well up in her eyes but she did everything in her power to fight it.

Simon stood from the desk. “No, it’s not. I don’t understand at all.” Violet sighed softly. “Simon, please don’t make me explain. Please.” She begged softly. Simon could feel a few tears start to fall down his cheeks. “But I don’t know why you’re doing this.” Seeing Simon cry pushed Violet over the edge. “Simon…Charlotte has no idea. She’s so in love with you. I can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry.” With that Violet turned and hurried out of Simon’s office. She grabbed her things off her desk and ran towards the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.

Simon stood in his office in disbelief. He was completely blindsided by this. He slowly sat down and just stared at the letter. He stared long enough that his vision became blurry. Then he realized the blurriness was because he was crying. This hurt. And it was going to take him a long time to get over it, if he ever could. Violet ran to the train, crying the entire time. There were no seats so she stood in the middle of the crowded car sobbing. She had convinced herself that this was the right thing to do. But if it was right, why did it feel so awful?

Violet cried as she walked to her apartment from the train, not caring that people were staring at her. Once she finally got into her apartment, Violet trudged to her bedroom and changed into a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She crawled under the covers and cried herself to sleep. She didn’t want to hurt Simon, but deep down she knew she had done just that. Maybe she should’ve talked to him first. Maybe she could’ve made herself feel ok about what they were doing again. But ending things abruptly, like ripping off a bandaid, just seemed to be the best thing to do.

The next morning when Violet finally awoke, she grabbed her phone and saw that she had twelve missed calls and voicemails from Simon as well as twenty text messages. She stared at the phone for a long time before deleting all the messages without reading or listening to them. She just needed more time. Maybe she would be ok to talk to him again, but definitely wasn’t ready right now. She just needed to be alone.

Two Weeks Later

Violet had been holed up in her apartment for the past two weeks. She’d only left once and that was to go buy groceries five days ago. She wasn’t taking calls from anyone and didn’t answer the door for anyone either. Simon had stopped calling and texting her completely three days ago. Not that it mattered. Violet just deleted the messages. She had considered blocking his number but just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet.

A couple of days ago Rachel had started calling and texting her saying she was worried because she hadn’t heard from her. Violet replied with short answers just to try and appease her. But Violet discovered that didn’t work when Rachel showed up at her apartment banging on the door. “Violet Emilia Durand you open this door right now!” She heard her friend yell from the other side. Violet was laying on the couch and simply rolled her eyes. She stayed silent, hoping Rachel would just go away.

“Violet, I know you’re in there. You stink. I can smell you through the door. Open up right now. I’ve been worried sick about you, kid.” Violet groaned and used every ounce of energy she could muster to stand and walk over to the door. She unlocked the door but didn’t open it. After she was back to laying on the couch, Rachel turned the door knob and pushed the door open. She walked inside the apartment and looked around. Normally Violet’s apartment was very tidy. But now there was overflowing garbage in the kitchen. There were unwashed dishes stacked in the sink. The entire apartment smelled.

Rachel put her purse down and walked over to the couch. She stood at one end with her hands on her hips. “Violet, what the fuck is going on with you?” Violet didn’t say anything, she just stared at the TV. Rachel sighed and grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “Violet. Please talk to me. You’re scaring me.” Violet pulled a blanket over herself and curled up. “What are you doing here, Rachel?” She asked, sounding annoyed. “I don’t know how, but Simon found my number and called me. He said that you quit your job two weeks ago? And that he hasn’t been able to get in touch with you and he’s worried. And quite frankly, after seeing your apartment and seeing you, I’m worried too.”

“I’m fine. Can you please go away now?” Rachel instead sat on the couch as close to Violet as she could. “No, Violet. You’re not fine. Now can you please stop acting like this and tell me what the hell is going on?” Violet groaned softly. She knew that Rachel wasn’t going to leave unless she talked and that she would know if Violet was lying. Slowly Violet sat up and ran her fingers through her knotted hair. “I saw her, Rachel. Charlotte. Simon’s wife. I saw how in love with Simon she is. And how oblivious she was. I just couldn’t keep doing it. And I knew that I couldn’t just break things off with Simon and keep working with him. So I broke things off by quitting and ignoring his calls and texts.”

Violet could feel her bottom lip start to quiver. “But it hurts so much. I can’t stop thinking about him and how much he must be hurting. And to know that I did that kills me. But if I talk to him or even send him a text, I’ll completely give in to my urges.” Rachel sighed softly as she reached out and rubbed Violet’s back. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Rachel scooted closer to her friend and pulled her into a hug. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll talk some more, ok?” Violet nodded a bit. Rachel stood and helped Violet to the bathroom so she could shower. While Violet showered Rachel took out the garbage and did the dishes, she vacuumed and cleaned the kitchen counter, and even changed Violet’s bedsheets. She also opened a delivery app on her phone and ordered two bottles of Violet’s favorite wine. The delivery arrived just twenty minutes later.

Violet was in the bathroom for nearly an hour. Rachel started to get a little concerned but breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the door open. She watched as Violet walked into her bedroom and heard her open her dresser. A few minutes later Violet emerged once again wearing sweatpants and a too big t-shirt with holes and stains. Rachel smiled softly and waved Violet over and motioned for her to sit on the floor in front of her. Violet did so and Rachel brushed her hair for her. Once she was done, Rachel wrapped her arms around Violet’s shoulders. “Feel better?” Violet shrugged. “A little.” Rachel kissed her cheek. “Sit on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Rachel went to the kitchen and grabbed one of the bottles of wine and two glasses. “When’s the last time you had some real food?” Rachel asked as she sat back down on the couch.

Violet shrugged. Rachel pulled out her phone and ordered a massive amount of Italian food from a restaurant she and Violet used to frequent when they were in college. Rachel poured each of them a glass of wine. “Talk to me, kid.” She said. Violet took her glass and sipped the wine. “About what?” She asked. Rachel took a big sip of wine before setting her glass back down. “You know about what.” “There’s nothing more to say.” Rachel moved closer to Violet. “Obviously there is. The reason you feel this way, as I see it, is for one of two reasons. One you feel guilty for the way you did it. Or…” Violet looked over at Rachel. “Or?” Rachel continued. “Or you’re a little bit in love with him.” Violet shook her head. “I told you I’m not in love with him.” Rachel nodded. “I know you said that. But do you actually believe that?”

Violet pouted as she started to cry and shook her head. “I don’t know.” Rachel pulled Violet into a hug and held her as she cried until the food arrived. Rachel ran to the door and got the food before hurrying back to Violet. She set the bag down and pulled Violet into a hug once more. “C’mon, let’s eat and then I’m gonna tell you a story.” “A story? What like Goodnight Moon?” Rachel shook her head. “No, smart ass. Let’s just eat first.” Rachel reached into the bag and handed Violet a container and a fork. The two sat and ate in relative silence. Violet kept thinking about Simon, and about the story that Rachel wanted to tell her.

Violet finished her food and put the empty container on her coffee table and leaned back on the couch, rubbing her belly. “That was delicious. And now I’m so full I can barely move.” Rachel laughed softly as she also finished her food. “Good. You looked like you needed a good meal.” Rachel put her container on top of Violet’s and grabbed her wine, taking a big sip before getting comfortable on the couch. “Alright, story time.”

Violet also grabbed her wine and sat with her back to the arm of the couch. “Ok.” Rachel took another sip of wine before starting to speak. “So when I was fifteen my parents got divorced. And I took it really hard. It was even harder for me when my mom introduced us to her new boyfriend, John. Her and my dad had only been divorced for six months. It just seemed like she was moving on so quickly, ya know? It made me so mad that my siblings were so quick to accept him. It was like our father didn’t even exist anymore. I really resented her for moving on so fast. Even after my dad met my stepmom. But as I got older, I saw how happy my mom was. How happy she was with John and how happy he was to be with her so I finally started to come around. I was even my mom’s maid of honor when her and John got married.”

“Everything was going great. Until last year. I found out from my aunt the real reason my mom and dad got divorced. They had told us that they had just grown apart. That that sort of thing happens sometimes when people are together for a long time. My parents have known each other their whole lives and had been together since eighth grade so it made sense at the time. But as it turns out, they really got divorced because my mom had cheated on my dad. With John. The affair had gone on for almost two years before the divorce. I was furious. I mean how could my mom do that? My dad is the kindest, gentlest, warmest person I know. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. How could my mom betray him like that? As soon as I found out I completely cut my mom out of my life. Stopped taking her calls, stopped answering texts, ignored my siblings telling me to grow up and get over myself. I sided with my father completely. Then he called me and told me to have lunch with my mother and to just listen to what she had to say. So I did. For his sake. But I walked into the restaurant ready to tell my mom to go fuck herself and that I never to see her or speak to her again. But what she told me…it changed everything.”

“My mom told me that the divorce had been a long time coming. My parents were both only eighteen when they got married and she knew after she found out she was pregnant with my oldest brother that she had made a mistake marrying my father. She loved him and still does but they were just way too young. They separated for a few months just before my brother turned a year old. My dad was very religious at the time so he refused to get a divorce. My mom felt trapped. So she reluctantly got back together with him and had four more kids with a man she could barely stand to be in the same room with for more than five minutes. After my younger sister was born my mom decided she didn’t want to have anymore kids. My father, again being a religious zealot at the time, took that to mean my mom didn’t want to have sex anymore. Sex was only for procreation.”

“So my mom was sort of forced into this life of abstinence that she did not choose. But she lived that way for over a decade. Partly because she loved my father and partly because he refused to let her go. She felt ugly. Like no man would ever want her ever again. So when she met John and he showed an interest, she jumped at the chance to be with him. She told my dad immediately because she felt so guilty. He was enraged. But still refused to divorce. So my mom told him flat out that he may be ok with never having sex again but she wasn’t and as long as he wouldn’t touch her she was going to continue seeing John. My father knew about the affair the whole time. He finally came to his senses and realized that what he was doing wasn’t fair to her when she told him that she was in love with John and wanted to marry him.”

Violet was just staring at Rachel, knowing that Rachel had a point, but whatever it was, it was going right over Violet’s head. Rachel sensed this. “My point is, my mom cheated and it was shitty and morally wrong but at the same time, seeing how happy she is now, I’m glad she did it. First of all John is a great guy who truly loves my mother and would do anything not only for her but for me and siblings too. Secondly, I realize now that my parents were never right for each other. I can’t remember a time when they were truly happy. That doesn’t mean that they didn’t love each other. It just means that they made a shitty couple. But sometimes the right thing is only achieved by doing something wrong. I’ve known you since our freshman year of college and I’ve never seen you as happy or more alive than you’ve been the past few months. And even though I just found out about what was going on, even I know that the reason for that change is Simon.”

Just hearing his name was like a knife through Violet’s heart. Violet closed her eyes and shook her head. “Rachel, I can’t. He’s married. To a very powerful woman who could ruin him.” “I know. I never said it’d be easy. Nothing worth doing is ever easy.” Violet sniffled. “How am I supposed to get past the fact that he’s married? I’ll always see the way she looked at him, how in love she is with him, whenever I look at him.” “I know it’s hard for you because you’re so used to putting everyone else’s happiness before your own. But this thing with Simon is right for you. And for him. I only talked to him for a few minutes but the pain he was going through was apparent in his voice. He misses you as much as you miss him.”

Violet pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed heavily. She knew that Rachel was right but didn’t want to admit it. “Look, there is a shitload of food still in this bag and half a bottle of wine plus another whole bottle in your fridge. Eat some more and finish off this bottle of wine. Sleep it off. And then call Simon. Even if things don’t work out I think you owe it to him to talk face to face.” Violet looked up at Rachel and nodded. “Ok.” Rachel smiled and pulled Violet into a hug. She pulled back and kissed Violet’s forehead. “I love ya, kid. Please start taking care of yourself again. And call me when everything is sorted out, ok?” Violet smiled softly and nodded. “I will.” Rachel stood and gathered her things before heading out.

Violet turned on the TV and grabbed a bag of breadsticks from the take out bag. She did what Rachel said and ate more of the food and finished off the bottle of wine while she watched TV. Even though she still felt shitty, she overall felt better than she had in days. Maybe it was the wine. Or maybe it was Rachel’s words. Maybe it was the thought of talking to Simon. She couldn’t be sure but after the wine she was in no shape to talk to anyone right now. Violet stumbled to her bedroom and collapsed on top of the bed. It was still early. Only 9PM when she passed out.

Violet awoke several hours later. Her buzz was gone and a raging headache in it’s place. She slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, taking two aspirin and down a large glass of water. She got back into bed, sitting cross legged as she stared at her cell phone. Without really thinking she tapped Simon’s name and held the phone to her ear, starting to breath heavily as the phone rang. After a few rings Violet was going to hang up. But then she heard that unmistakable click of someone answering. “Hello?” It was him. It was obvious by the sound of his voice that he’d been in a deep sleep. Violet felt bad about waking him, but now that he had answered she had to talk to him.

“Hey.” Was all she could manage at first. Simon’s eyes widened when he heard her voice. It felt like it had been years. “Violet.” He said softly. She could her the sound of his sheets rustling as he sat. “What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” He asked, sounding concerned and surprised at the same time. Violet sighed softly. “I need to see you. Can you come over?” She asked softly. Simon could feel himself starting to well up. He never thought he’d see her again. “Yes. Yes I can. What time?” Violet looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was 2AM. “Now?” She asked. Simon didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Simon hung up the phone and sat on his bed for a moment, a wide grin on his face. He ran to his closet and pulled out the first pair of pants and shirt that he grabbed. He wasn’t even sure if he matched since he got dressed in the dark. There was no time to call his driver. He’ll just take a cab.

Simon grabbed a pair of shoes and put them on in the elevator on the way to the first floor. He ran outside and hailed a cab and within a few seconds was on his way to Violet’s apartment. He was nervous but was also happy for the chance to talk to Violet in person. He had heard back from Rachel that she had talked to Violet and that she was in bad shape but was doing better when she had left her. Simon hoped she was still doing better. It felt like it was taking hours to get to Violet’s apartment but really only about thirty minutes. Once he arrived he walked up the steps that led to the first floor of Violet’s building. Her apartment was the third one on the right. He stood outside her door for a moment and collected himself before knocking. Seconds later he could hear the locks being undone. After standing there for a few seconds, Simon took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside.

Tags: @collette04 @66psychotic99 @simons-thirst-squad@mwesterfeld1985 @negans-castle @neganismyobsession @laymetorest77

#Simon TWD #Simon X OFC #Simon the Savior #Steven Ogg #TWD Fanfiction

[ask-svt-hearteu]

soulmate! Joshua (pt. 2)

Anon requested: “pt 2 to the svt Joshua soulmate au?” and “HI, I REALLY LOVE YOUR SOULMATE!JOSHUA AU AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD MAKE A PART 2. i love you” (TYSM AND ILY TOO) and “Can you write a part 2 for Joshua’s soulmate au pleeeaaaasssse”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1381

Recap: any visible injuries like scratches, cuts, and bruises that you sustain appear on your soulmate and vice versa (part one)

A/N: This was requested and I’m so happy thank you! It was a bit different than our other cute ones so to make up for it, this will be the fluffiest!

Is he really my soulmate?

man does fate love messing with you

here you were feeling sorry all these years that your soulmate got hurt because of you

and here he was standing in front of you with the same cut on his thumb that you had on your thumb

and wouldn’t you know it? Fate really, reeeeaaally likes, no LOVES, messing with you

because after all these years of being generally careful to not get hurt

you, in your surprise, step back a little only to slip on the rain-slick sidewalk

and as you fall, instinctually you use your hands to break your fall

you’re suddenly on the ground

your palms are bleeding

you can’t believe your luck

“I’m really sorry- I- I- was surprised and-an-”

you stop as warm hands wrap around you as your soulmate gently picks you up off the ground

his palms are bleeding too

“It’s ok.” he says to you softly while holding you in his arms

you can’t help but want to cry at how comforting his voice sounds

he continues holding you in his arms, “It’s all going to be ok.”

he doesn’t let go for a while

Hansol introduces Joshua to you and steps back to give you both space to talk

“I don’t really know how to start apologizing to you.”

you look up, “apologizing to me?”

“Yea, I tried to train carefully, but as a trainee, injuries are bound to happen” he says with a shy smile

“I thought you’d hate me because I fell off my bike and got that huge scrape” you say in return

“No way. I remember that, I kept walking in circles wondering if you were ok and my parents kept telling me to stand still so they could bandage it.”

“Well I cried about it, not because it hurt but because you had it too.”

you both laugh, recalling separate memories

you give Joshua your name

“I’m y/n” “It’s nice to meet you soulmate” “It’s nice to meet you too”

he still has an arm wrapped around you when

you both walk into this big dance studio and Hansol runs off to grab bandaids

when he comes back, he’s not alone

“SHUA!” “Hyung!” “Is this her?” “She’s really pretty!” “Hansol told us everything!” twelve guys surround you and Joshua

“Don’t let him convince you he’s the normal one.”

“I hope you like freestyle rap. and pizza.”

“PROTECT OUR EEVEE.”

you laugh amongst the chaos, greeting all of svt

Joshua pulls you away playfully

“Yah! Give her some space”

they all back off except for a blonde hair guy

“Shua will always love me the best, but I’m glad he found you. He was going crazy. I’m Jeonghan, by the way, but you can call me ‘Joshua’s angel’ and no that’s not negotiable.”

Joshua laughs and lightly hits Jeonghan on the arm

“I’m looking forward to seeing our gentleman Joshua, dating someone.” Jeonghan says shooting you a wink

from then on you and Joshua are pretty much inseparable

as the gentleman he is, Joshua asked you officially with flowers

and you gladly accepted

 you learn that quite a few members have found their soulmates already as well; Jun, Hansol, Soonyoung, Jihoon…

you also hear from Joshua that about three days after you met Jeonghan, Jeonghan found his soulmate when they were having dinner

you love all of Svt, they treat you like family and always push you and Joshua together

maybe they got a sense of how much you two wanted to get to know more about each other 

you both have dates at random coffee and tea places around their company’s building

though he wears a mask to avoid media

you’ll both just sip your drinks and look up and meet each other’s eyes and then giggle into your drinks

or you go see movies, some in English, and talk about favorite characters and good plot points

or walk around in shops, pointing at random things you’d both want to buy

like these cool matching sunglasses or food and you usually end up with the food and later that day you’re both rocking those matching sunglasses

or stroll in the park or read together at book stores

you both talk about your day and how much you missed each other

yes, you’re that couple

you’re both always holding hands, or linking fingers when walking, or tugging at each other’s sleeves or playing footsie under the table

it’s sort of reassuring for the both of you

knowing that the other person is  there

when you’re both together, you both can enjoy each other’s company

you’re both a bit overprotective of each other as well

“Jeonghan!” Jeonghan turns to look at you

“Could you make sure Joshua actually eats when he’s supposed to, he told me last time he wasn’t feeling well.”

“Alright,” Jeonghan laughs, “it sounds like you already married Shua, y/n.”

you blush, but smile and playfully stick your tongue out at him

Joshua asks the others if they saw you waiting for him

and at first they tease and mess around with him saying you aren’t there

but he gives them a look

and they crumple telling him you’re in the studio waiting for him for your date

and next week you bring Joshua and svt chicken

“AHH GOMA WOYO, SHUA YOU HAVE TO BE NICE TO HER FOREVER.”

“Chicken, the fastest way to butter up your soulmate’s friends and get them to like you. Y/n, you have good sense.”

and when he sees you, no matter what he might be doing, he always quickly walks up to your side

“UGH just get a room then.” Hansol laughs at his hyung

“I can’t do what you and your soulmate do, Hansol.” Joshua cheekily fires back

Hansol blushes and you and Joshua laugh

you could be having the worst day ever, but once you see Joshua, your fears subside and when he hugs you, nothing else really matters except for the two of you together

sharing injuries all these years

made you both closer without you both realizing it

if Joshua got injured rehearsing and said it didn’t hurt

you could tell if he was lying

because you shared his pain

you’ll wake up in the middle of the night, woken by some unknown nightmare, tears ready to fall

you accidentally dug your nails into your palm while having the nightmare

the imprints from your nails aren’t too deep, but they look red

and your phone buzzes

it’s Joshua

you’re up aren’t you? If you’re still up do you want to talk?

he calls you and asks a bit frantically if you’re ok

“I’m fine… did you see the marks on your hand? I was just having a nightmare, I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s fine.” he says, relieved it wasn’t too bad

then he’ll sing you a song quietly

his soft and gentle voice carrying a sweet and calm melody

and you’ll fall asleep, your phone still allowing Joshua’s voice to be heard

and sometimes

you like playing with his hair

“yah, y/n, what’s up with you.”

“I just like your hair, it’s cute like a bunny.”

“My hair reminds you of bunnies?”

“Yea, because it’s fluffy.”

and when you next go over to hang out with Joshua in the studio

there’s a little bunny sitting on the couch next to some flowers

“For the person who thinks my hair looks like a bunny, now you can pet an actual bunny instead of messing with my hair.”

you cuddle the life out of that stuffed bunny

“Did you like it?” Joshua says from behind you

“It’s almost as cute as your hair.” you giggle giving him a hug

“I’m glad you like it.” he leans down to kiss your forehead

you’re a bit surprised and blush but you playfully scrunch your nose

“I’m not that easy Joshua Hong, you’ll need to buy me a few more bunnies first.”

“Will do, lovely.” he laughs

boldly you stand on you tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips

“Thanks for the bunny, I’ll give it cuddles whenever I miss you.”

“That poor bunny is going to get cuddled a lot then.”

“Nah because I have you too.”

“That’s right you have me now.”

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

#ask svt hearteu #ask seventeen #ask svt #svt #svt17 #17 #seventeen #jisoo #hong jisoo #jisoo hong #joshua #Joshua hong #au #soulmate #soulmate au #soulmate joshua #part 2 #kpop scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #kpop #kpop idol #kpop idols #kpop imagines #imagine #seventeen joshua #soulmate imagine #Joshua svt #soulmate jisoo #requested

[imaginesumo]

Do you have headcanons for each main character personality? Not linked to the anime or manga at all, as it's pretty different stories. Thanks!

alright i think this is about like, the playable characters of pokemon and their personalities? but if not please feel free to clarify with another ask and i’ll be happy to do it again  ( ^o^ ) - mod hau!

Main Character Headcanons

((the characters won’t be separated by gender, bc for the most part i interpret them the same way if they are in the same game, but there may b some rule breakers + read more bc wowie this is long!!))

Red/Leaf

- these are the quiet protag, very thoughtful and somewhat reclusive, and a lot of that has to do with their rival (Green/Blue/Gary) being such a show off and watching him lose face every time they wipe the floor with him, and they don’t want to end up being the same level of asshole if/when they get shown up

- they love nature, and spend a lot of time in pallet town just. reflecting. on themselves, their place in the world, the world. just everything. 

- the quiet philosopher, but also a large case of being the world’s biggest overthinker. gets caught up in the details a lot about things and fails to be understand the ‘big picture’ a lot of times

- needs to get out of their own head for a bit to get to know the world in an immediate relation versus the detached expression they feel before they start their pokemon journey

Ethan/Lyra

- childhood best friends, and are the consistently asked if they’re dating or smthn so they both have really snarky answers after years of strangers asking them. fan favorites are: ‘oh god, you can see them too?? i think they’re haunting me’ or ‘he’s a stalker i swear please call the officer jenny’s as fast as you can’ - its a tie

- the protagonist (the played character) is constantly jealous of the rival when they get the marill, and it kind of drives the protag away from their rival before the game starts. after, for some reason they always are anxious and compare their own bond with their pokemon to the rival and their marill (even when they have a fucking lugia or whatever)it’s a big source of conflict in their friendship and one of the protag’s biggest insecurities

- hg/ss feels but, i like to think the protag’s favorite time of day is the sunset just outside of goldenrod city and likes to sit near the edge of the water while listening to the cheesy radio dramas, and calls their family and friends up to let them know they’re doing alright (they spend the most time talking with their rival bc i think, even platonically, they depend on each other for support and love to spend hours talking)

- almost best friends who still have time to mature and work their stuff out, but until their journey begins things are just kind of weird

Brendan/May

- i’m gonna say this, i really did think that brendan’s hat was his hair until like last year, full naruto kakashi hair and shit. the kakashi of 11 y/o’s and pokemon. god what an awful hat.

- their favorite town is a constant toss up between lavaridge and slateport. they love the warmth that seems to just radiate from everywhere in lavaridge, but they also love the ocean breeze and the museum in slateport. once they can use fly, they weep tears of joy. the feeling and smells they get from those two towns make their chest constrict in such a strange and good way, they want the feeling to never end.

- loves the first evolution/cutest stage of evolution of all their pokemon. could care less that the second and third evolutions are stronger and have better moves, they love the cute stuff

- sucks at cooking pokeblocks, they always burn them and end up using up most of their battle winnings on just buying their party their favorite pokeblocks for a good battle or training day. 

- nerds who are very obsessed with capturing all these new feelings on their journey and how light they feel all of a sudden

Lucas/Dawn

- Research nerds all the way, these kids love learning and are obsessed with pokemon research and the protag is super jealous of professor rowan’s assistant bc lbr that’s such a dream job for these little brainiacs 

- I really associate twilight/evening with this game because that’s just when i always played it but i think that these two would love it and like really their color scheme and outfits just really go with it - they live for the aesthetic

- they love watching those little ‘tv’ segments about pokemon moves/abilities/etc. and probably watch nothing but the equivalent of pokemon documentaries anyway (this is basically confirmed i mean, come on lol, the game starts with a documentary on the red gyarados y’all)

- their favorite seasons are fall and winter, but they love early spring after they visit floaroma town and see all those flowers - and they develop a taste for honey too after visiting

- crisp kids you would find in a library or watching the equivalent of animal planet, and they are just so curious about the world around them that they see their journey as their first big foray into scientific research (they probably cried when they got their pokedex)

Hilbert/Hilda

- they’re eternally lost without their best friends, cheren and bianca

- like really, i’d like to say they are all bad ass and stoic, but really their main goal is to just catch back up with their friends and hang out like they did before they go their pokemon and started this big old journey

- has a sinking feeling a lot of times that this journey was the end of something rather than a beginning, and tries to fill the void with pokemon when they can’t call their friends on the x-transceiver

- has…confused feelings about n. because, after spending so much time trying to catch up to their friends, they thought they could slow down and spend some time with this new fast friend who seemed to want to slow down too. it was a confusing friendship but, they still call it a friendship despite everything.

- comes home after the journey feeling not as content as they were before. not like they’re missing something because of the journey, but more like they found out they were missing out on something all along - probably goes on a few more journeys to find it before they call it quits

Nate/Rosa

- Gaymer kids

- for real tho, these kids were shut ins who only really went out to get new videogames/junkfood when their mom wasn’t forcing them to eat healthy or at least not play videogames for 18 uninterrupted hours

- they don’t do well with the grime of being outdoors too well, but they love visiting the other cities - they love the night/early evening when the whole place just lights up, and they really love just staring at it or taking pictures for social media

- have all the cool games on their phone, but along with emergency provisions (chewy granola bars and fruit) and first aid (hello kitty bandaids with a tube of neosporin) the rest of their bag is electronics: 4 different types of portable consoles, a digital camera, a laptop, a tablet, an mp3 player, and all their accompanying charging cords

- voted most likely to own a midi fighter

Calem/Serena

- the mom friend

- hates their nickname that their friends use but, they don’t like the idea of not having one so they will for ever be known as that embarrassing title they gave themselves when they were fifteen 

- straight a student, but doesn’t even try and doesn’t know why their friends get so frustrated around finals but offers help anyway, and doesn’t understand why it just makes everyone more frustrated

- its difficult when a lot of their friends compete with them, like the rival, and it can strain the relationship but their friends always have their back and the protag always has their and having a unstoppable force on your side isn’t always a bad thing

Sun/Moon

- sweet angel babies who deserve the world

- but seriously, these kids go through so much and are the kind of kids who can’t stop smiling - even when it would be appropriate to stop grinning like a fool 

- that’s part of the appeal, they’re like a magnet and a binding force of sorts, people can’t help but be drawn to this kid and somehow the people this kid brings together always manage to be just the kind of people the others need to be better people/heal

- so many close friends that they just call family, it’s confusing to an outsider but this kid really does love all their friends like family and practically all of the islands are in this kid’s found family (holidays are always so hectic tho since they moved to the islands lol)

#ugh i'll tag this in the morning lmao #but this was fun! #thank you so much! #mod hau #sun #moon #red #leaf #ethan #lyra #brendan #may #lucas #dawn #hilbert #hilda #nate #rosa #calem #serena #fuck there are so many children

[reidingmelodies]

I hope you guys like dad!Spence because I have a list of 15 blurbs and counting right now 🤞🏽

#my love for that man can’t be contained #just going about my day and boom dad spence and his fussy two year old who will only try things if he does pops into my head #putting earrings in and thinking about dad spence and his daughter making friendship bracelets #listening to music thinking about dad spence and his son making a Mother’s Day breakfast and they try to make all the pancakes look like #dinos becuase it’s the kids favorite #dad spence showing off his kids report cards to the team becuase ‘can you believe they got all A’s?!’ ‘um yes???’ #dad spence trying to learn sports because his daughter loves soccer and his son loves football and he wants to support them always #so he does a ton of research and buys jerseys and becomes a dad that screams words of encouragement from the sidelines even though he has no #clue what’s going on #dad spence being an awful cook but trying to learn so hard for his kids!! he makes them little celery sticks with peanut butter and raisins #homemade pizza nights where he lets them decorate their pizzas anyway they want #buying bandaids with all their favorite characters and calling them while he’s away so he can recite a bedtime story JUST 😭😭😭 #fic inspo #<- so I remember to add all these to the blurb list oops #ash talks