#an anon gave me an address for a tea shop they used to work in so i popped by to bring miku there

[dailyhatsune]

miku spotted again

[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Best Friends

Zuko x fem!reader

Summary: You stayed with Zuko in the Fire Nation and when he gets a little jealous he realizes he likes you, his best friend.

Requested?: Yes! This was inspired by a wonderful anon's request:

Love that you are taking requests, I’m so excited! Could you possibly write a jealous Zuko of Y/N, potentially best friends to lovers kind of thing, maybe when he is fire lord? Would love to see what you would do with something like that 😁

I hope you like it!

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Requests are open!!

A/n: If y’all couldn’t tell by now, I suck at thinking up titles.

  “What are you gonna do now, Y/n?” Aang asked as you looked out over the party with the rest of the group. You were the only one who was undecided about their plans after the war, but now that you'd had some time to think, you knew.

  “I’m staying here,” you announced, smiling at Zuko. He gave a small smile back as you continued, “There isn’t anything left for me back home since somebody *cough* Zuko *cough* burned it down.”

  He frowned at you. “How many times do I have to apologize for that?”

  You considered the question. “Oh, I don’t know, forever?” You chuckled. “I don’t mind though, it led to me meeting my best friend.”

  Zuko smiled again as you gave him a quick hug. “I need a new advisor if you're up for it.”

  “Challenge accepted.”

  For a while you all talked, finally enjoying yourselves. It was really nice, but eventually you were all pulled away to go and join the party. Duty called.

   As you made your way from person to person, they each congratulated you on your appointment as Zuko’s advisor. Some were less genuine than others, obviously upset that they hadn’t gotten the position.

  All of it made you a little nervous and when you finally pulled away from a not so genuine couple, you made your way to Zuko. You wanted to dance and why do it with a stranger when you could do it with your best friend?

  You were a third of the way to Zuko when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You snapped around, months of traveling with the gaang made you expect a fight, but instead you found a man a little older than you standing there.

  “You’re Y/n, right? Zuko’s advisor?” He asked.

  You nodded, giving him your default charming smile. “I am.”

  “Nice to meet you, I’m Lee.” He bowed and you quickly mimicked him. “I’m hoping to be on the council.”

  “Oh? Where are you from?” You asked, trying to make conversation as you looked for Zuko again. He had moved in the brief time you had spoken to Lee.

  “A small village that you’ve probably never heard of near another small that you’ve probably never heard of. All of the town leaders elected me to come here.”

  You nodded, finally spotting Zuko. “Maybe I’ll put in a good word for you, but for now, it was nice meeting you.”

  “Nice meeting you too, Y/n,” he said and you let out a sigh of relief as you left. It was so stressful just to talk to people now. They always wanted something and while Lee seemed kind it was hard to be sure.

  You pushed your anxieties away though as you finally found Zuko.

  “Enjoying the party?” You asked after he’d finished talking to a couple.

  “If you can call it that.”

  “Well, let’s remedy that. Come dance, it’ll be fun.”

  Zuko nodded, offering an arm to lead you out to the dance floor.

  ~~~~

  “Iroh!” You greeted the old man with a bright smile and a hug. It had been a few months since you’d last seen him and you missed him and his cheerful energy. And not only that, having him around always made Zuko happier.

  “Y/n, it’s good to see you again. I hope you’ve been well?”

  “Of course, I love the Fire Nation, especially with what we’ve done with it. Zuko’s been great!”

  “Speaking of him, where is my nephew?”

  “I’m here, Uncle!” Zuko called, speeding down the steps and immediately hugging Iroh. “How have you been?”

  “Wonderful! The tea shop is as busy as ever.” He smiled. “How are you? I hear you’re pretty busy too.”

  “Incredibly,” you agreed with a tired smile.

  Iroh nodded understandingly. “Well, now that I’m here it’s time for some fun!”

  The three of you turned to walk back into the palace, but a servant came rushing down the steps. “Your Majesty! Lady Y/n!”

  “Yes?” Zuko asked after they had bowed.

  “There’s a problem, an emergency meeting had to be scheduled.”

  You sighed, but Iroh just chuckled. “Work never really takes a break.”

  “Would you like to join us?” You asked.

  “Will there be tea?” Iroh asked, earning a laugh from you.

  “Whatever you’d like,” Zuko confirmed as you made your way to the meeting room.

You walked inside and took your seat next to Zuko, waving at those who had already arrived. Lee, who had been appointed to the council, waved back and moved to take a seat next to you as Iroh took the seat across from you.

You leaned over to Zuko. “Do you have any clue what this is about?”

“No,” he whispered back.

You sighed. “It’s probably something bad.”

Zuko was cut off from answering as a younger general, Xu, stood to address the room. He began to speak and you listened intently as he discussed a problem with the colonies: some people didn’t want to acknowledge that Zuko was the Firelord, instead they were choosing to follow ‘Firelord Azula’.

It was a problem you’d heard of before and you wondered why Xu was bringing it up now, in an emergency meeting, on your day off.

Just as you were about to voice your question Xu answered it. “Some of the leaders of the colonies have come here and we are worried that they might try something...drastic,” Xu stated.

Zuko nodded thoughtfully and you spoke up. “What do you think about giving them a tour of all the good things that Firelord Zuko has done? Maybe then they will see that he isn’t all bad?”

“Sounds like a great idea!” Lee exclaimed from your right and Zuko nodded in agreement, though there was a frown on his face. You gave him a reassuring smile and he gave a small one back.

“And you should add some more guards to Azula’s cell,” Iroh added. “But don’t let her know about this. I know that my niece is crafty, if she has hope she will act on it.”

With those decisions made, the meeting went on smoothly and you were able to get out of it relatively fast.

As people filed out of the room you turned to Zuko and Iroh. “I’m going to run up to my office real quick. I want to send a hawk to everyone about this.”

Zuko nodded. “Meet us by the turtle duck pond?”

“Yep,” you moved to leave the room, but Lee grabbed your attention.

“You know you have such amazing ideas, why do you always look to Zuko to make sure he approves?” He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders.  

You gave him an incredulous look as you gently moved away. “He’s the Firelord, he has the final say on bigger matters and I’d prefer us to be on the same page.”

“His uncle didn’t ask for approval to move guards to Azula’s cell.”

“We would have moved guards to Azula’s cell no matter what, Iroh just so happened to be the one to say it.” Lee opened his mouth to argue more, but you continued, “Maybe we can talk about this another time,” you suggested, backing away. Though, by ‘another time’ you meant never.

Lee nodded. “How about at dinner tonight?”

You shook your head and gave him a fake smile. “I have plans.” With that final statement you turned around and quickly left the room. While Lee typically made you feel more comfortable in meetings, this time he was doing anything but.

You were halfway down the long hallway when you realized that you had forgotten your notes. You sighed turning around, you’d need them to write a letter to your friends. You wanted to give them as many facts as possible so they could decide what to do.

Your footsteps echoed ominously in the hall and you realized how uninviting and creepy they seemed. It was another thing you’d have to talk to Zuko about.

  You pushed aside your thoughts and slowed down as you heard slightly raised voices in the meeting room. Two you immediately recognized as Zuko’s and Iroh’s, but third, Lee’s, took you a little longer.

  “You were clearly making her uncomfortable,” Zuko stated and you could tell that he was irritated.

  “Maybe you were just uncomfortable thinking about Y/n and I dating?” Lee asked.

  “You don’t care about her, you just want power,” Zuko argued.

  You heard Lee scoff. “Maybe I do. I would be a better Firelord than you. I’m beginning to think it’s your family that’s the problem, you’ll just lead this country to ruin.”

  You let out a quiet huff of annoyance. The result of many late night chats with Zuko had led you to know one of his greatest fears: failing. You scowled though no one could see you. How dare Lee say that? You had half a mind to challenge him to an Agni Kai right here and now.

A few calming breaths later led you to remember that you weren’t a fire bender and neither was Lee. However, you still weren’t above fighting him after what he had just said to your best friend. You did not appreciate Lee speaking to him like that.

  Zuko was handling it though. “Leave,” he ordered and you could hear the glare in his voice.

  “W-What?” Lee asked, all of his fight gone.

  “I said, leave. If you are going to disrespect Y/n and I then you don’t have a place in this meeting room or in this palace.”

  You didn’t hear anything else as you hid in an alcove by the door. Lee walked out of the room and you could see he was seething, you’d never seen him that angry and you were glad he couldn’t see you. You did not want to talk to him.

  You moved back to the door to head inside, but Iroh spoke, “I’ll have some guards escort him out.”

“Thank you.” Zuko’s voice moved away from the door. “Do you think I was overreacting?”

“No,” Iroh stated. “You were concerned for Y/n, I can see how much you like her.”

  “What? No!” Zuko protested. “She’s my best friend.”

  “She’s not more than a friend?” Iroh asked teasingly.

  “I-I don’t know,” Zuko admitted much to your surprise.

  You couldn’t imagine Zuko liking you, it was a miracle you were friends after the way you had met. Could you even be more than friends? If you really thought about it you weren’t opposed to the idea.

  A chair creaked. “I’ll leave you to think about it,” Iroh said.

  “I’ll meet you at the turtle duck pond,” Zuko responded, his voice distant, as the door opened.

  “Hi,” You said, slightly embarrassed that you had been found listening.

  “You should talk to him,” Iroh advised, a kind smile on his face.

  You nodded, pushing open the door. “Hey Zuko.”

  “Y/n? H-how much did you hear?”

  “All of it,” you admitted feeling your face heat up.

  “Oh, um-“

  You cut him off. “Thank you for defending me.”

  “Of course.”

  You smiled at him. “About what I heard after that...”

  “Oh, that,” He repeated, flustered.

  “Mhmm,” you proded.

  “Well, I-I guess I like you then.”

  You chuckled at how spontaneous this situation was, but quickly realized it wasn’t a good idea. You moved over and sat in the chair next to Zuko. Taking his hands you beamed at him. “I like you too...even if you burned down my village.”

  He groaned. “I’d like you a lot more if you’d stop binging that up.”

  “It’s all a part of our story, the good and the bad.”

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From a wonderful anon:

could i request maybe one where dark has a super huge crush on the reader and basically everyone knows except for them?? and maybe the reader confesses and is all nervous and doesn’t think he likes them back?? and dark getting all flustered and happy?????

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Your wish is my command, lovely anon! :D

And to add to it, I’m going super cheesy. Coffee shop who? The deli is the place to be! Fall in love while making sandwiches! I mean, think about it! It takes longer to make a toasted sandwich than it does to make a coffee! More time to talk over a few weeks, right?

Word Count: 1,553

(So it had to be put into a new post so I could stick it under a read-more xD)

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Near the building the Egos rented for their work, there was a small deli. It was locally run and was never too busy. The Egos and non-egos that worked there were likely the reason it kept afloat. Not a soul had a bad thing to say about the place. Dark suspected it used to be a house and was renovated over time. It would make sense, given the ‘snug but spacious’ vibe the main sitting area had. It was a good place to host smaller meetings when he needed a break from the monotonous office atmosphere. But there was another reason why he never really refused an offer to walk over.

You.

You’d recently joined the staff on a part-time basis. It was a good chance for you to learn how best to interact with customers and practice the skill of sandwich making without the high demands of somewhere in the centre of the city. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about you that Dark was drawn to. No matter what was going on, you always had a smile and some simple, polite conversation ready while you made his order. It was a few minutes of peace before Dark had to return to the chaos of the offices and studios.

On this day, Wilford was rather energetic, playfully nudging the entity as they placed their order and paid. They were staying to have a chance to talk about plans for an investigation of some supernatural entity hidden in the river. Dark, as usual, thought it was ridiculous and was trying to shoot it down, but Wilford was having none of it.

“Hey hey look. There they are,” he whispered with a grin as he nodded toward the counter. Dark’s eyes briefly darted in the same direction, and there you were. Your back was to the pair as you prepared coffee for someone standing at the till. It was too much of a risk, and Dark quickly turned back to his own cup before the faint warmth on his face spread beyond his control. This was enough to make Wilford sigh.

“Listen. I know I said ya gotta open up a bit an’ try datin’, but this is embarrassin’. They think ya hate ‘em.”  The reporter rested his head on one hand as he idly stirred his iced tea.

“It’s better this way. I can’t risk anything.” Dark intended to leave it at that, but Wilford was stubborn.

“What’s that ‘sposed ta mean? Yer always parrotin’ off that bullshit ‘bout ‘not being human’ an’ ‘wah wah I’m an emotionless heartless monster’ -”

“Wilford -”

“- but here ya are, gettin’ all rosy over th’ sight of ‘em! This is love, my dear VHS! Ya gotta give this a chance, an’ ya can’t do that hidin’ over here hopin’ they’ll quit an’ leave one day.” Dark was about to object, but was quickly cut off by Wilford adding, “An’ don’t try denyin’ it. I can tell. Yer all calm an’ happy when ya come back from here. Then ya try ta quickly shake it off ya like got snow in yer hair!” By this point, Dark was seething. The constant belittling and mocking was only serving to push his buttons in the wrong way.

“Then what do you suggest I do? Emotions aren’t exactly my forte.”

“Talk to ‘em. That’s all. Nothin’ else.” Wilford looked sympathetic, which was a miracle in itself. “An’ ya forgot ta order yer lunch, so chop chop!”

-

After the little confrontation with Wilford, going to the counter was surprisingly more daunting than usual.

The moment Dark was spotted, the older lady who had been making sandwiches told you that she was going to the bathroom and needed you to cover her spot. As you moved to the counter, you missed the knowing smile she threw to a rather nervous Dark. Of course, you didn’t see the nerves in the entity posture. What you did see was this mysterious figure, impeccably dressed as always, giving you a ‘look’ you couldn’t distinguish. You two seemed to get along when chatting, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he hated you. As much as it stressed you out, you bottled your feelings and focused on taking his order.

“I apologise. My friend informed me I neglected to order any food. Would I be able to get -” You interrupted him by rattling off his usual order with a slightly mischievous tone. He looked taken aback, and you wondered if you crossed a line, only for his expression to soften to reveal a faint hint of a smile. “Am I really that predictable?”

So far, so good.

You smiled as you started making the order. It was one of the popular ones on the menu, but with one minor tweak. You always made sure to add a little extra of that. He never complained, so you assumed it wasn’t a problem. As usual, you asked how work was, what he and the other man were doing here. 

“It is both work and a break,” Dark explained, throwing a glance over his shoulder. Wilford’s face lit up and he gave two thumbs up once he noticed Dark looking in his direction. “Apparently, I looked like someone who hadn’t taken a break in ‘four days’.” When you stalled your work to ask if that was the case, Dark shook his head with a chuckle. “No, I simply look tired all the time. A common misconception.” You couldn’t help but notice that he did look exhausted. You had always assumed it was the stress of the job, but maybe he had sleeping problems, or a lack of a social outlet? That can be exhausting when your life revolves around work. Luckily, before you could dwell on it too long, you had to put the sandwich into the oven to heat it up. “But, if you forgive me for asking, how have you been?”

A simple diversion is enough for you to talk a little about your own world once you walk to the till to charge him for this order. You couldn’t help but notice how intently he focused on you. His expression shifted in reaction to some points you made. Neither of you seemed to notice how no new customers had arrived in the entire time this conversation took place. Instead, the conversation flowed naturally between you both. In fact, the only true interruption was the faint ‘beep’ of the oven timer. 

You arrange the sandwich on the dish, with a side of chips and salad. There was a hesitation, a near reluctance to finish the job. It was only Dark calling your name that snapped you back to the moment.

“Is everything alright?” His face seemed neutral, but you would swear there was a trace of worry in his voice. You didn’t answer at first, opting to key in the bill and get the money. However, when you handed the receipt and change, you slipped a small note in as well. You had hoped everything would be pocketed to discover later, but Dark had noticed the addition immediately.

“I think you gave me -” He froze as he read what was written on it:

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Dark,

I know we only know each other through my work. If you’re free, I’d like to buy you a coffee. But not in my work. That would be embarrassing. Anyway here’s my number.

-

He was silent for several moments, and it was enough time to contemplate how best to sink into the floor and disappear forever, but his voice broke the silence.

“You… want to have coffee… With me?” Dark almost seemed confused. You nodded. “As… Friends?” A question you had hoped wouldn’t be asked, but you had to address it. With a resigned sigh, you shake your head and admit that you would rather it be a date. Before you could decide what to do, you heard a sigh of relief.

“I was sure you didn’t care for someone like me.” What a confusing statement for the entity to say, and you express that. “No, you don’t understand. I’m used to being - how would you say - disliked. The man I entered with today…” He trailed off as he noticed Wilford had disappeared. Typical. “Well, he’s the only person I’ve considered a friend, until I met you. Given my personal record I didn’t want to run the risk of losing someone I considered a friend, let alone… Someone I’m romantically interested in.” Now it was your turn to let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He had an expression unlike anything you had seen - a bright smile. It made your heart flutter, and you almost missed Dark reach forward to take a pen. In moments, the receipt was handed back to you, with a number written in pen at the bottom.

“I should be finished around five. Mayhaps we could try and arrange something?”

“Hey, Dark! C’mon! I can’t keep these people out here all day!” Without a chance to say goodbye, Dark was dragged out by a grinning Wilford. 

A moment later, Wilford popped back into the deli and lifted Dark’s plate with a wink.

“He still needs that lunch. Toodles, an’ I told ya it’d work out okay~” A blink, and Wilford was gone.

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Bad Habit 2- We Are A Fever [Billy Russo x Reader]

A.N.: Thanks to everyone who wanted a second part, here it is! I loved your feedback! <3

Special thanks to :  @boyfriendmaterialforyou @the-doctor-9-10, @jugheadjonss @vixsyncynco  @just-another-potterhead @fictionalthrill and lovely anons who  commented or sent messages! <3 

Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle

Summary: Dates are complicated

Read Bad Habit 1 here! .

Warning: Explicit language, cussing

Word Count: 2657

Please tell me what you think<3

Gif’s not mine

Karen watched you as you paced in the room, biting your nails. You had been staring down at the number on your phone screen for the last five minutes, feeling too scared to hit the call button and you turned on your heels.

“Maybe-“

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say!”

Karen rolled her eyes, “Some sort of a bullshit excuse to not to call the guy who you referred as ‘Personification of a wet dream’.  So no, stop being a coward.”

“Maybe we misunderstood it.”

Karen looked up, as if praying for patience.

“He gave you his phone number and asked you to call him, even threw me in a as a part of the deal- how exactly did we misunderstand it?”

“He’s way out of my league.”

“He’s an ass.”

“Why do you want me to call him then?!”

“One, for my career, and two, it’s obvious you’re attracted to him. What harm could it bring?”

You bit on your lip and shook your head, putting your phone to the small coffee table in front of her and ran your fingers through your hair, walking in the room.

“There’s no way.” You shook your head. “I mean- he probably forgot about me, or-or he was in a truth or dare situation or I accidentally spiked his coffee with hardcore drugs or alcohol-“

“It’s ringing.”

“What?” You turned on your heels and your eyes widened when you saw Karen holding your phone to her ear and you almost tackled her while snatching the phone from her hand but then froze when you heard his voice.

“Hello?”

Karen poked you in the ribs, mouthing ‘Speak’ and you took a deep breath.

“Billy?” You said, your heart pounding against your chest. “Hey-Hi! It’s um- it’s Y/N. From- from the coffee shop. You probably don’t remember but I-“ You were cut off when you heard his silent chuckle.

“I remember.” His voice was low “How are you?”

You fanned yourself with your hand, “I’m fine, thank you. How about you?”

“Can’t sleep, I guess your coffee was strong.”

“I guess I’m to blame for that.”

“I guess you are,” You could even hear his grin, “I wonder what we should do about that.”

You licked your lips, “I can give Karen some sleepy time tea for tomorrow?” You asked, “Careful not to spill it on your overly expensive coat though, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to pay for the dry cleaning.”  

“When do you get off work tomorrow, or did they fire you already due to your implacable serving skills?”

You snorted “I have many regulars, thank you very much.”

“Beats me why.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not because of my implacable suit wearing skills.”

“What time do you get off work?” You could even hear his smile when he asked you again and you tried to hold your giggle back.

“At 9.”

“I’ll send you a car then.”

You paused “No offense but I really don’t trust the places you hang out in.”

“Why is that?”

“I just have a feeling they involve too many forks,” You shrugged as you heard his chuckle, “How about I pick a place and text you the address? It’s really close to the café I work in.”

There was a pause, “Okay.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

“See you, Y/N.” He said in the same low voice that made you all tingly inside and you hung up, turning to Karen who was watching you with a smirk on her full lips.

“Uh huh. We totally misunderstood it.”

“Shut up.”

The next day you went to the café carrying a huge bag that had your clothes, heels and make up in it, all planned by you and Karen. For some reason, the more you tried to calm yourself down, the more nervous you got and you did your best to focus on work, but it was no use considering you kept checking your phone to see whether you got a text even if you had it on full volume.

Of course, there was also the fact that you were a blabbermouth when you were nervous, so by now almost everyone knew you had a date.

“Told you your prince charming would come.” Liz said and you scoffed.

“I’m trying to keep my expectations low.”

“Low as in…?”

“I have already planned my wedding dress and we will have two children, one girl and one boy.”

She raised her brows, “Very low.”

“Thank you.” You placed the tray on the counter as Vicky, another coworker stumbled into the café, shedding her coat.

“Sorry, sorry!” She said as she ran to the counter, “I overslept, is the boss here?”

“Nope, you’re on a lucky day.”

“Not as lucky as her.” Liz winked at you and Vicky smiled, still breathing hard.

“What did I miss?”

“Y/N has a date.”

“Which is such a miraculous thing that I feel like we should form a circle and start chanting to the ancient Gods.”

“Show me pics!” Vicky pushed your shoulder with hers and you googled his name, then handed her the phone.

“Holy shit, does he have a brother?”

“I have no clue, but you guys and Karen are wearing navy blue in our wedding.”

“Low expectations, Y/N!”

“I didn’t say what neckline, did I?” You wiggled your brows as you went behind the counter and Liz scoffed.

“I’m serious about the brother!” Vicky said and you gave her the Girl Scout salute.

“I promise I’ll ask!”

The rest of the day went in a blur, and before you knew it, it was time for you to leave the work. After spending thirty minutes to make your eyeliner look good, you decided you were at least content with how you looked, so you left the café and made your way to the bar, texting Billy the address.

Even if it was almost 9.15 when you got to the bar and he was nowhere to be seen, you decided it wasn’t a big deal, considering you had also just got there, so you climbed onto a bar stool, motioning at the bartender and ordering a beer.

You played around in your phone, huffing out as ten minutes passed and you were already done with your beer so you ordered another one, texting Karen, and drummed your fingernails on the polished, wooden counter as you watched the crowd. Everyone seemed to have fun – everyone but you.

When another fifteen minutes passed and there was no text or call from him, you felt your heart sinking.

“Of course…” You mumbled, “Makes sense.”

Your eyes were burning so bad with the humiliation but you bit on your lip, forcing yourself not to call him or ask him where he was. It was bad enough that he had stood you up, you weren’t about to make it a big deal and make a fool of yourself more than you already had. You put some cash on the counter, downed your beer and slammed the bottle on the counter, grabbed your purse and walked out of the bar.

When you reached home, you were almost shaking with anger as you opened the door, ignoring Karen’s texts and closed the door behind you, leaning your head against the door, trying not to cry. You dug the heels of your hands into your eyes, not caring about messing up your make up and heaved a sigh, then kicked off your heels and made your way to the bathroom. You carefully took your makeup off, put your hair into a bun, then unzipped your dress, grabbing the tshirt and shorts that were lying on the floor. You went to the kitchen, made some tea for yourself, then grabbed the ice cream from the fridge while it steeped as your phone buzzed on the table and you dug the spoon into the ice cream, then went to check it.

From: Billy Russo

I’m terribly sorry, something came up.

“Oh fuck off.” You said out loud, staring at the phone, then your phone buzzed again.

From: Billy Russo

Can we meet now? I’ll make it up to you.

“No we can’t, motherfucker.” You muttered as you grabbed the phone and ice cream, then made your way to the couch and switched your laptop on, then looked for a show to take your mind off the horrible events of the night as your phone started ringing and his name flashed on the screen. You shook your head slightly, turned silent mode on, then licked around the spoon as you finally found a show and leaned back, making yourself comfortable.

You were on the third episode when someone knocked on the door and you groaned.

“For God’s sake, Karen…” You muttered, putting the ice cream bowl on the tiny table and went to the door, then swung it open, ready to vent to Karen about how it wasn’t a big deal, but you stopped dead on your tracks.

Billy was standing at the door, his hands in his pockets as he shot you a small smile.

“Hey.” He said as he took in your appearance, “So you already knew I was coming?”

You looked down at your shirt which said “Go the fuck to sleep.” and then glared up at him silently.

“I uh… got your address from Karen. She said I had good references from Frank, I don’t even know what that means.”

“So being an asshole isn’t enough, you also gotta be a creepy asshole?”

“I had that coming.”

You rolled your eyes and attempted to close the door, but he stopped you.

“I have a taser gun, I also have knives in my kitchen, don’t test me motherfu-”

“I was about to leave the building, then something came up- which I can’t talk about right now, but-“

“I don’t care, screw you and to be honest screw your hair, my ice cream is melting-”

“Let’s go now.”

You gawked at him. “Excuse you?”

“Yeah- what bar do you wanna go? We can go now.”

You could feel the anger bubbling up inside you as you tried not to smack him across his pretty face so you dug your fingernails into your palms then gritted your teeth and turned around, made your way to the kitchen while he stayed at the doorstep. You grabbed a vacuum flask, poured the tea into it, then put the lid on and went back to the door.

“Your sleepy time tea, have a good fucking night.” You said, then slammed the door on his face, then let out a breath and went back to the couch.

Even if you didn’t feel like going to work the next day, you managed to force yourself to get off the bed, and got dressed. You hair was already in a good shape after you spent an hour on it before your non-date date, so you just brushed it, grabbed your bag and walked out of the apartment.

When you got to the café, Liz and Vicky were already waiting for you, and you tried not to show the sadness you felt, instead, you just smiled at them.

“How was it?!”

“Morning to you too.” You mumbled, hanging your coat and grabbing the apron from the kitchen, as Liz followed you.

“Come on! I wanted to call yesterday but I didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“More importantly, does he have a brother?” Vicky called out and you took a deep breath.

“It didn’t happen.”

“What do you mean it didn’t happen?”

“He stood me up.”

“What?!”

You shrugged, “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is! The nerve of the guy-“

“Doesn’t matter,” You shook your head, “Let’s just- let’s not talk about it.”

Vicky raised her brows and looked over your shoulder.

“That might be a little hard.” She muttered and you turned around to see Billy standing in front of the counter, as innocent as he could look. You rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue.

“Vicky-“

“Dealing with the coffee machine!”

“Liz-“

“Sorry, tables need to be cleaned.” They both walked away and you gritted your teeth, then made your way to the counter.

“What do you want?”

“As always, amazing customer service.”

You rolled your eyes again, “I’m working, so if you could go now-“ You nodded at the customer standing behind him and he shrugged.

“I’m just here to get some coffee.”

“Make it quick then.”

“Sure. I’m gonna need twenty cups, five cappuccinos, five espresso shots, five cups of black coffee with no sugar, and five lattes, non fat, all to go.”

You, the customer and Vicky all stared at him.

“You need twenty cups of coffee.”

“Yeah.”

“All of them. You need all of them now.”

“Yep.”

The customer behind him just shook his head and walked out of the café, while Vicky heaved a sigh.

“Dude, why do you already hate me?” She murmured as she started preparing them and Billy leaned against the counter.

“Can we talk meanwhile?”

“I’m working.”

“I’m well aware. While I’m waiting for my order?”

“Jesus Christ…” You mumbled as he handed you his credit card.

“So while we’re waiting for those to be prepared, I figured we could have a date.”

“Are you high or something?”

“Better than waiting here silently.”

“You’re not half as cute as you think you are.”

“Completely irrelevant, do you have a brother?” Vicky called out and he chuckled.

“Nope.”

“Cousin?”

“No, sorry.”

You crossed your arms, “You can take a seat while you wait.”

“No I’m comfortable here. So, do you have any pets?”

You glared at him, “You expect me to drool for your attention after you stood me up last night? Not happening.”

“No pets then. Family?”

“A brother who could kick your ass.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t.”

“I used to be a Special Forces soldier so yeah, you should doubt it.”

You pulled your brows together, “You have a company,” You said, momentarily getting distracted and he nodded,

“I started that after leaving the army,” he said, “So no, I’m not the rich asshole you think I am,” he paused when he saw your glances and took a deep breath, “Fine okay, I’m an asshole but I wasn’t born into this.”

You stayed silent,

“I actually grew up in the system. Orphanage, foster parents, you name it.” He said, “Then I joined the army. I was pretty good at it too, but then I decided I wanted to leave.”

“Why?”

“You grow tired of people dying around you after a while,” he nodded, “You grow tired of war. Me and Frank…” he trailed off, “Anyway, yeah. Then I started Anvil. We do a lot of business overseas, hence the fucked up timing last night.”

You scoffed, but didn’t comment on it.

“And I’m not a serial killer,” he stated, “In case you still haven’t looked me up on the internet.”

“Your order is ready.” Vicky called out and you looked up to see him looking at you hopefully, his dark eyes completely focused on you. You couldn’t help but to notice the way your heart beat sped up and you scolded yourself mentally.

“So I did all the talking this time, how about you talk on the second date?”

“She’d love to!” Vicky said and you rolled your eyes,

“Vicky, he doesn’t have a brother, chill out.”

“Oh come on Y/N, if you don’t want him, I can take him.”

“She’s joking.”

“Figured as much,” Billy stated, “So? Tonight? In a place which doesn’t need more than one fork?”

You licked your lips and nodded silently, trying to hide your grin but it was hard when his lips pulled into a boyish smile.

“Keep the coffee.” He said, winked at you and walked out of the café, while Vicky gawked after him and you leaned against the counter, shaking your head.

“I’m so screwed.”

Part Three is here! 

[from-the-clouds]

Warmth (Part II) - A Collins/Reader Imagine

(Gif by jacklowdendaily (I think))

Requested by multiple anons!

You can read the first part here!

Summary: After meeting Collins while helping with the evacuation of Dunkirk, reader finds herself upset and lonely when she stops hearing back from the man she’d fallen for years ago.

Word Count: 1888

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: Sooooo....I got really carried away with this one....and I kinda started writing a part 3???? Let me know if that’s something that’d interest you....also let me know how you like this!

It had been over two years since Dunkirk. Over a two years since she’d seen men pile off her ships to go home, only being shipped right back into battle mere weeks later. She thought the war would have ended sooner, she didn’t think it’d last this long. More countries were involved now, and it didn’t seem to be stopping soon.

Y/N had gotten a job working at a bookstore down the street from where she’d lived. She’d graduated secondary school and was trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. University didn’t seem like an option at the moment, as she wasn’t sure what she would study. It was customary for women her age to be married and to start a family, but she didn’t want that either. So she thought she’d save up her money with the job at the bookstore.

It was an unusually slow day at the bookstore, which allowed her to organize the bookshelves and think. She usually thought of Jack, the RAF pilot she’d met last year when she helped her father and brother at Dunkirk. After they first met, for the first year, they’d written each other at least once a week, sometimes even more often. He’d tell her all about his tiny hometown in Scotland, his training, his time on the Air Force base. And she’d tell him all about what she was studying in school,when her family went on holiday or the time she’d broke her wrist as a child after getting in a fight on the playground. He sent her photos of him, dressed in his RAF uniform standing next to his spitfire, a big smile on his face. Y/N felt like she really knew him, despite their distance, and if it was possible, she was falling harder for Jack each day. It seemed delusional to imagine a life with a man she’d met once, one older and with more life experience than her.  

But the letters began to come less frequently, maybe once every two weeks or maybe once every month. He’d told her how busy he was, constantly running missions for the Air Force. She understood, he had more important things to worry about than a young girl he barely knew. A nagging voice in the back of her head said maybe he was losing interest. Maybe he had found someone else or no longer cared.

Then the letters stopped. The last time Y/N had heard from Jack was five months ago. Best case scenario was that he just didn’t want to continue the relationship anymore. Worst case scenario was that he had died. And she would have no way of knowing. She wasn’t a member of his family, or his wife. And she doubted his parents knew about her. In fact, in her family, she’d only told her mother and Peter, for fear of how her father would react.

Each time she thought of Jack in pain, her heart ached. She prayed that he’d just found someone else. As long as he was alive.

She had spent weeks crying over it, but she knew there wasn’t a lot she could do. She still wrote him, receiving nothing in response, waiting to see if someone, or something could let her know what happened. Eventually she gave up, and tried her best not to think of him. But slow days at work made it difficult for her to keep Jack off her mind.

There was a man, Michael who used to come into the store a couple times each week, who didn’t look to be much older than herself. When the bell on the door would jingle when he walked in, out of instinct, she smoothed her green dress and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she greeted him with a smile. The first few weeks she had worked there, he usually kept to himself, sitting in the corner reading, writing, and drinking tea. As Y/N worked there longer, however, he’d begun talking to her. He asked her about the books she was reading and what she wanted to do when she got older. He was a student at a nearby college and told her he came to the store to study, because it was quiet.

For the most part, Y/N didn’t think much of him. She thought she was in love with Jack. But after she stopped hearing from him, Michael came into her life. Y/N noticed how he bit his lower lip when he was concentrated, noticed how kind he was to the other customers, how friendly and protective he was to her. If she was closing at night he’d offer to walk her home. She began to see him outside of work, he’d take her to nice dinners, or to go dancing. He was good to her, far better than she deserved. Her parents adored him. And she cared for him….so the few times he’d kissed her, she didn’t know why it felt so wrong.

She knew she should tell Michael about Jack. But something was keeping her from doing it. Maybe she was embarrassed she’d hung on for this long.

Pushing Jack out of her mind altogether, she began stocking books on the shelf. She’d be closing the store on her own today, she wasn’t expecting Michael to stop by, and she didn’t care to walk in the dark alone. She worked quickly to complete the tasks before the sun set, lost in her work.

She heard the bell on the door ring and footsteps as someone entered.  Glancing quickly at the watch on her wrist, she frowned, realizing she’d forgotten to lock the front door. “I’m sorry, we’re closed!” she called from behind the shelf where she was working. The footsteps didn’t retreat from the building and she huffed, frustrated, as she went to confront the customer.

“Sir,” she could only see him partially through the windows in the shelves, but could tell it was a man by his navy colored suit jacket. “You’ll have to come back tomorrow we’re-”

Rounding the corner, she froze in her tracks, her jaw dropping.

The same easygoing smile she’d remembered from years ago, the dimples, tousled blonde hair and blue eyes greeted her. He looked tired, a bit worn down, but he was the same as she’d remembered. His face lit up at the sight of her.

“Jack?” she asked, her hand rising to cover her mouth. “What are you…..how did you?”

“Are ya goin’ to stan’ there and ask questions or are ya going to come ‘ere and give me a proper greeting?” he asked, holding out his arms.

Y/N didn’t hesitate, stepping forward to embrace him. All the months of worry and frustration melted away as he held her tightly in his arms. Heat radiated from his body, overwhelmed with emotion she felt tears sting the back of her eyes as his fingers tangled in her hair. “Hello, love,” he murmured softly and she pulled away to look at him.

“Why are ya cryin’ lassie?” he smiled, wiping a stray tear from under her eye with his free hand, cupping her cheek in his palm. “Aren’t ya happy to see me?”

“Yes….” she trailed off. “Of course I am Jack, of course….I was just so worried. I haven’t heard from you in months,” she said, taking in a ragged breath. His thumb caressed her cheek, his face falling slightly.

“I know, love.” he frowned. “‘M sorry. I meant to write ya, but I was busy with missions and….” he trailed off. “Nevermind. I’m ‘ere now. I’m all yours.”

I’m all yours. His words were ones she’d longed to hear for years, it felt like. She sensed he wasn’t telling her something, but she wasn’t sure what. They could talk about it later, though. “How did you find me here?” she asked.

“I went to your house, your dad remembered me. Told me I could find ya here. Your mum said she’d heard a lot about me...is that so?” he teased slightly and she felt herself flush.

“I don’t know anything about that,” Y/N lied, smiling slightly.

He smiled at her, his dimples prominent, but was silent. “Can I give yeh a kiss?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly as he grew serious. Despite his usual confident nature, there was a quiet, boyish side to him she always forgot about. She nodded quickly, and he leaned forward, his lips locking with hers. At first it was tender, innocent, until he deepened the kiss, his mouth opening slightly, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. A contented sigh left her mouth, a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. It felt right, everything was suddenly okay. Until it wasn’t.

She was so lost in him she didn’t hear the bell to the shop ring, or the footsteps coming through the door.

“Y/N?” the voice interrupted her and she broke away from Jack, still in his arms when she addressed the man who’d entered the shop.

“Michael,” she felt the room spin as the man glared at her and Jack.

“The fuck is this?” he asked, gesturing to her and Jack, and she could hear the anger he was desperately trying to conceal.

“I-I-” she fought for a rational explanation but knew there wasn’t one. “It’s not what...what it looks like…” she managed, though she knew it was a lie. It was exactly what it looked like.

“I came to walk ya home, and find you necking this….this...who the bloody hell is this?” he gestured towards Jack, who seemed just as confused as Michael. Shaking his head, he continued. “Can’t believe this….thought you were a nice girl….” he growled.

Jack spoke before Y/N could, his voice even, calm. He shifted himself so he stepped slightly in front of her, protectively. “I think it’d be best if yeh leave, mate.”

Michael wrinkled his nose, seemed to be weighing his options. Finally he shook his head, shooting Y/N a scathing glare before stalking out of the shop, slamming the door behind him. The bell rang loudly, eerily in the now silent room. Jack took a few steps towards the door.

“Jack, wait, I can explain-” she spoke quickly. He stopped, locking the door and flipping the sign over so it read closed. Then he turned back towards her. His expression was unreadable, and it made her nervous, unsettled.

“I hadn’t heard from you in months, Jack. He came in here all the time and we became friends and…. And…. he was so kind to me. We only went out a few times and I wanted to tell him about you, I just...I never got around to it,” she explained. It was the truth. “I thought you had found someone else….I thought it was time for me to move on….but….he wasn’t you.”

Jack moved back towards her. “It’s okay, love. I promise. ‘M not angry.” He embraced her again, one hand on the back of her neck. “I’m not moving on, Y/N. It’s been you, it’s always going to be you.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, like he had on the docks years ago when they first met.

“Now, we have some catching up to do. Why don’t you finish up here, then I’ll take you out for dinner?”