#I felt this bb grill

[pedroscowgirl]

Hi sweetheart🫶🏻🤍

I was wondering if you could do a Hugh Jackman x kind! fem reader, where he's having a tiring day and comes back home. You've cooked him a nice dinner and made pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls for desert🫶🏻He appreciates the settlement and wants to give something back, but it was his night.

I love your fics bbg <3

A warm fall night

Hugh jackman x fem!reader

Warnings: smut/fluff, minors dni!

P in v (wrap it up guys), creampie, oral m!receiving, couch sex , slight mention of alcohol (not too much), reader has hair lmk if I forgot something🙏🏼

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A/n: hi bb! Thank you sm for always supporting me! 🫶🏻 sorry it took so long, but I hope u like this💋

The door to your home creaked open softly, and you heard the familiar shuffle of shoes against the doormat as Hugh stepped inside. The late evening sun cast an orange glow through the windows, but the air carried the first crisp hints of autumn. You glanced up from the kitchen counter, already knowing by the way he moved that it had been a long day. His shoulders were hunched with exhaustion, and the usual spark in his eyes had dimmed.

“Hey,” you greeted warmly, putting down the dish towel and walking over to him. “You’re home.”

Hugh turned toward you, his smile small but genuine. “Yeah. Finally,” he said, his deep voice gravelly with fatigue. He placed his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, letting out a heavy breath. He looked so worn down, and all you wanted was to make sure he left his troubles at the door tonight.

“You look tired honey” you observed softly, reaching up to smooth your hand across his arm in a comforting gesture.

“Long day. I feel like I’ve been running on fumes,” he admitted, leaning into your touch. “But it’s better now.” His eyes found yours, full of gratitude already.

“Well, I thought you might need something nice to come home to,” you said, guiding him toward the kitchen table. “Sit down and relax. I made your favourite." He sat down and looked up at you,"you are my favourite"

Hugh looked at the food and raised a brow, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite his tiredness. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Of course I did,” you replied with a soft laugh. “You’ve been working so hard lately, I wanted to make sure you could unwind tonight.”

The table was set simply but beautifully, with candles flickering in the center and a hearty meal waiting for him. Grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and buttery mashed potatoes, comfort food at its finest. You placed a glass of red wine in front of him, watching as he took it all in. He looked touched, almost overwhelmed for a moment.

“This looks incredible,” he murmured, eyes flicking back to you. “I can’t tell you how much I needed this.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, smiling as you sat down across from him. “Just enjoy it.”

As Hugh dug into the meal, you could see the tension start to leave his body. Each bite seemed to relax him a little more, and you felt a sense of satisfaction just watching him unwind. It was rare for him to take a moment for himself; he was always giving so much to everyone else, always on the go. Tonight, though, you were determined to make sure he felt appreciated.

After a while, you cleared the plates and returned to the kitchen, a playful grin on your face. “I hope you saved some room,” you called over your shoulder.

“For what?” Hugh asked, leaning back in his chair, his interest piqued.

You turned around, holding a tray of pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls, the golden-brown swirls drizzled with a light glaze, still warm from the oven. The sweet scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the air, instantly making the room feel cozier.

His eyes widened as you set the tray down on the table. “You made these? You’ve been busy.”

“Just wanted to make sure dessert was special too,” you said, sliding one of the rolls onto a plate and handing it to him. “Pumpkin spice is perfect this time of year, don’t you think?”

Hugh chuckled, taking a bite and closing his eyes in pure enjoyment. “You’re spoiling me tonight,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “These are amazing.”

You sat down next to him, watching him enjoy the dessert, your heart swelling with affection. There was something so satisfying about knowing you’d given him a bit of comfort after such a hard day.

Hugh took your hand across the table, his fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of your palm. “I don’t know how you do it,” he said softly. “You always seem to know exactly what I need.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand. “Tonight’s all about you. You give so much of yourself to everyone, I just wanted to make sure you get a little something back.”

He was quiet for a moment, his thumb brushing gently against your skin as he looked at you with a deep sense of appreciation. “You don’t know how much that means to me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You could see it in his eyes, the weariness fading, replaced by something softer, more relaxed. He had needed this—a night to feel cared for, a night where he didn’t have to be “on” or worry about anyone else.

After dessert, you led him over to the couch, the soft glow of the candles still flickering in the background as you settled down beside him. He stretched out, pulling you into his arms, and you both melted into the cushions, the warmth of the evening wrapping around you.

“This,” Hugh said quietly, his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned into him, “is perfect. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to just... be in a while.”

You nestled closer, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady beat of his heart. “You deserve it. No need to do anything tonight. Just relax.”

Hugh chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know it’s supposed to be my night, but I can’t help it. I want to give something back.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling. “You being here is more than enough.”

But he wasn’t having it. Gently, he shifted, pulling you on his lap and his lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was low and sincere. “You make everything better, you know that?”

You shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath yours. As you moved, you could feel him growing beneath you, the subtle shift in his breath giving him away. His hands instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as you began to gently grind against him, your movements slow and deliberate.

A soft groan escaped his lips, his head falling back as he gave in to the sensation, eyes fluttering closed. The way he responded to you, completely immersed, sent a thrill through your body. You reveled in the control you held, the connection building between you.

But just as the heat began to build, you slowly pulled away, rising from his lap with a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips. His eyes opened, clouded with desire as he watched your every move. Without breaking the gaze, you reached down, undoing the button of his pants, your fingers deft and patient.

You freed him gently, your touch light and careful, feeling the weight of the moment between you. You knelt before him, your lips finding his dick.

Each sound he made, each quiet groan or sharp intake of breath—spurred you on, filling the room with a charged energy. His hand flew to your hair, his fingers tangled in the strands as he guided you with barely perceptible movements, letting you set the pace. Every motion was filled with deliberate care, a mixture of affection and desire growing stronger between you.

You could feel the tension in his body mounting, the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. His breathing became heavier, ragged with anticipation, and you knew he was close. His hips bucked slightly, and the warmth of his body against you sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through you. You could sense him nearing the edge, so you quickened your pace, eager to give him everything he wanted.

But then, just as his breathing hitched and his grip in your hair tightened, he suddenly stopped you. His hand slid from your hair to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made your heart race, your breath catching as you realized how close he was. A soft whine escaped your lips, the loss of contact leaving you yearning for more, but his gaze, dark and full of desire, held you in place.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, thick with need. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you shiver in anticipation. “I want you to ride me, babygirl.”

The way he said it, so calm yet commanding, sent a thrill through you. You bit your lip, a flush of heat rising in your chest as your mind raced. Without a word, you nodded and took your pants off, a smile playing on your lips as you shifted your weight and moved to straddle him. His hands immediately found your waist, guiding you into position, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that made your pulse quicken.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, the feeling of him beneath you igniting every nerve in your body. His low groan vibrated through the air, and you felt his grip tighten as you sank down fully, taking him in. For a moment, you stayed still, letting the intensity of the connection settle between you both. The room was filled with quiet breaths and the electric hum of anticipation, each of you lost in the feeling of the other.

His hands slid from your waist up your sides, fingers grazing your skin as he urged you to move. You began to roll your hips, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that matched the deep, unspoken connection between you. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes closing as he let out a soft, guttural moan. The way he reacted to your every movement, the way his body responded so naturally to yours, only encouraged you to go further.

As you moved, your hands found his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. The friction, the closeness—it all felt so perfect, like the two of you were made for this moment. His hands never left your body, guiding you, lifting you, as you moved together in sync. His breath was ragged now, his voice low and strained as he whispered your name, filling the space between groans of pleasure.

The pace quickened, and the tension between you built with every movement, each of you caught in a loop of need and desire. His hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you closer, urging you on. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your breath mingling with his, the closeness of it all making your heart race.

Your pace quickened even more as you felt him tense beneath you, his grip on you becoming almost desperate. His groans grew louder, and you knew he was close again—this time, you weren’t going to stop. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his, your lips barely brushing his as you whispered, “I’ love you.”

With that, everything between you seemed to reach its peak. His body responded to yours in perfect rhythm, and together you chased your realease, both completely enveloped in the heat of each other. "I love you to sweetheart. So much.."he moaned as he came into you.

The rest of the night was spent in quiet bliss, the two of you wrapped in each other’s presence. Hugh’s exhaustion slowly faded as the night wore on, replaced by a calm contentment. For once, he wasn’t thinking about work or responsibilities, just you, and the warmth of the home you had created together.

As you both drifted off into sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel that tonight had been exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter how hard the world was on him, there was always a place for him to rest, always a place where he was cherished. And that place was with you.

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[offender42085]

Post 1012

Grant A Fuhrman, Wisconsin inmate 720159, born 2002, incarceration intake May 2023 at age 20, scheduled for release November 2036

Attempted Murder

In May 2023, a man charged with and found guilty of the attempted homicide of a school resource officer in Oshkosh was handed down his sentence by a judge.

Grant Fuhrman was sentenced to 17 years in prison with ten years of extended supervision. He was reportedly credited with 1,246 days served.

Fuhrman, who was 16 at the time of the attack, was previously found guilty of Attempted 1st-Degree Intentional Homicide by a Winnebago County jury. Fuhrman pleaded not guilty to the charge in 2021. The incident happened back in 2019.

According to the criminal complaint, Fuhrman texted a friend to bet that Fuhrman would not go to Wissink’s office and stab him with a pencil, take Wissink’s gun out of his holster, and either shoot himself or the officer. The friend said she did not report the message.

The friend, identified only by her initials, told investigators that the night before the attack, she told Fuhrman to stop bothering her or she would report him.

That next morning, Fuhrman allegedly smirked at her in school before heading into Wissink’s office to begin the attack.

Fuhrman told investigators that after his fight with his friend, he stopped communicating with her and started thinking about how he could get Wissink’s gun, even though he also said he had nothing against the officer and didn’t want him to die, according to the complaint.

“Fuhrman stated that he thought about how he would stab Officer Wissink in the neck and take his gun,” the complaint states. In the morning, he went to his kitchen, chose a grilling fork, and had it in his waistband when he arrived at school, the complaint said.

According to the complaint, Wissink told Fuhrman, whom the officer called a “hall wanderer,” to get to class after he saw the student walk past his office that morning. After an assistant principal left Wissink’s office, Fuhrman entered and asked the officer to look up his fine for shooting up cars with a BB gun. With Fuhrman standing behind him, Wissink said he was searching on his computer when he felt a blow, and his “head got rocked.”

Wissink said he felt more blows “raining” on his head and felt “extreme pain.” The officer said he believed he was hit at least five more times but was able to get to his feet and saw Fuhrman holding a three-prong fork. Wissink was unable to get his Taser, so he drew his gun and fired twice, hitting Fuhrman once and shooting himself in the left forearm.

Wissink kneeled on Fuhrman to keep him down and heard the student say, “I’m dying,” according to the complaint. Wissink said Fuhrman only stopped stabbing him after he was shot.

“Wissink stated that he had a good relationship with Fuhrman before the attack, and teachers had told him that Fuhrman regarded his office as a safe place,” the complaint states.

Fuhrman told investigators that he did not want Wissink to die but that he wanted his gun, according to the complaint. However, the student said he did not know what he would do with the gun when he got it.

“Fuhrman stated that he wanted Officer Wissink to know that it was nothing personal and he didn’t dislike Officer Wissink,” the complaint says.

The now 20-year-old began to cry as he spoke before the court at his sentencing hearing.

He apologized to the victim and the entire school community that was rocked by the violence. 

“What I’ve done has deeply affected you,” Fuhrman said of the victim. “I wish to take that pain away. As much as I wish I could, I can’t take back what I’ve done but I can do what I can to make things right.”

The defense argued that Fuhrman’s family struggled to treat his attention deficit disorder which included depression and sleeplessness.

Fuhrman said he hoped to have the forgiveness of all involved one day.

3g

[charliespringverse]

iwbft – ghosted: a Bonus brief summary of my annotations

all highlighted quotes: 91

· ouch/ow/owie: 5

· real/felt/relatable/so true: 4

· ☹/☹☹/☹☹☹: 4

She said Shrek and Fiona, and then told me she never wanted to be famous. — the double life thing babeyy

“Jimmy,” he heaves out, and I feel a stab of panic in my chest. — just hearing ur friend's name shouldn't be enough to trigger panic unless u already know something is Very Wrong . at which point i feel they should've pushed for further help instead of finishing out the tour

“We can’t leave Jimmy out.” Lister stands shirtless in the middle of the room and spins around on the spot. — fuck yeah trio tingz :')

It almost makes me laugh how polite and casual Rowan manages to sound, despite the fact that our best friend is missing. — IT'S A DEFENCE MECHANISM!!!!!

I only wonder how much of it is my fault. — none of it bb dw :( he is Not With It enough to be thinking abt anyone but himself rn

“But I can’t drive.” Rowan stares at me. “I thought you had lessons.” “I only had three lessons.” And then I got bored, or tired, or busy, or all three. — ... adhd lister btw

Why would he do this to us? To me? — i think jimmy's dependence on rowan is more reciprocated than he realises

If we weren’t in a famous band together, I’m not sure whether we’d still be friends now. — this rly hurts my feelings and it hurts more bc he isn't necessarily Wrong i don't think

“You do know I can play eight instruments, right?” “But not the drums, huh.” Rowan folds his arms. “You will never let me live that down.” — LISTERROWAN BESTIEISM BANTER BABEY

“But you think I’m an idiot who has nothing intelligent to say.” “I don’t think that.” “Yeah, you do. You’d much rather I was the one who was missing right now.” Rowan doesn’t respond. We both know I’m right. — WELL MAYBE BUT U DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME THAT. I DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT.

“I wish you wouldn’t—” he begins but is cut off when his phone buzzes. — i hate that the phone gave him a get out from being open n sincere w lister :^(

“That’s a Southeastern Railway train,” says Lister instantly. “You can tell by the seat patterns.” — [freddie mercury voice] auuuuutism auuuuutism i want to ride my autism (note: this is summat @to-grill-a-mockingbird says and now i can never get it out of my head)

“He needs a night off.” "A night off from … what? His entire life?” Piero chuckles. “Yes.” — i mean ouch but also Yeah

“That was good news. He hasn’t been kidnapped. He just needed a nap.” “Can you not make a joke about this situation for like one fucking minute, Allister?” — could be the tism on my end but i didn't take this as a joke . jimmy needs a break, piero told them that, lister has seen enough to agree . (also: lister has Also contemplated running away so it makes sense he's less eager to bring jimmy back to ldn bc he doesn't see it as fixing the problem the same way rowan does)

Why do I always have to be the serious one? The worrier? Why can’t someone else do the worrying sometimes? — other ppl Do worry . but not so much that it becomes its own problem worthy of therapy

We save the deep chats for Jimmy. Jimmy doesn’t open up very often, but you know Jimmy will listen if you have something serious to say. — vs jimmy's wednesday narration 'we don't ever talk about deep stuff, me and lister bird' :((((

This whole bedroom is something out of twelve-year-old Lister’s wildest fantasies—it’s spacious and modern, with one floor-to-ceiling window, dark walls, LED lights behind the headboard, and a fifty-inch TV. — what u lack as a child you seek as an adult etc etc (space, material possessions, money)

Rowan’s room is always tidy. He puts away his clothes at the end of the day and makes his bed in the mornings. — always craving order & control :(

Rowan loves to criticize me about buying unnecessary things, but all I need to do is remind him of the velvet chaise longue in his bedroom that I’m pretty sure nobody has ever sat on. — comedy gold amidst the agony

He blinks at me. “You remembered my weird order?” — remembering ppl's orders is a love language

“Can I … ?” I shuffle on my feet. “Can we eat it in here?” — i hate that he's so uncertain n lacking in confidence while asking one of his best friends

I’ve always been deeply annoyed by what a high metabolism he has. I work out three times a week with a personal trainer just to stay toned. — rowan's fixation on body image makes me ✨nervous✨

“You were reading?” I ask, eyebrow raised. Lister narrows his eyes at me. “Wow, hilarious." — i stand by my 'lister loves to read but nobody ever assumes that or believes him bc their perception is skewed by him not gelling with academia' hc

“But don’t you see how that’s, like, still very fucked-up behavior, Rowan?” — GET HER JADE

And it’s scary that he thinks he’s completely fine. That this level of stress is normal. That he’s a functioning, well-adjusted human who is able to cope with being one of the most famous musicians in the world with absolutely no help or support whatsoever. — yeah :((

“You kissed him,” Rowan says. “So he decided to climb out of a window and run away.” “I mean, yeah, in summary.” — but no, realistically

Rowan wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh my God. So funny.” He’s properly pissing me off now. — give him a break roseph he's already mentally ill u don't have to embarrass him as well (/lh)

It’s a question I’ve asked myself every day for years. A question I’ve answered in daydreams, in nightmares, in conversations with myself in the shower. A question I still don’t know the answer to, and maybe never will. A question that doesn’t need an answer, now that I know for sure that Jimmy doesn’t like me back. — aaaaaagonyyyyy beyond power of speeeeeeech when the thing that u want is the only thing out of ur reach

“But … the circumstances of our relationship are so challenging. We live in very, very different worlds, and our lives are on very different trajectories. And sometimes I think relationships just can’t survive that.” — JUSTICE FOR LAIMONDI :(

Jimmy fell asleep almost immediately, a feat that would become less and less common as we all got older, but Lister and I couldn’t sleep because we were too busy watching funny YouTube videos on my phone, muffling laughs into our hands, trying not to wake anyone up. — BABY ARK MY CHILDREN

[8lood8ath-8irthday]

BB x reader (The Farmers Market Pt 2)

(Non-specified gender)

A huge box stood at your door despite you not ordering it you went to open the box and saw a glint of light

You immediately scowled a poorly written note said “Sorry I messed up here’s your change 😊”

Your mind buzzed trying to clear the fog in it... change? What change- oh you realized who it was from you refused to take the two cents set at the bottom of the box.

That weirdo at the farmers market walking back into house careful to lock all the doors you lied in bed praying not to see the disgruntled man again at the market.

The sound of your alarm woke you up and you rushed to prepare everything for the second day of the market this time arriving on time you glanced around time to time a tad bit paranoid that the stranger would show up again.

 “Who does he think he is… argh what a creep!” you hissed out loud rearranging the jars for incoming customers you felt a slight chill “something isn’t right...” you turned around and found a jar of jam had rolled onto the floor into a patch of grass luckily it wasn’t broken you swiftly placed it on the table and went back to working.

Night started to fall you sold a few jars of jam here and there but people mostly flocked to the various trinkets and sweets on display at the other booths sighing you started to get ready to leave before you heard a familiar snaky voice.

“Hello” the pale man spoke with a raspy voice “you seriously need to clear your throat it’s making me go insane” you said with an extremely exasperated voice 

The man just stared with his wide eyes it was extremely creepy and made your skin crawl you were desperate to get the creep away from you so you shoved a jar of strawberry jam into his hands 

He took no time to reach into his pocket and give the required amount and a few cents more presumably for the change you never picked up he turned around to walk away “wait right there how did you get my address I won’t hesitate to call the cops explain yourself!” You said in an aggressive tone trying to hide your trembling body. 

“I’d figure you know it was me... I was simply returning your change you work hard on the jams” he said looking at you with creepily stretched open eyes “enough with the flattery how did you get my address?!”

Your pretend aggression was starting to unfurl into fear “I searched you up” he said simply as if it was a normal thing to do at all “I had no idea my address was online” you said shuddering keeping your eyes on the man in case he tried to do anything he would regret.

“If you look in the right places and have the right tools you can find anything you desire on the internet” he said starting to pick at a scab on his hand. 

“I don’t want to see you here again. do you understand” you spoke now visibly on edge the man nibbled his thumb nail and stood silently as if he was pondering your very clear orders “I don’t believe I can do that you see I’ve  gotten addicted to your jams” he said looking directly at you his face too close for comfort this would’ve been romantic in another scenario in which the stranger didn’t look like he could cut you up with a chainsaw any second. 

You lunged at him but as soon as you thought your hit was going to land, he swiftly backed away and dissolved into the dense woods at this Point your brow was drenched in sweat your body was covered in the scent of fear.

Quickly you got all your items together taking care not to break anything hopping in your car and speeding home you slammed the door taking large breaths heaving.

You slumped down onto the door and tried to recollect yourself you thought long and hard on what to do to calm down suddenly it clicked a grilled ham sandwich with cheese and jam you slowly stood up still wobbly with fear.

Pulling out a pan and utensils you turned on the stove twisting the knobs, fire quickly slithered out.

Opening the fridge you sat for a while letting it’s chill surround you slowly but surely you were calming down after pulling out ham, cheese, and butter you kicked the fridge shut hastily placing the ingredients down on the granite counter.

Soon you realized what you had forgotten turning around you picked up one of the jars of jam you were supposed to sell today completely sure you weren’t returning anytime soon the risk of seeing that horrific stranger was too high. 

In no time at all the sandwich was done and you started water for dishes and sat down to eat.

Soon the sandwich was long gone from your plate and you decided to start washing dishes 

Humming you slipped on gloves and started scrubbing a pan strategically placing it in the dishwasher 

After washing a few dishes you started to feel nauseous and light headed you felt like your heart was drumming it’s beat all through your body and the room, you walk towards the couch and sat down 

Thinking you were just standing too long but soon your vision was enveloped in darkness you heard the tap dripping until suddenly it stopped. (Ps: this wasn’t proofread 😅)

[eggymf-archived]

3, 5 and 15 please my bb ♡

3: Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for.

There's two people in question for this: one good and one bad.

The bad one is sorta like this. Think of Sebastian's very toxic traits and combine them with Garreth's casual vibe. Relationship didn't last for a year but damn the damage was huge on me with the constant mental gymnastics. It was cringe as fuck of me but I would've destroyed people for this man. But that's probably because I believed in his lies + I had crippling daddy issues way back then.

The good (?) one was this. He was very Amit. Relationship felt stable. It was the first relationship I had that wasn't really toxic. That didn't last long either because his parents were judgmental little shits (it's a Filipino thing lmao) and he'd rather just listen to his parents because that's all he has done all his life. I still haven't gotten over this one (it's been almost a year fyi) and I still wish he ends up stubbing his toe 'till this day.

5: Talk about the best birthday you’ve had.

Honestly I don't really celebrate my birthday much but I think the best one was during my 23rd birthday when I drank with my mom for the first time while eating grilled pork belly. Probably the first time I felt that my mom saw me as an adult + made me feel that all this time my feelings and frustrations were valid.

15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.

Right now. I'm constantly stressed, yes, but I think life is way better now compared to my earlier days. I'm probably still as petty/sassy/whatever all while having my occasional bouts of self-esteem issues, but adult confidence is a thing, and it has made my life a fuck ton easier than it initially was.

[gretagerwigsmuse]

For that Twitter ask game, definitely the scene from Skyrockets in the Sky, Afternoon Delight with keyed up Rooster 😂

Bradley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and tapped his left foot on the truck-bed as he sat in some mid-afternoon San Diego traffic. The dial tone had only been droning on for - he glanced at his phone - thirteen seconds, but fuck - everything seemed like an age when he was rocking what felt like the worst semi of his life.

BB couldn’t even deal with the 13 seconds it took her to pick up. And then her humming the song to really rub it in. 🤌🏻

But also, I was wheezing in the OG story when she was grilling him on his voting record while they were mid fuck 😂 Top notch!

the man is an EMBARRASSMENT and it’s time he owned up to it!! also i feel like that will be my legacy in the tgm community??

 “- Obama.” Thrust. Moan. Pull Back. “Clinton.” Thrust. Moan. Pull Back. “And then Biden.” Thrust. Moan. Pull back.

and honestly it’s one of the hottest things about him

[beaver-springs-broadcast]

between a mysterious corpse and a hard place

hey all, bb here. todays post is gonna be a bit different, as i have recently been wound up in some strange thinsg myself. that and almost getting arrested. its been a wild night. because this is a true story, real place and people names have been omitted for their privacy 

getting this out of the way now, while my true passion is speculating and documenting stuff for you guys, i also make change on the side by betting on pool and darts games at a local pub somtimes. i think im pretty decent at billards, and ive made a fair amount of money that way over the years. not the most noble way to earn cash, but it helps. 

well last night i played pool with these two biker guys who got pretty pissed when they lost and  the bigger one looked like he was goin to get violent reel quick. not wanting tp fight, i gave them some of their money back and they begrudgingly left. they both drove on one motorcycle, a 2012 harley-davidson  flhtcutg tri glide ultra classic model, to be exact. 

i stayed around for about 30 more minutes to shoot the sh*t with the bartender, but when i walked outside and saw the the bigger biker guy who was threatening me lying limp underneath a street lamp. i rushed over and saw he was bleeding out profusely from a slash on his neck. i quickly ripped off a piece of his shirt and held it to his neck to try and lessen the blood loss while i checked his pulse, but it was too late as ii felt his heartbeat grow faint then stop and the life leave his eyes all while he was still gushing blood onto the pavement. 

just at that moment, the cops arrived. obviously they suspecting me as i was next to the damn dead body, and started grilling me for answers. i tried getting help from a neighbor walking nearby, but he was no use. luckily, a very nice friend of my parents who i had never met and his niece or something showed up and helped defend myself, and the cops were able to let me out. i made it home eventually, but i cant help but think about how strange the death of that biker was. the slash that was made in his neck was too deep to be human made because the angle of the cuts looked like fangs, but too big and clean to be any type of critter ive ever heard of.  i also noticed that the motorcycle i saw the the two leaving on was nowhere near the crime scene. i dunno, its all weird to me. i might go check it out tomorrow. thats all i have for today, see ya later, bb out.  (PS- i have a job interview tomorrow, i will keep you all posted on how that goes. if i get a full time job it may lessen my posting schedule, ill let yall know)

[keefwho]

July 09 - 2024 Tuesday

10:36pm

5/10

This morning I put away my clothes and set my mouse traps back up since I disgusting found mouse droppings all the way on top of my toaster oven. I did my full body moisturize today and I felt too moist. For breakfast I made an omelet with cheese and spring onions, my last slice of leftover spam, some fritos, and an oatmeal cookie with my coffee.

For work I warmed up with small studies of the character Katia since she was today's commission topic. Then I did the commission. I finished it early enough to mostly finish another pride YCH.

After work I enjoyed myself a little before finishing that YCH and then I got into VR for about 20 minutes to practice the Chad dance from Monster High.

For lunch I made a grilled cheese and off brand lipton soup. The soup got to be a bit much for me at the end but I ate it all. I enjoyed a coke but found out I was getting dehydrated.

While I drew my otter this afternoon, I joined BB's server vc where a few people were at. They were fun to talk to for a bit but also they all expressed what I'd call being in terrible relationships. Clingy, rushed relationships. It made me pretty sour to hear about it because it really sucks for them and it's icky for them to do PDA knowing they are blind to their predicament. It's a weird form of jealousy wanting something like what they have but not exactly what they have. I might also be judging too harshly, I don't know the exact workings of their dynamics. I just noticed some bad signs on the surface. After drawing my otter I did today's request and then made 8 or so new mane styles for my low poly pony avatar.

After work I left the call and just chilled watching Twitch for a little bit. I got in VR to practice the dance a little more and I made good progress. I also learned how good dancing can be for cardio if I dance correctly. Not like what I do when I play Just Dance which is usually too focused on getting the controller right. I made dinner after which was chicken, broccoli, and rice a roni. While eating I watched some furry con vlogs to see if I could spot DS. When she got in bed I ranted a little and then we did 2 rounds of puzzles.

I wanna get back into the habit of not speaking on any ideas or motivations I have so I am more motivated to actually do them. Instead of talking about things I COULD do, I'll just do them and talk about them afterwards. I successfully did this for awhile a long time ago and it really paid off.

[purplesurveys]

1807

Were you awake before 9am today?  Not quite. I woke up a few minutes past 9. No work today, so I got to sleep in :)

Do you have an alarm clock, or just use your phone to set an alarm?  I use my phone, but I'll be the first to admit that my alarms won't even wake me up sometimes. 90% of the time I kind of just have to count on myself to wake myself up near the time that I have to.

Do you own any shirts with wording on them?  I may have a few but generally I'm not a fan of text on my clothes.

^ If so, what does your favourite one look like?  It's not a statement shirt per se but I like my Se So Neon band shirt, because it has their tour dates at the back and I've always wanted a band shirt that has all their stops printed out hehehe.

What beverage do you prefer to drink in the mornings?  I need my coffee always otherwise I'd get super out of focus.

Tell me what some of your nearest & dearest like to eat for breakfast.  My dad likes to have either tapa or dried fish...or both, he has a huge appetite. Eggs with runny yolks also a must for him. My mom likes sardines and grilled eggplant. My sister's easy to please and would already be happy with just a cheesy omelette.

I've rarely had breakfast with Angela but if I had to take an intelligent guess, I'd think she's the type to like a Western breakfast, so she might be into bacon and eggs.

What colour was the last car you travelled in?  White.

Have you added any books to your shelves lately?  Yes, Angela and Hans got me Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 and The Midnight Library for Christmas. I haven't gotten started on either yet save for being around 20 pages in with the first book, but it's something I'm planning on getting to once I take my resignation breather.

Have you bought any new cosmetics or toiletries lately? Which?  I got BB cream and hair serum. The latter has been a fucking game changer and I can't believe it took me this long to start using one. I can almost hear my frizzy, thick hair whispering 'thank you' hahaha.

When was the last time you bought a new pair of shoes?  I got a pair of running shoes last December. I thought it would finally convince me to take up running but it hasn't done shit so far lmao. Maybe sometime this year.

^ What did they look like?  They're a pair of Adizeros with purple accents on them.

Do you own any sparkly accessories?  I love sparkly things, but no I don't have any.

Do your pets have a specific type of food that they prefer?  Not so much a food preference issue, but Cooper in particular needs to have the exact. same. dish. as the one we've fed him ever since taking him in. Can't change even one component of it or change the proportion of the ingredients, because otherwise his #2s get majorly affected.

When was the last time you ate one of your favourite foods for dinner?  I had pizza last night.

What’s your favourite variety of apple?  I don't like apples.

Does anything you own have an image of a cat on it?  No.

Are you looking forward to anything within the next few days?  Not really. The next few things I'm excited for would be leaving the company, seeing Andi, and watching Miss Saigon on stage but all three things aren't happening until April.

How have you mostly been feeling today?  Relaxed. I haven't really felt this at ease since December. January was a big mental and emotional trainwreck, so I'm really grateful to have this feeling again. I spent the whole day just watching a Kdrama with my sister and playing a game on my phone, and sometimes such lazy days are just what you need.

Does anyone you know own a pocketwatch?  I don't think so.

Do you know what you’re going to have for breakfast tomorrow?  Coffee and my leftover baked potato.

How did you meet the last person you sent a message to on social media? At a college rally. I was really just supposed to mind my own business that day but they were wearing a wrestling t-shirt and my social battery couldn't resist, lol.

When you woke up today, did you have unread messages on any social platform?  I woke up with a dead phone because apparently I let my phone play videos all night long haha, but yeah when I charged it back to life I had a few notifications.

Do you watch any costume dramas? How about medical dramas?  None from either genre.

Which of your physical features do you receive the most compliments about?  My dimple and eyelashes.

Look around the room and name 5 random items.  A lamp, a physical journal, a guitar pick, a reed diffuser, and a wireless microphone.

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Now at the Capital Knot Way station West, we get some of George Baton's perspective as he waits for Sam. He narrates some of his experience and the issues he's having with his own team. More expansive stuff for the world outside our main character hubs that's really interesting.

And then, when everything was connected again, he would finally be able to liberate himself from the detestable Q-Pid and the American nightmare.

Aww Sam.

Every step he took was a step closer to that goal.

Far as Sam is concerned "America" can shove it.

Sam has some pretty neat, poetic observations about the world around himself that I find neat. Secret philosopher, Sam?

Sam found himself sighing. He was by no means an old man, but sometimes he sure felt like it.

Same.

Sam tunes Die Hardman out so much he gets irritable. 🤣

Awww..

Poor guy is just riddled with guilt.

Long ago, he had wanted to be understood. Now, he accepted that he wouldn't be.

:(

That's adorable as hell.

Sam is less than thrilled he's a human experiment. Understandably so.

It was why Heartman had given him such an uneasy feeling. It was like he could see into a part of Sam that Sam didn't even know himself. Something dormant, deep inside. Something that would spill over to the surface through countless blood vessels and pores before it wrapped itself around Sam's body, bound him, and rendered him immobile. Like a venomous spider caught in its own web, killed with its own poison. Sam found it increasingly difficult to breathe just thinking about it.

@c8h7n3o2 Heartman the soul searcher! But also, phew Sam.

Humans aren't meant to be alone.

This is a tangent but when I first played the game, I kept thinking Amelie talked like someone who was working very hard to come across as how a human being should sound. But that she never quite managed it.

This is nicely replicated here.

We get a detailed bit from Viktor Frank where he's six, and looking after four year old Igor in the early days after the Death Stranding. He's hiding out with him, but just before America had been normal.. with internet, video games. The same world we know today. The equivalent of our current world and society.

TW: suicide-

Their father hangs himself, Igor finds him. Then their mother sets his body and herself on fire in front of the two kids. Jesus Fuck.

He caressed the pod gently to cause as little stress as possible and to put the BB at ease.

Sam is such a darling.

Sam was seized by the thought that his body had become their machine. Bridges probably felt the same way about the BB, maybe that's why Deadman always referred to it as "equipment".

He has some private poetic moments to himself and BB, then grills Deadman about the vision he had of Cliff. Only to get frustrated that Deadman starts hammering on about the equipment -ness of BB.

"Come on, don't you know shit?"

Eloquent Sam. 🤣

Although he had different features, Sam reminded Viktor of the porter that had saved him and Igor all those years ago.

Aww

The Knot cities were built in areas that didn't experience Timefall.

Oh. That's sensible.

The shape of a man that was the source of this malice.

And there's Higgs in all his accurate to game glory. Storm and all.

Interesting. This is almost word for word to what's in game but I didn't realize that Higgs literally immobilized Sam.

Sam's also repeatedly nauseated thoughout this part and BB is constantly losing its shit.

Throwing the grenades hurt Sam because it describes the cufflinks actively draining his blood as he uses them.

As an aside, there's been a smattering of religious allegories that have slowly been amping up as we progress.

As I said.

.. That feels like a whole lot in relatively short paragraphs eh?

Time heals some wounds. But not hers.

Should also note that occassionally we get Sam's inner thoughts in italics. After Die Hardman says the above, Sam thinks:

Revenge? I wonder if I wouldn't mind some of that too?

But sometimes, those inner thoughts from Sam are mixed with phrases from other characters he's remembering. Such as Bridget, his old porter instructor, Amelie etc.

Heartman codecing

The black clouds above the city represent the citizens that became BT's.

Ominous. But true in this universe.

Sam's dissolusion and depression comes through a lot stronger in text here.

It was all just a step towards the death he longed for.

Death Stranding Novels liveblog for @c8h7n3o2

VOLUME 1

Book lines: Bold Text

And. Well! That's certainly a start!

He was dreaming? Sort of, not really. It then moves into the opening scene of the game, with Sam and Fragile in the cave taking shelter. Of course, it's told from Sam's point of view, so it's a little more detailed.

When she gives her name and offers her hand, we get:

Sam frowned. He didn't have time for this. He pretended not to notice her offer and made his way over to his pack.

Oh it expands to other characters a little too, now we get an Igor perspective. That's nice. I like that.

So. Sam can tell how far along a death is because of his DOOMS. Least as far as Igor can assume.

So he could touch a corpse but couldn't bear to shake the hand of a living person?

Well, a corpse won't establish a human connection eh Igor?

Igor babbles along as they get going, and he notes (to himself) that he doesn't even care if Sam's listening or not, he just has to chatter to stay sane.

Logical to me.

The Beach was a place between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It supposedly wasn't part of the physical world, but a special 'place' that existed in a different dimension.

Interesting.

When they (people with DOOMS) tried to explain what they were able to see, they often described the world of the dead as an ocean and the boundary that connected that world with this one as a beach.

And, as we know, every person has their own beach.

The sea, mother of all life, became synonymous with the place the dead returned to. And when the dead crawled out of that ocean and across the Beach to become stranded in this world, it became known as the Death Stranding.

I guess you could think of it as a sort of.. catastrophic collision of two dimensions.

Kinda like Higgs mask huh?

The BTs couldn't see Sam or Igor. They sought out the living by homing in on breathing or other sounds.

Yet they have impeccable aim when they yoink me in game.

The driver kept screaming. Those screams were proof that he was alive. Those screams were giving the dead something to aim for as they swarmed closer.

Terrifying. It's terrifying in game AND in text.

Oh. Hi Higgs. Tail ending a mercy kill eh?

Igor repeatedly stabbing himself until he finally hits his heart, desperately trying to die before he can trigger a voidout is a fairly brief paragraph yet pretty visceral.

And the voidout occurs regardless.

JDJDJDJDJDJHDDJ Sam vs Handshakes is amusing from his point of view. This time it's Deadman he's ignoring.

Sam ignored it. He couldn't shake someone's hand like that. Moreover, he couldn't think of a single reason to shake this man's hand. Especially when he was responsible for cuffing a sleeping man to a bed.

Wah. Sam

We're on the second (or third?) spider metaphor. Sensible. There's a lot of spider imagery in game.

America had fallen. It had fallen before the eyes of her freshly repatriated adopted son.

That being Die Hardman thinking is pretty telling, because Die Hardman and the deceased Bridget are the only ones who know the truth about Sam, at this moment.

I love that we get everyone's POV depending on who's POV is vital to the scene happening.

Sam is, rightfully, grompy.

.. Talking to BB in his head is very cute I must say.

AWWW-

Hmm.

Deadman, Sam and Die Hardman are with the Amelie hologram to recruit Sam, but Deadman has an interesting thought regarding the terrorists.

If people like that were going to reject any form of connection, then Deadman wished they would just love out their lives and keep to themselves. But since violence and terrorist acts were also a kind of communication, didn't it mean they also craved connection?

To Deadman, that was the fundamental question that needed answering.

Sam reminisces about the America of Old Bridget showed him in movies and the like, the Pre-Stranding world, and wrestles with himself with a little flavour of self loathing that makes me wanna hug him.

[mildkleptomaniac]

i got you — jj maybank x routledge!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “  hey! i absolutely adore your writing! i was wondering if you could do a jj x fem!routledge!reader where it’s set just after john b ans sarah disappeared and she’s sort of stopped taking care of herself (not sleeping or eating) so he tries to help her but she just denies anything’s wrong until she fully breaks down in his arms. angst/ fluff. ily xx ♥️ ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very angsty, depression, pain

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: buckle up buttercups, it’s emotional but ends on a better note. thank you for requesting and sorry for sure a late delay! i appreciate the compliment bb 

Nothing is gone, until it is absolutely, most definitely gone. Her father was gone. John B Routledge and Sarah Cameron are gone. Vanished. Left an open, gaping hole in Y/N Routledge’s heart. She convinced herself everyone will leave her and it was just inevitable. Time no longer mattered, minutes felt like days, and days were years. Her body felt numb, she could stare at the ceiling all day with dried, stained tears on her cheeks. Nothing else mattered anymore. 

She hated the pity looks from students in the hallways, the sympathetic smiles from her teachers who would stop caring after the first two weeks of school had passed, later telling her it is time to move on. How could she move on from her family? Her blood? She wished she dug a grave for three: her father, her brother, and for herself. 

She couldn’t bear to get out of bed and shuffle around the Chateau for the first few weeks, everything reminded her of her brother–her dead brother. There was no text, there was no goodbye. But she had too–she had to be the strong one of The Pogues. JJ, Kie, and Pope carried on–they wore their heart on their sleeves and cried. The tree was carved and she could imagine John B telling JJ he just killed the thing.

Y/N Routledge is not an actor and Maybank can see straight through her bullshit facade. The younger Routledge looked frail to the touch, bags underneath her eyes, greasy hair, and an empty fridge for a bit. Kiara and Pope would drop her off leftover foods, but she would leave them out on the kitchen table. She had no appetite and it only became more concerning. 

After JJ noticed her odd habits and behavior, he began spending each night with her. He wasn’t convinced she got a wink of sleep. She barely spoke to JJ when they were in the house together. She feared if she spoke and there was no remark from her brother from his bedroom, she would cry–all the emotions would spill over. 

“Hey, Y/N. How about I made some of my famous grilled cheese for dinner?” The blonde suggested. Her eyes flickered over to him and she shrugged her shoulders. She remained silent. “Are you not even gonna ask where I learned where to make it? Or if it is actually famous?” He teased her, walking towards her. 

His humor was relieving, but the quick reality and depression washed over her instantly. 

“C’mon, y’know John B wouldn’t want us mourning this long. He would want us smoking weed, sippin’ beers, hanging out in the marsh–”

“You don’t know shit, JJ. You don’t know that.” She finally spoke and her words were daggers. The blonde was taken back at her response. Her voice was raspy, almost more dry and scratchy. 

“You’re pretending like you’re fine, but you're not–I know that for sure. When was the last time you showered? Ate something other than leftovers from a few days ago? You’re not alright and I promised John B–”

“Stop saying his name!” She sobbed, shouting across the kitchen. Her knees buckle underneath her and she held her head in the palm of her hands. JJ rushed by her side and pulled her into his arms. She pulled her knees closer into her chest, sobbing and soaking JJ’s shirt with her tears. Y/N was in pure hysterics, struggling to catch her breath. 

“I miss him so much–I miss my dad. I’m done being alone, I don’t want to wake up tomorrow without my family. It hurts. Everything. Hurts.” She confessed, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. He wasn’t quite sure what to say, everything she emptied from her chest, only filled his up with pain. He held on tight to the girl, rubbing her back and pressing his head against her’s. He rocked her a bit, letting her release it all out. 

Once her whales quieted down, she tried catching her breath. The boy continued to soothe her, reminding her that everything will be alright. He helped her off the floor and brought her onto the couch. He draped a blanket over the girl and kneeled down beside her. 

“I’m going to make you some food, you drink some water. I’d help you shower, but you might want your space and privacy.” He tried to add a bit of humor to it. She cracked a smile and nudge the boy before whipping the snot off her face with the sleeve of her sweater. 

“Gross, JJ,” 

“Hey, there is that smile we all love and miss.” He smiled at the girl. He pushed strands of her hair behind her ear. “I miss him too–we all do. But…we gotta do what we can. I don’t want to believe he is dead, I…he has to be out there. Okay? And you have me…Kie and Pope. You have us. I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” JJ slipped his calloused hands into hers. 

“I promise.” He stated. 

“You have me too, JJ. I’m sorry for all of this.” She apologized, warm tears brimming in her eyes. 

“Enough crying, Routledge. Save some tears for my cooking skills.” He winked. Y/N relaxed on the couch, taking deep breaths and trying to regulate herself. She closed her eyes, feeling safe being tucked under the blanket. JJ wasn’t the best at cooking by any means, but the idea of fresh food finally sounded appealing to the girl. 

He brought over a plate of grilled cheese for her, sitting beside her with his own plate. She leaned her body onto his side, munching down on the burnt sandwich. 

“It’s okay to cry now after eating that. You didn’t see it, but I scraped off a lot of mold for you.” He noted before biting into the golden dish. Y/N pinched her face with disgust before pretending to gag. 

“JJ, please don’t tell me that. I’d rather not know anything like that.”

“Would you wanna know about–”

“No–”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!” He defended himself. 

“I don’t need to or want to…but seriously, JJ?”

“Yea?”

“Thanks for not giving up on me.”

JJ wrapped an arm around her, “Never,”

[anne-i-write]

moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: can you write headcanons for moriarty brothers meeting and having dinner with s/o's parents for the first time? and s/o's father is overprotective. thanks 🤍🙆🏻 |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1857

tw: mentions of toxic behavior in albert’s hcs

a/n: IM BACK AND THRIVING BBS!!! it’s so good to be back again to writing!!! hhh i’m so sorry if this is far from what you wanted but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!!!! lowkey went off the railings w this one so 👀 also if i missed any tags, please let me know!!!!!

william: 803 words

it had been you and your father since you were younger bc your mom was the “lucky” choice of some noble

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

you two are very close and everyone in the town knows

that, and that you both hate nobles

so it’s no surprise when the moriartys move into town, you’re both less than pleased

you always try your best to avoid them whenever they come into your town and your father always begs his friends to take the nobles as customers, despite the fact it could be good for business

but the town you lived in was particularly small and you did end up bumping into william

literally

some stupid man didn’t see you crossing the road and you were nearly crushed by the carriage if it hadn’t been for the hand that pulled at your wrist

“i swear people these days don’t know how to drive carriages.”

you don’t know who you were expecting

BUT ANYONE BUT A NOBLE

“are you alright?”

“i’m fine thank you—“

you’re absolutely flustered

how did i not know that this was a noble??? he smells so clean!

“i’ve got to be on my way now!” and you left william there with no explanation

but lil did you know he actually knew who you were

or to an extent, you weren’t as sneaky as you’d hoped you’d be

he saw you hiding in corners and alleyways every time you two accidentally made eye contact

and some of the townsfolk actually told him a little about you and your father so he understood why you weren’t too welcoming

but to take great lengths to avoid him??? he is very intrigued

so he starts off small, trying to send you a kind smile before you dart off behind a fruit stall

he really tries his best to get close to you and after a few weeks (and a few persuasive friends), he finally gets to hold a conversation with you

and boy does he fall FAST

it takes a while but you finally reciprocate his feelings and he thinks its smooth sailing from there right???

lmao everyone knows your father is literally the most intimidating looking man that could ever walk the earth

if they didn’t know him personally, they would be afraid of getting curb stomped 🤠

i mean,, he’s a big softie but god forbid anyone even DARES to look at you in a romantic light

you warn william of this and he’s like “don’t worry love, it shouldn’t be too bad”

it is bad

even william has cold hands bc your father is giving him the dirtiest look

dinner isn’t even dinner it’s a grill with how much questions your father is asking him

it does NOT help that he’s a noble

“so,,, you’re a noble”

“your cooking is amazing sir”

your father leaves the table for a little bit and you can hear the quiet sigh of relief from william

“i’m sorry for my father”

“no, no,,, i just,,, your father’s really intimidating, isn’t he?”

you let out a chuckle and william relaxed, a soft smile gracing his lips

“he can be, but it’s just something he does.” you threw a wistful gaze at the door your father disappeared before.

“he’s just worried about you, i can see it. he doesn’t want you around people like me.” you grabbed his hand over the table and he gently squeezed your hand.

“if anything, if he’d give you a chance, he’d want me to be with you. noble or not”

you both continue to have a delightful conversation, your sweet laughs filling the room

however, you didn’t know your father was listening in on your conversation and he couldn’t agree more with william

your mother left with more than just a curt goodbye and unshed tears

she left you with a tear stained letter filled with sorrowful regrets and sincere apologies

he knew you would eventually grow up to be critical of the world and if you were to find out that your mother had left unwillingly, he was afraid that you would be too bitter towards the world

but as he hears your laugh and his worries are dulled down a little

he sees you smiling so happily at william and when he chances a glance at the noble beside you, his worries are completely erased

william’s looking at you the same way everyone swore he looked at your mother

it’s a gentle gaze filled with love and kindness, one that he knew could protect you and take care of you

your father hated nobles and hovered over you when it came to love

but he couldn’t help but hold back on questions when he came back and you instantly noticed that your father took a liking william

louis: 508 words

everyone knew you as “Little Noble” in your town

the sole reason being your father literally treating you like a noble lmao

he gave you the best of everything he could afford and tried his best to not let you do any work

tried

of course, you were a little angel and you HAD to help otherwise you’d cry about making someone else tired when you could’ve easily helped

you’ve carried this trait until your early twenties and there were no signs that you would stop

hence why you were bringing home some fresh fruits from the stall clerk before a man bumps into you

you were so caught off guard that your knee buckled and you fell on your butt

everyone was stunned into silence as you fell but louis was so apologetic

so when he helped you back up, he felt the chilling stares of the town burning into his back

and then you apologize for bumping into him when he was the one who bumped into you and you fell??????

“please, let me make you something! i feel so bad!”

he tries to decline but there was this odd pressure to say yes to you

he ends up going home with you

you’re both in front of the door before your father opens it, his eyes wide

“who is this boy?”

“oh, i didn’t get his name on the way here. what is your name?”

your poor father’s heart is pounding way too fast for his liking

“oh! look at that, thank you so much for bringing my child home! you should be going home now”

he tries to shut the door on louis but you hold it open and beckon louis inside

“i invited him here! i accidentally bumped into him earlier so i offered to make him something!”

louis is so awkward pls

your father reluctantly lets him in but gives him a side eye the whole time he’s in the house

“does your child do this often?”

“why? do you find it strange?”

YOUR FATHER IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PLEASE SAVE LOUIS

anyways, you finish making your treat and give it to louis, your father glaring at your interaction

louis is still a little stiff but the more you talk to him, his guard is let down a little

soon enough he has to leave and you wish him well

he leaves with a wave and a kind smile and you look over at your father who had been scowling since you appeared at the front door

“he is a bit cute, don’t you think father?”

your father sputters, stunned by your bold claim

“y-you’re still too young to think about men like that!”

you laugh and shut the front door, teasing your poor father about finding love while also wondering if you would meet louis again

as you talk with your father behind closed doors, louis smiles to himself as he thinks about the unusual encounter today

surely, if i met them again tomorrow, it would make for a pleasant day

albert: 546 words

he meets your father before he meets you

it was during a ball your parents organized in order to connect with the more prestigious nobles around you

your parents were obsessed with the way your family was viewed and apparently being an earl wasn’t enough

so albert hears about you when your father boasts about how you’re the perfect child who answered to his every beck and call

in all honesty, albert was disgusted

no one deserved to be brought up like that

he casually makes his way into the conversation and your father is seething

“my child is your age, it’s a shame you act like this, i would have thought of you as a prime husband for them”

who is this earl to tell him what to do?

needless to say your father crosses him off of the guest list for the next ball

days go by and your father doesn’t know that you’re currently in town, doing what you can to help the working class as best as you can

it is on one particular day of visiting an orphanage do you run into the eldest moriarty brother

you two exchange polite greetings and you both pause

“your father is the earl, is he not?”

“you are a general of the army, are you not?”

a brief mention of your father and your mood dulls slightly

“yes, but i’m here on my own accord”

he would kill you if he found out you were amongst the “filth” as he called them

“well, i’ve brought books for the children, would you like to help me read some to them?”

he seemed sincere enough to not want anything more from you, so you agreed

he was actually very pleasant to be around and you find yourself enjoying his company

the meetups continued to happen and soon enough, albert finds himself standing in front of the doors to your family estate

your father is not pleased at all

“it’s nice to meet you again, sir”

“i didn’t forget about what you said to me at our first meeting”

and you’re sitting there like,, ????? they’ve met??? and your father doesn’t like albert???????

of course, inviting albert to your home would have repercussions but you didn’t expect your father to be so hostile

he was always hostile towards other nobles unless they were of higher importance than him

but for him to hate albert so quickly and openly??? this was quite new

you had mentioned that your father has always been one for power so it was clear to albert that you obviously grew up in a home that was more,,, toxic than protective

it was at dinner that this behavior reached its peak and albert despised the atmosphere and the way your father treated you

“i’ve come here to ask for your child’s hand in marriage”

your father rejects the idea without any hesitation

“i refuse to have them live the rest of their life in your household when they could do so much better”

when you invited albert that night, you knew there would be repercussions with your father

but what you didn’t expect was that you would leave your father and adopt the moriarty name as your own, the family welcoming you with open arms

moriarty the patriot taglist: @zoehanji

[bambikisss]

Hey I'm the same anon who asked if you do reactions and imagines, so I hope these are okay

- What's a special dish that they'd cook for their partner?

- What's something they'd look for in their ideal type? (Personality, body feature etc.)

So, the first one was a bit hard (took me a bit) so I hope you all like it. As for the second one, I'll answer it in a separate post!

~Bambi

JAEBEOM

Spicy Catfish Soup

This popped in my head from an interview he had done. I feel like he'd make a big deal out of it, shooing you from the shared home to go and catch the fish before making the soup, wanting it to be perfect before you came home. When you did, he would be smiling the whole time while you stared at the soup in awe, then be proud when he told you he actually caught the fish. Expect this for an anniversary or birthday dinner.

MARK

Family Feast

OK, hear me out. I feel like he would invite you over to meet his family while he helped his family cook meals. He would watch as you played with his nieces and nephews and other family members as he helped grill. Then once everything is done, he'd pursued you to eat with him outside under the stars as you'd both eat in silence and enjoy each other's company before he offered dessert. You both would try to make Bingsu from scratch, laughing along the way.

JACKSON

Dumplings

During his first Chinese new year with you, he'd make it a full-day affair to make the food, especially the dumplings. You'd both make the fillings and have a contest to see who could make the dumplings look the best and who could make the most in a short amount of time. He would sometimes wrap his arms around you and help you pleat the dumplings to help you win. If you wanted it spicy, though, you'd be on your own as he would stand at the complete opposite side of the counter as far away from you as possible ("I'll support you baby...from over here!) He'd also in the morning make you one of his smoothies, making sure to not add chicken breast.

JINYOUNG

 Japchae: Glass Noodle Stir Fry

You had a bit of a green thumb so when you got sad one day and said you were really craving noodles, he decided to make you this. He would go outside in the rain and gather the ingredients and make it for you, wrapping you in the warm burrito blanket and placed you in front of the tv before presenting the food to you. He'll especially do this on your birthday or when you're really sad.

YOUNGJAE

Ramen

I have this slight sneaking suspicion that he isn't the best cook, so when you came home late from work and were soaked from rain, he thought to make something simple and opted to make you some spicy ramen. He placed you on the couch as he insisted that he had it, cooking the ramen the way he had observed you do for him so many times, then offered it to you. He would rub your shoulder and comfort you before washing your bowl and cuddling with you as you ranted about your day or just fell asleep.

BAMBAM

Anything Thai

I wasn't going to put BB into a boundary because he would make whatever you want based on how you felt in the moment. If it was your birthday and you wanted something hot he'd make you Kuay Tiew Mu Tom Yum. If you hated the heat outside and had sat through a day of some...particular activities (hehe sexy time), he'd make you Thai Pomelo Salad.

YUGYEOM

Pizza

He'd definitely be the one to make a pizza-making date night. I decided to go the international food route with him. He'd try and toss the pizza like he had watched on YouTube before he ended up hitting his ceiling and blushing at your laughter. His dog would also be trying to steal some toppings he had laid out on the counter, Yugyeom laughing as he pushed back the pepperoni. Similar to Jackson, he'd wrap his arms around you and help you make the pizza just the way you both wanted it.

[joestarwhore]

Hi! May I request headcanons for yandere Risotto with a darling who’s very small and dresses in lolita fashion, but gets picked on for it? Fem or gen-neutral pronouns, if that’s okay!

Thank you in advance!! Please be sure to drink lots of water and take breaks when you need to!

you are just the sweetest!! of course i will do this for you bb!!🌸🌈🌙🤍

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You were polar opposites.

Risotto was close to 7’0, but compared to you, he was the tallest being you could imagine.

Your stands name was Iron Maiden, an offensive stand with a range of 5 meters and wields a pure steel scythe. After your abilities awoken, you gravitated towards more of the lolita style, closely resembling your stands appearance as well.

Though you were quite the adorable sight, you were often the end of every joke. Prosciutto and Melone were no mere exception.

“Why do you wear that ridiculous get up?” Prosciutto would grill you constantly about this. “You look like a cheap child’s doll. Is that just how you wanna be known?”

You stared down at your lap, gripping your skirt with your tiny hands. “I-I just match my stand this-this way and i feel nice in thi-“

“God you’re such a fuckin freak!” Ghiaccio yelled at you, laughing boisterously at your bent over frame. God this sucked, why is it always you that gets picked on? Matching with your stand is the most comforting thing for you in a strange world that you were still getting used to. It was the one thing you actually felt attached to-

“Shut the fuck up, you limp pricks.”

The deep, stone cold voices sent ice down all of your spines, Ghiaccio’s face draining of color as he and Proscuitto slowly turned around. Risotto’s giant black height was standing menacingly in the door way with Metallica’s beads dancing all around behind him. “Are you both fucking dumbasses? The girl is (Y/A) and had no choice to join us. WE chose her,” Metallica beads starting crawling menacingly towards the panicked mafiosos, their moans getting more and more deprecate, “and you wanna take away the only thing she has for comfort?!”

Your eyes grew wide, you knew as soon as metallica reached them both, Risotto would have no resolve to punish them. You mustered up all the courage you had in your small body and ran towards Risotto and threw your hands on his chest. “Risotto please, it’s not worth it and i’m not worth it, PLEASE don’t hurt them!!” You cried out, desperation reaching Risottos ears. His red and black eyes looked down at you and simply melted. He couldn’t resist you, no matter how hard he tries.

Metallica disappeared and the boys took that moment to run out the back door.

Risottos hands slowly wrapped themselves around your tiny frame. “You don’t deserve that. You deserve to feel good as you are, do you understand?”

You smiled, and pressed your head into his frame. The Capo was the scariest man on this earth, but you saw just how truly lovely he was.

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[lightfromandromeda]

media progress

was making a big big post that got deleted so im trying again hhhhhhh. me thoughts on what ive watched/read/listened to about classic who, eu, some nuhwo

Second Doctor

I finished the second doctor awhile ago and i fucking adored him. he was just a  silly old man and he cared about his friends so much ;w; i thought it was rly sweet that he took in victoria but also like my man this fuckin babey child lost everything and ur putting her into terrifying and dangerous situations like SIR. i lov LOVED the rly sweet moments she and the doctor had tho, specifically the one in the tomb of the cybermen where theyre taking turns sleeping. and when she left, jamie was so devastated he cares he much. hes a huge women protector and if theres no women around to protect he only has a half hour til his brain explodes. LOVE THIS MAN. HES A FUCKING GOOFBALL. hes brave, headstrong, and denser than a brick and with a heart of pure gold. and zoe. zoe my fucking bb grill. first of all i absolutely love it when she tears ppl into shreds with her huge brain. and like,,, i know it rly wasnt addressed again but i rly felt with her struggle of being so logical and computer like that ppl would give her a hard time about not being emotional (OH THE IRONY) and i wished that was addressed more? i like how her and the doctor are on the same like intellectual wavelength and he and jamie will tease her about it a lil like ‘oh did u calculate that too’ and she’ll be like yeah i fucking did what did u do huh huh. she was the best and these three were my fav team in a long time. all of their departures made me so sad but im also surprised it wasnt sadder? jamie and zoe being forced back where they were when the doctor picked them up and they dont wanna go!!!!! but when theyre told they have to theyre like aw :( alright like NO MAKE A STINK ABOUT IT!!!! especially zoe!!!! shes just going back to ppl who wouldnt rly listen to her or take her seriously as a person and i think she shouldve been more upset honestly!!!!! i loved it tho when the doctor and the other time lords were watching jamie when he got back to his time and he immediately sees a redcoat and is like ‘oh ill get this bastard’ and chases after him with a knife while the doctor just smiles and laughs cUZ THATS HIS BEST FUCKING FRIEND. GUHHUGHG. i love how throughout the doctors life he still loves jamie and thinks of him as one of his best friends ever. the second doctor is definitely somewhere in the top for me out of all the doctors ive seen. ill prob listen and read a bunch of his short trips and other stories thru big finish with him

Third Doctor  

uh oh grumpy!!!! grumpy guy!!!! grumpy guy thats pissed off at his ppl for stranding him on earth!! but ofc hes still got some silliness in him, i dont think he could survive without it. i thought this was a fun setup for the doctor cuz it rly challenges him. he cant go where he pleases, hes stuck using very limited or primitive technology, hes sent along or dragged places when things get fucky and has to sort them out, has to deal with soldiers, other military ppl, ppl of authority that 90% of the time doesnt listen to him, and he fucking hates it. and he hates it even more when the timelords start using him and make him deal with their problems. hes trying so hard to get his life back to normal. he loves earth but more as a playground then as a place to live. i think liz kept him sane in the beginning which is why he was so disappointed when she left, which like me too king there wasnt enough of her she was awesome. and jo :3. i lov her. shes not the brightest but her heart is in the right place. i fucking loved when the doctor was complaining to the brig how he couldnt just hav anyone as an assistant and needed a scientist and the brig just goes,,,, yeah i can get you a different assistant,,,, if you tell jo that youre letting her go. and of course he wouldnt. im not sure if he could in any of his regenerations. hes a grump but still a softie!!!! DR: “Jo i just wanted to tell you-”    JO: OwO    DR: “....that i look forward to working with you” YEA THATS RIGHT.  i lov that shes sneaky and honestly resourceful AND I WISH THE DOCTOR WOULDNT BE SO MEAN TO HER!!! BE NICE TO HER OLD MAN!!! anyway the master is also here and hes so saturday morning cartoon villain and its so fun. i love how the master and the doctor interact with each other like,,, i can smell it,,, homosexual in nature but theyre being veeeeerryy professional about it. almost done with season 9

Eighth Doctor

i cannot accurately describe my love and joy for the eighth in words. besides words like hes my blorbo,,, the scrungkly if you will. i LOVE HIM!!!!!! s o much!!!! hes kind, real goofy, genuine, full of compassion, sarcastic, theatrical, and soooooo fucked up :). ive listened to all of charleys and lucies era including their further adventures (my girls my fucking beloveds), the stories with mary shelley, just started dark eyes last night, and im on the 17th book in the edas. i adore charley and want to listen/read everything there is with her in it, which ive done a lot of already, just not her stories with 6 yet. i wanted to watch 6 in classic who first but since im not even done with the third doctor yet ITLL BE AWHILE. and lucie BABEY. i think the best dr/companion relationship is when theyre just best friends. just two fuckin goofballs that enjoy being around each other. lucie loved the doctor so much cuz they had so much fun together and she was rly good at getting shit done. cuz its lucie miller ofc. ANDANDNAND WHEN FUCKING SUSAN CAME BACK i loved hers and the doctors reunion u could hear how happy both of them were just to see each other again U COULD HEAR THE SMILES and it KILLED ME. my favs of the eda books so far are vampire science, genocide, alien bodies, kursaal, seeing i, and the scarlet empress. and i lov sam so much. starts off as a tough butch teenager that wants to do good for the world. i think its very cute that she tries to be all cool and nonchalant when with the doctor cuz thats soooo teenager behavior. at first i refused to acknowledge her crush on the doctor (i wanted it to be familial cuz thats what it felt like!!!) but i like how she explored her thoughts with that. i mean she was way in over her head by starting from the ground up on a different planet in her far future just so she woudlnt have to face the doctor cuz she was so embarrassed. #girl i must say. now shes over it i think? in the scarlet empress she said that she loved him to whatever that thing was in that river but it wasnt clear to me if it was romantic or if she was just saying that they were close (im also stupid so). hope its not romantic, ive never rly been a fan of romance (ex ive never rly cared much for tenrose). ive been saying this from the start give this old man a child to care for (not like a beby child like a teenager/young adult). ANYWAY im very excited to continue dark eyes, i lov molly very much so far, and the rest of the books. and a bunch of other audios with the 8th dr like short trips and specials.

Tenth Doctor

i listened to the first audio from dalek universe 1 and uh wow. its good!!! ill be honest i dont remember some of it cuz i was rly high and tired listening to it but it was still alot of fun. i was worried i had to know who anya was before starting but luckily that wasnt the case. its funny going back to the tenth doctor cuz he was my top favorite for the longest time so im just like,, ‘whos my fav little pinstriped hellion :3 U ARE U FREAK!!!!’ i dont hav much of an opinion yet since ive only listened to one story but so far its fun !! and will def listen to more.

13 + other eu

i havent touched nuwho since i finished the 12fth drs run cuz i def needed a lil fictional grieving time. im a bit hesitant on watching the 13th dr cuz ive heard soooo many differing opinions about her stories and how shes written. i also know various spoilers which doesnt rly matter cuz i dont hav most of the context that goes with it. im also worried im not gonna like yaz much. i think overall im gonna like it cuz its doctor who and its fun and i enjoy things easily. i just dont know when im going to start it. cuz man theres so much. so much to consume. i also rly wanna get into the gaillfrey series but i havent seen any of romana or leela in the show cuz im not there yet. i prob dont have to to start it but whatev.

[buckys-black-dress]

a fine line, part four

a/n: heyyy! sorry this part took so long :( i was feeling really shitty this past week, so here it finally is! i hope u guys like it :)

wc: 3.7k words

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This week was going... strangely well. 

And of course, it was because of James. 

On Monday when you walked into your first ever shared lecture, everything was already set up. There was even a coffee and breakfast waiting for you, which James graciously handed to you with a bright smile upon your entrance. 

“Good morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well last night?” He asks with an innocent smile, but you knew he wasn’t all that clueless. 

“Good morning James. I did, in fact, sleep very well last night. I hope you did too, because we have a long day ahead of us.” You give a tight smirk with your words, looking at the coffee and bakery bag in his hands. “What’s that?” 

“Oh! For you. This is day one, remember?” He says, handing you them and retreating to his desk. “Also, I spoke to Fury about the class sizes. Although he wasn’t much help and basically told me I was on my own, I did send an email to my students about the way they should behave while you’re here. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or anything.” 

“O-oh. Thanks. I really appreciate that.” You mumble, looking down.

“Yeah, of course. Is there anything else you might need to do this?” He asks in a sincere tone. You felt so weird. 

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. Thank you, though.” You smile.

“Well, let’s get started then.” James turns around to open the door, waiting for students to file in until class officially started.

You were extremely nervous, to say the least, but it was comforting knowing that he was trying to make you feel more at home in this space.

Tuesday was more of the same. He, again, brought you breakfast, and had his class in line. But the thing that was different today was the sweet note attached with the lunch he brought.

Y/N, I hope you know how serious I am about all of this. Part of that means paying attention to what you like and don’t like. I know you hate milk in your coffee, large crowds, and when people think English class is a joke. I also know you hate hot coffee, but love tea. And you love grilled cheese, which is what I got you from that café across campus. Enjoy :) -BB

You smiled down at the greasy paper bag, smelling heavenly as ever. Your stomach rumbled after a long lecture with James, and just as you were to plop down into your office chair, a knock sounded from the doorframe, and a large body appearing.

“Hey. Like the lunch?” James asks, his hands in his pockets while walking in slowly.

“Y-Yeah, how’d you know?” You ask, smiling down at the sandwich.

“I mean, I see you there a lot with Nat and Wanda, so I thought I’d treat ya to one. I pay attention to you more than you think.” He says, and your brows pull together as you try not to laugh. “I- that made me sound like a creep.” He looks down in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, James,” you smile, “I really appreciate it. Thank you.” You look down at the warm sandwich again. “Would you like the other half?” You extend it out to him, and he watches with wide eyes.

“Oh, n-no, I wouldn’t wanna impose like that, it was for you-” 

“James, I insist. Please, sit.” You motion to your chair across your desk. 

He sits with you and conversation flows easily between you two, and it was a huge change from where you two stood a month ago. If someone told you a month ago that James Barnes was trying to woo you, to make you accept his apology, then you would’ve laughed in their face. 

But sitting here now, with him, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. 

That is, until you hear the clicking of heels from the hall, and a certain redhead peeking her head in your office.

“Oh! Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t realize you already had lunch plans,” Natasha says with a smirk, moving to leave your office. You watched with wide eyes, and you knew she was going to have a word with you about this later.

“Great.” You say, hitting your head against your desk, while James is chuckling from his spot.

“Y’know, she’s definitely somethin’ else.” He laughs, looking at you carefully. “It’s not a bad thing, right?” He asks.

“What’s not a bad thing?” You ask, confused.

“That Natasha saw us in here... together...?” He sounds like he’s asking a question, but he’s not sure.

“No... We’re... friends, right? Friends eat lunch together...” You tell him, although you also sound unsure of yourself.

“Yeah... friends.” Bucky feels his chest tighten in a way he’s only felt a few times in his life before.

You both carry on eating, but you don’t see the way he’s looking at you. It almost looks like... longing.

Wednesday was slowly escalating Bucky’s promise to you. After a long day of teaching, there was a bottle of wine waiting on your desk when you returned to collect your things for the evening. Another note was attached to it.

Dear Y/N, 

Here’s a little something to help you get through tomorrow and Friday. Hope you enjoy. :)

- BB

You look at the bottle, and it’s an aged Sauvignon from France. It was a nice bottle, and you know he took his time picking it out. It made your insides tingle knowing he thought of you and what would impress you. 

You picked up the bottle, looking at it for another minute before sliding it into your bag and gathering your papers and laptop.

You wanted to knock on his door to say thank you, but it was already shut, so you assumed he was either already gone or speaking privately with someone. 

You decided you would just text him to thank him, and with that you decided to leave your office for the night. 

Little did you know, James was having a conversation with one of the students he had come to love and whom he had become very close with over the course of their time together. 

“Dr. B, you weren’t being so subtle in class today, y’know?” The boy’s scratchy voice said.

“What’re ya talkin’ about, Parker?” His voice was tired from lecturing all day, but he couldn’t deny the way his heart rate picked up at the boy’s words.

“Well, with Dr. Y/L/N... I don’t know, you look at her like how I look at MJ...” He tells his professor.

“Well I sure hope so, ‘cause I like her... a lot...” Bucky shoves his head into his hands and takes a deep breath, while the student still stares at him.

“Well why don’t you tell her?!” Peter exclaims, hands flailing around with wide eyes. “You guys would be awesome together! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell MJ, she’s gonna love this- You know Dr. Y/L/N is like, her favorite teacher ever?-” Peter starts rambling, but is cut off by Bucky’s gruff voice.

“L-Listen, kid, it’s not that easy. I messed up with her before, and I’m trying to make it up to her. I did some things that... that I’m not proud of before, and now it’s time for me to win her over, but I’m runnin’ short on ideas, here.” He explains to the youngling.

“Oh- Well, what’re you thinking?” Peter asks, ideas already running through his head. 

And once Bucky explains what happened and what he’d been doing this whole week, Peter jumped in his seat.

“Maybe MJ can help! She sees her like, every day anyways, so maybe we can like, ask her to do something. Something subtle, but something Dr. Y/L/N will know is from you. We all know she doesn’t like all that flashy crap.”

And so the two got to planning the rest of the week, and came up with ways to have MJ help as well, just to add that little somethin’ for you.

Thursday went by in a flash, but there was something by lunchtime that you couldn’t shake from your thoughts. 

James hadn’t done anything today, and you were scared.

Scared that he gave up, that he doesn’t care anymore.

Scared that you’re not worth it anymore. 

By 3 PM, you couldn’t help but feel small and like a fool. You were sitting at your desk between classes, trying to work on some grading to take your mind off the events of the day.

Or lack thereof.

Until there was a knock at your door, a knock you’ve known for almost two years now. 

“MJ, come in! How are you today, hun?” You ask in the cheeriest voice you can muster right now. 

One of your most treasured students walks in and sets her bag down on the chair in front of your desk.

“Hi Dr. Y/L/N. I have a message for you.” She tells you very vaguely. You raise an eyebrow at the girl, but allow her to continue with a brief nod.

“Uhm, alright?” You tell her.

“Y/N,” you raise your brows at the use of your first name, “I know I haven’t always been the kindest you. I know that I’ve made you doubt me and my honesty. And I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I’d like to change that. I’ve spent the better part of this week trying to figure out how I was going to make you understand just how sorry I am for the way I treated you. I made you feel like you weren’t enough, that you were the problem, but in the end, I had to sit and think.

This was all my fault. I made us this way, but now it’s up to me to fix it. I hope you know, you are one in a million, and I want you to see that. I want you to see yourself the way I see you. So, I have a simple favor to ask of you. Tomorrow night, be ready at seven o’clock sharp in your prettiest dress. Love, James.” 

And before your brain could even process the fact that James was asking you out on a date and calling you beautiful, the door opened once again, and a student you’ve often seen milling in and out of James’ office.

He was holding a bouquet of assorted flowers of beautiful greenery and colors that you’ve never even imagined of. 

“Hi Dr. Y/L/N. These are for you.” He hands them to you, and remember his name to be Peter Parker, MJ’s boyfriend. 

“Oh- Oh my God, thank you, Peter. And you too, MJ. You’re both absolute gems.” You say with a severe blush dusting your face. 

“Of course, Doctor. That’s all we’ve got for our part, have a good rest of your day.” MJ smiles as she grabs Peter’s hand and leave your office.

You wave them off and give them a sweet smile. 

You stare down at the floral arrangement in your hands, and couldn’t contain the wide smile that you had spread across your face.

You had only seen James through class today, and it had gone extremely well. You gave a full lecture, and your lesson plans had been going over really well with the class. Although James hadn’t done anything today, it had lifted your mood to see you were doing well with this lesson. 

But now, you were over the moon, and nothing could ruin your day.

You slowly bounded into James’ office, finding him facing away from the door, murmuring something to himself as he flicked his eyes from his computer to the papers in front of him. 

“Hey, stranger.” You say with another grin that made James’ stomach flutter at the sight. You were leaning against his door frame, bag slung across your shoulder and the flowers in hand.

“H-Hey. How are you?” He asks, standing up from his chair.

“I’m doing great. Better than I was earlier today. I uh... I thought you’d...given up on me,” you try to laugh it off, trying to make it look much less dramatic than you initial thoughts.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He walks up to you, tipping your chin up where your eyes meet his icy baby blues. “You... You are so important. Especially to me, and don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise. I know I did it in the past, and there’s nothing I wish I could take back more than that.” He looks at you with such conviction, such purpose, that all you can do is nod numbly and stare back.

“I, uhm, Lucy’s waiting for me at home, I have to go. But I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say softly, still holding his gaze.

“Okay, see you tomorrow. Have a good night, doll.” He says, softly smiling and backing away, but still facing you.

“Bye.” You smile, walking away.

“Bye.” James returns, a silly smile on his face.

“Bye.” You say again, laughing.

“Bye!” You hear him yell, but you were already out of his office. 

You hear his laughter mixing with yours, and you couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off your face for the rest of the night. Not when you got home and fed Lucy, not when you put the flowers in a vase, and certainly not as you fell asleep.

Friday was possibly the slowest day ever. You were in class all morning, and you were still giddy from yesterday. The lesson had gone exceptionally well, especially after the breakfast James brought you. 

You ate lunch with Nat and Wanda, having not sat down to have an in-depth conversation with them in quite a while.

“Soooo... what’s up with you and Bucky?” Natasha gives you one of her devious smirks, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Well, he’s been doing this... thing this week where he’s making it up to me for... everything, I guess?” You say. “And we’re going on a date tonight.” You don’t meet their eyes, but theirs widen as they share a look.

“And you didn’t think to tell us, you bitch?!” Wanda hits your arm, laughing out a scoff.

“I-I mean, it was a whole deal. He like- you know MJ and Peter? They came in and did this thing in my office, MJ read a whole note from him, and then Peter came in with a bouquet of these beautiful flowers. And then I went to his office to thank him, and we had this... interaction like... like it was magic.”

The way you spoke in awe had Natasha and Wanda confused, but also in awe. They were happy for you, after all you’d been through, it was comforting seeing you like this. You deserved to be happy.

“That’s really great, Y/N,” Natasha gently placed her hand over yours. Her smile was sincere, just like Wanda’s. You were genuinely happy in this moment. Not only with the prospect of your date tonight, but because of the people you were surrounded with. You were grateful for these two, because you didn’t know where you’d be without them. 

“So, are you two gonna help me get ready for my date tonight?” You ask expectantly, to which both redheads say,

“Duh!” And all three of you burst into a fit of giggles.

-

So now, here you were. It was an hour before James was set to pick you up, and you were dat at your vanity while Wanda curled the ends of your hair. Nat had picked out a gorgeous black dress for you, with strappy heels and a short cardigan for some cover-up. You had a robe on while you were waiting for Wanda to finish, so you could do your makeup. That’s all that was left, and the anticipation for 7 o’clock was killing you.

“Y/N, I can practically hear you thinking so hard,” Wanda laughs, patting your shoulder.

“Sorry, I just- I’m nervous. I haven’t been on a date since... since forever. I don’t wanna mess this up, especially with him.” You explain to them.

“Y/N, think of like this... he’s making it up to you. You don’t have anything to worry about. He’s the one doing the impressing.” Natasha tells you, and you understand a little bit.

“Yeah, he’s the one owing it to you. You have nothing to worry about, dear.” Wanda reassures.

“Y-You’re right, guys. Okay, let me do my makeup, and then I’m ready.” You smile, because even though you were nervous you were also excited. This was a surprise, and you couldn’t wait to see what James had planned.

As 7 o’clock rolled around, Nat and Wanda eventually left. You were waiting by the door downstairs, waiting to see a car pull around, but instead what you saw made your eyes widen.

You peeked your head out the door, seeing James.

On a motorcycle.

“Absolutely not, James!” You yell, not even for a second thinking it was funny.

He doesn’t say anything, just moving off the bike and walking up to you. 

“Y/N... you look... beautiful.” He takes your hand in his, completely ignoring how you were not amused by the bike.

“J-James, I’m serious. No.” 

“Y/N, I promise, you’ll be just fine. You’re in good hands.” He leads you to the bike, pulling out a helmet for you. 

“Do you not own a car?” You whine, really not wanting to get on this death trap.

“You know I do, but I like to keep the element of surprise, doll.” He smirks that smirk, and you know you’re not getting out of this. 

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.” You say, waiting for him to get on first.

As you climb on, you wait for him to adjust himself, and you hesitate when the time comes to wrap your arms around his torso; your hands were just awkwardly hovering around him.

“Don’t be shy, doll.” You hear him say, suddenly just planting your arms into place quickly.

As James starts to drive, you feel yourself moving closer and closer to his body, eventually hugging up against him.

Bucky feels your body against his, and he can feel your heart beating wildly in your chest and every breath you take. He can feel it when he does something just a little bit risky on the bike, and how your breath catches in your throat.

And maybe he was doing them on purpose to feel your arms tighten around him even further. 

By the time you reach where he’s taking you, you’re sure you look like a mess. Helmet head, mascara smudged under your eyes. But Bucky can’t help but feel that this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked.

You were perched on a lookout point of the city, and there was a large setup waiting for the two of you. A large blanket splayed across the grass, small lanterns scattered across the expanse of land along with a few baskets of food.

“Wow...” You couldn’t help but stare in awe at the scene. Bucky had really taken the time to arrange all of this... for you.

“Do ya like it? I know it’s not the ideal traditional first date, but I didn’t wanna take you to some fancy restaurant, and-”

“Bucky, it’s absolutely perfect.” You cut off his rambling and take ahold of his hand, leading him to the blanket and you both sit down.

“So, how did you even come up with this?” You ask, watching him pull out the food and a bottle of wine.

“Well, I’ll admit... it wasn’t all me. I had a lot of help from Steve and Sam, because at first I had no clue what to do. I didn’t know how to really make it special, so we sat down and planned this whole thing.” He explains.

“Well, make sure to pass on a thank you to them from me.” You giggle, taking a sip of the wine he poured you.

“You got it, doll.” He laughs, and you two continue to talk and drink until you felt a chill run through you from a cool breeze building up due to the cold air.

And of course, Bucky notices. You watch him pull out another blanket, opening it to cover himself, but he holds up the other end and looks to you.

“C’mon, it’s getting colder, isn’t it?” Bucky asks with a gentle smile.

You nod, scooting closer to him to get under the blanket. And maybe it was the warmth from the wine you had, or the blanket or being so close to Bucky, but you felt very warm and comfortable in that moment.

“The lights are so... pretty from up here. Everything looks so small from up here.” You tell him.

“Hmm... it is really beautiful.” You hear his gruff voice from his chest, and you look up at him from your spot with your head on his shoulder.

He was looking right at you, and you momentarily see his eyes flicker from yours to your lips. It felt like gravity was pulling you two closer together, and eventually your eyes both slip closed and all you can feel is the warmth of his lips on yours. 

And you never usually kiss on the first date, but this was different.

Bucky was different.

When you pull away from him, you struggle to open your eyes again, for the fear that this was all a dream and you’ll wake up if you do.

“Angel, open your eyes. Look at me.” Bucky says, and you do as he says.

You looked like a real life angel to him. Swollen lips, hair flowing in all directions from his hands being run through it and the wind from the motorcycle. Under the blanket, your hands placed on his shoulders, basically in his lap. 

And this is when Bucky knew.

This was heaven. There was absolutely nowhere else he ever wanted to be than with you.

Your eyes searched his, and all you could find was adoration, infatuation, and... love.

And this is when you knew.

You were in love with Bucky Barnes.