#I'm tired.... and i haven't gotten a chance to eat yet today

[dalishthunder]

Today was a bad day

[winterrrnight]

babe I just had the best idea for a rafe concept it pains me

Okay so imagine like reader is at work (somewhere idk where) and she just gets so overwhelmed but her and rafes relationship is still new so she doesn't call him because she doesn't wanna bother him....😭

I'm probably not the first person to think of this but it ON MY MINDDDD

literally dropped everything to write this!!!! this reader is way too me coded and I cannot :’) thank you so so much for the req vee 🥹💗 you asked for a concept… I wrote a fic…. :D I hope you like this vee <3

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PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe wants you to be able to rely on him for anything and everything.

WARNINGS: the reader is a preschool teacher and quite self dependent; lots of fluff; cute nicknames; lovesick rafe (my fav fr); minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this request speaks volumes to me 🥹 this is way too me coded, and I just had to write it, I hope you all like this! the ending is maybe a bit abrupt tho :( please like and reblog if you liked reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 🍹

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I should leave, I haven't yet, but when you smile, I just forget

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You can swear this day can't get any worse. You’ve been on your feet basically the entire day, always rushing from your students here to there. You love the little kiddos with your entire heart, but today, for some reason, they are being an extra pain in the ass. They aren’t as cooperative as you’d prefer; you don’t know what’s gotten into them, they are like little energy packets constantly running around.

Due to some teacher duties you aren’t even able to sit down for your lunch break, taking away the only 15 minutes you have to yourself. And it just gets progressively worse when you finally leave the school to go back to your place and your car has a slashed tire, and today had to be the day when you don’t have a spare tire in your trunk.

It’s been over 6 hours since you left your house this morning, and it’s just Tuesday, but it’s feeling like the longest, most excruciating week ever. You’re now leaning against your car door, letting out a deep exhale as you lean your head back, feeling a headache creep into your brain and pulse harshly. You’re tired, hungry, absolutely exhausted… and all you want are the warm hugs of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Rafe is quite a new addition in your life, both of you being together for a mere month. He’s been so loving to you, always protective and just genuinely taking great care of you.

You pull out your phone and find his contact, but before you can dial him, your thumb hovers over his name in sudden realization – he’s always at work at this time.

You begin to contemplate your initial decision of asking him to come here to help you out, and then ultimately decide against it, realizing he’s probably very busy at work, and would only be heavily distracted if you call him.

So, just like how you always do it, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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It’s nearing 6 pm when you finally get to reach your place. You had to make calls to get yourself a mechanic to get your car fixed, who took his sweet sweet time to come to you. You’re now completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than just to plop on your bed and sleep till your heart desires. You can hear your stomach grumble since you never had the chance to eat the lunch you missed out on, but you make it a problem for later, deciding to just take a nap first.

As you drive into your driveway, you recognise Rafe’s black Range Rover already parked, with him standing next to it, leaning back against the hood of his car as he’s looking intently at his phone. As he catches the sound of your car driving, he instantly looks up, watching your car enter the driveway.

Before you can properly park and get out, Rafe rushes to you, opening the door for you.

“Oh my god where have you been?” He asks you, his voice laced with concern. “I tried calling you and texting you, you always come back home by late afternoon,”

You step out of the car and Rafe shuts the door, a hand quickly landing at the small of your back as you both walk to the porch of your house. He can see you’re really tired; droopy eyes, heavy steps, deep sighs; he knows something happened.

“Yeah my phone died,” you mutter as you unlock the main door of your house, both of you stepping inside. “I just… today was kind of a heavy day, nothing much honestly,” you shrug as you toss your keys in the dish and remove your coat and shoes.

“What happened?” Rafe asks, still really concerned for you as he watches you take off your cost and hang it on the coat rack. As you’re done, you face him with a small smile on your face.

“Nothing much, really,” you say softly, gently cupping his cheek with a hand and tenderly caressing his skin. “Don’t worry, yeah?” You mumble, taking your hand off his cheek as you make your way to the kitchen.

Rafe stays on your heels, following you and monitoring every single move of yours – your padding till the fridge, opening it, getting a bottle of water, unscrewing it and drinking from it.

“You look so exhausted, I can see it in your eyes,” he comments. “Your hair is all messy, your clothes are dirty; it’s clearly not nothing. Come on, tell me, what happened,”

His voice is stern, but not in an angry way; but in an apprehensive way. He moves his hand to your face, gently brushing your hair as he fixes some of the unruly strands.

As you finish drinking your water; drinking almost all of it in one go, you keep your bottle aside and let out a sigh, turning to look at him. “It was just one of those… heavy days, but it’s over now yeah? I’m now home,” you say softly.

“But just tell me what happened,” Rafe’s voice now drops to a whisper as he moves closer to you, continuing to weave his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes for a moment, delving into the relaxing feeling of Rafe’s fingers softly combing through your hair, but also realizing he’s going to keep pressing for you to tell him what happened.

“The kids were a bit uncooperative today,” you say with a soft chuckle. “And then we have this event coming up at school, so I was busy for my entire lunch break preparing for it. And then my car had a flat tire and I didn’t have a spare so I had to get a mechanic, which took most of the time. But besides that, nothing much happened,” you say with a small shrug.

“Besides all that?” Rafe mutters incredulously. “That’s already a lot, baby, why didn’t you call me when you found out about your flat tire? I would’ve come; or sent someone to get you, we would’ve had lunch in my office, and I would have had someone take care of the tire and bring your car back too.” There’s a small frown on his face and he now holds your face in both his hands, gently skimming your cheeks with his thumbs.

You look up in his soft, baby blue eyes. “I did think of calling you but-”

“But?”

“But I thought…” you take a deep breath, your eye contact with him faltering. “you’ll be busy, and I didn’t want to be a burden to you, really, I was able to get it all fixed just fine,”

You can hear Rafe tsk; his tongue clicking against his teeth as he softly shakes his head. “I’m never busy for you okay? My work does not ever get more importance than you, okay? It never does, and it never will, especially when you’re in trouble and need help,”

He gently grips your chin and tips your head back just a bit, making you look at him. His eyes are softened, the blue even more warmer than usual.

“I know you prefer to do things on your own,” he whispers, “but you have to realise that you really don’t need to do each thing on your own, especially now that I’m around. I won’t mind, really, and besides, I would love to show everyone off at work that I am the boyfriend of the most beautiful person on this damn planet yeah?”

You can’t help but chuckle softly at his words as you keep looking in his eyes.

“So, promise me, next time you need any sorts of help, want me to do something for you, or just want me to be there, you don’t think twice about calling me up okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He can see the reluctancy in your eyes, but you eventually give in and nod.

“Okay, promise,” you murmur, smiling as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He gladly hugs you back, snuggling his face in your neck as he gently rubs your back.

“So…” you speak up, and he hums back in response, both of you still hugging.

“I’ll take up on that offer right now. I’ll go and shower, and you make something for me to eat yeah?”

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[rindousbbg]

Summery: You are sick and a your childhood bestfriend taking care of you.

Genre: Fluff?

Warning: none, typos. (Not proofread)

Requested: No.

A/n: I planned to make a oikawa fic but changed to him because I love him.

You and tsukishima has been friends since childhood along with Yamaguchi. you both would bicker with eachother over the smallest thing and Yamaguchi have to butt in to solve the matter. 

But despite that you both cared for eachother, even though you both would say awful things yet you both won't leave eachother's side if needed. But ofcourse you won't tell eachother that. 

but today is different, you caught a flu and your parents were gone for business purposes leaving you alone. Your migraine has gotten worse than it was before. 

cough after cough left from your mouth. you were tired of this flu. Can't breath properly. You sneezed for the fifth time. 

But you for startled by a sudden knock on your door. 

"Come in" 

You spoke in a low voice, you had a sore throat. 

"You shouldn't let anybody enter into your room without asking who are they"

a the door flew out and the owner of the voice traveled himself. 

"It's fine, it's you."

"But there would be some time I won't be the one standing, so be careful" 

"Awww someone's caring" 

he glared at you making you laugh. 

"What brings you here kei?" 

"Your mom informed me that you caught flu, came to check on you"

You smiled at him cheekily. 

"Is that so? Wow thanks kei"

You giggled once again but soon coughed.

"God, you look awful" 

"What did you just said?" 

"You got a hearing probelm??" 

You shot a glare at him making him chuckle.

"aww is the little kid getting mad? Sorry didn't mean to"

there was it again. His snarky comments. 

you both bickered for some time and then he decided to ask about your medicine. 

"Mhm, I'm taking them"

lie. 

He clearly knew that how much you despise medicines, 'it's bitter and hard to swallow' that's what you say everytime you try to take medicine. 

"Yeah sure"

he opens the drawer and took out the medicine box, it looked like nobody touched it yet. 

He took out the medicine and handed you. 

"C'mon hurry up, i don't have all day"

He groaned. 

"How did you even-"

"Just take it"

He handed you a glass of water and forced you to take the medicine. 

"Kei i hate it"

You throwed some tantrums at him which didn't worked since he looked unfazed by it. 

Due to not eating anything your stomach grambles as loudly as possible making you whine. 

The blonde male sighed knowing you haven't touched any food. So he decide to cook something edible. He isn't a good cook at all but he knows the basic to make a porridge. 

"Here"

He placed the food on your bed carefully not to drop it. 

You had a disgusting expression on your face. Knowing you won't touch the food he hold the spoon to your mouth almost shoving it which made the spoon hit your lips and you let out a soft groan and he took the chance putting the porridge inside your mouth. 

"Kei, what the hell"

he rolled his eyes and didn't said anything while feeding you the porridge. 

After finishing the food (you almost threw up) he decided to put you to sleep. 

"Wait you still have one medicine left"

He quickly took out the last medicine and handed you, you lazily took it. 

Finally tiredness was getting you, so you laid down more and pulled the sheets closer to your body making you curl up into a ball. 

He noticed your tiring state and thought you have fallen asleep. 

"Sleep tight"

He whispered quality, not wanting to wake you up. And places a soft kiss on your hand before leaving.

(But little did he knew that you never slept that time. This gesture of his was enough to make your stomach churned up in happiness) 

[novasway]

HER WAY — SULLY FAMILY

desc: you, ( name ), are jake and neytiri's oldest daughter. being already 18 and under tsu'tey's wing ( he isn't dead in here because i love him and i want uncle tsu'tey content ) you are ready to step up as the next olo'eyktan once your father was ready to give up his spot within the next couple of years but of course that wasn't the case.

fem!reader, the reader stands up to jake like twice, i'm running on hopes and dreams right now i apologize if there are any mistakes !!

one , two

" YOU KNOW, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SHOOT WITH YOUR EYES OPEN FROM WHAT I KNOW, SKXAWNG "

said the male na'vi as he observed the young woman's arrow missing its target once more.

" come on now uncle tsu'tey cut me some slack, we've been at it since the first the first rays of sun . " the woman groaned, tired and hungry .

" . . . fine, you've won this time ( name ), you're dismissed, go before i change my mind . "

with a quick smile and a fast kiss on her uncle's cheek ( name ) started making her way towards her family's tent for breakfast and to spend quality time with them before today's raid .

" ( name )! guys! ( name ) is back! " exclaimed tuk while sprinting towards her older sister ready to embrace her .

" tuktuk, good morning! oh and good morning mother! " greeted ( name ), picking up tuk and making her way towards her mother, neytiri who was sitting outside basking in the crisp air of the forest . " i'm assuming that kiri is with grandma but where are neteyam, lo'ak and dad? "

" good morning, my daughter, and yes, you're assuming correctly, kiri is with grandma as for your brothers and father they've went for a morning fly. " replied neytiri while handing ( name ) a leaf plate of fruits . " it's a shame that you will not be attending the raid today but i understand, your uncle can be quite harsh on you. "

" you can say that again! " chuckled ( name ) while putting tuk down and taking the plate . " and thank you for the food, i haven't gotten the chance to eat yet. " going inside and sitting down, the young woman begins eating before laying down and drifting into dreamland.

it was the screeching of ikrans that woke the girl up, had she slept through the whole raid? that was new but also something she was expecting after training for the whole morning. getting up and changing her attire, ( name ) made her way towards the raid party and before she could see them, she heard them, well she heard him.

" YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SPOTTERS! YOU SPOT ENEMIES FROM A DISTANCE! DOES ANY OF THIS SOUND FAMILIAR? " hissed her father . " jesus i let you two geniuses fly on a mission and you disobey direct orders . "

" sir i take full responsibility— " started neteyam.

" YEAH THAT'S RIGHT! you're the older brother, you should act like that, i knew i should've taken your sister instead of you two knuckleheads. "

" and you should've also known that their older sister would be listening to you scold your two kids as if we're in the military, father or should i say, sir? " said ( name ) while raising one of her eyebrows. " neteyam is actively bleeding and you're yelling at them. look at them, LOOK! they are hurt. you may continue this little tantrum once they get healed. "

" ( name ) please— "

ignoring her dad, the girl walked towards her brothers, looking over them and frowning upon seeing their injuries. " you two, go get patched up, i'll handle this. " she gently told them as her hands stroked both of their cheeks before they both made their way towards the medical tent.

( name ) turns towards her father with a scowl on her face as soon as she saw that her siblings were nowhere in site. " what was that about? "

" they were— "

" actually i wish to not know. " sighed ( name ). " father i understand where you're coming from but please try to understand them as well. all that neteyam and lo'ak want is to please you and your expectations, and that's hard on them. i'm not saying to not scold them but maybe try to talk and listen to them because if you don't then karma will come and bite your ass when you least expected. " finished ( name ) as she walked up to her dad and hugged him before making her way to where her siblings were .

nothing could've prepared ( name ) for the next day however.

" w— what do you mean we're leaving? what about the forest? th— the people ? i cant abandon them father, i CAN'T . " panicked the older girl once she heard the news of her family's departure. " i've trained night and day so i can take your place and care for the omaticaya people, i'm sorry but i cannot— you cannot ask me to leave them, i won't. "

" then what will you do ( name )? stay here and hope for the worst? what if you die? i cant lose you daughter . . . " said jake as he started tearing up.

a sigh and heartfelt hug were seen and heard before the girl started speaking again .

" i will take your place as olo'eyktan, i won't be alone, i'll have uncle tsu'tey. i've learned all there is to learn so please, leave me behind, escape father. " she pulled away from the hug slightly to look at the rest of her family before continuing. " take mom, tuk, kiri, lo'ak and neteyam and keep them safe, i know you can dad. and meanwhile i will be taking care of the people, i'll make sure that when you come back the forest will be the same as when you left. "

pulling away she grabs a hold on her dad's hands and looks him in the eyes.

" trust me father, trust my way. "

[alex-just-vibing]

(Daily check up on Alex time!)

Good morning Alex! How are you today? Did you eat before you went to bed yesterday? Did you drink water yet? Have you gotten your daily dose of affection yet? Did you get any yesterday? If not here, have some hearts: <333

I love you. You're a wonderful man, you brighten up everyone's day when you post of even when you just simply exist! You're sweet, silly (/p /aff) and a definite staple in everyone's day.

Alright, have a great day now, remember to take care of yourself and be careful with sharp objects when you cook/bake<3!

Good morning. I'm pretty tired, but other than that I'm fine. I'll be sleeping over at a friend's house for their birthday. And I had dinner, if that's what you're asking? (Admittedly, it would've been almost 8 hours before I went to sleep.) I have not had any water yet. I only just woke up (not even 2 hours ago), so I haven't had the chance for much affection. Though, I don't usually anyways, and no, I didn't really get much yesterday either. Though, I'm sure that hanging out with my friends will let me get some today. Thank you. You have a good day (well, night, but y'know) too

[softxsuki]

Hi luvie I've been kinda MIA but before you close your 400 followers event (100% deserved btw I haven't congratulated you 🤧💜) I wanted to request a Yoongi x Fm Reader with prompts 30 "You make me feel safe", 32 "No one deserves to be alone" & 60 "I could never get tired of you, ever" Fluffy yet angsty in where reader is pushing away Yoongi cause she thinks she's wasting Yoongi's time and well he knows he's not wasting his time on her :)

- 🌊 anon

Yoongi with Reader Who Thinks He’s Wasting His Time On Her

30: "You make me feel safe"

32: "No one deserves to be alone"

60: "I could never get tired of you, ever"

400 Follower Event Rules & Masterlist (Requests for this even are now CLOSED)

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader with low self-esteem, yoongi crying :/

Genre: Angst to Fluff (ish)

Post-Type: Drabble (just pretend it's under 1k words ;))

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you push Yoongi away because you feel like you're wasting his time one night as he's driving you home from work.

[A/N: Hellooooo 🌊 anon! Thank you for participating in my follower event :D. I'm sorry this took me so long to write, I've been super busy at home and also with a few urgent requests that I was sent. I hope you're doing well though and enjoy this! <3]

The car ride was silent as Yoongi drove you home from work.

Your car rides together were usually filled with talks of your day, along with affectionate hand holding, and joyous laughter as you’d both enjoy time together, but today was different. You could hardly look in his direction and had even called him ahead of time before he was supposed to pick you up, telling him that you could just walk, but he had said that he was already on his way. The guilt of taking up his precious time ate away at you. You couldn’t understand why he was still with you.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been a little quiet,” you feel Yoongi eye you from his place behind the wheel.

“Yep, I’m fine,” you tell him, shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat, wishing you could magically teleport home.

“Y/N, look at me, please” he pleads, finally pulling the car over after reading the mood; he knew something was off.

The desperation in his tone broke your heart, but you felt like you were doing the right thing by pushing him away like this–at least you were trying to push him away.

You had been in a relationship with Yoongi for a few months, but lately you felt like a nuisance to him, like you were only getting in the way of his success and his time. He’d go out of his way to bring you lunch and eat together with you at his studio, always enjoying your company. He had even left the studio early many times to drive you home from work like he was that night, since he wasn’t comfortable having you walk home alone late. But what did you have to offer him? Why did you only have to get in his way all the time?

You reach for the door handle, getting ready to leave his car, “You don’t have to continue to do all this for me. I’m only getting in the way of your work and your time. I won’t be mad that you’ve gotten tired of me–so we can just end this here and it’ll be fine. I’ll see you.“

You try to push the door open, but Yoongi fumbles toward you, quickly grabbing hold of your wrist before you could leave his car. He wasn’t the type to get worked up easily, but he was scared that he’d never see you again if he didn’t get the chance to fix whatever was going on between you both.

“What? No no no, Y/N. What are you talking about? I could never get tired of you, ever,” he says desperately, trying to reach you through this resolve that you had built–this lie that you had been telling yourself so often that you now believed it, “Where’s all this coming from? You know I love you, right?”

“How can you love me? What have I ever done to deserve your love?” Your voice breaks as tears threaten to fall from your eyes, “All I do is take take take from you while you’re busy every day at the studio. All I do is make you worry about me and take up your useful time. I’m a dead weight in your life Yoongi.”

He’s flabbergasted that you’d even feel that way. Did you really not know how important you were in his life? How much you’ve helped him through his toughest moments? The inspiration you gave him in the studio?

“That’s not true,” he whispers, moving closer to you, fearful that you’ll slip right through his fingers, “You’ve done more for me than you even know. You keep me grounded and happy. You make me feel safe–safe with being myself. I don’t have to act tough around you like I do with most people in my life. My walls completely crumble whenever I’m with you. I’m truly me when I’m with you and it’s only because you’ve helped me build enough confidence in myself. You give me so much strength and now you want to walk away because you think you’re dead weight?”

He was never openly verbal about his feelings for you. Physical touch and acts of service were his love language. Holding your hand, and driving you home were his ways of saying, “I love you,” even though he would tell you he loved you as well, just not as frequently.

You remain silent, as hot tears start to fall down your face without warning. His words hit you deeply; you needed that kind of reassurance from him.

He continues, reaching forward to wipe your tears as tears of his own fall down his face, “I can cry freely around you without being judged. I can show my emotions to you knowing that you’ll still feel the same about me once I’m done being weak in front of you. I know that you won’t take advantage of me, ever. I love you and I know you love me, so please stop pushing me away. No one deserves to be alone. Especially not you. Not while I have a say in it.”

You finally crumble, allowing him to reach over and wrap you in his arms as you cry together. You didn’t care if the people walking by his car could see you both, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that you had each other at that moment. Relief filled your chest as his words continued to play through your head. You were glad that he loved and appreciated you and needed you in his life just as much as you needed him.

“I’m sorry,” you cry into his chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one that should be sorry. I’m sorry that I made you feel this way. That I didn’t say enough to remind you everyday how much you mean to me. But that changes today. I’ll make sure you know I love you and need you.”

“Thanks,” you whisper into the crook of his neck, glad that the tense atmosphere in the car had lifted as only love and appreciation surrounded you both.

He pulls away with a gummy smile, his tears long gone as he reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

“Let's get you home then.”

You squeeze his hand tightly, glad that it was still there for you to hold, “Sounds good,” you breathe out.

And so he pulls back out onto the road and drives you all the way home, your hands never once separating from each other.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 12/29/2021

[sebstanseabass]

Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 21

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

NOTE: Again, the third person POV starts after this sign: ✪

Tag: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Still covered in nothing but sheets, Bucky was sleeping in your arms by the time you woke up. Little snores were coming out from his mouth. You smiled at the fluttering sound and planted a small kiss on the top of his head. You laid there listless, legs still shaking from what happened last night, and mind still clouded by Bucky's past.

Peter's annoying coffee bean grinder started filling your ears. They echoed against the apartment walls. You internally groaned at the sound. You looked on your right to take a peek at the small gaps between the curtains and the window. It was still quite dark out, the sun almost waking up. The time on the clock read 6:00 in red blinking lights. You let out a sigh. Peter hated mornings, more than Garfield hates Mondays. The only logical explanation of him getting up early in the morning and making loud, annoying noises with that old grinder was that he didn't sleep through the night or he woke up too early with too many things in his mind. You wanted to choose the latter. If he didn't get to sleep last night, there was a tiny chance he could've heard you and Bucky — might've even walked right in the middle of a very heated, wild sex between his best friend and his stepbrother, seeing as you stupidly left the door unlocked (by this time, you were already out of bed, your naked body wrapped with a cheap bathrobe you've had with you since your college days).

You made a mental note to yourself to lock the door all the damn time, now that you and Bucky were being careful.

Last night might have not been the best thing you've ever done but it sure felt so good.

You stepped out of your room and approached the kitchen. Peter had his back on you and was just getting a filter paper from the top shelf.

"Good morning, Peter Parker." You said, earning a genuine shock from your best friend. Your voice came out groggier than you'd expected.

He turned around, a filter paper in his hand. "Jesus, y/n Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry," you replied, "but it's six in the goddamn morning and you've probably woken up the whole building with your grinder."

He went back on his filter paper, placing it inside the coffee machine. That was probably the most expensive thing he'd ever gotten himself. "I ran out of coffee grounds. I had to make them."

You stayed quiet for a while, leaning against the counter and watching Peter pour the grounds into the filter. You watched as he smoothed the grounds with his finger. After a while, he placed both his hands on the edge of the counter, looking at the coffee drip. The whole time, you prayed to God Bucky didn't stir or make any noise in the bedroom. Thankfully, he didn't. He looked like he would be sleeping for a while, anyway.

Biting your lip, you walked to where Peter was standing and stood beside him. You waited for him to say something — anything about any noises he must've heard from last night but there weren't any. If he did, you'd be dead. You and Bucky would be dead.

Moments have passed. The coffee machine whirred on the table. The coffee pot was almost full. The dull kitchen smell was replaced by the inviting coffee aroma. Then, you found my voice

"I'm not sorry for taking the job, Peter." You started, your voice weak, barely a whisper. "I need it. But I am sorry for not appreciating you and your efforts to help me with my career. You have to know that. It's just... you know I feel about the corporate life — "

"I know, y/n." He cut you off. His gaze was now off the coffee maker but at the tiled wall in front. "I'm sorry for reacting that way. I was just tired from the trip." He faced you. A somber look crossed his face. Even if he was, just as he put it, "tired from the trip", you knew he was still hurt. And the more you looked at his baby-like face, the more you wanted to tell him about you and Bucky. You stifled yourself from doing so in your head.

Baby steps, y/n. Baby steps.

"I am proud of you." He stated. "I always have been. I hope you know that."

"Of course I do, Parker." A smile started to settle on your lips.

"It's one of the reasons why I want you to come work in the company. You've got a business degree, and you're a good photographer. And I'm proud of that. But," he paused, "I don't want to upset us both — especially you — by forcing something on you that you clearly don't want. If you're happy, then I'm happy. That's what matters, y/n."

That was a good opening, right? Usually, that was it: the perfect time to tell him that you were dating Bucky. If I'm happy, then he's happy. End of discussion. But things that don't go as planned also usually don't end up as well as you'd hope. After that, all you could utter was:

"Thank you. I am happy."

"And I trust Sam and Bucky."

You nodded, shying away at the mention of your lover.

Trust. It truly was a big and powerful word. The more you looked at Peter, the more the word "trust" started to blur all around him.

You shook your head, dissipating the thoughts swarming in your mind. "I'm starting today, by the way." You said.

"That's great, y/n." He replied. "And who knows, maybe you'll get bigger clients after this. I know Sam has a lot of connections when it comes to independent business owners. Bucky too! He probably knows a lot of models. Maybe he can help you with it, y'know? I mean, he's already helped."

"Maybe. Let's see." By this time, Peter was already pouring the coffee in his favorite mug. The words "Bucky" and "model" weren't sitting right with you. Was it a hint of jealousy on my end?

"Oh, how's it going with Wanda, by the way?" You asked, stirring the question in a different direction. Albeit liking that Peter was warming up to the idea of Bucky helping you, you didn't want to further the topic anymore as it was making you all shake up.

"She's coming in for a meeting today as well, actually. I really hope it goes well. This is the biggest account we've landed."

"That's good." You replied, nodding. Hoping that she wouldn't get Sharon Carter'd during the meeting. But then again, she was Wanda Maximoff — already known for her unremarkable talent. No one would ever think twice to question what she was capable of.

And who am I compared to her, anyway? You thought.

"So... you're starting today!" Peter exclaimed, stirring his coffee after putting in some milk.

"Yes. I have this pitch presentation for Sam and the team. But there's nothing to worry about. The last meeting went well and Sam and I have The Falcons' best interest." Then you told him about how you butted heads with his assistant, Sharon Carter.

"Oh, she's a Schmidt!" He commented, laughing. "Everyone's got a Schmidt."

You laughed alongside him, reminding yourself to beat Schmidt's ass when you see him.

"Man..." he trailed off. "How Bucky could convince you... it's still a mystery to me. You're kind of a hard shell to crack."

You chuckled nervously, gazing down at the floor. You didn't answer. You didn't know what else to say.

You and Peter chatted for a little while, burying the little hatchet you had. You talked more about the trip he'd had with his colleagues, the shocking truth about Steve's past ("Who knew he could write?"). Here, you made a mental note to yourself to perhaps check some articles he had written in the past. You also hoped some of them were online. By the time you and Peter stopped talking, he had already finished his cup of coffee and the sun was almost all the way up in the New York skies.

Before you even got out of the kitchen, you turned around and asked him one thing: "Hey, you still in love with that girl or did the whole retreat thing help you forget her?"

His back was turned to you once again as he was washing his mug. But his actions stopped once you asked the question. His head tilted. "Very much so."

You frowned, crossing your arms. "Very much in love with her still or..."

He turned around, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm still in love with her. Nothing's changed."

"See." You snorted. "The retreat thing was complete crap. Didn't do you shit. My advice for you? Tell her how you feel."

His eyes averted to the tiled floor, continuously nodding his head. "Perhaps."

With that, you left Peter with his lingering thoughts and wished him good luck. You must admit, the curiosity of who this girl he had been in love with for years was eating you. He was the kind of best friend who practically tells you everything that goes on in his life: all the good ones and the shitty ones. But you counted it fair, knowing that you too were keeping a dirty little secret from him. The only difference was your secret involved someone dear to him; whereas, his involved, perhaps, some girl you haven't even met yet. Maybe he met her in the office. Who knows?

You came back to your room, finding Bucky still asleep in your bed. You locked the door behind. The little snores coming out of his mouth were now gone. You woke him up quietly by kissing his temples and his forehead. After a few moments, his eyes fluttered open and a small curve by the corner of his lips started to show. The sun shone on half of his face, his ocean blue eyes absorbing all the light.

"Good morning, handsome." You whispered, smiling at him.

He chuckled and closed his eyes once more, letting his head dip into the pillow, as if shying away from a compliment. "G'morning." He lazily replied. "Is Peter still out there?"

"Yes, he's getting ready for work. You can go out after he leaves."

He rolled towards you, one arm dangling on your waist. "I don't want to go."

"You have to, silly." You giggled.

He shook his head on your tummy, tickling you. You laughed at the way he behaved. Different from the one you had witnessed last night. You stayed in bed for a little while, just in each other's arms, the silence closing in. It was a comfortable silence. One you could get used to. After what had transpired last night, silence was all you needed. Sometimes, it speaks louder than words could. We listened to each other's heartbeats, the sound of Peter's footsteps a few feet away from us, your shallow breathing, and the ongoing traffic just a few stories below

Then, Bucky broke the silence. "I never noticed how loud the traffic could be."

"It's either you've been living in a jungle or in a penthouse that almost reaches the sky."

"I'd like to live in a jungle." He continued. You prepared for his little ramblings, smiling to the wall in front. "So peaceful and quiet. I'd be swinging on vines to vines to vines like Tarzan. I'd like that."

You wanted to tell him a jungle isn't peaceful and quiet, with wild animals lurking around. But perhaps, compared to the human world, it was peaceful. Humans are behaving more like animals these days — or worse than them, even worse than the wild ones. But you liked that he was comfortable enough to tell you all the little weird things that were going on inside his head, all the good and bad, all the big and small. Things he had never uttered to others.

Perhaps it was good that the child in him was still there. At least he still sees the beauty in the world.

His phone vibrated somewhere on the floor, making your thoughts dissipate. He quickly picked it up as soon as he saw the caller ID.

"I have to go, doll." He sighed after talking to whoever was on the other line, picking up his boxers and his pants. You tilted your head to the side as he bent down, subconsciously biting your lower lip. "Tony's in the penthouse."

"Stark?" You frowned. "What's he doing in there?"

He pulled his shirt over his head. By this time, Peter had just finished showering. The water in the bathroom had just stopped dripping. "I'm about to find out."

"Peter's still out there. How are you gonna go out?"

His eyes moved to the closed window in front of him. "The same way I got in last night."

I raised your eyebrows, standing up. "In broad daylight? When people could see you? You're crazy."

"Well baby, I'm crazy for you and I see nothing wrong with that." He smirked, making his way towards you. "What's one more crazy thing to do?" He sped towards the window and quietly opened it, letting a cold breeze inside the room. His foot was just outside the window when you grabbed him and placed your mouth on his.

"Thanks for telling me about your past last night." You said, pulling away. It needed to be said. Now, you felt that you knew him better, knew the deep parts of himself he had been keeping, rather than the parts you already know about him. "I really appreciate it."

A soft smile landed on his lips. His hand caressing your jaw. "Thanks for listening, doll."

Then, he climbed down the fire escape, vanishing like Aladdin on his magic carpet.

--

The inviting smiles of the marketing team invited you into the conference room (the same one as last week) as soon as they saw you walk in. With your head held high, red lips, stilettos, and a bunch of papers and a laptop in hand, you shook all their hands with your free one, introducing yourself. Your eyes landed on Sharon who just gave you a nod. You turned around and fixed all the things you needed for your pitch on the table and felt a bit sad about you and Sharon's little exchange.

You were the only women in the room. The least you guys could do was to back each other up but clearly, it wasn't the way she usually goes. Or maybe she just really hated your guts.

While waiting for Sam to arrive, you practiced the speech you've had prepared a few days ago in your head as you skimmed the slides you prepared — all the color schemes, the tones, the framing, everything were on there.

Sharon approached you hesitantly. You looked up and gave her a questioning look, your fingers suspended in mid-air against the touchpad of your laptop.

"Barnes not coming with you today?"

"No." You briefly replied.

You went back to your presentation but Sharon didn't budge. She just stood there, looking down on you. "Can I help you with something or are you just gonna stand there?"

"You're not so bad, Ms. y/l/n." She said, startling you.

"What?"

"I saw your online portfolio." She answered. "You're good. I mean, you're no Maximoff but yeah, I guess you have potential. You just need a bit of push and the right audience."

You looked back up, giving her a small smile. Albeit the backhanded slap, it was the nicest thing she had ever said to you since day one. "Thank you."

"I'm looking forward to what you might bring to The Falcons."

"And I as well."

Sam arrived a bit later, having had some problems with the shipment of the next batch. You asked if this was going to be a problem in the production for the shoot but assured you and everyone else that it wouldn't be. Not anymore.

Bucky sent you a short text message right before you started the pitch, attached with a photo of him in a black hoodie with an unamused expression crossing his face. The hood perfectly framed his face in a weird way.

The day got dragged in seconds. Even though your pitch presentation about the production and post-production of the photos ended in a New York minute, with no further questions asked (surprisingly), the interview with the countless models and athletes took longer than you thought. Some even flirted with you (and not so subtle, you might as well add) to get the job. That alone just said a little too much of their work ethic and professionalism — which none of them had.

"She's taken, buddy." Sam glared at the model right across from you. "Move along now."

We watched the Australian model get up with a huff, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

"I could've taken care of that, y'know." You sneered. "I don't need you looking out for me when Bucky's not around."

He scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. His eyes on the papers lined up on the table. Beside you, Sharon was scribbling something on a piece of paper, double checking all the resumes, and couldn't care less about your conversation.

"Bitch please. I ain't looking out for you, kid. I'm looking out for Bucky."

"Sure, you are." You smiled, your eyes following the next model entering Sam's office. "Admit it, you care about me."

"Ha! You wish." His body language did say exactly that but his smiling eyes said otherwise.

The series of interviews went well after that, less people flirted. If not with you, with Sam and Sharon as well. Despite that, you've met people from different walks of life; people with stories to show and tell through photographs, stories worth telling, people who have been through success and failure, who have been marginalized by people who think of themselves as superior beings, people who are still finding purpose in life. And this is what you adored in this project and what you loved about photography. It was more than making money, more than a business, more than a face. It's all about the stories behind. And you couldn't wait to capture these stories in your lenses once you've chosen the twenty models and athletes.

After the long interview, you bid goodbye to Sam and Sharon, thanking them for the time and the work you've had today. To your surprise, you saw Sharon curve up a small smile as she shook your hand. Maybe you'd get along after all. Who knew?

You hailed a yellow cab in front of Sam's building and went straight to the bar, texting Bucky that you were on your way. You smiled, sitting closer by the window, looking up at the sunset hues in the sky. Now, whenever you looked at the sunset, all you could think of was Bucky.

As you looked above, some striking letters caught your eye: Stark Industries. The biggest, most famous business franchise there ever was not just in New York but in America. Tony Stark had hotels, restaurants, clubs -- you bet there wasn't something he hadn't owned yet.

Upon getting at the bar, Bucky was already sitting on the high stool by the counter. You were getting ready to hug him from behind but seeing Peter get out from the toilet stopped you. Instead, you went for a small smile and a wave. You would've killed to hug him and kiss him after a long day.

Nat wasn't around for her shift tonight, so it was just Nick and the other guys going around for orders. You wondered if Steve too was around or not but it looked like he wasn't. Well, that explains things. It wasn't that hard to put two and two together.

The bar's atmosphere was different without Nat around. Everyone was nice.

"Hey, it's Miss Big-Shot!" Even Nick was nice. "What can I get for ya?"

You ordered a non-alcoholic drink while telling Peter and Bucky how things went through today, secretly wishing it was just you and Bucky. You would've been sitting close together, thighs grazing each other, fingers brushing against each other under the counter, like a couple morphing into one entity.

You secretly kept glancing at Bucky, wondering what was in his mind, wondering if he too wished the same thing you had wished for, wondering if he would kiss me every chance he'd get to. You weren't a big fan of the whole PDA thing but when it came to Bucky, you'd let him do anything to you anytime, anywhere.

After you told them how your day went, you decided to ask a stupid question: "Oh hey, Bucky, how'd it go with Tony?"

Silence filled the counter. Bucky's eyes filled with horror while Peter shot you a questioning look. Then, he looked at Bucky. "You saw Mr. Stark today?" Then, back at you. "Wait, ho-how did you know about that?"

It was a good thing you were quick to think off the top of your head. "Bucky and I ran to each other in Manhattan and I asked how he was doing and then he told me about it! Right, Bucky?"

"That's it!" He replied, smiling awkwardly. "We did and yes, I told her."

"Aw, man. Mr. Stark never answers my phone calls or messages." Peter pouted. "What did you guys talk about?"

Bucky shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. "Business stuff. He says he wants me to be more... present. You know how he is."

But Peter didn't seem to mind about Bucky's reply. "How come he doesn't call me?"

"Oh my god, Parker, are you jealous?" You laughed, nudging his shoulder.

"Well, he never calls me!"

"Aw, is daddy too busy for his little boy?" You joked, pinching his cheeks which he slapped away.

"Ew, don't call him that!" Peter exclaimed, playfully glaring at you. "And he's not my dad! He's his dad!" He pointed at Bucky with his thumb."

"I'm adopted."

"Which technically means he's your dad." He replied. "Did he say anything about me?"

"No, not really." Bucky chuckled at Peter's whining, putting a hand on his shoulder, as if reassuring him. "Don't worry, kid. We'll go pay him a little visit and you can curse him out if you want. I'll be happy to back you up."

"Oohh, I can never do that to Mr. Stark."

"Why not?" You asked. "He's not your father. I say go curse him out."

"He's Tony Stark!" He exclaimed. "You'd be crazy to do that."

"You are such a baby, Parker." You groaned.

"I know." Peter smirked. "That's why women find me adorable."

"Gross." You cringed at him, throwing a cashew nut to his face. "Never ever say that again."

After about an hour of catching up, you three went to the apartment, the awkward silence during the elevator ride killing you each passing second.

You and Bucky stood behind Peter as he struggled to open the door, a little too close for Peter's liking (if he could see us now). Bucky slowly hooked his pinky with yours. You looked at him with a small smile on your face, then down at your pinkies hooked together.

They looked like a little knot on a string.

Bucky looked straight ahead, a sly smile playing on his lips as his hand moved from your hand to your ass. You slightly jumped at the contact, a small blush covering your cheeks. He removed it immediately when Peter managed to open the door after mumbling a few profanities under his breath. You quietly whimpered at the absence of Bucky's touch.

You went straight to your room after that, leaving Bucky and Peter in the living room. While changing, you noticed a gift-wrapped box sitting on your bed. It was a sleek black medium-sized box, adorned with a thick black ribbon, and thin silver ribbons. You frowned at it as you unbuttoned your blouse. You brushed your hand against the ribbon, looking for a note but there was none.

Once you put on some house clothes, you sat on the bed and carefully opened the box. You gasped as you carried the lid. Inside was the Nikon D850 — exactly what you've been wanting — and three different lenses, each with a different purpose.

"Bucky, you son of a bitch." You mumbled, adoring the equipment laid out on the bed.

On the bottom of the box, was a little white note that read:

For the most talented person I know.

Yours,

B.

You glanced at the door as you heard Bucky's laugh echoing against the apartment walls and immediately got out of your room. Peter was already walking to his room to change, leaving you and Bucky in the living room.

"You're welcome, doll." He whispered.

You wasted no time to push him towards the kitchen, and trapped him on the counter, your lips already smashing his. "You don't know how much I've wanted to do that since I saw you at the bar." You breathed out.

"Oh trust me," a quick peck on the lips, "I know."

"Bucky, the gift — "

"Is not too much."

"I was going to say I appreciate it." You smirked. "I think I know you well enough now not to say those kinds of things. But — "

He groaned, throwing his head back. "No buts, baby, please. Unless it's your butt." Then he, the cheeky guy he was, moved his hands on your ass, squeezing them.

"But..." You placed his hands back on your waist, giving him a look. "You don't have to do this all the time, okay?"

"I'm not making any promises."

"James, I mean it."

"Y/n." He smirked. "I mean it too."

"You're never gonna stop, aren't you?" You sighed, gazing into his eyes.

"You know me well enough to answer that question yourself. Now, what do you say when you've received something from me?"

"That's not fair. When you give it to me," you pushed your crotch against his, earning a slight groan from his end, "I normally don't say thank you. How come I should say it now?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "You're really something else. You know that, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "The amount of times you've told me that, Bucky, I swear — "

Then, he shut you up by kissing you softly on the lips. "Where's my thank you?"

You giggled, pressing against him harder. "How about I say thank you in a different way? How's that sound?"

"Right here? Doll, y'know I'm not one for a quickie. If I want to fuck you — "

The sound of Peter's door opening made you jump off Bucky faster than the speed of light. Peter entered the kitchen as you pretended to grab something from the fridge.

"So... this was nice." Bucky said, peeling himself away from the counter. "But I have to go. It's getting kind of dark now plus Howard's waiting for me downstairs."

You watched as Bucky and Peter exchanged their goodbyes by the door, and watched your lover walk away from you without a short hug.

As soon as you went back to your room, your phone rang. You immediately picked it up seeing Bucky's name on the screen.

"If I want to fuck you — and trust me, I always want to — I'd be doing it all day, all night. My place tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you, my little devil."

And with that, you laid on your bed, together with Bucky's gifts, with the thought of Bucky pleasuring you in all ways possible running through your head.

✪

Steve Rogers strode in the mirrored hallways of the Stark industries with Jarvis right beside him, dreading for this spontaneous meet to end. Keeping his head low, he asked Jarvis:

"What does Stark want from me now, Jarvis?"

Jarvis gave him a side-glance, not uttering a single word.

"Oh come on, now." Steve looked at the blonde beside him. "Don't be shy. Usually, you have the right words to say."

But Jarvis didn't budge. He knew Tony well enough not to talk to Steve. Besides, it wasn't any of his business. He was just Tony's little errand boy -- alright, perhaps errand boy was a bit degrading. His... assistant. Someone who does the dirty work for the boss.

"The silent treatment? Really?"

Jarvis internally groaned. Steve didn't use to talk that much back in the good old days. Almost reaching Tony's office, Jarvis showed him the way but Steve stopped him.

"Yeah, yeah. I know where it is." Steve huffed.

"Very well, then."

"Oh, now you talk." Steve said, stopping right outside Tony's tall metallic doors. Jarvis offered him utter silence. "Always a pleasure, Vis."

Tony Stark sat on his cushioned throne, trailing a little yellow cab with his fingers, as if playing with toy cars. Once he heard the door close behind him, he turned around and met Steve's cold blue eyes.

"Mr. Rogers." Tony acknowledged, eyeing Steve from his head to his feet. "Please, sit down."

"I won't be long."

"I'm afraid that's not for you to tell." Tony's voice was firm. Authoritative. Something Steve never missed. "We have much to discuss."

Steve sighed, defeated. He had no other choice but to sit across from the jerk.

"If you're here to tell me to shut up about that thing you don't want Bucky to know, don't worry, I will."

"So..." Tony trailed off, pulling himself closer to his table. "You know that I know."

"It was more of a guess." He replied, frowning. "But knowing you, I just knew it to be true."

"Alright," Tony exhaled, minding Steve's cockiness, "let's cut to the chase here. Your little bar? Captain Brews? I want to buy it."

"No."

Tony was taken aback by Steve's swift answer but he didn't show it. People always said yes to Tony. Always. "I'm afraid that word isn't a part of my vocabulary."

"See, that's where we differ 'cause in mine, it is." Steve answered, keeping his voice strong and steady. "I don't want anything to do with you. I did everything you told me to. Leave me and my bar alone."

"How much do you want for it?"

"What?"

"Ten million? Fifteen?"

Steve scoffed, biting his lower lip. "I told you, I won't tell Bucky what I know. I've burned all the papers, all the articles, all the drafts. There's no evidence left. Buying the bar just to have your strings on me won't do you any good, Stark. I won't allow it. You've already had my word before, right? What's one more?"

[lilallama]

Valentines Day

TW: Obsessive behaviour, mentioning of stealing and slight homophobia, proceed with caution!

"Taehyung sweetie, wake up.~"

I groan and turn in my sheets, slowly regaining consciousness. "I've prepared you breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs." The clacking of my mother's heels echoed through the hall as she went away. Groggily I sit up and stretch. I push my bangs out of my eyes I stare towards the window to my left. The sun shines through the thin curtains casting an orange light on my bedroom wall. I yawn and stand up, pulling the curtains aside and flooding the room with light. I take a moment to look outside, admiring our beautiful garden before remembering what day it is. Today is Valentines day! My God/Goddess asked me to meet up with them. Oh, spending Valentines with my saviour is the best thing to have ever happened to me!

I rush to pick out a white dress shirt, a khaki sweater vest with a black pair of slacks. After also brushing through my hair to untangle any knots I opened my secret Y/n shrine. The picture of their smiling face makes my heart pound so fast. They are otherworldly, absolutely ethereal! I take out a shirt of theirs which I borrowed a while ago. If I close my eyes it still smells like them, it's addictive.

Just to make sure that no items were robbed from their place I go through all items once again. Five chewed on pencils, a small box of empty wrappers, my 20 most favourite photos of them, the candle they accidentally bit into because they thought it was edible, the borrowed shirt, a pair of their underwear, a bunch of pins and hair ties they touched, the bundle of 36 hair strands I managed to collect (I only collect the hairs that have fallen out, I would never dare to cut or rip out my God's/Goddess' hair) and my water bottle which they drank out of (I had to buy a new one to keep this in my shrine but it was so worth it). All my items were there.

Suddenly I hear clacking and a small thud. I turn around in confusion, what just happened? But then I hear Yeontan's bark from the other side of the door. He ran against the door again. I can't help but laugh as I go to open the door for him. He jumps up a bit so I kneel down to pet him. "I'm meeting up with Y/n today, isn't that exciting!" Yeontan immediately started yapping, he loved my God/Goddess almost as much as I do. It's really incredible what an effect Y/n has on everyone, they all seem to love them. Well, then again that is expected to be the case considering Y/n is such a godly being.

"Taehyung!" "I'm coming!" My mother called me again. "Come on, boy." I hurry downstairs with Yeontan following me. "Good morning, Ma. Good morning, Pa." My father nodded at me while my mother beckoned me to sit down and eat. While I finish my breakfast my mother was talking about a lot of stuff. "Have you heard, they're trying to make gay marriage legal here. That is complete nonsense! God created a man and a woman for a reason." I have no clue what my mother was raging about. I concluded that she's probably just misinformed, Y/n said that being part of the lgbtq community is completely natural and alright. I know they know better than anyone else. "What's so bad about it, Ma?" My mother looked at me with horror. "They can't help who they're attracted to. It's all natural, isn't it?" My mother shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed, "Being gay or trans or something is inherently selfish! Gays are selfish! Men and women were created by God to conceive a child and stop the human kind from getting extinct. Trans are selfish! God gave you a body and you chose to change it in it's entirety! Such behaviour is unacceptable." "But I thought God loves everyo-" "Where have you even gotten that idea? Maybe you should go back to homeschooling. Clearly these other kids are having a bad influence on you." I look over to my father who just continues reading the newspaper. I respect my mother but she clearly isn't ready yet for the wisdom Y/n has bestowed upon me. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. "Look at the time we'll have to go now." Right, it was Sunday which means we're going to church. I always like going there, the windows astound me everytime. And the pastor is always so welcoming and friendly. I vividly remember asking him about the lgbtq community after Y/n had told me about them. He said that God loves everyone regardless of their sexuality or gender identity. He truly is a wise man.

As soon as we returned my father got a call from a business partner. They said they'd have to go now and want me to take Yeontan with me to my meet up. While I was a bit saddened that I couldn't be alone with my God/Goddess I decided it wouldn't be a problem.

Yeontan excitedly trots besides me as I make my way to the place where my saviour and I would meet up. I debated getting them a bouquet of red roses for Valentines day, but figured that the 20 letters, 12 stuffed animals and 18 bouquets I gave them during the past week would be enough, for now. As I make my way there I couldn't conceal the excitement I felt. Getting the chance to spend time with my Master/Mistress was something I believed I'd only ever dream about. The euphoria I feel from the mere thought of getting to see them today is dizzying.

Suddenly Yeontan starts barking and storms off. He never leaves my side, that's why he's not kept on a leash. To see him run away from me like that was surprising at best. But then I notice the reason for his behaviour. The puppy ran towards Y/n who was waiting for me a few metres away. How could I have just ignored my saviour like that! What I did was unacceptable. I would punish myself, but it would likely ruin Y/n's day, I can't let that happen. So I run after Yeontan, towards my God/Goddess.

"Good morning, Y/n! I'm sorry about him." I look down at Yeontan who's still getting pet by Y/n. He better cherish that they're even looking at him. It's bad enough that he practically demanded pats from them. So disrespectful. "No worries. He's so adorable!" At least Y/n seemed to enjoy his behaviour. I doubt it would work if I behaved that way towards them, but that's for another day to find out. "I dearly hope you didn't have to wait too long." They smile up at me. Oh, their smile is to die for. So incredibly perfect! I feel my knees getting weak. "Don't worry about it. I just arrived too." Yeontan started barking again and was noe excitedly jumping around, making Y/n laugh. "Awe! Yeontan is so adorable. I didn't know you'd take him with you." "It was unexpected for me as well." They stand up and take my hand. My heart is beating so fast, I feel as if I'm about to explode. It's getting harder to breathe. "Let's go now!" We start walking along the path with Yeontan rushing after us.

We sat outside a small café and each ordered our desired dessert. "Have you ever been on a date?" That question caught me off guard. "Oh, no. I haven't." I believe that much was quite obvious, but perhaps I was mistaken. They look surprised, shocked almost. "Really? How come? Aren't you getting asked out left and right?" "I suppose I just never had interest in anyone. I barely know those who ask me out. They're all so shallow to confess without knowing anything about me." Just then the waiter returned with our desserts. We thank him before we start eating.

Both of us watch as Yeontan is running around and playing in the snow. I look over to see Y/n smile at him, leading me to also smile. I adore their smile. Everything about them is so perfect. I could stare at them for hours and never get bored. Each detail is something new, something beautiful to discover. Unable to take y eyes off them I-

"Excuse me." Who dares interrupt my special time with my God/Goddess?! Two girls stood next our table. One almost cowering behind the other and mumbling something along the lines of, "Oh my god, no. Jess, don't." But I really couldn't care less. "My friend thinks you're really cute and was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with her." So annoying. I eye them down and make one thing clear. "I'm not interested." The girl cowering behind the other looked disappointed, perhaps ashamed. Good. She should be. After they interrupted my date with the Y/n they can go burn for all I care. "Have a good day." After the girls back away with the other girl exclaiming, "What a jerk!" I turn my attention back to Y/n. "Uhm, wasn't that a bit harsh?" They looked unsure. "Was it? I thought it was reasonable. Better to tell the truth than lead them on, am I correct?" They took another bite of their dessert. "I guess you're right."

We had a grand time strolling through the park, even having a snowball fight. They won. Obviously I could not compete with my God/Goddess, no one could ever. Yeontan was also very entertained as he kept trying to catch the snowballs as they flew over his head. Soon the sun began setting. It was incredible how fast the time flew by. Both our clothes were slightly damp due to the snow. I didn't think much about it untill Y/n began shivering. No no no no! My saviour could get sick, or die! I couldn't let that happen. I take off my jacket and gently place it over their shoulders. "But, won't you be cold?" I give them a reassured smile. "Don't worry about me, my God/Goddess. If I may, I'd love to accompany on your way home." They let out a bashful chuckle, making me melt. I feel my entire body heating up from that gorgeous chuckle. Their power over me is simply astounding.

All the way home I keep my arm atound them in hopes of providing some form of warmth for them. I cannot bear knowing that they're freezing. Never would I be able to forgive myself if they'd catch a cold. Yeontan was also slowly getting tired, which was by bo means a surprise considering how he played and jumped around all day. "Thank you for bring me home, Taehyung." Hearing them say my name makes my entire body tingle and flutter. "You do not have to thank me, Y/n. It was an honour!" Whatever I expected, it was not feeling their lips against mine. My mind went blank and I could barely stand. I felt dizzy, yet so so good! They gave me my jacket back after the short peck and laughed. "Goodnight!" Then they went inside and closed the door. I stood there for a moment, shocked at what had happened yet freling absolute bliss. After a minute or so I manage to finally pull myself together. I put on my jacket, it smells like them! And then I picked Yeontan up and walked home.

Oh, this day was the best I've ever had!

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Impossible - Chapter Seven

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4,158

We sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes.

Why was I feeling so ashamed? I didn't have to be ashamed around him. I barely knew him and the little that I did know, was the cause of my bad day. I shouldn't care what he thinks. But for some reason, I do care.

"What are their names?" He finally said something. I looked up at him to see him looking right back at me. I gave him a half smile.

"Um, Camden and Matthew." I said just above a whisper. I now was completely regretting telling him. I knew he was probably going to ask more questions about them.

He smiled slightly, "I like those names, which one is older?" He was just making conversation but I was so uncomfortable talking about this.

"Well Camden, she is almost four and Matthew is almost three." I looked up at him, and waited for his reaction. He smiled bigger first and then the smile disappeared completely.

"Um, I don't mean to pry but can I ask you a more personal question?" He just looked at me waiting for a reaction. I simply nodded.

"Do you have a boyfriend, or married or something. I mean, it's okay if you do but I don't want to get you in trouble with anyone." I sighed.

"No, I'm not married and I don't have a boyfriend. Their father is not involved in either of their lives." It was weird how much information I was just freely passing unto him. At least I know now that I won't have to worry about Jared bothering me again. After tonight, I will never see him again. He probably thinks I am slut.

"Oh, I see." He said smiling again. Silence fell between us and I just wished that the waitress would come back so we could order our food and get closer to getting home and away from this awkward situation.

Jared looked like he was about to say something but was interrupted when a waiter practically ran into our table.

I looked up and froze at who I saw.

"Good evening, my name's Spencer and I am your server. Have you decided on what you would like?” He first looked at Jared.

Jared looked at me, "Ladies first."

The waiter looked over at me for the first time and I looked up at him. Our eyes met and I could see his entire attitude change. He smirked.

"Y/n/n? Well fancy meeting you here. How've you been? Are you dating again?" He asked eyeing Jared.

Jared looked confused.

I looked away from Spencer knowing that my face was tomato red. I stared and studied my hands.

"I, uh..." I didn't know what to say but I didn't get a chance to answer.

"Yes, she is on a date and I have no idea what that has to do with the fact that you have not taken our orders." Jared interrupted causing both Spencer and I to look at him with wide eyes.

Spencer chuckled to himself. "Whoa there fella, I was just trying to catch up. I used to be kinda close to this catch, if you know what I mean." He said 'this catch' while pointing at me.

I didn't say a word, I just looked down again. I was totally humiliated. I know that I was still upset at Jared for what he had done today but I couldn't even begin to describe how embarrassed I felt watching this happen.

"Well, I can see why you are not close anymore if you compare being with a woman to catching a fish." Jared spat.

I looked up at Jared+ and wondered why he was defending me. He really doesn't know anything about me, except for that fact that he has questions about the darkest time in my life. I just kept quiet while I waited to see what was going to happen.

Spencer's eyes narrowed and I could see that familiar look. He was getting angry and that is definitely not a good thing.

He opened his mouth to probably tell Jared to ‘fuck off’ but was cut off by Jared, "I think it is time for you to do your job and take our orders, or am I going to have to go talk to your manager?" Jared stated with authority.

Spencer seemed to realize what his current position was and his face went from angry to bored.

"Fine, whatever. What'ya gonna get." He said trying to seem bored, but could tell that he felt defeated. He knew that there was nothing he could say while he was working.

"Like I said, Ladies first." Jared said and both of their attentions turned back to me.

I was still frozen in place. It was like I had forgotten how to talk.

"Well, come on. If you hadn't noticed, it's really busy and I haven't gotten all night." Spencer snapped.

"I, uh. I want the seasoned chicken with vegetables." I said not making eye contact with him.

Spencer scribbled it down and turned to Jared.

Spencer just gave him a look that said if we were anywhere else, he would have punched him.

Jared smiled, "I will have the 6oz steak, please."

Spencer scribbled it down and looked back up at Jared waiting for him to say more, but when Jared didn't say anything, he sighed and spoke up.

"How do you want it cooked?" Spencer asked obviously annoyed.

Jared smirked, "Medium well, please."

Spencer didn't say a thing as he collected our menus and turned to walk away.

I watched as he stepped away and then turned around and smirked at me. It was not a good smirk. I knew he was planning something. Jared interrupted my thoughts, "Who was that? How does he know you?"

I looked at Jared. He looked like he was generally concerned.

I sighed looking in the same direction that Spencer has just walked away from us. I didn't want to talk about it, and in all honesty, I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to go as far away from this place as I could. I was starting to break down. I was no longer mad at Jared for what he had done to me earlier. All I cared about now was not wanting to remember what had happened so long ago. I remained quiet trying to arrange the words that would help me describe how much I wanted to leave, with out hurting Jared's feelings.

After a few minutes of me ignoring Jared's question, Jared cleared his throat, making me look up at him. He had concern written all over his face. "Are you okay?" He asked staring right into my eyes.

I couldn't look away and I just couldn't lie. "Honestly," my voice was so shaky "I'm not okay. I don't want to be rude, but if it's okay with you, I'd like to go now."

Jared looked slightly hurt but nodded as he began to get up. He obviously knew something was wrong and didn't want to make me feel uncomfortable, which surprised me. Most guys wouldn’t have cared about how I was feeling, they would have wanted to stay and eat and ignore my issues.

He went first and I followed him through the crowd and out to the parking lot.

Jared helped me get in and soon followed by getting in himself. He didn't start the car though, he just sat there for a minute before looking over at me.

"I know that you are upset by what happened, but do you want to go home, or did you just want to leave this particular restaurant?" Jared asked seeming like he was scared of how I would react to his question.

I had no idea how to answer his question. It had been such a long time since I had seen Spencer and it still hurt to see him. It brought me right back to that time. It honestly felt like I had open wounds; like a never ending bleed. I felt like running away from everything. Spencer, Jared, my job... but then, all I pictured was my kids. Those beautiful faces and how sweet and innocent they are. I love them so much. They are the reason why I work so hard. I need the money and the insurance from them. All I want to do right now is be with them.

I sighed remembering Jared's question. "Look, I've had a long day. I know that you wanted to go out and eat, but if it's okay with you, I would really like it if you could bring me home now." I didn't even look at Jared as I said this. I could audibly hear him sigh.

I heard Jared start his car, but then was quickly startled by Jared's response. "No!"

I was forced to look up at him. I raised an eyebrow. Was he serious?

"What?" I asked.

He put both hands on the steering wheel and turned towards me.

"I said no. I am not going to bring you home just yet." he replied. Typical, every guy needs to be in control and have everything go their way. 

This time is different though. Something snapped and anger suddenly rose up inside of me. I couldn't help it. All of the frustration and this emotional roller-coaster that today has brought me through, it all just bubbled up and burst out at this moment.

"You can't be serious. I am exhausted. I worked my butt off to serve you hand and foot after you messed up everything for me at work, and then you practically force me to go out with you when I clearly had no interest. You finally pick a restaurant and our waiter just so happens to be my abusive ex-husband who left me after he realized he didn't want a family anymore. He left me to deal with our children alone. I've told you personal things about myself that you had no right to know and now all I want is for you to take me home so I can relax after the worst day ever. Do you have enough decency in you to respect that?!" I yelled. I was on the verge of tears. I was fuming mad but I was an emotional wreck.

He looked taken aback but then his face changed back.

He never looked away; he just kept his gaze on me.

"Y/n, I don't know what is going on in your life. You're right. I barely know you, and I didn't deserve for you to tell me everything that you did. I am so sorry for all of the damage that I caused today. But, I know that I cannot take you back home right now."

"Oh, and why's that?" I snapped.

He had a sideways smile, "Because I know exactly what you need."

"And what is it that I need?"

"You'll see." He said as he put the car in gear and began to drive.

I had been trying to convince him for about ten minutes that he was practically kidnapping me. He just smiled and shushed me.

I gave up trying to get him to bring me home after a while because it just made me more tired and it was just easier to give in.

After a moment of my silence he reached toward the radio and said, "Perfect! I was waiting for you to calm down so that I could do this." He turned up the volume and the very opposite of what I expected to hear came pouring out of the speakers. It was classical music.

I looked at him and was about to open my mouth when he interrupted me, "Ah, no. Shush! The more quiet you are, the faster this will be over. I promise." He turned towards me as he said, ‘I promise’. I sighed and rested back on my chair.

I looked out the window and couldn't figure out where I was. But all I could see were the beautiful leaves. It's getting to be the prime time in autumn and the leaves are beginning to change. It was so beautiful. I just stared out the window mesmerized by the natural beauty of the season.

Before I realized what was happening, Jared pulled into a drive-thru. It was a place I had never heard of. It was called Tracy's Beanery. He stuck his head out the window and ordered something. I couldn't hear what he said. He didn't ask me if I wanted anything. I was getting aggravated as he pulled up to the window to pay. They took his money, handed him the change and the gave him two hot drink cups. He said a thank you as he drove away. Before we left the parking lot, he pulled quickly into a parking space and put the car in park.

He handed me one of the cups and said, "Alright, this is what is going on. I want you to sit back and relax. I don't know a lot about you but I do know that everyone needs to take a break now and then. You need just a few minutes of peace. And I know that if I took you home right now, that is not what you would get. Drink this. It is hot apple cider. Tonight is a beautiful night. You can enjoy the ride as we see all of the beautiful leaves and listen to some relaxing music. You don't even have to talk. Just give me an hour. One hour and then you can go home. I promise." He raised his hand like was saying 'scouts honor' as he promised.

He was right. If he brought me home right now, the kids would be crazy and it would be impossible for me to get them settled but if I waited a little longer then Riley would have already put them both to bed. And I do love apple cider...

I looked down in my lap defeated. I guess it kinda would be nice to not have to do anything at all.

"Fine," I sighed, "But only for one hour." I stated. Jared's face lit up.

"Good." He said as he turned the music up just a little and began to drive.

We had driven around for fifteen minutes and I was completely relaxed. I never really knew how nice it was to listen to classical music. I never really even thought about it before, it wasn't my thing but all I knew is that it was nice. The apple cider was so good, too. I was almost done with mine. They must have made it right there at the cafe. And all that mixed with the smooth drive and the beautiful weather, I was out of my element. I honestly had never felt so relaxed in my entire life.

I almost forgot that Jared was there until I felt his hand touch mine. I looked at him. His hand was still on mine. It wasn't an accident. He had reached over on purpose.

"Is that okay?" he asked as he continued to drive along the road.

I didn't feel like he was trying to make a move on me. It really felt like he cared. Like he was holding my hand to let me know that I wasn't alone. It was more of a friendly gesture than a romantic one. And for some reason, I was okay with it.

I responded with soft, 'Yeah' and he held my hand a little tighter. And we continued to drive with the only sound being the music from the radio.

It was actually nice. I can't believe how much I was enjoying myself. It was all so simple. A car ride, leaves, apple cider, a hand-hold but it felt like medicine. Like it was taking away everything that had made me sick. It was melting away stress and allowing me to relax far better than I have before.

But all too quickly the hour was up and I looked around outside the window and realized where we were. We were back at work. How he managed that, I'll never know.

He let go of my hand to put the car in park. And then just sat back and looked out his window.

After a few moments of silence I decided to break it. I mumbled a quick "thank you."

He turned back towards me with a soft smile. "You're welcome! I hope you were able to relax just a little."

"I did. I don't know how I went from furious to depressed to furious and then to content, but it was really nice. Even though you had to kidnap me to get me to do it."

He had a playful smirk. "I didn't actually kidnap you. You didn't have to take me up on my offer but I'm glad you did." His smile was contagious and just made me smile back at him. But it quickly faded when I realized that I had to get home to the kids and then, get myself to bed so that I could rest up enough to be able to work tomorrow.

"Um, thank you for this. It was really nice but I should be getting home now." I said hoping that he would understand.

His face was calm and understanding.

"Okay, just tell me which way to go." he said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

We arrived at my apartment building and he parked the car. Then he jumped out and ran over to my door and opened it for me. I thanked him and he nodded.

He walked me to the door to the building.

"Y/n, I really enjoyed spending time with you. I hope that we will see each other again very soon. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your night." he said with another winning smile.

"Thank you for insisting that I stick around for that drive. It really was relaxing and exactly what I needed. It definitely balanced out the bad day." We both smiled.

"Well good, I'm glad." He said. "Go get some rest." He opened the door for me.

"Thank you, I will." I said as I began to walk through.

As I stepped in I felt Jared gently grab my wrist.

“Wait,” he said as I turned back around. He was standing, or should I say towering over me. His face was soft and he had a hopeful look on his face. 

“Yeah?” I said confused as to why he stopped me.

He cleared his throat, “I can’t pretend to understand anything that you’re going through but I can tell you that I know what it feels like to have to fight a battle on your own. That’s why I pushed to have you stay with me for the ride because I knew that sometimes just doing something simple to distract yourself can bring rest in a lot of different ways.” He paused waiting for my reaction.

I was overwhelmed with his compassion and also very curious to hear about his struggles as well. I didn’t know what to say, I simply nodded.

He took that as a good sign and continued, “I can tell that you’ve had to face a lot of things by yourself and your very strong. I was an honor getting to spend time with you today and I hope we can do it again soon.” He smiled.

I returned the smile. “I don't think I’ve ever changed my mind about someone so drastically and so quickly then I did today. You started off as one of my worst clients but then you were there for me in ways that I didn’t even know I needed. I didn't want to go out with you but I owe you one after what you did for me today.”

Jared’s eyes got playfully wide, “I don't think so, I think I’ll be making it up to you for a long time. Some men still don’t know how to act when they see a girl the like. I made a fool of myself today.” I chuckled.

“Eh, let’s call it even.” I smiled. Jared smiled a smile that was practically glowing.

“I’ll take that deal.” He said as he held his hand out for me to shake. As our hands connected and shook up and down, he didn’t let go of my hand. 

His smile faded into a more serious face. His eyes locked on mine.

I was a little nervous until his eyes quickly glanced down to my lips. He slowly leaned in and waited for me to make any kind of response. I haven't even known him for more than a few hours but I had already been through a rollercoaster of emotions. I gave into the moment and stepped in closer to him.

That was all Jared needed. His lips came crashing down onto mine. It was a strong kiss but not forceful. It couldn’t believe the sensation that ran through my entire body. It was like I had been plugged in or I was finally awake after being in a coma. I had never felt anything like it before. Our lips came apart and Jared smiled down at me. I mirrored his smile back up to him.

He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a business card and handed it to me. 

“Here, this is my business card. I use the information for work.” He smirked. “What most people don’t know is that I’m too lazy to have two accounts for everything, so that is my personal cell number.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He lightly chuckled at my reaction. “Feel free to text or call me whenever. I’m not going to ask for your number. I feel like I’ve forced you to do enough stuff for one day.” He laughed. “Take as long as you want in reaching out to me, if that is something you’d like to do. Just know that I will be waiting by my phone like every teenage girl in every 80s movie for you to contact me.” He smiled dramatically at me. I laughed at his dramatics which made him flash a real smile down at me.

“Thank you. I’m surprised by how today has turned out but I plan on giving you a call. I just may make you sweat it out for a day or two first.” I giggled mischievously. His pouted his lips and made puppy dog eyes at me. I laughed a little more at his reaction until he perked up.

“You may make me wait but you did say you would call. That’s good enough for me.” He said with a new found spark. I shook my head at his antics.

“Well, I should get inside and relieve Riley from babysitting.” I said as I yawned.

Jared nodded and made a half smile at me as I yawned. “Yeah and you need some rest after a day like today.” He said as he stepped back to clear the path in to the door.

“Yeah, thanks again for tonight.” I said as I stepped inside. 

"Thank you for giving me a very undeserved chance. Goodnight, Y/n. Sleep well and don't forget to call!" He said as he waved.

"I won’t. Goodnight, Jared." I said as I waved back and closed the door. He walked back to his car and then drove away.

As I got in the elevator, I was able to unwind the events of the day.

I started off overwhelmed by the busyness of work then went to being angry at Jared to finally ending in being thankful to him. I don't know how all of those emotions can take a hold in one day but I do know that it was a good day after all. Now, I am exhausted and can actually hear my bed calling my name.

I got to my apartment on the fourth floor. Riley was watching a show on the couch.

"They're both already asleep, and you need to tell me every little thing that happened in the last few hours but tell me tomorrow cause I'm about to pass out." She said as she got up, grabbed her purse and hugged me as she walked out the door.

"Night, Ry. Thanks for everything."

"No problen. Night, Y/n" She said as she walked away to the elevator.

I closed the door and locked it.

I quickly checked on my sleeping beauties and then made my way to my own bed.

All I know is that even after an impossible day filled with impossible people, I am going to get a good night of sleep tonight and maybe I’ll call Jared tomorrow.

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(1) Hi there Coonie, how is the most fabulous raccoon doing? I'm doing okay. I have a couple of hard weeks of university behind me but I am entering the calm time and I can relax a bit and I can see my family more, so excited. I remember the picture from an artist you wanted to show me. I havent been on tumblr that much because of university so I hope I didn't miss it? If you haven't reblogged it yet, no pressure. :)

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PERIDOT BUDDY HEWWO I’VE MISSEDYOUSOMUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA OHMY LOOKA T YOURSELF IN MY INBOX AKSLJDKJF KLDJF YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN I SAW YOU DROP BY AGAIN I KNEW IT WAS YOU EVEN BEFORE I GOT TO THE SIGNATURE I- I - I SAW THE NOTIFICATIONS THAT STARTED WITH NUMBERS AND I WAS LIKE “KAJSDALKFJSKDLJF KLSDJF THIS IS PERIDOT AH” AND IT WAS YOU OMFGHDGFMG IT U, BUDDY, HEWWO,PERIDOT, I’VE MISSE DYOU♡ 

BUDDY HEWWO!  (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ♡

I’ve missed you, Peridot, I’m so happy to see you again in my inbox aaah!! 

The most FABULOUS RACCOON is doing FABULOUSLY!! (ノ*°▽°*) Everything’s been in order, buddy! With minor struggles of EXISTENCIAL CRISIS (」°ロ°)」 but fine! Healing fast and good and basically almost entirely back to my normal life already. I do admit, I dropped the healthy diet for garbage good (I’m a raccoonie, what were you people expecting me to eat!?), but I’m trying to retake it. I wantz to be healthyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

And trying to figure a way to make my own money! I feel bad that all my life I’ve been relying so much on my papas’ money, which I guess is normal, but I’d like to make my own. Only problem is, with my weird school schedule and my only medical order of “not lifting heavy things” and “not doing unnecessary efforts” aren’t helping me to get a job, ahahaha! But I’ll figure something, you’ll see! :3 

Yes, I did guess you were busy or simply were not much in the mood to be much around Tumblr, buddy!! I didn’t say anything because, as I’ve told you, I don’t want you to feel pressure and I can wait as long as it takes, but I did assume you were just busy or away for any reason. So happy to see you drop by again, really! :3

It’s so good that you pulled through those heavy weeks of university. And even happier that you get to be more calm and with your family more often, that’s SOOOOOOOOOOOOO good! :D You enjoy your time, alrighty, Peridot? Gotta sleep well and do what you like and laugh with the family. You deserve your good, nice break after giving your all at school! I’m proud of you, buddy. *pets you*

AAAAH, that drawing!! No, I haven’t reblogged it yet, so no worries, you didn’t miss it! :3 Artist doesn’t often drop in my ask, but I did have the sensation that they weren’t very active a few weeks after my surgery, you know? Like, no notifications or comments or asks. I think artist is sorta shy, but there were usually comments, maybe not in everything, but here and there sometimes. So I assumed that maybe they were busy (I hope so and not that something bad happened!), and I was waiting for both you to be in a much better mood to see, and mostly for artist to come back. Curiously, as I’m replying to you a few days after you dropped this, artist literally just left an ask too! SEE, I’M A GENIUS, THEY WERE BUSY. AH AHA AH *proud laugh* wHAT SORTA GENIUS AM I PERIDOT. I CAN SEE- SEE, I’M EVERYWHERE. U PEOPLE CAN’T SEE ME BUT

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Gonna add a keep reading here, buddy, hope that’s okay with you! :D

Going to a medieval market together would be THE BEST THING EVAH 

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IT’D BE AWESOME. You could be the PERFECT PAL so I can wear the medieval clothes that I like so much but that I can’t wear with others because they- they don’t get it, ya know, they don’t FEEL IT(」°ロ°)」 BUt YOU DO. You understand the magic of medieval fantasy worlds so hence you understand- YOU JUST GET IT. ID ON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU GET, YOU JUST GET IT AKLSDJKSLJFSDKLFJ 

All ‘em awesome adventure clothes. And the fancy ones. And the cloaks and capes and stones and aksjdfldsjfskldfjs kljdsklfjsdklf

Ya know what, what do you mean with ‘it’s never going to happen’ WE NEVER KNOW. WE BE YOUNG. We have time to get goals, ya know? And it’s in my plans to go to Europe at some point anyway! I think my past life was Italian or was obsessed over it, because my point number 1 is going to Italy. I need to go there. Number 2 is Germany, I have to visit one of my absolute best friends in there! And from there, I guess maybe France. And many other places. Europe has that medieval air that I LOVE.

And I don’t know if you’re in Europe exactly, but there’s big chances, right? I do know you’re like 7 hours ahead of me so that’s…CEST? Just like Germany where my buddy lives! But CEST is not only Europe ya know, Africa’s there too! So even if you’re not from Europe exactly, the places I wanna go (I mean, first, because I wanna go EVERYWHERE  hahaha) are still waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay closer to where you are than where I am right now, so YES! Who knows, maybe by the time I get the chance to go there, I can tell you and we can somehow plan to meet some day. AIN’T NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE, PERIDOT, it just takes time :3

O-oh, by the way this is in NO WAY a way to pressure you to tell me where you’re from, that’s your info and it’s fine to keep it!!

Anywa, back to topic!

You guys get medieval markets ALL YEAR LONG? UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH THAT IT SO COOL, AKSJDKDLFJ, I COULD SPEND ALL MY LIFE IN A MEDIEVAL MARKET/STORE/SETTING AND BE HAPPY. I mean, just if- if they have modern toilets, though, hahaha. But you get my point!! The fantasy medieval, that’s my absolute jam and I’m so jealous that you guys get a medieval market all year long! :3

I guess there’s all year long stuff here too, but it’s minor stuff. What we do get is a yearly…event? Where they locate it in a coldish forest (only like 40 minutes from my house!!) and there’s market, yes, but also sword fights and people on horses, you know, those fights wher you ride your horse and use a spear/lance to knock the other off the horse? And lots of dances and music and fire shows (to resemble “dragons”) and juglars and everything, it looks like it gets BIG and good, but I’ve never been to one :( It’s so difficult to find a medieval buddy to go with me, and I have no troubles in going alone but I CAN’T DRIVE ahahahah, and the place is accessible only via car so I require a driving buddy. And I’m too shy to ask my parents ;w;

 A WINTER MEDIEVAL MARKET

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGH

WHAT SORT OF HEAVEN ARE YOU IN OH MY GAWD

Winter is my fave. Only natural for a creature of the moon, I guess! But yep, everything that revolves around winter, snow, the night, the moonie and stuff is MY JAM. So you’re basically saying you get a medieval market, my jam 1, and during winter, my jam 2, IN ONE SAME SOLE THING. PLUS it’s around a LAKE???? 

MEDIEVAL MARKET. AT NIGHT. IN WINTER. AT A LAKE.

ALKSJDLKJDF KLAJSDKLASJDLKSDFHSDKJLASJD 

THAT’S IT. THIS IS A MUST. I HAVE TO GO TEHRE ONE DAY AND AIN’T NOTHING AND NO ONE GONNA SOTP ME AND IT’LL BE THE BEST ADY OF MY STUPID LIFE

this is so ex cit irng adhjdngf f

Honestly buddy, the way you describe that place sounds like my dream spot ;A; Where I could spend all day and all night and not get tired. The medieval market around the lake during winter, and the lights on it when it gets dark, and the little camp fires and the bands playing….it sounds like a dream. I don’t know what it is with all that and to many it may be a bit silly, but I know not to you, when I say that that’s the place where I’d really like to be. I don’t know why! It’s just so like me and what I like. I really want to be there. :’)

Speaking of medieval settings with camp fires and medieval music, you wanna hear my favorite song that sounds exactly like that?

Here you go! :D

See, there’s something about it; the medieval setting, the people around the camp fire, dancing and laughing and eating and being friends, and the music playing just for fun! IT’S BEAUTIFUL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

OH, so you love stones!! that is FABULOUS! (ノ*°▽°*)

I love stones too, but I’m not very acquainted with them nor do I have my collection. But I love them and the magic behind them; ever since I was a child, there were these false fantasy colorful rocks, and I remember to jealously try to keep them when we moved out of my childhood house because I didn’t want them to go missing and I wanted to keep them forever.

Even today there’s something about rocks and stones, whether colorful or not, that I adore. There’s magic in them, somehow. I love to hold them, to look at them. There’s a reason stones are so popular in the medieval fantasy settings that we love, right, Peridot? There’s something magical and abstract about them, it’s amazing!! 

It’s so cute to know you have your stone collection. That is SO AWESOME, buddy!! I imagine it must be absolutely BEAUTIFUL and enchanting. I cna’t imagine all the different types of stones you must have. It doesn’t need to be a giant or big collection to be beautiful and I’m sure yours is, no matter how many stones you have. :3

Gods bless for the markets for making your collection grow!! What a better place to find magical stones than in a medieval market, am I right? Akajsdlksjdfkljs dklajf ksljdf all the pretty things you must have seen and gotten!  Aaaaaaaaaaah :D

OH! I didn’t know Peridots are to keep nightmares away and keep happy thoughts. See, your names suits you PHENOMENALLY! (ノ*°▽°*) At least you always bring happy thoughts and vibes to me. Not sure about nightmares because they’re not frequent to me, but I bet that you’re probably part of that, too, huh. c:

OOH! MOONSTONES DO WHAT!

THAT IS SO AWESOME AHAH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! MOONSTONES TO KEEP NEGATIVE FEELINGS AWAY,AYO, THAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL!! o(>ω

Akajsdlajf aklsjdalsñkfgldjfsdjasld jsalfadf, “it fits perfectly with you” AKSLJDASKL FJKALFJ KGSLHD

PERIDOT NOOOO WHAT AR EYOU DOING TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE AHSDKJALDJ AAAH, YOU SWEET CREATURE YOU (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

“A message from you plus a moonstone nearby […]” ALDJKLÑSAK FAJGALÑSD ÑLKAL JFAPOJD HIFAJD D

PE 

RI

DOT

YOU DON’T DO THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AKSDLJFKLADFJSD FI MEAN YES YOU DO SO YOU GET ALL THE HAPPY VIBES, BUT AKJSLDKJDFSKJ

YOU MAKE ME A SHY GIGGLING MESS WHY YOU DO THAT YOU- YOU SWEET AND KIND AND WONDERFUL CREATURE, YOU- YOU- AAAAAAAH(*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

See, that’s why the raccoonie vibes ALWAYS work! Raccoonies come from the moon, which is the source of the magic of the moonstones, so OF COURSE IT’S LITERALLY MAGIC. See, there’s a reason they don’t fail! ヽ(・ω・)ﾉ

Aaah, dear Peridot, I’m happy that you think so positively of a message and a moonstone! They must definitely work incredibly well as a team. I hope betweem the MAGICAL RACCOON VIBES and the moonstone we can get a Peridot effect and give you good dreams! (o´▽`o)

*is called My prince*

.

Moon raccoon:

AKLJSDJF AKLSJAKLSDJF KLASDJF AHWOWEIKFHSDLKHF DSKLJFLKASDAHG LSKJ FKLSDJFKLSDAHG AHSLG

*CONTINUES UNCONTROLLABLY SPASMING AND FLAILING AND ROLLING ON THE GROUND WHILE ON FIRE*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

PEEEEEEEEEERIDOOOOOOOT

WHAT ARE YOU DOING AJSDSDJGSKJFDF I AM

COMBUSTING

HANDFAJSDHASFH KAFJASKDJDSKG HSKS

*IS A FLAILING MESS AND HAS TO GO AWAY TO CALM DOWN*

AH.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH PERIDOT THAT WAS- SO BEAUTIFUL I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY ;A;

ALSJDLKDSFJKALJDAKSJFDSKLFJSD, the way you said it so casually AKSFSLGJFG

*CLINGS TO YOUR HEAD AGAIN BUT HARDER THIS TIME*

IF I WASN’T GOING TO GET AWAY OF THIS HEAD BEFORE, NOW I AM IN NO WAY EVER DOING IT FOR REAL OKAY

IMMA PET YOU. AND CHOMP ON YOUR HEAD BECAUSE THAT’S HOW I DEMONSTRATE AFFECTTION. AND. I WILL ALSO CRY A LOT BUT THAT’S HAPPY TEARS

Aaaaaaah, Peridot, you SWEETEST most adorable thing yOU- YOU- HNNGHNGND GGNFDJGNH YOU.(*ﾉ▽ﾉ)♡♡

Great job Peridot, now I’m a giggling blushing shy mess that’s rolling around unintelligibly gurgling, AKSLJDFJDKLJFALSKFLSKDFJD

*MOONRACCOON.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING AND CANNOT REBOOT*

Aah, Peridot, buddy, you have no idea how happy I am to see you drop by again and how good it felt to reply to you aksldjklajfsdkj

Thank you SO VERY DAMN MUCH for dropping by again, buddy!! I’m so happy to see you. :3 And thank you LOADS for being as kind and as sweet as usual, HOW ARE YOU REAL ASKDJKLSDJKSLJFAKLASJ

Thank you so much for all the nice things you said and for all that you share with me and EVERYTHING AKSJDAJDF . It’s truly a treasure to see you drop by, anytime, buddy ;w;

*LOUD INHALE*

THANKYOUSOMUCHPERIDOT, FOR EVERYTHING❤

Thank you for being as sweet as usual, buddy. Aakjsldjsdkfsd, I don’t know how to say it enough :’)

ALSO, you have a very pretty color in this ask! Are you happier? Maybe just more at peace. Whatever it is, your color changed really nice for good. That makes me so very happy. :3

Anyway, I hope you too have a very BEAUTIFUL and phenomenal week ahead of you, buddy! 

LOTS of raccoonie magic vibes, and the warmest, fluffiest raccoonie hugs back to you, buddy!! ALL ‘EM HUGS FOR YA! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

Talk to you later! ( ˙꒳​˙ )

[pbandjesse]

I had a pretty excellent day I thought I am pretty tired of my feet hurt. It was a long day it continues to be a long dive but it was good.

I didn't sleep great last night. I woke up and I was just very sad that it was time to go to the museum but I also love the museum. So it wasn't the worst thing in the world.

James drove us to the museum and stopped for breakfast. My coworkers at the market giggled at me because I said a Pop-Tart and my stomach hurt but I can eat McDonald's multiple times a week. Little do they know McDonald's also makes my stomach hurt.

And it was a really nice day. I took over for Ann at 8:30 I got my market stuff all set up and it wasn't my most profitable day but I was pretty close. Two little girls saved all their quarters this weeks they could use my discount machine and they both won a little commission piece. Which was so cute. And they sat down with me and we drew it together and it was super fun. And they were amazed that I could print it right there.

Two little boys who had made friends with last year had brought an entire box of change that they could buy something from me and so I just let them have two stickers for a dollar because you know it doesn't really matter. And they were so excited. The one little boy bought the one that is a stereotypical gamer because he likes swords and I don't think he got the joke because he was four but it was still funny. And I'm glad he liked it.

Again stickers sold great. While I was doing the commission for the two little girls another person came up and I wish I would have gotten more of a chance to talk to them but they bought one of my stickers and put it directly on their skateboard and I felt so cool that my work is now on their skateboard! They also bought one of my plushies. I love when people buy my plushies when they're adults. Makes me so happy.

Halfway through the morning Callie came in hung out with me. I was so excited to see her and we haven't been able to connect because we're both too busy so it was so nice that she was able to come and I gave her the souvenirs and she gave me our house keys that she still had. And I was able to introduce her to Helen because Helen is looking for someone to hire a staff at the market and Callie needs money so it ended up possibly working out really really well and then I'll get to see her more often and I love that. It would basically be doing the job that Ellen used to do and seems pretty simple all in all. So that's really really cool.

I did have a really really nice time out there and I got to meet a couple of the new vendors that weren't there last week and well it's hard for me to do my walk arounds because I don't like leaving my table alone it was still a really good time. We had hula hoops for the kids and coloring sheets and the music wasn't too bad today and everyone just seemed like they were in a great mood. I wasn't a great mood. And I had my friend there and that's always really fun for me.

When the market closed at 1:00 I packed everything up. Callie was still talking to Helen and I got everything in my boxes and then she helped me carry everything to the car. And then we went inside to say hello to James. She hadn't seen them yet and it was really nice. And then we went over to the print shop so that I could talk to Gordon about the prince that I was commissioned to do tonight. He did the poster and I'm doing the half sheets. And he was nice enough to stay with me until 3:00 while I made the prints.

But Kelly stayed for a little bit longer. We talked and walked around the museum. But eventually I had to get changed and get to work. So around 2:00 I had a few of thr strawberries I got at the market and went to go change my dress.

Originally I was wearing a yellow dress. I'm going to try to wear yellow every weekend for the market because I think that's funny. But I do not want to wear yellow dress while I'm printmaking. So I went and got changed into my nice sturdy black dress and then got to work setting up this chase.

I was a little nervous doing it in front of Gordon because he like literally did this job as a career. And he giggles at me when I'm lazy about stuff. But he was really helpful and he taught me a lot today. Specifically about how to measure fonts and the tools to use to do that and just a couple like little tips and tricks to make it easier. It still took about an hour to set the whole Chase but I'm really happy with it. I decided to do this funky thing where it's using repeating text in different fonts and I just think it looks great. I hope the couple likes it. They seem really eclectic and cool because the wedding is beautiful. It looks so good. I really love the curtains they put up but the flowers and everything look great. Excellent job.

Once I got the chase set and I made my first half of the commission I went to go find the wedding planner. She is very very pregnant. And she liked the print though she I think was confused at first and thought that I was asking her to pick a font. But then when she got it I think she liked it. And she said to hold off on doing the rest until the guests are here so they can watch and I think that is exactly what I wouldn't really do so that's perfectly fine with me. And then I told Angie I was going to go get something to eat.

I drove out to the shopping center and got a sandwich. I brought it back here and I sat on the water and ate. A nice German man came over asking where the stop is for the water taxi and while I wasn't positive I turned out knew exactly where it was because when I asked Angie later she told me exactly the same place that I told him. Lucky yes. I wish it was still at the museum but they moved it a while ago. It's on the other side of the general ship repair yard now. Which I don't think is as convenient but whatever.

after I finished eating I came back inside and I started pulling shapes and just playing around with the different text and pictures we have. I wanted to make one that was just like things I like. And then I made one that is just all jobs and things from Baltimore because I think that would be a really good handout for our free area. And I just think it's fun to show off all the shapes. We show off all the text all the time but we don't always show off pictures. So I thought that would be a lot of fun. And now it's about 6:00 in the wedding should be starting soon. And I'm going to go walk around and see what's happening. The couple did not have a first look so I'm curious what's happening over there.

James want to a baseball game. After kissing my face many many times and touching my face with their very cold hands. I started running out of space for all of my prints so I'm glad they told me I could stop. But I will have to start again soon.

Wish me luck everybody. I hope you all have a great night and you have a lot of fun doing whatever you're doing. I am going to my parents tomorrow. I'll probably get there before lunch time and then I'm spending the night so on Monday I can hang out with Jess. I hope it is just a wonderful way to spend my weekend. And my memorial day.

Good night everybody. Wash your hands!!