#also let it be known if i see anyone rude to this person i'm blowing you up with my mind

[artuurle]

you seem abnormal and weird, both in general and about the bizzyboys. I appreciate the vibes of it, very cool 10/10. you feel like someone I'd talk to for three hours on the train about Weird Little Guys

I appreciate the sentiment here - but you gotta understand when i opened this and read the first line i genuinely stopped reading and sat there agape for a solid 3 minutes thinking i got hate mail.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Vans Valentines - Rookie Romantic

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

Vans Valentines

A/N: I'm not super proud with this one and I was honestly struggling typing it 🥲There's a lot of dialogue in this too. Also no Valentines banner for this yet either bc i'm being lazy about graphics lol. I hope you like the fluff tho!

Plot: It's yours and Logan's first Valentines, and he's panicking about what to do for you!

Warnings: Fluff, Logan is stressssing, other X-men, lil romance, some suggestiveness at the end but not really? Lot of dialogue

Word Count: 2110

Logan was freaking out. 

Strange isn’t it? The big bad Wolverine is freaking out because…

He doesn’t know what to do for Valentines.

“You don’t know what to do?” Scott raises a brow, and crosses his arms. A small smirk on the corner of his lips. “You mean mister “I don’t need any help” needs help to figure out what to give his girlfriend for Valentines day?” 

Logan felt flustered, rolling his eyes at Scott's mocking words. The tip of his ears turned red in embarrassment, as he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head. “It’s not like I don’t know what to get her, I just…” He sighs. “We haven’t been dating that long yet, I don’t want to blow it.” 

“It’s Valentines man, get her some chocolate and flowers.” Scott shrugs. 

“Is that what you’re giving Jean?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I got her tickets to see her favorite orchestra play live in Vegas. She always wanted to go there.” 

Logan's face fell. He scowled at Scott.

“I mean, I’ll give her flowers and chocolate too but that’s not the main gift.” Scott adds. “Just…Give her something from the heart.”

“Real cheesy Summers.” 

Scott shook his head. “Whatever, just don’t mess it up. We both know she’s a real romantic about these things.” He waved him off, turning and walking away. Logan frowned, crossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. The anxiety he was hoping to cease was filling him to the brim. He let a small sigh.

Maybe Marie will be better help…

“Oh flowers! Get her favorite flowers! Jewelry? What about jewelry?” She smiles. “You could take her out to a nice dinner? Honestly anything goes, it’s really the thought that counts to us girls. As long as you put the effort in….” 

“So I was told.” Logan sighs. “Look, I could do all that stuff, I have done that stuff in the past. I uh…Never really cared about doing something nice for someone like that. I want to do something that means something. It’s her favorite holiday.” 

“You could get her something personalized?” Marie shrugs.

“What are we talking about?” Ororo walks into the room.

“Logan's trying to find something for his girlfriend-” Marie teases. 

“Watch it kid.” Logan shook his head. “I just haven’t figured it out yet. I’m looking for…suggestions.” Logan throws his hands up a weak shrug. “Any ideas?

“Really Logan?” Ororo scolds putting a hand on her hip. “You haven’t figured it out by now? Valentines is literally in a few days you know”

“I know! I’ve been thinking about it for a month!” Logan snaps, his voice nearly a growl. Marie and Ororo stare at him. “Sorry, sorry.” He says, brushing his hand through the curls of his hair. “I just…Want it to be…Special.” He gets out in frustration. 

“How about a weekend trip?” Ororo asks. “I had a boyfriend do that for Valentines. It was a really nice gift.” She smiles. 

“Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, just make sure it’s nice. You know how much she loves Valenti-”

“Yeah yeah.” Logan waved Ororo off, turning to walk out of the room. He didn’t mean to be rude, he did ask after all, but he was stressing out more and more. None of what anyone suggested sat right with him. He sat lost in thought as he wandered the mansion. 

This was yours and Logan's first Valentines. He wanted to do something nice for you, since he’s known for as long as you both been here that it was your favorite holiday. He actually did give you flowers last year for Valentines, but you were both still friends then- tittering on the edge of a relationship but he was too nervous to actually ask you out that time. 

This time he wanted to make it mean something- to make up for last year, feeling like he disappointed you by not officially taking you out that day. 

He happened by Hanks study. Maybe Hank knows something, since you two are good friends. 

He stepped inside, and Hank looked up from his desk, a blink of surprise. “Logan? Good to see you. Need something?”

“Yeah uh…Has my girl said anything to you about Valentines? Like…Maybe if she was expecting something?”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I do know that she seems excited this year. Do you have something planned?”

Logan's expression told Hank what he needed to know. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Just take her out for a date Logan. All she wants is to be with you.” 

Logan shook his head. “Looking for something a little more than that Hank.” He sighs, turning to walk out into the hallway. 

He wasn’t good at this. He had been wandering on his own for years and years. Alone.  Valentines would pass him by and he wouldn’t even notice unless he stopped at a bar that actually decorated with string hearts and “romance” deals on the whiskey. He’s not even sure if he ever even at least hooked up with someone on Valentines. It didn’t matter to him, wasn’t important. It was another day, in his long, fleeting life. 

Now that he’s got you. He sees the appeal of the holiday. Spoiling your loved one, making sure they know how you feel about them, the romance, the intimacy. All great. Except now the pressure of making sure he impresses you, makes you happy, really stresses him out. 

Faint memories of old relationships, where he gifted flowers, candy, and going out to dinner, leading to intimate nights spent together. Stuff that he didn’t necessarily put the effort into- things that he did because they were expected and he was content to just do what he could. He could do all that sure, and you’d probably love it. You weren’t picky, but you were a romantic and he felt like if he settled on his gifts, on his expression of love; you’d be disappointed. 

Lost in thought, he nearly missed Charles in his head, asking him to come to his study urgently. He put your gifts on the back-burner, as he made his way to Charles office, to realize his day was about to get worse. 

It was now Valentines, and Logan was begrudgingly walking up the steps to the mansion, having returned from a mission, that lasted nearly 4 days.

The chaos left him little time to get you gifts, just enough time to get you a bouquet of flowers which unfortunately got smushed when some jackass shoved into him. He went to get a new bouquet- and of course, that same jackass happened to snatch the last one. Valentines evening, figures they would nearly be out. 

He got up to the door, staring at the bouquet in disdain. He’ll make it up to you, he knows he will. Surely you understand what happened, right? 

Just as he went to open the door, it opened on it’s own, with Scott and Jean standing there, arms hooked with each other, dressed as they seemed prepared to go on a fancy date.

“Logan!” Jean smiled, then shot a look at Scott, who was smirking. “Welcome back!” 

“Yeah.” Logan gives a courteous nod, pursing his lips together. “You guys look nice.” He compliments, looking them up and down. Fancy, flashy outfits. Jean in a bright red evening gown, and Scott in a tux- with a red tie to match her dress; and supposedly his glasses too. 

“Thank you.” Jean smiles bigger, hugging Scott's arm a little closer to her. “We’re going out to dinner.” 

“Have fun.” He says, not very heartfelt in his words as he moved to step inside past them.

“Hey, she’s in the kitchen by the way.” Jean calls out over her shoulder. Logan looks back at them, as they were walking out the door.

“Hope you got something nice planned Logan.”  Scott remarks, and looked over his shoulder as well, glancing at Logan, the smirk still plastered on his face. Jean quietly hushed him and they disappeared down the walkway. Logan shut the door behind them, confusion on his face.

Why were they weird?

He made his way to the kitchen, past the various student couples flirting and necking throughout the halls and rooms, rolling his eyes at the young love the entire mansion has found itself in. Anxiety began to hit him as he began to realize how disappointed you were going to be. He stopped just before the doorway of the kitchen, preparing himself before he stepped in. 

Confusion filled him as he looked around. You weren’t in here. He must have just missed you. 

He turned to leave, before noting the patio door was cracked open. His brows creased, as he walked across the room, his hand reaching out to close it when he noticed rose petals on the floor. 

“What the hell?” He muttered to himself. Jean telling him you were in the kitchen, and Scotts remark….He had a feeling this had something to do with you. He stepped further out, walking along the scattered rose petals, stretching across the lawn- seemingly endless as he followed them. 

He sniffed, a could smell your perfume nearby, as well as the faint smell of food. A small smile grew on his face, as he followed a small path through the woods that the rose petals led him through. That’s when he came into the small clearing- where you were.

You’re back was turned to him, but he could see you were wearing one of his favorite dresses on you, and your hair done up. You seemed busy arranging the table, which had lit candles, plates, and bowls and decorative plates filled with his favorite food. Nearby, he heard music playing crooners and jazz. The clearing had lights strung up on the trees, lighting up the small area and creating a romantic ambiance that reminded Logan how much he loved you.

Silently he snuck up behind you, his arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him, a small gasp escaping you as he buried his face in your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. It had been a few days since he seen you after all, he missed you dearly. 

“Hi Lo…” You giggled, placing your arms over his and leaning back into him. “Happy Valentines day…”

“This all for me bub?”

“This? Oh, no. It’s for Hank.” You teased shaking your head, feigning as if you were serious. 

“Not funny.” He murmured, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. You turned around, placing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes quickly taking in your figure, reminding him once again why this dress was his favorite on you. 

“You like it?” You asked. 

“Like it? I love it baby.” He cooed, leaning in to peck your lips. “Um…” He parted from you, lifting the broken bouquet up. “These are..For you.” 

Your face lit up as you took the flowers into your hands, “Lo!”

“I…” He sighed in frustration, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything super…fancy. I wanted to, couldn’t think of anything and then that damn mutant went on a rampage over in-”

“Lo-” You hushed him, putting a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone told me you’ve been stressing over it, so that’s why I took care of it.”

“Everyone?” Logan quirked a brow. Then rolled his eyes, as he felt his cheeks heat up. “No one can keep their mouth shut around here…” 

You giggled, cupping his face with your hands, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, distracting him from his irritation from everyone else. He smiled into your kiss, leaning forward into you, as his hand pushed against your back, as if he couldn’t get close enough to your persons. You parted with a gasp, eyes dazed from him. 

“Well, since you got this part covered.” He mutters softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll make sure the rest of the night won’t be forgetful.”

You giggled at his insinuation. “I got a surprise for later, by the way.” You say. He leaned his head, taking a look at you questioningly. “You’ll like it.” 

He hummed. “I’m sorry again that I-”

“Logan, hush.” You stop him. “All I’d ever want is you. I don’t need a bunch of fancy gifts for you to show me you love me. I just want you.” 

He smiled, genuine and broad, he leaned closer to you again, pecking your forehead. “Same here, bub.” He responds softly. 

[rebelwrites]

What Happens In Vegas - Part Five

Clay Spenser x Reader

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“Where’s Clay?” You asked Danny, as you pulled your sunglasses over your eyes as you walked out of the hotel, letting Clay’s hoodie slip off one of your shoulders.

“Over there,” Danny grinned, pointing at the roadside, the moment your eyes landed on him you squealed, making Danny laugh.

“Is that reaction to me or the car?” Clay smirked, raising his brow at you.

“Definitely for the car,” you winked, as you ran your fingers over the body work of the Shelby Mustang he was leaning on. “How did you know this was my favourite car?”

“A little birdy told me,” he smirked, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Well little birdy did good,” you giggled, “Do I get to drive?”

“Nope,” Clay laughed, “the little birdy also told me how you drive and I think I choose life.”

“I’m gonna kill said little birdy,” you laughed, as Clay opened the car door for you. Sliding yourself into the car, you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down your heart rate.

You couldn’t believe how in just a few short days Clay had broken down the walls you had put up, showing you how happy you could be.

“You ready?” Clay asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing what you have planned,” you smiled, as he linked his fingers with yours.

You had no idea where you were headed but you didn’t care, this was the most normal you had felt in years and even the happiest you had been, reaching over you turned the radio up.

“No, there ain't nothin' that I gotta prove. You think your words will make me black and blue. But I think I'm pretty with these old boots on, I think it's funny when I drink too much. You try and change me, you can go to hell. 'Cause I don't wanna be nobody else,” you sang out of tune, making Clay laugh as you danced in the seat.

“You are crazy, you know that right,” he smirked, glancing over at you with a grin on his face.

“I like the chip I got in my front teeth and I got bad tattoos, you won't believe. So, kick out the jams, kick up the soul. Pour another glass of that rock and roll. Turn up the band, fire in the hole. Gonna lose control tonight. What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart,” you sang loudly, letting the wind blow through your hair, “So beat the drum with me. I'm not America's sweetheart. Well, they say I'm too loud for this town. So I lit a match and burned it down. What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart. But you love me anyway”

“Okay, before you make my ears bleed,” Clay laughed, turning the radio down. “If this is what you are like all the time god help me,”

“Now that’s just rude,” you pouted, following it with a giggle as the car came to a stop. Glancing around you saw you were at the crazy golf course. “Is this where you are taking me on a date?”

“Fuck, I knew I should have gone with the classic meal,” Clay sighed running his hand over his face.

“Clay, it’s perfect,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours, running your thumb over his skin. “I don’t need a fancy meal or anything like that, you have only known me a few days and I feel like you know better than anyone.”

“I may have a got a bit of help,” he laughed.

“Either way, you listened to what I like, Alex never did that,” you whispered. “So come on it’s time I kicked your butt at crazy golf,”

“You really think you will beat me, Princess,” Clay smirked.

“Yuup,” you giggled, kissing his knuckles. “Now come on, let’s go.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were gonna kick my ass,” Clay laughed, as he followed you to the next hole.

“I’m just a pro at this,” you grinned, spinning around.

“You know what I’m a pro at?” He smirked, stepping forward, closing the gap between the two of you, dropping his club on the floor and placing his hands on your cheeks.

“What’s that, Mr Spenser?” You giggled, leaning into his touch.

He didn’t say anything, he just pressed his lips against yours, your lips moved in sync as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt like you were floating, the sparks that ran through your body made you realise that you never had a connection like this before. The kiss left you breathless, and left you wanting more. He was like a drug that you couldn’t get enough off.

“Yeah, I think you are a pro at that,” you breathed against his lips. “I think I don’t want this just to be a holiday fling,” you confessed, “I think I want to see where this goes when we get back home, I want to get my life back on track and I think you are going to be the right person to help me do that.”

“I will be by your side as long as you want me,” Clay whispered, “always,”

“I know your line of work and I don’t want to get you distracted whilst you are in a war zone,” you sighed, your brain taking over.

“I can’t exactly ask you to put your life on hold for me,” Clay whispered, “but what I feel for you is real and if you are willing to give us a shot then I know we can make things work, look at Jade and Danny.”

“You just have an answer for everything don’t you?” You giggled.

“Pretty much,” he smirked. “Now give me another kiss and let’s finish this game and go get some food and just drive around the city for the rest of the night.”

“Sounds perfect,” you hummed, kissing him gently.

As you got back to the hotel, Clay got out of the car and ran to the boot, pulling out a gift bag.

“I may have got you something,” he grinned passing you the bag.

“Thank you,” you smiled, taking the bag off him, slowly opening it to reveal the cutest teddy bear ever, dressed in its own camo uniform. “Clay this is so fucking cute,” you grinned, hugging the bear, instantly realising that it also smelt of him.

“You like him?” Clay asked.

“I love him,” you grinned, still cuddling the bear, “Did you really go to build a bear for me?”

“Yes I did Princess,” he smiled, “I may have dragged Sonny along with me as well,”

“I’m gonna call him Clay,” you winked, keeping the bear tucked under your arm, as you linked hands with Clay, making your way back to his room. Nothing could wipe the smile of your face right now.

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[coconutshvings]

ATZ Mafia: Lower level member flirts with you [Maknae Line]

Group || Ateez

Genre || ??

Warnings || Mentions of Violence/deathu,, some shorter than others,, spelling errors

San:

"You men can't be careless when it comes to violence towards civilians, we're going to give the mafia world definition a new meaning..." The Voice of the overall leader of PK's Corp [pirate King corp] , Hongjoong spoke up over all who stood beneath the Podium as San stood next to him he noticed you standing off to the side near the back.

His sight was like red laser beams and his are were the bullet to the rifle, he noticed you were snickering anytime this- bottom list cadet was speaking to you; he didn't like it. His veins pumped blood quickly as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

'Calm is the water before the storm' he said to himself but he couldn't keep to himself for long as he seen you 'playfully' punch this- lower level nobody's arm. Hongjoong stepped down just in time for San to make a move swiftly stepping to the podium grabbing the mic sternly

"Also to the idiot incapable of paying attention to a speech when given and instead would like to flirt with those around them, it'd be the greatest honor for me to stomp you out of consciousness the way you got in. The mural in the Jean jacket to your left is only for me to observe, you know who you both are."

Mingi:

He was Carving the symbol of Ateez's mafia into his victim metaphorically as it was one of his own that was the target in his mind, offering to show you around this new place you'd been craving to explore. Mingi had to remember he was in 'regular person' mode and that any peculiar activity may draw unneeded civilian attention, Though the young man had brought the two of you together Mingi thought that meant that you were of no interest to him naturally meaning that this guy would back off and it'd be just you two once your relationship started, wrong idea.

"So Five on Thurdsday is to my understanding good for you?" The young man known as Junji by Many, "That's exactly what you should understand." You smiled before standing to go order more cheese poppers inside the diner, Junji looked to his drink raising it to his lips and sipping it unknowing of The death that awaited him in Mingi's mind if he tried anything with you.

He Pursed his lips with a fake smile as he stood up adjusting his jacket, one warning couldn't hurt, Mingi looked around seeing all innocents indulged in conversation and such he lightly put his hand on Junji's shoulder who was still drinking his beverage as Mingi's long slender fingers creeped like little snakes he was indeed unaware of,

his ring and pinky finger on the Blonde's shoulder and his thumb at the back of his harline whistle his Index and Middle finger snapped at Junji's Adams apple pressing into it causing his breathing, drinking, comprehension all to come to a halt. Mingi Slowly leaned down hearing Junji stuck inbetween gagging and his drink "I don't like this game you're playing with my Y/n, Junji my boy, so how about you go tell them that I'll be the one accompanying them to this event to come, hm?"

Wooyoung:

Amazing to say that the beauty that put the sun to shame could become Darker than the night sky. He was patient with all or most who approached you even if he knew their intensions.

So as he waited outside of the gates or your school or university he didn't mind you being surrounded by the mixed group of people involving both men and women it didn't bother him much after awhile of Dating surprising to all he knew , once you were in ear shot he noticed most of the group went their seperate ways all except you and this male who he recognized from base who you had no idea was apart of the Mafia world,

"Are you aiming to be apart of this years high scholars program?" He asked allowing you to think "I put too much pressure on myself with regular grades." You answered "You'd be able to excel, I know. You've got all the qualities." He mumbled eyeing you head to toe but you didn't aim to notice as you seen Wooyoung you cheesed graciously And though he returned your gesture of happiness he did notice out the corner of his eye what the male did, a no no that wouldn't go not dealt with,

"We can talk more tomorrow of course but I'll see you then, bye." You announced still looking at you boyfriend jetting towards him. Your arms opened and closed around his body as you two met in an embrace "What I look foward to all day." He hummed "Really, it's not pistol whipping people?" You sarcastically asked making him snarl at you playfully, he looked past you noticing the male you were just with head to the Alley next to the building, bingo.

"Oh- Baby, I'll be back I gotta go make this deal right quick it's just through this Alley- Stay here." He put emphasis on the last two words "Wooyoung I don't want you doing this n-" but he was off before you could finish he dashed into a Sprint his eyes flashing dark as he took the opposite way around to block him off,

He made it just in time. As he heard footsteps though he could be mistaken he extended his arm adding muscle while swinging it towards the on comers throat area to clothesline them and a gruff uncomfortable noise left their lips as he heard them hit the pavement, he looked down to see who he'd expected , your male 'friend' holding his throat heaving with giant eyes as he realized who'd hit him. Wooyoung stood above him

"Keep your eyes on the prize, the scholar prize, not mine, not Y/n, you got it?" All the young man could do in response was nod his head drastically. "Don't make me have to make life in this world miserable for you, you're one of my own." Wooyoung stated while walking off.

Jongho:

Everyone Knew in the entire organization that Jongho was a ticking bomb when angered and you had less time with him to blow up than you did with a real one.

He was like a bull with imaginary smoke coming from his nose ready to use his utters on this boy who refused your attempts to exit conversation, caressing your chin ever so often throwing a compliment your way even after you slapped his hand away,

you were okay at first without that contact it was nice but then you were ready to go and that's when you had to be a bit more Stern and then downright unapologetically rude, the male who refused to let you remove yourself from the conversation was about to Make Jongho's silence boil over.

You used your arm to move the guy aside but he wasn't done "holding conversation isn't your thing, you just like to skip the formalities and get to it." He arrogantly said you whipped around ready to back hand him but your hand was grabbed quickly startling you to say the least you didn't have time to process much but you were able to hear the painful cry from someone you looked around to see what was going on and there on the tiles layed the scum that dared to disrespect you and hovering over him was Jongho, your boyfriend.

"You honestly Dare to disrespect anyone at the level you are, anyone at all?" Jongho did not care seeing the male grip his nose rolling back and forth on the floor beneath him, he didn't deserve any acknowledgement of that nature , not from you or from him. Jongho turned to you before looking at his knuckle unbothered by the faint blood on it his eyes caught yours "Get whatever you brought, I'm taking you home."

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You guys can request any rookie group from 2017 - on up 💋 I welcome all!

[pinkykitten]

Can I get a DC, Marvel, Disney,AOT and BNHA matchup? I'm a 5'4 chubby pansexual. I have brown skin, dark brown eyes and short black curly hair that's puffy. I like cooking,singing, animals, video games, cuddles, hugs, playing with people's hair and people playing with my hair.When you first meet me I may look mean but I'm kind, caring, goofy and sassy.I'm only mean when you mess with me, my family or friends.I'm a calm and laid back person but sometimes I can get mad easy but a hug calm me down.

oooh you chose aot thanks a lot i love this fandom so much and never usually get to write for it. 

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I ship you with:

DC - DICK GRAYSON, NIGHTWING 

dick is a chill dude and he doesnt like confrontation he just wants to do his job and call it a day. not gonna lie when he first saw you he probably thought you were like every other person stuck up in this day and age especially with your face looking mean but when you smile any anything you like whether it be your dog that you are walking that day or a specific music your listening to dicks breath stops and he cant help but think you have the prettiest smile. but dick just lives his crush in a chill and not noticeable manner because he got a lot of things on his plate hes a busy man so he thinks there is no time for him to live out his fun life and dating life. but he keeps seeing you and he finds himself always thinking about you so he takes the chance and whoa are you a little spit fire. dick loves your passion and fire. you are so sassy and sometimes you snap at him which he finds kinda hot. he loves when you put him in his place and when you snap at others. he does everything in his power to make you blush BUT he plays it off innocently like that wasnt his intentions. when he comes from a hard day at work all he wants to do is lay with you and for you to either play with his hair or play with your hair and for you to whip him up something yummy cause he always craves for your food. you bring the wild fun side out of dick. 

MARVEL - PETER QUILL, STARLORD

boi oh boi does this snack love you back! he loves how sassy you get and all diva on him like he loves it and like worships you this man. he thinks like thats my babygirl when you get at someone else and put them in their place. whenever the guardians of the galaxy have a problem where someone is being mean or rude or trying to arrest them they all look at you to help them with getting out of the situation since you intimidate people. in the middle of space since peter is all about that 80s life, since he knew you liked video games he bought you a gameboy. at night you two share the playlist his mom gave him and share the head set also you show him your favorites and he just loves to be more connected with you and know more about you. also when you both are laying together his hands find their way to play with your hair while you play with his. if you ever get mad but to the point of anger where rocket and groot fear for their lives peter will hug you and kiss you to calm you down and then sing ooh child things are gonna get easier in a very cringy matter and you cant help but smile and laugh. peter loves you so much and loves how you can take care of yourself and you take care of your friends that means a lot to him considering that his friends are his family so it means a lot you care for his crew. 

DISNEY - CAPTAIN PHOEBUS 

what a woman! is exactly what he always thinks with your quick wit attitude. you dont take nothing from no one and he likes that in a woman. usually women walk around taking crap from men and anyone people have a backwards thinking but you say how you feel and you tell it like it is. phoebus thinks your beautiful especially with your glowing skin and your body, he loves a thicc plump woman. he loves giving you pet names and nicknames its like a sign to him and everyone else that you are his. whenever he hears you singing its like an angel is present and with him it blows him away. and he loves how sweet you are with animals and will try to get on your dogs good side. he doesnt let anyone walk all over you and is like a knight at your side. he makes some of his men watch over you to make sure you are okay. you can confide in him about everything he listens to you and takes your input and advice very seriously. friendship means everything to him and it means so much to him when you stand up for what is right and stick to your beliefs in friendship. 

ATTACK ON TITAN - REINER BRAUN 

youre sassy with him but goofy with your friends so eren and like jean think like bruh she dont like you to reiner but reiner knows you feel some type of way with him and he to you. is very attracted to you especially when you know your way around and are so smart about literally everything. u get like this close to knowing the truth of him back home im just sayin. reiner says verrrrryyyyyy sexual comments that he knows will make you blush and he smirks when he succeeds. like even when you are beating someones a*s he will like cry??? and like think you are a goddess in his eyes and like what the frick are you doing in a world like this when you are just so frickin nice aghhhhh!!!!!!! before you and him are even a thing reiner boasts to everyone even citizens that dont know him he tells them that you are his girlfriend and how amazing you are. and when you dance he hypes you up and praises you. he loves your hair like loves it so much he dreams of it ok so he loves touching it loves playing with it and he has such strong calloused hands that they are like perfect for your hair. loves holding you and tries to prove to you that he is very very very strong so he picks you up with ease. 

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA - EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

our bby boi is like firecrackers ok so when he first sees you he has to run up to you and give you the biggest handshake known to man kind and he just goes on and on and on on how cool you look how he likes your hair and so on. you are like his favorite person. he likes to teach you how to fight but youre like already one step ahead of him and you like prove it to him and he thinks like boo did you just make yourself my wife???? like are we a couple now???? he loves that you feel so strongly about school and legit wants to show you all of his moves to make you proud and kinda show off. he always wants to hold your hand like even in class when youre like halfway across the room. he always wants to be with you and follows you like a lost puppy. if youre ever in a fight he will like cheer you on and pump you up like you dont mess with his baby. he loves calling you baby, babygirl, boo, babe, you know those pet names cuz he knows you love him and it kinda makes him feel daddy but his friends have to point it out that he is like a skinny boi that will never be daddy. he is so persistent with you buys you like 3 dogs to be friends with your one you have now and you have to name one kirishima. he visits you at night to sleep with you. he is kinda scared of horror movies but like not that he’ll tell someone so he cuddles with you and cries with you and like jumps in horror as he is watching scary movies but he makes this face like he is super concentrated. since you love music he puts music on when youre taking a shower and sing with you. he loves to sing with you. 

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Jac & Amelia

Jac: [So the vibe is evidently just showing up at the pre-drinks at this gfs house, we'll have to be some level of wasted to have the nerve so from the off it's a mood lol] Amelia: [a select gathering of the gays that you weren't invited too, but it's okay because Amelia can't throw you out when everyone else is like yeah come through] Jac: [literally you'd have to make such a drama and that's not you and also no one knows why you stopped being besties so it clearly appears chill from the outside, I vote the club should be a gay one so you have to commit to that hen] Amelia: [agreed because clearly her gf has planned this because Amelia's plan was to go and get that haircut and outfit with her mum so] Jac: [too pure for this bitch, we all know this is just an excuse for her to party like any other night really, which is rude, do something special but no, at least you're simply that hoe so it's not like we even have to work hard here, the flirting is blatant] Amelia: [it hurts my heart because you know Jamelia would have gone IN for each other's birthdays] Jac: [and her last one was start of transition year so they would've still been friends, AND it was her 16th so it would've been really poppin'] Amelia: [brb sobbing] Jac: [thank god jac is also miserable and only pretending to be living her best life or this would be even ruder] Amelia: [and thank god Amelia isn't in love with this gal] Jac: [and that lmao] Jac: [to me it should be like they just straight up make out on the dance floor 'cos her girlfriend is the 'its not a big deal omg!' type but even if it weren't, it is because it's Jac] Amelia: [hence when Amelia loses it it's Jac she's shouting at and being like how could you do this to me etc not her gf] Jac: [mhmm mHM we all know she's barely speaking at this point so she's not gonna say anything and your gf will be going off 'cos she looks the gobby type so you can slap her if you need babe lol] Amelia: [she so is the gobby type, Amelia just straight up dismissing her because this isn't about you babe I gotta scream at Jac rn thank you] Jac: [meanwhile we're just trying to walk away like the audacity] Amelia: [literally like SAY SOMETHING! because is there anything more frustrating than when someone won't react and you're literally 💔] Jac: [there is not, just shouting 'I'M SORRY' ala Tracy because we do not sound sorry at all but she is never a loud person so everyone else is gonna be shook like damn] Amelia: [your aunt Cass would be proud of that, but Amelia just gonna walk away] Jac: [good lord go home gal, or at least a different club lol, also like to point out she has a September birthday so also would've been after Savannah left so that would've been cheery lol] Amelia: [nice parallel because we know Amelia's walking home but fuck knows how far it would be, we're not at Erin's house now hens] Jac: [I'm sure you don't live right in town, your fam seems a suburb type so that'll be a nice trek, you poor bitch] Amelia: [just sobbing the whole time probably, even though she's not a crier like Savannah is] Jac: [you'd have to have a cry, if Jac hadn't gone catatonic as a defence mechanism, she would be too] Amelia: [which is why we're not getting our parents to pick us up because don't wanna be sobbing to this degree in front of them and her mum already hates the gf so we don't want the I told you so either] Amelia: [plus her mum probably thinks she's over Jac by now because we downplaying things forever] Jac: [parents can only be so much of a MVP at this age] Amelia: [I think when they see each other again it should be another argument that turns into Amelia kissing her because that's a trope for a reason] Jac: [yes, you are both owed it without the audience tbh] Amelia: [like I have no idea where they are when that happens, are you gonna show up on her doorstep to have another argument or what gal lol] Jac: [maybe you had somewhere you went together, idk where or what vibe, so you know she's gonna be there, even if it's just a different club and you're outside angsting] Amelia: [ooh excellent, yeah there's any number of places that could be 'theirs' you've known each other long enough] Jac: [precisely, it can be as everyday and unspecial or the opposite as we'd like, Dublin centre is not that big it's not insane to suggest] Amelia: [when do you think that is, clearly pretty soon after because the emotions have gotta be high] Jac: [yeah, sooner rather than later, like we did this for a reason and like you said, it's too frustrating when someone won't react to you] Amelia: [literally could be the next day/night I'd believe it] Jac: [i literally thought you meant the same night so yes i agree lol] Amelia: [omg that's even better tbh] Jac: like you turn round like AND ANOTHER THING, tensions are beyond that high] Amelia: [exactly] Jac: [at least Amelia is angry enough to break it off 'cos the levels of fucks you don't give rn about anything] Amelia: [yeah she's angry and sad enough to be like ffs what am I doing and actually go home] Jac: [thanks babe, we all know it happens but don't need it to literally look like 2nd choice to your hoe gf 'cos it ain't that] Amelia: [how am I gonna start a convo from here because I clearly am lol] Jac: [thank god you both drunk, I can do it if you want] Amelia: [go ahead if you think you can boo] Jac: you home safe Amelia: no, I'm dead in a ditch Jac: great Amelia: it'll make life easier for you, yeah Jac: my life couldn't be any rosier Amelia: 🥀🥀🥀 Jac: glad to see your flare for the dramatic ain't died in that ditch with you Jac: flair, which one Jac: idk Amelia: you took that over from me, remember Amelia: you really fucking did Jac: aren't you impressed Amelia: if you'd got there earlier you could've pushed me out of the way to blow the candles out on the cake my mum bought too Jac: you don't wanna be kids no more? Jac: could've said sooner Amelia: she's not a doll, she just wants to look like one Jac: who? Amelia: the girlfriend you wanted to share so badly Jac: oh her Jac: bride of chucky maybe Amelia: you did scare everyone with your apology Amelia: very exorcist-ish Jac: I was going for Carrie Jac: oh well Jac: still a better match than you two ain't it Amelia: oh you were trying to win a prom queen sash with acts of charity Amelia: I get it Jac: shouldn't you be throwing all this shade at her Amelia: wait, I'll add her in Jac: ha Jac: go ahead Amelia: she won't accept, sorry Amelia: I did try Jac: devastating Amelia: are you home safe? Jac: yeah Amelia: you do have the 👿👹👺👻 inside protecting you, I guess Jac: its always got a home inside me Amelia: well yeah, you don't ever kiss anyone long enough for it to transfer hosts Jac: you'll wanna get rid of the girlfriend then Jac: before you get infected Amelia: you already did that for me, such a good 🥳🎂🎁 Jac: couldn't think what else to get ya Amelia: 💐? Amelia: no? Jac: thought she might have beat me to it Jac: made a bit of an effort Amelia: she wanted me, that's all I needed Jac: past tense Jac: and that's definitely not the first time she's done that Amelia: what do you care? Jac: you think this is how i'd show it if I did Amelia: I try not to think about you anymore Jac: there's no need to make yourself sound stupid in the process Amelia: not when you're there to make me look it Jac: you'll get another girlfriend Amelia: because that's what is ripping my heart out about this Jac: that's your problem Amelia: stay the fuck away from me Amelia: if you'd done that I wouldn't have a problem Jac: I plan on it Jac: done what I needed to do Amelia: great Jac: enjoy what's left of your big day then Jac: have some 🎂 Amelia: you've made sure I can't Amelia: where's Savannah Moore with a 👏 emoji when you need her? Jac: Sligo Jac: last I heard Amelia: those poor country lads Jac: you've never cared about any lad a day in your life Jac: you can just admit you miss her Amelia: 😂 Jac: hilarious Amelia: not really Amelia: but I physically can't cry any more, I must be dehydrated Jac: unsurprising Jac: me either Amelia: 🍾🥂 Amelia: have a nice life then Amelia: probably leave tonight out of your achievements during the uni interviews Jac: nah Jac: diversity and adversity is all the rage Amelia: that's why I'll be mentioning it Jac: you're welcome x2 Amelia: 🙌 Jac: you sure she don't wanna join Jac: 'cos she's annoying me Amelia: I don't care what she wants or feel sorry for you Jac: yeah Jac: then tell her that Jac: not relaying your message Amelia: I have Jac: she's a liar too, makes sense Amelia: you're well suited Jac: besides the obvious Amelia: that you've done what you needed to do, yeah Amelia: tell her that Jac: I have Jac: not my fault she's so thick she only understands actions Amelia: if she's been messaging you since the 💋 you'll have had time to tell her everything I didn't Amelia: even if it has to be via charades Jac: the fact I didn't fuck her is all the information she's getting from me Amelia: the dancefloor's a bit public even for her Amelia: but maybe she'll be willing to break the rules for you, that's what people do Jac: let's not pretend it was about her Jac: only room for one delusional person in a relationship, don't you know? Amelia: you're ready for that, are you? Amelia: I don't know anything about relationships as it turns out Jac: first cut is the deepest Amelia: if you're going to sing, it's meant to be Happy Birthday Jac: yeah, you wish Amelia: I only got the one and I've already used it Jac: don't tell or it won't come true Amelia: I don't remember it now anyway Jac: bullshit Amelia: if it was 💇🏻 related it definitely didn't come true Jac: you didn't get a fringe Amelia: I still hate it Jac: it's not why you got cheated on Amelia: thanks, that makes me feel loads better about 👧🏻 Amelia: can you just take the posts down please Jac: I dunno Amelia: Jac Jac: fuck sake Jac: one thing Amelia: just do it Jac: then that's it Jac: there's your present, I don't owe you nothing Amelia: no, then that's it because I don't want anything to do with you Amelia: it doesn't make us even Jac: I don't give a shit about being even with you Jac: I win Jac: end of Amelia: it's not a fucking game Jac: you're the only one not playing Amelia: so leave me out of it Jac: that's another favour Jac: pick one Amelia: fuck you Jac: i'm keeping the pictures up then Amelia: enjoy your win Jac: naturally Amelia: 👏👏👏 Jac: you aren't her Amelia: you aren't you Amelia: it still doesn't make us even Jac: maybe you never knew me Jac: we weren't friends, after-all Amelia: there's no maybe about it, if we were ever friends you wouldn't treat me like this Jac: nothing is as simple as you'd like it to be Jac: but sure Amelia: you really hurt me again, it's that simple Amelia: and this time it was deliberate Jac: and you don't hurt the people you love Jac: grow up, Amelia Amelia: not like that Jac: that's easier for you Amelia: what about ANY of this is easy for me? Amelia: you told me to try, I did Amelia: now what? Jac: it isn't my responsibility to worry about that Jac: you figure it out Amelia: I had it figured out and you tore it down Amelia: take some fucking responsibility for that Jac: what, with your shit girlfriend who doesn't give a fuck about you Jac: that was wrecked before I got there Jac: deal with that Amelia: you wrecked me before she got there Amelia: I still think about you all the time, miss you all the time Amelia: and I do have to deal with that, all the time Jac: and I've got nothing to deal with Amelia: of course you do Amelia: happy people don't gatecrash and ruin other people's birthdays Jac: then you'll forgive me for not feeling sorry for you Amelia: I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I want you to be sorry for what you just did Jac: you want a lot Amelia: not this time Amelia: it's bare minimum Jac: I'm happy to disappoint and leave you wanting Amelia: then you win again Amelia: congratulations Jac: yipee Amelia: Don't contact me again unless you're got something to say that means something Jac: fine Amelia: you sound faker than Savannah could ever Amelia: it'd be impressive if it worked Jac: have I contacted you before now? Amelia: that doesn't matter because today you did Jac: today I ruined your relationship and birthday Jac: then I asked if you got home Amelia: yeah, and that all means something Jac: it means I wanted to fuck up your life Amelia: at least that wish came true Jac: there's always shooting stars and eyelashes when there isn't candles Amelia: there isn't a quick fix for this Jac: there's no fix Jac: there's only out and it's still 2 fucking years away Amelia: you were supposed to give me time, that's supposed to be one Jac: well I didn't feel like it today Amelia: clearly Jac: get over it Amelia: I'm not even through it, it literally just happened Jac: I'm not apologising, I can't be any clearer Amelia: then don't Amelia: I didn't know how to beg you when we were friends, I can't do it with this version of you Jac: Done? Amelia: I was done before I actually got home Jac: Well I've not gone home Jac: so we both lied there then Amelia: Where have you gone? Jac: what's it to you? Amelia: I don't want what happened to Is to happen to you, or worse Amelia: I care about you Jac: it won't Amelia: I'm calling your parents Jac: maybe I've told them you're obsessed with me already Amelia: maybe but it's still ringing Amelia: they can decide what they want to do Jac: you're such a snitch Amelia: because I really care what you think of me right now Jac: nah, just hope it makes you feel good about yourself worrying my parents for nothing Amelia: I don't feel good about myself because of you Amelia: your parents are irrelevant to me Jac: we've got that in common then Amelia: they're probably going to want to talk to you and I don't so goodnight Jac: Bold of you to think I'd answer Jac: but it is a reason to turn my phone off so yeah Jac: later Amelia: you're really 😎 we get it Jac: that's what I'm doing Jac: you're so smart Amelia: it's why you want to keep the pics up Amelia: like a 🏆 Jac: i wanna keep em up so you have to see them Amelia: I don't have to see them, I've already blocked you both Jac: 😂 Amelia: What's funny? Jac: 🤡😥 would've been more applicable, perhaps Amelia: probably Jac: you can pal up with Is again, she's up for it Amelia: yeah because I really want to drag her into whatever 🎪 you've started up between us Jac: you're so considerate Amelia: something really fucked up happened to her, you were there, don't act like you don't remember Jac: and you weren't there Amelia: I know that Jac: then you don't get to say shit to me about it Amelia: I'm not, I'm saying this isn't about Is Jac: when is it ever Jac: poor girl Amelia: stop it Jac: you walked out on her Jac: she didn't have enough daddy issues? Amelia: I walked out on you Jac: same difference Amelia: you said you'd let me Jac: and I did Amelia: until now Jac: you're only 17 once Jac: it's not going to happen again Amelia: it shouldn't have happened at all Jac: should woulda coulda Amelia: promise me that this is it Jac: I don't fancy your girlfriend Jac: kissing her was bad enough Amelia: I mean, promise me that I don't have to look over my shoulder for the next 2 years in case you decide that you want to ruin my life again Amelia: because I can't Jac: Amelia Amelia: I'm serious, I'll leave school before I let you do this to me for a third time Jac: I'm not in a position to be making promises about anything, to anyone Jac: I'll try Amelia: okay Jac: just Jac: I don't know Jac: never mind Amelia: you're scaring me, you know Amelia: I should've made you promise not to do any reckless shit back then instead of the other way round Jac: everyone's scared Jac: they say it like I can change it Amelia: I thought I was doing the right thing but everything just keeps getting worse Amelia: for me, you and Is Amelia: even for Savannah, Sligo for fuck's sake Jac: even if you'd done it different Jac: I'd still have done the same Jac: it still would've all happened Amelia: what are you going to do now? Jac: nothing matters now Amelia: you matter Amelia: to me Amelia: come to my 🏠 I'll call your parents back Jac: we're not doing this again Jac: no Jac: it's bad enough i have people in my life i can't get rid of Amelia: we're not doing anything Jac: stop caring about me Amelia: I can't Jac: how much more do I have to ruin your life Amelia: you have ruined it, that doesn't mean I want you to be dead in a ditch Jac: all I'm going to do is break your heart over and over and then I'm going to leave forever Amelia: tonight it's already broken and that's all I'm talking about Amelia: take the guest bedroom Jac: no Jac: because then my family will just think we're friends again and that I'm fine Jac: I'll go home, okay, just stop Amelia: if you stop lying, I'll stop this Jac: I'll send you proof, for fuck's sake Amelia: okay Jac: fine Amelia: [we're just waiting for that pic like] Jac: [however long this is gonna take, at least you're probably a bit more central, the most begrudging pic of the front door lmao] Amelia: no, put your outfit in it so I know it wasn't stored on your phone Jac: 'cos I just have pictures of my door Jac: [but does, some weird angle to not get your face in] Jac: haven't got a newspaper, so sorry Amelia: if you hadn't stopped the party early, they might have been delivered Jac: it was a crap party anyway Jac: she hadn't even booked a table Amelia: Yeah Jac: at least you can have a better girlfriend for your 18th Amelia: can I? Are you going to let me Jac: probably not Jac: but if she's less easy to ruin then there's nothing I can do about that Amelia: you'd have to try something else, that's all Jac: obviously Jac: I'm still smart Amelia: I'm not giving you a compliment Jac: I'm not saying I'm not going to ruin your chances at happiness Amelia: it's not like I need you to Amelia: SO capable on my own Jac: it's not taking credit if you're making excuses for me Jac: but alright Amelia: I'm talking about the 💇🏻 which you can't take credit for Jac: it suits you Amelia: that is the most hurtful thing you've ever said Amelia: take it back Jac: it's also true Jac: and you wanted me to stop lying Amelia: 😒 Jac: at least you don't look like every other girl now Amelia: you think I did before? Amelia: also that's because no other girl wants to look like 👧🏻 Jac: I mean everyone has the same hair Jac: you stand out more Amelia: you don't Jac: well I'm special, obviously Amelia: I know Jac: 🙄 Amelia: 😉 Jac: you're an idiot Jac: Jude better be at a sleepover Amelia: her hair stands out Jac: you should tell her that Jac: she'll be so glad her attention-seeking doesn't go unnoticed Amelia: she think I'm flirting with her so no Jac: oh yeah Jac: you're a predatory lesbian now Amelia: I kissed you Jac: after I kissed your girlfriend Amelia: you don't fancy her Amelia: that wasn't why you did it Jac: she fancies herself enough Amelia: So does Savannah, that wasn't a problem for you Jac: don't talk about her Amelia: sure, I wouldn't want to upset you Amelia: what's the point being 💔 if you're not the saddest Jac: she's gone, there's no point talking about her Amelia: my parents know hers, she's not gone from dinner table conversation at my 🏠 Jac: sucks for you then Amelia: sucks more for her that she's been sent to catholic school Jac: Catholic school? Amelia: yeah, her dad had that brainwave Jac: that is unfortunate Jac: probably a better school than ours though, so she'll be thrilled Amelia: it's my dad's favourite joke threat now Jac: at least you could avoid me Amelia: true, I should call his bluff and take him up on it next time Jac: go for it Jac: it's only me that has to write off this shit school on her uni app Amelia: the rest of your app will more than make up for it Jac: that's the plan Amelia: exactly, so it's not technically a compliment Jac: you're shit at this Amelia: thanks Jac: no, that really wasn't a compliment Jac: not one of your not technicallys Amelia: 😏 Jac: did you get a car Jac: I bet you got a car Amelia: [a picture of it because why not say she did] Jac: just got to pass now Jac: then you can go where you like Amelia: then I can runaway Jac: nah Jac: they'd take you off their insurance and you'd be fucked Amelia: because I'd never drive without insurance Jac: the police would be frantically looking for you as is Jac: that's always how murderers get caught out Amelia: 🤫 you're ruining this too Jac: you fantasize on your own time Amelia: this is my own time, you're home safe Amelia: I don't owe you my full attention now that your 👅 isn't in my ex girlfriend's mouth Jac: have you kissed anyone else Amelia: no Jac: do you regret it being her Amelia: it wasn't you, that's what I regret Amelia: but it couldn't be so Jac: yeah Jac: at least it was a girl Amelia: I'm not stupid enough to kiss any boys Jac: some just call it heterosexual Amelia: and I'm not so it'd be stupid for me Jac: alright Amelia: but I should probably kiss more girls Jac: why should you Amelia: because she'll think all the wrong things if I don't Jac: true Jac: I thought you didn't care about what people thought though Amelia: I'm going to have to find new friends from somewhere Jac: don't you gays stick together Amelia: she sticks with them and I don't want to see her Jac: you move fast Amelia: I don't really have a choice, do I? Jac: I don't need friends Amelia: handy since you don't have any Jac: that's why I don't Amelia: yeah, because you only care about what you need Jac: duh Amelia: did you ever care about me? Jac: don't be stupid Amelia: did you ever care about me when it wasn't because you needed something? Jac: what kind of question is that Amelia: one I need the answer to Jac: we were friends forever Jac: what did I get from it half the time Jac: no more than you did or didn't Amelia: okay Jac: that was a dick move making me answer that when you already knew Amelia: I didn't know Amelia: whenever I talk to you I end up with more questions than answers Amelia: and end up questioning my sanity Jac: you don't need to Jac: your work here is done Amelia: you can't tell me what to do when you don't even do what you said you were going to Jac: so you're going to continue to make a bad decision, just to be awkward Jac: that's smart Amelia: because you have such good reasons for doing what you did earlier Jac: 'course I do Amelia: go on then Amelia: tell me them Jac: already did Jac: I wanted to fuck it up for you Jac: felt great Amelia: there's smarter ways to feel good, and easier Jac: I've tried those Amelia: oh well I loved being your little experiment, thanks Jac: whatever Jac: it needed to be done Amelia: no it didn't Amelia: you keep saying that Jac: you don't get it Amelia: I don't buy into your fake bullshit, no, and that's all you've given me all night Jac: what's fucking fake about the fact I can't stand to have anyone around me happy? Jac: there's nothing fake about misery being the only thing I can stomach now Amelia: you didn't break up your parents or ruin your brother's music career, you sought me out when I haven't even been around you Amelia: you're full of shit Jac: trust me, I'm doing my best Jac: and you're full of shit if you're now trying to say you don't see me every day Jac: and that it isn't the fucking worst Amelia: I thought it was, until you did this Amelia: now I can say today was the worst Amelia: you're so fucking selfish and cruel Jac: nothing has changed Jac: I sped up your inevitable break-up, that's it Amelia: no, you went out of your way to hurt and humiliate me Amelia: everything has changed Jac: if you say so Jac: it wasn't the first time for me Amelia: who are you? Jac: it doesn't matter Amelia: who the fuck are you? Jac: I don't know, Amelia Jac: alright Amelia: you can't treat people like this Jac: then tell everyone what I did Jac: I don't care Jac: you could've done something about it Amelia: what did you want me to do? Jac: I thought you might put up more of a fight Amelia: for what? Against what? Jac: because I humiliated you Amelia: it wasn't the first time for me either Jac: never like that Amelia: I'm not going to fight you Jac: your loss Amelia: I keep telling you, I care about you, I don't want to hurt you Jac: I wish you'd stop Amelia: I wish I could Jac: yeah Jac: well Amelia: it's my loss, like you said Jac: don't worry, I've got my own Amelia: that makes me feel loads better Jac: it should Amelia: it doesn't Jac: you're infuriating Amelia: says you Amelia: I'm so angry at you Jac: because I wanted you to be Jac: that's the correct response Amelia: no, because I love you too much to hate you Amelia: because it won't go away Amelia: and I don't want to feel like this for the rest of my fucking life no matter what you do Jac: I don't have the answer Jac: If I could make you stop then I would Jac: but I don't know how Amelia: me either Jac: there's nothing I can do if you don't hate me by now Jac: I dropped you for Savannah Jac: I did everything I did tonight Amelia: I was there, I don't need you to recap Jac: I couldn't have made it easier Amelia: there's something wrong with me, there must be Jac: not as bad as me Amelia: my mum said at the time that I fell in love with you years ago and I can't expect to fall out of it in a few weeks or months Jac: logic adds up Amelia: she thinks I'm over it now so clearly not Jac: you probably said you were Jac: or near enough Amelia: the girlfriend thing kind of said it for me Jac: yeah well Jac: I've had loads of boyfriends Amelia: you're not in love with me Jac: I meant it doesn't mean anything, necessarily Amelia: yeah Amelia: my mum is more old fashioned though Amelia: romantic or whatever Jac: more romantic than your girlfriend, yeah Amelia: 🙄 Jac: she wasn't good enough for you anyway Amelia: I'm not good enough for anyone Amelia: I'm literally still in love with someone else who isn't them Jac: it isn't that simple Jac: you can feel things for more than one person Jac: you just, didn't for her and she wasn't worth it Amelia: maybe other people can but I don't Jac: how would you know Jac: it just hasn't happened yet Amelia: I'm too self aware if anything Jac: that's some lesbian nonsense Amelia: I'll put it in my bio then Jac: tinder Amelia: I'm not kissing that many girls, she'll definitely think all the wrong things Jac: be kicking herself, like Jac: or is it only okay when she does it Amelia: probably Jac: just like a lad Amelia: 😣 Jac: awh Amelia: I can't be bothered Jac: with girls? Amelia: I'm not trying anymore, you didn't keep your promises anyway Jac: what does that mean? Amelia: it means I don't care, my life can stay the mess you wanted it to be Jac: alright Jac: not like I can turn around and say 'no don't' now Amelia: and if you turn around you won't see me Jac: what? Amelia: school, I'm not doing it either Jac: shut up Amelia: online maybe so my dad doesn't rage Jac: that's bullshit Amelia: so is this Jac: no, fuck you Amelia: 😂 Jac: so you all get to fucking leave and I'm the one stuck dealing Jac: nah Amelia: I've got nothing to stay for Jac: it's school, no one does Jac: jesus Amelia: you said yourself it sucks having to see me every day Amelia: I'm doing you a favour Jac: you are ridiculous Jac: you think you can just run away like this is some shit indie song Amelia: I've tried the alternative Amelia: it didn't go great Jac: you think Savannah is bad? at least her parents made her go Jac: you're such a spoilt brat Amelia: I don't think about Savannah Jac: you don't think about anything Jac: christ Amelia: your audacity is another level Jac: your stupidity is worse Amelia: yeah, I've proved that loads of times over Jac: fucking hell Jac: your life is so hard, Meelie, yeah Jac: everyone thinks its my fault, what happened to Is Jac: and the more she says otherwise, the more it sounds like it was Amelia: no they don't, I don't Jac: well you love me so you're clearly insane and a bit biased Amelia: even if I hated you I'd still know that you weren't the one who assaulted her Amelia: it's his fault, nobody else's Jac: me and Sav still ran like we had something to hide Jac: that's all anyone cares about, working out what Amelia: you were scared, in shock probably Amelia: you felt like it was your fault Amelia: that doesn't mean it was Jac: all I know is she's fucked off, no one will say anything to Is, so it's all down to me, whatever people wanna say or think about it Jac: so yeah, sorry I think your idea is fucking laughable but been there, done that Jac: didn't solve anything, it only made the rest worse Amelia: I know it's a stupid idea, alright Jac: you can't go, alright, you just can't Amelia: you know I'll fight the whole school before I'd ever fight you Amelia: I'll do it for you too, if that will help Jac: Yeah, I do Jac: nothing will help but Jac: at least you're still here Jac: nothing else is the same Amelia: I'll be in detention every day for the next 2 years if that's what it takes to shut people up Jac: I don't deserve it Jac: or anything but hate from you, and I do fucking know that Amelia: you don't deserve to get the blame for being there and being her friend Amelia: I should've been too Amelia: and after it happened we should've talked Jac: maybe it's just karma Jac: I've never been a good friend to her and by the time it happened Jac: well Jac: I made you leave Amelia: I ruined our friend so I had to leave Amelia: *ship Amelia: that's not your fault either Jac: maybe it is Amelia: it's not Amelia: I shouldn't have told you how I felt Amelia: or been jealous of Savannah Amelia: or made such a big deal about the date you went on Jac: no Jac: I get it Jac: you weren't wrong Amelia: I did the wrong thing by leaving you and Is Jac: I couldn't wish the alternative on you Jac: having to stick around and watch Amelia: I still had to watch Amelia: I couldn't go that far Jac: I know it's my fault because it happened again Amelia: what? Jac: Savannah Jac: I kissed her Amelia: I don't understand Jac: you should have been jealous of her Jac: I mean Jac: you know what I mean Amelia: you mean you felt something for her Jac: I didn't want to feel any of it Jac: but she was straight and you weren't so having her around was meant to be easier Amelia: why didn't you just tell me? Amelia: you lied and lied and made me feel crazy Jac: because I feel crazy Jac: I fucking am Jac: I just Jac: it's not like I left that conversation and told her Jac: I kept on and got with lads and pretended to like it, tried to Amelia: everything you said, everything you did Amelia: oh my god Amelia: I can't Amelia: I can't take this in Jac: like I said, it's fucking karma Jac: I fucked it with you and it happened to me Amelia: I'm supposed to feel what, that she queerbaited you? Happy? validated? Jac: I don't know Jac: probably Amelia: did you know how you felt about her when I told you how I felt? Jac: why? Amelia: because you told me over and over again that you liked boys and you'd change that if you could Jac: yes, and I told her the same thing Jac: and I acted accordingly Amelia: I've spent so long feeling horrible for putting you in that position and none of it was real Jac: it was real Jac: I don't want to be Jac: I want to be straight Amelia: it isn't a choice Amelia: and you can't just twist everything to make it one Jac: acting or not acting on it is Amelia: so why did you choose to act on it by kissing her, if that's what you think? Jac: it was a mistake Jac: when we left Jac: after Is Jac: and it was just us Jac: then it destroyed everything and she's literally run away Amelia: and then you destroyed what was left after she'd gone Jac: yes Amelia: great Jac: I'm aware Amelia: are you? Amelia: for years I thought things were one way only to be told they weren't and now you're telling me an entirely different story again Amelia: 🤯 Jac: because we don't live in the ideal world where I accept myself for liking girls and I choose the right one and we live happily ever after Jac: we live in the world where I kissed Savannah and she looked at me like I was the boy who assaulted Isabelle Jac: and that's how I feel about it, and I would rather pretend to be straight forever, and have no real friends again, than have to do that, and feel that disgust again Amelia: we live in a world that doesn't revolve around Savannah fucking Moore Amelia: because she doesn't accept you, you can't accept yourself? No Jac: it's not her fault Jac: the rules don't make no fucking sense Jac: do you know how often she told me she loved me, how beautiful I was, and smart and perfect and kind, that she wanted me in her life forever? Jac: but that doesn't mean she wants to kiss me Amelia: that's why it literally is her fault Amelia: she flirted with you more than I EVER have, or would dare to openly do because I would get called a predatory lesbian and she gets likes and follows Jac: but she meant it Jac: I know she did Jac: that's just friendship to her Jac: it's too confusing Amelia: you want her to have meant it the same way you did, like I wanted you to with me Jac: but I did Jac: I lied Jac: so I know it doesn't make a difference now Jac: but still, you weren't wrong and I did, I am, whatever Jac: it was shitty to lie, I know, I accept it Jac: but she meant it all but she is straight...how does that work Amelia: I don't know Amelia: straight people are weird Jac: I don't want to find that relatable Jac: I want to be normal Amelia: I'm not abnormal, shut up Jac: fine, straight Jac: I don't want to ever have to think about this ever again Amelia: why do you want it so bad? Jac: so I don't feel like this Jac: the not knowing Jac: how much it hurts Jac: boys are easy, I told you Amelia: because you don't like them Amelia: if you were straight you'd get hurt just the same Amelia: you said it, Valentina's no different than a lad Jac: lads just like me Jac: I've never kissed any lad and had them recoil Amelia: they liked me too, it doesn't mean I had to like them back Jac: I mean it's not the same Jac: if a lad didn't like me, he'd have reasons Amelia: loads of girls like you too, I was friends with them for a bit, I heard all that gossip Amelia: Savannah's reason is that she doesn't like girls, any of them Jac: but she loves me Jac: more than she ever did Ty, I fucking know it Amelia: not like that, like Is loved us Jac: I can't stand it Amelia: I know Jac: you know I am sorry Jac: don't you Amelia: yeah Jac: you just had come so far and had done so much work Jac: it wasn't fair Jac: what I did wasn't, but it wouldn't have been to act on it, when I wanted so badly to be straight, for everything I did tell you to be true Amelia: no, I was in exactly the same place that we left each other in Amelia: you're not the only one who can lie Jac: I'm just so sorry but that's worth fuck all Jac: I hate how stupid all of it seems now Jac: redundant Jac: but that's close to a fair punishment, I suppose Amelia: you've already been punished Amelia: and sorry always means something when it's a real one Jac: I feel Jac: I don't Jac: I'm broken Jac: I don't even want to be a person now Amelia: I don't want to find that relatable Amelia: but it is Jac: fuck's sake Jac: see, why would I choose this? Jac: even if they're weird, this never happens to straight people Amelia: of course it does Amelia: Savannah's parents are fucked Jac: just because they don't love each other no more Jac: when they got together, I'm sure they both knew Amelia: still, her mum's so broken she's barely a person Jac: all I'm saying is we're getting dangerously close to comparing being gay to a mental illness Jac: which is what homophobes say and I'm not trying to be the confirmation Amelia: it's not being gay, it's loving the wrong person Amelia: there are happy gays, I've met some Amelia: and your brother isn't being held back by it Jac: don't get me started Amelia: Jude's love life is messier than his Amelia: more dramatic Jac: he'll end up with a girl Amelia: you don't know that Jac: wait and see Amelia: yeah, I'll stalk him from afar like a fangirl Amelia: 🤢 Jac: it's not the same either Amelia: you love a competition Jac: yeah, this is so much fun Jac: him and Jude are the same Jac: it doesn't mean anything to them, so they aren't getting hurt Jac: they don't care, it's not serious Amelia: you've got me, we're very much the same Amelia: in this anyway Jac: I don't want to love anyone ever again Amelia: then don't Jac: that's why I have no friends Amelia: yeah well you don't need them, that's the line and the lie, right? Jac: it's not funny Jac: I can't be trusted Jac: with any kind of relationship with a girl Amelia: I'm not laughing because me either Amelia: I make bad choices and I'm proven stupid, remember Jac: it's so fucking isolating Amelia: school is anyway Amelia: we're all in boxes Jac: you never used to hate it this much Amelia: now you understand how much I hate everything Amelia: how exhausted I am Amelia: it'd be nice to have the solidarity if it wasn't so horrible Jac: I'm just trying to get used to it Jac: accept it Amelia: at least you don't have to see her every day Amelia: maybe that'll make it different Jac: I never get to see her again Amelia: you don't know that either Jac: I do Jac: she's unlikely to stop by when she's seeing her mum Amelia: you verbally recoiled from me, ruined my birthday, nobody would call it likely that we're talking Jac: naive optimism is exactly what got you here Jac: don't even need to scroll for the reminder Amelia: ouch Amelia: you always find new ways to hurt me Jac: you really did just say you made bad choices and were stupid Jac: continuing this conversation is just another one for the list, probably Amelia: I can say it and do so you don't need to Jac: alright, alright Amelia: you're blocked though, this is the only place you could try to Jac: I could make another post but the point has been made well enough I reckon Amelia: it's not my birthday now so there's no point Amelia: ⛅ Jac: sod you then Jac: don't want you getting the wrong impression Amelia: 😂 bit late for that Jac: yeah Amelia: my dad'll be up soon I'll just wait ☕ Amelia: don't need you to entertain me any further Jac: you gonna tell him about your shit birthday Amelia: I'll tell them both we broke up and they'll be thrilled Amelia: it's all they want to hear Jac: you can tell them it was my fault, it doesn't matter to me Amelia: why would I do that? Jac: dunno, but having someone else's parents take over and shout at me for a bit might be mildly entertaining Amelia: they think I'm over you, they want me to be better Amelia: I'm not going to ruin the lie Jac: rude Jac: but fine Jac: guess you don't owe me Amelia: no, I don't Jac: enjoy your coffee then Amelia: it'll taste disgusting like it always does Amelia: the biggest lie of all Jac: you aren't as exhausted and sad as you say you are Jac: the taste would've been acquired by now, you massive child Amelia: I've had to hide it longer than you Amelia: I'm just more skilled and hilarious Jac: so you're better at being sad? Jac: and I love a competition 🙄 Amelia: 😏 Amelia: I've acquired a taste for anything with a high enough alcohol content, there you go Jac: I was drunk before I got there and that was still apparent Amelia: haven't needed stitches yet Jac: that's something Jac: anyway, how'd you figure you've had to hide it longer? Amelia: because I have Amelia: you were sitting pretty on a ☁ with Savannah for ages Amelia: nothing could touch you up there Jac: that's where you're wrong Amelia: I'm not letting you win again Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like I was fucking boys because I thought I wanted to Amelia: okay 🏆 no need to make me cry thinking about that Jac: they aren't that bad Jac: well, usually Jac: just not as interesting, it didn't make sense Jac: why we would waste time we could be together instead Amelia: it's really sad Amelia: as 💔 it was seeing you with lads, I thought it was at least what you wanted Jac: they aren't the ones that made me 💔 Amelia: I know but Amelia: I can't imagine doing that, or how it would make me feel if I thought I had to Jac: well you're much softer than I am Amelia: excuse me, it took you years to break me, Savannah did the same to you in 1 Amelia: you're not that hard Jac: I think that says more about Savannah than it does you Jac: but alright Amelia: right, because she's so perfect Amelia: I actually can't compete Jac: shut up Amelia: it's true Jac: it isn't that simple, I keep saying Amelia: it's as simple as you've already said, she's straight and I'm not Amelia: it was safer for you, except it wasn't Jac: you make it sound Jac: ugh Amelia: isn't it? Jac: you think I'm a right cold, calculating bitch Jac: and I'm not saying you're wrong but it was nice when you thought otherwise Amelia: we can't go back, you really drilled that into me Jac: I know Jac: oh well Amelia: oh well? that's the best you can do, yeah? Amelia: doesn't sound very calculating and well planned out Jac: because it's all over Jac: the only thing I've got left is uni and the career I want Jac: nothing else can or is going to exist Amelia: that's more than I've got Amelia: I haven't exactly been concentrating on my app Jac: well you're going to run away and find your Thelma aren't you Amelia: you ruined that fantasy with reality Jac: yeah right Jac: you're still a hopeless romantic Amelia: with a 🚗 I can't drive yet Jac: have you had any lessons yet Amelia: no Amelia: I keep asking my dad but he's always too busy Jac: go ask him now Amelia: I've drank too much to go now Jac: well duh but he'll feel so bad for you he'll make time tomorrow or whatever Amelia: and we're back to calculating Jac: someone has to if you wanna be wild and free Amelia: 😂 Jac: how early is it Jac: will the library be open Amelia: it's weird that the library is still open at any hour Amelia: you're literally the only person who ever goes there Jac: excuse me, only child Jac: you try and study with a house full of annoying kids and dogs Amelia: I'm fine with a 🏠 swap, I don't feel like studying Jac: yeah only if you make it permanent Amelia: you wouldn't take my guest room for a night, I don't think I'd be able to make that happen Jac: because you were there Amelia: rude Jac: sensible Amelia: nothing's going to happen Jac: yeah exactly Amelia: what does that mean? Jac: it means we aren't going to be friends Amelia: why not? Jac: I told you why Amelia: I'm not asking you to care about me, I'm saying I'm here for you Jac: No Jac: I wasn't joking when I said I can't have friends Amelia: I know you weren't Jac: that includes you Jac: especially you Amelia: okay Jac: okay Amelia: good morning then Jac: 👋

[quinnhayden]

Hello, lovely! I'm the anon inquiring after the buckysurvives!au--thank you so much for taking the time for my questions omg. I would be absolutely tickled if you could drop some angst bombs from the multiverse where Quinn saves Bucky in '48 (you can even answer for Bucky in his au, however this moves you or most makes sense), and what their reunion might look like? Do they get married right away?? Or is it more of a slow burn from healing to grieving... I'm so messed up about your work, bless.

Funny story. You asked for angst and I guess there’s a little, but. I used your prompt as an excuse for shameless Quinn and Bucky fluff. I would say sorry, but I’m not. I needed this after Endgame.

There’re aches all over—in her neck because all she’s done is sleep in this room, in her back because all she’s been is hunched over this bed, in her hand because all it’s been is wrapped around his since she could come be at his side. At this point, it’d be easier to point out the places that don’t hurt. A walk in that place that he was held in…it’d been like a trip to hell. It was hard to leave alive and in one piece, even harder when she had another unconscious person to take out with her, but she did it.  

To be honest, around the time she walked out with his arm over her shoulder, there wasn’t another soul alive in that place. What she saw in there, what she saw had been done to him and what was about to be done to him, it became their tomb. She had to blow it all up to hide the evidence of what she’d done to make them pay. She supposes there’s a lot she’ll have to explain when she meets her maker. Well, no, she won’t. She doesn’t feel much sorry that she saved her soulmate, especially from a place and people like that.

From there, it’s been a wild ride. She’d carried him back to the camp, as slow a process as that’d been. The trip back to America was hectic and tense—when she was awake because the whole ordeal had taken a toll on her, too. She suspects she’ll be ripped a whole new asshole because she went solo without backup, but she’d been shot, so it’d been put on the backburner. Their plane landed in New York and they were both rushed to the hospital. Before they put her under to take the bullet out, she slurred out an order for someone to call in his family.

Other than that, she’s not sure she’s slept an actual wink since her soul mark went dark. Adrenaline had kept her awake, but then the dust settled, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open another second. This position, hunched over next to him, it isn’t exactly the most comfortable, but the bed is soft. She must’ve dozed and that’s bad. The doctors don’t know when he’ll wake up or what shape he’ll be in when he does. But, Lord, someone has their hand in her hair and it’s nice. So damn nice. She could melt down in this chair. No, she could take another nap. Yeah, that seems like a lot nicer plan…

“…not ruin this. So what if she came to save you? I’ve known her three years now. This is not a woman who will sit back and let someone else save her soulmate. Do you know what Pop called her? A spitfire. That’s exactly what she is and I’m proud to have her as a part of this family. Oh, but do not tell her that he said that about her. Anyway, dear, if you don’t think I wouldn’t have been there with her if I’d known about this before then I’ve raised a fool out of you, James Barnes.” That’s Missus Winnie, isn’t it? “Son, please. Don’t pout. The doctors wouldn’t let her be in this room with us if she was in such terrible shape. She’s here. More importantly, you’re here.”

“Last time I checked, she wasn’t a soldier. Look at how hurt she is, Ma.” That…is a voice she’s only heard in her dreams.

To hear it—to hear him, it kicks her heart into overdrive. Adrenaline is back now. Would it be considered nerves here? Fuck. She doesn’t know. Oh, God. Now, her brain moves at a million miles a minute. Okay, she should open her eyes. Make sure this isn’t a dream. So, she snaps up in her chair, and it’s so fast that she’s shocked she doesn’t have whiplash. His attention snaps over to her and she stares back at him with wide eyes. Jesus, she hopes her mouth hasn’t dropped open in sheer awe.

Bucky is here, Quinn realizes. He’s here. His dark hair is choppy and unkempt. Gray eyes are exhausted and tell of more horrors than even she saw but are also as relieved to see her as she is to see him. His hand was the one in her hair because he drops it away from her face. He reaches out to take her hand in his and squeezes hard and she repeats the action. The corner of his mouth lifts a little and…and God have mercy, she could kiss him. That’s what she wants to do. She wants to kiss every inch of this beautiful man—those plump lips, the dimple in his chin, the marks on his skin, the scars around the arm he’s lost…everywhere.

Missus Winnie covers her mouth to hide a smile and stands up. Quinn assumes it’s to let her and Bucky have a moment alone, but that’s rude as hell. She was raised better than that. He’s back from the dead. Quinn shouldn’t automatically have all time with him because he’s her soulmate. “No! No, you…you should have some time alone without me. You’re his momma. Don’t let me push you out like this—”

“Quinn,” she interrupts sternly and levels Quinn with an expression that makes Quinn slowly slide back down in her seat. “You’re soulmates. You can have some time alone with each other.” She walks over to the other side of the bed where Quinn is and briefly touches her cheek. “I have all the time in the world with him now and it’s all because of you. Thank you.”

“I didn’t—”

“Not another word.” Smartly, Quinn decides it’s best to shut the hell up. Missus Winnie reminds Quinn too much of her own ma. Momma DuPont, too. Maybe all mommas are like that. Missus Winnie smiles, leans down to kiss the top of her head, and quietly leaves the room.

So, now it’s Quinn and Buck all alone in this room. She moves her head back around to stare at him some more. It’s…rude, probably, but she can’t help it. He’s more beautiful than words can say because he’s here and he’s alive and he’s with her. Good Lord, her brain melted? It must have. “Hi,” she blurts stupidly to only prove more that she doesn’t have a brain left inside her skull.

“Hi, Quinn,” he whispers fondly.

In her head, while she waited on him to wake up, Quinn swore that she wouldn’t bust out into tears on him. She remembers how much he hated to see her upset. Fuck all that mental preparation did because tears start to roll down her cheeks now. She feels the need to repeat that…he’s here. Quinn has her Bucky back. Horrible how it happened, but a miracle all the same. She tries to wipe at her cheeks, but the tears don’t stop. Horrified, she quickly drops her forehead down on the bed so he can’t see her face and she doesn’t have to embarrass herself any worse. Still, she does clutch his hand…hard. She’s not sure that she’ll ever be able to let him be out of reach of her.

Her sob is muffled by the sheets. “I’m sorry. This ain’t how I planned this to happen, but I can’t help it.” She pauses and then moans in irritation. “Okay, I didn’t have no actual plan, but I know I didn’t want to sit here and cry like a baby. I…I have you back and I don’t even know how to tell you how—Jesus Christ. What the fuck do I say?”

“Baby doll.” A whole shudder wracks her body. How many years has it been since she’s heard that? Wait. There’s a tremor in his voice that makes her poke her head back up. Oh. There are tears in his eyes, too. “Sweetheart, I’m only happy you broke out the tears before me. It’s okay. It’s really fuckin’ okay. I never thought I’d see you again. Please come up here. I want you next to me.”

Technically, she’s not supposed to, but the door’s closed. The worst that’ll happen is a lecture. Maybe someone will have pity because they’re soulmates. God, she aches. She’s ached three whole years. Quinn moves faster than is probably humanly possible, but so does he. He scoots over to make room and then she’s there. They’re there. She wraps her arms around him, he wraps his one around her shoulders, and she does what she wanted. She kisses him everywhere she can reach. Except his lips. She’ll save the first kiss for a better, more romantic time.

“I love you,” Quinn tells him between kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his dimple, his neck. “I love you so much. I won’t ever let you out of my sight ever again, you hear me? I won’t let anyone separate us. Not even death himself will come take you from me. You’re stuck with me, Barnes.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m yours. I’m all fuckin’ yours.”

Quinn hoped that she’d have a little more time until she had to have this particular conversation. Yeah, she knew it’d have to happen, but…not this soon. So, it comes like a sucker punch when a whole two days after he woke up, he stares out the window in his hospital room and quietly demands, “Tell me what happened to Steve.” There’s no one else in the room since the Barnes family went back home to clean up, eat, and make some space for Bucky. Immediately, at the name of their soulmate, she blanches which should be an answer itself. “They—” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “They told me he was dead. They showed me…papers and then they told me you were alive, said if I cooperated then they’d let you live.” Oh. That they. “I didn’t want to believe it, but he’s not here. So, talk.”

What’s she supposed to tell him that won’t make him feel like it’s his fault? Because, truly, on the day, all that they did was for Bucky. “You have to understand,” she starts shakily, “that you were dead.” Steve and Bucky were both so close for so many years that the loss of him broke Steve more than Quinn would’ve ever been able to fix. “We stormed down the last castle because we found out where Schmidt was holed up. There was a plane and…he wouldn’t have let me come. Schmidt and Steve went in the air and he stopped the Red Skull, but the plane was headed to New York with a bomb and—”

This has been an emotional week, so she doesn’t think it’s unreasonable to cry. “I talked to him while it went down,” she tries to explain but it’s hard to do past the tears. “I tried all I could to make him stay. I pretty much proposed to him, I tried to see if someone could find him some coordinates—I tried. I swear I did. I wanted to tell him to fuck the world, to come back home, but—” he didn’t want to live in a world without Bucky. “We lost him. I’m…I’m sorry, Bucky. I…” She tries to swallow past the lump in her throat and sobs instead. “I wish he could be here.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says thickly and reaches down to touch his leg. The leg that has Steve’s faded mark on it. He closes his eyes and here they are, tears on their cheeks again. “Yeah, I wish he was here, too.” He moves his arm around her shoulders, pulls her close, and buries his face into her hair. “God…damn it, Steve,” he whispers brokenly to the ghost in the room. “Goddamn you.” Quinn holds on as it slams into Bucky, the reality and the grief, because she knows what it’s like to do this alone and no one should have to deal with that.

Today marks the day—the last day that Bucky will be at the hospital. Really, both he and Quinn have recovered quicker than the doctors ever expected. From across the room, Quinn watches as he tries and fails to button up his shirt. It’s nice, she thinks, to see him in clothes that aren’t army issued. Suspenders shouldn’t look so nice, especially when they’re not even up over his shoulders yet. She…she never had this with Bucky, this outside life. Steve did, but not her. God, this is what they had all dreamed about and…there’s a sudden ache, square in her chest.

“Here,” she murmurs because any louder and he’ll know she’s upset. No need to worry him like that. This is his day, after all. She won’t ruin it. “Let me do it.” She sidles up close to him, tries not to plaster herself across his chest like she wants to. He doesn’t respond like she thinks he would—his eyes shut down and he clenches his jaw like he’s mad at her. It confuses her, but then her brain catches up with how this could look to him. “No. It ain’t that.” It isn’t because she has pity on him, doesn’t think he can do it himself. It’s that she can’t do this on her own. How has she spent three whole years without them? “I…I want to be close with you, okay? That’s all.”

Her hands slide over his shoulders to help relax him and he does, but she made a mistake when she locked eyes with him. His irritation makes way for worry because there are tears in her eyes. “Quinn, what’s—”

“I’ve missed you. It hit me. Just now. I went and realized that I didn’t think I’d ever have this.” His expression softens and he wipes away the lone tear that rolls down her cheek. She leans into the touch, turns her head to kiss the center of his palm. “I’m sorry. I swear I don’t mean to break out the waterworks so much.” Then, she sets out what she planned to and helps finish the rest of the buttons. Bucky probably thinks she’s full of shit, but he doesn’t press her to open up about what the real problem is. Maybe he doesn’t want to know.

There’s a hole between them now…where Steve is supposed to be. Their lives will always be a little darker without him in it. It must be like salt on Bucky’s wounds. He hasn’t had time to settle in and accept a splintered soul like Quinn has. She knew this would happen. Their souls are in better shape compared to what it’d be like on their own, the loss of two soulmates on their hearts, but that still won’t make them all the way whole. They never will be, she supposes.

“Now you have it. You have me,” Bucky reminds her. “Remember that, yeah?”

“Always,” she promises. Once she snaps his suspenders over his shoulders, she takes a step back. “I should head back to my hotel now.” He looks at her, alarmed. “Look, I know that your momma will tan my hide over this, but I won’t come with y’all. I don’t wanna butt in on your family plans.” He opens his mouth to complain and she puts her hands on her hips. “Uh-uh. No, sir. They deserve time alone with you without me in the middle. I don’t care what Missus Winnie says about the…hero deal. Whatever. We can, uh—I can take you out for dinner? How’s that sound?”

He throws his arm up in surrender. “Fine. I’ll let you hash it out with my ma, but you won’t win when she comes for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Hours later, there’s a knock on her hotel room’s door and when she opens it, Bucky smiles at her, but it’s small and too forced to be true. Worriedly, she reaches out to touch his cheek. Her poor soulmate looks tired as hell. She decides not to call him out on it because he has every reason to be. Instead, she offers him an out with, “This place Howard set me up with is fancy. I ain’t never had room service before. Want to try it with me?”

Like she said, the hotel is fancy. They serve Quinn and Bucky’s dinner on a silver platter, Jesus. While Bucky carefully places the plates on the mattress, Quinn opens the curtains up. Since her room is so far up, she and Bucky can watch the sun start to set. As beautiful as it may be to someone like her, Bucky watches it…almost like it’s betrayed him. “Brooklyn isn’t the same.” Since it’s only been three years since he’s seen Brooklyn, she thinks the real reason it isn’t the same is because Steve isn’t here with him. “What’s Kentucky like?”

Quinn won’t dawdle on Brooklyn, but there’s not much to say about Kentucky, either. “Hazard’s probably the same as ever.”

“Probably?”

Aw, shit. Fuck, she didn’t even think to tell him about school. “Uh—” she clears her throat. No better time than now. This is a conversation they’ll have to have, anyway. When she enrolled, she didn’t expect her soulmate would come back from the dead. “I, uh…I’ve been in Philadelphia…since the war ended. No. Wait. Not exactly after the war. I did some other…stuff and then I came home. Anyway, I’m—” she blushes and tucks some hair behind her ear. Drops her eyes down to the plate in her lap. “I’m at the Women’s Medical College of Pennsylvania now. I…I wanted to be a doctor.”

The fork that Bucky had halfway to his mouth clutters back on his plate and his mouth drops in shock. Quinn startles at the noise. “Get the fuck outta here,” he whispers. His reaction only makes Quinn even more uncomfortable. She didn’t think it was a stupid idea at the time, but maybe he does? “Holy shit. I was right.” She sneaks a peek up at him and his mouth stretches into a smile, one wider than she’s ever seen on him since he woke up. It steals her breath away and she could kiss him, he’s so beautiful. “I told you, didn’t I? That you had the most brains between us? Doctor Quinn Esther Hayden—that’s a catchy title. A real swell name. C’mon, tell me more about it. What’s it been like, huh?”

“Slow down there, cowboy,” she tells him and now she’s as giddy as he is now. They sit there, smile at each other. She didn’t think he’d be this happy. This proud. It makes her chest swell with emotion. “I’ve been there two years now, okay? I’ve only barely started. It’ll be a while before I’m an actual doctor.” She pauses. “I took the rest of this semester off. I…wasn’t sure how you’d…I didn’t know what you’d want to do.”

“This ain’t my decision, Quinn,” he murmurs and reaches out to take her hand. “We’re not married and even then, I wouldn’t try to control you like that. I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself. I won’t hold you back while I try to come up with an idea. What kinda man would I be to not support my soulmate when she has a dream?” Quinn will not cry, she won’t, but he makes it hard. Then, all innocently, he tells her, “I’ve never been to Philadelphia.”

“I think we should fix that, don’t you?”

A little over a year later, when they’re on summer break and have no idea what the fuck to do with themselves. The G.I bill puts Bucky in school and Howard helps keep them comfortable in their apartment. Turns out that Howard likes Bucky a lot more than he does Quinn. You won’t hear her complain, though. Anyway, since they don’t have any plans, Quinn comes up with the brilliant idea of breaking in their apartment. They never really had the chance when they moved in together. Quinn went back to school and Bucky started his first year. See? No time at all. It’s a lie. They definitely broke in this apartment, but Bucky coincidentally doesn’t remember that.

For some reason, Bucky suddenly gets a little…cagey. Well, cagier than usual. He’s become a little more withdrawn since he came home. A war, time spent as a POW, and the loss of a soulmate will do that to a person. So, yeah, that wouldn’t be all that unusual, but he’s also…a little wired? Hell, sometimes he’s like her and seems to want to vibrate out of his skin. Quinn can’t really complain because when he has that look in his eyes, she knows she’ll be pounded into the mattress. She’s just curious what’s with this weird mood he’s been in.

It happens when she least expects it. She attempts to make some pancakes because, God bless him, poor Bucky cooks most of their meals and, damn it, she’s going to learn. She thinks she did pretty decent today. Didn’t even burn that many. Anyway, they’re on a plate by the stove and she’s at the table. Bucky walks into the kitchen, hair a fluffy mess, and she smiles at him. He smiles back, so warm and full of love that she has to duck her head a second because she blushes. He talks over, kisses the top of her head, and then heads over to the countertop to make himself a plate.

“Wanna know what I’ve been thinking about the past couple of weeks?” Bucky asks and it sounds a little too casual.

She tries not to seem too interested or excited because she thinks he’s about to open up about what the hell has had him so wired up. “What’s that, Buck?”

He peeks over his shoulder and smirks at her mischievously. “How much you hate the name Doctor Quinn Hayden.”

“Aw, Buck,” she pouts. Stares down at her plate and stabs at her pancakes while her cheeks turn red again. “I don’t hate it. Just think it’s weird, is all.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see him turn around and move toward her. She doesn’t suspect much and pouts down at the table while he hums. “It could be Doctor Barnes.”

“No. See, it’s the doctorpart that messes me up—” the words and what they mean process in her head and her breath hitches. She snaps her head up, but he’s not on his feet anymore. He’s down next to her, on a knee, a little open black box in the middle of his palm. There’s a ring square in the center of the box. “Bucky?” His name comes out as a squeak.

“Quinn—”

And Quinn does what Quinn does best which is run her damn mouth. “Bucky, are you sure? I mean, Lord, you don’t think I’m wife material, do you? I can’t cook! You know how I can be! I’m…I’m stubborn and…and what do you say ‘bout me? I have a hot Irish temper? I do! And your daddy says I’m a spitfire. Got a foul mouth and throw a punch before I talk. Ain’t you heard how them fellas talk about me at your school when I come to see you?”

Bucky puts the box on the table and she thinks he’s wizened up. Because, yeah, they…they’re soulmates and they live with each other, but…it’s true. Men will shake their head at Quinn and she can hear them murmur how unlucky Bucky is to end up with a lady that doesn’t know her place. It hurts, of course it does, but it’s all true.

“Hey, Quinn, look at me,” Bucky orders softly and puts his hand on her cheek. “Don’t you know I love you because you’re a spitfire? Yeah, I’ve heard those assholes. I’d knock them in their fucking teeth if I wouldn’t get kicked out of school. I don’t want what they do. I don’t want some little southern belle that’ll listen to my every word. I fell in love with you because you don’t take anyone’s shit—especiallymine. The world wants you to be quiet and, baby, you scream at ‘em. I love that. You know who you are and don’t let anyone change you.”

Quinn didn’t realize she’d started to cry until she tries to take a breath and sobs. He wipes a thumb under her eye, catches only one tear out of many. “You have savedme. You know that?” Now, there are tears in his eyes, too. “I wanted to die, but you wouldn’t let me, even before you came to drag my ass out of there.” His hand moves around the back of her neck and he pulls her down to brush his lips over hers briefly. “Goddamn it, you made me fall in love with you and now you’re stuck with me.” He picks that box back up and presses it in her hand. “Quinn Esther Hayden, will you marry me?”

Quinn sobs and nods furiously. “Yes,” she blurts. “Yeah, Doctor Quinn Barnes sounds a whole lot better.”

They tie the knot in late July because on this, Bucky’s as impatient as her. Oh, and they want to marry before the new semester starts at their schools. It took a lot to have everyone show up on such short notice, but their families are there. Even the one they made in the war. Hell, even Colonel Phillips showed up.

It’s beautiful and Quinn almost keeps her shit together until they give each other their ring. Bucky had come up with the idea to melt their dog tags and shape them into a wedding band. War is hell and it took nearly everything from them, but the truth is they never would’ve met without it.

Around their necks, hidden underneath their clothes, are Steve’s dog tags.

In January of 1950, Quinn’s only three months away from graduating and then heading to medical school. But then, she spends an entire week hunched over the toilet in the morning, Bucky holding her hair and rubbing her back. That still doesn’t stop her, though. She won’t be able to start getting her doctorate yet, but you can bet your ass she walks up on that stage to get her damn diploma.

And when they make it back to their apartment, after the dinners and celebrations, Bucky helps ease her out of her graduation robes and sweeps his hand down along the gentle swell of her stomach.

It marks five years since Steve put the plane down on March 4, 1950.

Lana Grant Barnes comes into their lives exactly seven months later on October 4, 1950.

Quinn and Bucky are squished together in the hospital bed and run their hands over their baby, in complete and total awe. They touch her soft, dark mess of hair. Quinn brushes her hand over the little dimple in Lana’s chin. Her little girl coos and blinks open blue eyes that Bucky swears are Quinn’s and not his. She’s beautiful. The most beautiful goddamn thing Quinn has ever seen in her entire life.

Little Lana tries to close a chubby hand around the dog tag that hangs down from Quinn’s neck, the one with Steve’s name. She leans down so she can press a kiss to her baby’s forehead and closes her eyes. April was the end to one chapter in their lives, Quinn suddenly realizes. Here, in October, with Lana…she’s the start to a new one. She knows how her pa felt, when he left New York, went to Kentucky, met Ma, and had Quinn. A fresh start.

Quinn will always remember Steve, will always love him, but she decides it’s time to put him to rest in her heart.

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Oh okay! Well I guess to ship me with them you need to know about me lol I'm quite short with short dark hair and really dark eyes. I love reading books and comics, watching movies and tv shows. I'm also really into sports and I can't go a day without drinking tea. A lot of my friends say the only time I talk is when I'm being sarcastic but idk haha anyways thank you so much!!

GOSH i’m so sorry this took five yrs

but i’m here now!!!

anyways ship below the cuttttt!!!!

For Queen, I ship you with Roger Taylor!

Although you’re quiet, I think that would contrast quite perfectly with Roger’s outspoken nature. Although he’s not always a talker, his tendency to speak up in most situations only highlights your contributions when you do choose to pipe in. As a result, the rest of the band thinks you’re the second funniest thing around. First is John Deacon - even he thinks so, let’s be honest.

Your sarcasm is what drew Roger to you in the first place. Both of you happened to run into each other outside of a pub at around mid-afternoon one time. 

You worked at the pub, tending bar, because as a bartender, it was always important to listen. You were good at listening - you’d rather hear other people talk and then give a good, witty piece of advice, rather than talk someone’s ear off.

Although you’d briefly seen each other before when he played gigs there, he’d never got the chance to come over and talk to you. Tending the bar was simply too hectic.

Roger had approached you when he saw you hanging up posters for upcoming shows. He thought you were quite a cute little thing when he’d first seen you months ago, short and sweet but still alluring with your dark hair/eye combo. And he was never one to shy away from a girl he felt interest in, so when he saw you, he had to come over.

“Smile? Who’s that?” he asked when he saw the poster you were currently tacking up. Although your back was to him, you faintly recognized the soft, Cornish voice that drifted into your eardrums, and you rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to face the drummer of Smile himself.

“Ha ha. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a regular joker?” you teased, handing him the box of tacks as you tried to reshuffle the posters in your hand and find the one for another local band.

“Actually, no,” he laughed, holding the box for you as he shifted his weight to one foot, standing with his other hand casually resting in his pocket.

“Really? Personally, I’m not shocked,” you replied without missing a beat, finally finding the poster and grabbing a few tacks from the box in his hand before starting to put the poster up directly above Smile’s. 

The space left on the board was minimal, and far above your head, so when you started to struggle to reach the top, Roger chuckled before reaching over your head and nicking the tack from your fingers, then tacking it up himself.

“Thanks,” you laughed softly as you pushed a very short, stray lock of hair out of your face. Turning to face him again, you noticed he was a bit closer than before, but you had nowhere to go and didn’t really feel like backing down from his friendliness. You honestly found him attractive, and had been hoping secretly that he’d try to talk you up one day. Now, your wish was coming true.

“No problem. Say, are you going to be tending bar tomorrow night after the show?” he asked, leaning against the board and flashing you a charming smile as you rolled up the remaining posters that you’d have to tape up in the surrounding blocks.

“Tomorrow’s my night off. Why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached for the tacks in his hand. But he retracted it, refusing to let you take it, and you squinted a bit as you tried to figure out what angle he was trying to take.

“No, don’t worry, love, I’ll carry these for you. After all, you were the one who gave them to me.” He had a point, so you shrugged and started to make your way back into the bar, Roger following you into the entrance and continuing on. “How about we go out after the show? You and me, on the town. My treat.”

Your cheeks flushed a bit as you registered that Roger was asking you out. But you kept trekking into the bar, walking to the office and letting Roger in as you went to find the tape, giggling to yourself. “Are you asking me out? Do you even know my name?”

“Sure, I do, Y/N. When you see a pretty bartender, you ask for their name. Duh.” He was grinning toothily at this point, a mischievous look about him, and you raised an eyebrow before sighing playfully and snatching the tacks from his hand, replacing it with a roll of duct tape. 

“I suppose that can be arranged. But you have to help me put the rest of these up.”

That next night, you had a whirlwind of a time, and ended up crashing at Roger because of how sloshed the two of you had gotten. But he slept on the couch like a gentleman, and when you realized he wasn’t just trying to get a petty fuck out of you, you started to entertain his advances more. Then, before you knew it, you were his girlfriend.

And Roger was an angel of a boyfriend - any time you were feeling like staying in, he’d be there in a heartbeat with a cup of tea and a new book he’d bought for you.

“I saw it and thought of you,” he said cheerily, handing it to you as you sunk down into the couch with your steaming mug of tea. Blowing on the surface on the liquid, you couldn’t help but smile as you took the book from his hand, and he returned a loving smile before he seated himself next to you, getting comfortable and wrapping his arm around you. Drizzly rain pattered against the window of his flat, but the sound only relaxed you further.

Sitting your tea on the side table for a moment, you snuggled up close to him and pulled a blanket over the two of you as he watched the TV, which he’d turned to one of his favorite game shows.

A domestic scene like this was certainly not one you’d ever expected to see Roger in. As you grabbed your tea and opened the book to page one, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you felt Roger’s hand weave through your hair, just brushing through it barely and absentmindedly as he watched the game show.

When you’d first seen Roger, he was practically shirtless, on stage, beating his drums like an animal, singing his heart out, and all else. But now, he was here, cuddling with you, so serene it made your heart swell.

Just so your heart wouldn’t burst into a million pieces from how happy you currently were, you leaned up and pressed a few gentle, affectionate kisses on his jaw, then returned to your reading with a content heart as a smile crossed Roger’s face.

“What was that for?” he asked, gently tugging on your hair to get your attention. And you blushed, just a bit, overwhelmed with fondness for him, but you couldn’t be gushy right now or you might melt, so you chose the coy approach.

“Return the favor and maybe you’ll find out.”

And for BoRhap, I ship you with Gwilym Lee!

What a sweet boy. And somehow, he looks so innocently devilish doing that. 

ANYWAYS

Yes, I know, height differences. But Gwilym loves that you’re short! Your height was actually indirectly what had led him to meeting you in the first place. 

You were seated directly behind him at a rugby match, a very important one to you AND him - your favorite teams were playing, coincidentally opposite each others, and of course you got sat behind the most obnoxiously tall fan of the other team’s fanbase.

But you weren’t going to be rude about it - in fact, it seemed like he was just there to have a good time. He was drunk, but not aggressively or annoyingly so. He was just too god damn tall, and he seemed painfully unaware of that.

After about 15 minutes of watching the back of his head, you sighed, quite audibly. Your friends had left a couple minutes ago so they could go to the stadium’s bar, so you were alone with your beer you’d got on your way to your seat, and staring at the back of this guy’s head.

When you noticed that he had an empty seat next to him, you jumped at the opportunity. Even though you weren’t exactly the bold type, this game was important to you, and if that meant you had to bother a Welsh fan for a seat, you were all about it.

Tapping on his shoulder, you grabbed your beer as he turned around to look at you, a look of genuine confusion smeared across his unbelievably handsome face. He was quite a looker, and you mentally smacked yourself for getting into this situation without planning first.

“Hi,” you laughed a bit awkwardly, nodding to the seat next to him. “Is that seat taken?”

“Er, no, my mate couldn’t make it,” he replied slowly, shaking his head as the confusion slowly wore off. But there was still a trace of it left as he raised an eyebrow at you standing up and grabbing your things. “Why?”

“Want to know the truth?” you asked, tossing your coat and purse down on the bleacher floor in front of the open seat next to him. When he nodded, you took a sip of your beer before handing it to him. “Would you put that in the cupholder, please? And if I’m going to be frank, it’s because I didn’t buy a ticket to this match to watch the back of a Wales fan’s head, however nice your hair is.”

That got a laugh out of him, and he sat your beer down in the cupholder in front of him before holding out a hand and helping you over the back of the seat, only getting a mildly questioning look from his friend to his left. Once you’d successfully gotten over the chair, he turned his helping hand into a handshake, looking down at you with an amused smile as he easily towered over you.

“My name’s Gwilym. What’s yours?”

“Y/N,” you replied, shooting him a sweet smile before giving his jersey a pointed look as you dropped his hand. “Hope you guys are ready to get your shit handed to you.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You want to put your money where your mouth is?”

His team won. You should have known, but when he wagered a date on the game, you couldn’t say no. And when he took you on that date, he only made a few jokes about how much of a shitshow your team was that day.

And when he managed to drag you to a Wales match that wasn’t against your team a few months later, he was presented the perfect opportunity to ask you to be his girlfriend.

“I get that you’re from there, but why continue to support the team if it’s genuine garbage?” he asked laughingly, amused by the playfully sour look your face had taken on. Once again, he was reminding you of how sorely your team was performing this season. The only way to make him stop was to start pouting, after which he’d apologize profusely and promise not to be a big bully anymore.

“I came out to this match to have a good time with you, Gwil, and I’m beginning to feel a bit attacked here, truly.”

“Aw, come on, I was just teasing!” he whined, nudging you with his shoulder as you stared up at the scoreboard and refused to look at him despite the smile playing on your lips. They were doing the routine halftime kiss cam, and you watched as a cute older couple gave each other a chaste peck on the lips.

His arm then wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, and though you were faking being mad at him, you still let your head rest on his shoulder as he squeezed you a bit. “Don’t be mad at me, sweetheart. I promise I’ll buy you a beer if it makes you feel better.”

“You better,” you mumbled, still looking up at the scoreboard, and to your surprise (and admittedly, excitement), you suddenly saw a Welsh man with his arm around a young woman with dark eyes and short dark hair, who was leaning on him. 

Yep, you guessed it. It was kiss cam time.

“Gwil, look,” you murmured, pointing up to the scoreboard/jumbotron, and a blissfully unaware, smiley Gwilym looked up to the scoreboard just to be met with his own expression.

“Oh shit,” he blurted out, immediately taking on an embarrassed look as he laughed at his own obliviousness. After glancing between you and the screen, he nudged your head gently with his shoulder. “Suppose it would be a good time to ask you if you’d fancy being my girlfriend.”

“Are you joking?!” you choked out, your head flying up so that you were staring at him with a flabbergasted, ecstatic expression. “Yes, yes! God, it took you long enough!”

With that, you quickly glanced at the kiss cam before grinning widely and taking Gwilym’s face in your hands, planting a big, affectionate kiss directly on his lips. It wasn’t a sloppy kiss, and there wasn’t anything too racy about it - it was pure joy, and the way Gwilym pulled you closer for a moment while he kissed back was enough to make your heart race even faster than it already was.

When you pulled away to a few cheers around you, you gave a wide grin to the camera before looking back at Gwilym, who was absolutely pleased with himself as he kept his arm firmly around you, waving for the camera and giving your cheek a quick kiss.

As the cheers died down, you giggled and rested your head on his shoulder again, completely content with what events had just transpired. But, of course, you weren’t letting him off that easy.

“I haven’t forgot about the beer, you know.”

“Of course you haven’t, love. Wouldn’t expect any less of you.”