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jadeee · 2 months

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Comfort Food

You force yourself to go out for Valentine's day and form an unexpected connection with someone.

Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: Main character has insecurities. @luneariaa I've got four other works to upload but this is the first one. Lmk what you think! Also want to mention this was somewhat inspired by @hexblading's post about Nanami prefering hole in the wall spots.

This is bull, your pen scrawled over the paper as you looked out at the multitude of couples seated around you. Each table occupied by a lovely duo while you sat alone with your arms crossed over your chest and a pout painted on your face.

"Think of it as exposure therapy," your therapist's advice from your last session floated around in your head. "Write down what you see and how you feel."

The waiter came by to refill your glass, "Ready, miss?"

"Not quite." you offered him a small smile, only for him to nod then tend to a couple nearby.

A dull ache grew in your chest at the sound of them laughing. A few tables over you over heard a heartfelt confession. The words worked their way through your bones, making you squirm in your seat. For a moment, you stared at the white linen that covered the table ... white as snow or lace. Tears stung the corners of your eyes while the ache morphed into melancholy. The clink of a glass caught your attention.

You reluctantly checked into reality, wiping your eyes discreetly as you scanned the room. Your eyes landed on a man seated at the table next to you. He was looking dead ahead with a set jaw and neutral facial expression. He checked his phone, stared at it momentarily, then leaned back with a soft sigh. The moment he turned, his eyes locked onto yours for a brief second.

"Sorry," you forced yourself to look away then cleared your throat.

The same voice that made a heartfelt confession moments ago now asked "Will you marry me?" to his beloved. The restaurant broke out into a cacophony of cheers along with claps once the woman proclaimed "Yes!"

Of course, you let out a half hearted chuckle as your eyes swelled with tears again. You leaned back in your chair, intent on holding back sobs while your throat tightened. The man took note of the tenseness in your shoulders along with the way your mouth twitched.

"Excuse me, miss?"

It felt like a rock was lodged in your throat, "It's never me..."

"Miss?" the voice made you set down your pen and turn around.

"Yes?"

"I know it's not my business but," his brows pinched "are you okay?"

Your eyes held back tears again as you smiled softly "I'll be okay..."

He nodded.

"What about you?" you gestured at the empty chair across from him and he looked where there should've been a body.

His shoulders dropped slightly "I'll be fine."

The waiter came by and noticed you two conversing. His brows raised a few inches at the scene "Oh, are you two together?"

"No." You shook your head while a blush grew on the man's cheeks, "We're only talking." he added.

In an attempt to recover from his miscalculation he asked for your order, which you still didn't have. When he faced the man you were talking with moments ago, he received the same response. The waiter flashed a smile at the two of you before walking off to check on other tables.

Curled o's, rolled m's, and accents stared back at you as you glanced at the menu. "Excuse me... what's your name?"

The man faced you "Nanami and you?"

Your name carried over to his table and he repeated it silently in his head.

"Have you been here before? Is there anything you'd recommend?"

"This is my first time here and honestly, I'm not seeing anything that appetizing."

His eyes landed on you then traveled down to your lips before he looked at the sheet of cursive again. You were too busy studying the menu to even notice.

"Same. It's a bit disappointing for the prices. Are there any good places nearby that you know of?"

His body faced you fully as he was growing more comfortable "Well, what are you craving?"

"Preferably, anywhere that's not swimming with lovebirds."

He chuckled at your pessimism.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." you grinned then glanced at your hands.

"That's okay."

"I swear, I'm not trying to come onto you either. I know you were waiting on someone... or at least, that's what it looked like."

"It's fine," a hint of a smile showed on his face "now what food are you in the mood for?"

"Anything really but I'd like something warm and comforting right now. I'd also love it if the place had desserts too."

"There's a small place nearby that has great soups, noodles, and cakes. They also have little biscuits too."

"Oh," you perked up "what's it called?"

"Eden Great."

"Like... eating great?"

He nodded then smiled when you laughed.

"Actually," he studied you for a moment "I think I'll go there myself as well." He stood to his feet then pushed his chair in. The waiter noticed from across the room then walked over to try and appease to him.

"Thank you but the lady and I are going elsewhere."

Your breath caught in your throat while your eyes bounced between the waiter and Nanami. He simply stood to his feet then offered you his hand "Are you coming?"

"Won't your girlfriend, or partner, be upset?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." he held the door open for you then watched as you walked and waited for him. He noticed how you opened your mouth and he answered what he assumed was your next question.

"Or a wife."

"Oh," you said flatly.

"It's..." he started the walk toward Eden Great "we weren't official. Today was going to be about that but it just didn't work out."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

He glanced over at you "Don't be."

Your eyes studied his for a second. When the sun highlighted the hazel hue, you looked forward then readjusted your purse under your arm. "So, is this place your favorite restaurant?"

"It's one of my favorites. I go there a lot."

As you nodded, your eyes scanned the sidewalk to take note of more couples: old and young. There were a few families out and about as well and the occasional person enjoying their own company.

"Why are you out if you hate Valentine's day so much?"

"What?!" you whipped your head around, "I don't hate Valentine's day."

"Are you sure? There was that comment you made earlier and you seem a bit on edge."

You inhaled as you continued your trek together, then exhaled quietly letting your shoulders drop along the way. "It's supposed to be exposure therapy for me."

"I didn't mean to pry."

"You're not, you make a valid point. I don't hate it, but it's a sore spot for reasons I won't get into. I mean, I just met you. You could be a serial killer." you raise your brows.

"You're walking with me though."

"This is true ..." a smirk grew at your own idiocy "this is where you deny it."

"Is it?"

You laughed and his ears turned pink at the sound. After a moment, his head faced the sunlight ahead.

"If it's any consolation, I thought you were waiting for someone. I didn't think you intentionally showed up alone." Nanami slid his hands in his pockets then eyed the asphalt beneath his feet, "You're too pretty for that."

You glanced over at him with wide eyes that soon softened "If it's any consolation, I didn't think you'd get stood up."

His chest rose and fell with the same breath "I saw it coming, honestly."

"Damn." you covered your mouth "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay," he couldn't help but smile at your nature "you don't have to apologize by the way."

"S—" your mouth shut then formed a half smile "Okay."

He pressed his lips together to hold their neutral state but the corner turned upward against his wishes.

"It's just," you sighed as you replayed his words in your head "it sucks. I could go on and on about my thoughts on love and romance and Valentine's day but I won't. I don't want to bore you or sound like I'm complaining."

"I'll listen, if you want to vent. I don't mind."

"Are you sure? Because I have a lot to say."

"I have nothing but time."

"Well, I think it's easy to just get lost in it all. The brain chemicals and the gifts and smooches but there's the layer beneath all that but ... there's vulnerability that has to be there and genuineness, y'know?" you glance at him as if you were expecting an answer but he only nods "It's about sharing your fears and dreams but also disagreements on who's going to do the dishes, doing taxes and laundry and taking care of each other when you're sick. Being there to hear rants about your day or the coworker who pissed you off. It's about seeing your scars or your crooked tooth or your quick temper and saying "I still love you". It's," you sigh at a loss for words.

"It's about devotion and dedication. Work." he fills in the gaps.

"Yes," you nod "exactly... and maybe most people do get that and I'm just naive."

"No, you're not." his reassurance takes the weight off your shoulders.

The sign Eden Great stands in the near distance as you both continue toward it.

"Are you a hopeless romantic then?"

You laugh "I suppose. What about you?"

"Undecided." he glanced at you then buried a smirk at the obvious lie. You grinned before he opened the door to the restaurant. The person at the counter beamed at him, "Welcome back!"

Your eyes traveled to the back of his head as he engaged in smooth conversation with the woman. Within minutes, she had you seated with menus and water. The mixture of contentment and amusement on your face captured Nanami's attention then. Your brows weren't pinched compared to when he first saw you. They were smooth, your lips relaxed, and eyes now filled with kindness.

You flicked your eyes up at him, taking a break from looking at the menu "What?"

"Nothing." he shook his head.

A moment later, the waitress came by for your orders then took your menus. You were now alone in each other's company at your little island of a wooden table, a napkin dispenser, and a pair of salt and pepper shakers.

"Undecided, huh?"

Nanami crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. The corner of his lip proudly displaying his dimple at your question. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Why?" you leaned forward "I don't believe you."

"Now I'm a serial killer and a liar?"

You laughed and he grinned at getting what he wanted then sipped from his glass. "I could say the same thing about you, y'know?"

"What?! Oh yeah, because I could totally knock you out and stuff you in my trunk."

"I'm not underestimating you."

You chuckled then kept your eyes on him as you let out a small sigh of contentment. His eyes took in the details of your face. Music filled the air of your little island while you indulged in your shared gaze.

Although you broke your gaze when your food came, he held his for a minute longer. Finally, he looked up at the waitress to give thanks. She studied the light atmosphere between you both and walked away with a soft smile. You nodded as the flavors soaked on your taste buds while the aroma filled your senses. Nanami's heart swelled at the sight of you nodding and humming to yourself.

"What were you writing earlier?"

You covered your mouth as you finished chewing,"I'd rather not talk about it. It's not exactly date material."

"Who said this was a date?"

A grin formed, "Aren't you something."

His muscles twitched at the hidden compliment.

The rest of the meal was accompanied by lighter subjects like your hobbies, favorite books, films, and places you enjoy in the city. When the bill came, you noticed there was only one receipt and Nanami instinctively pulled out his wallet.

"No, I can't let you do that." your hands remained on your purse but he shook his head.

He handed the waitress what was owed "My treat." the look he gave you made your heart melt.

"Well... thank you."

"No need." he stood from the table and offered you his hand which you gladly took in yours. You started the walk back to the parking lot of the restaurant you were supposed to eat at.

"She's a real idiot, whoever she was."

His eyes clouded with a hint of sadness when you mention his situationship.

"It's not her fault."

"That may be true but I'm sure whatever happened, you two could've worked through it."

"But this wouldn't have happened."

"... you have a habit of leaving me speechless. Y'know that?"

He laughed softly then naturally moved closer to you as you two continued your walk.

"Love is complex, so I'd rather not point the finger."

"It's worth the effort though."

"So, why don't you try?"

Your eyes landed on his "... I'm scared." your heart clawed up to your throat.

"You said it yourself: it's about being vulnerable."

His eyes held your gaze before he looked at the crowded sidewalk. His hand gently grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him as a biker whizzed by yelling "On your right!"

A few others on the side walk turn their heads at the man and complain before continuing their walk. You remain in his grasp as he has you close enough for his cologne to overtake you. You cleared your throat then stepped back. He reluctantly, let you go "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, that biker just scared me for a second." you scratch at the side of your nose while glancing at the pavement.

Nanami noticed how the charm of your necklace beats in time with your heart as it rests in the dip of your neck. Thump-thump-thump-thump. "Do you need anything?"

You shake your head "No. We should get back. They probably towed our cars by now."

The corner of his lip turned up at your comment "I sure hope not."

"I don't know. That waiter may have snitched on us and plotted his revenge already."

He slid his hands in his pockets then surveyed the crowd of people on the street. The old couples walking hand in hand. People leaning their heads onto the other's shoulder. Children laughing with their parents. Your name came from his lips then and you turned to face him.

"Yes?"

"Would you be willing to try?"

Thumpthumpthumpthump. Your breath hitched in your throat as he took one step closer to you. His eyes glanced at the sidewalk you two stood on. Where you walked to a restaurant he's visited several times in the past month and has never enjoyed himself as much as today. They noticed the shoes you wore to match your outfit, which he assumed you planned carefully even though you weren't going out to meet anyone. It just happened that way and it happened to be him. It happened to be you. His eyes locked onto yours as he held his head up.

"I want to try with you."

Your chest rose and fell with each breath you managed to take. Tears swelled in your eyes which gazed into his and beyond as if you were reading his heart.

"And I'm not a serial killer or a liar."

You laughed at his delayed rebuttal to your earlier comment. A tear fell from your eyes as they crinkled and he reached out to softly wipe it from your cheek. Your cheeks singed from his careful touch. The smile remained on your face while he handled you with care.

"I'm just someone who happened to meet you today and wants to do this again. If you'll have me."

Your throat felt tense as you blinked away incoming tears. You couldn't speak but you nodded then eventually croaked "Yes."

— Epilogue —

You groaned softly as you came to, rolling over expecting your arm to land over your boyfriend's frame but it hit the sheets instead. With closed eyes, you felt around for him but still only felt the linen. Your eyes opened slightly and saw his side of the bed already made. Your head whizzed around to look at the clock but it landed on the vase of flowers by your bed along with a white envelope that read: For my darling.

Your head rested on the pillow again as a smile grew on your face. Kento's handwriting made your heart swell even though you didn't open the letter yet. The purple and blue shades of the forget-me-nots glowed as the sun peered through the curtains.

His head perked up when he heard you stroll into the kitchen. He looked away from the pancakes he was making "Morning, beautiful."

You pouted at the term as you approached him and he set down the spatula. "What's wrong?"

He faced you with a worried look but when you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest to utter "I love you", he smiled.

"I love you too," his lips planted a kiss on the top of your head. He rubbed your back while resting his head near yours.

"I didn't even read the letter yet."

"Oh, you're really going to cry then."

You giggled and the sound alone made him feel light.. or whole. These days, it was one in the same for him because of you.

— Author's Note — I'm gonna go cry now 💓

#divider by @gigittamic #madebyjade #kento nanami #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk nanami kento x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujustu kaisen #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff

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enhypia · 3 years

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SN ; bestfriends

bestfriends answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: kim sunoo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

words: roughly 1.3k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - sunoo speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold- both reader and sunoo speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi i'm sunoo!

and i'm (y/n)

and we're bestfriends~

[okay, you guys were invited here today as bestfriends for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

yup!

we'll probably answer everything honestly

but we're still drinking

*they high-five

[how long have you guys been bestfriends?]

for about 5 years now?

6 years if you include our dead period

*sunoo laughs

[dead period?]

it was a time where our label as 'bestfriends' was basically dead

it was a year where we weren't in the same class and both of us found new friend groups

we still talked but i could count all the times we hang out that year in one hand

honestly we still considered each other bestfriends, we just didn't look and feel like bestfriends

then the 'dead period' joke was born

[did you guys fight during the 'dead period'?]

there was just tension at first but then we talked about it

like the mature adults we are

*sunoo rolls his eyes

it was a period of growth too, so we didn't fight, we just understood each other better

yeah if it happened years earlier, we would probably hate each other right now

[how did you guys become bestfriends?]

*both burst out laughing

i'm not sure if we can say that on video

no we're not cowards, we can say it

*they have the classic bestfriend eye conversation

we shared the same dislike towards a person

*(y/n) laughs

dislike is putting it mildly

shhh *sunoo does the shush gesture

so that was the main reason and then we just got to know each other better and here we are

still hating on the same people

shhh *this time (y/n) shushes sunoo

don't expose us too much

*both laugh

[how about we officially start the q&a between you guys?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

let's see *(y/n) picks up a card and laughs after reading it

[if your significant other and i don't like each other, will you be on my side?]

you better choose carefully kim sunoo

first of all,

*sunoo drinks

okay, friendship over i guess 😒

let me finish, gosh 🙄

first of all, why would i even date them in the first place if you didn't like them?

very true, but still, you know i won't hold you back from a person just because i don't like them

yeah but i'd be on your side if ever that happens

*(y/n) grins

*sunoo picks up a card to read

i already know the answer to this one

[if i got arrested and needed 10M won, would you pay for it?]

HELL NO ?!?

*both burst out laughing

that's like 8,500 dollars? i could buy a car with that

i wouldn't bail you out too honestly

bestfriend who? idk them

*they take a shot for fun

[did you like me when you first met me?]

probably ?

i didn't like you when i first met you

who asked?

*they roll their eyes at each other

[why didn't you like him?]

because he was so bright and sunshine-y ?? and i'm always sus of nice people

they have bad history with fake nice people

but i eventually learned that he wasn't like that

awwww

his halo is held up by thorns

*sunoo's mouth drops in shock while (y/n) laughs at his reaction

*(y/n) pats sunoo's head as he pouts

it's okay i accept you for who you are

yah~ !

[have you ever considered to stop being friends with me?]

nope

*sunoo does a heart to (y/n)

you know too much about me

*sunoo is shocked again

i would never release anything you shared to me even if we stop being friends !!!

*he is pouting your honor, don't tease him

*(y/n) laughs at sunoo's cuteness

i know, i know, i'm just kidding, i'll stop now.

[is there something that i could change to be a better friend?]

*sunoo drinks as revenge

*(y/n) :OO

if you stopped teasing me 24/7 then maybe i'd think you're a better friend

yah! you act like you don't do the same to me

once he-

*sunoo cuts (y/n) off by clamping their mouth with his hand

let's drink to that bestie, cheers!

*he removes his hand from (y/n)'s mouth and basically forces them to drink with him

i told you, halo held up by horns

*sunoo grins widely as if he was innocent.

[would you slap me for 10M won?]

do i even have to answer that?

let's use the 10M won to travel

let's go to paris

and then i'd slap you as well so we both have 10M won

i like the way you think

*they high five and takes a shot together

[regardless of sexual orientation, will you ever date me?]

*awkward silence

aha ha haha

*both reach for a shot, they even clink their glasses together

*after, they just smiled at the camera

[if we're still single by 30, would you agree to marry me?]

man would we even reach 30?

that's what i was thinking

if we're both single, i might think about it

let's get married and enjoy the benefits from various marriage laws

what if we end up like in those crime documentaries where you get life insurance

then you kill the partner for the money

... .. .

no murder in this household please

*they burst out laughing

[question for both: what's something you want to say to each other?]

do i go first or?

yeah, you first

okay but don't look at me

*sunoo rolls his eyes but looks away anyways

we rarely talk about our friendship because once one starts, the other teases

*sunoo laughs while nodding his head in agreement

okay uhm, you know i would never say this on a normal day but i really am thankful that you gave me the chance to get to know you, despite my initial slight hostility towards you. thank you for being by my side no matter what. and even if we constantly clown the word "bestfriend" there's no one i'd really call my bestfriend other than you.

*sunoo smiles softly

your turn. *(y/n) looks away as well, purely because they will combust if sunoo looks at them with that soft loving look

just like you said, there's no one else i'd give the title of bestfriend other than you. thank you for giving me the chance as well and for trusting me. i'm not one to talk much about what's going on with my life but you're always there to make sure i don't pile it all up and explode. thank you for being my rock.

*both eyes are glassy

don't cry, if you cry, you'll pay for my food for a whole week

don't ruin the mood, (y/n)

*they both laugh, instantly lightening up the air around them

oh wait that was the last question

we still have alcohol left

can we take this home? *(y/n) holds up the bottle of alcohol

*the crew laughs

[we'd allow it, if you answer one more question}

okay! let's go~

[was there a time where you felt just the tiniest bit of butterflies because of each other?]

*sunoo and (y/n) look at each other, both holding in laughs

*they reach for their glasses and take a shot

and that's the end!

bye~ thanks for having us!

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bonus: youtube comments

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a/n: for this one i wanted to keep the feelings for each other thing kind of open?? like the vagueness in those moments are up to you guys if you want to give it meaning or not. you guys are free to think if you want those feelings to be romantic or platonic.

also!!! this series is about to end omg :(( i can't believe we're down to one post before it ends aaak. thank you so much for all the love so far!! ni-ki's will be uploaded next! please look forward to it~

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #speak or shot #enhypen series #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo scenarios #kim sunoo imagines #kim sunoo x reader #sunoo imagines #sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo scenarios #sunoo x reader #kim sunoo fluff #sunoo fluff

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anobscurename · 4 years

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ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XI — masterlist

concept: a collection of happenings. the slowest of slow burns. there will be many more parts. an interview is misinterpreted, leading to some awkwardness.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1,8k

warnings: angst

author's note: i used the name "lily" in slight reference to lily james (no hate to her) but if you, as the reader, is named lily, feel free to use any other name as hers.

There was something to be said about LAX. Status was practically inconsequential in airports. Everyone was either jetlagged or trying to make their flight in time, and everyone had to wait in neatly organized lines. Sure, some moved faster than others, but it was nice to see that everyone was built the same when it came to airports.

You stood, patiently waiting in the collection area of the arrivals. As patiently as you could, practically bouncing on your heels in anticipation. You didn't know why you were there, really.

Well, you knew. You were there to surprise him.

They had wrapped filming the day before, and he had shot you a quick be home soon :) text last night. But you had never picked him up before, instead opting to stay in the comfort of the apartment with Dodger curled up beside you and a batch of "welcome home" cupcakes cooling, waiting to be iced. He'd find his way back by himself just fine every time, so why the sudden change?

Maybe it was the interview you had caught the night before.

It wasn't as if you'd actively sought it – your friend had sent you a link to it in the early morning hours, followed by a barrage of messages that had your nightstand practically quaking from the vibrations of your phone. Knowing she wouldn't let you be until you checked it out, you squinted to see the bright screen before lowering the brightness enough to let your eyes adjust. Cursing the persistence of your friend, you huffed out a sigh and tapped on the link she had highlighted in numerous exclamation points and a slew of unintelligible yet highly suggestive emojis.

It was him. Chris. The flutter your heart gave at the sight of him was a natural occurence at this point, so it was easy to ignore.

Dodger, whose head was resting heavily on your feet, immediately perked up at the sound of Chris' voice the second the YouTube clip began to play.

It was a snippet from a Jimmy interview – Fallon or Kimmel, your brain was too sluggish to comprehend – uploaded fairly recently. If two months was recent in the grand scheme of things.

"Great to be here again, Jimmy," you heard Chris say as you rubbed the bleariness from your eyes.

"Always a pleasure." Fallon. It was Fallon.

Dodger came crawling up to you, nose sniffing the air, trying to console the sound of Chris' voice without the scent of Chris himself. His wet nose pressed into your cheek and you whined in slight annoyance, giving him a slight nudge. "Down, Dodge. It's just an interview. See?"

You turned the phone to show him, and his ears deflated in understanding. You hid a chuckle, pulling him to you for a cuddle, and he dejectedly flopped down onto your shoulder, curling up beside you. "Don't worry, Dodge," you mumbled, placing a small kiss to the top of the boxer's head. "He'll be home tomorrow."

Chris had been gone longer and longer in recent months. You had returned from Vegas in silence, before, once again, everything was back to false normality. What Anthony had said to you still stuck: he was in the profession of pretense. So you allowed him his pretense, even if it pained you at the prospect of having hurt him.

He had disappeared for a few weeks after Vegas, doing PR – this clip must've been from that junket. He returned for a day, before he had left to shoot his new film for the longest time yet: two months, and counting. Dodger was inconsolable, misery evident in the droop of his ears.

It was strange... Even while filming, Chris had never left Dodger for so long. But you supposed you'd been hired for a reason, and filming must've taken some form of toll on him. Enough to not visit his bud.

You turned your attention back to the interview that had been playing throughout your interaction with the pup and willed yourself to focus.

"–anybody you've had your eye on? Anyone new in your life?"

Chris chuckled, looking down and shuffling in his seat. The question was centered around any romance happening in his life, and by the blush that threatened to creep from his already reddening ears to across his cheeks, you knew that he had been caught.

Caught for what, exactly... The interview now had your full attention, exhaustion exiting your body to be replaced by butterflies that felt as though they were travelling through your very bloodstream.

"Oh, man," he smiled lopsidedly. "Where do I even begin?"

He was trying to avoid the question really, and honestly, you understood why. The rumours that would be spread, you could already see the tabloid headlines the next day. You had to remind yourself that this was an old interview.

"Well, according to our producers, the female viewership on the show skyrockets by 48% everytime you're on, so you need to give me something here. Before they come at me with pitchforks," Fallon laughed.

"Well, there is one. We're close, practically living together, but... I don't know. I don't want to risk it, in case, you know... It ruins things. And that's what she's scared of, which I understand. I just hope she gives it a chance. Fingers crossed."

There was a collective "awww" from the audience and the interview very quickly moved on to publicity for his most recent film, but the blood that was suddenly rushing in your ears drowned it out.

Your breath stuttered, your heart hammered in your chest. Your cheeks ached from the smile that seemed to be stuck there, the moment he had told Fallon.

Some part of you scolded you for thinking that Chris was speaking of you, but it was just too coincidental. What he had said, it applied, right? It was applicable to your situation. Directly. There was room for error, but that was practically minuscule. Dodger shifted in his sleep, almost to punctuate your point.

All rational thought of your previous fears disintegrated with that near absolute admission of his feelings.

You tapped on the icon for messages, and typed out a quick response to your friend so she'd know you'd checked it out. It was a non-committal response, neither denying nor fully accepting what she was implying.

On a whim, you checked the text chain you had with Chris. It wasn't a particularly thrilling text chain, very short and quick replies from when he had a free moment on set, interlaced with heart meltingly adorable pics you managed to grab of Dodger. But upon a quick scroll back, one message caught your eye, dating back a week. One that you hadn't thought much of when you first received it, but that now held so much more meaning.

We wrap in a week, I have something to tell you when I get back

You had expected it to be another film role he'd been going for, or maybe a new Broadway show.

You'd let yourself dream, but never let yourself hope. There was too much at stake. First and foremost, he was your friend, and you'd do anything to not ruin it. Anything but kiss him.

But that night, you dreamed.

And that morning, you hoped.

Maybe that's what had you finding out his flight details from his agent, promising a non-life threatening surprise (he had heard about the incident with the baseball bat, and was more than relieved to hear that you were taking initiative in actively not breaking his client's face – as he reiterated a thousand times over "his face pays the rent! HIS FACE IS WORTH YOUR HOUSE!"), and maybe that's what had you stood there, stomach twisted in knots as you waited.

And then you saw him.

And you were simultaneously utterly calm yet filled with butterflies – a refreshing change from the dull ache you had come to grow accustomed to when looking at him.

What you did next surprised even you.

Breaking free from the rest of the eagerly waiting crowd, you sprinted to him and flung yourself into his arms. They wrapped around you, almost as if he was expecting it, expecting you. He lifted you up and spun you around, his laughter vibrating through his whole body and working its way into yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you clung to him, and he chuckled breathlessly in surprise.

"Hey, you," he smiled softly down at you when he'd set you on your feet.

"Hey yourself."

And then you noticed her. You had been so happy to see him, that you didn't see her at first. But now you did. You noticed the woman next to him – the one with her own suitcase, the one watching your display of affection with amusement, the one with a beautiful (in every sense of the word) smile etched on her perfect features.

"{Your name}, this is Lily." Chris slung an affectionate arm over Lily's shoulder, pulling her slightly closer to him. He was still smiling from your surprise greeting, but when he looked at her, the smile shifted into something else. Something more. Something that crushed the hope from your lungs. "My girlfriend."

He had said it himself, that night at Vulpecula: you can't compete where you don't compare, and the fact of the matter was, you simply could not begin to compare to a girlfriend. Particularly one such as Lily.

Pretending to be overwhelmingly happy came easy, if not a little forced, and maybe if they weren't so lovesick, they would have have noticed just how pathetic your attempt was. But they didn't notice, and so you threw your arms around Lily in an excited hug. We are in the profession of pretence, after all. "So lovely to meet you!"

You almost kicked yourself. It sounded nothing like you, your voice strained and pitched a little too high. Red flushed your cheeks, but they didn't notice.

"Lily, this is {your name}. My roommate."

Roommate. Ouch. Pretending it didn't hurt when he called you roommate, not even friend, came a little harder. Chris was the actor in your friendship, it was clear enough to see now.

"Welcome to our home," you managed to get out, voice still strangled. You quickly corrected yourself: "His home. His home that I live in when he's not home."

In an effort to busy yourself and extricate yourself from the growing one-sided awkwardness of the situation, you helped Lily with her bags, leading the couple to where the car was parked.

They regaled you along the way with how they met – living together in the same hotel, meeting in the bar downstairs one night, the park dates they took.

When you asked when, the answer had your hands clenching half moons into your palms, a wave of nausea crashing over you like an icy ocean wave. Two months. Two months, and suddenly, that interview made sense.

The entire drive home, you thanked your lucky stars that you hadn't done something stupid.

Something so incredibly stupid, like hoped.

#chris evans #chris evans/you #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans/reader #chris evans angst #chrie evans fluff #dina writes #ocean eyes

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thewriterowl · 3 years

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Do you have a standard writing process? Particularly with long fics? I start out plotting everything to some degree and then start writing but then usually what happens is I get too excited to share it so I start posting before I finish and then my mental health just kinda goes "and we're not finishing that"

Hello! Well I try to sort of do the same--that’s how I did it with Stars. But yeah, getting all the details out can burn you out quicker than what’s fair :/

So what I’ve sort of learned to do (especially coming out from What the Stars Let in, since that thing was nearly 500 pages in like three months) was the following:

1) I had major focus points already confirmed in my head: I knew Din and Luke would have an arranged marriage, I knew I wanted Luke to share his story to the Mandalorians, I wanted Luke to fight Dark Troopers, I wanted Din to have a moment or two of jealousy, I wanted there to be a “betrayal’ from Din, I wanted Luke to sacrifice himself by stopping and moving a cruiser, i wanted them to be separated, I wanted Din to have a moment facing darkness, and then I want them together. Besides a bare skeletal structor of a story (din and luke fall in love in an arranged marriage) i focused on story-points I wanted to see happen and made it a goal to get to one....and then get to another and it made me more excited for the plot point coming next rather than trying to rush to that ending.

2) For the scenes I was really excited about I wrote a rough draft instantly. I pretty much had a draft of Luke stopping the cruiser and then “dying” since chapter two because I knew I wanted that to happen. Same with the Dark Trooper chapter. Of course a lot of details were added or changed as the story progressed but i was able to really plan things because not only did I know I wanted those scenes, I had them written out so I could figure out how to foreshadow things in regards to them easier.

3) Although I am influenced by my readers and I try to keep things “Realistic” in the story (aka, why I didn’t turn Din dark though it was a temptation) I write what I want to read. This, of course, can hinder the writing process cause you’re putting a lot of extra love into it because, being honest, i want it to inspire others to write things like it so I can read something next so if it is not well received then it can be a bad sucker-punch...but I was just like, i gotta get these moments out there regardless of the response.

4) This isn’t the best advice...but I wrote when i wanted to...basically I am mostly working from home and in a job I loathe who has drained me of most all my happiness for the past three years and has used me something bad, but I’m shackled to them cause money. Well...I write on their time now (not on my work computer lol) so I sort of had this momentum of MASSIVE writer’s spite. “Oh, you’re gonna call me in to work on my day off AGAIN????? well, ok then...tomorrow from 8 till 5, I’m writing this space-dad fic and only answering some emails”. Maybe not risk your job for a fic...but i would recommend see if you can find some sort of spite to influence you case man, that stuff works maaagiiiic.

5) Push through the block but not necessarily in a way that burns you out. If you can’t write out the chapter you are currently on, then don’t. Skip five or more scenes ahead and just start there and then go back later and tie things in. You do not have to write your fic in chronological order, so don’t shackle yourself to it. You on a scene with Din and Luke talking about the Force, it’s needed and important, but eh, you’re not feeling it? Go on and write their love confession scene. Or their fight scene. Or something you actually DO wanna write. Go read fics, maybe go and talk to artists and writers about general things and chat. Talking to others about things, not necessarily in detail, can be huge.

6) Bringing in the things I’ve said before; this is not something you need to write chronological--so don’t. The writing can be a fun puzzle. Write the parts you want first (aka the corners as many start with as they do a puzzle) and then start connecting things. I found it a lot easier and a bit more fun to do that way.

7) If possible, and this can be hard, try to be a chapter a head of your updates. With a good chunk of Stars, I was like seven chapters ahead of myself. Not so much with this new one (and for sure not with Little Bird) but it sort of releases some worry and pressure off of you. If you have an idea for a fic, try to see if you can upload it once you have two or there chapters written (not edited, that can come as you get read to upload) and it makes you have a deadline but one that isn’t looming.

8) I also gave myself a deadline. I wanted to update at least once a week. This may not work for everyone, so it’s just about figuring out what works for you...but I think I would recommend you set up a realistic goal on how often you update.

9) Just focus on one chapter at a time as you upload. A multi-chap fic can be so easy to get lost in (I may not update some of my Avengers fic) and that’s fine. It’s disappointing and sad, for yourself, but it happens and it should not be a burden on you. You’re writing these things for fun and if it doesn’t work out, well sucks...but there was no harm or waste to it. Some free content just won’t get finished. Happens every day and it’s all good. You just take up the next wave of inspiration and try to get it finished.

10) Ensure you have fun and keep other fun projects available. That mental stuff loves to take away fun, passionate projects. it’s a miserable monster that just wants to suck you dry from it. Take yourself from the project on occasion and write a one shot (these things are miserably hard for me) and use it as an exercise. It challenges you in a different way, gets you to do something new, and can give you and your mental-monster some whiplash so that it can’t instantly take it away from you.

11) If you lose your hyper fixation/love for a pairing, don’t grip on to it for the sake of a fic. I love DinLuke now and I don’t see that changing anytime soon...but when/if it does, I’ll need to just step back and let it go and wait for it to hit in another wave later. Just enjoy the fandom as a fan and you should have a lot more joy and ease in taking part of projects that way.

Those are my little tidbits that’s helped me with stuff so far at least!

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v-hope · 5 years

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Someone speaks badly about you on a show

—and they defend you, ofc.

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: I guess fluff for default, angst

Request by @ally22042000: "Hey, I saw that request for reactions are open. Can I have one with the boys ( just Yoongi and JK if all of them are to much), where they are at an award show or interview or something like that and someone talks disrespectfull about the reader? Thx so much💜 and have a nice day."

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind, I enjoyed writing these 💕 Also, you're an idol in a couple of them and in the rest you're not. I hope you like it!

Kim Seokjin

Your boyfriend absolutely lived for whenever he got asked to be an MC at award shows.

So, naturally, he was very hyped up once he was handed his lines and had to go up on stage with two other idols – one of them being his good friend of many years, and the other one being a new artist who had debuted last year.

It was simple. Read the cards. Just read the goddamn paper notes you had been given and that was it. But, apparently, the idol by his side was way too new to this whole thing, for instead of reading what he had been handed to, he fixed his eyes on Jin to his side.

"Thank God I got to be with the fun one of your relationship".

Seokjin's eyes went to lock with his out of instinct, having not really processed what had just happened yet.

"The fun one?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah" the idol nodded his head. "Y/N would've made this so boring".

Jin glanced for a brief second to his friend, as if to verify he had heard just the same and his mind wasn't making it up – his awkward expression itself doing that for him.

Nonetheless, as much as he wanted to snap at him, he decided to be the better one, maybe just because he knew he was still live and didn't want to make a scene right in front of everyone.

That didn't stop him from putting him in his place though.

"Then you clearly haven't had the pleasure to meet her and witness her high class humour" Jin spoke into the camera, later placing his eyes on his friend. "Don't you think, hyung-nim?"

"I have never laughed harder than with her, Seokjin-ssi" he replied immediately.

And then out of nowhere, Jin dug his hand in his pocket, throwing multiple heart shaped red papers that had everyone screaming in a second. "Love you, baby. Don't let anyone tell you you're not funny".

What's the saying? Kill 'em with kindness? Well, Seokjin had just slayed that poor guy's soul.

Min Yoongi

"Hey, it's BTS!" the MC greeted cheerfully once the seven guys came on the shot.

One by one, they went up to her to give her a quick hug before they took their place standing next to her.

Up until then, everything was fine, and maybe things would've remained that way if she had just said nothing after Yoongi hugged her. Instead, she laughed, catching him off guard.

"At least you are polite" she shook her head in amusement.

Yoongi pouted naturally because of his confusion. "Who of us hasn't been polite?"

"Oh, no. Not you" she shook her head one more time, only to clarify: "Your girlfriend".

"Y/N-ssi?" Hobi was the one to ask on his hyung's behalf, being just as puzzled as everyone else by that statement.

At the nod of confirmation coming from the MC, Yoongi brought the microphone up to his lips. "But you've never even met her, where'd you get that from?"

"The video of her not even looking at the paps taking pictures... when you were at the airport the other day".

Yoongi's hold on the mic tightened, suddenly becoming protective of you. "So just because she's a private person she's impolite?"

"She didn't even acknowledge your fans. Come on, that was just very–"

"She's not an idol" he cut her off. "She doesn't have to put up with all of this, especially when she's not comfortable with all the attention".

"She should've known this would happen when she decided to date you".

"Guys…" Namjoon tried to stop both of them from arguing any further, for they had apparently forgotten they were still live.

But Yoongi was already done, slightly shaking his head before he put an end to it for once and for all: "She's given up enough for me already, I'm not asking her to be all bubbly around paps or our fans when she clearly isn't comfortable with it. If that's impolite to you then go off, I guess, but I'm the one dating her and I know better".

On to the next topic now.

Jung Hoseok

"Hoseok!" the girl interviewing them read effusively on her phone.

They had been interviewed person by person that day, since a few influencers had gotten the chance to record short clips with BTS to upload to their social media. This one, so far, had been one of their favourites, for its dynamics consisted in nothing but the young woman going through her Twitter reading fan questions or just letting them know about cute comments they had made.

However, that was soon to change when she caught Hobi's attention, continuing: "I loved you in the concert last week, I got to meet Y/N and she was the cu– oh, irrelevant much?" she mumbled with a small, breathy laugh, before dismissing the topic and scrolling down in search of another tweet.

Hoseok's eyebrows knitted together. "Wha–"

"Oh, here's a good one" she smiled as if nothing had happened, as if she had not heard him; having the seven men exchange uncomfortable glances. "Jimin, you and your girlfriend are such couple goals, I can't w–"

"Um…" Hoseok cut her off, stealing a quick glance to Jimin, who looked just as out of it, before his eyes fell back on the girl's. "How come Jimin's girlfriend is worth talking of and mine isn't?"

"She's an idol" she answered as if it was evident.

His jaw tightened. "So people are only worthy when they're famous now?"

"Well, no..." she uselessly tried to fix it.

"Then I believe you should respect her enough not to call her irrelevant or skip comments at the mention of her".

"But there's nothing interesting about Y/N anyway, so…"

That was all Hobi needed to turn his head to look at his members before he shook his head in defeat. "We're done here, guys. I'm not listening to any more of this nonsense".

Neither were they, which is why they were all soon to follow your boyfriend out of there.

Kim Namjoon

"So, Namjoon-ah" the entertainer's eyes focused on him, "I watched a few pictures of you at your girlfriend's graduation the other day" he smiled. "You guys looked so cute!"

A big smile spread over Joon's lips, recalling the pride he had felt that day because of you, being the happiest to have been able to be there for you.

"Aw, thank you" he said truthfully, his dimples making their appearance. "I'm really proud of her".

"You are?" the man asked.

Now, there were two ways to say those words. One with a genuinely intrigued tone, and one that was looking to offend. In this case, given not only his tone but also the way his eyebrows had raised in impression, it had been clear to everyone present that his intention had been the latter.

"I am" he stated simply, hoping that would be as much as the host would say about the topic before he moved on to the next one.

It was not.

"Don't you ever wish you were with someone more successful though?"

Namjoon's jaw tightened visibly, his eyes turning colder. "What does that even mean?"

"I'm just saying, you're Kim Namjoon" the man shifted on his seat. "Worldwide known idol, producer, rapper… whereas she's just… ordinary".

The way he had said that last word made it seem like being like that was the worst of things, and Namjoon did not like it one bit.

"Her achievements are just as important as mine" he was fast to talk in your defence. "Just because she isn't a part of the idol industry doesn't mean her dreams and passions are any less worthy of recognition than mine".

That alone had the interviewer apologising in a second, realising then how bad he had messed up. Because, in all honesty, Namjoon couldn't really care any less about you being famous or not – he would always be proud of you and your achievements no matter what.

Park Jimin

"Ah, Park Jimin!" the host exclaimed after a picture of you had popped up on the screen in between them. "You really got lucky with this one, didn't you?"

That sure did bring a bright smile to his lips, for he absolutely lived for these moments, when people acknowledged how beautiful you were.

Nonetheless, that smile of his was soon erased when the same guy added: "You should control her more, though".

With that and a frown adorning your boyfriend's face, the picture previously displaying on the screen was gone and replaced with one of you in a night dress from two days ago instead.

"Control her more?" Jimin asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah" he nodded his head. "She has a boyfriend now, she can't go around looking that hot, it might get the wrong attention".

Now, Jimin himself hadn't really liked it when you went out dressed like that, but he was your boyfriend, so he did have some kind of right to feel a little jealous of other guys thirsting over his girlfriend when she was out alone with her friends, didn't he?

This guy, however? Neither what he said was appropriate on so many levels, nor did he have the right to talk about you and your outfit like that.

"I think you should think before you speak and induce people to have unhealthy relationships" your boyfriend spoke in a low, calm voice.

Controlling you? What kind of bullshit was that?

"Come on now, I was joking" the man brushed it off with a laugh, and a very nervous one at that.

"Were you really?" Jimin raised one of his eyebrows, not believing a word. "Even if you were" he went on before the guy could open his mouth to reply, "you should maybe reflect on yourself and, instead of telling me how to treat my girlfriend because of how provocative she looks, think of why you, a guy who's over his forties, thinks that way of someone who could easily be his daughter".

He had not been rude. He had not raised his voice. Yet he did somehow manage to look so fucking scary to the man in front.

Kim Taehyung

"Y/N?" the interviewer asked in disbelief, only to scoff after receiving a nod of confirmation from Tae. "Of course she'd end up with one of you guys".

Not only did Taehyung's eyebrows furrow in that moment, but so did everyone else's – his members exchanging dumbfounded looks as your boyfriend looked to the guy in front dead in the eye.

"One of us?"

"Mhm" the guy replied simply. "She always seems to be with whoever is the most famous at the moment, so..." he shrugged.

"She's only been with other two people?" Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows.

"Who just so happened to be the moment's sensation" he reminded him. "And now she's with you".

"You can't help who you fall for" your boyfriend's stare became colder by the second.

"She's just going to break things off with you as soon as your moment of fame passes".

That was it.

"Okay, no" his voice came out like pure venom. "If she broke up with them, it's merely because they were both complete assholes to her".

"Taehyung…" Namjoon discreetly squeezed his wrist from his side.

"No, hyung" he shook his head before fixing his enraged eyes back on the interviewer. "She's the sweetest person there is, it's not her fault us guys fall for her. And it's not her fault either to have dated guys who don't deserve her. She did well to dump them, and I know she won't leave me just because of my fame's status".

And then, as everyone in the room remained silent, being absolutely perplexed by such situation, he shook his head in disappointment once again at the sight of the guy's desperate attempt to come up with something else to say.

"You know" he beat him to it, "for such an overrated interviewer, you are so goddamn misinformed".

Good thing this would get bleeped out by the editors later, that if they ever wanted this to air at all.

Jeon Jeongguk

"It's been a while since we last were together, hasn't it?" the host spoke after they had all sat down on the sofa placed in front of her. "A lot has happened since then…" a cheeky grin curved up her lips when her eyes fell on Jeongguk, "like the maknae finally getting himself a girlfriend?"

A shy bunny smile didn't wait to part Guk's lips, meanwhile his six hyungs started being chaotic like they, by this point, always were.

"He did" Namjoon was the one to answer for him, fondly patting his shoulder.

"Well, congratulations! It was about time you got someone" the woman said with a smile. "Though I must admit I never thought I'd see you with someone like her".

Your boyfriend's previous smile was replaced by slightly parted lips. "Someone like her?"

"I mean" the woman tried to get her point across, "you've said multiple times that IU is your ideal type, and Y/N's just…" she scrunched her nose in a displeased manner, "she's not exactly…"

Oh, no. There was no way in hell Jeongguk was letting her finish that sentence; the idea itself making him mad. That was the reason his shy side was long gone, being replaced by his protective one instead, which had quickly taken over him.

"She's stunning" Guk spoke in a low, determined voice. "IU is just a celebrity crush. Y/N's the woman I am in love with" he established without hesitation. "I really don't understand why you're bringing this up".

Although taken aback by Jeongguk's sudden way with his words, not having expected such outburst coming from the quietest member when it came to interviews, the woman went on:

"I'm just sayin–"

"No" Guk cut her off, shaking his head hastily, "you have nothing to say about my preferences, you don't get a say on us".

End of conversation.

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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And another day of camping is complete. And what a lovely day it was.

Sleeping last night was interesting to say the least. I was super tired once my post was done and knocked out not long after that. Barely 9pm. I did get woke up by more people setting up their camp sites but i was pretty deeply asleep. But then I was woken up by a cold back. Because the air mattress had deflated a lot and my pressure points, like my hips and knees were touching the ground which the other parts of me were safe. I fussed around for a bit and eventually got my extra sweatshirt under me and was able to sleep until around 3 when i had to pee super bad. But i didn't want to treck in the dark all be way to the bath house. I tossed and turned until 430 when i finally just walked in the dark. Didn't even bring a flash light.

I was able to fall back asleep and slept pretty well. James got up before me and i slept until about 730. I felt pretty good even if the mattress was mostly flat by then. Tonight i put our car blanket on the mattress to hopefully insulate me a little more if we end up on the ground again. James did not that this problem in his sleeping bag.

I woke up and got cleaned up and dressed best i could in the tent. My hair looks super dirty. Annoying but whatever. I wore a hat for the morning and clipped it back after that.

We had a nice breakfast. James made us pancakes and i had veggie sausage. Which had a nice texture but was a little dry. And once we were cleaned up and the fire was out we went for a bike ride.

We just biked around the camp ground. Saw how it was laid out. I had a nice time. It's mostly flat. We are going to look into more biking tomorrow but the short circles we took today was really nice.

We stopped by the water and took pictures. It was just really nice to be together. It is really beautiful here. And the weather is so nice. A little worrisome how nice for November. But still very nice.

We got back to the camp site. Locked up the bikes. And drove into town. Today was a day for Christmas shopping.

We did two large antique stores. And a few smaller places. The first little town, Snow Hill, had an antique toy store that was basically a museum. It was super cool and me and James both spent to much money but we got a bunch of awesome gifts and other things and i just had a blast seeing everything. I even found a tray dedicated to tall ships with Connie right on it. We might keep that one but ehh if we gift it, it was just a really cool find. Always is when we see the ship we met on. Always will be special.

After a stop at a store with very special salts and oils and honey, we went to our next town.

Berlin called itself the coolest small town in the country. Which honestly. It was pretty cool. The building had a New Orleans vibe. And everyone seemed really nice.

We went in an antique market that i could have spent multiple hours in. But I restrained myself. I got a few very cool things for gifts. Me and James tried to give each other space so we could keep some things secret. But it was hard when i wanted to keep pointing at things that thought were cool. Still a very fun time.

We got take out from a soda counter. We got sandwiches and ate them outside and just enjoyed being quiet together. It was a really nice time.

It was still early in the day. We did make a stop back at the first antique store so James could grab one more thing he had been debating and then back to camp.

We did some cleaning up. James put more air in the mattress. And I collected sticks. We have a neighbor now. And they have the most darling camper and I'm very jealous. Aesthetically it just the kind I like. I waved hello but I really want to tell them how cool their camper is.

We spent the afternoon reading. And around 4 James for a fire started. We got to use the new saw i bought and we had some technical difficulties with the one but it was fun cutting up fallen trees and stuff. James did injure his thumb a little but i bandaged him up and we got to work on our Thanksgiving.

We did a really good job working together. We had stuffing and mashed potatoes. We had a half apple each. Garlic bread. A hotdog. Pumpkin pie. And cranberry juice. Neither of us could finish but man was it fun making it happen. We told each other what we were thankful for. And it was just so nice.

We did the dishes and made out by the fire. As one does. Had lots of laughs. And once everything was cleaned and packed up we played a true or false trivia game until the fire went down. We had a lot of fun with that one.

We put the fire out all the way. And decided to take a walk to the docks. I told him a story from history on the way there and he told me one on the way back. We looked at the stars and the moon and had laughs and it was just a really nice time. I'm having a great time and i feel really happy.

When we got back here i got my pjs on. I may put another layer on. But right now I'm cozy. James just went i brush his teeth and I'll probably get up and do the same now. Wash my face. We're both planning on early morning showers tomorrow. Gotta brave the cold for that one. Well see.

Thanks for all of you being patient with my lack of upload service. Asap i promise.

Goodnight everyone. Be safe!!!

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rogermeddowstaylorr · 5 years

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New apartment - ... Last for life ? (part 2)

Note: Hey there lovies! here comes the second part! I tried to upload it sooner but tumblr was messing with my text on my phone. Thank for your feedbacks, it means a lot to me! and special thank for @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me , as usual. That girl’s helping me so badly and is my buddy. (i love you uwu) Hope you’ll like this chapter, and ... enjoy!

Warning: fluff? they’re talking about sex?

Tag: @rogermeddowstayl0r @annas-unicorun @incorrcctqueen

part 1

“It was in our dressing room, after the show...” he pulled back from you, softly, tears on his cheeks. “And it was with Brian.” you looked at him, breathless. Dizziness took you by surprise and you had to put both hands on your bed to hold on and not fall.

It was so hot inside of your place that all the windows were opened. You and Roger were on the balcony, smoking quietly. His long hair was slowly bouncing because of the fresh wind, and his striped shirt was almost completely opened, looking for air. His aviator glasses were pushed down his nose and he was looking at the view. You were wearing a short flowery dress, and your feet were on the table, facing Roger. A puff of smoke came in the air and you smiled at him.

“Gig tonight?” you asked. His eyes came on you and he returned your smile.

“Yep.” he put slowly his smoke on his mouth and a grin appeared on it. “And our plan would be executed.” You smiled a little bit more, and then, lowered your eyes.

“Maybe that's bad. Maybe we will hurt them...” you said, with a little voice. Roger raised slowly from his chair, and let his hand brush your cheek tenderly.

“Hey, bub. No, they're just… in love. They would probably don't care.” he was looking straight ahead in your eyes, to catch your attention. You seemed a little bit disappointed. They're in love. Yeah. Tears threatened to dive down on your cheeks and you laughed a little, to distract you.

“Sorry, Brian is making me so emo.” you sighed. Roger pulled you softly in a hug, closing his eyes. You spent long minutes in his arms, head resting against in chest, when suddenly he pulled back.

“Let's go, I’ve got to set the instruments with the guys!”

When you arrived, the blonde and you did a quick recap of your plan: make Brian and Cheryl jealous. It was Roger's idea and you followed him because he was a womaniser and, knowing Rog', Brian would believe that. You two were close, Roger putting his hand on your waist and murmuring dirty things at your ear to make you blush. You were wearing an excessively short dress that was mirroring Cheryl's. The girl was on Brian's lap, stopping every action she was doing to look at your abnormal closeness. Roger clenched his jaw and you just avoided looking at them. You kissed the corner of his mouth, tenderly. You two already played this game in your college years, and the rule was the same: everything was superficial, and you never kissed him directly. You heard a muffled groan coming from Cheryl, and smiled to the other.

“Hi guys!” Roger was holding your hand, looking at you tenderly. Everyone in the room was surprised by your acting. Freddie was the first to smile, coming closer.

“Oh my lord, Blondie, you shagged her! It was time, darling!” you punched gently Freddie's shoulder and laughed. “You two would finish together one day, it was bound to happen!” You gave a small look at Brian and Cheryl and you could tell that they were clearly pissed. Cheryl had crossed her arms, biting a bit her lower lips, while staring at Roger. She finally came closer to Brian and whispered something.

“We can hear you Cheryl.” Roger said, in a low voice. You clenched your hand around his and tried to stay calm. “And your dress is clearly not better than hers.” he avoided Brian's stare, letting your hand to grab his drum kit. Freddie was staying in the middle and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. He took suddenly your hand, leading you outside, for a “small talk” as he whispered.

“So hello there, Y/N! What is your game?” he stared at you, holding your hands in his.

“ 'Not my game, it was Roger's idea.” you answered right after. “He wanted to make Brian and Cheryl jealous. It is working, for once! One of his ideas are working.” Freddie sighed, putting a hand dramatically on his forehead.

“He's so stupid, my godness.” His hands came on your cheeks, and he pushed you closer to him. “Listen, you have to stop his game because, if not, the band is going to be CRASHED by Brian's hate.” he was looking so serious it was frightening. You nodded quickly, eyes wide. Freddie pulled back from you and lowered his sight. “Hm… Cigarette?” he smiled genuinely, handing you one.

Coming inside, Roger's eyes were on you, and you tried to be witty as possible. You came closer from him, a hand on his chest, a worried and urgent look on your face.

“Fred just talked to me, we have to stop, Rog'. Brian is not going to like it...” you whispered in his ear. He just looked back at you, and shrug his shoulders, not convinced.

On the other side of the room, Cheryl and Brian were actually making out. It was with disgust that you and the blonde realized that. Gross. Without warning, you felt Roger's hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him. You looked at Freddie, needing him to stop that, but he was not facing you. Roger pulled you suddenly in a true and tender kiss. A whimper escaped your mouth, your hands on his chest, trying to get rid of him at first, but slowly softening. You answered his kiss, without realizing exactly. He was breathtaking? Intoxicating? Bewitching? Thrilling? You wondered how the fuck you could go out of this kiss. You pulled back, needing air, out of puff, looking at his blue eyes. Coming back to you, you frowned.

“The rule, idiot.” you whispered. Roger was just looking at your lips. Brian's footsteps caught your attention.

Freddie let out a soft “Oh no,” and, in the next second, Brian was on Roger, punching him.

This “ridiculous fight” -as Freddie called it- ended with both Roger and Brian bleeding from the nose, and having some bruises on their bodies. They played their gig without any complicity, and Roger rushed to see you after the show. He sighed, massaging a bruise on his arm. The sweat was running over his bare chest, his striped shirt completely opened and soaked. His blonde hair was messy and tangled, he needed a good brush.

“It was hurting me so bad!” he was grumpy and knew that Brian would forgive him soon. At the same time, you were concerned by that fight.

“I've told you, Roger!” you took a sip of your beer. “Fred warned me, and I’ve warned you, so do not cry now.”

“You're rough.” he put his hands on your waist, a grin coming on his face. “I like it.” You looked at him, confused, rising an eyebrow.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you pull him back. “Stop playing now. They know everything, so we're back being best friends, bub.” His smile faded at the moment your words reached his ears.

“I was just… Sorry.” he stepped back, looking at you.

All along the evening, Roger was avoiding you, and you were with Freddie, talking barely after the seventh shot of Tequila you just drank. Roger came back with a gorgeous blonde, smiling.

“I would be home, bub.” he said, looking straight in your eyes. By the smell, you could tell he was high as fuck, though he didn’t even like weed. Another night he would not remember.

Freddie took one of your hand, after Roger was not here anymore. You knew Fred since a little time but you were close, finding in him a big brother.

“Listen, lovely.” he said softly, brushing a hair out of your face. He was drunk too and it was difficult for him to articulate. “Roggie is CLEARLY in love with you, okay?” your mouth opened to stop him but he shut you “I’m drunk, I know but… Love… The way he looks at you… The way he kissed you. He was not acting anymore.” after a moment of serious, Freddie laughed suddenly kissing your forehead. “You're beautiful! Stunning! Glittering! Go and get your man until he fuck that Swedish girl.”

What was he saying? Was it true? You loved Freddie, but he was almost drunker than you. Your friendship with Roger was idyllically platonic. Except when he tried to kiss you, this night, at his home. Or when he wanted you to come a night, in some lost bathrooms, when he was with a girl to “try new things”. You never realized how much your relation was strange since that night and Freddie's talk. You never realized all the little witty spades Roger sent you during all this time. Was he real? Or was it his usual game with girls? He was always here for you, but it was his job, as a best friend. He was even here when you broke up with your boyfriends, comforting you in his bed all the time, saying he could be better than all those guys. Finally, his face earlier when you told him that you were “back being best friends”. Fuck, it has never hit you.

Freddie snapped his fingers in front of your face to help you get out of that infernal labyrinth that were your thoughts, and smiled.

“Go, Love.”

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agentunwin · 6 years

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RUNAWAY [SHAWN X READER]

A/N: God this is honestly so bad because I just wrote it really quick just to have something to upload, so I’m sorry in advance jdks

Prompt: It’s your wedding day, but the man you actually want to marry will be sitting in the crowd.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff (why is that a warning?)

Words: 2,381

Masterlist

The curls peeking from the side of the door are the first thing you notice. Shawn never was very good at sneaking.

And as he watches you and your bridesmaids getting ready for the big event that was starting in all but 20 minutes, he couldn’t control the stream of different emotions flowing through him.

You’re wearing a long, flowing, diamond-studded dress like the star you are. This dress was you; the embodiment of class, elegance, beauty. You were gleaming, your makeup absolutely perfect, hair styled pristinely.

The glow emanating from your face was ethereal. You looked happy.

But not happy because of him.

Shawn's mind goes blank for a while, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, and he only comes to when he notices you kindly waving your bridesmaids out of the room.

At this, Shawn stands up straight and clears his throat, pretending to check his time or fix his hair or adjust his tie; anything to not make himself look suspicious as the girls passed him, going to fulfill their duties somewhere else.

The room he had been listening in on was now silent, and the war inside his mind was only growing. Should I go in and say hi?, he'd ask himself, or should I just leave?

The long, strange silence is broken when your voice speaks out, catching him off guard.

"You can come in, Shawn."

Shawn's eyes go wide at the realization that he's been caught, but he stands up from the wall and nervously takes a few steps into the room, feeling blessed to even breathe the same air as you again.

You look different than you did just a minute ago. Your glow has dimmed, eyelids suddenly heavier, and your smile- if that's even what you could call it anymore- has turned timid and shy.

Was this the effect he had on you now, when not so long ago, he was the only source of your happiness?

"H-Hi." Shawn breathes out, nose stinging with warning of his tears that would inevitably fall at some point tonight. "Long time no see."

You only nod at this, lipstick-stained lips pressing together.

"Uh, you look great." Shawn compliments, eyes brightening the slightest bit. "Really great. I see you got the dress you always told me you'd wanna be married in."

"Yep. I love it." You mutter blandly as look down to your lap for a second, your left hand beginning to instinctively play with the engagement ring on your right hand. This has become a nervous habit of yours ever since the ring was given to you 9 months ago.

"That's a big rock," He chuckles, and you can tell at this point he's just trying to keep some conversation going, dancing around what he actually wants to say. "Must've cost a fortune, so I'm guessing this guy is loaded. Who is he, anyway?"

"His name is Michael." You hum, nodding your head. "He's a doctor, so yeah, he's pretty well off. That doesn't matter though."

Shawn bites the inside of his cheek and contemplates his next words. His ex's wedding day surely isn't the best day to confess his feelings, but it's been eating him alive for 2 years now. 2 years of crying himself to sleep, 2 years of writing songs about you, 2 years of misery. And god, he wants her to know how miserable he really is, but that wouldn't be fair to her.

"How's your love life going?" You suddenly ask, eyebrows raised. The question confuses him but he knows you're only trying to make banter as well.

Shawn opens his mouth but nothing comes out as he awkwardly stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"I've tried speed dating and dating apps and those sorts of things," He finally speaks up, but his next words are barely audible, you're not even sure if you hear him correctly. "It never works, though.. Because it's not you."

You bite your lip and he can see your eyes get even heavier at the shift of mood in the room. Shawn feels awkward and he feels stupid, but he continues talking, probably making things worse for himself.

"I miss you so much, Y/N. I miss coming home to you after long days in the studio and spooning with you. I miss those talks about what our wedding day would be like and what dog we'd get and what our kids would be like. I miss the way your face would light up with excitement every time you see me. Now, we're acting like strangers and it's killing me." Shawn takes a deep, shaky breath when he's finishing his words, trying to keep his tears at bay. He shuts his eyes and licks over his cracked lips, "But I also love seeing you happy. So if this is what makes you happy, you have my full support."

He doesn't open his eyes in fear of what you might do or say. He feels embarrassed that he just laid all of that on you when he told himself it was wrong- that it wouldn't be fair. But he did it anyway, and he could already feel regret seeping into his bones.

"What if I'm not?"

Your voice is shy, just a whimper on the tip of your tongue, but it's enough for him to whip his head up.

His eyes go wide and he furrows his eyebrows, "What if you're not what?"

"Happy." She sniffs, and now he can see the tears in her eyes as well.

His jaw drops and he's gaping at her, mind spinning. "Y/N, no, no, no, what do you mean? You have to be happy, right? You're marrying this guy, you have to be sure!"

"God," You chuckle bitterly, a look of disbelief on your face. "You sound like everyone else in my life. I can't do this."

That's when you start really bawling, and now, Shawn has absolutely no idea what to do with himself. He's standing in front of the bride who's hands are covering her face, completely ruining her makeup, and if someone were to walk by right now, this would not look good.

Shawn runs to shut the door and then he runs back over to you, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hands in his. This familiar touch is what you'd missed for so long. It was strong and comforting, just like all of him.

"Y/N." Shawn says sternly, forcing your eyes up to his. "Tell me what's going on."

"He's not a good person!" Y/N immediately screams, tears streaming down her face even faster now. "All he cares about is money and his job, all I am to him is a trophy! But I have to marry him, I can't deny him because everyone in my life only wants me to marry a rich man. They don't even care about how I feel, and now I feel like I'm in hell every time I wake up in the morning and you're not next to me. I hate this, I hate him, I hate myself!"

You're pounding at Shawn's chest with every last word as you completely break down, heaving and hiccuping wildly, and Shawn swears he's never seen you so angry before.

Shawn catches your hands in his again to get you to stop and his grip is much stronger this time, making sure you don't escape him. He doesn’t know what to say or do and his mind is just trying to when you add the icing on top, your watered eyes looking straight into his.

“I miss you, Shawn, I miss you so fucking much.”

He’s been waiting to hear those words leave your lips for 2 years now, but now that he’s hearing them, he feels awful. He wanted to hear them, but not like this.

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N,” He whispers, a single tear straying down his cheek, “I’m not gonna let you go through with this if you don’t actually want it.”

“I only have 10 minutes, Shawn,” You continue to cry, burying your face in his chest, getting makeup all over his suit. “It’s too late.”

Shawn bites his lip and shakes his head, refusing to let you marry a man you despised. He glanced at the clock and got to work, quickly beginning to unzip your dress, being careful not to rip or ruin it. You only stand there and try to stifle your cries, allowing him to execute whatever plan he’d conjured up.

When the dress is off he’s folding it as carefully as he can given the time, and you’re standing there in your bra and underwear, suddenly self-conscious again. He notices your body cowering under his gaze and he wants to tell you how beautiful you are and not to hide from him but there’s no room for that right now. He grabs random clothes from somewhere in the room, probably one of the bridesmaid’s clothes.

He helps you slip into it and his hands go to your hair, undoing some of the many pins and messing it up a bit.

He steps back and looks at you, sighing heavily. It was a terrible disguise, but for now, it would have to work.

Everything is going so fast you can’t even comprehend what’s happening anymore. He finds a bag somewhere in the room and stuffs the wedding dress in and then he’s grabbing your purse and your hand, rushing you out of the room.

The banquet hall is rowdy, people all around talking and hoping to get a glimpse of the bride and groom before the ceremony begins.

Shawn’s jaw clenches and he leans down to your ear, whispering, “Keep your head down, we’re gonna go out to my car.”

You do as he says and stare at the ground as he guides you through a sea of people, praying that nobody recognized you. The walk to the back door seems like it takes hours before you’re finally hit with the crisp, fresh air, signaling that you’d made it out.

Shawn’s rushing doesn’t stop there, however. He’s running with you to his car and telling you to get into the passenger seat as he runs around to the other side, throwing the dress in the back seat and handing your purse to you.

“Text someone and tell them what’s going on,” Shawn orders you, wasting no time in backing out of the driveway and hitting the long road back to the apartment. “Then turn off your phone. Please.”

You do as he says, texting one of your bridesmaids, then you’re shutting it off and taking a deep breath, looking over to him. “I can’t believe I actually just did that. Fuck, what did I just do?”

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Shawn insists, glancing at you for a second. You look like you could drop at any second now, completely drained of any energy. “Y/N, it’s a long drive home. You can fall asleep if you want, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

That one fateful word slips off his tongue before he can stop himself, but instead of you wincing at the word, you smile gently at it, taking it in wholly. You nod at his promise and reach your left hand out, putting your trust in him. He gets the hint and grabs your hand, lacing your fingers in his.

Shawn gives your hand a small squeeze and then you’re drifting off to the sound of his low singing and the hum of the engine.

A when you wake up, you’re eternally grateful that none of it was a dream.

Shawn’s gently tapping your cheeks, trying to get you to wake up as he whispers, “Y/N, we’re here, wake up, sweetheart.”

You don’t know if you’re surprised or not when you open your eyes and notice you’re back at the apartment that you and Shawn used to own together. He helps you out of the truck and keeps your hands connected as he guides you inside the familiar, cozy building, heading straight for the elevator.

“You still live here?” You mutter, looking up to him.

He nods, rocking back and forth on his feet. “It has a special place in my heart. Lotta memories here, you know. I couldn’t let you go completely.”

Those memories immediately come flooding back to you when he opens the door and you’re hit with a wave of sadness.

Your pictures are still hung up on the wall, serving as constant reminders of you every time he’d pass one. The apartment was exactly the same as you’d left it 2 years ago when you broke up with him, complaining that he was never home because of his music. Now it seemed like all his time was spent in these rooms, moping around and feeling miserable.

But not anymore- Not as long as he had you by his side.

The rest of that night, Shawn helps you get ready for bed, taking your makeup off, putting your hair up into a bun, giving you a bath, and dressing you in some of his way-too-big clothes to sleep in.

You’re laying on your side in the bed that you used to spend hours in. It feels familiar yet cold without Shawn’s body next to you. You don’t know what to do while you wait for him and you’re staring at your phone on the nightstand, tempted to turn it on- to see all of the slander, all of the angry and concerned messages. However, Shawn walks in, catching you staring at it, and he sighs heavily.

“Babe, please don’t think about it. You need to rest.” He mutters, climbing into the bed beside you. He pulls you into him and your body reacts to him like this is normal, like Shawn never left you. Your back is to his chest and your legs tangle together naturally as he nestles his face into your neck, pressing a light kiss there.

“I’m so glad you came back to me. This bed never felt the same after that night.” He whispers and you swear you feel a tear drop onto your skin, making you frown. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Shawn.” You sniff, a small smile replacing your frown. “I never stopped loving you, and I never will.”

A/N: god this is so bad sjdksj sorry

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el-dibidibidorado1 · 5 years

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Untamed Pt.7

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x plus size MASTERLIST

A/n: sorry for the late update! I hope you guys had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!

"Y/N?!"

Noooooo it's my day off! Pulling the blankets over my head and rolled over.

"Y/N?!" Noooooooo.

"Y/N!" Angrily I sit up and bring the blanket down. My eyes open and....... What the fuck? There is a Christmas tree in the middle of my room?! Oh my god there is a real pine tree in the middle of my room!

Slowly, I crawl out of my bed and sit In front of the tree. The smell filled my nose heavenly and the ornaments.......looked familiar. Except for this one, a turtle dove? My fingers softly touch the dove. Who put this here? All of this.

"Y/N" Mom and Ed open my door with scared and angry expressions.

"Someone broke i-" mom looked at the Christmas tree and looked back at me then back at the tree.

"Ta-ta da" I nervously say and extend my arms out.

"I don't know if I should ask how this got here?" Ed pointed at the tree.

"Good. Cause I don't know how either" they both came in and sat next to me looking at the tree. It's beautiful. Whoever placed it here is amazing. Creepy, but amazing.

"It smells amazing" all of us take a deep breath, taking in the wonderful smell. Who knows how long we sat there just looking at the tree.

"Who wants pancakes?" I asked.

"Me" Mom said touching the turtle dove

"This is new" I nod my head and take it down.

"Usually there is two. One for a friend and one to keep, but here we have one."

"Should we freak out about all of this?" Ed questioned. I feel like if I should, but I don't. Why? Why can't I freak out about this?

"Oooh these are nice!" I look at Ed playing with some sunglasses. The sunglasses! I forgot to give them to Bucky! Aw man!

"Take those off! They are a gift to someone!" I get up and take them off his huge head.

"WHO?" He asked childish, putting his hands to the side.

"Someone special" I place them in the desk.

"Well I'm going to make the pancakes, get ready we're going to grandma's" we all got up and went out separate ways. Getting my clothes ready I head to the shower. The marks are gone but now there is a scar left behind, make up will do.

With no care I put my music on and get in the shower. I have gone back to showering once a one or twice times a day and it is fine, still feel dirty, but I can't let it get to me.

I let the music take over me and begin singing while washing my hair.

~send you my love on a wire~

~lift you up every time~

~everyone oooooooooo~

The thought of someone breaking in kinda scared me, and the thought of someone placing it in my room while I was sleeping made it worst. Holy shit! I mean the tree is beautiful, but who could have put it in there it's super heavy, and so quietly too. Rosie and Caroline know that I wanted a really tree for Christmas! Them bitches will give me socks or something they dont want. They are out.

A real Christmas tree is all I wanted! But who did I also mentioned that I wanted one. Then the realization hit me like a bowling ball hitting a pin.

"BUCKY!" I yell and open my eyes making soap get in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that stings. I hurry and get the soap off and finish my shower in a speedy.

Quickly I dry my body and comb my hair. I should have known from the beginning that it was him. My stomach began to get butterflies as I thought about Bucky bringing a pine tree into my house quietly. He gave me a real Christmas tree for Christmas!

"Mom! I need to go somewhere can I get the car?!" I yelled running down the stairs.

"Is 12:37 we need to be at grandmas at 2" she was still making pancakes.

"I'll be back super duper fast!" She gave me her serious look. Come on, please.

"Please I need to go" I gave her my best puppy eyes. Fall for them, fall for them! She threw me the keys, happily I gave her a kiss and ran out. As i raced to Bucky's place I began trying to wrap the sunglasses. That's it! Is that all I am going to really give him! NO! I need to buy him something else! Should I just wait? Or give him the sunglasses?

"Nope! I'm waiting!" Getting out of the car I slip on ice but manage to get a hold of the car door. Getting myself together I go and knock on his door.

Knock knock knock!

I wait for 10 minutes but he doesn't answer. Ugh he's not home! I hit my head against the door. After a couple of seconds I get in the car and head straight home. What did I expect? he has family, duh. Getting home I literally flop myself on the couch.

"Where were you?" Ed asked me.

"Hukmmmmmm" my face was squished against the pillow.

"Huh?"

"I know who gave meee the tree!!!!" Shouted into the pillow. He sat next to me and put a hand on my back.

"His name is Bucky Barnes." He just hummed.

"Ed say something?"

"What do I say?"

"I dont know?! Something?!"

"Is he different?" I nod

"Is he like the other guys?" I shake my head

"Have you....you know?" I shake my head again. I lift my head and look at the destroyed artificial tree. A little chuckle escaped me thinking about Bucky just trying to get all the ornaments.

"How did you guys meet?"

"Work" I sit up trying to fix my hair. He didn't ask anything else. We ate and went to grandma's. We did the same thing over and over again, eat dinner, sit In front of the t.v. or look at the stupid fake tree, then open presents and asking where my boyfriend is, then we eat more. Same. Shit. Over. And. Over. Again.

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"Hey Bucko" Tony sat next to me while drinking his spiked eggnog.

"Hey" he gave me one and I gladly drank it. Alcohol didn't affect Steve or I. Super solder serum.

"Ready for presents?" I nod my head and look at the tree. Damn, Tony goes all out! The thing is almost touching the ceiling.

"You know I didn't buy anything for you guys......i thought I wasn't going to come."

"Hey. Your presence is better than anything" he puts his head on my shoulder and finishes his eggnog.

"Tony what are you doing?" Nat asked amused.

"Don't ruin the moment!" Tony yelled and began digging into his pocket.

"Here take a picture. And post it on my Twitter account. Saying something nice" he put his head back on my shoulder and his hand on my chest like a couple.

"Smile honey"

"No" i deadpan.

"Come On sweetheart" I try moving away but he pulls me back down.

"COME ON. LOVE MEEEEE" I manage to get up and Tony falls to the floor getting a hold of my leg.

"3......2......1!" Nat takes the picture. She showed us the picture cracking up.

"Ohh Oh this is perfect" Tony let's me go and grabs his phone and process to upload the picture.

"Come and open presents!" Steve yells. Once we where all in the room Sam had a Santa hat while giving out the presents. Everyone got a bunch of presents! I got one but it didn't matter I felt good. Bunch of clothes and video games where scattered across the room it was amazing! It felt like home, I just missed someone.

"I know......Buck" Steve caught my attention from Peter teaching me how to use my new phone.

"Hm?" Both Steve and Tony give me a heavy box.

"This is from all of us." Tony said with a huge smile on his face. I began ripping the paper. Man, I felt so excited! I don't care if i just got two presents they ment something important. A record player!

"Look inside" clint said.

A bunch of old records that I enjoyed from the past. I got up and hugged Steve for the wonderful memory before war.

"Hey Bucko" I felt overwhelmed by the gift that a lump formed in my throat.

"There is something else Buck" I look at them and they had huge smiles.

"We might have gotten Tony to make you a mp3 player and put new music in there. It's the songs we think you might like. Some of our favorites too" Clint said as I open the small box inside the case.

"Thank you" I mumbled. I feel overwhelmed with comfort and care.

" Mr. Bucky sir are you crYING? " slowly I wipe my cheek. I guess I am. I try to hid the little tears but I guess I failed.

"I guess I am kid" I lightly chuckled and Peter gave me a bone crushing hug.

"DoN' t cRY" I...

"Peter..." can't...

"Peter........" breath..

"PeTER!!"

"Yes Mr.Stark?"

"Let him go. He can't breath!" Soon as he let go I felt myself take a large amount of air.

"Damn kid you got a strong hold" my voice came out raspy. Laughter filled the room.

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"Here we are Buck" Steve turned on the truck. He wanted to drive to my studio. 3 hour drive just talking and singing like old times.

"Thanks Steve and Sam"

"Yeah whatever. But next time can we hear music from this era! I wanna hear some Kanye West man!" Sam kept on blabbing and blabbing. Ignoring Sam I got out and walked to my door with my stuff.

"Hey" I whip my head to the side and see Y/n.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I open the door and let her in first.

"Thanks. Umm I wanted to th-thank you for the tree. It's beautiful" her cheeks turned pink. "Welcome" I mumbled and placed my stuff on the bed.

"I got you something.." she gave me a Christmas bag. "It's not like your gift sadly. I wish I could give you something better" I open the bag and see the sunglasses that i wanted and a DVD movie. Dumbo.

"We can finally see the movie. If you want." She was nervous, I can tell. All I need is her presence, she made this Christmas better.

"Y/n, you watching the film with me will make my Christmas perfect"

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aacinedinburgh · 3 years

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Week 2: Glasgow, Portobello Beach, & the First Week of Classes

And we're back! Quick note, in case you didn't know: clicking on the pictures will open them and improve the viewing resolution! Without further ado...

Classes started this week, although it's a pretty light academic week. Two of my classes have asynchronous lectures, and the other two only have one lecture a week. Seminars and tutorials, which are smaller in-person sessions, don't start until next week.

Basically, that means that I have time to take a day trip to Glasgow on the first day of school. As I learned in the museum I went to (more on that later), Glasgow was in a post-WW2 downward spiral essentially from the collapse of the industrial sector, but in the 80s, began to reinvent itself as a center of arts, music, and culture. So now, Glasgow is the big Scottish stop for touring musicians, conventions, etc.

One of my favorite artists, dodie, is currently touring the UK, and when I saw she was performing in Glasgow, I knew I had to go. I only have class until 10am on Mondays, so I decided that I might as well make a day of it and explore the city.

The (doubledecker!) bus ride to Glasgow was only supposed to take about an hour, but there was apparantly a gas leak on the M8, so it ended up taking a little over two hours, and I got there in the early afternoon. The good news is I found a really great Indian restaurant for lunch. The best part? The signs hanging inside:

After lunch, I walked over to Kelvingrove Park, in Glasgow's West End. Despite the gray skies and sprinkling rain, there were still tons of people out having picnics with their kids or walking their dogs. Inside the park is Kelvingrove Art Museum and Gallery. There was a little bit of everything inside: big natural history exhibits, the history of Glasgow, old French paintings, and an Ancient Egyptian sarcophagus. The grandiose halls were probably my favorite part, though:

After the museum, I walked through the University of Glasgow campus. One of the main buildings gave off serious Hogwarts vibes. I also walked through the Glasgow Botanical Gardens. Unfortunately, I got there late enough in the afternoon that the greenhouses were already closed, but it was still a nice walk-through.

After the Gardens, I took the bus over to George Square, in the city centre. The bus was rickety as hell. Like, shaking so badly it made Wile E. Coyote on a jackhammer look stable. Nevertheless, I arrived safely. George Square has a whole bunch of big grand buildings, with pillars and arches and domes and the like. I grabbed some fish and chips while I was there before catching another bus down to the concert venue.

Oh my god, y'all, the concert was so good. Shoutout first to the girls in line who let me borrow their portable phone charger and to the girl from Minnesota who was also alone, so we stuck together through the night. Seeing dodie live was such a dream, and it was a great show: the lights, the string quartet, plus getting to stand, I don't know, 10 yards away from the stage? Amazing.

I was kind of nervous about getting back to the bus station and to Edinburgh by myself at night, but luckily, lots of people were headed to the same places, and since probably 90% of the people in attendance were women under 25 (the guys behind me in the picture are honestly some of the only men I saw all night), it ended up being a gaggle of girls all going to the bus station together. It was so weird seeing Edinburgh at the dead of night - it was completely deserted. Even on the most busy streets downtown, Princes St, the Royal Mile, etc., there was not a soul or car to be found. Eerie. If I hadn't been walking back to campus with other people, I would have been super unnerved.

Thanks also to everyone who was checking in that I had not, in fact, been murdered. Gold medal goes to Schyler "please tell me you are not alone rn" Rowland. I love and appreciate you.

I truly enjoyed my visit to Glasgow, but I'm honestly glad that I'm living in Edinburgh instead. Glasgow felt much more like a big city, with all the positives (cool venues, events, and things to do) and negatives (some slightly spooky, grungy, industrial areas) that come with that. Edinburgh has this cosy village feel, even with the 500k+ population, and I'm so glad I get to experience that!

I also made my way over to Portobello Beach, Edinburgh’s coast looking out over the bay. There were lots of dogs and fun stands set up along the beach - I grabbed some gelato from a cart! It wasn’t sunny, but that’s not unusual for Edinburgh and it was beautiful nonetheless.

It's also been a week full of dance classes! This week I went to tap, contemporary, hip hop, and a pole dance class, and next week I'm headed to jazz, as well as African and swing dance classes. You have to pay for membership and attendance to events at the student organizations here, but these first two weeks of the semester are free trial periods, so I'm trying to cram as many classes in as possible. If I get videos of routines I do throughout the semester, I'll upload them here. :)

Stray observations:

- The Glaswegian (yes, that's what they're actually called) accent is so thick. Like the accents from Brave upped significantly. A man at the subway station spoke directly to me for 30 straight seconds, and I understood exactly zero of the words that came out of his mouth. Thank God none of my professors have thick accents. One of them has an Italian accent, which I definitely did not see coming and is also very fun.

- Favorite thing I saw in Glasgow: a hot pink PSA sign that read "be a tidy weegie." Amazing.

- Apparantly spiral notebooks aren't a thing here? I spent about 2 hours going from store to store, and they're not on the UK Amazon either. I ended up with a huge notepad that I put sticky tabs in to section off my classes.

- My respect for pole dancers has just skyrocketed. It was a half hour class, and my wrists are sore (they were popping in and out the whole time, haha), my shoulders hurt, my knees are bruised, and I've got a friction rash on my forearm. It was so fun to try something new, especially something I've wanted to try for a long time now, but seeing as I have to pay for all the orgs I choose to be a part of, I might stick to a style of dance that's a little less painful.

- Happy Bi Visibility Week! To my many bi friends and family, I love you and am so thankful to have you in my life. <3

See you all next week! I have some fun adventures planned in the meantime. ;)

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