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[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Get you someone that looks at you the way Jensen looks at Misha...

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The most common celebrity/fame Astrology placements ✨🤩📸

The glitz, the glamour, the endless number of fans that seem to be mesmerized by them… have you ever notice how a lot of famous individuals have a certain grab and magnetism about them? Well, they might have more in common astrologically than you thought. Without further ado, here are some of the most common traits you will find in famous individual’s natal charts:

1. Pronounced Leo and Cancer placements in personal planets, especially sun, moon, and ascendant.

In the world of Hollywood, Leo energy is prevalent with countless Leo suns in the industry including: Demi Lovato, Steve Carell, Robert De Niro, Kylie Jenner, Daniel Radcliffe, and Madonna just to name a few. Cancer energy also runs strongly, with cancer sun celebrities also finding major success such as:

*Lana Del Rey (a Cancer sun with a Leo Moon, Scorpio Ascendant, Leo midheaven and Venus conjunct her north node)

*Ringo Starr (another cancer with a Leo moon)

*Margot Robbie (a cancer sun with a Taurus Midheaven & Aquarius north node)

Cancer & Leo personal planets can be found in a wide range of celebrities including:

*Dua Lipa (a Leo sun/Cancer Moon)

*Taylor Swift (a Sagittarius sun/Cancer moon)

*Micheal B. Jordan (an Aquarius sun/Cancer Moon)

*Drake (a Scorpio sun/cancer moon/Leo ascendant)

*Julia Roberts (Scorpio Sun/Leo Moon)

*Megan Fox (Taurus Sun/Leo Moon)

*Paul McCartney (Gemini Sun/Leo Moon)

*Bruno Mars (a Libra sun/Leo moon)

*Blake Lively (a Virgo sun/Leo ascendant, with plenty of positive sun aspects including sun conjunct her natal Mars, venus, and Mercury, & also sun trine her Jupiter)

There are many more celebrities who have these similar placements.

2. Prominent north node aspects or favorable house placement.

The North Node shows our Karmic Destiny. Certain placements show where an individual might see fame more than others, including the 1st, 5th, 10th, and 11th houses. Some celebrities that have these placements include:

1st house of identity:

*Martin Luther King Jr. (North Node in Taurus: who showed fearlessness in the face of racism to unite the people)

*Amy Winehouse (North Node in Gemini: who’s songs about her life have remained popular long after her untimely death)

*Megan The Dutchess of Sussex (Leo sun/Cancer Ascendant with North Node in Leo: who is one of the most famous women in the world now whether you like her or not)

*James Dean (North Node in Aries: who’s image as a bad boy heartthrob has been solidified in history long after his untimely death)

5th house of creativity, children, and happiness:

*Angelina Jolie (who is also cancer Venus and Ascendant at 28°, has her North Node in Sagittarius. She is a talented actress that has also traveled the world and made it her mission to help and adopt children)

*Selena Gomez (who is also Leo Ascendant, with moon & part of fortune conjunct her Taurus midheaven, has her North Node in Capricorn, and is also a talented actress, who due to her illness cannot have children. Unfortunately, the planet of Saturn, Capricorns ruler, may deny children entirely, or only bring very few)

*Christiano Ronaldo (who is also Leo moon, has his North Node in Taurus, he has had a stable career playing soccer, known as a heartthrob with the Venus energy, and also the father to five children)

10th house of public image:

*Donald Trump (who is also Leo ascendant & Taurus Midheaven, with sun & Uranus conjunct his North Node in Gemini, he has captivated audiences on a global scale with his words and with Sun and Uranus being opposite planets conjunct his north node, he is extremely polarizing with his supporters absolutely loving him and his opposers absolutely hating him)

*Beyoncé (who is Mars conjunct her Leo North Node in the 10th house. Beyoncé is also known on a global scale and the amount of time and energy she puts into her craft is very evident, she also carries herself with a mars-esque energy in her public persona.)

*Britney Spears (with her North Node in Cancer. While she is extremely talented, her career has had a lot of exploitation of her and her assets and made her a victim in the public eye)

11th house of social circles aspirations and collaboration:

*Lady Gaga (who has her North Node in Taurus, which rules the voice, has famously collaborated on singing projects with other creatives including Tony Bennett, and Bradley Cooper)

*Robert Downey Jr. (who has his North Node in Gemini has famously gotten himself into heaps of mischeif when he was younger turned his life around when he associated himself with Marvel and propelled himself further into stardom, eventually getting his Oscar winning role in Oppenheimer)

*Ariana Grande (who has her North node in Sagittarius. In Jennette McCurdy’s book “I’m Glad My Mom Died” she recalled being jealous of how lucky Ariana was for all the opportunities that were being granted to her though her association to higher ups at Nickelodeon)

3. 1st house planets, 5th house planets, 10th house planets, and 11th house planets (especially Sun, Jupiter, Neptune, and Venus)

House placements are always important to check when looking at a natal chart and this area is no different. We see many of the same placements among famous individuals such as:

*Blake Lively (who has a first house stellium consisting of her sun, mercury and Venus, and a fifth house stellium with Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune)

*Paul Rudd (who has a fifth house stellium with Neptune, moon and mars, and a 10th house stellium with his Mercury, sun, Venus, and Saturn)

*Vanessa Hudgens (who is also Leo ASC & Taurus MC also has a fifth house stellium with her sun, Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, and Mercury)

*Kim Kardashian (sun and mercury fall into her 11th house and she has a 10th house stellium consisting of Jupiter, Pluto, and Saturn. She also has Neptune in her first house which is another popular fame placement that is also seen in Marilyn Monroe) A stellium is not needed in these houses either.

*Rihanna (her sun & mercury is in the 11th house with her Jupiter in the first house and though her moon & Venus fall in the 12th house, they do conjunct her ascendant)

4. Having a fixed midheaven: Scorpio, Taurus, Aquarius, Leo

The midheaven shows where the most ideal career placement for an individual. Usually fame can been seen amongst fixed midheaven placements. Some examples include: Taurus MC:

*Margot Robbie

*Timothée Chalamet

*Emma Stone

*Vanessa Hudgens

*Miranda Kerr

*Nick Jonas

*Justin Timberlake

Leo MC:

*Harry Styles

*Daniel Craig

*James Gandolfini

*Chevy Chase

*Robin Williams

*Nicole Kidman

*Jim Carrey

*Aretha Franklin

Scorpio MC:

*Hilary Duff

*Zendaya

*Jane Fonda

*Johnny Knoxville

*Barack Obama

*Willem Defoe

*Carrie Fisher

Aquarius MC:

*Miley Cyrus

*Pamela Anderson

*Will Smith

*Drew Barrymore

*Gordon Ramsay

*Tim Burton

*John Krasinski

5. Having personal planets at 5°, 17°, or 29° as they are degrees ruled by Leo.

In degree theory, these degrees are ruled by Leo and can also be seen as a common placement among many different famous individuals including:

*J.P. Morgan (successful banking mogul, who actually used astrology in his personal life, had his Taurus mercury at 29° and he once famously said, “Millionaires don’t use astrology, billionaires do.”)

*Post Malone (also has his Gemini Venus at 29°, and he has made his career diverse in various genres and has been extremely loved wherever he goes)

*Morgan Wallen (has his Aquarius moon at 29°, and his 5° Libra Jupiter conjunct his Midheaven)

*Steven Tyler (who has his Aries Sun at 5°. He has amassed many fans among his decades long career)

*Jim Carrey (who has both his Gemini moon at 17° and his Capricorn mars at 17°, once wrote himself a check for a million dollars before he became famous to manifest his future as a successful actor and around a year later found himself with major roles)

*Loretta Lynn (the iconic “Coal Miners Daughter” singer has her Aries Mercury at 17°, and her songs have stood the test of time)

6. Having personal planets at 28° ruled by cancer. Makes an individual a “household name”

Cancer rules the home, so it goes hand in hand with creating a household name among 28° holders. A few examples include:

*A$AP Rocky (who has his Leo Venus at 28° is famously known for his music and style)

*Miley Cyrus (who is 28° Taurus ascendant is definitely a household name and made her way into homes being a child actress and singer)

*Rihanna (has her Sagittarius mars in 28° as well, and she has had a fruitful career full of energy that she has put forward to become a self-made billionaire before 40)

7. Strong 11th house energy

The 11th house in astrology is the realm of Aquarius. Think of these individuals being innovators, and different. 11th house energy is commonly seen in famous individuals including:

*Johnny Depp (world famous actor has his Gemini sun in 11)

*Beyoncé (billionaire and one of the biggest singers in the world also has her sun in the 11th)

*Angelina Jolie (renowned actress and philanthropist has her Gemini sun and Mercury in the 11th house)

*Rihanna (another one of the biggest singers in the world has her Pisces sun and Aquarius Mercury in the 11th house)

*Lady Gaga (has her Aries sun, Aries venus, and Taurus north node in the 11th house)

*Kim Kardashian (A-list reality television star, model and business woman, has her Libra sun, and Scorpio mercury in her 11th house)

*Zayn Malik (another one of the biggest boy band & solo singers in the world has his Capricorn sun, nept, Uranus, and Mercury in the 11th house)

8. Prominent Jupiter Aspects

Jupiter the planet of luck, optimism and abundance having prominent energy in the natal chart can have a “lucky” influence on a famous individual, a few examples include:

*Elizabeth Taylor (world famous actress has natal, Jupiter trine ascendant, Jupiter trine Uranus, Venus trine Jupiter)

*Quentin Tarantino (talented movie director has natal Sun conjunct Jupiter, Mercury conjunct Jupiter, and Jupiter trine North node)

*Zendaya. (world famous actress, singer, and model has natal sun trine Jupiter, moon trine Jupiter)

*Samuel L. Jackson (another one of the most famous actors in the world has natal sun conjunct Jupiter, moon trine Jupiter, Jupiter trine Saturn, and Mercury conjunct Jupiter)

9. Aspects made to the ascendant and/or midheaven.

Our ascendant (how we portray ourselves) and our midheavens (career placement) having plentiful aspects can be seen in a wide range of well known celebrities in both old Hollywood and in recent time. Here are a few examples:

*Jayne Mansfield (one of the biggest sex symbols of her era before her untimely death had, North node trine ascendant, Neptune sextile ascendant, mars sextile ascendant, ascendant trine Midheaven)

*John Wayne (world renowned western actor, was a natal holder of, Mercury conjunct ascendant, sun conjunct ascendant, ascendant trine midheaven, sun trine midheaven, Mercury trine midheaven)

*Judy Garland (who played Dorothy in Wizard of Oz, had ascendant trine midheaven, moon sextile midheaven, mercury conjunct ascendant, Mercury trine midheaven)

10. Positive mars & Jupiter aspects

Mars the planet of action in a harmonious aspect with Jupiter the planet of luck, abundance and optimism can bring lucky opportunities with action and can be seen in famous individuals such as:

mars conjunct Jupiter:

*Ariel Winter

*Channing Tatum

*Lily Collins

*Ludacris

mars trine Jupiter:

*MGK

*Rachel McAdams

*Heath Ledger

*Joaquin Phoenix

mars sextile Jupiter:

*Nicki Minaj

*Emma Stone

*Bella Thorne

*Reese Witherspoon

11. Natal Midheaven conjunct north node.

Our career placement, the Midheaven, in conjunction with our North node, karmic destiny can be seen in quite a few famous individuals including:

*Jared Leto (We the Kings singer and actor has his conjunction in Aquarius)

*Jaden Smith (actor, rapper, and nepo baby has his conjunction in Virgo) *Donald Glover/Childish Gambino (actor, writer, rapper and producer has his conjunction in Gemini)

*Meryl Streep (world famous actress has her conjunction in Aries)

*Mike Tyson (world famous boxer has his conjunction in Taurus)

12. Gemini energy is very common amongst rappers.

Gemini energy is extremely prominent amongst rappers, for the sake of keeping this example shorter I will just be using sun sign Gemini’s. The list of sun sign Geminis:

*Kendrick Lamar

*Sage the Gemini

*Fetty Wap

*Ice Cube

*Kanye West

*Tupac Shakur

*Notorious B.I.G.

*Trippie Redd

*Kodak Black

*Takeoff

*G-Eazy

*Don Toliver

*Azaelia Banks

*Macklemore

*Swae Lee

13. A 10th & 11th house conjunction. If two planets are conjunct but fall into the 10th house of public image and the 11th house of friends/friend groups.

Both of these houses are major players when it comes to our public life. A few examples of these placements are:

*Kim Kardashian (sun in 11 is conjunct her Pluto in 10th)

*Eminem (sun in 11 is conjunct his 10th house Uranus)

*Nicki Minaj (her 10th house sun conjunct her 11th house Venus)

*Marilyn Monroe (11th house sun conjunct her 10th house Mercury)

14. Having prominent Mercury aspects.

Mercury is the planet of communication and self expression. Having mercury aspects are common amongst famous individuals as well including:

*Stephen King (who has had an extremely long career with countless dark books written and movies made, has natal Mercury sextile Pluto & Mercury conjunct Neptune, and Mercury sextile Saturn)

*Drake (has natal Mercury conjunct Venus, common amongst musicians and actors)

*Beyoncé (has her natal Mercury sextile North Node, Mercury sextile mars, and Mercury conjunct Saturn, and her songs have been listened to around the world countless times)

*Justin Bieber (who unfortunately has had a lot of hardships explaining himself and expressing his truths has Mercury square North Node, Mercury square ascendant, and Mercury square Pluto)

*Liam Neeson (the world famous actor has his natal sun conjunct Mercury, Mercury conjunct Venus and moon opposite Mercury)

Research Disclaimer:

All research was conducted by Arielle in April & May 2024. This is all information found by her own research. There are definitely more celebrities that fall under these categories not listed. There is more room to further research this topic.

-AH

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[cutiepieloves131]

Sidereal Vedic Beauty Indicators Pt.1

Note: All nakshatras are extremely beautiful but, I've put up certain nakshatras that are the most linked to beauty, and by my research. Every single human, and you that's viewing my post are beautiful inside and out! ✨

୨🩷୧ Rohini: The most attractive people that I've seen around the world have this placement. Rohini prominent placements in anybody's birth chart are blessed to be very BEAUTIFUL! Rohini folks are born with an enticing and captivating beauty that makes people chase after them. Their best physical features are tantalizing plump lips, round and soft facial features, and medium to big eyes which are extremely hypnotizing and alluring drawing many people in. Remember out of the 26 nakshatras Chandra chose Rohini because of her beauty, charm, and sensuality. Truly a gorgeous nakshatra. 🌸

Rohini Women {Left to Right}: Gene Tierney, Brooke Shields, Marilyn Monroe

୨🩷୧ Pushya: Pushya has been ranked #1 of the most beautiful nakshatras for women, the folks that have this lucky placement are known to be mesmerizing and good-looking. Pushya individuals facial features are cheek bones that are broad and high and tend to be full, plump lips, round wide set eyes, and a high nose bridge. Their faces are in between softness and structure, they're considered the "beauty blueprint". The most beautiful women in the world have Pushya prominence in their charts. 🪷

Pushya Women {Left to Right}: Halle Berry, Selena Gomez, Monica Belluci

୨🩷୧ Chitra: Those who have this placement in their birth charts are born to be eye-catching. Chitra people are the epitome of beauty in ancient text, with their adorning apple cheeks, charming smile, and seductive tiger-like eyes they're always serving looks. Most beauty icons, models, and beauty pageant contestants have Chitra placements and are absolutely stunning beauties! Chitra natives shines bright like pearls and gems~ 💎

Chitra Women {Left to Right}: Doja Cat, Adriana Lima, Madison Beer

୨🩷୧ Revati: It honestly sucks to witness how Revati is underrated when it comes to their beauty, I mean hello do people not see how ravishing Revati individuals are?! They're the bratz doll pretty nakshatra and boy let me tell you, Revati people attractive features consist of soft entrancing features, full lips, and spellbinding eyes. At the same time they're called the "fish pretty" but to me their beauty reminds me of the siren, the tempting and seductive beauty that pulls you in like a song~ 🧜‍♀️

Revati Women {Left to Right}: Janet Jackson, Rihanna, Angelina Jolie

[eepwriting]

Hi can i request a date with Vess at the aquarium pls

He would be all excited to see all the animals & drop every single piece of knowledge he has bout them & the reader would be so mesmerized listen to him talk bout something he loves✨

That’s You ✶ Vessel x GN! Reader

Warnings: none

I’m actually crying this is so cute. We all know boy is smart so I’d absolutely not be surprised to find out he has in depth knowledge on aquatic animals 🐠

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“That’s you.” You stifle a laugh as you point to the eel in front of you. Its head curiously peeking out of its rock enclosure, its wide eyes staring up at you.

Vessel slowly turns his head towards you with a distasteful look on his face. He looks to the eel before he rolls his eyes at you. “I’m okay with that.” He shrugs. “Eels are cool. Did you know they generate their own waves to swim around?” He tilts his head.

“No? Why would I know that? Why do you know that?” You let out a small laugh and look back at the tank. Vessel just shrugs and reaches for your hand, tugging you further down the walkway. “I just do my research. Like these guys, what do you think they are?” He gestures to what looks like a small pile of pink worms. “Worms? Pink worms?” You shrug your shoulders and take a step closer, leaning forward to get a better look.

“Well, yes, but they’re bone eating worms. They eat the bones of dead whales.” He slides his hand up your back. “They’re naturally drawn to the carcass and then they’ll gather in groups and devour the whole thing.” His fingertips abruptly tickle the back of your neck, causing you to jump back into his chest. You side eye him over your shoulder, a smile threatening to crack on your face when you see him trying to hold in a laugh.

“That’s morbid.” But you were not the least bit surprised that he took such interest in the creature. “Morbid, but interesting.” He taps the tip of your nose before turning on his heels. “Let’s go! I wanna see the reptiles!”

You couldn’t help but watch Vessel in awe as he enthusiastically spewed facts and knowledge about various reptiles and amphibians. He spoke with his hands, really taking his time to properly educate you. Looking at you every so often to check that you were paying attention, which it was hard not to. When he spoke so passionately about something he knew a lot about, it was easy to focus on what he was saying. He was a great teacher and it really made you want to learn more. You didn’t think that you’d be in the aquarium for so long but time truly felt like nothing when you had Vessel around. You didn’t mind stopping at almost every enclosure to listen to him.

Now, the two of you stood in front of the floor to ceiling tank, watching the fish, sharks, sea turtles and countless other animals. It was almost mesmerizing, the water sparkling, reflecting off the shiny scales. The relaxing music playing throughout the aquarium putting you at ease, lost in the beauty of the animals. Vessel even stood quiet. You expected him to point out an animal and give you a fun fact, but he just stood, eyes wide as he looked into the tank.

You bump his shoulder lightly, taking a step closer. It takes him a second to look over to you, a content smile on his face. He moves to wrap an arm around your shoulders, giving your arm a small squeeze, smiling down at you again before looking back to the tank.

A picturesque ending to your perfect aquarium outing.

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Yall should have seen me looking through the Monterey Bay Aquarium website lolll

This was very fun (and educational) to write and I hope yall like it!!

K. Bye bye.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hello! I’ve been back and forth on writing you this bc I’m nervous but eh fuck it, I have no shame. So first off, I just want to say that you, Salome, are an absolutely stunning and brilliant writer. As someone who majored in classical studies in college, I was completely blown away by Fatum Nos Iungebit. The world you built was so deeply immersive and characterization of König, in that story as well as your other headcanons, is perfect. For the past week or so, I’m going to be honest, I’ve been going through your blog because I’ve been so hungry for more and the only reason I haven’t interacted more is that 1. I don’t wanna feel like a creep and 2. I was so scared of you blocking me for ‘’spam-liking” or whatever. I can assure you that I am a real person and I’ve been enjoying everything I’ve seen. I came across one concept however, that definitely got my neurons firing and that’s the idea of belly dancer reader x könig and I have some thoughts I wanted to share with you if that’s okay. :)

So I’ve been a belly dancer for almost a decade (I actually celebrate my ten year anniversary next year!). I was part of a belly dance performance troupe at my old university and I currently dance with a studio in my new city. It’s genuinely one of the great passions of my life. I’ve performed at all kinds of venues and for all different occasions from festivals to galas to charity events to hookah bars, so I definitely have some performing experience under my belt, well as what audiences are like. So when I saw the idea of König being mesmerized by a dancer at a wedding, I went !!!

I want to add the caveat that this is based on my experience as a dancer living in the US, and while I’ve performed for SWANA audiences (which is always an amazing experience 🥰) and non-SWANA audiences, I can’t speak for what it’s like in other countries. So, in my ✨personal✨ experience as a belly dancer going on a decade, it’s pretty rare that men will approach dancers during or after a performance—especially to actively hit on her. And believe it or not, it’s because many of them are actually intimidated! I have seen the most seemingly cockiest, proudest men just stare blankly and stand back while we do our thing. If anything, it’s usually women who approach us, gushing about our performances or asking where they can take classes and stuff. Women tend to be the first ones to get up and dance with us, shower us with tips, etc. (again, very much my personal experience as someone living in the US). When it comes to more family-friendly events like weddings and stuff, we also get a lot of kids approaching and that’s always so adorable and sweet—especially when the little babies think we’re princesses. 😭

So back to König, especially Y!König. 😈 he’s at the wedding. He’s mopey. He’s picking at his plate of chicken and rice. He’s happy for his friend and his bride, but a little bitter and jealous that he’ll never get to be that happy. Then, a mejance (essentially an entrance/overture piece of music) swells over the speakers and out comes the dancer, adorned in an Irina Sheyner number (she’s an absolutely STUNNING costume designer, plsplsplsPLS look her up 😭), veil flying behind her. She does her mejance, a drum solo, and at some point…she does a sword number. The level of control she has to be able to balance the sword on her head in impressive, but König can’t help but imagine what it would be like for to dance wielding his knives in hand. Finally, dancer opens up the floor and in typical faction brings out the bride and groom to dance with her, and then most of the other guests follow. Not König though. He hangs back and watches as this beautiful dancer holds the guests in the palm of her hand. Gone is the cocky, brutal soldier, and only the shy, anxious boy remains, the one who would always be left out of games at recess and who wasn’t invited to birthday parties. König has never been the dancing type, but he can’t even bring himself to offer her a few of the banknotes or dollars or whatever currency he’s using. He just stares, and she’s completely oblivious.

A while later, he’s getting ready to leave, when he spots Dancer. Her makeup and hair still done up, but she’s now fully cloaked and awkwardly lugging her suitcase and bags full of props and other equipment across the poorly paved parking lot. König zeroes in on her and before he knows it, he’s approaching her, asking her if she needs help carrying her stuff. Dancer, surprised but this gigantic man suddenly appearing before her, flashes a winning smile at him and says he can. König easily lugs the stuff to Dancer’s car. She thanks him profusely and just like that, she drives away.

It’s only a few hours later that the obsession starts to creep in. König, who’s ordinarily not a big social media user, is now checking the feeds and stories of his friends who attended the wedding. Finally, he comes across one friend who posted a video of themself with the dancer and tagged her Instagram. König can’t click on it fast enough and suddenly, he’s greeted by dozens of images and photos of Dancer. Some are adorably mundane. He finds out that Dancer teaches classes at a studio nearby, and some of the videos consist of dancer teaching basic moves to the camera. There are other videos of her at the local hookah bar, where she performs on a regular basis. König sees one particularly video of Dancer doing a piece of floor work, that same sword balanced proudly on her head as she’s propped back on her arms, her gorgeous hips undulating toward the sky. König feels a dark wave of heat wash over him. He jokingly thinks to himself that maybe he should take up hookah. But one thing is for certain, she’s going to be his one day. He’ll just have to be sneaky about it, subtle.

He clicks the follow button on Dancer’s instagram. She has a few thousand followers. Surely she can’t notice one faceless profile, right? 😈😈😈😈😈😈

Anyway, that’s all I have for now. I know you’re taking a break from fics but if you see this I want you to know you’re an amazing writer. Lots of love! 💖💖💖💖

Ughhh and another lovely soul 😭💗 I don't know what's going on in here this week but both you and anon have really made my heart swell!

And please please please, spam liking is never frowned upon here (I don't know why anyone would block someone who's clearly not a bot for loving your stuff?!) It's such a delight if I see that someone has liked a ton of things instead of just one. It's the highest compliment and praise! ❤️🥺

And your bellydancer prompt/drabble is so mouthwatering, god. If I'm being honest, I'd read whatever you wrote for this thing in a hot minute because you have the skill and you've done the research (an actual bellydancer in my inbox?! Ok Salome try not to be a creep) and the premise is just. GAH. So good, especially with yandere König! ❤️❤️❤️

I have to reveal I wrote like 8 chapters of a story relatively close to this in the fall: Stalker!König obsessing about reader, invading her DMs on Instagram and literally stalking her. She's not a bellydancer, but damn if I didn't think about changing her into one... :) The story is on hold for now, but here is a little snippet as a thank you gift!

CW: Yandere/Stalker!König, harassing, obsessive behavior

I’m sorry, Liebling. You were too beautiful yesterday. I got carried away.

You wake up just to see that your phone is full of messages. From him, of course. He’s created another account on Instagram.

I’m just a man.

You ignore it altogether, even if there’s messages and emails from other people too. You simply go to brush your teeth, hearing how the phone buzzes on your desk.

I know it was disrespectful. I could never call my wife that. Will you forgive me?

You sigh and finish with your morning routine, but the phone buzzes again.

I sent you flowers. Did you get them?

It’s like he knows when you’re awake, because you can see the messages from your screen without having to unlock it. Even if he refreshed your conversation every minute, every second, he can’t possibly see that you’ve seen them yet.

It bugs you to no end, this feeling that he somehow knows that you’re awake. It’s like he knows your every move. It’s the most unnerving thing, and makes you think about horrible scenarios where he has broken into your house while you’re at work, to install cameras or microphones or something. You feel like you’re about to go mad if this nightmare goes on.

You go to the front door, but hesitate a while before you turn the knob.

What if it’s a trap?

What if he wants to kill you because you yelled at him last night at the pub...? What if there’s a bomb or something that goes off when you open the door, what if he aims at you with a gun from across the street and kills you on your doorstep this morning?

Just what the actual fuck does this guy even want with you...

You sigh with a broken heart and some broken nerves, deciding it’s as good a way to go as any. You turn the knob and open the door, only to find the usual porch, and a large bouquet of dark red roses planted there.

More ice sinks into your stomach as you witness the evidence of him knowing where you live. But the fact that he chose to send red roses… Ugh, this guy is so old-fashioned and so unimpressive that it’s somewhat a dull surprise to actually see flowers on that porch.

Who buys red roses these days?

Couldn’t he have picked peonies or something, something to go with your other decor… Red roses are so eighties, so funeral-like, so boring.

You sigh and go and take the flowers to the trash. Then you walk back to your house, make sure the door is locked tight, and go back to your phone to type a message.

Did you see that?

The answer arrives immediately.

What? ❤️

I threw your flowers in the trash.

There’s bit of a pause after that. Your wannabe boyfriend clearly hasn’t got his eye on you at every given moment. That’s a bit of a surprise, almost a disappointment, actually. But only if you were any more crazy.

The reply comes after about 30 seconds, after a series of Typing… bumping up and down on the screen.

I’m sad.

You get some satisfaction from that, but the first reaction is a tiny, tiny dagger to the heart. You sigh – you do nothing but sigh these days – not only because of his message, but also because you can’t seriously be having a moment of compassion for your stalker, for god's sake.

You make me sad, Liebling 💔 Are you still angry with me?

You throw the phone away and go to make yourself some breakfast, only to stop and turn when you hear the phone buzz again.

I’ll send you more flowers.

Jesus…

You unlock the screen in a frenzy and type a reply in mere seconds.

Don’t bother. I’ll throw them in the bin too.

Typing…

You have to keep them at some point. Trash bins get full so soon.

STOP HARASSING ME.

You throw the phone away for good this time, and don’t come back to it for another hour. You eat your breakfast with squirming insides and a rattled heart, waiting for someone to come bring you flowers at any given moment.

But no one ever comes.

You check your phone before going to work, but there’s nothing from him there. You go and block his new profile, unsurprised to see that there are no pictures this time, not even a profile picture (well, there is one, but it’s only a black circle), just in case. You don’t know why you didn’t block him in the first place.

There’s a radio silence for a few days. You spend them at the edge of your seat, with lots of trouble sleeping, but soon start to ease into the fact that maybe he finally had enough. Maybe you were not as interesting or attractive as he thought when he met you in person…

Wait, what?

Gosh, you can’t be this desperate... You simply can’t. This has to end.

You don’t talk about him in therapy, mainly to convince yourself that you’re not thinking about him at all. You’re not missing him harassing and stalking you, and you’re not disappointed that he didn’t send you enough flowers to fill your entire bin.

You know you should address this: this crazy need to be something groundbreaking to someone. To want someone to be this obsessed with you, no matter how sick that someone was. You know you would have gone to the police if your stalker was the sleazy, weak-wristed man from the pub. You would’ve packed your bags and moved houses already, changed your name and closed your social media accounts, quit everything if your stalker was small and ugly and weak.

But now that you know he’s relatively good-looking, does something dangerous and has a lot of money, and looks like he could fuck and fight half the city by himself, you’re not in that much of a hurry to go to the authorities.

You’re even a bit sad that your stalker hasn’t given you any fevered attention these past few days... He hasn’t even asked you how you’ve been.

No one has asked you how you’ve been: no one ever does. You have to wade through this life all by yourself: depressed and anxious and crazy. Lonely… And horny.

Gods, you just want someone to hold you at night… Someone strong, and big, someone who would pay a few bills for you, take care of you and give you a round of good sex…

Your phone buzzes from time to time, but there’s no message from him. One night before going to sleep, relatively early, so early that it could be called the bedtime for old spinsters, you break down and cry a little. It’s not a wail: only a soft little sob, a few sniffles and a couple of tears until your nose gets clogged and the pillow is wet.

Your phone buzzes, and you reach for it, feeling so, so pathetic when you hope it would be him.

And the message is from him.

You’re the most beautiful woman on this earth. I know I fucked up. I’m just a horny dog and I don’t deserve you.

You sniffle and rise to sit, your whole system fully awake now. Oh god... You’re so fucked.

The message makes you feel incredibly good and sweet, almost giddy. It feels like he’s kneeled right there in front of you, like a knight who has misbehaved in the throes of his lust. You know it’s ridiculous, but you start to smile a little, and the tears dry on their own. The merry feeling is followed by righteous rage, a little fit, because he’s made you wait for days, he’s tortured you in every way possible, and he does absolutely nothing right.

You unlock the screen and start to type, not thinking it through at all before hitting send.

That’s right.

Fuck… Shit. That was a mistake. No, a huge error.

Why did you have to send that? Stooping to his level, sending stupid things like that…

You put the phone away quickly, then reach for it again to delete what you just send. But it’s too late.

I can be a good dog if you forgive me.

The message is waiting for you already, and when you don’t reply, the oppressive, ominous Typing… hits on the screen once more. God, how could you be so stupid…

I’ll kill anyone you need me to kill. I'll give you money, whatever you need. A new kitchen so you can cook me something nice? I’ll be a good dog, I promise.

What did you even expect?

Everything always blows up when you give him attention: any dumb person knows better than to give this hungry dog a bone. You’re just too fond of digging your own grave, it seems.

There’s no end to the messages: this guy starts typing a new one every time he has sent the last.

I’ll fuck you like a good dog too….

You lean your forehead to your palm, trying to figure out a way to stop this.

And then–

Fuck, now I’m hard

You take a quick breath of air and put the phone away.

Please don’t send a dick pic, please don’t send a dick pic…

The phone buzzes.

Look how hard you make me

There’s a picture attached, but you can’t see it when the screen is locked.

This is what I have to live with, day and night…

Message after message, your phone buzzes, and you check them quickly from your screen, swearing to yourself that you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of opening the conversation and checking the image he sent you. You know perfectly well what you will find if you do that.

But after only a minute or two, you unlock the phone, and open the conversation with your heart ramming in your chest.

Just one quick look...

[chvoswxtch]

alright friends

i’ve slammed back two margaritas, had some tacos, & feel mentally stable enough to talk about the con so let’s get into it

*long ass rambling under the cut

so this entire con was extremely chaotic. i’ve only been to one con before, and it was a horror con last year, and that one was an absolute shitshow. this one was significantly better, but still a hot mess. emphasis on the hot. it’s texas y’all, and it’s summer, so ya girl was sweating all day (my mood is also directly affected by the heat 🙃)

it was really hard to tell where everything was supposed to be happening, and we had to ask for directions several times

the first op we got was with hayden, and that was a MESS. they were so behind schedule with his pictures (our time was at 2pm and we didn’t even get to him until like 3:45pm) so i didn’t get to go to the daredevil born again panel. i was also super stressed and on the verge of having a panic attack that i was gonna be late for my op with charlie and jon bc that was at 5pm

luckily, we made it. ✨ hayden was so incredibly sweet, and really fucking tall, and has one of the most soothing and mesmerizing voices ever. he made direct eye contact and said hello, thanked us for coming when we left, and was smiling the entire time. he was so so so lovely

now charlie & jon’s op was super on time. their people weren’t playing any games. unfortunately though, we got put in the wrong line which fucked us over when it came time to take the picture, bc we ended up getting super rushed through it

as soon as we stepped into the booth, charlie told me to go to jon, to which i was like 🫡 yes sir. now i had told my partner that i wanted to stand in between charlie and jon (i wanted my main character moment, & he was cool with that) but since things were rushed, charlie directed him to stand next to me and then charlie stood by him. so unfortunately, i didn’t really get to interact with charlie at all, which did break my heart, not gonna lie to y’all

but that honestly was not his fault at all. the con was super packed, and i think they oversold tickets, so he was doing his best to help move things along as quickly as possible while still making sure everyone had a good experience

also i can’t even imagine the pressure they are under meeting so many people in one day, and they were probably overwhemled and exhausted themselves, but you’d never know it bc they were both so happy and excited

but, charlie did smile at me, and his smile is so much more blinding in person. i can’t confirm what he smells like, but i can confirm that he was so incredibly sweet, is way more handsome in person, is so fucking british it’s comical (experiencing that accent in person was 🫠), and i could tell he was genuinely so excited and happy to be there

now onto jonny boy. see i thought when charlie smiled at me, my soul left my body. but nope, there was still more soul to lose. jon called me mama (his exact words were, “c’mon over here mama”) and i’ll never fucking recover. i think he could tell i was overwhelmed, bc he put his arm around me, looked me right in the eye, smiled so sweetly and asked me how i was doing, to which i smiled like an idiot and said this was the best day of my life. i asked him how he was doing and he laughed (he fucking laughed y’all) and said he was doing good. he also smelled SO GOOD (exactly like what I thought he would smell like: earthy with some spice). he was so gentle and sweet. also can confirm he says y’all

the picture happened so fast, it literally felt like a split second. jon gave me a little pat on my back and smiled again and told me to have a good day, and charlie smiled at me again and said thanks for coming

i was incredibly emotionally overwhelmed when we went to pick up our picture. i was already super overstimulated, but there was also this disappointment gnawing at the pit of my stomach bc everything happened so fast, and i didn’t get a chance to say how i wanted my picture. then when i got my picture, i felt even worse bc i feel like i look so uncomfortable and frazzled

i didn’t get to take many pictures during the con at all (i think I only took 3) so i apologize for not really having more to post for y’all. the whole thing was just far more overwhelming than i anticipated

i am so sweaty and overheated, my feet are killing me, and i’m trying not to cry. i know this all sounds dramatic (i am a drama queen) but i’m trying to focus on the positives of today. i know they say don’t meet your heroes, but if your heroes are one of these three guys, definitely meet them. you won’t regret it. they are just as fucking wondeful as we think they are, if not more

i got to meet three of my favorite people in the whole world. i got to hug hayden. i got a blinding, beautiful smile from charlie. and i got an incredibly sweet interaction with jon. i may not like how i look in these pictures, but i’ll get over myself when my emotions settle, and every time i look at them in the future i’ll remember today was one of the best days of my entire life bc i met my boys 🥹

also i feel really special that jon actually smiled in this picture (he’s like straight up cheesing) bc homeboy never smiles (which, same. that’s why mine is so fucking awkward)

if you’re still reading this rant, i appreciate you listening to me ramble. thank you for being an incredible friend <3

and if you’ve been wondering what the tiny evil little demon behind the screen looks like, here ya go :)

psa i am not as tall as these pictures make me look. it’s the angle, & i am wearing boots :) ya girl is a humble 5’4 on a good day

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

if you havent mentioned her before, then we are on the same wavelength because i have zero (0) musical knowledge, and i was looking at female composers to get a good image of what agatha would move like and when i saw ms. de la parra i was in awe, the way she lives in the music sheet every moment, every note, every measure, every staff it seems like shes one with the scribbles on the page she’s just mesmerizing😟 you can tell she enjoys what she does!

-🫂

Hi!! I honestly don’t think I’ve ever mentioned Alondra before, so we are definitely on the same wave length! Agatha is really inspired by her, as well as another one of my favorite conductors, Gustavo Dudamel. He’s an absolute legend and I truly love him.

But yes, Alondra de la Parra is so so soooooo talented. I haven’t had the opportunity to watch her conduct live, but I’ve heard nothing but good things. It’s so heartwarming to watch someone on a high level be so in love with their job, and put so much thought and energy into every movement. I don’t know, it just makes me really happy. I definitely recommend absolutely anything by her as well as my boy, Dudamel.

Thank you for the ask, friend, I hope you’re well!!! 🫶🏻💓✨

[rillils]

*me pushes you aggresively!!!*

RILS LISTEN. LISTEN RILSS i can't believe you just wrote a story based on my f1 steve. i was completely mesmerized by it that i accidentally squealed so loud at work and had to quickly cover my mouth. one of my coworkers looked at me and said "you okay?" and i said yeah, but truth is NO! I WANT TO ROLL ON THE GROUND AND SCREAM WHILE HOLDING MY PHONE🤣haha oh dear, i'm gonna think about your delicious writing piece for the next few months (especially the one where steve was in the sunset, the kissing scene and bucky's cigarette drop💖 THATS JUST SO MMMWAHH MWAH MWAH). ashdjfdk i love you rils. i love how you react so gleefully towards others' people work including mine (even though i'm still learning how to draw🥺), you always make me swoon with your words and your support is the reason why so many ops continue to pursue their arts hehe. thank you so much my precious. now pls take this little feisty steve💓

AYA MY SWEETS 💖💕🌷💛💫💞✨💖💕💖 AKDHSUHSJSK I LOVE YOU

This is one of sweetest messages I have ever received in my entire life, and I'm still smiling like a complete dumbass BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FJDHKSLSK💕💕💕 I wish I had the skills to write a whole fic based on your art, rather than just a silly little headcanon screamed in the tags, but!!!!! Your art is so inspiring, sometimes I just can't help myself!! IT'S TOO GOOD AHGDUSHSH 💕💖✨💞✨ I'm not kidding here darling, your art tag is an actual treasure from start to finish and I want everybody to know that 💖💖💖 And yes, I will absolutely confess that I have a soft spot for your Steve art, and every time I see a new post, a new AU by you, all I can do is SQUEAL SQUEAL SQUEAL AND SQUEAL SOME MORE

You might still be learning, but your art has such a beautiful, delicate, soft quality that I can't even describe, it's like- like if strawberry milk and peach flavoured yogurt had a baby, you know?? That sweetness! That delicious velvety creaminess!! Aya my love, your art isn't just art, it's a whole mood, it's its own brand of aesthetic, it's a feeling! an emotion!! And it's gorgeous and I love it!!!! with my entire heart!!!! and I'm gonna tell everyone willing to listen!!! And I believe that art always shows a little bit of the artist who created it, and your art radiates pure beauty, pure sweetness, pure love coming straight from your beautiful beautiful heart, 'cause you're gorgeous inside and out, my dear 💖💖💖💖💖

You, and all the amazing talented artists in this fandom, bring me so much joy every day, making all this wonderful art about these two boys that I love so dearly, and when I get silly in the tags (aka all the time, let's be real xD), that's just me trying to convey how happy you guys make me, and how grateful I am for every single work of art I get to enjoy thanks to you all 💕💕💕

I love love love love you sweet Aya, and also I'm 100% stealing that little feisty Steve because *SCREECH* HE'S PERFECT!!!! 💞✨💕💖💫💓💞

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! MWWUUUUAH

[jolalibrary]

I wanted to come here and say that I love how you shaped Ghosts character and expanded his life, I think its really lovely that writers are able to pick up on things and explore further. i always thought and headcanoned that he has never really been in love before except probably a couple of fleeting things/-/flings that could never stick but then you gave him Helen and boy was i hooked, its just mesmerizing to me how your stories can make me feel like its something real and believable, kudos to you!

n’awwww, you lot are being toooo nice. honestly, I’m gonna take this moment to bow down to all writers, especially cod writers, who take these small things and build worlds and lives and people around these, and they all fit so damn well. we’re all insanely talented ✨

but, obviously, helen is my absolute favourite. i wanted to make someone who was a light in all of the darkness, but who is also deeply affected by it all.

[indiejones]

INDIES TOP 36 SHOW-WRESTLERS OF ALL TIME !

✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪

 To all guys, who've spent some of their best free teenage times, the good old (very young) days, glued to Monday Night Raw, Smackdown, Wrestlemania, Summerslam, Survivor Series, Royal Rumble, etc etc. If there is one thing America is an absolute authority on, it is action cinema! (Ok ok also basketball) And what better more authentic yet safe action, than make-believe sport! - Ie SHOW-WRESTLING! And so, a small tribute to the entt millions like me have grown up watching, from an era that seems may sadly never come back, "WWE's (WWF then) ATTITUDE ERA" .... So top of the line was the action, yet equally importantly so mesmerizing & uplifting the scripting & acting, from legends of that era, will go down in history as a time when the supposed "Rung below Hollywood" convincingly beat the big boys at their own game, BIG TIME ! Here's a small Indie tribute to that magical 1.5-2 decades of American Show-Wrestling, incl entire 90's, YOU'LL LOVE! INDIE'S TOP 36 SHOW-WRESTLERS OF ALL TIME ! 

PS. Of course, this per Indie way, being an all-encompassing 'Historic' list, includes few legends from before the "Attitude era" too (and some from after it too, like our very own legend of legends "Khali"!!!!), who despite not being from the consciously spicier times, exhibited histrionics worthy of an all-time slot ! 

 And here it is !

 1. "The Ultimate Warrior" Jim Hellwig 

2. "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels 

3. "Stone Cold" Steve Austin 

4. Jake "The Snake" Roberts 

5. "Rowdy" Roddy Piper 

6. Bret "The Hitman" Hart

 7. "The Undertaker" Mark Calaway 

8. "The Iron Sheik" Khosrow Vaziri

 9. Andre "The Giant" Rene Roussimoff

 10. "Sycho" Sid Eudy 

11. "Mankind" "Cactus Jack" "Dude Love" Mick Foley 

12. Tony Norris "Ahmed Johnson" 

13. "Vader" Leon White 

14. "Sting" Steve Borden 

15. "Kane" Glenn Jacobs 

16. Owen Hart 

17. Dustin Rhodes "Goldust" 

18. Mr. T 

19. "The Great Khali" Dalip Singh Rana 

20. "The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes 

21. "Hulk Hogan" Terry Bollea 

22. "British Bulldog" Davey Boy Smith 

23. "One Man Gang" "Akeem" George Gray 

24. "Classie" Freddie Blassie 

25. "Bradshaw" John Layfield 

26. "Superfly" Jimmy Snuka 

27. "World's Strongest Man" Mark Henry 

28. "Bam Bam Bigelow" 

29. "Rey Mysterio" 

30. "Dino Bravo" Adolfo Bresciano 

31. "Yokozuna" 

32. "Val Venis" Sean Morley 

33. "World's Most Dangerous Man" Ken Shamrock 

34. "Gangrel" David Heath 

35. "Molly Holly" Nora Greenwald 

36. Rob Van Dam .

And reliving these childhood thrills will stay incomplete, w/o acknowledging the 3 bts legends that brought this spectacle to brilliant light & full glory, day in & day out in front of the whole wide world - Jim Ross, Jerry "The King" Lawler & WWE Owner Vince McMahon! 

 ✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪

[elixirfromthestars]

This was so cute omg!! 🥹💕💕 I absolutely love how descriptive you were throughout the fic like it brought the cafe to life and I was so here for it!!! I’m literally going to go to a cafe tomorrow because the way you were so detailed with those pastries has me craving something sweet 🥐🤎 If I splurge on sweet treats tomorrow I blame you entirely 😌❤️

I’m so in love with the idea of Bucky’s parents owning a coffee shop, like I don’t remember the last time I’ve read a fic where his parents are just living a cute little life 🥺💖 And the fact that he put his sister’s dreams over his AHHH 😭❤️❤️ You have me crying over here 🥺 I just know Bucky was and is the best brother ever 🥺🥺

I loved the title of this fic and how it went perfectly with his latte art specialty 💗 It was so fitting!!! 🤎 I also loved that in this little world Bucky is still good friends with Yori 🫶🏼✨

My favorite part of their dynamic was how observant they were of each other!! But especially how much attention Bucky paid to every little detail about the reader 🥺❤️ Her schedule, making sure she eats, coming in early and on his days off, and worrying about her because he can notice instantly when something’s wrong 🥺❤️❤️❤️ And the way it distracted him like my poor boy was going through it being concerned for the reader, it was sweet!!! 🤭💗💗

Your mouth falls open as you take a glance down into the cup. In the creamy white foam, a delicate rose is perfectly etched, its petals spiraling gracefully outward. Surrounding the rose are tiny, intricate hearts, floating around the bloom. The detail is so mesmerizing that all you can do is stare at it.

^ Are you kidding me?!?!?! 😭💗💗💗 Could he get even more perfect?? And with the added revelation that he learned it for the reader!!!! 💞💞💞 It’s too cute 🥹💖

Thank you so much for joining my writing challenge!! ☺️🫶🏼✨ Barista Bucky will now forever live in my heart 🥰❤️✨

Latte (He)art

Pairing: Barista!Bucky x Coworker!College!Reader

Summary: Your sweet coworker at the café you work at part time is the only thing able to brighten your day. So it’s only practical that he always ends up in the same shift as you.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: Reader having College stress; mentions of a single mother (not reader); some coffee is spilled; Bucky is a sweetheart; Bucky is worried

Author’s Note: This little piece is written for @elixirfromthestars writing challenge. I actually planned to write this a month earlier but life got in between lol. Here it is now. I dearly hope you enjoy what I made of your lovely prompt.

🤎Coffee Cup🤎 “So we’re swapping our cups, and after a while, we’re swapping a glance. And I can think nothing better than starting the year with a drop of romance.” -Anthony Lazaro

Masterlist

The windows of the coffee shop receive more of your attention than the assortment of pastries you’re supposed to prepare to showcase behind the counter.

It’s fifteen minutes before Bucky’s shift starts and your belly flutters at the thought of seeing him again.

The early morning sun filters through the windows, offering a soft glow that casts warm beams of light to sweep across the floor and catch the glistening frosting on the cinnamon rolls. Their sweet, spiced aroma laced with hints of vanilla and brown sugar wafts through the air.

However, your gaze is more drawn to the street outside, scanning the road for a short mop of chestnut hair.

You like to snag shifts before the classes of your day start, relishing in the early morning hours and being satisfied with getting some work done before studying. But in the two and a half months since you started working at ‘Barnes Brown Beans’, you had come to recognize Bucky seems to prefer working in the morning as well. So, he actually may be the main reason.

Also, you’re usually, coincidentally - or so you tell yourself - paired with him anyway.

You’re grateful for this job. The shop’s close proximity to your university makes it an easy commute and the wages are fair. That’s a blessing in itself. But more than that, it was George and Winifred Barnes, the owners, who initially made it easy for you to love this job.

Winifred had greeted you with sweet enthusiasm at your job interview for a part-time job, making you instantly feel more at ease. After asking a few routine questions and warmly assuring you that the position was yours, she shifted the conversation to your studies with genuine interest and asked if you were good with balancing work and university life - a mother's worries.

It didn’t take long for her to start gushing about her children. She explained to you how her son, Bucky, had been helping out at the coffee shop ever since high school. Instead of pursuing college, like many of his peers and his best friend Steve, he chose to stay in New York to help manage the family business. “I’m sure you two will get along well” she had said with a kind of knowing grin you couldn’t make sense of.

She even shared with you that his little sister, Rebecca, always had a burning passion for studying architecture abroad. Unfortunately, the Barnes simply couldn’t afford a college education for both children, so Bucky decided to step up, taking on more responsibility at the shop so his parents wouldn’t be overwhelmed and relieving them of some stressful work, allowing his sister to follow her dreams.

She spoke with so much love and gratitude she held for her son, it almost made you tear up. She mentioned that Bucky never once showed resentment or regret for the path he chose.

Instead, he took pride in his role, and you could see it too. During your brief time working with him, you noticed how he carried himself with a quiet determination. There is genuine joy in the way he treats customers, always kind and attentive, and he always puts so much care into every small detail of his work.

He also loves to tell you about the exams his sister passed, and the friends she made; pride in her success evident when he speaks about her.

You admire him. He’s selfless, hardworking, and full of heart.

So it’s just logical that his parents gave him so much responsibility early on and made him part of the management.

You don’t mind that one second though, because he takes his authority incredibly seriously and usually shows up for his shifts earlier than he needs to.

It’s why your gaze is drawn to the panes of glass at the front once again.

You got in at 7 today, getting enthusiastically greeted by George - as he told you to call him on your first day - and tasked with the usual morning routine. So, as he disappeared into the small office room at the back of the shop, you had started prepping the food equipment and putting it on display.

The shop wouldn’t open until 8, so you still had some time to breathe before the morning rush would start, but you always feel some kind of gratitude at the way George lets you handle yourself at the front while waiting for Bucky to arrive at 7:30 to help out.

Admittedly, you didn’t get that much done yet, caused by the thought of seeing Bucky walk in through the door at any minute.

You saw him just 4 days ago at your last shift, but the giddy anticipation is all the same and you only have three and a half hours with him today before you have to leave for your classes.

The buttery, sweet, and slightly nutty smell of the freshly baked croissants you’re currently rearranging wafts from the trays and reaches your nostrils, but gets ignored the second you hear keys jiggling outside, and your attention snaps to the door.

“Morning doll!”

Bucky’s smooth voice comes through the door with him, cheerful as always as he greets you with a charming smile, and your chest flutters. A rush of cool air hits your exposed skin from outside, but his grin is warming you back up quickly.

You fumble with the croissant in your hand, but recover in time and throw him a smile of your own, hoping you’re able to mask the excitement you tried to hold in all morning.

“Morning, Bucky,” you greet him back sweetly, turning your attention back to the pastries, pretending to focus on your task at hand.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Bucky pulls off his coat and then makes his way over to you, hovering over your shoulder, while putting on his apron. You try to hide the way your hands get a little clammy in the see-through gloves you’re wearing while touching the food.

You tend to the fruit danishes, their glossy, golden crust filled with rich cream cheese and topped with plump raspberries, blueberries, and apricots.

Carefully placing each in its designated spot, you only manage to breathe a little easier when you feel Bucky move over to the coffee machines, their steady hum filling the quiet space as Bucky busies himself.

“Smells amazing, doll,” he calls over his shoulder and you can hear the grin in his voice.

You let out a soft laugh, glancing at him briefly before putting your head back around. “Didn’t make them, Bucky,” you explain, tone playful but modest.

Brewing coffee and clinking mugs are the only sounds you hear before Bucky’s hum reaches your ears. “Maybe you should,” he states, teasing laced with a hint of sincerity. “Bet they’d be gone in seconds.”

You’re grateful that Bucky isn’t in your line of sight because you feel heat creeping up your neck, coloring your cheeks. Your laugh is a little breathless, a little more insecure than you intended.

A few weeks ago you had casually mentioned your love for baking when Bucky had asked about your hobbies, and ever since he loved to bring it up every once in a while.

“I don’t know about that.” You try for nonchalance, but the blush doesn’t leave your face.

“Gotta give yourself more credit, doll,” he replies easily, his words wrapped in that effortless charm of his. You hear some more clinking of cups as he makes one for himself, just like every day. “Want coffee?”

He asks every time. You decline, like every time. Though he never fails to ask.

And it never fails to make your morning feel just a little bit brighter.

****

Watching Bucky create his latte art has become one of the highlights of your day. There is something mesmerizing in the way he moves, pouring the steamed milk with such precision and focus as if each cup would get graded by an artist.

You’ve noticed how much care he puts into it, the way he pauses before finishing, always needing it to be perfect.

You can tell when Bucky isn’t quite satisfied, like right now, as he holds up the cup that looks flawless to you. But there is a twitch of his mouth, a slight hesitation in his hand as if he’s debating whether to start over or risk making it worse with one more pour.

It’s adorable, really. To you, they all look perfect, but he holds himself to a standard that’s somehow both admirable and endearing.

Today, Bucky was the one already there when you arrived at 8 am, along with the first customers of the day.

The scent of fresh coffee had filled the air as you stepped inside, a soft murmur of conversation around you setting the tone for the morning rush.

He was stationed behind the counter, together with one of your coworkers, Peter. It didn’t escape your notice that Bucky caught your eye immediately, flashing you that warm, easy smile even before acknowledging Mr. Nakajima, a frequent visitor.

It was a small gesture but it excited you nonetheless.

Mr. Nakajima, or Yori as you’d heard Bucky call him, now sits in his usual corner, peacefully sipping his tea; his quiet presence a constant in the shop.

The older man always seems content to watch the people go in and out of the shop, observing the ebb and flow of the crowd, wrinkled hands wrapped around his cup as if savoring the warmth.

Bucky often took time to sit with him when things were slow, sharing long and comfortable conversations that seemed to be meaningful. There is something about the way Bucky treats Yori that tugs at your heart.

It seems, that right now Bucky is comfortable with leaving Peter and you to attend to the ebbing crowd as he makes his way to Yori's table and slowly lowers himself in front of him.

You deliberately turn away although there isn’t much to do for you right now since the morning rush is over and Peter attends to the only customer in the shop right now. So, you mindlessly wipe down the counter, not because you’re not interested, but if you spend any more attention on the guy you might get overwhelmed by the awe he arises in you.

The way Bucky smiles when he talks to the old man, the way his face lights up with that blinding, heart-stopping grin - it has a dizzying effect on you. And the laugh he lets slip every so often, low and full of warmth, makes it hard to concentrate on any coffee orders.

Bucky stays at Yori's table for a while. Every now and then you make out his face turning in your direction, lingering a little but you stay focused on your work.

“Y/n?”

The sound of Peters's voice makes your head snap over to him, blinking in expectation.

“Sorry, uh, you seemed a little distracted for a sec,” Peter says with a shy laugh, scratching the back of his neck, eyes flickering not so subtly over to Bucky.

Alright, maybe you have looked a few times. Whatever.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, doing your best to ignore the knowing grin spreading across Peter's face. Thankfully, a girl around your age approaches the counter, saving you from the growing awkwardness. You flash her a smile and focus on her order.

More customers start to stream in, the café again beginning to buzz with activity. Bucky, noticing the crowd building up, excuses himself from Yori’s table with a friendly pat on the old man’s shoulder. He steps back behind the counter, his easygoing demeanor never faltering as he joins in beside you. You share a quick smile.

Working with Bucky always makes it fun in some sense, time slipping by too quickly. Before you know it, it’s time for you to head out for your first class of the day.

You step away from the counter, untie your apron, and grab your things, already feeling reluctant to leave Bucky’s side.

“Already time to go?” Bucky asks, turned in your direction, his voice carrying that familiar deep drawl. There’s a slight disappointment laced in his tone, that doesn’t escape you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “first class is-“

“History,” he finishes for you, without missing a beat.“I remember.”

You hadn’t expected him to recall such a small detail about your schedule, surprise registering on your face. But you quickly push out a smile, nodding at him, your heart doing a little somersault.

“Hold on,” he insists quietly, already moving to snap up a to-go bag and carefully placing a croissant inside. With a casual grin, he holds it out for you to take. “On the house.”

This isn’t the first time Bucky has given you something to go, insisting you take it as a gift. But it never gets easier to accept his small acts of kindness. You hesitate, not making a move to take the bag and Bucky’s smirk only deepens, playing the same game you’ve had before.

“Take it, doll,” he drawls, dangling the bag in front of your face with a playful glint in his eye. “Can’t let you go to class hungry, now can I?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes with a smile tugging at your lips, and snatch the bag from his hand with mock annoyance. “Fine, but this is the last time,” you warn, rather weakly it seems, considering the way Bucky leans against the counter with his arms crossed, smirking at you in an amused manner.

“You know it’s not. Can’t fault me for taking care of you, doll. You haven’t eaten anything all morning.”

His words are casual, but the way he says it, the unspoken concern that lingers, makes giddy warmth rise in your stomach, spreading to your face and heating your skin.

You hope it’s not that obvious, so you just sigh again, dramatically, and exaggerate an eye roll as Bucky lets another cup get filled with coffee, eyes remaining on you, a chuckle fleeing his lips.

You make your way to the door of the shop, knowing you’d just pay him back by slipping some money into the tip jar when you’re in earlier than him.

“And no leaving dollars in the tip jar, sweetheart,” Bucky calls out behind you, the smug amusement clear in his voice. “Ma told me about that.”

Busted.

You turn you head with a faux helpless look, which only sends him into a fit of laughter, the sound rich and full, echoing through the shop, and your heart bursts, ignoring the people standing in the line wearing looks between confusion and annoyance. Laughing quietly yourself, you let the warmth of the moment fill you up, then quickly slip out the door before the flustered grin on your face can betray you any further.

With the door closed, the sounds of the café seal off behind you and you find yourself lingering just a second longer than the last time.

****

“Girl, I’m telling you, that’s nothing! I accidentally made a girl’s latte with cow's milk although she’d ordered oat. Chased her down the street like a lunatic, I mean she could have had an allergy and whatnot. Turns out it was just a preference and she didn’t mind. Talk about embarrassing.”

You chuckle along to Gina’s story, dusting the cappuccino in front of you with a sprinkle of cinnamon, scents mingling together.

Regina - or Gina as she prefers - is always someone you enjoy working with together. She’s incredibly open-minded and carries that vibrant energy you need to get through the day. She’s got a few years on you but never fails to make you laugh.

While brewing coffee and selling them, she loves to tell you about her little boy, Nikita. You’ve seen pictures of him on her phone and he’s adorable with puffy cheeks, dark curls, and dark green eyes. He must have those from his father.

You know she is a single mother and you admire the way she takes it with pride, finding peace in her situation and insisting that she and Nikita are better off without his father.

You’ve also come to find out that 'Barnes Brown Beans' wasn’t the only job she had but that George and Winifred are so much fairer than her other boss, being supportive and trying to give her shifts that accommodate her schedule so she could pick up Nikita from kindergarden early enough to still have time with him every day.

Another thing that makes this job so valuable.

Earlier was a brief lull in the crowd, allowing you and her to chat. The conversation had drifted into the realm of embarrassing work stories. You shared one of your own, recalling how, in your first week, you had prepared a to-go coffee. You felt that nervousness that comes with starting a new job and as you tried to slide the cup over the counter to the customer, your aim had been far too enthusiastic. The cup sailed past the edge, spinning gracefully through the air before landing in the trash bin.

You hoped that perhaps nobody really saw what happened besides the slightly perturbed man in front of you. But since you shared this shift with Bucky and he always seems to have an eye on you, of course, he was a witness. You remember the way his laugh had erupted, uncontainable, filling the air behind the counter. He had leaned against it for support while you stood there, cheeks burning.

He didn’t make you feel bad though, helping you remake the coffee and almost sheepishly adding that the same thing happened to him once. Only, in his case, it was a porcelain cup. And it didn’t land in the bin. The image of it crashing to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces as coffee splattered everywhere, was enough to make you feel a little less embarrassed.

“Something funny?”

The familiar voice catches you off guard and you look up from the register. Sure enough, Bucky is strolling up to the counter, hands casually tucked into his jacket pockets and that handsome grin on his face that always causes your stomach to do flips.

“Bucky?” you ask, a soft, confused laugh escaping you. You feel your heart jump in excitement and try to tone it down. He wasn’t supposed to come in for a few more hours, and you had already resigned yourself to the disappointment of missing him today. You’d seen the shift schedule last week and the realization was like a cloud casting a shadow over your mood.

So, seeing him standing in front of you only makes a smile stretch wide without even thinking.

“I think you’re a little early,” you assess, voice light as you ring up the girl standing at the counter. Handing her the cappuccino, you glance back at him, the small transaction barely registering as your attention stays fixed on Bucky.

His grin only widens as he shrugs with a kind of faux nonchalance, letting his gaze sweep across the room. His smile stays in place, even as he steps aside for a middle-aged man approaching you.

“Couldn’t stay away,” he teases with that signature edge of playfulness that always gets to you.

As you start to prepare the man’s coffee, you can feel Bucky’s gaze on you, watching your every move. It’s a weight you’ve grown fond of - his silent observation that makes you more aware of yourself, in a good way.

You flash him a quick smile before refocusing.

“Also had to know how that exam went,” he adds casually, leaning in just a little, but you’re aware of that curiosity his voice always carries when he asks you about college. Or anything about your life, really.

You huff out a small laugh, ringing up the man’s order and sliding his coffee across the counter before turning your full attention back to Bucky. “Wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be,” you answer him, a hint of relief in your tone since you had been stressing about this exam for weeks. “I think I did okay.”

Bucky leans against the counter now, propping himself up in that relaxed way of his, eyes never leaving yours. You’re glad you get to talk to him, glad that Gina attends to the only current customer right now and you have a second with Bucky, but the unknown power his gaze holds over you threatens to overwhelm you.

“What’d I tell ya, doll? Of course, you did great. Smartest girl I know.”

You snort, but your heart races. He always seems so sure of your success, having this confidence in you, that you feel you lack sometimes and it makes warmth pool in your gut. “Well I guess I’ll have to thank you, then,” you reply, smile present and voice light but the gratitude is real.

His scent - a mix of something warm and clean, almost earthy, and his cologne - cuts through the usual aroma of coffee beans and pastries. It’s grounding and you have to remind yourself to focus as you move toward the coffee machines.

“Do you want coffee?” you throw over your shoulder, fingers already hovering over the buttons.

Bucky straightens up in your peripherals and you make out the shake of his head with that soft smile on his face. “Don’t wanna keep you from work. I’ll make it myself, thanks doll!”

The door to the café swings open and three girls walk in together, laughter filling the room as they make their way over to you. Bucky’s movements snap your head back to him as he casually slips behind the counter, stepping up to the coffee machines and you head back to the register, keeping awareness of his presence as always.

Since Bucky’s shift doesn’t start yet, he stays lingering behind the counter and engages in conversation with Gina when he notices you getting busy again. From where you stand you can hear snippets of their conversation - Bucky asking about Nikita and when he gets to see him again.

You never realized they are that close but the thought of Bucky caring about that little boy instantly heats your skin. There’s a softness to imagining him in that role, and you can easily picture how good he must be with kids.

After all, you’ve seen it before - the way his face lights up when he catches sight of children toddling along beside their parents, the way he bends down to their height, engages them in little conversations that always leave them giggling or grinning from ear to ear. It’s endearing and really no wonder that every child he talks to seems to adore him.

But what really tugs at your heart, what causes a flutter deep in your chest, is the subtle way Bucky’s attention keeps drifting back to you.

Even in the middle of his chat with Gina, you can feel his gaze lingering on you. There is a quiet fondness in the way he watches you go about your work, always wearing that soft expression.

It’s not like he’s checking if you’re doing your job right - nothing about it feels critical or scrutinizing. Instead, it’s as if he’s simply enjoying observing you, absorbing the way you move through your tasks, as though he’s eager to learn all the little details that make up your routine.

And surprisingly, it doesn’t make you as nervous as you might have believed. If anything, there is something soothing about his attention, like a silent reassurance you never knew you needed.

Occasionally, throughout your shift, Bucky strikes up conversations with familiar customers - frequent flyers whose names he already knows by heart. You catch bits and pieces of their easy small talk, but even then, his eyes always find their way back to you.

And every time you meet them, your heart swells with hope that perhaps the reason he came in early for his shift might be you.

****

Your week has been nothing short of overwhelming and frustrating - packed with assignments, papers to write, and facts to memorize. To top it off, a fellow student had yelled at you for breaking his pen, and you still remember that disappointed glint in your professor's eyes after failing to give him satisfying answers in class.

It feels like you are constantly juggling everything at once, and somehow, the balance has tipped entirely.

Sleep has become a rare luxury, replaced by caffeine-fueled study sessions that stretch into the early hours of the morning.

As you walk to the café for your afternoon shift, a heavy sigh escapes your lips, the exhaustion settling in your bones.

You rarely work afternoon shifts, but this one fits perfectly behind your friday classes and you have been too swamped the rest of the week to pick up any shifts at all.

Your pace is slower than usual, feet dragging slightly on the pavement. There is no real need to hurry today. Normally, your steps would quicken as you approached the café, that familiar, sweet sign with its three big B’s always managing to lift your mood.

But today the excitement isn’t there. Not when you know Bucky has the day off. Without him there, the urgency to get to work just isn’t the same.

But, thinking about it, it might be for the best that Bucky is not around today. You can’t imagine you look all that appealing right now, with dark bags under your eyes - the kind that no amount of concealer could hide. Your skin has that worn-out, dull shimmer to it - the kind that no amount of caffeine could mask.

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a shop window as you pass and wince slightly. The fatigue shows in your features, and for a moment, you’re thankful that this day won’t include the possibility of Bucky catching sight of you in this state.

You’re partly relieved to have a shift where you can simply focus on getting through it without feeling self-conscious. There is no need to hide how utterly drained you feel because you really couldn’t care less how your appearance would affect your customers. You just need to make it through these few hours, go home, and hopefully, finally get some rest.

You pull open the door, gathering what little composure you can muster. The all-known blend of rich coffee, baked pastries, and warm, cozy air greets you as always, along with the chatter from the packed room. It’s busy, as expected for this time of day, but the environment surprisingly helps ground you as you weave your way through the crowd, slipping between patrons.

Your eyes catch Winifred at the back, her beaming smile a quick but comforting sight before she disappears behind the office door with a wave.

Side-stepping two men chatting near the line, you get a clearer view of the counter and freeze - feet refusing to continue.

Thanks to the work schedule you know who your coworkers are today. Peter was assigned, as well as Wanda, a nice, but slightly odd girl with a thick accent and laser-like focus on her task.

You had prepared for them both. But it isn’t Wanda standing next to Peter behind the counter.

It’s Bucky.

Your heart jumps into your throat and you’re not sure if it’s because of the surprise of seeing him or because of how unprepared you feel in this exact moment. You didn’t even check your hair in a car window before entering.

He’s here - on his supposed day off - laughing with a guy on the other side of the counter as he works the espresso machine, his movements smooth and practiced; no surprise there. His presence is so casual and effortless that you find yourself thinking your tired eyes might have looked at the wrong day on the schedule and perhaps you aren’t even supposed to work today. Though Winifred wasn’t at all surprised to see you.

Your head spins at the simple thought and yet a ripple of warmth shoots through you at the sight of him, making you momentarily forget just how drained you are.

While every fiber of your being wants to feel self-conscious about your tired eyes and the imperfections on your skin, craving to stay hidden between the line of people, the longer you watch him work, it gets overtaken by something else.

That same old lightness that seems to follow him wherever he goes and sticks to you when you’re near enough, soaking into your veins and filling them with energy. You can practically feel them fizzle.

You would have liked to linger in this moment just a little longer, but it’s cut short abruptly when he spots you. His polite smile brightens instantly, eyebrows moving up slightly as his eyes lighten up.

You flash him a smile in return, though you can feel it wobble at the edges, probably more sheepish than anything else. Maybe it even comes off as a grimace with the exhaustion weighing on you, but you quickly break eye contact and resume walking.

For a moment, you make out Bucky’s hand pausing mid-motion, hovering above the counter before he slides a to-go cup to the waiting guy on the other side.

Passing by, you can feel his gaze trailing after you, burning softly against your skin, a quiet but intense presence that follows you even when you’re not looking.

You busy yourself with dialing in for the shift, wrapping your apron around your waist, doing your best to shake off the fatigue and the flutter that Bucky’s unexpected presence elicits in you.

From behind you, you catch the sound of his voice, though it sounds a little distracted, asking the next customer to repeat their order.

You glance back, quickly greeting Peter as you pass, but your focus is drawn to the pastry case, where a small woman waits for service. You keep your hands moving, bagging up her choice of pastries - two croissants and four scones - but make out Bucky’s head turning in your direction a few times.

You steal a glance at him from the corner of your eye, noticing the slight furrow in his brow as he works. He’s a little slower now, less sure in his movements than when you first walked in. It’s subtle, but you can tell his focus is slipping. Something about his energy has shifted.

Minutes pass and the three of you stay busy with the steady stream of customers. You remain behind the pastry case, preparing the treats for the eager crowd. In between transactions, you notice Bucky taking a step in your direction, hesitating each time like he wants to step closer but keeps pulling himself back at the last second.

He returns to the register every time, tending to the next person in line, but there is an urgency in his movements now. His hands got quicker again, fingers tapping impatiently against the counter as he waits for the coffee to brew and his gaze falls back to you every so often but you avoid it.

Another few minutes tick by and you begin to settle into the rhythm of the shift when a sudden shout rings out from the front.

Your head snaps up, eyes locking onto the group of people stepping back from the counter hastily, startled by the splash of coffee that arcs through the air.

The cup that had caused the commotion clinks against the counter, slipping in Bucky’s hand and his other one shoots out to hold it steady before it can meet the ground alongside the coffee that was in it moments before.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Bucky exclaims, his voice thick with frustration as he shakes his head at himself, wiping the spilled brown liquor from his hands. He quickly puts away the cup and apologizes again to the man it was meant for and the crowd of people who got startled.

The customer, a guy who looks to be in his mid-twenties, holds up his hands in a placating gesture, clearly not bothered by the accident. His jacket sleeve is stained with coffee, but he brushes it off with a casual shrug. “No worries, man, really. Nothing happened, you’re good!”

Bucky doesn’t seem to relax. You can see the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders are still tight as he remakes the drink with stiff, almost mechanical precision. You’ve never seen him so rattled but then again, he has been unfocused ever since he saw you.

Work continues steadily for the next half hour, with the rush of patrons finally starting to taper off. The café gradually empties, the throng thinning out until only a handful of people remain, some of them sitting in booths going on with their conversations.

You catch sight of Bucky leaning in closer to Peter, murmuring something you can’t quite make out. Peter nods, and without another word and a small pat on Peter’s shoulder, Bucky steps back from the counter.

This time, his hesitation is gone as he strides over to you.

He stops beside you, eyes on your profile. “Hey,” he speaks softly, voice low.

You finish helping a boy, thanking him for the tip before turning to Bucky with a small smile.

“Hey,” you reply, voice matching his softness but quieter. You turn your attention to the young girl in front of you, requesting a cookie. Reaching for a bag to tuck the treat inside, you continue the conversation, though your eyes stay focused downward.

“Didn’t expect to see you here today,” you comment, sensing his gaze on you.

“Yeah, uh, I took Wanda’s shift,” Bucky responds, his voice a little more tentative now. You notice him shuffling slightly beside you, standing up straighter.

He offers no further explanation as to why he picked up the shift, and you don’t feel the energy to ask about it. For some reason, the simple act of bagging a cookie while talking to him feels like a juggling act your tired brain isn’t quite up for.

So all you manage is a noncommittal hum in response.

The girl leaves with her cookie and Bucky stays beside you, solid and unyielding in his gaze. It presses on you like a weight as the moments pass.

Your stomach flutters uneasily when you realize there’s no line left to distract you, no excuse to stay busy.

You move automatically, reaching for the paper bags, rearranging them with a bit more force than necessary, trying to give yourself something to focus on, something other than Bucky’s eyes burning into you.

“Are you okay?” he asks finally, slowly and lowly, as if the question is something private meant only for you. It is. You feel the shift in his tone, the way he leans in slightly as if he needs a sincere answer to his sincere question.

It pulls your attention to him and you reluctantly lift your head, your heart twisting at the sight. Bucky gazes down at you with an expression far more serious than you’ve ever seen. His blue eyes, usually filled with a glimmering light when he looks at you, hold an amount of concern that seems to have an impact on his stiff muscles.

“I’m fine, Bucky,” you declare gently, smiling at him in hopes it’ll reassure him, though even before the words have left your lips completely, you felt it wasn’t entirely convincing.

Bucky studies you a moment longer. His eyes trace your features, dark brows hanging low, but you don’t take your words back.

Then, after a pause he lets out a long drawn sigh, hanging his head in defeat. He obviously doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t push it. The concern in his eyes remains but he lets it go, stepping back from you slowly.

He walks over to the coffee machines, deliberately trying to feign casualness. He grabs a cup and turns the familiar button after checking if Peter needs some help at the register, the whirring sound of brewing coffee filling the brief silence between you.

“You want some coffee?” he asks, like clockwork - just as he does every time you work together.

Without thinking, you open your mouth to decline, as usual. It’s almost muscle memory at this point, your automatic response. But then, mid-through, you pause. Another shot of caffeine can’t hurt. You can use the energy to get home safely without passing out after this shift.

The cup fills, steam rises, and Bucky turns to you when you take too long to answer.

You hesitate for a beat, then shift your gaze away, feeling a little awkward. “Yeah, I’ll take one,” you decide, stepping beside him to grab yourself a cup, eyes not moving to him.

But before you can reach for one, Bucky’s hand wraps gently around your wrist, halting you. The touch is light, but enough to make your pulse quicken. “Hold on,” he remarks, his voice filled with concern rather than confusion. “You never want coffee when I ask.” His intense eyes search your face again.

“If you always expect me to say no, then why do you keep asking?”

Bucky doesn’t respond immediately. He just keeps looking at you, quietly pleading for honesty. “That ain’t the point,” he softy counters but his voice carries insistence. “Something’s wrong.”

You sigh. God, you’re tired. You really need that coffee and you’d certainly feel terrible for getting annoyed at Bucky. He’s just trying to figure you out. He cares. That thought alone presses against the wall you’ve been trying to maintain all day.

Gently, you pull your wrist from his loose grip, and he lets his hand fall back to his side, though his gaze doesn’t waver.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Damn, that came out hollow. “I’m just a little stressed,” you add when he starts to shake his head, “and I could use a cup. It’s just coffee, Bucky.”

You see the muscles in his jaw tighten and his hand comes up to run through his hair.

“It’s not just coffee, darling,” he sighs. There’s a pause in which he assesses you again, then he continues. “Alright. Don’t take this the wrong way, doll. You know you’re a beautiful gal, but… you look like you’re about to drop dead.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. It looks like tiredness comes with an attitude, because your mind foregoes the part where he called you beautiful, only hearing the other side.

“Well.” You draw out the word. “If you don’t want me to drop dead, then let me have some coffee.” There is a bit of edge to your tone you hadn’t exactly intended, but you’re too tired to smooth it out. You also don’t wait for him to respond, quickly reaching for another cup and pressing the button before Bucky can grab your arm again.

Bucky stays quiet for a moment, watching you with those piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through your walls. He doesn’t look angry - just worried.

As the coffee pours you hear him take a breath. “Alright,” Bucky says quietly, almost under his breath. “I’m sorry, Y/n,” he adds after a short pause. Firmness, sincerity, and perhaps an amount of regret are all wrapped in his tone.

He used your name. You haven’t heard him say your name since the first time working here. And never with that much conviction.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just… worried.” His voice softens even more, it sounds almost pleading and he takes a quick glance back at Peter, who was busy attending to the few patrons mingling about, before refocusing on you, his hand brushing over his hair. “I’ve seen you stressed before. Like when you kept going on about how worried you were for that exam. I watched you go through the stuff you had to learn in your head while remaining so incredibly focused and sweet during work. I admire that, Y/n. I must’ve told you a thousand times you’d ace it, but you wouldn’t believe me.” He chuckles lowly, sheepishly, and he licks his lips, before continuing. His gaze leaves you, mind seemingly far in his memories.

“Or your first day here. You were so nervous about making a mistake. You asked so many questions, were so interested in everything. I kept thinking about you all day. Every day, really.” He took another deep breath. It comes out a little unsteady and his eyes quickly flicker over to you, not quite meeting your own, but still searching your features.

“But this… this is different, and- I don’t know. I don’t like it. Hate it, honestly. Seeing you like this.”

His words hit you deep. The genuine concern and sincerity in his tone make your chest tighten, throat closing up and you feel yourself losing your breath as he takes a small step closer, eyes now fully on yours again. The nerves in his voice that had been there are gone now. Because he’s sure of what he says next. It’s clear in his tone.

“But, sweetheart, even through it all, you still manage to be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Drop dead gorgeous, honestly.”

You let out a surprised huff of laughter, partly because it’s easier than acknowledging and processing the meaning of his words. Heat creeps up your cheeks and all you feel like doing is bolt out of the door at the other end of the room but your feet are rooted to the spot. Perhaps, the floor would just give away and you’d fall deep down into the unknown.

That still would be kinder than standing in front of Bucky right now after his heavy confessions, feeling too vulnerable under his soft gaze.

You’re not able to meet his eyes, dropping your head. You know he is still looking at you. You don’t have to feel it to know it. That gentle expression, the reassuring smile - like he’s silently conveying that everything’s okay.

“Let me make you feel better, yeah?” Bucky’s voice is barely above a whisper, gentle, yet filled with intent. He gives you a moment, letting his earlier confessions sink in, before taking hold of the now full cup that is meant for you. Your eyes widen slightly when you see him grab the can of freshly steamed milk, an almost eager smile tugging at his lips.

“Are you pulling your latte art on me?” you ask with a light laugh, some of the tension in your chest loosening. There is a little bit of a teasing note in your voice now, your heartbeat beginning to slow.

“Sure am, doll!” Bucky grins proudly, lifting the cup higher. His brow furrows in concentration as he carefully pours the milk with a steady hand, his tongue briefly poking out as he narrows his eyes to get the design just right. You had seen him do this many times before but never for you.

The precision and dedication he’s giving to something as simple as your coffee makes your heart swell. You’re the one watching him now with a soft smile, utterly mesmerized by how serious he’s taking it.

You take a glance at the other cup - the one Bucky had made for himself and an idea hits you. Steam still rises from the liquid inside, the scent of fresh coffee meeting your nose.

You look around the counter, spotting the milk pot Peter had just set down and, without a second thought, you pick up Bucky’s cup, ready to return the favor. You lift the milk and begin to pour.

“What are you doing, doll?” Bucky’s gaze stays fixed on the cup in his hand, but his smile is beaming, curiosity lacing his words.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that,” you retort, your voice playful as you guide the milk with careful precision, weaving your hand in the practiced motions until you’re satisfied with the design.

Bucky’s chuckle is warm and soft and for a moment, it feels like the world shrinks down to just the two of you, the quiet intimacy cutting through the noise of the ebbing café.

Bucky finishes his work and sets the milk pot back down. There is a slight hesitation in his movements as he hands over the cup for you, a touch of nervousness creeping into his stance. You smile up at him and offer the cup in your hand to him. His hands are a little clammy as they touch yours. You swap coffees.

Your mouth falls open as you take a glance down into the cup. In the creamy white foam, a delicate rose is perfectly etched, its petals spiraling gracefully outward. Surrounding the rose are tiny, intricate hearts, floating around the bloom. The detail is so mesmerizing that all you can do is stare at it.

“This is incredible, Bucky,” you breathe out, voice filled with amazement. When you look up, he’s already watching you. He’s breathing deeply and his smile is in place. But there is also something in his eyes he doesn’t try to hold back - pure adoration, shining clearly like he just can’t hide it anymore.

He holds his own cup carefully, as if it’s something precious, something fragile, as if even the tiniest movement would mess up the heart in white swirling in his cup. Though, you feel like the simple heart pales in comparison to the masterpiece he’s created for you.

“It’s beautiful,” you say quietly, a hint of shyness in your tone. You feel a tiny amount of embarrassment but Bucky just keeps smiling, so warm and incredibly fond, that any hint of insecurity melts away.

“Learned it for you,” he admits it softly, his words slipping out like a secret he’s been holding onto for too long. Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening slightly before you look back down at the cup, tracing the design over and over again with your gaze.

“I love it, Bucky. I love these little hearts,” you address admiringly, almost dreamily.

Bucky is beaming above you, and although he shakes his head softly, his smile never leaves his face. He takes in a deep breath, seemingly needing to compose himself and looks down at his own cup, at the heart in it.

“Well,” he vocalizes, affection surrounded by a playful edge, “my heart’s bigger.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Don’t flatter yourself, Barnes. It’s the only thing I know how to do.”

He chuckles, that vibrating sound, that always makes your chest feel lighter. “I can teach you,” he offers, his bright blues looking deeply into your eyes, so full of affection that it makes your breath catch for a second.

And in that second - because that’s all it takes - everything shifts. For the better. Always for the better, because it’s hard to feel anything negative when Bucky smiles at you the way he does.

“you deserve

the kind of love

like hot coffee between your lips

that loves you gently

but makes you bold

and gives you life between the sips”

- a.b.

[mochiimadness]

Hi, I hope you are doing well! Can I request a headcannon for the rottmnt peeps reacting to their witch!s/o fighting with a scythe? Thank you!

Thank you for requesting!

Neon Leon

Leo absolutely loves you already, how could he not- you’re amazing!

But when he sees you fight for the first time???

He literally stops in his tracks

*cough* he totally doesn’t end up getting punched because of that *cough*

You’re knocking down enemies with a single swipe of your scythe

He’s sitting down to watch you go

Definitely shouting encouragements

“Just so everybody knows- that’s my witch right there! Go baby go!”

Everyone already knows, Leo.

There are so many selfie’s of you two, Leo.

He doesn’t care, he’s so proud of you.

Just because he’s admiring you doesn’t mean he’s just sitting on the sidelines

No, no, no, he is helping you wherever he can

And if he doesn’t need to?? He doesn’t mind, you’re a badass and he’s insanely in love with you.

“Kick their ass baby, I got your flower!” Vibes

Definitely takes a selfie with you, making sure you’re holding scythe in full view, to commemorate the occasion

Don Tron

While a scythe isn’t a bow staff- it’s still a weapon that has similar movements

Donnie didn’t know he could fall more in love with you

But here he is, staring at you in awe and disregarding anything around him

You’re twirling your scythe with expert ease

Knocking away enemies with a practiced twist

He’s slack jawed.

Are there hearts in his eyes??? You can’t prove it

“PUT THE CAMERA DOWN, MIKEY!”

Has a fan moment where he comes up next to you, fighting together with your weapons

Freaking out internally over how cool the two of you probably look

You two are ✨baddies✨

Relationship goals

After the battle he definitely asks if he can hold your scythe

Spins it around a bit

“Yknow I could probably add a few things-“

You want a laser on your scythe? He can add it!!

Pls let him modify it a bit

He’ll faint if you say yes

You two are definitely fighting together more often in the future

Mystic Mike

He lets out the loudest gasp ever

Definitely squeals over how cool you look

You already have magic powers-

Which is already crazy awesome-

But now you have a scythe too????

Can his s/o get any cooler!?

Is your #1 hype man

“GO S/O GO!!!! KNOCK THOSE BAD GUYS AWAY! WOOOO!!!”

You have to save him from getting thrown across the room

He mayyy have been a bit too focused on you instead of the battle

It’s okay though, now you’re right next to him, brandishing a deadly scythe at the dude who tried to throw him

He’s in love

He absolutely asks you if he can paint your scythe

“I can add orange to it- that way we match! Ooo- and lightning bolts!”

Gives your scythe a whole make over

It looks amazing ofc

You two definitely try the whip-o-rama

Raph bans it in the lair after your scythe nearly takes out splinters projector

In battle though?? You two send the bad guys running.

Big Red

Y’know the fan boy face he makes when he sees Ghost Bear???

That’s his face when you whip out your scythe

Literally watching you in awe while also punching the foot clan ninja he’s holding

“That’s my baby!”

He then realizes how sharp your scythe is

Cue the worry

“Maybe you should slow down??????”

You assure him you’ve got it under control

Show him a cool trick or two

And then send a group of foot ninjas flying 20 feet away

Raph feels better now

He’s so proud

His s/o is not only mesmerizing, funny, smart, and kind- but now a total scythe wielding badass?

(Even if you don’t think you’re any of that- you are to Raph and he will make sure you know it.)

And a witch to top it all off?

Step aside Ghost Bear, you’ve been dethroned

He could watch you beat up foot ninjas all day

But he won’t since he wants to make sure you’re safe

Though you don’t really need it- and he knows it.

You’re strong af

“MY S/O IS COOLER THAN YOURS!”

He will talk about you to anyone and everyone

Wipes a proud tear away

Don’t get me started on if you use your magic with your scythe

There’s your turtle, on the ground sobbing over how amazing you are

Please give him a smooch

And let him hold your scythe just once-

Hope you enjoyed!!!

Thank you so much for requesting!

Reblogs appreciated!

[shiftingparadise]

Ok I'm gonna need a part 2 to let's go home doll 😭

God, I'm soooo happy you guys wanted a part 2. I absolutely LOVE writing Dabi x Reader fics.

I hope you like it! Enjoy 🤍✨

Word Count. 5123

‘Thought I told you not to let her leave, Shigaraki’, Dabi said coldly while leaning against the door frame, ‘Because of you I had to deal with another one of her episodes’. 

Dabi looked at the blue-haired boy sitting on one of the red chairs at the bar, spreading out his cards again. 

‘She’s your doll, not mine’, Shigaraki sighed while letting his head fall back, ‘I’m not her babysitter’. ‘Ah’, Dabi smirked, ‘She threatened you, didn’t she? Couldn’t handle my doll, poor Shigi’. ‘You better learn how to control your ‘doll’ before I decide she isn’t useful anym-‘, ‘Choose your next words carefully, friend’, Dabi tilted his head while smiling, ‘If you even think about touching my doll, I’ll kill y-‘. 

Dabi’s threats were cut short when he could hear your screams down the hallway. 

‘Sounds like her episode isn’t over’, Shigaraki smirked, ‘You better take care of your precious doll’. ‘Tch’, Dabi placed his hands in his pocket before hurrying to your room. 

‘Doll?’, Dabi said as sweet as possible while signaling the bodyguards to leave, ‘It’s me’. 

Dabi slowly opened your door. He sighed when he saw what a mess you’d made (again). He hated when you were like this, crying, trying to pull out your hair, screaming… You weren't his doll anymore when you were like this, or at least not to you. Dabi wished he could make you forget your old life, so that the old and broken you, would never want to come through again. 

‘Get away from me, you fucking creep!’, you screamed out at the top of your lungs, throwing one of the candles towards him, ‘How dare you do this to me, how dare you make me hate my friends!’. ‘Doll, we’ve talked about this so many times now’, Dabi looked disinterested at you, ‘This isn’t you anymore. You’re so much stronger now, so much prettier too when you’re carving your knife into some innocent stranger’. ‘I-I would never do something like that’, ‘Is your memory gone? Again?’, Dabi let out a deep breath while looking at the ceiling, ‘So you don’t remember meeting up with my little brother and his fired-up puppy?’. ‘S-shoto?’, you widened your eyes, memories flashing before them. 

‘Aw, come now doll’, Dabi was quick to catch you when he saw you couldn’t stand up straight anymore, ‘Remember when we laid on that rooftop? When I brought all your favourite snacks and bought you another knife? You were so happy’. 

You tried to repress the memories. You didn’t want to lose yourself again. 

‘D-don’t touch me’, you turned your head away when you could feel his rough digits stroking your cheek. ‘Please’, Dabi tightened his grip around your back, ‘Please come back doll’. 

You could feel your skull hurt from all the memories. You couldn’t make out which one were real, and which weren’t. 

‘I-I’m not your doll’, you whispered, but somehow it felt wrong to say; somehow you wanted to be his doll. ‘Tch’, Dabi closed his eyes, trying to rationalize your words. You weren’t you. His doll loved him, more than anyone in the world. His doll would never say she wasn’t his. 

‘I know what’ll bring you back to me’, Dabi softly pulled up the side of your skirt, ‘H-hey, don’t-‘, ‘Relax, I’m just grabbing this’. 

You widened your eyes, mesmerized by the knife’s beauty. 

‘This is the first knife I bought- … Well, I stole it, of course’, he let out a dry chuckle, ‘But this is the first one I got you’, he let his fingers run over the tip, a drip of blood breaking free from his skin. 

Your vision got blurry when you noticed how beautiful the red shade was when it was dripping from his skin. You could feel yourself fade away again.

‘D-dabi?’, you said softly, ‘Hm?’, his beautiful blue eyes staring into yours. ‘I’m tired’, you nestled your head into his chest, ‘Please tuck me in’. ‘There’s my doll again’, Dabi smiled. 

Of course, he wouldn’t let you notice, but he felt so relieved that his precious doll was back. Because, even if he showed it in a weird and sick way, he loved you. He loved you more than anything, and he would never let something happen to you, to his doll. 

‘All good?’, he said softly while making sure your feet were covered underneath the soft sheets. ‘Hm, thank you’, you said contently, eyelids feeling heavier by the second. ‘I’ll join you later, okay? Need to talk to Shigaraki first’, ‘I’ll miss you’, you clutched onto the sheets. ‘I won’t be long, I promise doll’, ‘Okay’, you yawned, ‘I love you’. 

Dabi froze. You never told him you loved him before. Actually, he couldn’t remember anyone saying those words to him. ‘I love you’, he frowned at how foreign those words sounded. 

‘D-dabi?’, you looked at him with big eyes, ‘You love me too, right?’. ‘I-I do’, he mumbled while stroking through his black hair, ‘I-I love you too, doll’.

He hated how weird it sounded when he let those words roll over his tongue, but it was true. He loved you and nothing would ever change that. He would die for you. He was a criminal, a cold, calculated killer, but he loved his doll. 

‘Let’s go out tomorrow’, you smirked while nestling your head into your pillow, ‘Want to use that pretty knife you got me’. ‘We’ll see’, Dabi placed a soft kiss on your temple, ‘Maybe after we clean up the mess you made today’. ‘O-oh right’, you giggled when you noticed the broken glass on the floor, the knives that were thrown into the wall, the wallpaper you’d scratched off… ‘Sorry pumpkin, you know I like to make a mess’. ‘Yeah, yeah’, Dabi stood up, leaving an empty feeling beside you. ‘Night doll, ‘Good night, Dabi’.

---

‘W-what?’, Midoriya widened his eyes, trying to comprehend what his friends just told him, ‘S-she killed-‘, ‘She wasn’t herself’, Shoto replied coldly. ‘Maybe some of those bastards hypnotized her with some strange quirk’, Bakugo balled his fists, ‘Y/N would never threaten to kill us, damn those bastards! I’ll kill them, I’ll kill them all’, he yelled with a crazy smile on his face. ‘Calm down’, Shoto replied, ‘We need to come up with a plan to get her back. I won’t break my promise’. 

‘But what if she wasn’t hypnotized, what if she really became a villain, maybe she joined the league of villains or maybe she fell in love with Dabi, or maybe she just pretended so Dabi wouldn’t hurt you and she tried to keep you safe-‘, Midoriya started mumbling to himself, placing the tip of his thumb between his lips. 

‘Damn nerd’, Bakugo scoffed at him, ‘Let’s go icy-hot, you know long it can take before he snaps out of it’. ‘Ai’, Shoto sighed before leaving with Bakugo.

‘Thanks for not telling Midoriya what I told her’, he said softly while walking through the city with his friend. ‘Tch’, the blonde frowned while turning his head away, ‘Everyone knows you love her anyway. Every extra in UA knew you had a crush on her’. ‘Probably’, Shoto smiled with his eyes closed. He could still remember how you made his heart flutter when you held his wrist or when you flew your arms around his neck every morning. It was the best part of his day; he never grew tired of it. 

--- 

‘Hmpf’, you grunted when you could feel the sun shining on your face, ‘Dabi’, you gently kicked him, ‘Close the curtains, I want to sleep’. ‘Do it yourself’, Dabi was laying on his back, a smug look on his face. 

Butterflies started to dance in your stomach when you took in the scenery in front of you. Dabi looked so beautiful with his hair messier than usual, his hands behind his head; not to mention the way the sheets were lazily wrapped around his lower body, exposing his toned chest to the first rays of sunlight. 

‘Please Dabi’, you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your leg around his waist, your hand gently stroking through his hair, ‘You need to take care of your doll’. ‘Tch’, he opened one eye to look at you, ‘I take care of you, you know that’. ‘Do I? You won’t even close the curt-‘. ‘Will you stop nagging if I close them?’. 

You eagerly bopped your head up and down, brushing your nose against his neck. 

‘You always smell so nice’, you murmured into his skin, ‘I’m addicted to your scent’. 

Dabi didn’t understand what happened. You were never so affectionate towards him before. Sure, you cuddled him, your sweet voice called out for him when he had to leave, … but he was always the one that gave you compliments, that told you how addicted he was to you. 

 ‘So’, Dabi stroked the back of his neck after he closed the curtains, a small stroke of light shining over his shoulder, ‘D-do you maybe want.. I don’t know’, ‘What?’, you giggled. ‘Do you want to go out on a real date? I’ll even pay for dinner…’. 

You noticed how he didn’t look into your eyes, how he avoided your gaze at all costs. 

‘My poor pumpkin’, you giggled while slowly getting up, ‘Why are you so nervous? I’m your doll, you know I’ll do everything with you’. 

Now it was Dabi’s turn to take in your beauty. You never slept with too much clothing, so he always woke up with a feast for his eyes. Always your cute little pink lingerie with a ribbon at the back of your slip and another one in the middle of your bra… But that wasn’t what made you so pretty to him, no. It was your scars and bruises all over your body that complimented the bright pink of your lingerie, that made you so irresistible. 

‘That’s settled then’, he smiled before shyly placing his hands on your waist, ‘I’ll make sure my doll will look pretty on our first, real date’. ‘Hm’, you giggled before cupping his cheeks, ‘Let’s stay in bed a little longer for now though’, you whispered before crashing your lips against his, desperate for his taste, ‘Your doll needs some attention right now’. ‘My doll gets whatever she desires’, Dabi smirked while tracing his digits across your back, stopping at the soft fabric of your bra, ‘As long as she behaves well, that is’. 

---

‘Oi, oi, oi’, Bakugo’s merciless smirk appeared on his face, ‘What’s wrong? Not so cocky now, are you?’. ‘Bakugo’, Shoto placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, ‘Control yourself, will you?’. 

‘I-I just deliver their weapons, that’s all’, the man whimpered against the cold wall when he saw the sparks emerging from Bakugo’s hand again. ‘I-I don’t know where they’re staying, w-we meet at different locations’. ‘Have you ever seen a girl? She always plays with knives; through a commoner’s eyes, she would look like an innocent student’. 

The man widened his eyes. Of course, he saw you. Dabi brought his doll everywhere with him. No one would ever dare to touch you, knowing they would get the whole league after them. Because you were Dabi’s doll, and all possessions of the League of Villains are sacred, be it a knife, a gun, or their doll. 

‘He’s seen her’, Shoto looked at the sky, a small cloud leaving his mouth with every breath. He needed to control himself, to control his emotions. ‘Oi bastard, is she being controlled?’, Bakugo raised his hand again. ‘W-what?’, the man widened his eyes, ‘N-no, she’s with Dabi’. ‘We know that, but is there any way she’s being held hostage?’.

Shoto tried to read the man’s expression, but he couldn’t believe it when he heard a soft chuckle leaving his lips. 

‘She’s his doll, or that’s what he likes to call her anyway,’, the man answered, ‘But she’s with him because she wants to. From what I’ve seen she’s always clinging onto him, always asking for his attention…’, the man shrugged his shoulders, ‘She’s obsessed with him’. 

‘Icyhot?’, Bakugo looked over his shoulder at the lack of response. 

Shoto refused to believe you were acting of your own free will, that you wanted to be with someone like his brother. He knew you; you despised men like him. Men who robbed people from their lives just because they felt like it. 

‘Let’s take him to the police’, Shoto turned around, ‘He clearly doesn’t know whom we’re talking abou-‘, ‘Oh, I do’, the man replied, knowing damn well pro heroes weren’t going to actually kill him, ‘She was a pro hero, right? I thought it was her at first, but with what I’ve seen… Thought was impossible that she was the pro hero everyone so admired. A pro hero would never do the things she did’. 

‘Shut up!’, Bakugo roughly grabbed the man’s collar, ‘Shut up or I kill you!’. ‘I’m already dead. I’ve talked about the League of Villains… Do you think they’ll be happy about that? Or that they aren’t going to find out?’, the man smiled, as if he didn’t care about his own life. ‘Tch’, Bakugo raised his hand, ready to punch the scum that tried to provoke them. ‘What did she do?’, Shoto asked coldly, causing Bakugo to snap out of his anger. ‘Icyhot’, Bakugo gritted through his teeth, eyes still locked on the smirking man in front of him, ‘We can’t trust him, for all we know he’s lying’. ‘What did she do?’, Shoto repeated himself. ‘I’ll tell you if you let me go’, ‘You’re one crazy bastard, aren’t you? You really think we would let the main supplier of those scumbags go?’, the blonde let go of the man’s collar, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. ‘I want to know’, Shoto closed his eyes. ‘Are you stupid? We’re not going to let this scumbag go, right?’, ‘Tell us’. 

Shoto didn’t care. He needed to know what you did, to know whether there was still hope for you, if there was still a small part of you that he recognized. 

‘She always likes to test the knives I bring with me’, the man stroked some dirt away from his pants, ‘Dabi makes sure there are some innocent, whimpering ‘puppets’. After all, she’s his doll, and his doll always gets what she wants’. ‘What do you mean?’, Bakugo tried to hide the sick feeling in his stomach. ‘She plays with her new knife while choosing one of her ‘puppets’, and before you know it, the entire building is filled with the screams of her precious toy’. ‘You’re lying’, Shoto tried to control himself, to keep his emotions in check, ‘I know you are’. ‘Hey, believe what you want’, the man raised his hands in the air, ‘I don’t care’. 

---

‘Shiiiiigiiii’, you chanted at the bar, taking the seat next to him, ‘Where’s my pumpkin?’. ‘I don’t know’, he sighed, fumbling with his cards. ‘Shiiigiiii’, you threw your hand on top of the cards, clearly annoying your comrade, ‘I’m bored again’. ‘You’re lucky you’re his doll or I would kill you’. ‘W-what?’, you widened your eyes, pouting, ‘I thought we were friends’. ‘F-friends?’, Shigaraki turned to look at you, ‘You see me as your friend?’. ‘Of course!’, a sweet smile lingered on your face, ‘You always make sure I’m not bored when Dabi’s away, always looking out for me when you join us on a mission… You’re my Shigi’. You threw your arm around his neck, placing your head against his, ‘You and I are best friends’. 

Shigaraki tried to ignore the tingling sensation inside his heart, the feeling of caring for someone. He never thought you would actually like him after he and Dabi plucked you out of your old life. It’s not like he was in love with you, like Dabi, no. Shigaraki enjoyed your company, he enjoyed complaining about those ‘heroes’ with you, scolding them… He enjoyed it when you giggled or when you told him how you were feeling. He wanted you to grow, to be stronger. 

‘Doll? What did I tell you about touching other men? I don’t care if it’s that blue-haired bastard-‘, ‘Oh hush’, you giggled before pulling away, ‘It’s only Shigi’. ‘Get her under control’, Shigaraki said coldly, trying to hide the soft feeling you left him with. ‘Here’, Dabi held out a bag, ‘Bought you a nice dress and some heels for our date’. ‘Bought?’, you frowned at his choice of words. ‘Tch fine’, Dabi rolled his eyes, ‘I stole it, but I promise I’ll pay for dinner, as people do on a real date’. ‘Date?’, Shigaraki chuckled while shaking his head, ‘You’ve gone soft Dabi’. ‘Shut up Shigi!’, you looked at your friend, arms crossed, ‘Come on Dabi, I want to see what kind of dress you got me’. 

You hopped towards your boyfriend, eyes sparkling with joy. Dabi loved seeing you like this, so excited and happy.

---

‘And? What do you think?’, you smiled while turning around, ‘Do you like it?’. Dabi was sitting on the bed, arms resting on his knees, taking in the breathtaking view before him. 

Dabi wanted to compliment you, he wanted to tell you how stunning that dress looked on you, but you looked so perfect… The sight of you in that beautiful black dress, the way there was a cut on the side of your leg, showing just the tip of the butterfly knife he got you; the way it complimented your figure… He regretted getting you that dress at first because he wanted you to get a dress a doll would wear, all puffy and cute…. But when he saw this dress, when he imagined how your scars would complement it, the way it would be a bit too small for your breasts, … God, he wanted to devour you at the thought alone. 

‘Y-you don’t like it?’, you shyly fumbled with your fingers, looking down at the ground. ‘Tch’, Dabi slowly stood up from the bed, gently grabbing your hands, ‘You can’t walk next to someone like me, I’ll only embarrass you’. ‘Eh?’, you frowned, tilting your head. ‘Let’s just stay here tonight, just us two’, Dabi lowered his eyes, a sad feeling rushing over him. ‘W-why?’, you widened your eyes, ‘I really want to go Dabi!’. ‘You really want to go to a decent restaurant with me? While you’re looking like this?’, ‘Like what? You don’t like it, right? I knew it-‘, you pulled away, wanting to disappear into the bathroom again. ‘N-no!’, Dabi held you back, ‘Y-you look…’, ‘I look ugly, right? Just say it! I know you’re thinking it-‘. 

‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes when you felt his lips against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks so gently. ‘You’re looking like a goddess. You’re perfect, too perfect for someone like me’. ‘W-why do you keep saying that?’, you started to feel sad, ‘You’re perfect and I love you. I don’t care what other people call us, or what they think about us. I think you’re beautiful. Is that not enough?’. 

You were right. You thought he was beautiful; you loved his scars, his imperfections. He shouldn’t be afraid to go outside, to have a nice dinner with you .

‘Fine, I’ll get dressed’, he smiled, placing a swift kiss on your cheek, ‘Everything for my doll’. 

---

‘You look so handsome in that suit’, you smiled sweetly while letting your chin rest on the back of your hand, legs swinging underneath the table. ‘It feels weird to wear something like this’, he looked at the ceiling, ‘But I guess it’s necessary in a place like this’. 

He wasn’t wrong. Dabi took you to one of the fanciest restaurants in town, because his doll deserved the best, and nothing less. Dabi let his eyes wander to your lips, loving the sight of how they wrapped around your spoon, the way you hummed while eating your dessert… 

‘I got you something’, he said shyly, stroking through his hair. ‘I got you something too!’, you quickly picked up a bag from underneath the table, ‘I mean… it isn’t much but…’, ‘Y-you got me a present?’.

Dabi never felt this surprised before. He couldn’t remember anyone ever giving him a present.  

‘Just open it already’, ‘O-okay’, Dabi slowly grabbed the bag, pulling out a leather book. ‘Huh?’, he looked at you, ‘Just open it’, you turned your head, cheeks blushing. 

He couldn’t believe his eyes. He could see countless pictures of you and him. In some,  you were sitting on his lap, looking at him withso much love in your eyes. In others, he had you on his back, his hands softly resting on your ankles, you burying your head in the crook of his neck,… You looked so pretty in all of them. 

‘W-who took these-‘, ‘I asked Shigi’, you couldn’t look into his eyes, ‘I mean… W-we never take any pictures, thought it would be nice to have some’. ‘Thank you’, he said softly, closing his eyes, ‘I love this’. ‘Can I get mine now?’, you giggled, knowing you made him happy. ‘Here’, he felt embarrassed that he didn’t think of something so meaningful. 

‘O-oh’, you widened your eyes at how the red diamonds were sparkling. ‘I thought it would suit you, especially with that dress’, ‘I-it’s beautiful’. 

Dabi got you a beautiful necklace, with a red, diamond heart in the middle. The necklace itself was a beautiful black, velvety fabric. The dark color made sure the red, heart-shaped diamond in the middle got the attention it deserved. 

‘It’s so pretty’, you let your digits hover over the cold diamond once you put it on, ‘Thank you’. You leaned over the table, pulling Dabi in for a kiss. ‘Everything for my doll’, he replied softly. 

---

‘That was so much fun’, you giggled while tightly holding onto Dabi’s arm. ‘Hm, we should do this more often’, he said coldly, trying to keep his senses at 100 % while walking through the city. After all, you looked stunning, and he wasn’t going to tolerate lingering eyes from some sick perverts. You were his doll, and his doll alone. 

‘Oi, isn’t she a little too pretty for you? How much do you pay her?’, a man’s voice rung from behind you two, ‘Hey, I’ll pay double the price if you leave him right now and walk toward me with those pretty legs’. 

Yes, finally. You’d been waiting for something like this, for someone to play with. Of course, Dabi was furious. You could see it in the way he froze, in the way his breath hitched, that crazy smirk on his face… 

‘I promise my dick tastes better than that bastard’s-‘, -H-huh?’, you widened your eyes at how fast Dabi disappeared from next to you.

‘You can apologize, beg, and cry all you want, but nothing will save you from me’, blue fire emerged from Dabi’s hand, pinning the man against the building. ‘How dare you disrespect my doll like that? Look at her, she’s not only priceless, but she’s also mine’. ‘I-I didn’t know-‘. ‘You didn’t know who we were, but now you do’. ‘Dabi’, you played with the knife he got for you, slowly walking towards the two men, ‘Let me cut out his tongue before you kill him’, ‘Take his eyes first’, Dabi smirked, ‘Make sure your pretty face is the last thing he’ll ever see’. 

---

‘It’s them’, Shoto ran as fast as he could when he noticed the blue fire, ‘He was right’. ‘Damn half-and-half bastard!’, Bakugo smirked, ‘That wasn’t the worst idea you got’. 

Shoto wasn’t stupid. He would never let the main weapon supplier of the League of Villains go without gaining some kind of advantage. Shoto told the man he would only let him go if he looked for you two, if he roamed the streets at night, and notify him whenever he even thinks he saw one of you two. 

‘Y/N’, Shoto sounded out of breath, a drop of sweat dripping from his temple. 

‘Shit’, Dabi quickly pulled you away from the man. You were sitting on top of the man, giggling, using your quirk to play with his blood… 

Shoto and Bakugo were too stunned to speak when they saw what you were doing. 

‘Stop following me!’, you childishly yelled from behind Dabi, ‘Just leave us alone!’. ‘I promised I would get you back’, Shoto said softly, ‘I promised-‘, ‘Shit’, Bakugo barely dodged the sharp, moon-shaped drops of blood you threw his way. ‘I don’t want to leave, I want to stay with Dabi!’. 

God, Dabi was so proud. He felt so proud that you wanted to be his, even after Shotos’ foolish love declaration.

‘Oi freak’, Bakugo smirked, ‘You’re telling me you never want to compete with me again?’, ‘Compete?’, you frowned, slowly coming from behind Dabi’s shoulder, ‘Like… Playing a game?’. ‘You don’t remember?’, Bakugo widened his eyes. 

‘Enough doll’, Dabi got nervous. If you got one of your episodes right now, if the old you came through, the part that wasn’t his doll… He would lose you.

‘You do remember how we used to dance together, right?’, Shoto said softly, ‘D-dance?’. ‘I used to take you to the rooftop’, Shoto smiled at the memory, ‘And then I would grab your hands, pull you close, and we would dance’. 

‘D-dabi’, you looked at him, panic in your eyes, ‘I-I don’t like this, I don’t-‘. ‘It’s okay doll, it’s fine’, he turned his back towards the pro heroes, gently cupping your cheeks, ‘Hey, I would never let anything happen to you, we can go home’. 

‘Y/N, come with us’. 

‘Shit’, Dabi quickly turned around, knowing he would never be able to fight now.

 ‘Hello Deku’, Dabi looked coldly at the number one hero. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dabi didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how long you were going to be his doll anymore. 

‘Y/N’, Deku sweetly smiled at you, ‘You can come with us, we’re your home, right?’. 

There it was again. The confused feeling, the different memories flashing before your eyes. You were going to lose control again. 

‘S-shoto?’, you sobbed, feeling so scared, ‘Shoto!’. You wanted to run towards him, to hold him and never let go. ‘Doll?’, Dabi softly grabbed your wrist, ‘Don’t leave me, please’. 

Leave? Were you leaving? Your digits ran over the cold diamond that was pressed against your neck. 

‘If you love her, you let her be happy with icyhot here’, Bakugo gritted through his teeth, ‘What kind of life does she have with you? She isn’t even herself’. 

I’m not? I’m not me? You used to not be you, you had created a persona, that much was true… But that didn’t change the fact that over the past few weeks, you were you. Dabi wasn’t a monster, not to you at least. You were his doll, and he took care of you. 

‘S-shut up Kacchan’, you smiled, tears streaming down your cheek. ‘H-huh’, Deku widened his eyes, ‘Y/N?’. ‘Come with us’, Shoto wasn’t going to waste time now you remembered them. 

You looked over your shoulder at Dabi. He wasn’t going to put up a fight, you could see it in his stance. He was looking at the bag he was holding, eyes filled with hurt. Dabi wasn’t going to stop you. You were his doll, and his doll got whatever she wanted. 

You took one step towards Deku, looking into his eyes. ‘This doesn’t feel right’, you closed your eyes, mumbling towards yourself. ‘Y/N please’, Shoto walked towards you, so slowly, so controlled. ‘Please come with us’, his cold hand met your wrist. 

No, no, no. That was all you could think. You weren’t the same person they knew. You were Dabi’s doll, and you wanted to be. 

‘I’m so sorry Shoto’, a painful smile on your face, ‘Don’t come for me anymore, okay?’. ‘Oi freak, stop saying shit like that! You’re coming with us!’. 

‘Deku?’, ‘Ai’. 

The number one hero felt sad. He knew what you wanted, and he felt conflicted. If you took a step toward the man behind you, you made your choice. You became a villain, they would need to chase you, capture you, maybe even kill you. Deku had to come after you, but he didn’t want to. 

‘Take care of Shoto, please’, ‘Y/N!’, Shoto wanted to grab you, to keep you close, but he was too late. ‘Sorry’, you whispered, pulling up a wall of blood you’d managed to get from the corpse behind you, ‘But I’m not me anymore’. Your free hand stroked softly over the diamond heart on your neck, ‘I’m his doll’. 

Dabi didn’t believe it. He was sure you would leave, that you would go with your friends. 

‘Dabi!’, you grabbed his hand, pulling him behind you, ‘Let’s go! They’re probably not going to follow us, but still… I don’t want to take any risks’. 

---

‘Seems like you had a good time’, Shigaraki smirked when you two entered the bar. ‘Shut up Shigi’, you sighed before taking a bottle of whiskey and pouring it into a glass, ‘Hm?’, you held the bottle in front of Dabi. ‘N-no’, he whispered, still unsure of what happened. ‘You liked your present?’, the blue-haired boy looked at his friend, ‘It took me a lot of sneaky pictures to fill up that book’. ‘He hasn’t even looked at them all’, you smirked before drinking the whiskey in one sip. 

Dabi couldn’t believe it. You were sitting at the bar, as if nothing happened. The slit of your dress showing the knife he got you, the red diamond caressing your skin… You chose him. You wanted to be his doll, even if you remembered everything. 

‘Oi, stop that!’, Shigaraki tried to protect his cards, but it was no use. ‘Oh, come on, Shigiiii. Just one game’, you giggled, ‘The loser needs to buy the other sushi’. 

‘Well?’, you smiled at your boyfriend, ‘Are you joining?’, ‘Only if my doll wants me to’, Dabi let out a small smile before placing the bag onto the ground, and walking behind the bar. ‘So you’re joining’, you happily replied before handing out cards to Shigaraki and Dabi. 

---

‘Can’t believe I need to buy Shigi sushi’, you mumbled into Dabi’s chest, ‘He cheated, I know he did!’. ‘Doll?’, Dabi gently pulled the sheets over your naked body, holding one arm around your waist, ‘Y-you want to be mine? Even if you remember?’. ‘I’m your doll’, you smiled, holding him tighter, ‘And I love you, I love you with everything that I am. 

[junnieismylove]

MIRRORED

Pairing- Olivia (y/n) x Daniel (Yj)

Genre- fluff, angst

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The fresh morning breeze went up her nostrils, as she closed her eyes taking in the scent, smiling widely. The gust of wind swept her long brown hair as she slid her slender fingers across her face to remove them and tucked her hair strands behind her ear. Sitting on a bench in the field covered with dandelions that swayed where the wind blew, Olivia would often come here to draw, spilling her troubles and sorrows, worries and tensions on the piece of paper which brought her immense joy. 

She wore a pastel pink floral skirt which stays till her upper thighs and white plain half sleeves crop top. Her eyes surfed through the mesmerizing meadow searching for the perfect scenery that could touch her heart. While  browsing her eyes landed on a particular person. Olivia couldn’t believe herself, she never in her life saw such beauty. She was in complete awe of the said boy who was sitting on the other bench, with his headphones on, his head bobbing with his eyes closed, too deep into the rhythm of the music. For Olivia he was the most handsome and pretty man she has ever seen. 

A lean figure, his plush pink lips, high bridged nose, a jawline so sharp that could make you bleed. Without her knowing her hands worked on their own on her sketchbook capturing his feature, Olivia captured his beauty with her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when he opened those orbs. She wanted to get lost in those iridescent eyes. Her pencil worked on the details of the boy, but her eyes were fixated on him. The moment froze when their eyes met, sending in a rush of electricity spiraling their senses. Her heart accelerated when she felt the warmth of his smile, it's like a wave of comfort and a feeling of being safe just crashed through her. 

She quickly darted her eyes, breaking the connection that they both just shared, her cheeks flushed with a tint of crimson red. She sheepishly smiled, gathering up all her courage to take one last look. Glancing back hoping to see him again grooving to his music, but to her avail, he is no more there. Olivia frowned in confusion, pondering that just now he was sitting there and the next second he was gone, she found it a little bit weird…

“Maybe he has something important to do”

Shrugging her thoughts off she looks down hoping to see an empty page but gasps in absolute shock seeing the portrait of the boy that was made alluringly perfect  . Questioning if this was her sketch, she giggles not accepting the fact that she can create something so ravishing.

“Guess his charm worked on me” 

Olivia was very altruistic and considerate but she wasn’t easy, she could sense a red flag from a mile ago. She was known to be fearless with an extreme skill set. But behind that mask of toughness, she hid her tears, her heart as fragile as glass that even a slight pinch of needle  could shatter her into million pieces. She wasn’t the one to  cry in front of anyone but the walls of her room resonated with every little sound of her wails while her pillow captured all of  her precious scintillated tears. 

“YO!!!” Olivia jerked from the sudden greeting, putting her hand on his chest breathing heavily. “What the hell is wrong with you Kai!! You startled me”. Kai wheezed “ Man!it’s so easy to scare you!” he says while laughing hysterically. Olivia rolled her eyes slamming  her locker door, surprising the over too joyed boy. Kai's expressions changed completely, he looked at Olivia in horror, noticing her creepy smile that she puts on when she is angry. Mumbling a sorry, Kai free himself from her wrath, getting pretty best friend privilege.   

“Did you make your art for the competition?” Kai asks excitedly, making Olivia nod. “Oh!! What did you make?” His eyes which are filled with curiosity shift towards Olivia. She moves her head side to side signaling him no before saying “it’s a secret!! I'll show you on the big day?” Kai whines, throwing his head back “why???” She smirks as she turns around, now facing Kai  moving backward to the cafeteria teasingly moving her finger side to side gesturing a no.

The chattering of the students could be heard as Kai and Olivia went to sit in the far back of the cafeteria. “So what do you want?” Kai says, grumbling voices coming from his stomach indicating that he was hungry. Olivia sighs, laying her head down on the table, one thought or someone clouding her mind. 

The boy from the dandelions park

Kai frowns as he calls her name many times but she won’t listen, so he shakes her intensely making her come out of her trance. “What was on your mind that you can’t even hear anyone?” ” he asked, puzzled by her shy grin. This is the first time he has seen her smile like that, so he was pretty shocked. “Do you have a CRUSH?” he yells the word “crush” making Olivia widen her eyes, trying to get him to shut his mouth.

“What are you doing? Shh!! Keep it down!! I don’t have any crush or anything!! You know I don't do those kinds of things!!” She was clearly embarrassed when everyone looked at them weirdly. She bows her head apologetically to everyone and shoots a glare at Kai, making her melt in his seat.   

“I am not in a mood to eat right now! You can go take anything!" she retrieves back to laying her head on the table. Kai shrugs his shoulders getting up to get food. Getting comfortable she was about to close her eyes when someone caught her attention. Her eyes looked like it was gonna pop out any second and her jaw was literally on the floor, she pinched herself thinking that it may be some dream or else, but it wasn’t. She was wide awake and the person she had been daydreaming about was right in front of her. 

She was contemplating whether to go say hi or not, cuz her heart couldn’t stop pounding as if wanting to get out of her chest. She gulped coming to a final decision of at least knowing his name. She stands up from her seat, adjusting her clothes, even though she was just wearing a plain black hoodie and a black jeans. Patting her face and tucking her hair back, she started to make her way towards him. 

In between the walk she thought to herself, how much she has changed, she would have never done these things for a boy but something about him just makes her wanna put on some nice clothes and make up  when she knows she won’t do that at any cost. 

Her heart still thumping as she gets closer, her footsteps start becoming heavy, wanting to turn around but there is no going back. She sits on the opposite side of her, he didn’t seem to notice her as he was so engaged with his phone. Olivia inhales a good amount of air and chooses to speak.

“Hi!!” her voice came out ever so sweet that she gagged secretly. The boy looks up at her with the most innocent and pure eyes one can ever have. She swears her expressions that were tense just min ago soften just seeing his face. “Hi!!” He smiles , waving  his hand like a child. She almost died from the cuteness this boy held. His voice was the perfect blend of honey and solace. 

A comfortable science spread in the atmosphere as no one dared to speak, their eyes were looking everywhere but at each other. Before it gets awkwards olivia starts a new conversation. “What is your name?” the said boy looks at her “Daniel!! What's yours?”  she grins “olivia!! Nice to meet you!!” Daniel bows “ nice to meet you too!!” 

“I have never seen you here before!! Are you new?” she bit her lip, showing interest “ yeah!! I shifted a week ago!! And i also remember you from the park” she inaudible gasps, trying to swallow his words but is not able to. “Oh my god!! You do!! Wow mee too!!” They both laughed as their conversation was going pretty well.

Kai gets back with a food tray in his hand ready to share with his bestie but she is nowhere to be seen. He looks around trying to find her and then sees she is on the other table talking with somebody. Kai was lowkey happy and he also felt odd like who is this person that is making her days so much brighter now. But whoever it is, Kai is grateful because it's been long since he had seen her all contended and cheerful. With this thought he goes back to eating his lunch.

Olivia threw herself on her bed, feeling on cloud 9. After so long she has felt like this. Daniel makes her feel so many things, in just one day he gave her so many butterflies, made her feel so special, they talked like they have been talking for ages. It didn’t feel like Olivia was speaking to him for the first time. 

“Is this what falling in love feels like?” 

She questioned herself, going deep into her thoughts. Her eyes get droopy, as they start to close, making her fall into a deep slumber. Days went by as Olivia and Daniel got closer and closer. Her crush gradually became her first love. She always gets this euphoric feeling whenever she is with him. Olivia spends most of her time with daniel. They talk, they go out on multiple dates, they devote their whole time at Olivia's house since she lives alone. It’s like she has gotten attached to Daniel, she can never let him go.

She is in love with him.

Canceling her plans or rejecting anything Kai wants to do with her made him very upset and angry with the person that got her tied with him. Kai was now desperate to know that person and have a word with them. 

Laying on the dandelion field where their eyes collided for the first time, they looked at the bright sky with the sun shining its ray on both of them in a complete stillness. Only  the cloud’s slow movement could be seen and the pleasant wind blowing could be heard. Olivia’s head lays on Daniel's chest with his finger entangled with her hair caressing them tenderly.

She lifts her head to look at the boy who is smiling like an idiot. “You are too unreal” she grins as he chuckles “what? Why do you think that?” she takes in a good amount of breath before speaking “ i mean, you are so perfect, how can a human be so perfect!!” he giggles “maybe i am not one!!” Olivia rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah right!! But on a serious note you legit made me feel things no one ever has!! And I was dying to feel this way, wanting to be loved and to love, I wanted someone to spoil with my love but I guess here it's the other way around, you spoiled me with yours!!” She giggles like a little girl, but he just stays silent looking at her with all the adoration he has for her.

Olivia gathers up the courage to finally say what is in her heart. She sits, her expressions all serious making Daniel worry. She holds his soft hands into her as she looks deep into a bottomless pit in his eyes. “I want to tell you something” he nods his head signaling her to continue. She closes her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat..

“I love you!!!”

Daniel’s eyes held the world for her but his lips held a pained smile, knowing the reality of life. He wants to reciprocate her feelings but the circumstances were not in his favor. Olivia opens one of her eyes to see his reaction, he was oddly silent making her anxious. Slowly opening her second eye, she starts shaking a little bit, since she has always been afraid to confess to anyone. Rejection might be something she won’t be able to handle.

" I love you too!!” He spoke suddenly but Olivia didn’t hear it, because she was busy overthinking unnecessary scenarios. “I am sorry!! If you don’t like me it's tot- wait what? What did you just say?” She was too stunned to speak, she thought her ears were ringing but they weren’t, she heard all too correctly, he loved her back, she was in denial still she wanted to jump, dance and sing on top of her lungs, but restricted herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, as Daniel's concerned face was visible. 

“Why are you crying?” he asks, his voice softens, she sniffles, quickly hugging him, her hands wrapped around his shoulders, while his hands quickly wrap around her waist. “Thank you for always being there for me!!! For loving me, for never leaving my side”.

‘For never leaving my side’ this line got stuck deep into his heart….

He bit his lips, resisting  himself from crying, as they both sat there relishing each other’s embrace. Daniel breaks the hug, saying the thing that is impossible for him to conquer: “I will always stay with you no matter what!!” sliding his thumb over her cheeks to clean her tears, he leans in to give a sweet little kiss on her lips. They want to say so many things to each other, but some words are meant to be left unsaid. She keeps her head on his shoulder as they peacefully weave their future together which ceases to exist.

" promise me forever?" She took out her pinky finger, giving him puppy eyes. Daniel gulped and felt a sting in his heart, with hesitation he took out his pinky finger and linked it with hers. "I promise you-"

Forever… always remember even if I am not here I will be with you in  HERE always!!!” 

Taking his index finger and motioning it to her heart….

Olivia’s happiness was on top of the world without knowing that her world was about to crumble down..

Happily skipping the hallway, she makes her way to the cafeteria only to be stopped by her best friend that she has been ignoring. “You look happy!!” he says standing on the cafeteria entry point with his hands crossed keeping his poker face. She smiles “yes i do!!” he nods “care to explain why?”. Olivia remembers that she forgot to tell her best friend about her boyfriend, she was so engrossed in Daniel that she did not realize that she had been ignoring her own childhood best friend.

“I am so sorry!! I forgot to tell you!! I have a boyfriend!!” Kai's eyes widened, all of his anger turned into contentment as he used to think that she doesn’t have the ability to make boyfriends. “REALLY!! WHO?” he again yelled making her embarrassed but this time she was not mad “ssh!! I'll tell you everything!! Lower your volume down!! Geez!!!”. Kai excitedly nods his head as they go to the far back table to sit.

“So his name is daniel!!and-”she told him everything from when they met to her confession. Some words that she said felt weird to kai, like how she just told him that she used to sit with him in the cafeteria all the time but he never saw anybody with her, not at school at least.  “Where do you guys sit?” he asked “over there! He might be sitting-” she looks over to the empty table that is lying on the other end of the cafeteria, Olivia's smile drops and she suddenly gets an uncomfortable vibe, her intuition telling her something word is coming “Maybe he didn’t come today!!” she assured herself but on the other hand Kai knew something was up with her because whenever she sits there, 

She always sits alone…

He never paid attention to her, always thinking that she might be on the phone with someone. But now that he thinks about it, isn’t it weird to always be in the same place and in the same location. “Well i wanna see how handsome this man is” she smiles widely ready to take out her phone but stops midway. “Oh yeah!! He doesn’t like taking pictures!! So we don’t have any!! But he is absolutely ethereal. ``Kai furrowed his eyebrows together, finding it extremely weird, ‘there is not even a one pic of them together, that's impossible’ . His mind was foggy with just confusion. “Well do you have anything that can give me an idea how he looks!!” she ruminates for a  minute “yess!! I have his sketch I made the first day I saw him!! It’s actually an art competition too!!” she says elevated. “Ok, show me that!!” “sure”

They both enter Olivia's room as she looks for her sketchbook, finally finding it she turns the page till she comes across his sketch. She hands it over to Kai, who’s full concentration is on the sketch. “He is very handsome!! It's weird how he doesn’t want his pictures to be clicked” he says clearly puzzled “i know right!!`` Olivia stood there grinning crazily, completely oblivious to reality.

Suddenly something strikes Kai, the sketch is strangely familiar to him, it's like he has seen this boy before but where?. “He seems familiar tho” olivia frowns in confusion “where did you see him”.

“I don’t quite remember but I surely did, '' he says, still thinking as to where he could have seen him. Olivia shrugs her shoulder “well maybe you saw someone who looks similar to him” he sighs, his memory working clearly, the deeper he thinks the more it clears out but heis not sure if what he is thinking is correct  or not. 

“Maybe”

Next day Kai runs to Olivia who is sitting there saddened, because it's been 3 days since she didn’t see or hear anything from Daniel, from the day she confessed he seems to be missing. These were restless and sleepless nights for her as she cried for him. But didn’t let anyone even know what she is going through. She looks towards her right to see Kai running towards her coming to a halt, keeping his hands to her knees breathing heavily.

“I need to tell you something important!!” She didn’t say anything and nodded. “So the picture you showed me, I remember where it’s from and why it felt so familiar!! Remember we went to an art museum 3 years ago?” she nods still connecting the dots. “There is an exact artwork of the boy you made!! And if you want proof I can take you to that museum” still not knowing what he is trying to say “what are you trying to say?” he sits on the bench holding her hand “what i'll say next!! I don’t know if it's true or not and by any means I am not trying to hurt but telling you the reality and I am sorry for that  but I think you may be hallucinating him!” she quickly retreats  her hand away from him, looking extremely angry. 

“What rubbish ? Why would I hallucinate someone?” she jerks her hands away from kai. She is now totally paranoid. “Look you are getting it, you told me that you used to sit with him in the cafeteria, but trust me you always used to sit alone, how such a handsome boy wouldn’t want his pictures to be taken, how in the world you don’t have his phone number, Why doesn’t he talk to anyone at school? All these things are weird aren't they?” Olivia was now beyond scared because whatever he said was true except for the cafeteria one.

Not wanting to believe all of this, she stands up ready to leave but kai holds her wrist. “Let go of me,” she says, blinking her tears away. Kai’s face softens “please listen to me and do the things i say and if i am proven wrong, you have all the right to stop talking to me” she turns her body towards him looking him in his eye.

“Only one chance” 

He nods.

Her footsteps feel heavy as she drags them alongside kai. Making their way to the said painting. She bit her lips feeling extremely anxious as they got closer and closer. “Look” she closes her eyes not wanting to look but has no choice, she slowly lifts up her head to see the painting, she is frozen on the spot, not able to move or speak or show emotions, she becomes pale as if she saw a ghost. The man in the painting looks exactly like daniel. Those lips, nose and those pearly chocolate brown eyes, everything is the same.

She shakes her head as no, her steps one by one taking a step backward. “This must be a coincidence!” She speaks under her breath, but Kai hears it. “You still don't believe it!!” He was now extremely worried about her mental health. Olivia was already going through depression of losing her family to a fatal car accident, then her aunt took her in her custody but she would treat her like an outcast, and in school too, she keeps a low profile just because of how she is scared to get emotionally attached to someone, thinking they will too leave her. 

Kai is the only one she’s close to because they are friends even before her parent’s death. He was there with her when her parents died. Kai never wanted to see her cry, so he made it his mission to never bring tears to her eyes. Her condition day by day got worse as her aunt would treat her really badly, so decided to move out. She was deprived of love. She wanted someone with whom she could share the mildest things,  who can make her laugh and make her feel special. Kai can’t do that because she thinks  one day he will also leave her. 

She runs out of the museum, not being able to take in everything, her head hurts, she doesn’t understand anything. She wants more proof. This can just be coincidence, her mind stopped working, all that could be heard was her heart beating rapidly. Kai reaches out for her but she jerks his hand away.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!! YOU ARE JEALOUS OF ME AND DANIEL!! THAT’S WHY YOU ARE DOING THIS RIGHT?” Kai had enough, his blood was boiling, he couldn't keep his best friend in the dark, he calmed himself, not wanting to make the situation worse by yelling at her. “Do you really think I am jealous?” she looks towards him, seeing her bloodshot eyes, kai couldn't help himself, letting his tears slide down his cheeks.

“Livie!! Understand what I am trying to say!!! I am not saying that he is not real, he will always be with you just not physically!! You want more proof right? ok!! What is the last place you guys went!!” She knit her eyebrows together trying to see to what extent his lies can go. He gestures to her to speak up.

“The new cafe that has recently been opened”

Upon reaching the cafe, the pace of her steps gradually slows down,  her head starts feeling dizzy, she doesn’t feel like going inside but Kai insists her, knowing that what he is doing is going to hurt way more than anything else. Her eyes were swollen telling exactly that she had been up all night crying, his words overwhelmed her too much.

The wind chime of the cafe clanged as they opened the door, stepping inside. Mustering up all her courage, she goes to the counter. She heaves a sigh of relief, seeing the women who were here to take their order.

“Hi!!” she sheepishly smiles. “Oh hi!! What can I get for you!!” the lady grains ready to take her order. “Oh I am not here to order something, I just wanna ask if you remember me from the day before yesterday!” the cafe lady thinks for a minute puckering her lips, her expression saying that she is trying to remember something. “Oh yeah!! Well I usually don’t remember people but today is your lucky day! Is there something I can help you with?”. Olivia inhales and exhales as she nods preparing herself for what’s about to come next.

“So, I came here with a friend too. Do you remember him?” Olivia was hoping to get a yes but “I know I don't remember things but I certainly remember there was no one with you that day.” She froze, everything in her stopped, she couldn’t comprehend what she heard. She felt numb, her body completely stiff.  After a few seconds, she released a prolonged breath which she didn’t even know she held. When the realization hit, it hit HARD. Her lips start quivering, tears start sliding down her cheeks, as her breathing becomes ragged. “You are lying!! YOU ARE LYING!!! This can’t be!!” With that being said she sprints out of the cafe leaving the women petrified.

Apologetically bowing to the lady he goes out of the shops only to find that Olivia was gone. She brushes his hair back with his hand getting tense. He searches the whole area but she is nowhere to be seen. Then it hits him..

The field of dandelions..

Olivia was sitting on the bench where she saw daniel. All of her vivid memories of Daniel come flashing in front of her eyes. The way he smiled so warmly at her the first time, that melted her heart right away. And then accidently meeting him in the school, their first date and so much more that she could never forget.She caresses the bench, her tears uncontrollably falling on it, her cheeks stained , her eyes going numb. But no emotion could be seen on her face. She was angry and upset. Her heart was completely  crushed into pieces that will take infinite time to collect and piece together. 

He left me… HE FUCKING LEFT ME..

It took years for her to build her own wall and let someone step in it but it took a second for it to come crashing down. She feels his presence, that he is somewhere near but he is not, it's in her head. She stands on the place where she made her first confession to the love of her life. She tries to keep her calm but the minute she reaches it. all of the reminiscences starts clouding her thought breaking her down, she falls onto her knees, her tears uncontrollably falling. 

He is not there to catch them…

She felt splinters stab in her heart brutally slow multiple times. Her nose was running and face became totally red from crying. She holds some of the dandelions in her hand, crushing them right away. She screamed on top of her lungs..

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!! I THOUGHT YOU PROMISED FOREVER!! WHO IS GONNA CARRY ON THAT PROMISE, YOU REALLY TURNED THE PROMISE OF FOREVER INTO NEVER!! WHY MAKE PROMISES WHEN YOU CAN’T FULFILL THEM!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU LITERALLY BECAME THE SOURCE OF MY LIFE….THAT’S WHY I WAS AFRAID TO GET CLOSE TO ANYONE, EVERYBODY LEGIT EVERYBODY LEAVES ME, NOBODY STAYS!!!”

Nobody…

“Why god why me?? What have I done to you? I didn’t know my fate was so fucked up, the only boy I ever loved turned out to be just a character of my mind” Olivia started laughing maniacally, but then her laughs turned into her wails as she couldn’t stop bawling her eyes out!!  She was feeling completely empty, her eyes were feeling heavy, she was struggling to keep it open, they were blurred by the amount of tears she had. Suddenly, his words hit her…

“Remember even if I am not here!!! I will always be with you in your heart!”

She screamed and cried into the abyss, they echoed but no one was there to hear her. Even though the sun was shining,she could feel the darkness engulfing her. She lifted up her hand and put it on her heart, Closing her eyes, trying to feel his warmth again…but she couldn’t all she could sense or feel there was a..

A meaningless void..

She lays in the field covered with dandelions for a few minutes, her tears falling onto her side. Smiling, she could see the visions of both of them having fun at the cafe, in Olivia's home and in this very park, his laughs, his voice, everything. Her eyelids heavy with all the haziness from crying

“If this seems to be the reality i don’t never wanna open my eyes, death is far better than to live in a world with no one to hold on, nobody to walk with, no shoulder to cry on, no jokes to laugh with, no person to care for and no one to love me!!”

The wind swiftly blows her hair, ready to give up on her when she hears a voice. She opens her eyes, looking around for the source of the sound but nothing. She goes back to her previous position, when she again hears the voice but this time she lets the voice envelop her..

“Baby!! I am so sorry!!! I know i promised you that i'll always be yours till the end of time and trust me i will be, it's just not physically, whenever you want to think about me or hear my voice just put your hand on your heart and close your eyes feeling my presence,i'll be there  i promise this!! I have and will always love you no matter what?” 

Her lips shivered as she clutched her hand into her chest, shedding tears and sobbing loudly. She felt immense pain with each and every word that he spoke. She laid there numb, Wanting to feel his touch, hugs and kisses but couldn't. Olivia was scared how she was gonna survive without Daniel but she somehow had to!! 

“Even if you are not here!! I'll always love you too daniel!!”

What she didn’t know was that someone was watching her go through all of this. Kai stood there seeing her breaking right in front of him, shattering his heart, he was blaming himself that he was not able to do anything. sniffling, his tears slid down his cheeks, he turned around not bearing to see his best friend in this condition. “ I am sorry I am not there to console you but I promise that from now I will never let anything harm or hurt you. EVER”

After a few days, Kai took her to a therapist, he told them that because of her traumatic event and the abuse she had to go through, with her already diagnosed depression, and her want for love, led her to her hallucination. He diagnosed her with schizophrenia. That painting they both saw, stayed in her unconscious mind, and when her condition only got worse. Her unconscious mind gave life to the picture that stayed with her till now.

Olivia was given medication, whenever she wanted to hear his voice and feel his presence, she would always keep her hand on her heart and close her eyes, she didn’t want to heal, cuz that means he would fade away too. But as the medication started working, his voice turned into mumbles to barely any sounds and then at the end it stopped, Olivia had to  accept the fact that one day she had to give up on him.

And eventually she did..

In her art competition, Olivia displayed  the sketch  of Daniel that she made when for the first time her eyes locked with his. She smiles at her artwork that was beautifully put up in the exhibition. It was a masterpiece indeed, and for that Olivia won the competition. 

“So would you like to talk about your art!!! It’s magnificent, this boy seems close to your heart!!” the host of the show said, making oliva’s face twinkle. She came on the stage, with letting out a heave of sigh she started..

 “so, the boy that i made is indeed very close to my heart, the first time i saw him i remember how unknowingly my hands started to draw on its own, guess even my sketchbook knows that he was such a work of art, cuz god has favorites clearly and it was like a fairytale, a beautiful maiden meeting a charming prince, that kind of moment, and he was indeed very charming too. He made me feel special, I was craving for love and he fulfilled all my cravings. On my saddest days he would become my ray of hope!! Never leaving my side!!! If I get a chance to say thank you again, I won't miss it for the world!!!” she went silent for a minute, keeping her calm, blinking her upcoming tears away. “So where is he now?” 

she looks towards the host, giving him a broken smile “In HERE!!” she motions her index fingers, bringing it to her heart, smiling before lowering her head and closing her eyes, ruminating the very exact moment he said and did the same thing..

“Always!”

“Sometimes people that are fragments of the unconscious mind become your loved ones more than the real people that exist in this world. That’s what he was a piece of my mind, that showed me what love actually feels like…”

[cottoncandyjester]

hello! as a femboy myself, which of your oc’s would like a femboy darling?

A lot of them actually but here’s a list one ones that would have the biggest reaction

Warning this contains: yandere behavior, mostly fluff, talk of toxic relationship, religious manipulation, talk of sex

Rocket:

Congratulations you have obtained a himbo southern boyfriend

Rocket thinks you’re soooo pretty

Like “woah my darlin is the prettiest one in the flock!”

Constant praise

He thinks you’re prettier than any girl could ever be

He’s a meathead so forgive him he’s kinda dumb

He is a huge fan of thigh high socks so please grace him with that

If anyone were to badmouth you he would absolutely break their neck✨

Will constantly call you his little dame despite you being a boy, it’s an act of endearment just go with it.

“Well don’t you look prettier than a flower during springtime”

Due to him being a himbo he wants to impress you oh so badly

This involves bull riding and just showing how strong he is

Please call him your big strong man he needs this

Will show you off like a shiny trophy

“Doesnt my honey look so cute! He’s the cutest thing ever god I love him so much”

Rocket is a golden retriever boyfriend so yeah anything you’ll tell him he’ll be excited about

Wanna go shopping? He’ll hold the bags!

Want his opinion on an outfit? You look like a shining star darlin’

Hella supportive

Mateo:

Mateo is always supportive of his darling no matter what

That being said a femboy makes mateo short circuit

He’s like a little kid gushing over a shiny toy

He thinks you’re super pretty!

He would love to touch your clothes especially skirts and dresses you wear

This isn’t even to be sexual he just likes the feeling of the fabric

He is super curious about why you dress how you do

Is it cause you feel comfortable like that? Do you like the style? He wants to know so he can understand how he can support you the best

He is constantly showering you with praise like such a simp

“You look so cute! W-wait not saying you don’t look cute normally, Ah I mean you just look so nice!”

He is definitely wanting to at least try on your clothes cause curious boy is curious

All around an utter sweetheart who is a nervous wreck about saying something to offend or upset you

Prince:

Prince is a fratboy that never grew out of it despite graduating college

So having a femboy darling makes him feel so powerful!

He likes the thought of having such a pretty and submissive darling

He always wants a darling he could control so a pretty femboy would be perfect

He would wand/demand that you keep your appearance nothing short of adorable cause after all “I’m hot so my partner has to be hot too”

He is willing to go shopping with you but in exchange he drags you to the lingerie store to get you stuff that he wants to see you in

To prince his darling is his property, so you are his and he should be allowed to do whatever he wants with you

He’s the type of guy to say “why would you dress like that if you didn’t want me to stare or touch you?”

He’s a jackass

Yuuji & Yuuta:

The twins have two very different reactions

Yuuji sees a femboy darling as someone to control

Yuuji is a fashion designer so his first thought is to dress you up and have you be his model

Then his sadistic nature comes in

That’s when he’s forcing you in skimpy outfits in public and calling you his cute little bitch boy

He finds pleasure in dressing you up like his personal doll

Yuuta on the other hand is madly in love with you

Could you be any more adorable?

He just can’t help but want to smother you with kisses and love and affection

But he follows yuuji’s orders and restrains himself

Despite Yuuta being the older twin he’s the more sensitive and weaker of the two so Yuuji is the mastermind

Yuuta is constantly bugging you close when he can though

Gushing about how you look so cute

He finds you to be absolutely mesmerizing

You make him nervous

He stutters and tics the cuter you get all dressed up

He frantically apologizes when his tics and stutters escape him even though it’s not his fault

He just can’t help but stare at you in awe

He doesn’t deserve a gem like you

Yuki:

Yuki is always a supportive boyfriend

But a femboy darling would clash with his own aesthetic and you two would be an interesting pair

Yuki in public comes off as the strong silent type, he doesn’t like people..besides you of course

You always bring this sweet sword out in yuki which he adores you for

He is always noticing the small details about you

“You changed your nail polish”

Or “that skirt is new, looks nice”

He is super protective of you to the point where if you two go out he’s not leaving your side

He knows how cruel people can be

He wants to keep you safe

He finds your style to be interesting to say the least

He’s quite curious and would ask why you perhaps chose the femboy style

It’s his way of learning about you more

Will constantly draw tattoos inspired by your outfits for that day

Or he might even just ask you to pose for him so he can draw you

He finds you as stunning as the sun itself

Hikaru:

Hikaru is a very feminine guy

He’s considered a femboy to a lot of people

This is due to his love of makeup, fashion and his appearance in general

Not to mention he’s a cross dresser

That being said having a femboy darling would make him pretty damn happy

Like not only are you pretty but he can dress you up?? Hell yeah

He just worries that you wouldn’t want him due to his feminine nature

Hikaru would be testing all his expensive make up and skin care products on you

He would be the reason your skin looks flawless

Due to Hikaru having a two faced personality he would treat you quite different in pubic vs in private

In public Hikaru is very focused on keeping his social status and public image nothing short of perfect

He calls you a dazzling star and expresses his deep support to anyone who will listen

He comes across as the overly happy boyfriend who just loves his partner so much that he is gushing over them every second

In private Hikaru is a pervert

He does adore your style but he also wants to see you tied up wearing only pretty lingerie and heels

He wants to put lipstick on you and test to see just how smear proof it is if you catch my drift

He finds you intoxicating to the point where he is always touching you and dressing you in the cutest and most expensive of clothes

He will definitely fill that sugar daddy role

Cause of him your closet would be stocked to the brim with any outfit you could desire

The only requirement is that you gotta wear it for him first before you can wear it in public

Theo:

Theo is very conflicted with you

On one hand you’re the cutest thing in the world

But on the other you’re style makes him feel things that a Christian man like him should never feel

You’re a walking sinner

His main objective would be to have you fit the role of his housewife

A sweet little housewife who would fulfill his every demand

He doesn’t want to share you

Especially when you dress like that

He can ask for the lord’s forgiveness after he sins a little bit

He wants to ravage you

So bad

Seeing you in a skirt makes his head spin

He should not want to see you dressed as a nun..but damn it does that idea swirl in his head too often

He is fascinated with you

He declares you a seductress and a sinner and for that you should be punished

Surely you can take any punishment he’ll give you

Though you aren’t sure his punishment should include touching you in the leaders of ways

[rosesloveletters]

Hey <3 you've asked how I've been doing and I haven't really answered that one, have I? Therefore here's a little catch-up on what's been going on:

My mental health's getting better, things are more stable these days ✨💐

uni workload is getting lighter which I'm ecstatic over, it's been exhausting even tho we've been doing zoom lectures the whole spring lol.

There's so much more sunlight and I'm super excited for that AND it means my plants are ✨🌿😌thriving😌🌿✨

I've been trying to get out of the house more these days as it's been a struggle lately 🏡

I've gotten back to playing the piano lately and the boys have been absolutely mesmerized by it. Cas is the only one of them that plays but it's been wonderful to play together with him 🎹

I hope this week has started well for you darling ❤️ you deserve all good things that come your way and I hope the rest of the week will treat you well <3 here's your reminder that your f/os love you very much as well as I <333

Hello, Magda, so good to hear from you again✨✨ I'm so thankful for this little update on how things have been going for you. It sounds like things are really starting to look up - it's GREAT to know you're thriving😌😌

I am so relieved to hear that your mental health is slowly making progress towards being better/more stable and that uni is starting to get lighter in terms of the workload. That alone can affect our mental health greatly; I'm so so happy for you omg💛💛

aaaa yes, so thankful there's more sunlight now as well! Ooh you have plants? if you don't mind me asking, what kinds do you have/grow? It does seem difficult to get out of the house sometimes, I can empathize with that. Perhaps just try to go out for a small amount of time each day and build up to staying out for longer durations each day?

Oh, wow, I love that you've started to play the piano again and that your f/os are so enchanted by that💛✨✨ how sweet! I used to play piano, but it's been many years lol have you been enjoying it, dear? Oh my, I'm sure Cas is a very talented piano player!! What songs does he like to play? What do you like to play?

Thank you, darling, I'm doing much much better than I was last month, thanks to my newest F/O. He's keeping me feeling loved and safe and happy. If it weren't for him, I'd probably still be miserable, as the weather still has yet to warm up completely and start feeling more like spring/summer. I hope you're taking good care of yourself, dear; stay safe out there. I'm sending you lots of love💛💛