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rommahh · 2 years

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[oh no, am I the drama😈 I think I’m the drama. This is apart of my love on tour series, sorry not sorry. ]

“Five years?” You choke out walking into Harry’s office in his New York penthouse. Harry looks up from his laptop with shocked eyes. The realization settles in, his Marvel partnership got released. He closes his laptop slowly, rising from his chair cautiously.

“Five years?” You repeat voice rising.

“Can we just sit dow-“ He tries.

“No! How could you just do something like this and not talk to me about it?” Harry is taken aback not feeling like he has to reason with you.

“This is my career! I don’t have to hold back on anything.” He snaps. He leans forward on his hands that rest on the desk. You both glare at each other- tension forming.

“This is our relationship you prick! We are going to get married and now I’m reading that you’re going to be filming on and off in Australia?” Your phone with the news article is clutched tight in your hands.

“It’s no big deal, you’ll just come with me.”

You scoff, “I’ll come with you? I’m supposed to give up my life to watch you act in another country? Do you hear yourself?”

“Im not going to argue with you about this shit. I have a career to maintain. I wish you would be a little more supportive.” His eyes drop, sadness creeping up his throat.

“I am supportive!” Your defense came out quick, offended that he would say something so dumb. “So supportive that I dropped everything to come on tour with you!”

“Then why are you in here yelling at me? Why aren’t you happy for me?” He yells, face red with rage. That fury attacks you in full force making you flinch at his tone.

“Fine Harry. Tell me this then. When you accepted the offer did you think about our wedding or marriage? Did you think about our lives together? Our conversations of buying a new house and settling down? I know you’re a celebrity and you have dreams but what about me? What about my dreams? Why are you the only one in this relationship who can have the things they want?” Your tone is low, not matching is sweltering anger. “Why are we getting married if you can’t even discuss life altering things like this with me?”

Harry is left quiet, leaving you time to leave his office and slam the door behind you. You storm down the hall and Into your bedroom, your chest burning with the onslaught of emotions that were taking over your mental state.

You go to your side of the bed, your side of the bed where you’ve planted the roots of your being in this mans house. A picture frame of you two hugging sat on the nightstand next to your pill case and tpwk water bottle. In the drawers of the night stand were some of your magazines and a spare inhaler for Harry just in case he had an emergency. On the bed was a king size fluffy blanket that you often found your self burrowed under, when you are in New York, with Harry lying right beside you.

The bedroom smelled of you two. Harry’s oak smelling cologne and your warm vanilla body oils that Harry stole sometimes so he could smell like you.

This was a apart of your life with Harry. Your life with Harry. A life that he seemingly never wrote you into. Five years was a long amount of time for Harry to plan into the future. Did he fit a wedding into that five year plan? A baby? What about your home?

The bed calls to you to lie in it, and you do. Something settled into your stomach pulling you deep into your bed. It wasnt often that your depression got triggered by something, your anxiety was something that was easily triggered. Something about the way that Harry moved ten steps in front of you instead of walking alongside you made you feel low.

It was hours since your argument. Harry normally would go and comfort you immediately but today, he didnt feel like he was on the wrong side of the argument. He doesn't understand why you are being so pragmatic about this decision. Youre acting as If he won't take you along with him.

Deciding that he was done with the avoidance, he walks from the office into the bedroom. The room was illuminated by the slowly descending sun. He could see your body laying under the covers and you scrolling through your phone.

He stepped past the door to end of the bed where your feet lay. You curl your legs up making room for him to sit down.

“Are you ok?” He ask quietly.

“No.” Your tone was short. Harry’s head drops, annoyance running in his blood.

“Why are you being like this? I signed an amazing deal to improve my life, our life!” He snaps. You sit up in the bed looking at Harry as if he lost his mind.

“You signed an amazing deal? You signed a deal without any discussion with your future wife! We discussed marriage, finishing tour, children, not five years of filming.” Your voice is low, every word punctuated with fierceness.

“Why cant you just let me have this?”

“You have everything!” You explode. The anger reached its peak, burning, bubbling, and crackling to overflow from the volcano of emotions you are feeling. “You have everything. You have millions of fans, millions of dollars, you have me! What about me Harry.”

You start to cry. Anger simmering into sadness. Why wasn’t he hearing you?

“Im going to do this Y/N.” He finally says. “This is a big moment for my career. It could do so much for me.”

“And what about me? What about the life we were planning?” You sob. Harry feels bad now. His heart clenches at every tear drop that fall off of your face.

“We could move everything back?” Wrong answer.

“You want to move having a baby back? For your career?” You gasp. Harry shuts his eyes tight trying to form the right words. He leans forward to rest his elbows in his knees. “Do you hear yourself?”

It’s quiet again, the space only being filled with the sounds of your crying and Harry’s hammering heart.

He sits up looking at you. “I love you, I do, but I need this for me. I need you to want this for me.”

He’s desperate, grasping at straws.

“Fuck you Harry.” You spit untangling yourself from your blankets. You stand in a hurry rushing into the closet to find your travel suitcase. Harry stands quickly following you. You pack away your clothes haphazardly.

“What-what are you doin? Your leaving because of what? Please talk to me.” Harry felt nervous watching you cry over the suitcase. You stand standing parallel to him.

“I won’t come second. I’ve done it for year and I can’t do it anymore. Since One Direction I have come second. We haven’t gotten engaged because I waited for you to find a good place in your career, we haven’t even discussed a baby because I know you’re too distracted with every other thing! I’m sick of it.” You yell. Frustration seeped out through the tone of your voice.

“So what do you want to do then? We aren’t going anywhere and I can’t back out of this deal.” He inquires with a calm tone.

With shaky hands your hand hand goes to your left hand slowly pulling the ring off. Harry feels himself become sick.

“No please.” You only nod taking his hand and placing the ring in his palm.

“I love you but we are going in circles. Im not saying we should be done forever but maybe we need a little break.” You whisper. Hot tears roll down both of your faces.

“Why though? We’re ok? We’re ok.” Harry cries.

“Just a little break, I need to think and- and you have a show that you have to fly out to tonight. I’m going to stay at my moms back home and when we are ready- we will talk.”

This wasn’t something you expected to happen. You expected to be on the same page as Harry, after both the us and international tours were done- you and Harry would start your new life. There was going to be a wedding and a baby and a new house and now there seems to be nothing.

Part two

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically. “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up.

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.” He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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perksofhs · 4 years

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‘So... the weather?’

This is a little AU piece that was requested! The prompt: Hey could you do a one shot where harry and famous reader are in a talk show and he has a crush on her. Maybe he accidentally hurts her while playing a game and he feels awful about it orrr maybe the host put a video where harry says that the reader is his crush and he gets nervous and embarrassed.

Promoting a movie was all but glamourous. It was a constant string of 14 hour days, 5am wake up calls and repetitive questions about working with this person or that person with very little time spent discussing the actual plot of the film. The savior of press tours was any interview where you werent alone, whether it was a joint interview with cast mates or a full couch talk show.

You’d been on the Late Late Show once in the past and you had to be honest, it was so much fun. Your first appearance included a 7 minute long musical medley involving fifteen quick changes and you very nearly faceplanting the floor.

By this point you were sitting in the dressing room, your hair being tugged one way or another by David your hairdresser, with your make up artist Cam working his magic on your noticabley exhausted face. “Who am I on with tonight Maggie?” you ask your manager, realising no one had actually told you. Maggie looked up from her laptop, a smirk on her lips. “James told me not to tell you so you’ll have to wait!” she said smugly. You rolled your eyes, “Of course he said that, that man has to stop trying to set me up”. James was a good friend, the two of you having met a number of times through industry parties award shows. He’d always try and find the mosyty eligible bachelor in the room and push you towards them just to shit you. Suffice to say none of them worked out.

Once your hair and makeup were done and you were dressed in a cute but entirely impractical and kind of uncortable outfit, a crew member came to get you and walk you down to the stage. “Ok so once we get to the stage, you’ll hear James announce your name, walk down the steps through the audience, wave or high five whatever you feel like. Then greet James and take a seat, then he’ll then announce the next guest”. You nodded along politely, already knowing the drill. “By chance, do you know who the other guest is?” you say shooting Maggie a smug look. “Yeah its Harry Styles” with that your heart skipped a beat, you’d always found him attractive and incredibly charming which is something you had stupidly mentioned to James once or twice. “That bastard” you say under your breath, you didnt have much time to think about it though because not even 30 seconds later you rounded a corner and there he was.

He was a gorgeous as ever, wearing what you could only assume with a gucci knitted jumper with a delicate lacy collared shirt beneath it, his signature pearls hanging perfectly around his neck, and a pair of cream flared pants. The outfit was quintessentially Harry. He was chatting to another random crew member who seemed to be giving him the same speech. You could hear James wrapping up whatever he was talking about, you were too distracted to follow it, you couldnt look away from the man 8 feet away from you. “You good?” Maggie says, pulls you from your bewildered state, Maggie’s words also caught the attention of Harry who finally looked in your direction.

Harry’s eyes landed on you and unbeknownst to you he was just as taken by the sight of you. Realising his gaze was lingering, Harry snapped himself out of it “Hey i’m Harry, nice to meet you” he said, taking a few steps towards you, his hand awkwardly out for a hand shake, something Harry was already kicking himself for doing. You took his ring clad hand in yours briefly “Hey I’m-” before you could finish you could hear James announce your name, you let out a laugh “that’s my queue”. It was probably a good thing that James has inadvertently introduced you, who knows whether you could have actually remebered your own name in that moment.

You descend the stairs, meeting James at the bottom with a friendly hug before taking your place on the couch. “Can you also put your hands together for the incredible Harry Styles!” James proclaims, the audience erupting once more, you watch Harry interact with the audience effortlessly as he makes his way down the stairs, having a bromance moment with James before he plops down next to you, sitting closer than you had expected him to. “So have you guys met before?” James says, knowing full well the answer is “No we haven’t, we met briefly backstage” Harry says. He couldnt stop thinking about how awkward he’d made the initial encounter but he couldnt help it.

Throughout the interview it was all too clear that sparks were flying bewteen the two of you. Harry had talked about his new music, you’d talked about your new film, an anecdote or two thrown in from the both of you. all was going smoothly until about 15 minutes in when James began to look very smug. “Now Harry, I know you two hadn’t met before but from what I hear you have quite the crush huh?” Harry’s cheek went bright red knowing exactly what was about to happen. You on the other hand had zero idea what was going on. “And how would you know that James?” Harry says trying to pretend he has no clue what James was referring to. “Funny you should ask my friend, this clip might just answer that for you!”

Your eyes darted to the nearest screen as the clip rolled, it was an interview from the press tour of the movie Harry had been in last year. The interviewer had asked the cast who they’d love to work with on future projects and to your surprise, Harry’s pick was you. The interviewer then asked why you were his choice, Harry’s response was “she’s just so talented, every time I watch her in something I’m just profoundly captivated. Her on screen presence is incredible.” One of his castmates laughed, playfully poking Harry in the shoulder adding "If it wasn’t already obvious he’s got quite the crush! He made us watch like 4 of her films during our set downtime” before the clip ended.

Harry dramtically buried his head in his hands out of sheer embarrassment as the audience let out a series of ‘oooohs’ and whistles and James burst out laughing. You let out an laugh as you awkwardly fiddled with your fingers, not entirely sure what you were menat to say or do in that moment. "Well then Harold, go on, ask her out. Nows your chance!” James goaded. Harry was utterly mortified but wasnt the least bit surprised. “So... the weather?” the audience laughed at Harry’s miserable attempt at changing the subject. “Alright alright i’l drop it but you can’t say I didnt try! Just remember this moment when you get married ok?” James said, throwing his hands up in defeat as he got in one last playful jab.

The rest of the interview went awkwardly by, although you were a little distracted. Did he really have a crush on you? How could he have a crush on you? You’re the one who had the crush on him, surely he didn’t feel the same? James wrapped up the interview and once the cameras had cut both you and Harry made your way backstage.

“Well that was sufficiently awkward and I apologise for how uncomfortable I’m sure that made you. I’m honestly gonna fucking kill James for that” Harry said, you could only giggle in response. “He has no idea what’s coming the next time we catch up. In all fairness, despite how uncomfortable that whole ordeal was, it was lovely to meet you” the two of you smiled at each other. “It was lovely meeting you too Harry, no need to apologise, I bloody knew he was up to something. anyway, I have to head back to my dressing room, I’ll see you around” you say before starting to walk away. You only make it a few steps before Harry stops you “Hey wait! What are you doing this afternoon? This was my last interview for the day and I was gonna head from here to get some food. Wanna come along?” You pause for a moment to think about what the rest your day looked like before smiling back at him “Well, I had planned to go home and eat some left over chinese in front of a film... but I like your idea better. Swing by my dressing room on your way out?” Harry could conseal his happiness with your response, a giddy grin now plastered on his face “It’s a date, but we have to make a deal that neither of us tell James ok? You know how smug he’d be. Deal?” Harry said with a wink, reaching his hand out to seal the deal. You laughed as you shook his hand once more, this time a little less awkard than the first encounter. “My lips are sealed. Now you better not take too long, I’m starving!” you say as you walk away with a smirk and as they say, the rest was history.

Hey lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this one! And I hope the anon who requested it thinks I did an ok job! I havent done many request pieces. Also I know its not super long but I still think its pretty adorable. Requests are open, just shoot me a message and I’ll see what I can do! xx

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neverdoingmuch · 3 years

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now hear me out,,, an au where lan wangji is an editor who works for an erotica publisher and wei wuxian is essentially chuck tingle. (also lwj writes romance novels on the side)

wei wuxian didn’t plan to write erotica he wants to make that really clear, he was actually studying like biomed or something equally “oh wow my parents can brag to the other parents about this”

but, as frequently happens in wwx’s life, he got drunk with nhs, like really drunk and they woke up the next morning with a laptop on the floor beside them and loose paper strewn everywhere

they don’t really remember what they were doing or thinking last night but they’ve both drawn a bunch of really shitty and weird porn (the less said about the anthropomorphic version of wen chao’s pet turtle the better) and wei wuxian has like 20,000 words of an erotica story on his laptop

when he starts reading it, at first he’s like haha what the fuck this is so weird but then it turned out to be really good??? and nhs blushed at some of the ~sexy~ scenes so that’s how wwx knew he was writing the good stuff

anyway they’re sitting there, eating their hangover food and wei wuxian goes so uh my story was good right? and nhs is like yeah it was, top stuff i would buy it and wei wuxian goes what if i actually wrote it,,, haha just kidding,,,,, unless?

and in his defence he doesn’t actually write anything for the story for another like three months but then he finds himself in the middle of exam season and he’s like fuck it stress relief let’s write some erotica

he finishes the book and his exams (which he does well in but whatever) and then spends his summer holidays editing the book

when he comes back, he slaps down a paper copy on nhs’ desk and is like i finished it. nhs, thinking he meant his latest lab write up, opens it up to a random page and starts reading it out loud which was a Mistake

he trails off mid-sentence, and whips around to glare at wwx with all the wrath he can muster. it’s raunchy nhs says and just read it wwx tells him so nhs does

like 2 hours later nhs turns to him and says if it wasnt for you and the librarian staring at me the whole time i definitely would’ve felt something and wwx is like so it’s good? and nhs is like fuck yeah it is but i dont get what you want from me?

pretty much wwx passed out after exams, slept for like 20 hours and then woke up and went i should publish this and decided that nhs should draw the cover art.

nhs agrees of course and a month later wwx self-publishes bc there’s no way he can walk into a publishing house with his porn and not just combust on the spot and he decides to go by the name yiling patriarch

wwx clicks the final button to upload the fic and nhs just toasts him and goes yknow what,, this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to having sex and i’m proud of you

wei wuxian is the man who guarded his first kiss for the first twenty years of his life for someone special,,,, wwx definitely wants his first time to be special and there’s no way he’s putting out for someone he doesn’t think is important & despite having dated before, he’s never gotten close enough to someone to go yeah let’s do it so our boy is still a virgin

so wwx’s entire erotica writing inspiration comes from porn, nhs’ way too in-depth answers as to how his latest date went and uh more porn

wwx blusters about a bit bc how is he meant to respond to that and nhs is like maybe you’ll finally move on from reading those trashy romance novels and read something more exciting and wwx is like how dare you call them trashy!! hanguang-jun is a master of the romance novels!! he understands the heart in a way that no other person has ever!!

and nhs just chugs a bunch of wine and is like yeah hon okay, do you still blush when the main characters hold hands? and wwx is like no! of course not! (it’s a lie, he blushes a lot)

so nothing really happens with the book at first and wwx forgets about it for the most part but then he wakes up one morning and he’s got an extra like RMB 1000 (i dont actually know much about currency so it’s roughly $200 if my quick interneting is legit)

wwx is like wtf? and once he finds out it’s from his novel he’s doubly like wtf? but then he finds out that someone had purchased his book and did a dramatic reading on youtube bc wwx decided that regular erotica was boring and decided to make it satirical or whatever and people loved it??

he’s got nothing better to do so he just goes hm yeah remember that Author i dated who had an “incredible idea that would absolutely amaze The Critics and helped explore his own convoluted mind” let’s make something of that and he writes another book kinda mocking that idea in a very horny way.

he publishes it and someone writes a review of his two books on their blog and now he’s actually starting to get popular - he’s got more money from those two books than he did by working at the local cafe for the whole week

wwx is poor and broke and semi-disowned anyway by this point so he goes fuck it and spends every moment he’s not studying writing erotica.

he publishes another like five books by the time the year is out (i know the maths isnt working here but this is a book world where wwx can just do that via the power of loneliness and friends who egg you on)

also?? he varies his books. some of them are porn parody things a la chuck tingle and some of them are genuine porn and one book was just him writing a recipe book but making it sound as horny as possible

by the time he’s published his like 8th book or so he starts getting reviews that are critiquing his book and most of them boil down to the fact that he needs an editor or something

he ends up asking nhs for help and he’s like oh sweet my brother’s boyfriend works for a publisher who does that sort of thing

cloud recesses actually specialises in erotica and i hate the idea that lqr has spent years reading and editing erotica but sacrifices must be made

(side note that i know nothing about the writing or publishing process so pls don’t judge me too harshly)

wwx goes in with his latest manuscript and ends up arriving like ten minutes late, he rushes into the room sweaty and hot, takes one look at the guy sitting on the other side of the desk, flushes an even brighter red and runs back out of the room. he checks the plaque on the door and walks back in slowly and goes hm i didnt expect you to be so hot

cue lan wangji

lwj has always enjoyed being an editor. what do editor do specifically? idk? edit? regardless, he enjoys it.

while most of the time he’s happy working from this side of things he also likes writing

lwj fucks. he deserves it tbh. but, while he’s had a tonne of one night stands and fuckbuddies, he’s never actually dated someone. so the fact that he’s writing romance novels under the pseudonym hanguang-jun makes his friend jzx laugh a lot

he tried writing porn once and he just couldn’t do it. it was always too clinical or vague and lacked any actual passion bc he was always going oh okay mc sucks a dick but the guy i slept with last week was like a 6.4/10 when it came to sucking dick so maybe mc should also be bad at it or whatever and it just ends up falling apart,,,, but romance he can do

as an editor lwj has pretty high standards for good erotica but he’s really found himself enjoying yiling patriarch’s work even though he’s clearly just been editing himself so when the guy sent cloud recesses an email asking whether they’d be interested in his latest book lwj was ecstatic.

he also didnt expect wwx to be so hot

anyway,,, we now get to enjoy a week of lwj thinking that wwx is super hot but even more annoying and then him deciding that annoying is hot and now wwx is just absolutely amazing and wwx is just panicking the entire time

i want my publisher to rail me so hard wwx texts nhs and nhs just responds has he read the bdsm scene with the alien who has a tentacle dick and a knot yet? and wwx is like no??? nhs just goes shame, it will give him so ideas for if you ever grow a backbone and just ask him out

they publish one book together and nothing happened between them the entire time other than yearning and horniness,, of the heart and body.

when wwx realises this means that he won’t get to see lwj again he immediately writes a new book and like a month later he’s back in lwj’s office, lying on his couch while whining about the cafeteria prices at university

lwj is very enamoured by the fact that wwx is writing erotica and studying biomed bc wow

they do this for like another three books and wwx’s eroticas evolve from here’s a dinosaur man fucking a politician while a mary sue watches on to be like here’s a dinosaur man with black hair and golden eyes and a stern look to his face fucking a politician while a mary sue watches on

and hanguang-jun’s latest book?? i dont want to say that this au’s version of wangxian is hanguang-jun finally finding inspiration to write porn (his muse is wwx of course) and writing the most amazing porn with feelings and plot novel ever,, but it is.

wwx read it five times in the first week and when nhs finally tried to read it he was like uhhh wwx are you a narcissist, the love interest is exactly like you? and wwx is like ??? no???? he’s nothing like me??

anyway one day wwx gets called into lxc’s office and lxc is like so i’ve read your latest book (not the dinosaur man, a serious one with like normal people and not overly humorous thank fuck but still full of lwj yearning) and wwx is like okay? and lxc goes yes, see i was worried that you didn’t care very much for my brother but after reading your book i’m not so sure and wwx gets the weirdest shovel talk ever which is interspersed with like compliments for his porn writing skills

anyway lxc accidentally mentions that lwj writes books too and before he can take it back wwx is like who??? and lxc is like are you fucking stupid?? you told lwj to his face that you loved his books,,, he broke his theme of tender romance to write kinky sex with a character that’s a lot like you and wwx is like .,,,,,,,,, hanguang-jun??? HANGUANG-JUN???!!

lxc barely manages to confirm it before wwx is sprinting out of his office and across to find lwj.

regretfully for everyone else, lwj is in the lobby so thirty people get to hear it when wwx comes in and shouts LAN ZHAN!! back then, i really wanted write porn about you! ... i think i have actually? but i want to write porn about you and i want to be able to do the research to make it accurate! and i also want to go on dates and hold hands and feed each other food! and i love you a lot!

lwj is dying inside bc his brother’s bf is there, his uncle is currently waiting for the elevators and a whole bunch of staff are also there but also wwx likes him??? dinosaur man was lwj??

he goes over and they make out for a really long time right there in the middle of the lobby but no one wants to get between them when they’ve been pining for so long

after that they start dating and they do all the romantic stuff but also,, let’s just say that the next book wwx publishes is a lot more creative than all of his previous books

and they become some writing power couple with horniness of the heart and body and sometimes wwx will be like hey lwj i don’t really know how the logistics of this sex scene will work and lwj will be like we could try it out ourselves? and wwx just pats him on the head and is like im sorry but you dont have enough dicks for it to work ),: better luck next time

#mdzs #modao zushi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #im so sorry everyone #i just got the idea and it wouldnt leave me alone #cql #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #have i read any erotica? no. have i read any chuck tingle? also no. am i an editor? no #so this is gonna be very shit #this is why people should be sending me prompts instead of me just writin shit myself #nsfw-ish?

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shotokimchi · 4 years

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Heartless (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) vs (Kirishima x Fem!Reader)

Summary: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST...

A/n: If you have any ideas for me, please dont be shy and message me! I will gladly write for you. Please make sure to check it out Spices and Love HERE!

You were sitting in your room, with red puffy eyes and messy hair. Your clean and cute room was now a mess. When you were about to wash your face you got a notification, sighing you made your way towards the phone, it was a message from Kirishima. Kirishima tried to reach you for hours but you left him on read, you didnt wanted to see anyone at the moment. Then you heard a knock on your door and sighed “I wanna be alone.” Your voice cracked at the end and your face turned into a scowl. *Ugh, i feel sick.* then you heard the knock again and slapped your forehead “What do you-” Your words died in your throat and you saw a familiar brunette. It was her, the one who ruined everything, the one who told you that she was your best friend then stabbed you on the back. You tried to slam the door shut but she immediately pushed it back “Y/n, please listen!” You felt the anger rising, when you were angry you were way too scary, sometimes even Bakugou looked soft compared to you. “Leave, now!” You screamed and tried to close the door then you heard a 3rd voice “Uraraka-san, stop it!” It was Momo, she was your everything. You gave a sigh of relief and continued to push the door, then Momo grabbed Uraraka’s arm and tried to yank her back without hurting her. “Wait, i need to talk to her!” She tried to reach towards the door but Momo tightened her hold on Uraraka’s arm and replied “She needs some time right now, dont push things.” Uraraka sighed and left. Momo’s room was next to yours so it made her hear every single thing that happened around you. When Uraraka’s figure dissapeared she immediately knocked on your door “Y/n-chan, its me.” She waited and the door slowly opened “Momo-chan...” Your eyes started to water and she pulled you into a hug. “Lets go inside” she smiled and holded your hand. When she saw your room her mouth was on the floor, you were a clean and organised person but now the tissues, and the glass of the broken lamp was everywhere. “Y/n-chan you cant walk around, you can cut your toes!” She called Mina and Jirou for help and five minutes later they were in front of your door. Mina pulled you into a tight hug and Jirou patted your head with a small smile, Mina tried to lift your spirits so she tried to give her biggest smile “Let’s clean!” You tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. When you bent down to pick up the tissues Jirou crouched down beside you and grabbed your hand “No, you go sit on the bed!” the other two nodded and you sighed “But, i cant let you clean my room, i wanna help.” Momo cupped your cheek and smiled “You are tired Y/n-chan, please go sit.” You gave a defeated sigh and plopped down on your bed. When you started to wiggle your toes Mina turned to look at you and gasped in shock “Y/n-chan, your feet?!” When Momo and Jirou turned to look at you their face turned pale and you raised a brow “What about my fe-” You saw the cuts under them caused by the glass of your nightstand lamp. “I-i didnt noticed.” Mina frowned and putted her hands on her hips “Thats it! Im calling Kirishima!” You tried to get up but after looking under your feet, you realised the pain. Kirishima was one of your best friends so you knew that he was going to get more worried than he needed to “N-no!” But you were too late, Mina dialed his number and told your situation and after 3 minutes you heard loud bangs and slapped your forehead, when Mina turned the doorknob Kirishima barged in and ran towards you “Y/n!” He grabbed your shoulders and started to examine you “K-kiri, im fine!” He looked at you with worry and sadness. You sighed and pulled him into a hug “Why were you ignoring my texts?!” He raised his voice but regretted it, he was just trying to understand what happened. “Im sorry, Kiri...” He sighed and flicked your forehead “Y/n, i should be the one who’s apologising.” You immediately understood where he was getting at so you pinched his cheeks “Dont you dare blame yourself Kirishima Eijiro!” He felt guilty and it wasnt even his fault it was his best friend’s. “Owieee!” He grabbed your wrists and tried to stop you then you started to giggle and his eyes softened. You were finally laughing...

After Kirishima got a call from Mina, Bakugou saw the worry in his eyes and immediately understood that it was about you, shitty hair was trying to reach your for hours. Kaminari sighed loudly and looked at Sero “I wonder what happened.” Sero shrugged and looked at Bakugou “What are you looking at?” He barked and Sero frowned. Kaminari sighed and looked at Bakugou “Dude, chill.” Bakugou scoffed and got up from his seat “Im going to my room, i dont wanna deal with anyone.” He walked towards the elevator and left.

“Y/n, can you tell us what happened?” Jirou asked, you were sitting on your bed with Momo and Jirou, Mina and Kirishima were sitting on the floor. Everyone was looking at you with curious but sad eyes, you didnt told them what happened but they knew that your heart was broken. You took a deep breath and started to explain as calm as possible “This morning, when i was walking towards the classroom... I saw Bakugou and Uraraka.” Jirou raised a brow “They were making out.” Kirishima’s eyes widened and Mina shouted “But you guys are dating?!” Your nails were leaving marks on your thigs “No Mina... I walked towards them and pushed him, i tried to confront him but i learned that...” You squeezed your eyes shut and Momo patted your back “Learned what?” Jirou whispered “I learned that he was using me to make Uraraka jelaous.” Kirishima gritted his teeth “This is unacceptable.” He growled and Mina stood up “Y/n!” She pulled you in a tight hug and you started to cry. Everyone in the classroom knew that you were in love with Bakugou for 3 years, at first everyone was shocked because you were strong and intelligent some of the guys from other classes gave you a nickname, “Unapproachable” some of them tried to ask you out but you always refused, your heart was screaming ‘Katsuki’. So when he asked you out you felt like the happiest girl in the world. “He tossed me out because Uraraka feels the same about him.” You started to shake and Kirishima couldnt watch you suffer so he got up and rushed towards the common room.

“Where is Bakugou?” Kaminari panicked bc of the harsh tone, it was Kirishima. He had never seen him so angry, he gulped and answered “In his room, everything ok ?” Kirishima gave a firm nod and walked towards the elevator, Kaminari looked at Sero and they both stood up “You guys stay here.” Kirishima said with a firm tone. Kaminari shook his head “Dude, we are in this together i dont know what happened but you are my best friend.” Sero nodded and tried to smile, Kirishima relaxed and thanked them.

Bakugou was laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, he knew what he did was wrong bc you always cared about him even when he was a jerk but his pride was too important so instead of apologising he avoided you like nothing happened. When he saw the broken expression on your face he regretted his actions but he had a crush on Uraraka. At first his plan didnt seemed so cruel to him, he was going to flirt with you, make Uraraka jelaous then make her confess to him. Things got out of hand and he found himself asking you out. He knew about your feelings and he hated himself for playing with them but when he saw the looks Uraraka was giving you both, he forgot about you and continued. He started to get touchy with you whenever she was around. There was jelaousy in her eyes but something else was there too... Fear, sadness and regret. She didnt wanted to stab her best friend on the back and Bakugou knew that, he couldnt help it, he wanted her. So today, when Uraraka wanted to talk with him, he got excited and forgot about you. She came with a serious expression on her face “Bakugou we need to talk.” He tried to hide his smirk but failed “What do you want pink cheeks?” She crossed her arms “Stop playing with my friend’s feelings.” He chuckled and answered “Are you worried about her or is it about your own feelings?” Her eyes widened and she blushed “This is not about us, Bakugou! You are playing with her, you know that she has a crush on you.” Bakugou’s smirk dropped and he sighed “Tch, i know that. Then why are you watching and not helping her?” She froze “I-i want her to be happy.” Bakugou wanted to laugh but controlled himself “I cant make her happy and you know that.” she sighed “We are both selfish...” Bakugou grabbed her wrist and looked at her in the eyes “So... what about it? Lets be selfish.” He pulled her into a heated kiss and thats when they both heard a gasp. Your eyes were wide, brows were furrowed and legs were trembling. Bakugou’s heart stopped, he didnt thought seeing the expression on your face would make him so sad. “W-what are you doing?” your voice cracked and you started to walk towards him “Y/n-chan please listen!” Uraraka immediately pushed him and tried to grab your hand but you avoided contact and grabbed Bakugou by his collar. “Why...?” Your pupils were trembling, he opened his mouth but nothing came out. You started to shake him “Give me a reason!” Uraraka grabbed your arm “Y/n im so sorry!” You pushed her and shouted “You are sorry because you got caught!” Bakugou crouched next to her and helped her up “Y/n!” He warned you with a harsh tone and your blood started to boil. “You asshole, you owe me an explanation, i loved you and thats what im getting for return?!” Uraraka’s eyes were glued to the floor, Bakugou looked at you in the eyes and opened his mouth “I never had a crush on you, i asked you out because... I wanted her.” Your vision become blurry with tears and you gave them a disgusted look “Y/n please!” Uraraka shouted but you turned around and left. When class started, he sat down he looked at your desk and it was empty, Aizawa came and told that you werent feeling well. Everyone in the classroom got worried especially Momo and Kirishima. They were clueless, he decided to stay quiet. *BAM BAM BAM* The loud bang on the door woke him up from his thoughts, he groaned and opened the door “What do you-” When he was about to scold the one who interrupted him, he saw his best friend standing in front of the door with bloody red eyes, Kaminari and Sero were grabbing his shoulders but when he saw Bakugou’s face he yanked them off and punched him in the face “You were my biggest role model, you were my best friend... How could you do something so wrong?!” He shouted and Bakugou groaned “Leave me alone.” He demanded but Kirishima continued to look at him with anger, Kaminari and Sero ran towards him and tried to calm him down but it didnt worked “Bro calm down!” Kaminari shouted but when he received a glare from Kiri, he stopped trying. “How can you play with Y/n’s feelings?! You knew that she liked you, how can you play with someone like they dont have any emotions?!” Sero and Kaminari was even more confused, Sero decided to step in “What do you mean Kirishima?” Kirishima turned around and glared “He dated Y/n because he liked Uraraka. He used Y/n.” Kaminari let out a gasp and Sero’s eyes widened “What...?” Sero’s question was more like a whisper. Kirishima only got angrier and he kicked Bakugou in the stomach, Bakugou lost his patience and screamed back “I cant deal with you right now!” He punched Kiri back and now they were wrestling on the floor. When they got too intense the other guys in the floor informed Aizawa and he separated them.

Mina’s phone was ringing, she looked at the contact info and saw Kaminari’s ID. “”Whats up?” Her face dropped and she looked at you, Momo and Jirou gave questioning looks. “Y/n, Kiri and Bakugou... They got into a fight.” You immediately stood up and rushed towards the common room “Y/n wait for us!” Jirou shouted but you were too deaf to hear it. When you arrived Kirishima was sitting on the couch with an icepack in his hands “Kiri!” You ran towards him and some of the guys turned to look at you “Y/n-chan... What happened to your feet?” Midoriya pointed at your bandaged feet and you shook your head “Nothing important Midoriya, dont worry.” Todoroki frowned but you paid no mind and crouched in front of Kirishima. “Idiot, what did you do?” You grabbed the icepack and pushed it on his cheek.” He hissed but gave you a small smile “I didnt do anything.” You sighed “Kirishima, dont get into trouble because of me.” He frowned and flicked your forehead “Owie! What was that for?!” He pouted “You are my best friend! I would gladly get into trouble for you!” Your eyes widened and your cheeks started to burn. He closed his eyes and gave you the biggest smile he could manage “You are important Y/n!” The mood was better and the other guys started to smile. Bakugou watched the interaction from afar and he realised that... He just made the biggest mistake.

A/N: If you want a part 2 just reblog and let me know! Also if you have suggestiongs dont be shy and message me!

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olliscowizz · 3 years

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Hi.

Since I have a lot of time in the train when I go to work I decided to use it better and write something about bc.

Ik i already started something but i can multitask.

Please note that this piece of fiction was wrote on a phone and i didnt read it again before posting.

Ehm… what else? Enjoy

I always wanted to go to Helsinki. It’s been a dream of mine since I was little. Something about the culture just really appealed to me.

Luckily for me I finally convinced my best friend to take a break from her girlfriend and we could spend a girlvacation in my favourite city.

Our flights were booked, our luggage packed and us two we were ready to take of.

After flying 5 hours from Switzerland Zurich zur Finnland Helsinki we finally made it.

The hotel wasnt a great distance away from the airport so we took a taxi.

After we finally made it to hotel and we cleaned up, we decided to go to a bar and drink our first beer here.

We made ourselves ready. More like I made myself ready. My best friend Karo wasnt one to put on makeup. She felt more comfortable in her cargos and bandshirts.

I om the other hand put on my decent makeup, black skinny high waisted jeans and a cute pink cropped sweater I bought for this occasion.

We googled the clostest bar to our hotel and off we went.

„Two large beers“, i ordered at the bar and the barkeeper promptly got to work and gave us our long awaited beer.

While Karo was already seated I paid for our drinks and brought them to our table.

„So os our plan to get wasted everynight or are wen going to do something useful while we’re here?“, she joked after seeing the size of our beers.

„Why cant we do both?“, i asked in return and was completly serious with my statement.

We both loved to drink. But we were equally as active and couldnt sit still for a long time even when we tried.

After finishing our rather large beer I had to use the toilet and on my way back I saw that Karo wasnt alone anymore.

A man was seated in my chair.

He had long blonde hair and looked punky.

Was Karo already so drunk, she started talking to people?

„Iris come one over!“, Karo basically shouted through the whole bar and I quickly made my way towards her.

„This is Joel and he lost his friends and wanted to know if he could sit with us“, she told me and I just said it would be okay if he would sit with us.

They started having a conversation about the band on her shirt. It seemed they both enjoyed their music.

Not wanting to interrupt these two I started looking around and saw five relatively handsome men making their way towards us.

I was always shy when it came to meeting new people. Complet opposite of my best friend, as you can tell.

„Joel there you are!“, said a really tall man.

„Yeah I wanted to look for you guys but I meet these lovely ladies indtead. Boys this is Karo and Iris!“, he introduced us and the boys started to introduce themselves to us.

I was always bad with names and decided to stick with Joels name.

„So what are two beautiful ladies like you two are doing in Helsinki“, asked a poodle looking guy, and pulled a chair for himself out.

„Vacation“, i answered him his question and looked at him like he was dumb. What did he think two foreigners would do here?

The boys told us they actually were a band and Karo was completly engaged in this conversation. They all were. Ecxept a beautiful man and me. He wasnt tol tall but had beautiful dark blond curls. I caught myself a few times stealing glances. I couldnt help it. He was too attractive.

Sometimes I thought he was looking in my direction as well, but that was probably not the case.

„Does anybody want anything more to drink?“, Joel asked while he got up and I immediately ordered a strong drink. I wanted to loosen up and be a part of this conversation.

Karo got up to help him with his drinks and suddenly i was alone with five men.

Thank god they are bringing strong alcohol, i thought and started to bounce my leg out of nervousness.

„You’ve been awfully quit the whole time, did we do something wrong?“, one asked I thought he was called Tommi and I shook my head.

„No I’m just really nervous around new people, that is all“, i apologized and looked at them apologetic.

In this moment the other two came back with our drinks and I downed half of mine.

That maybe wasnt my smartest decision in life.

The drink helped me. Maybe a bit too much.

I started ro engage in conversations and soon learned that these guys were really lovely.

After two more hours of drinking and just enjoying each others company Karo and I decided that it was time to go back to our hotel. We had sightseeing planned for the next day and we shouldnt be completly hungover for that.

The guys offered to walk us home, as it was already late and they claimed they had to.

The walk was only five minutes and I was a bit sad. The guys were amazing and the cute guy was well… just very intresting.

„Thanks for bringing us home!“, Karo told them.

„Yeah since you guys are here for a week we should hang out again soon! Here let me give you my number I will make a group chat“, Joel said and already pulled out an Edding to write his phone number on Karos arm.

This vacation would be very intresting.

#olli matela #blind channel #imagines #good music #musicians #tommi lalli #joonas porko #joel hokka #niko vilhelm #aleksi kaunisvesi #alex mattson #blind channel imagines #blind channel fanfition #scenarios

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slidewhistlebj · 4 years

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TUA Season 2 is finally here! I think it was a really cool season with some really awesome potential, but there are some parts that I think really didn’t work and this is how i think they should have been fixed

(Spoilers for Season 2 of the Umbrella Academy. Obviously)

i think landing the siblings in different years was amazing, they got time to explore themselves and we could see their personalities through what they did

On the other hand, they didnt devote enough time to those storylines so it never felt like they had a solid purpose (for most of the siblings), it was more to show “time has passed”

How did Luther end up boxing under a gangster? How is he adjusting to no dad, no academy?? He was alone on the moon, He was left behind by his siblings in the academy, now he is alone and in a whole other *time* like i wanna hear about that!

Klaus has mansion and a cult and had a girlfriend benefactor lady?? Like: lets get into that! if the show wants humor that can be amazing

but it can also be really interesting and deep for exploring klaus’s need for both personal space (physically and somewhat emotionally) yet also his need for positive attention from whoever will give it to him!

More on that alone now track: the opening scene with their fighting was built to get us hyped

it fucking worked, that shit was amazing

but along with wishing that we saw more of their individual stories, i wish some of their growth had been gradual

like Klaus should have been showing off ghost stuff with his cult which is part of why they follow him which would set up his new ability to summon and conjure multiple ghosts at a time

instead of it being a throw away scene at the end where he gets caught

or Diego could have been shown in his ‘alone in dallas’ storyline to be trying to escape multiple times from the asylum and in that, figuring out his ability to start affecting other peoples shots at him, etc

Stuff like that would have been a great way to both dive into the characters *and* ramp up their abilities

Moving onto The Commission who i absolutely love so so much

Hell yeah u funky lil time-space assassins

I think that the Handler should have stayed dead

her return to the show while awesome (because she is played so well by her actress) continues this problem for the show of seemingly running in place where things dont have consequences like they should

I also think her return made a very campy feel to certain parts which is fine, the story should have fun! but it doesnt fit with the vibe very well with the other more serious plots

Imagine a storyline where the Handler is replaced by Carmichael, a competent replacement with no close personal relationship to Five

A head to head show down throughout the season of Five trying to outthink and outwit Carmichael and Commission Agents to get a briefcase

The misdirects!

The drama!

The action sequences and reveals!

More Screen Time for the Cool Ass Talking Fish 2k20!

All of which culminates in the board of directors scene but now with real weight behind it for the audience because we have been watching these two face off with one another for a season of build up

LET FIVE EAT THE FISH!

Giving that scene to the handler was the worst part of the whole season, u cant change my mind bros

This would also open up Lila to be more of her own person

Her storyline would change without the Handler there so that instead of being actively manipulated by the Handler, she has gone rogue from the commission to kill Five for her parents deaths due to previous planning and programming from her mother

(its only been 14 days for Five, a very normal turn around for him to desert, have the Handler tell Lila her version of the story, get killed, and have Lila get ready to take him down)

its generally the same plot, but Lila is more in the drivers seat

Going from tagging along with Diego in the hopes that Five returns for him to questioning some of her commitment to her mission as she spending time with them, etc

it could culminate in a reveal of her mother to Five and Diego and then a redemption where she helps them get a case from Carmichael in someway, looping her into the main plot in an important way with generally the same story

but skipping the pretty basic “obviously evil character is obviously evil but hero doesn't see it” trope that they fell into

I think that Luther’s arc in this season was awesome 10/10 gold standard

he was still him, but this storyline showcases the softer side of his loyalty and lets him grow from season 1 mistakes which is everything I hoped for

Comforting Vanya? Check

Being there for Five? Check

Being a voice of reason but still being a dumbass? Cheeeeeck

Diegos arc this season fell flat for me which was hard because he was such a main part of the plot

This whole season had a build-up trying to break down Diego’s need to be a hero (which they turned to a fucking 11 from last season?? he was not *this* intense last season, im not quite sure why they made the switch), telling him that he isnt / cant be the hero

I assumed this was leading to Diego having a big moment or sacrifice that proved that hero or not, he cares and the effort that he puts into all of these different things matters

But it just didnt??

He didnt stop the president from being assassinated, he didnt save vanya, at the farm he got trapped under a tractor

it just felt like the point was “haha see he isnt a hero”

which,,,,,,okay? What the point of that??

His involvement with the Commision was weird too, i didnt care for him being a part of that storyline very much, it just didnt add anything

Allison’s arc was just on the edge of greatness for me

it was an awesome choice to put in her in a position where she wasnt treated equally and show exactly what kind of person she is by how she fights back

her not using her rumors also seems very genuine and character based here like: 10/10 character motivations and work

My one complaint, like with just about all the partners in this season, is that she fell in love with a man and just had to leave him

which makes sense and they talk about it but like: she loves him, its hard to picture someone as loving and loyal as Allison just leaving her husband behind forever

Klaus’s arc just needed more *time*

He is a hella deep character but all of his story lines needed more time to be able to address that complexity

Show us more of the cult and his ghost powers being used there to trick and amaze and how he has been handling being cut off from the family again

I,,,,,,I understand,,,dave’s storyline

I get the time period

but fuck

that just hurts

I think Klaus not trying to rekindle his relationship with a younger Dave, but trying to protect him from the war was an amazing angle and it needed more time to get the full punch of klaus pulling out all the stops to save him but failing to really land it

Five

My Son

My Trash Boy

I feel like his job as ‘leader of the stop the apocalypse’ movement is good but that was his whole story this time around

He should have gotten more to play off of with the Commission (*cough cough* Carmichael) in his fight to get a briefcase instead of what felt like 10 hours of Five trying to herd his siblings and them just fucking up in someway or another

Five and Older Five was a cool dynamic and im glad they brought him in but again, it just felt like another long storyline attempt that didnt have a purpose as they ended the scene without the case or anything new

Ben’s arc was,,,,,strange

I love Ben and i think his interplay with Klaus is really cool!

But the writers made him fall in love which someone so they could give him a reason to want to possess Klaus which i feel like didnt need to happen

The possession was a good part of the season and could have been taken to some awesome places

It was rough and the ‘consent’ wasnt run entirely well but i think the possession is supposed to be on the line and not quite black and white

its Ben asking to take control of Klaus! That can be conflict! Thats good stuff right there! Ben is selfish! so is Klaus! thats a cool story to get into between them and see how they try to work it out

Ben wanting to connect with his other siblings after the small taste of being corporeal that he got and pushing Klaus for more and more of that freedom into possession territory would be A+ shit

and Finally: Vanya!

I think most amnesia plots are lazy and just a way to stall progress and reset a character so you can run a very similar plot again but this one seemed to genuinely grow Vanya’s character, even when she remembered

She definitely has more personality in this season

And while shes quiet, thats just who she is, she isnt as afraid to take space and speak up which is awesome!

And this stays when she gets her memory back which is very good, i dont want to see backsliding for no reason! Give me growth!

I have two complaints about her storyline though

First Sissy and Harlan

I love both of them and I think they are really cool characters!

Theyre pretty similar to vanya season 1, taking whatever is thrown at them which places Vanya in a more assertive position where she wants to protect them which i loved!

but their ending doesn't sit entirely right with me, just like Raymonds

These characters are in love and they all just leave each other so that the siblings can have a clean, no characters permanently added slate for the next season

it just makes me tired and i really want season 3 to have little to no romance if the only way the show can go about it is to do a love interest per season

My second problem gets its own section because it is the culmination of everything else i have said

episode ten

Vanya is strong af so any writer that wants big final fight needs to very carefully weigh out how to give each sibling their appropriately sized struggle so they get equal ability to contribute

Instead of doing that though, they did my least favorite trope: Evil Character secretly can do everything the heros can but better and without a problem or ***training***

It meant that they could do whatever they wanted with throwing commission agents at them because Luther, Allison, and Klaus were completely added on just to react to things

Five sort of got to do some fighting (<3 thats my lil geriatric 13 year old) but it was minor, he was mainly there to very obviously turn back time when the big bad shoot out happened

Diego got the most to do out of the siblings and it was suddenly knowing a new ability and doing it a little bit

I dont want a final fight to be trying to woo a bad guy to the good side because theyre too strong to fight

I want there to be stakes and drama as the siblings show off exactly what the season was all about, what they learned, how they grew together and apart, etc and to take down the big bad which could have very easily been the united front of the Commission instead of 18% Vanya, 15% Harlan, 30% Lila and the Handler, 20% the Swede(s), etc

Lila’s turn to good could have been to help them sneak attack the commission, maybe in their base so as to shrink the fighting to manageable bites for each character?

That would have allowed five’s killing of the board to draw the fighting to a close, a hard decision for him as he is trying to move away from killing but does so to save his family, always to save his family :’(

Luther could protect his siblings from hits like they showed at the beginning in a way that mirrors how he has been doing that emotionally all season

etc etc etc for all of the siblings so that they each get to show off and have their moment in the spotlight as heros

I loved the season even though i just ranted for like 3 pages, and it has some of the best one liners and line readings ever (”Thats where you come in Five” “Nope. No it isnt”) I just wish that some parts of it had been given some more thought / care so they could really show of the amazing cast, effects, sets, etc without writing in the way

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peacedolantwins · 4 years

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Resentment part 2

A/n: This took me longer than it should have but finally did it. I love that a lot of you loved the first part

The first night when you got home with the ring you had to pay to get back, you actually thought about filling a police report on Grayson. After all he technically did steal from you.

But you couldnt bring yourself to do it. As much as you hated him for what he did, you weren’t that cruel. You knew word would get out and it would be all over the internet, damagining not only his, but Ethans reputation as well.

While going out with Grayson was like going out with prince charming at first, being a princess just wasnt for you. All of the things he liked, you found yourself just going along with to keep him happy.

You loved him, but not how you thought you would. You loved him as a best friend, someone who was nice to you, and he gave you all the attention you wanted while you tried to get over who you really did love.

Ethan.

Ethan and yours relationship was a bit complicated to say the least. You had known each other since you were sixteen and slowly became close. You had hung out with him and Grayson together but that wasnt as often.

You enjoyed Grayson being around, you thought he was sweet and caring, but he wasnt Ethan.

You found yourself falling for the older twin with the more closed off personality. The one who wasnt all touchy and understood the need for personal space. The one who needed time to open up to people and kept their heart guarded from the outside world.

While Ethan enjoyed just staying home and relaxing, he didnt mind the occasional adventure to see the world around him.

And thats what you loved about him. He was able to pull you out of your shell and just get out and explore but he also didnt mind just hanging out at home.

And he felt the same way about you. He loved that he could be himself around you and not have to worry if you thought he was boring because you did the same things you did. When Grayson would go out and he was left alone, he always went to you because he knew the two of you could just hang out.

And the two of you saw the looks the other would send each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking. You both felt how comfortable you were around each other.

But neither of you officially said how you felt. You both knew there were feelings, but it was a scary thought. What if it didnt work out? What if it ended badly and you each lost your best friend?

You waited for Ethan to make a move to show he was actually interested in a relationship with you but nothing ever happened.

So you tried to move on. You could live with not having that relationship with him as long as your friendship stayed intact. You went on a few dates here and there but nothing ever happened.

Then Grayson asked you out. Grayson who was sweet and kind and wore his heart on his sleeve.

The first few times you two went out it was a little awkward. It felt like walking on eggshells around him as you tried to find the same interests as him.

He was clearly interested so you gave it a shot. Maybe if you waited longer and spent more time with him you would have feelings for him.

And you did. Or you thought you did. You loved him in your own way but it wasn’t the same as he felt for you and you knew it.

Holding his hand felt off and the few times you two kissed just felt wrong. You wanted to call it off but then he started buying you things.

And you didn’t stay in it for the objects but out of guilt. Here you had this gorgeous and caring guy taking you out and spending hundreds of dollars on you and you should have been lucky to have someone like that but still you felt nothing but friendship towards him.

Then he stopped with the gifts and fancy dates and you were so glad. Money made you uncomfortable so you figured that maybe without all the material objects you could try to know him better. Just the two of you without trying to have a discussion in a hundred dollar restaurant.

But then the comments started. The snide remarks about how much you made. How you had a college degree but still worked as a waitress. How you never wanted to go out. And you tried to deal with it.

And then he sold your grandmother's ring without an ounce of regret and that was enough. Having him leave a five hundred dollar tip for two plates of lettuce and water felt like a slap in the face on top of it all.

Now you had taken all of the things he ever bought you and put them into a box to drop off at his house. You never used them anyways so now he could do what he wanted with all the money he spent on you since that we he cares about most anyway.

When you got to the house you were glad to see his car was gone because you really werent in the mood to deal with him. You were taking the box out of your backseat when you heard the front door open and you paused.

“Y/n?” It was Ethan.

“Hey,” you turned to see him.

“Want some help?” He came closer.

“Please?” The truth was you missed hanging out with Ethan. Yes, you had been trying to get over your feelings for him but you also missed your best friend.

“What is this stuff?” He saw bags and clothes but he didn’t understand why you had it. It wasn’t anything you would ever use and he knew that.

“Stuff your brother gave me. Just came to return it,” you explained and he simply nodded.

“So you guys are done?” He tried to ask casually.

“After how he was acting then what he did? Yeah, I’m gonna say we’re done,” you replied sarcastically.

“Wanna come in for a bit?” He offered

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now,” you would love to go in but given what’s happened recently you weren’t sure.

“C’mon just a for a while? He’s supposed to be gone for another hour,” he knew you didn’t want to be around Grayson.

“Just for a little bit,” you caved.

The two of you went in and you waited in his room while he set the box of things down in Graysons. When he came back he threw himself down on the bed next to you and laid back. You then laid back and found yourself using his thigh as a pillow but neither of you minded.

This is how things always were between you two before you got involved with Grayson.

The two of you just started talking about everything but not really going into the topic of your relationship with Grayson. He told you about video ideas they had planned and you talked about funny things that happened at work.

“Bro, why is Y/n’s car here?” You were both laughing when you heard the front door open.

“Fuck,” you checked your phone and saw it was way over an hour since you got here.

“Ethan?” Grayson barged in to see you both now sitting on the bed.

“Dude what the fuck?” He looked between you two.

“Gray-“

“And you, are you serious? I’m not there to keep paying for everything so you come to him next?” He turned to you.

“Grayson stop,” Ethan stood up, not liking how his brother was talking to the girl he cared about.

“Ethan it’s fine, I’m leaving. And Grayson? I never asked for a damn thing from you so get off your high horse already,” you snapped at him.

Your relationship with Grayson falling apart the way it did lit a fire not only under your ass, but Ethan’s as well.

You weren’t going to be happy until you at least gave it a chance with him and he was never going to be happy seeing you with someone else.

Enough screwing around. It’s time to fight for what you both want.

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seblainelove · 4 years

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A playlist dedicated to Seblaine

For seblaine week, day 3 @seblaineaffairs

I choose songs with lyrics that reminded me of seblaine and wrote a drabble with them.

1. I knew I loved you - Savage Garden

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

Sebastian loved Blaine before he even met him at Dalton. He saw his performances with the warblers through videos and fell in love with him. He was hoping to meet him one day. Praying he'd come back to Dalton. When Blaine came back to Dalton it was too good to be true.

2. Whenever you need somebody - Rick Astley

When you're all alone and if you're feeling down

Call me, I'll be around

Whenever you need somebody

I'll bring my love to you

You don't have to say you love me

I just want to be with you

Lost inside your love is where I want to be

I'm just asking you to spend some time with me

Time and time you say you want to be free

And you can have some fun that's okay with me

Sebastian took his chance and invited Blaine for a drink. He told Blaine about him being a legend and that he regreted he missed him. Blaine was happy someone actually appreciated his talent. He was feeling down because he wasn't performing anything at McKinley. Sebastian was a fun and wild loving person. He told Blaine about his life in Paris. Blaine felt happy with Sebastian. Like he finally found someone warm and accepting. Blaine opened up to Sebastian and told him about the hardships he faces at McKinley. Sebastian told him he can call him anytime he wants and he'll listen to him. He can even meet him up anytime he likes.

3. I want you - Joseph Tilley

We can take it slow

They don't gotta know

Focus on my lovin baby let it take control

Dance the night away

Nothing left to say

You and me together baby that ain't no mistake

Blaine told Sebastian that if the warblers know that he's meeting with sebastian alone they'd be hurt because they're all like a big family. Sebastian told him that the warblers shouldn't know about them meeting so no one gets hurt.

4. Pay my rent - DNCE

When you love so good

Wanna give you every hour

If you said you could

I would give you all the power

Blaine and Sebastian started texting each other. The two of them got along so well. they texted every hour and almost every minute of each day. They also hung out together a lot. Blaine was so happy with Sebastian as if he found his soulmate. Sebastian was always flirty with Blaine so Blaine took it that Sebastian likes him. Blaine told Sebastian about his feelings and Sebastian kissed him in the middle of his confession. Sebastian promised him that he'll always make him happy.

5. Love me less - Max

I got too much dirt to come clean

Closets full of skeletons that you don't wanna see

Will you judge me? All my ugly?

I won't blame you if you do

No lies, don't wanna keep no secrets

Even if what I'ma say will leave speechless

No secrets

If I introduce you to my demons, tell me, baby

Would you love me less?

Sebastian and Blaine were happily dating but one time they met a group of boys who were from another school. they approached Sebastian. They seemed to know him. Sebastian just greeted them back and left while pulling Blaine's hand. Sebastian knew that his past would hunt him now and he should come clean to Blaine. He didn't want to keep any secrets away from him but he was worried Blaine would love him less. He gathered his courage and told him he used to date these boys. Blaine was surprised that Sebastian had a lot of ex boyfriends when he is just in highschool. Sebastian told him that he was ashamed of himself.

6. I Believe - Jonas Brothers

Every night, every day, how about every lifetime?

Yeah, I know what they say, and that's fine

'Cause I'm here to stay through the good and the bad times

Babe, you send me to space and you're mine, yeah

Blaine told him that he shouldn't be worried or ashamed. Having dated a lot of people doesn't make him bad in any way. Blaine told him that he'll never leave him ever for a stupid reason like that and he'll always stay by his side. Blaine told him that he believes in him.

7. Don't talk to me that way - Dayon

Say that you will change the way you walk,

The way you talk,

The way you wear your hair.

Change the way you dress, the way you kiss,

Everything cause you are scared that i'm might leave you

Oh why should I leave you

Blaine tries not to let Sebastian exs get into his head but he couldn't. They were all so handsome and attractive. So Blaine decides to change how he looks to impress Sebastian. He puts gel and wears tight clothes. Sebastian got confused by the sudden makeover and realizes that Blaine was insecure. So he tells Blaine that he shouldn't change anything. He loves Blaine the way he is. There is a reason why an ex is an ex it's because Sebastian wasn't into them.

8. Because you live - Jesse mcartney

Because you live and breathe

Because you make me believe in myself

When nobody else can help

Because you live girl

My world

Has everything I need to survive

Because you live, I live

Ever since Blaine started dating Sebastian he felt more confident. Sebastian always supported him and cheered him on. He always was the first to attend Blaine's performances. And he always took Blaine to celebrate after each performance. Blaine felt fortunate to have Sebastian by his side. Blaine told Sebastian that he loves him. Sebastian told him that he loves him more.

9. 5:32 pm- the deli

Everyday at five thirty two pm Sebastian makes Blaine a cup of coffee at his house. They sit on the balcony while hugging each other and watch the sunset together.

10. Do you remember the first time we met- 316

Blaine plays this song on the piano for Sebastian. He dedicates this song for him. His life has been from good to better because of him.

Blaine and Sebastian graduate highschool and enter the same college. They live together in the same dorm room. They spend their days studying together and cheering each other on. Sebastian decides to surprise Blaine on their college graduation day. He comes with a plan to propose to Blaine.

11. Never gonna give you up- Rick Astley

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Sebastian leaves the ring box on their desk so Blaine sees it and assume that Sebastian would propose to him today. He takes Blaine to a fancy restaurant. Blaine expects Sebastian to pop the question but Sebastian doesn't. Sebastian then goes to the mini stage they had for performers and announces to everyone that he's dedicating this song to his precious person. Blaine was sure that Sebastian would propose to him now but Sebastian sings Rick Astley's never gonna give you up the whole time then sits down and eats the rest of his food. Blaine was dumbfounded. Was he just rickrolled? Blaine was upset he told Sebastian he saw the ringbox and he thought Sebastian would propose to him. Sebastian told him that wasnt a ringbox for him it was a gift for his mom. Blaine felt embarrassed.

12. I do - 98 degrees

I do Cherish you

For the rest of my life

You don't have to think twice

I will love you still

From the depths of my soul

It's beyond my control

I've waited so long to say this to you

If you're asking do I love you this much

I do

On their graduation day. Sebastian puts the ring in his pocket. Him and Blaine wear their graduation robes and hats. They sit waiting for their turn to get their diplomas. When they got their diplomas they posed for pictures. A lot of their friends came and they were taking a picture of both Blaine and Sebastian. In one of the poses Sebastian kneeled down. Blaine was shocked he looked at Sebastian. In Sebastian's hand was the ring. Sebastian opened it. " Blaine Anderson. In These past few years we had the best times together. So will you continue living the best life with me together as my husband? I'll love you and cherish you until I die"

Their friends were taking a lot of photos and cheering them.

" omg of course, of course I do" Blaine's tears rolled down.

Sebastian put the ring around Blaine's finger and they kiss.

#seblaineweek2020 #seblaine week #seblaineaffairs #seblainelove.fav.fics

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oikawa13 · 3 years

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love in the time of köttbullar

Shouyou sets the bowl on the tiny table with a flourish and an itadakimasu! and this is when it hits Atsumu harder than a Skurup to the temple:He wants this. Shouyou, hip cocked against the miniature kitchen countertop, smiling shyly up at Atsumu through the amber fan of his lashes, beautiful god-boy-man somehow glowing gold even under the buzzy LED lighting. Though they’re standing in a 430,000 square foot warehouse in Tsurumachi, Atsumu’s looking at Shouyou, and he’s home.

Amid the Flärdfull and the Smörboll, Miya Atsumu falls a little more in love.

words: 3,378 | rating: T

i’ve never been inside an ikea so this fic quite literally changed me as a person. sometimes loving a person is as scary as saying that first i love you!!!! and sometimes... love is easy as saying i love you at an ikea ; ;

LAUNCHING MERRILY DOWN THE PATH OF SIN (THE FIRST TIME)

"Bokuto said I should bring you home. But I don’t know where you live. So I took you here.”

“To hell?”

"No, Atsumu-san. To my apartment."

words: 1,990 | rating T

i wake up in the middle of the night thinking about this fic and then go on ao3 to reread it again its just so fdjgfhdjf good. i think about this shoyo a lot. theres something!!!! very dreamy going on here. this is the first part to a series btw, you can read them all if you want since theyre probably all around 1k :-)

lord i no longer believe in anything but the way he holds my name between his teeth

The miracle of the rabbit on the moon.

“We took this photo at their seventh birthday party. His father baked a cake. But someone ate all the jellybeans off the top before they could even sing the birthday song. That’s why Atsumu cried. He used to cry a lot. It stopped when the twins found out about volleyball, but before that Atsumu would cry over everything. Spilled milk. A skinned knee. The neighbor’s dog. He was the twin that was scared of paper straws. It's funny how things have changed.

“He looks happier now. Did you do that?”

words: 10,456 | rating: T

so, this goes just a liiiiitle past 10k so its up to you if you want to read it or not, i just thought i’d include it since its so! close! lol theres this part!!!!! they are holding hands underneath the table!!!!!!!!! atsumu are you drunk?!!! no!!!!! hes just so stupidly in love with shoyo. i cant stand them!!!!!!!!!!!

wait for it, wait for it

The notifications are up at 100+ again and Hana wants to check it quickly to make sure nothing's wrong, especially because she'd just cleared them before the media scrum. The fans, she figured, must be overjoyed with the win.Congratulations MSBY Nation!!! the first reply reads. #myspiker #atsuhinaBoth tags, she finds, are currently trending in Japan.

Five times #atsuhina trended on volleyball Twitter and one time it should have (but luckily didn't), as told by the MSBY Black Jackals' junior publicist

words: 6,043 | rating: T

this fic is SOOOOO much fun!!!!!! also i love hana, idk if i ever mentioned that before but yeah. this is like... hdjkdhgjfd so much ; ; <3

south of an early summer

Warmth, then, was being wanted back. Two weeks later, Atsumu holds that warmth in by Shouyou’s waist; he watches it, how it sleeps, and wonders what the heat will become next.

words: 2,602 | rating T | tw: atsumu being atsumu about (past) kg/hn for a split second

IF i wasnt an absolute fool and gave you all these recommendations to pick and choose from id just send you this and the walking emoji bc honestly!!!!!!!!! i may not know what the heck romantic means but i see this and maybe it is romantic! maybe its not the average romantic idk?!!!! but i do know theres something beautiful here. love ?? ; ;

truths in two’s

Shouyou leaves for Brazil in two hours.

words: 8,300 | rating: T

LDR.... but like, in probably one of the easiest 2 breathe/good feeling fic for ldr!!!! idk im a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ten reasons to break up with me: a love letter

1. It has to be you, ‘cause I won’t.

words: 4,197 | rating: T

pls....... i cant even THINK about this fic without crying okay!!!!!!!! insane. fuckign!!!! i love it so much, so much. it lives in my heart. this is the fic where i was like... i dont believe in love. yes i do. no<3 YES!!!!!!!! and cried and paced my room and finally FINALLY!!!!!! stopped feeling so hurt about hinata leaving for brazil again lmao!! like, i cant explain. this sounds crazy right???? anyway, i think... atsuhina can love each other so much it hurts when theyre apart but their love is so.... i mean......... they literally waited years to play together... so......... their love keeps them going..... GOODBYE!!!! i love listening to fka twigs cellophane & home with you and just..... being insane.

just can’t help myself

Five times Hinata takes care of Atsumu, and one time Atsumu returns the favor.

words: 5,025 | rating: T

*think about atshn taking care of each other* *cries*

blue crush

And there’s a promise there, sewn into the easy curve of his lips: I’m not going anywhere, Atsumu-san. Glittering eyes that cut through the rain-blurry dark like a beacon when Shouyou turns back to look up at him. Even if you fuck up all of our dates.

Murphy’s Law as demonstrated by Miya Atsumu.

words: 2,297 | rating: T

atsumu trying very hard to have things perfect and romantic and even in the failures its still very lovely<3

If I’m Icarus, You Must be the Sun (Allow me Three Mistakes)

He wonders if Icarus felt like nothing was wrong with self-destructing, because he had reveled in the sun, if only for a little while.

Atsumu finds, loving Hinata is the same.

Atsumu's love over the years, and the mistakes that accompany it.

words: 4,620 | rating: T

i am...very weak to the whole icarus/sun thing with hinata and his ships. this one though......... i think about it A lot.

in your eyes, i see our future

“Yer’ a real sweetheart, Hinata Shouyou.”

Shouyou smiles brilliantly. “Only for you~”

He scoots over so Shouyou can sit next to him. He can smell the pineapple body wash Shouyou is so fond of the moment he sits down. Shouyou passes the tray over carefully before settling against the headboard comfortably.

“What’s the occasion?"

(Or, Atsumu just really wants to marry Shouyou.)

words: 9,769 | rating: T

fhdsjjkjfdsj goes crazy stupid over marriage!!!!! listen... i do not believe in marriage!!!!! but for atsuhina, oh you bet i do!!!! :-)

breathing a hello

There’s no significance to them ending up here except that both of their lives are held in the sway of volleyball. Everything else comes second.That’s the crux of it, really.

words: 2,826 | rating: T

gjhfsjkfd shhhhhhhhh. my heart is very soft when i think of them here, please..... just!!!! pls.

if you’re out there in the cold, i’ll cover you in moonlight

My [23M] best friend and ex-boyfriend [23M] is visiting me for a week, and my current boyfriend [24M] who agreed to all of this is suddenly withdrawing from me. Can I get some advice? Please? Anyone?

words: 8335 | rating: T | chapters: 3 | tw: past kg/hn 😳

this one is optional since you wanted one shots and theres 3 chapters here. my idea of romantic is...well, i especially love when one of them is acting hurtful/mean/difficult to the other bc their own personal issues but the other loves them anyway??? and then they work on that issue!!! just!!!!! ; ;

Love in the Time of Insomnia

And anyway Hinata was sprinting out faithfully after Atsumu, who had keys to the gym like a badass, and who was going to give his spikers a few more tosses after-hours without Meian knowing like the greatest, most generous badass the Jackals had ever seen.

words: 2,457 | rating: G

running four kilometers just so atsumu can rest. this is what romantic means!!!! hdkshjfhdj

ode to what you’d have been

5 times it’s Kageyama’s fault and the 1 time Hinata realizes it has never been.

words: 3,628 | rating: G

loving someone including their flaws PART 2!!!!!! ok.... u might be like... um... this is romantic? hfdkhjfd LISTEN!!!! to me!!! there is nothing more romantic than being in love with someone and the ugly parts of them. going, i love you, all of you. and communication!!! and understanding!!! and feeling terrible and shitty and horrible but having the one you love accept you. and trying to help ease your mind, worries. *sobs real hard* also shout out 2 ‘okaaayy.... i hate sakusa now’

a shrine for a boy

Despite his uncertainty about how to tell Atsumu of his move to São Paulo, Hinata takes action. Things do not go according to plan.

words: 2,447 | rating: G

hinatas time 2 be romantic and fail but its ok bc!!!!!!!!!! :-) they are just dummies in love<3

the greatest distance between you and longing is defeat

(In other words: Atsumu, let go. I’m here now.)

words: 3,310 | rating: G

um... *cries* post break up.... o_o!!!! god they really thought they could????? lmao!!!!!!

the tear in this (our gentle language)

“I’m going back to Brazil.”

He isn’t asking for permission. This isn’t a consultation. Hinata Shouyou informs his boyfriend at their after-practice practice. Miya Atsumu has a volleyball in each arm, trying to pick up a third. It drops and rolls away from him. The thud resounding in an empty gymnasium.

Shouyou had tried to envision Atsumu’s reaction many times. He never expected to be met with silence.

Alternatively: an exploration of Hinata Shouyou’s return to Brazil

words: 7,204 | rating: M

ldr CAN be romantic ok!!!!!!!! it takes a lot of communication, time, and love ; ;

evening sun

Atsumu looks at Shouyou and thinks, I want to know every inch of you.

words: 1,502 rating: M

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ecmlol · 4 years

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Jude grabs his backpack and gets up

Patty leads the way.

“ she sleeps like a brick .”patty says and points to Justice In Jude’s arm

“ I hope that Jaxy orJax Jax is a good sleeper too”jude says

“ jaxy? Jax Jax? Please tell me it’s a nickname.”

“ it is noah and I haven’t officially named her but he is out votes so far.”

“ oh what’s would her name be?Jackie’s ?”

“ no Jacqueline with a x not a c”

“ oh that’s different “

“ that it is I really like it”

Jude walks his mother and sister back to her ride. Lucky for jude she was dropped off by German. German is waiting in a near by parking spot.

“ I almost forgot.” Patty take a Small box from her pocket .

“ here you go.please remember to open it alone baby”

“Sure I’ll see you later” jude hands his mother a sleeping justice and watches them walk away.He makes sure they are in the car before walking back to the icu.

As Jude walks he thinks about his plan. He hated doing this but it is time to call Oscar. As well as Jude knows noah he wasnt sure what his mindframe is going to be when he wakes up either way he has to be prepared for anything.

As he walks jude texts his dad. A few minutes later his phone rings.The conversation was quick. Oscar agreed to help and Jude thanks him. Yeap my first born son will definitely be named oscar after this. Jude thinks to himself.

Jude makes his way quickly to Noah’s room where marshal is sitting on one side of the bed . The other side has a pillow and a blanket waiting for Jude in a chair.

“ thank you?”

“ your welcome you are juggling a lot right now and I’ll be as helpful as I can to you “

“ thank you.. any change?” Jude ask as he sits his back pack down and gets comfortable.

“ no unfortunately “

Jude takes Noah’s hand in his and holds it.jude is grateful that Marshal is allowing him to be on the side without the broken wrist.jude kiss noahs hand and relaxes in his chair.The sound of the machines are like white noise and Jude falls asleep quickly. A few hours later jude is woken up by Noah fighting the ventilator.

Marshal is up and out of the room getting a nurse. Noah is clutching To Jude’s hand.His eyes are looking wild.

“I’m here.”

Jude has to step away from the bed so the nurse can help noah.

Marshal and Jude stand near the door to watch the nurse work.

A few minutes later the nurse leaves.

“ can I talk to noah for five minutes alone. Please. I promise I’ll be quick as I can”Jude ask

“ of course. Noah I’ll be back.”marshal tells a noah who is work his mouth like it was sore.

“ hey” Jude says as he walks over to the head of the bed.

“ I feel like I was hit by a truck in the middle of a orgy with a elephant.” He has his sense of humor so that’s good.

“ well lovebug you were hit by a Porsche.”

“ lovebug? Really ?”

“ yeah sorry I finally got inspiration “

Noah laugh

“ oh that hurts don’t make me laugh. I’m having a hard enough time breathing ”noah says

“ I know you have a lot of broken bones. Everything has to hurt. I’m sure you want to go back to sleep but we need a plan on how to deal with zero.

For the next 5 minutes jude and Noah hashedout a plan. After 5 minutes marshel knocks and Jude has to ask for a nother twenty minutes. This time when the time is over Marshal walks in.

“ is everything all right?”marshal ask

Noah doesn’t say anything and jude nods and goes back to his chair and falls sleep.

The next morning jude gets up and calls a Uber to take him to the arena to get his car after he checks on the baby.His drive home seems like it is taking forever . As Jude drives he is thinking about the personal sacrifices that He and noah are making because to the decision they made this morning. He isn’t happy with the options he gave noah to choice from.

Jude sighs and pulls into his driveway a few minutes later .The house looks quite from the outside jude thinks before getting out of the car.Jude decides to go in through the gym. He figures he can avoid all of his family this way.Jude has the door open and he wishes he went in from the front way.

On the treadmill Chester is jogging he looks up and nods.of course he would start his day in the gym like father like son.

“Good morning “chester says as he slows to a walk

“ morning “

“ I got a text this morning that he’s awake. How is he”

“ in a lot of pain”

“ ah . I hope you don’t mine I put together her crib last night”

Jude stops.

“ thank you that’s a big help. Is my mother and sister up?”

“ yes I think they are getting dressed.”

“ thanks for letting them in.”

“ not a problem. ”

Jude heads to the door.

“ you ok?”

“ I guess”

“ do you mind if I work on the nursery while I’m here.”

“ thank you that is thoughtful of you.”jude said before walking out.

Jude heads straight to the master bedroom to take a shower.

Jude makes quick work in the bathroom. He heads to his closest to pick out his best suit. He wanted to look sharp he had to make a lasted impression on zero.

20 minutes later

Jude walks out with his hair slicked back wearing a dark grey suit.W.W.O.W.W.B . What would Oscar wear went blackmailing. Jude heads for the kitchen for a cup of coffee to go. Jude is greeted to his mom making breakfast.

“ morning”

“ hi baby I hope your hunger?” Patty says with her back to him

“ I can’t stay I have a meeting”jude says as he fixes his coffee.

Patty turns

“ good god jude you look like your father.”

“ good that’s what I’m aiming for .”

Justice waves because she’s too busy eating to talk.

Jude waves back and kisses her forehead before stealing her bacon

“ mom! Jude stole my bacon”

“ welcome to having a big brother babygirl” patty says before wrapping a bunch of bacon in a paper towel and handing it to jude.

“ you all right baby?”

Jude shrugs

“ thanks for the bacon and have a safe trip home”

Patty takes her apron of and hugs and kisses jude.

“ I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer.”

“ it’s ok”

Jude kisses justice on the way out.

“ bye jude!”justice says

“Bye sis” jude says as he walks out the kitchen.

Chester passes jude on his way out.

“Duty calls huh”

“ yeah I have some important business to take care. I’ll be back at the hospital afterwards.”

“ I’ll see you there” Chester says.

Jude nods .

At the arena zero is sitting patently for jude to arrive.

Downstairs

Lionel is waiting for jude to arrive.

Jude pulls up next to lionel.

Jude gets out and meets Lionel at the dock.

“ I would have thought you would have been at the hospital . Wait are you really going through with this.”

“ I will be shortly. And yes I’m”

“ where’s your little assistance?”lionel says

“It’s her day off.” Jude says Is lionel jealous? Jude thinks to himself.

Lionel and Jude are walking into the arena. Jude is fiddling with his phone.

“ are you all right?”

They board the elevator.

“ I’m good I just need you to hang tight for about 20 minutes in the hall way.

“ what why?”

“ because my brothers is in the building .”

“ Ah I see” Lionel says

The walk to the devil’s playground in quite.Lionel knows jude doesn’t want to talk about anything. She can tell by the look on his face.

They get to the devil’s playground and Lionel has a seat out side.

Jude takes a deep breath before straightening his jacket and walking In. Jude thought is ironic that Halsey’s you should be sad starts playing as he walks in to confront zero. With the birth of his daughter fresh in his mind the song hits him in the gutt.

Zero is siting patiently at the bar with a glass in his hand.

“ about time you got here.”

Jude takes a seat.

“ why did you do it?”

“ what?”

“ why did you hit my husband with a car”

“ you cant be serious right now. You act like you didn’t call me up ten minutes later telling me you couldn’t leave him because you didn’t have a prenup. I was desperate and really pissed at the guys so I hit.”

“ do you seriously think I would ever want you to kill someone?”

“ well last time you thought it was sorta ok when you thought I shot someone”

“ well I was young and dumb. It’s sad that I thought you knew me better .This whole time you got played. I have a twin brother that has been pulling the strings and you fell for it. Hey dad “jude says loudly “can you bring him out.”

“ I thought I wasn’t the only one here

A minute later oscar brings Brandon out.

Zero looks at Brandon and then Jude then back again.

“ what the hell”

Oscar walks closer and hands jude a piece of paper then walks back to Brandon. Brandon is standing quitely at the kitchen door way.

“ I’m so sorry jude” Brandon say upbruptly.

Jude didn’t know what to say to that.

He takes out his iPad and sets it up.

“ my husband has a few demands for his silence. And by the way I record your confession.”

Zero is in shock so he just nods.

Jude plays the video he made with Noah earlier this morning.

Flashback

“But first we became dads last night..”

“ what?”

“Jamie went into labor and had the baby.”

“ seriously but she’s too early did she survive?

“ yes she’s early but not as early as you thinks.”

“What do you mean”

Jude shows him the video.

“ so any ideas how she has your feet?”

“ no.. should I?”

“ ok I figured I asked seeing nothing is adding up. I think she got pregnant using one of your used condoms you like to throw away in the trash.”

“ you really think she did that ? Really? Why can’t you just ask her.”

“ she died last night “

“ I can’t believe it a lot has happen sense last night.i feel like I have been out of it for months”

“ yeah a lot has happened. So she needs a name but you are way out numbered your dads agree with me that naming her after your mother is a great idea.”

“ of course they did.”

“Why not you never said anything bad about her”

“ she was a great mom. I guess I never really dealt with her death.”

“ oh well maybe now is a good time to do it “

Noah sighs

“ not like I’m going any where anytime soon.

There’s a knock in the door

Marshal comes in.

“ can we get a nother 5 more minutes please.”

“ of course”marshal quickly walks back out.

“We need to talk about zero”

“ yeah we do “ noah says in a horse voice.

“ we only have two options Noah. We can turn him in to the police and loss the devils. We can sell the house and move to Florida. Like we planned on anyway. We can be in the same time zone as the rest of our family.You can get a job with another arena . I’m sure lionel cans find a spot and I can be a agent again and be a stay at home dad. We can do family vacation on the weekend with my mom and her family. She can teach me to cook even more then now.

“You sounds like you would be ok with this.”

“ I’m ok with it”jude says as he thinks about all the drama he wouldn’t have to deal with. No more pax issues. They can raise there daughter in a normal old fashion way.

“Ok what’s the the next option.”

Jude hates this option for personal reason.

“ from your injuries I’m pretty sure they can figure out you saw the driver. The lighting is good at the arena so there is no reason not to be able to spot the driver. This was personal it wasnt like you were crossing the street and someone just hit you.”

“ ok. I’m not seeing where you are going with this”

“you say you don’t remember anything from the pass year. We blackmail zero for what ever you want and We keep the devils”

“ what about us and our baby”

“ It just means I have to woo you back.youll play hard to get .It will be hard at first.Ill miss you but we have to make this believable.

There’s a knock on the door.

Marshal pokes his head in.

“ can we get 20 more minutes please” jude says

Marshal disappeared before saying anything.

“ so what do you want to do?”jude says

End flash back.

Noah’s bruised face comes on the screen and zero cringes.

Good.Look at him and see what you did to him. Jude thinks to himself.

“ Jude says I look pretty rough I hope you don’t forget my face looking like this. I want you out La and when you have to come to la you have to inform me. You can’t move with in a 100 miles of la.i want all medical bills paid for.That means rehabilitation too plus I want a 1 million for the rest of your life. “

“ ah blackmail I can handle this. I’m to pretty to go to jail.”zero says

Jude at the moment wants to punch zero in his “pretty”little face.

Jude slides the account number over to zero.

“Lastly the debt between you and jude is done and over you have no claim over anything between the two of you. That means the devils and everything else”

Jude closes his iPad after the last demand.

“ you know what you are the biggest mistake of my life. Noah saved you from going to jail. You’re lucky it wasn’t up to me, I wanted to see you be someone bitch. I made peace with losing the devils. I was ready to move my family to Florida to be a agent and a stay at home dad.” Jude gets up.

“ I know you jude you wouldn’t be happy being a agent again . You just can’t go from being king of la to a no body.”

“ a no body? Really unlike you I know who I am I’m Jude kinkade Medeiros and I’m Noah’s husband Oscar Kinkade’s son ,Justice’s big brother and Jaxueline Kinkade Medeiros’s father. I will always have that! What do you have. Huh? Who do you have?” Jude say before turning to leave.

Jude turns back to a arrogant and angry zero.

“ I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you think you know me. Are you kidding me you slept with my brother then bragged about sleeping with me to my husband!we my be identical but do we screw the same?You don’t know me if you did he would have gunned for you and not noah. Even Lionel can tell us apart. You know what your pathetic you wanted nothing to do with me but you see me happy and you came charging back into my live. Oh by the way I have a prenup I didn’t want it but my father made Noah sign it and guess what he had no problem signing it because he wants me not wait I have or what I can do for him”

Zero shrugs.

“ guilty as charged.”

“Leave me and my family alone unless you want to keep screwing my brother. Then go for it.You two deserve each other . You Two are the most screwed up people I know I hope you like a mental case”

“ mental case”

“ he has split personals” jude reaches the door and keeps walking .Jude leaves all the negativity and his past with zero behind.

He actual feels great like a large boulder been lifted from his shoulder.

Jude almost walks pass Lionel like he forgot she was there

“ Jude? What’s our password “Lionel asked seeing jude just walked out of the room a completely different person.

Jude stops and turns. Jude mustards up a smile.

“ on the rocks”

“ ok I had to check you walked out like someone just gave you a million dollars”

Without a beat.

“ wow YOU really do know me”

“ of course you’re my guy”

“ well let’s go see my little tough cookie and your goddaughter.”

“Goddaughter?”

“ of course your my hag who else would I give the title to.”

At the hospital Noah has been quite all day. Both of his dads have been watching him closely for the pass hour. Noah hates having to revert back to being mad at Chester. Noah figures that a year is the time line he would go back . Right before gettting the job and before meeting jude. The police just left. Noah sticks to his story and same timeline with them as with everything thing else.

“ Nono is there anything I can do.” Marshal ask from the doorway

“ why is he here”

“Noah we explained to you all ready”

“ why didn’t you tell me before.”

“What we do is none of your business Noah “Chester says

“ I shouldn’t had to have seen that.”

“ no you didn’t and I’m sorry you found out that way”marshal says

“ why are you apologizing for? We did nothing wrong marshal”

“Chester you have to understand that no matter how old our children are they are still our children. Sometimes the the badge aid doesn’t need to be ripped off.” Marshal says while cupping Chester face.

Chester stares down at the floor.

“ we should have been honest with them when they were young.”chester says

“ why didn’t you”noah say

“ I was out voted by your mother and your father”chester pulls away from marshal.

“ is that true” noah asked

“ tell him marshal “Chester demands

“ it is. Your mother and I thought it would be best for the two of you. It was going to be hard enough to trying to explain why chester has always lived with us. We where sure rumors would start at some point”

“ that’s why I went back into the service after your sister was born” chester say

“ your sisters arrival was a wake up call.”

“How so?”

“ your mother was a racial mutt and with your father’s background how did they end up with a blond daughter?” Chester say while rubbing his white and blonde goatee.

“ I’m sure it happens” noah said

“ well we didnt chance it so I left for four year.”

“ we took turns visiting for two years until we couldn’t handle living without him so we moved to Virginia and once he was done we moved back. You were too little to remember this . You missed your pop so much and so did we”marshal say.

“ so it’s your fault dad “noah says

“If you want to blame anyone then yes it my fault “marschal says

“ Nono it’s the past the damage is done my boy.”chester says

Marschal walks over to Chester and puts his arm around him.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you “ chester whisper before kissing mashal cheek.

“ I’m sorry for making you hide from our children for so many years “

Marshal gives him a look and Chester sighs

“ an I’m sorry you found out the way you did. We were upset and I was over hiding who I was for other people. I never had a chance to openly love your mother like I wanted. Not winning that coin toss is the biggest regret of my life.” Chester says

“ that must have been hard for you .”

“ very” Chester says as he walks closer towards Noah .

“ your pop gave up a lot to stay apart of his own family.” Marshal says

“ I did it because I was and still am crazy about being your dad.” Chester says

“ I’m glad you got to hold our grand baby first.”marshal say

“ I can’t believe I have a kid and a husband”noah says.

“Yeah and that husband of yours let me pick what name the baby is going to call me too

“ he did?”noah asked

“ yes he did” chester says proudly

“So what did you pick?”Marshal ask

“ I’m grandpa no back seat with our grandbabies”

“ I’m happy for you “ marshal gives Chester a hug.”

There’s a knock on the door.chester and marschal look over at the door.

“ who is it.”noah ask

“ dr overly needs to run a few test.”

“ oh alright I guess I’ll see you guys later” noah says as he is wheeled out of his room.

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WALLS TO BREAK US

so i know i dropped all communication for the past several months...and evans fucking journal might have you believe i sat on my ass the entire time but that isnt the case. I didnt intend on sharing this information, frankly. but my time is running out now, evans already gone. this account of events will be all i have left.

i cant leave this place. i dont even know where the fuck i am supposed to be to begin with.

there is a house. a neighborhood. stores. a town. but nothing has a name.

there are people, but despite the gift of sight i was given, i see nothing of them. like empty thoughts given a shell to walk around in.

i thought at first, a couple months ago when i was first allowed to walk outside again, that they were real and that i was simply too overwhelmed with shock to really notice what was wrong here. but now i see it. i see it because there is nothing to see. these people aren't people at all, more like ghosts.

at least im not entirely alone. there's still the house and asterion.

ive walked to the store many times, even got assaulted in the parking lot. Was that guy a ghost too? I dont know. but i havent only gone to the store - ive walked around the entire town. know what i finally realized, several days after i had made that exploratory journey?

there are no cars here. none being sold, none being driven, absolutely fucking nothing. no bikes either. no skates, no skateboards, no heelies wheelies or fucking feelies. not a single mode of transportation of any kind.

theres a bus stop though! thank fuck for that! oh wait, it's fucking useless. i have not once seen a bus in this god forsaken place.

imagine the anguish i felt upon realizing that despite being able to steal groceries just fine, i cant even hope to steal a car to drive as far away as i can from this hellhole. but it doesnt stop there.

of course it doesnt.

so alright, no cars. but i still had my legs, right? (and still do, somehow.)

so i figured if i cant drive away, i could at least saunter the fuck out of this place and maybe determine some sense of location on planet fucking earth. i set out. i walked in one direction from the house to the town and onward. and onward. and onward. for five fucking hours.

i found nothing.

but it wasnt your average nothingness like that of a long rural road, as it had originally appeared to me. no...instead, i eventually encountered what i call the Edge. here, the road stutters into an impossible blackness. here, if you turn your head, you can see how the blackness runs parallel to the world around you, bordering everything for miles. real truman show type shit.

the real kicker is when i discovered that only i can see it.

like any good scientist, i did some experimenting. kicked some cans, threw some rocks, all hurtling in the direction of the black wall. to my surprise, the items phased through it. swallowed might be a better word. i couldnt see or hear if the objects landed on the other side, if there was even a side to land on beyond the boundaries of ink. so then i decided i needed an extra set of eyes, and brought evan along a few days later.

this is the first and last time i let him outside in my care, and for good reason.

we arrived at the Edge, and evan was immediately annoyed at me as i had stopped walking just a few feet before the black wall. i asked him to explain what the problem was. he was like, "dude, you told me there was some shit i had to see and we have been walking forever. where the fuck is it? is this it? because it looks like a whole lot of fucking nothing."

i then asked, "what does this nothing look like to you?"

evan was growing more confused and angry, but i didnt want him to know what i did until i knew what he did first. i didnt want to contaminate his perception by revealing my own. i needed to be thorough and absolutely sure of our experience.

he threw his arms in the air in frustration, "a road, vin. it looks like a road, the same fuckin' cracked asphalt we've been following for miles. forwards and backwards, road."

evan took a step forward, into the blackness. i saw the tip of his foot disappear, sliced by the unfathomable wall. evan didnt seem to notice anything different, standing there with his arms crossed. so then i knew at least one thing for certain: only i could see the wall.

however, until seeing evan's foot just barely phasing through the wall, it hadnt occurred to me if i could pass through it too...or at least touch it. before, when i had been throwing cans and such, i didnt dare get too close to the black edge. i had no idea what would happen, and wasnt particularly interested in finding out at the time. all i could gather was that, just like the rest of the town and even the house herself, it was designed to keep things inside.

as it turns out, evan was not one of those things intended to stay. i stood there pondering silently, and watched as evan began an impatient pacing along the length of the wall. an imperfect, wobbly hobble across the street and back; i saw arms and legs flash in and out of the blackness as evan walked, still taking no notice. evan couldnt see the difference like i could, and he wasnt the prisoner these walls were meant to encase. so who was?

well obviously it's me. at least, i'm somehow a part of the equation i think. and then i figured now was no better a time as any for me to make my approach and reach out - touch the wall, see what happens, inwardly hope it just kills me on the spot, and so on.

but right as i had decided this, i hear evan angrily spitting an expletive and turn, marching off beyond the pitch black walls. guess he was tired of waiting on me, and you know ev - always runs in head first. i word this story now as if this is something i remember fondly about evan, but let me be clear: in that moment of time, standing in the middle of some fucking road behind a maliciously black prison wall, a wall of which evan was now beyond and impossible for me to see any longer? leaving me, alone?

i fucking hate how much of a hardheaded ass evan is sometimes.

i was so caught off guard by evan's sudden disappearance beyond the veil of the Edge that what that meant didn't register until several seconds later when i found myself clamoring towards the wall. i yelled for evan, then screamed for him. my hands meet the black surface with a loud plang as if the wall was made of glass, but the way the wall felt against my skin is indescribable. i wailed my fists against the presumed surface, the noise of the impacts reverberating loudly. this lasted a few minutes.

evan eventually came back...and he seemed just as he were before, except maybe even more annoyed as he began to once again pester me on why i was just standing there wasting time. he got his first round of bitching out before he noticed that i had tears running down my face, looking disheveled.

he changed his tune and asked me what was wrong, what the fuck happened. his confusion was telling - he hadnt heard me screaming for him to come back. i wiped my eyes, faked a chuckle, and told him it was nothing to worry about and that maybe it was best to go home for now and try some other time when im more 'in the present.'

i decided that i wasnt going to tell evan about the Edge, at least not right then. i needed time to gather myself back together, since the resulting panic attack had taken a lot out of me for one day. But even after i had taken that time...

i didnt want evan to know about the wall. fuck, i know its selfish, but i didnt want evan to know that he had the ability to leave this wretched fuckhole but i didnt, that i was trapped and he wasnt. its not because i wanted to spare evan the heartbreak of knowing his friend was doomed...but because i didnt want evan to get the idea that he could abandon me without consequence.

i didnt want evan to use this knowledge as an escape plan to get away from me.

not wanting evan to leave me wasnt the only reason i didnt tell him though. there was still so much i was uncertain about; hell, i still wasnt sure if just being outside the house put evan at risk. i took a chance in taking him to the wall and he lasted well enough during that time...but given what was discovered, even if evan could sit out on the lawn every day and not a thing touch him...the very existence of the wall was a dangerous game of chance.

this is why i did not want evan to go back outside again after this incident. i couldnt trust that he would truly be safe...and i couldnt trust that he wouldn't just run away on me. i completely fucked myself in both ways, though. he's out there getting hurt or dying or already dead because i pushed him far enough to truly fucking hate me.

even now, ive no idea what happened to evan after he ran out of the house. Maybe he never made it past the wall again.

maybe this post is the first time he’s hearing about it.*

*IT IS, YOU SMART BOY. I COULDN’T JUST KILL HIM BEFORE YOU EXPOSED YOURSELF AS A HIDEOUS EXCUSE OF A FRIEND. THE PAIN WILL ADD FLAVOR! MAYBE I’LL GIVE YOU A TASTE.

#evrymn0 #phase???

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