#and i really like the two of them as a 'Netflix and relax' type of couple

[daydreamingyuta]

jeno fluff please..😔 knowing how he is a big homebody, i’m sure he’s the kind that would love to just chill around the house or find random things to do to keep himself entertained 🥹

Homebody | Jeno

summary: fluff, bf!Jeno spending a relaxing day at home with you instead of going out. wc: 1,066 a/n: I've been wanting to write for Jeno for a while now so thank you for requesting! Jeno's such a cutie so I had sm fun writing this. I hope you like it! <3

The two of you had every intention of going out today, but like always, staying home just sounded so much better. Jeno definitely wasn’t complaining, he had always been a homebody and getting to spend time with his favorite person in sweatpants was all he could ask for. 

You’re sitting in Jeno’s bed on your phone, when you hear him walk through the door with a pile of snacks in his arms.You crane your neck a bit so you can get a better view of everything he was holding.

“Are you smiling that big because of me or the snacks?” Jeno asks, stopping at the doorway.

“... the snacks obviously.”

He fake pouts and refuses to move any closer toward you. You two have a mini staring contest before you finally give up. Getting out of the bed, you walk over to Jeno who instinctively moves the snacks further away from you. “I’m not going to grab them.” You say, taking Jeno’s face into your hands and pressing your lips onto his. “Obviously I was smiling because of you.”

“Here.” He says happily, handing over your favorite chips. You gladly take them and hop back into his bed, moving the blanket back and patting the bed to invite Jeno to sit. All the snacks flop onto the bed while he gets situated. You feel his arms wrap around you as he moves you in between his legs with your back resting against his chest. You always loved to sit like this because Jeno was the absolute best pillow.

You get comfortable and you feel Jeno’s hand rest on your thigh, which was something that always made you melt. “What are we watching?” You ask, turning your head so you can look up at him. 

“Hm, I don’t know, let's just go through netflix and see what we find.” He says, grabbing the remote. As always, It took you two far too long to settle on a movie, but you finally pick one you’re both interested in. 

Throughout the movie, you both share all the snacks but once they’re gone, you find yourselves more cuddled into each other. By the time the movie was over, you had moved to Jeno’s side so you could watch videos on his phone while you ran your fingers through his soft hair. 

This went on for a while until one video replayed three times and Jeno still hadn’t moved onto the next one. You look over at him and see that he had closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair. You stop and give a gentle tug which causes his eyes to open. 

“You’re so cute Jeno.” You say, as he looks up at you.  

“Please don’t stop, baby.” He says, giving you those eyes that you could never resist so of course, you oblige. Before you know it, he starts to fall asleep. He had been pretty busy lately so you could hardly blame him for needing to take a nap. You were always so easily influenced by him so you also decided to close your eyes. Your body moves closer to him as you feel his arms wrap tightly around you, which always makes you feel so safe and comforted. 

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You really don’t know why you don’t take naps with Jeno more often. Waking up in his arms always reminded you of how much you adored moments like this with him. His slightly messy hair, his warm body being pressed against yours, and how relaxed you felt like this. It made you want to appreciate more of these types of moments with him, the moments he only shares with you.

You’re both on your phones trying to fully wake up again, when you hear Jeno’s phone ding. You didn’t mean to look over and read his text, but you saw that Haechan had asked him if he could go online and play a game. You assumed he would say yes, but he didn’t move. 

“You can play with Haechan, I don’t mind.” You say, surprising him that you had seen what Haechan had said. 

“No, I don't wanna ignore you.” He says, grabbing your hand in his and squeezing it. 

“No, really I brought my book over and I know you’ve been wanting to play all week.” Before you could fully get your sentence out, Jeno gives you no less than ten kisses all over your face. “Tell me if you get bored and I’ll get off, ok?.”

You nod your head, assuring him that you’re more than fine with it. You’re at a really good part in your book right now anyways so you get comfy while Jeno starts up his game.

Almost an hour goes by and you’re so into your book. You just got to the reveal of the plot twist and your eyes are glued to the story, which is why you didn’t notice Jeno staring at you. The sounds of his game were still going on in the background so there was nothing to signify to you that he had stopped playing. 

“You’re so pretty baby.” He says, taking you away from the different world on the pages. You look up at him and use your book to cover up your smile. Jeno always found a way to make you shy. “You’re supposed to be playing your game.”

“I know, but I looked over at you and got distracted.” You watch as he turns back to his computer and shuts the game off. He walks over to you and flops down right next to you. “Don’t let me stop you from reading your book.” He says, as he gestures for you to keep reading.

“Are you going to stare at me the whole time?” 

Jeno nods his head and then finds a comfortable spot so he can do exactly that. You read your book for about two minutes before you get shy again from his gaze. “Jennoo” You say, holding your book down, unable to hold in your smile

“Ok, ok I’ll stop but it’s not my fault you’re so addicting to look at.” You watch as he takes his eyes off of you and takes his phone out. You try to get back to your book but his sweet words were the only thing that filled your mind.

“I’m glad we stayed home today.”

“Hm, me too.”

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 4 - Calm before the storm

Summary: Izuku is self-conscious about the silliest things. Y/N does her best to change that.

Kyouka is looking for a new flat so Y/N helps her with the flat-hunt.

Warning: This chapter ends with a cliffhanger, sorry in advance!

⚠️: Suggestive, mentions of Izuku’s “morning problems”, swear words, hint of angst!

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“I don’t want to go.” Izuku mutters into your ears, his body flush against yours as he cuddles into your back at 5AM. It’s been ten days since the agency tour; having Luna around until late really made you both exhausted so instead of enjoying your new relationship you decided to take a breather and go straight to sleep.

Things have changed a lot. For instance, your usual Netflix binge is nothing but a make out session now; Izuku is constantly glued to you when he’s not working.

If you are still in the middle of making dinner when he gets home, he clings to your back and asks questions about the dish. He leaves the bathroom door open when he takes a bath so he can talk to you while he relaxes. That made you really flustered when he did it first but eventually, you got used to the lack of privacy so much you started to leave the door open when it’s your turn to take a bath as well. He’s also a cuddler when he sleeps, so… it’s constant. Not like you mind, it’s actually quite the opposite; as Izuku works extremely inhuman hours almost every day, having him in your space feels like a silent apology for all the time he’s not around.

Needless to say, Izuku didn’t let you sleep in your own bed since; hence why you just got woken up to Izuku’s blaring alarm today.

“You need to.” You giggle into your pillow. Izuku only whines at that, pulling you even closer, his hand wondering on your belly under your shirt; your whole face is red from the interaction and it’s extremely hard not to jump on the opportunity to keep him by your side for a bit longer.

There is a new kind of tension in the house since you two decided to act on your desires instead of suffocating on them; and that’s… well… sexual tension. A lot of it. Mostly from Izuku’s side.

Okay, that’s a lie, it’s definitely a mutual problem but you are so much better at hiding it; Izuku probably doesn’t even realize how hot his hands feel on your naked skin, how you can feel the twitch of his member at your lower back as his hands wander aimlessly over your soft skin, how possessive it is when he pulls you so close and takes a deep breath with his face hidden in your hair, filling his lungs with your scent so he can have you with him for the next 12-14 hours while he works. He’s also not shy to claim; sometimes, his innocent neck kisses end up leaving some marks; really tiny ones, barely there but the way Izuku looks at them when he sees a tiny splotch of pink half-hidden under your T-Shirt… his eyes are downward animalistic.

This makes you think about all the cringey Alpha-Omega fanfictions you’ve read on Tumblr and it really makes you laugh because most people consider Izuku as an Omega character but the real Izuku is far from that; if someone would ask you what type of character Izuku would be in this situation you would probably say the “hidden alpha” kind; everyone would think Izuku is an omega thanks to his adorable demeanor and they would probably shit themselves when Izuku gets jealous for the first time in his life. To be fair, Izuku being so possessive is kind of your fault as you were the one who told him to let himself have the things he wanted and he took it to his heart, but… yeah.

Oh my, how did you end up talking about fanfictions while the real thing is literally right next to you?! You are such a fucking weirdo, honestly.

You know Izuku did not fall back asleep again even though he did not move for the last five minutes at all; there is no fucking way he can think about sleeping in this position and… well… Izuku naively thinks you are not aware of his morning problems down south but it’s really hard to ignore them when you can literally feel it. No pun intended. You swear.

Ahh, you forgot to say; you haven’t… done those things yet. Nothing. Zero. You both try to make sure to stop right when it gets too heavy for some reason which is probably for the best because you really don’t want to rush this, especially not without having a proper talk about your current relationship status. To be honest, it has been bugging you for days; you know you two don’t really need to put a label on it to know that this is much more than two roomies sharing a bed but it would also be nice to be reassured that this isn’t just a temporary thing. Don’t tell this to anyone but Izuku isn’t the only one who wants to “claim” but you have no balls to do anything about it.

“I will think about you all day.” Izuku finally moves but instead of going out of the bed he positions himself right on top of you while he leaves tiny kisses all over your face, lips and neck then he moves down to your collarbone, cheekily trying to suck a tiny pink splotch there before he leaves.

“Maybe try not to think about me all day, otherwise you’ll feel really uncomfortable in your hero costume.” You giggle when Izuku stops his shenanigans to look up at you questioningly. His eyes are dark and sparkly, his hair disheveled and hell… you really want him to stay. It should be illegal to look this attractive so early in the morning.

“What do you mean?” Izuku mutters, looking like a puppy who doesn’t know what he’d done wrong.

“Well, your suit is really… tight.” You snicker and by the look of it, he still has no idea what you’re talking about so you cheekily decide to test your luck by flicking the hem of his underwear once. When the realization hits the poor boy he scatters to the furthest corner of the bed with his head hidden between his knees.

“You knew?!”

“Izuku, how would I not? You were snuggled into me just a few minutes ago.” You snicker, trying to soothe the pained hero by playing with the bird’s nest on the top of his head.

“I’ll never cuddle you ever again.” He mutters ashamedly and you swear there is smoke coming out of his ears.

“Hey! I would hate that!” You reprimand, while you grab his hair to force him to look up at you. Izuku makes a sound you try not to decipher for your own mental wellbeing. “I love this. I love all of you. Stop being so mean to yourself. I really hate when you do that.”

It’s true; you hate how Izuku stops himself all the time because he thinks he’s not allowed to do certain things. He also thinks he needs to be perfect, like having flaws will be the end of the world peace and he constantly overthinks the smallest arguments, makes himself feel terrible about things he can’t change… what Izuku doesn’t know though is that the only flaw you hate about him is this, his constant need to be perfect even though it’s his flaws you fell in love with, not the perfect facade he keeps up for the people every day.

“Sorry.” He mutters and moves his head to snuggle into his favorite place; your neck. “It’s all so… new. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I might freak out a few times in the next few weeks.” He admits as he slowly moves his body towards you. You embrace him as tightly as your sleep muddled body lets you; Izuku shudders first but finally, he relaxes into your touch.

“I love you. That’s not gonna change because of stupid things like this. I want to kiss your self-consciousness away. I want to kiss you everywhere until you realize how perfect you are. But go and get ready now, otherwise I won’t let you go.” You mutter into his hair while your right hand scratches Izuku’s scalp soothingly. He makes a content noise and lets himself be pampered for a few more seconds before he moves out of the bed, leaving a tiny kiss on your nose as he walks past.

“Come home soon, yeah?” You mutter into your pillow, ready to fall back asleep.

“Always, Sweet Pea.” Izuku smiles and closes the door behind him.

Fuck, you miss him already.

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“Hey, wanna help me look for flats?” Kyouka calls you around midday, out of the blue.

Apparently, she’s been kicked out of her apartment complex because the owner decided to renovate the whole building; you have no idea what the heck needs renovating on it as the last time you’ve been there it looked fancier than any of the other complexes in the area but it is what is, you guess.

“Yeah, of course!” You perk up; you are extremely happy to be able to help her out a bit, even if it’s nothing compared to what she’s done for you. “Wanna come over tomorrow? We can both save some links and have a chat about it!”

“Sounds like a plan, my dear!” Kyouka chirps, and the line goes dead.

Oh well, you really wanted to get some work done today, but it can wait a bit.

The rest of the afternoon goes by really quickly, you manage to find a few good deals and also make a few phone calls to get some more information which you write down in your notebook to go through with Kyouka tomorrow. You barely realize when Izuku gets home. You jump up when the door opens around 11PM; you literally have no idea how it got so late to be honest and by the grumpy look on your roommate’s face, he’s not happy about you not waiting for him by the door tonight.

You quickly close your laptop and make your way to Izuku who doesn’t wait too long to lean his forehead on your shoulder, clearly too exhausted for his own good.

“You didn’t respond to my message.” He grumbles into your shirt. Fuck’s sake, you really didn’t mean to ghost him today.

“I’m so sorry, Izu.” You mutter into his hair; he’s still in his hero uniform which means he haven’t had the time to shower yet but his hair still smells amazing. You love how the curls feel under your chin, you love how it tickles your skin when you snuggle into it… fuck, you missed him so much. “Go take a shower Izu, I want to cuddle.”

“Warm the bed for me, will you?” Izuku puts his hand on your cheeks and gives you a scorching hot kiss; you swear you’ll never get used to Izuku’s passionate side.

“Hm, if you keep giving me kisses like that…” You mutter into his mouth, licking his lower lip possessively. “I might just follow you to the shower.” Well, needless to say the boy is as flustered as a virgin teenager now; he quickly escapes your embrace and makes his way towards his shower, muttering under his nose with a red face. “Have fun!” You giggle as you quickly change into your pajamas and make your way into the bed to warm it up.

“You are the worst, Sweet Pea!” Izuku whines while you burst out laughing at how high pitched his voice is; he tends to make a really silly sound when he’s embarrassed, it kinda sounds like he just inhaled some helium. That reminds you of your first phone call with him when Izuku was hit by a quirk that made him sound the same way for a whole day; you remember how stressed you were, thinking that Kyouka set you up to live with pro hero Grape Juice as a prank but then…

Well, you know the rest. You feel so fucking lucky to be able to call this amazing human being your partner. Ahh, you really want to make this official now!

As Izuku makes himself comfortable next to you, you rest your head on his pecks for a bit; you can’t really sleep in this position because… well… Izuku is quite big in the chest area and you usually end up having a terrible headache for the whole day after sleeping like this. Extremely sad, you know.

“You are mine.” You mutter into his skin as you leave tiny kisses all over his chest. Izuku yelps, clearly surprised by your sudden possessiveness, but he doesn’t seem to mind; his hand wanders into your hair, his fingers moving on your scalp soothingly first then he grabs your hair to pull you up for another scorching hot kiss. You can’t even try to hide the surprised yelp that leaves your mouth which might as well be a moan, to be absolutely honest.

“Okay.” Izuku mutters into the kiss with a tiny smile on his lips. “Yeah, okay. I would absolutely fucking love that.” The kiss gets a little bit sloppy as Izuku can’t stop grinning but it still manages to make you all dizzy; you don’t really know when you ended up on top of Izuku, but fuck if you care; you barge in for another a kiss and for another while Izuku’s hands caress your sides under your T-shirt. It goes on and on until you both realize that Izuku needs to wake up in a few hours and do another 14 hours shift.

You were so close to finally see that tattoo on Izuku’s bum. So close.

Would it be really weird to just ask him to show you? Not right now, but like… tomorrow? During a less uhm… intimate moment? Damn, you are such a fangirl sometimes.

“When I’m next free…” Izuku mutters into your neck, back in his usual sleeping position. “Wanna use the hot tub? Together? Uhm… in less clothing maybe?” You can feel the heat of Izuku’s cheeks even without seeing the blush.

“Uhm…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought it would be nice… to cuddle like that. Uhm… okay, nevermind, this is absolutely wrong, I’m so sorry…” He starts his usual anxious ramble, but you don’t let him overthink.

“Izuku, I’m more than happy to do that with you, stop freaking out over nothing.”

“Uhm… I can’t wait for this week to be over.” The tightness of his grip is a little bit suffocating, but it says so much more than thousand words ever could.

I love you. I need you. I miss you. You are mine and I am yours.

There is no need to say any of that out loud; the message is quite clear.

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Midoriya Izuku is in seventh heaven right now. It’s 5 fucking AM but he’s already bursting with energy; maybe if he puts 120% into the day instead of his usual 110% he might be able to come home sooner.

The coffee tastes sweet, his brain took a trip to dreamland and the empty space in his skull is filled with fully pink cotton candy. The weather is good, Sweet Pea just told him she wants him to be hers, her kiss was so sweet and warm Izuku is quite sure his whole body melted and he’s only a blob of meat right now. Talking about blobs of meat, Izuku wonders how’s Shishikura doing; the guy had a terrible attitude back in high school but his quirk was extremely fascinating. Can he shape the blob now?

Izuku, focus.

Ahh, look! Sweet Pea left her notebook open!

He really wanted to ask her what she was doing yesterday but he kinda forgot between all the sweet kisses. She wasn’t drawing, that’s for sure; Izuku knows the exact face Y/N makes when she’s concentrating on a drawing and that wasn’t it. She wouldn’t mind if he would take a look, would she?

- Flat 1 ( xx street): Good price and fancy but a bit too far from the center + no stores are open after 9. Pets allowed.

- Flat 2 (center): Pricy but has the perfect location and looks relatively new - Close to Kyouka’s workplace. No pets. Really nice view!

- Flat 3 (center): Good price, quite old looking but tenant is allowed to make changes! Pets allowed, close to the police station and Kyouka’s agency isn’t too far away either.

- Flat 4 (center): Who has money for this?! I certainly don’t. High security, gym and swimming pool in the building, rooftop garden.

Izuku almost faints from the sudden surge of anxiety. He’s definitely misunderstanding this situation, right? There is no way…. There is no way his Sweet Pea wants to leave him right now. Why is she looking for flats then?

Was he too much? Is this too quick for her? Does she need space? Maybe she realized Izuku isn’t as perfect as she thought?

He knows he’s overthinking this and there is probably a really obvious explanation and his problem could be sorted with only one question, but… everything is too good, too sweet, too perfect… Izuku is ready for the catch and he feels like this is it, this is the day when his world crumbles again. Izuku is not used to having good things in his life, especially when it comes to love.

Izuku closes the notebook and decides to skip breakfast today; he doesn’t have the appetite anymore. The door closes behind him even though he doesn’t remember leaving the room.

Midoriya Izuku is on complete autopilot; the word is black and white, his mind is blank, his heart is bleeding all over the concrete as he makes his way to his agency to start the worst fucking day of his whole life.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Uhm… sorry! 😭 You know me though, I can’t do angst for long so this will all be sorted in the next chapter and you’ll absolutely love it :D

- If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send a comment!

- About the first bit: Izuku’s freak about about his “problems” down south might not make sense now but it will all make sense after the next chapter. Izuku has a reason for walking on tip toes when it comes to everything. He’s a broken little boy 😭

- So I managed to binge the first season of this (finished it in two days bro, I got hooked lol) and I need to say I really had to take a deep breath to not change the first few chapters up but it was really nice to see how the quality got better as the story progressed! I’m proud of myself!

- I ordered a beautiful Deku figurine. I’ll show it off once it has arrived. I literally have no space for any more figurines. With that said, I went out today and got 2 more. Send help.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! 🥦🌈✨

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[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings

Chapter 2-Illicit Affairs

Pairing-Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings- Drinking, language, smut

Summary- I started writing for chapter 2 last night and somehow decided to do a backstory for you all instead. I didn’t really proofread so don’t kill me, just wanted to get this out asap!

Song inspo- illicit affairs- ts, babe-sugarland

7 months ago

They’d been running night maneuvers all week to prep for the mission, members from dagger and the golden warriors hand selected by Warlock and everyone was wrung out. It was long nights that sometimes bled into afternoons pouring over schematics and flight plans and then simulating the terrain, Stormy and Jake had been holding it together as best they could but he could tell she was drained; her smile hadn’t reached her eyes in a few weeks and he was worried. He caught Rooster around 9 am Friday morning in hopes that he could get him to take her out over the weekend, get her to relax so she’d be refreshed on Monday, and it had seemed like they were on the same page, Stormy needed a break and Rooster could take care of her better than Jake could. But when Friday night rolled around and he joined Coyote for drinks at the bar he found Bradley drunk at the pool tables with Phoenix no sign of you to be found.

He walks over to the group seriously annoyed, they had just talked about this so why the hell was Bradshaw here instead of doting on y/n?!

“Hangman! We were just talking about how we needed a team to play against, how about you and Javy join us?” Phoenix was definitely tipsy, Bradley had told her he needed a drink or ten with his best friend and she was more than willing to help out.

“Bradshaw, where the hell is Storm? I thought we talked about you wining and dining her this weekend?” Jake said with a sharp edge to his tone and Rooster flushed from the mention of your name.

“Not that it’s any of your business bagman but I’m handling things just fine, I picked her up dinner and she was watching Netflix in the tub when I left. She doesn’t need a babysitter, just needs some sleep and I don’t know what me being here is going to do to help with that”

He had the gall to scoff and roll his eyes, did he seriously not want to spend your one weekend off wrapped up in you? Jake couldn’t think of anything better and he wasn’t even allowed to feel that way, Rooster had you naked in his bathroom and he decided the hard deck was a better idea?! Unbelievable.

Meanwhile in your shared home you had taken a nice long bath and eaten the Chinese food Bradley ordered for you but you still couldn’t shake the anxiety thrumming through you. You knew you needed to sleep but instead you were in the living room folding your shared load of laundry and drowning out the warning bells in your head with trashy tv. Bradley had been distant lately but hell so had you, you two were on week 3 of opposite shifts while you trained for this mission and it had been all stolen kisses and text messages, sometimes missing each other completely before you had to head to your respective places. You had such an ache in your chest, you hadn’t been intimate in weeks and you missed his touch, he had assured you he would spend the whole day with you tomorrow but that you should go home and rest and he would be back after some downtime with Natasha. Nat was in a VERY committed relationship with one of the air traffic controllers on base and Bradley being a man solidified that he definitely wasn’t her type, not that you’d ever worried about the two of them anyway. But something felt wrong, ever since you’d been chosen along with Jake to fly with this new ragtag crew there had been a shift. You knew he was upset he didn’t get chosen but he had assured you he was happy for you, knew that if everything went well this could mean you finally getting promoted to lieutenant commander and being able to make a name for yourself. He’d been chosen several times for missions you didn’t get to join in on and never once had you wavered in your support for him…was he shutting you out? Had you done something wrong and didn’t realize? You had worked yourself into a panic now, tears pricking your eyes and breaths coming shallow and you were suddenly startled with the blaring notification of a text on your phone.

Bradley stumbles into your home around 12:15, reeking of cheap bear and cigarettes. You had finally given up and went to bed at 11 and he couldn’t be more grateful that you weren’t waiting up for him tonight. You’d left his laundry folded on the couch and with guilt sinking into his gut like a rock he made his way to the guest bathroom to shower so he wouldn’t wake you. He had fucked up royally today, when Jake suggested that the mission was burning you out he should have felt sympathy but he couldn’t conjure the emotion if he tried. He should have been the one flying this mission, he would never complain about being burnt out on it especially knowing what this could do for your career. He felt like you took it for granted, so after Jake had headed home for the day he made his way to Admiral Cyclone’s office. He still didn’t know what he was doing it was like he was on autopilot as he stepped in and made his case. You were burnt out and fatigued and that made it all the more dangerous for everyone flying with you. It only made sense for him to suggest you be asked to step down and Bradley to take your spot so you could recoup. It felt like he had blacked out for all of it, before he knew it he was at the hard deck and several drinks in to a strong buzz. He could barely look at you before he’d left for the evening, just suggested you rest up and he’d order you dinner before he slipped out. Jake had been annoying the shit out of him about you, how he should have been doing more and deep down he knew it was true; he’d betrayed you today and let his anger take over but he was still so deep in it he didn’t even care. So when Mirage slipped in behind him in the men’s bathroom after he had been flirtier than usual he didn’t stop her. He’d let her kiss him, warnings going off in his mind that he should stop but it felt too good at the time. She inflated his ego, told him how badly she’d wanted him, how he was so hot and talented and when she ground herself on him he let instinct take over, bending her over the sink and pulling a condom from his wallet; the ones he only ever used for hookups like this with you. He’d fucked her hard and fast, reveling in her praise and came hard, the thought of you not even close to the forefront of his mind. As he pulled out and helped her get dressed the door creaked open, he didn’t even notice it at first until Mickey exclaimed behind him. Fuck. He was so, SO screwed.

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Digital Cover: Dallas Liu

As a young actor in the entertainment industry, what inspired you to pursue acting, and how has your journey evolved since your debut?

My inspiration to pursue acting came from my time doing martial arts when I was a kid. Many of the martial artists I knew would pursue a career in stunts after their time in the competition world. A very small number of them would decide to pursue acting though. With my family’s support, I dove into acting without any hesitation because I felt I had nothing to lose as a kid. The biggest question I had for myself was, “Why not?” My journey has always been an uphill battle. After all, the entertainment industry will always be one of extreme difficulty. I will say that since my debut, the most important lesson I’ve learned is to not get upset and be too hard on myself over whatever I cannot control. As long as I’ve prepared myself in the best way possible and given my full effort in it all, I am able to somewhat relax a little bit. My journey has felt smoother since I’ve adopted that mindset.

You've taken on a variety of roles throughout your career. Is there a particular character or project that challenged you the most, and how did it impact your growth as an actor?

I would have to say Prince Zuko has definitely challenged me the most, because it was certainly the furthest I’ve been pushed to in terms of my emotional range on camera. The amount of time spent working on this project was also the longest in my career. I came out of the project an entirely different person. This role has made me a significantly better actor in so many different ways.

Could you provide some insights into the storyline of Netflix series Avatar: The Last Airbender without revealing any spoilers, and what makes this series unique?

As far as plot goes, we are certainly remaining faithful to the original storyline of the animated series, however, we do have some differences in our show that will hopefully give us a separate identity, especially for the people watching who are fans of the animated series. I think what makes this story unique is our storytelling. I feel that viewers will really fall in love with the characters, the plots, and the entire world of Avatar: The Last Airbender because of our wonderful writers.

Could you share any behind-the-scenes anecdotes or memorable experiences from Netflix series Avatar: The Last Airbender or previous project that fans might find intriguing?

On set, Paul Sun-Hyung Lee (who plays Uncle Iroh) looked after me the way Uncle Iroh looked after Zuko. He was always there for me no matter what.

In Netflix Avatar: The Last Airbender; what are the differences and/or similarities between you and your character Zuko? Please elaborate.

When it comes to something that Zuko and I are chasing in life, I think we are quite similar. We share the same amount of fiery passion, and in a way, we become quite obsessive of whatever it may be that we are trying to achieve. Zuko will do whatever it takes to get what he wants just like how I dedicate all my time and energy to a project that I’m working on. The most obvious difference between the two of us is that I am clearly the better firebender.

How do you approach character preparation and development, especially when taking on roles that may be vastly different from your own personality?

I dedicate all my time and energy to every role regardless of how different they might be from my own personality because I want to give 100% in all the roles that I take on.

Are there any specific genres or types of roles you aspire to explore in the future that you haven't had the chance to take on yet?

I’m open to anything and everything. Because I’m still at a very early point in my career and life, I want to do it all!

How do you balance the demands of your career with personal life and self-care, especially considering the fast-paced nature of the entertainment industry?

The time spent with my family and friends balances it all out for me. Whether it’s going out to dinner with them, watching movies, or simply hanging out at home, I am always happiest with them.

You are also known to be trained in martial arts. What sparked your interest in martial arts, and how does it complement your career in acting?

I had always enjoyed watching action TV shows and films when I was younger, so my parents had decided to put me in it knowing that it would make me happy. Throughout my career I’ve noticed a few similarities between acting and martial arts. In martial arts, you start off with choosing a specific style that you want to study and apply the techniques that you learn from it. However, the use of those techniques will vary depending on how that person incorporates themselves into it, and how they adapt to each situation, really making it individualized. Similarly, in acting, you will learn various methods and techniques and apply them to the scenes you are given. And within each character, there will always lie part of your true self. When acting out those scenes, actors infuse them with their personal life experiences as well. Just how an experienced martial artist will react differently in each situation.

What advice would you give to aspiring actors looking to establish themselves in the industry based on your own experiences and lessons learned?

Remain strong! Don’t worry about what others are doing or working on. At the end of the day, there is only so much you can control. Therefore, always give it your best effort no matter the character, scene, or project.

How does culture representation and involvement in community inspire you personally and professionally?

Through hope and love. Whether it is in my personal life or my career, I’m constantly motivated to improve myself as a human being.

Who is your inspiration and why?

My parents. They’ve sacrificed everything for me and given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a hard time understanding how they did it, but all I could come up with was love. The way my parents love my brother and I is unconditional and incomprehensible. I aspire to be like them every day.

Name 3 actors that you would like to work with and why?

The actor that I want to work with the most is William Dafoe. I could give a number of reasons explaining why I love him so much, but more than anything I would just like to learn from him and work alongside him. His wide range of work and different characters is what inspires me the most. Whenever I watch him on screen, it never feels like I’m watching William Dafoe play a character, rather it feels like he really is that character. He fully immerses himself into every moment. I find it to be extremely impressive and entertaining.

Can you share any insights or hints about your upcoming projects or roles in 2024 (besides Avatar: The Last Airbender) that your fans can look forward to?

I enjoy acting and I’m open to anything when it comes to roles and projects, so, all I can say is, 2024 is going to be an awesome year! GR8T

[seokmthw]

abc headcannons | shen ricky

⇢ pairing: ricky x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 1.7k

⇢ note: finally some more ricky! i'm a little overwhelmed by all of the requests i have for him, and this didn't require fleshing out a plot, so i hope this is okay for now! i will being doing one of these for every member of zb1 so be on the lookout for that!

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A - au (random au here, so like domestic, prince, vampire, etc): i think that a royalty au fits ricky so well. he’s so gorgeous, so elegant, so pretty, it’s genuinely hard to think of anything that fits him more than this. (i may or may not be inspired to write something royalty based for him lol)

B - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?): ricky is the best friend that is silently there for you. he’s not very flashy with his affection and support, but i’m a firm believer that he would have noted your favorite things long ago and would randomly bring you a coffee because you once mentioned in passing that it was one of your favorite things to drink when you needed to be productive. or if you were struggling to reach something, he would just absentmindedly grab it and hand it to you. like he’s somehow always there when you need him the most.

C - cuddles (cuddler? not a cuddler? maybe a cuddler? how would they cuddle?): ricky is in between a cuddler and not a cuddler. he would definitely need to be in an affectionate mood, and even then, he would really only hug you or just throw his arm around you. he wouldn’t think that huge displays of cuddly affection is a sign of love and understanding in a relationship.

D - domestic (how domestic are they? would they clean? cook? help you clean/cook? or would they just mess everything up?): ricky is a gentlemen and with that comes some domestic things like helping clean up after dinner or tidying up the mess he makes in your bedroom when you hang out.

E - ending (if they had to break up with someone, how would they do it?): ricky would be hesitant, almost avoidant honestly. he doesn’t strike as the type to just hop from person to person. breakups would be hard for him and he would beat around the bush until he finally had the courage to just rip off the bandaid and do it. 

F - films (what kind of movies would they like? theaters or netflix?): ricky is definitely a theater guy. he would find so much joy in being able to have physical movie tickets and getting to butter his own popcorn - and sneak in his own candy, but shh - so going to the theater would be a regular in terms of dates. he might even pull the cheesy stretch into an arm around your shoulder type of move.

G - group mates (how would they break the news to the group? how would their group mates interact with you?): as mentioned before, ricky only dates seriously, so it would probably be a few months of dating until he decides it’s time to introduce you to his members. he would be really nervous that they would either embarrass him or be too much for you right off the bat, but once he sees you all get along quite well, he would be able to relax.

H - hugs (how would they hug you? is it common for them to hug you?): ricky would hug you when he is in the mood, otherwise i think he would prefer holding hands or maybe a quick kiss or two. when he does hug you, though, it would be the kind that feel like home and comfort; the ones you never want to end.

I - intimate (how touchy feely are they? when would they become comfortable to be touchy feely?): ricky wouldn’t be super duper affectionate immediately in the relationship, and i think it would take at least three or four dates before he finally holds your hand publicly. behind closed doors, however, i do think he would be a lot more comfortable being touchy feely with you.

J - jealous (would they ever get jealous? how would they act if they were jealous?): if i’m being completely honest, i think ricky is one of the most easily jealous members of zb1. even just sitting next to one of his members for a prolonged period of time would get him feeling possessive. he would definitely be the type to make it known - even if all of the members are very aware of this - that you’re his and his only, whether that be from sitting on the other side of you and kissing your temple or sending a warning glare with his piercing eyes.

K - kisses (how would they kiss you? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?): FOREHEAD. KISSES. that is his most favorite place to give you kisses because it’s convenient for him and also makes you blush the most. in terms of being kissed, ricky really, really likes being kissed on his jaw, especially if you’re shorter than him and you can’t quite reach his cheek.

L - little ones (how are they around kids? are they scared out of their minds or are they the kids’ bff by the end of the day?): he is absolutely scared out of his mind. he would definitely think being around older kids is easier because they can actually talk and somewhat fend for themselves. get him around infants and 1-2 year olds and he’s genuinely trying not to lose his mind.

M - morning (how are mornings spent with them?): mornings with ricky consist of making breakfast and finding something both fun and productive to do together. he would really enjoy being able to wake up early and see the morning sun filtering through the windows and being able to see just how beautiful the golden tones kiss your skin. 

N - night (how are nights spent with them?): nights with ricky are usually calm and quiet - either the two of you just coexisting and doing your own things before you sleep, or you’re curled up in bed watching a movie or television show you both wanted to see. 

O - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal?): ricky is an extremely private person i feel, so him opening up about things that aren’t just small talk would take a few weeks of talking. once he’s comfortable around you, though, he would absolutely tell you anything that comes to his mind because by that point he would have established some sort of trust with you.

P - photographs (are they into documenting your relationship? what kind of pics would they take? candids? posed? funny?): although it may not seem like it, ricky would love taking pictures with you, namely candids and mirror pictures.

Q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail that you mention in passing? or do they kinda forget everything?): ricky is an extremely detail oriented person, so he would remember each and every little thing you tell him, sometimes even remembering things you said that you had no idea you told him. he loves learning about you and being able to know what you love and what doesn’t really bring joy to you.

R - rain (what do they like to do when it rains?): ricky adores putting on some rainy day songs and just lazing around the house with you and playing a board game or something. he certainly doesn’t want to get caught in it and knows you don’t either, so this is a best case scenario for the both of you.

S - sleep (what are their sleep habits?): ricky likes to get his rest, but could function okay on very little to none at all. if he can be in bed by a certain time each night and awake by a certain time each morning, that would be ideal for him. he loves a routine.

T - try ((how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, everyday tasks?): since he’s such a detailed individual, he would put 100% effort into everything he does when it comes to your relationship. there would never be a time he wasn’t giving absolutely everything.

U - ugly (what would be some ugly habits of theirs that you’d not like?): ricky doesn’t strike me as the type to like confrontation or bringing up things that bother him, so he would let it build up until he snaps, which could lead to a fight or two every once in a while. 

V - victorious (would they play games with you? what kind of games? would they win?): he doesn’t strike me as the type to play a lot of video games, but would enjoy doing puzzles, board games, or cards. this would really be the time he would be competitive with you and wouldn’t back down from a rightfully earned victory.

W - winter (what do they do with you when the weather’s cold? is it hot cocoa and cuddle? or is it ice skating? or something else?): ricky has the prettiest physique for ice skating and it’s something he would become easily skilled in. when he offers to take you, you’re extremely reluctant because you already know you’re going to fall literally every three seconds, but he doesn’t care and lets you grip the railing on the wall - or his hand, he wouldn’t mind - the entire time.

X - xtra (a random headcanon for them!): ricky seems like his love language would be acts of service, so he would thrive in a relationship where he is able to take care of his significant other in some shape or form. it doesn’t have to be constant babying - in fact, he would absolutely hate that - but he would really enjoy just being able to do more chores around the house if you have something important to do or would jump in and help you with something without you even asking.

Y - yuck (what would be things they wouldn’t really like? either in general or in a partner): ricky does not like public displays of affection. he doesn’t mind occasionally holding hands or a quick peck to your temple, but anything exceeding that makes him uncomfortable if he’s in the public eye. he’s a firm believer that you don’t have to be glued to each other in order to prove that you’re in love. Z - zodiac (what is their zodiac sign? do they fit it to a T? speaking of zodiac, how superstitious are they when it comes to love?): ricky is a taurus, which is an earth sign. taurus’ have a steadfast and loyal nature to them, which i believe is fitting to ricky. he is resistant to love, but once he finds someone special, he is quick to fall, and hard.

[harleychick91]

New Story

El Mayarah (M)

Summary: After waking from a recurring dream, Kara tells Lena the truth about her identity and how she feels. Nothing goes as the Kryptonian hopes. After being attacked by The Children of Liberty, the only way to save Lena’s life is to take her to Argo City. What happens there will change everything.

Chapter One

Kara’s POV

Ever since Reign was defeated and The Children of Liberty gained power in the media, I've had nightmares. Some were about fighting The World Killers, losing, and them killing everyone I cared for or The Children of Liberty killing all aliens and everyone who helped aliens. Either way, everybody I loved or cared about ended up dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The only way I could go back to sleep was making a cup of tea and wrapping myself in the blanket Lena had left after a movie night. Sipping the warm liquid, I thought about the last few months. Things are so messed up. Lena and Supergirl are at odds because of kryptonite and she doesn't know the truth. It's been too long. It won't end well when I tell Lena who Kara Danvers really is.

Flipping through Netflix, I put on a comfort show and let it play in the background. Lena still made me the kryptonite armor even after our fight. And she gave Mom the recipe to make more Harun-El. I'm so confused.

Desperately needing sleep, I rinsed my mug and went back to bed. Since the blanket still smelled like Lena's apartment, I brought it to bed with me. Nuzzling my face into it, I inhaled the calming scent.

Waking in my bed, I heard a knock on my door. Rushing to answer it, Brainy stood before me. "Brainy? What are you doing here?"

"You're talking to me. And you know who I am." His brow creased. "Supergirl is-,"

"You can't say that! " Pulling him inside, I closed the door quickly. "It's dangerous to walk around without your image inducer turned on."

"Do we know each other? I am Brainiac 5. A 12th level intellect. The Legionnaires call me Brainy." He walked around my apartment aimlessly looking around.

"Yes, we know each other. Mon-El sent you." Why does this feel so familiar?

"Yes. To make sure your neuro pathways are intact." Brainy picked up a plant and examined it. "Your brain is in remarkable health for someone languishing in a coma."

Oh, Rao. "The coma dream palace thing I was in," I sighed. Not this dream again. "Yes, you think I'm in a coma. I was, but I'm not anymore."

"Did I bury the lead?" His head tilted. "You've been in a coma for two days."

"I know. My subconscious feels most at ease here and so on."

"Yes, you've been in a coma."

No matter what I say, it's still going to play out. Rubbing my face, I went along with it. "I'm in my loft."

"Oh! This is just where your subconscious feels most comfortable. We're not really in your loft."

This can't be happening. "If I'm in a coma, how are you here?" I watched as the man continued to walk around my apartment.

"Mon-El woke me from hyper sleep to communicate with you on behalf of him and your D.E.O. patriates. 31st century technology. It's also what's keeping you alive."

"Alive?"

"Reign defeated you," he spoke curiously. "Don't you remember?"

Flashes of the fight and Alex finding me in the rubble flashed through my mind. Dread filled me. "No. This…Reign is still out there. People are dying. I need to wake up." Rushing to my door, I tried to open it to no avail.

"I don't think you're listening to me." I tried pulling harder but the door wouldn't give. "Could we maybe try relaxing for a bit?"

After finally giving up on the door, I paced the loft. "This is torture," I huffed. Sitting on the couch, I watched as Brainy inspected my kitchen. "What are you looking for?"

"Any sign of decay or damage. In a simulation like this, it can show up in any type of fashion. I want to make sure there's nothing that will harm your reality reentry."

"Reality reentry?" I held a pillow to my chest.

"If you're not properly prepared, you could go into shock. Some people die instantly."

"Wait, does that mean I'm ready to wake up?" Getting to my feet, I tossed the pillow. "Is there anything I need to do?" I made my way towards the door again.

"This is the manifest of your subconscious and that's the only way in or out. Logic says you need to walk through it."

Trying the door again, it wouldn't budge. "It's not opening." I continued to pull. "Why isn't it opening?"

"We drained the tank and you've suffered no ill effects of hibernation." Boiling water, Brainy sipped a cup of tea. I bit my lip realizing he used some of Lena's favorite tea. "Everything is physically fine. There must be a different reason your mind is keeping you here."

"You're saying I'm keeping myself here?" I scoffed. "That doesn't make any sense. I'm the one who wants out of here." I tried punching through the door but was only knocked back.

"Is there a reason your subconscious wants you to stay here? Self preservation perhaps? You were badly beaten." He sipped more tea as he sat on the couch. "Fear can be powerful."

"I am not afraid." I tried using my heat vision until everything around us was destroyed. Frustrated, I started to clean.

"Is there something different about this version of your loft? Something that stands out."

Placing some items on my coffee table, I looked around. My stomach dropped seeing coats, shoes, and other little things that weren't mine. A lot of Lena's things are here. Things that aren't actually in my loft. This is new. The dream has never taken this path before. Turning my gaze to the picture in hand, it was one I took of us. We were cheek to cheek and smiling.

"You've noticed something," Brainy's voice trailed. "Who is this brunette woman?" He picked up a nearby picture I kept on the side table. "Your mate? Mon-El said you were single."

"No. She's…just a friend." My stomach fell. I don't want her to be just a friend.

The man studied me. "You want her to be your mate." His head tilted. "You could be stuck because you're scared."

"I've not told her that I'm Supergirl. She'll hate me." I swallowed hard seeing the brunette in question appear sitting in my armchair. Walking towards her, I wrapped Lena in my arms. "I miss you."

"I'm right here, Kara," Lena nuzzled her face in my neck, holding me tightly.

"She appeared to you for a reason," he coaxed. "What is it?"

Releasing the shorter woman, I turned towards Brainy. "Possibly because I have to face the fact that I've had feelings for her?"

His brow creased. "But you love Mon-El."

"You can love more than one person at a time, I think." I took the safer option, falling for Mon-El. Loving him was easier than loving Lena. He was a certain thing. She's not.

"And now?" Brainy's attention shifted.

Turning back to dream Lena, I cupped her face. The action caused a warm smile to appear. "To get out of here I have to admit to myself that I love her…." That thought terrifies me.

My alarm woke me from my Lena, Brainy, coma dream. Staring at the ceiling, I thought about Lena and my feelings for her. I am so screwed. I need to bite the figurative bullet and tell her. I'd rather bite a real one.

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[blues824]

Hi there!your headcanons are so fun to read so i wanna make this request with Deuce,Jamil,Idia,Rook with a Violet Baudelaire type reader! (her version of the netflix show)

-She's intelligent, and resourceful and brilliant inventor;very capable of solving difficult situations quickly and LOVES inventing devices and have the habit of tying her hair back for more concentration with her thoughts

-She's responsible and somehow an older sister-type and very caring and loving to whom she cares about,but she can be stern and bitter when angered or disappointed and while she tries to avoid conflictes she can critize unfairness

-She often tries to manipulate situations to her advantage by trying to look meek and innocent

-She's a feminine girl with a tomboyish streak:while she acts tenderly and gentle and wears girly clothes her interests and hobbies with inventing and machines are traditionally tomboyish (and dislikes being judged just because of that; one of hers quotes: "Some girls find "tomboy" to be an insulting term. That means their interests don't conform to somebody else's expectations.") And THANK YOU i hope that's not too much!

OMG I LOVE A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS!!! Also, don’t worry Anon! Everyone makes mistakes!

Female Reader!!!

Deuce Spade

He is very surprised at how quickly you adapt to the customs of Twisted Wonderland. You never let your mind rest and were always doing something productive, whether it be the homework or reading up on local traditions and cultural norms.

He absolutely adores your mind. You are resourceful, intelligent, and inventive. He helps you on many projects because he is talented at machinery. The amount of machines you made to help make your life easier at Ramshackle is astonishing to him, but it just goes to show that the two of you work great as a team.

The first time he saw you tie your hair back with a nearby ribbon, he found it kind of attractive. I headcanon him as one of those guys who always carries hair ties for their girlfriend, and whenever there is a project you work on, you always gently grab his arm to take one of the hair ties.

Deuce made it a personal goal to try not to disappoint you by getting into a fight. Whenever he does, he hates the angry look on your face. He looks like a scolded puppy. He can’t deny that he feels warm inside whenever you hold his face while scanning for injuries.

He always grows worried whenever you argue with Riddle about his unfair rules. However, you always manage to manipulate your words to create a loophole that you can call the housewarden out on. It leaves both of them shocked, the former being proud as well and the latter being furious.

He honestly thought you looked beautiful in the dresses you always wore. He doesn’t really care if it’s contradictory to most people’s standards and expectations of you since you dress that way, because Twisted Wonderland is a place where what’s normal there is upside down in your world. Doesn’t refer to you as a tomboy.

Jamil Viper

He is glad that you are adjusting so well to this new environment (new for you, at least). It was interesting, because if he were in your shoes he would most definitely be struggling. He makes a mental note to not underestimate your abilities.

He wants to understand how your mind works. Your thoughts seem to be well-organized while also maintaining creativity. You’ve designed machines that allowed Jamil to save time in doing his chores so that he would have more time to spend relaxing.

One day, he had asked you to help him create a dish to serve for dinner at Scarabia. This was a lot of trust that he was placing into your hands, and you were able to recognize that. So, you took a ribbon, tied your hair back, and closed your eyes to concentrate. Jamil does something similar, but it’s mainly to keep his hair out of the way. Again, he carries hair ties for you and himself.

He experienced your glare of disapproval when he overworked himself well into the night. He hadn’t drank water, so he was on the verge of passing out. The next day, he was sick and you were called over to tend to him. Jamil admits that he doesn’t like disappointing you.

You both have playful ‘arguments’ with each other, mainly when you’re both laying in his bed, your head on his chest as you both cuddle. You always manage to win because you always catch him in a loophole. Whenever you do this, he obnoxiously sighs out loud as he admits defeat.

To him, you are worth more than all the gold Scarabia’s treasury holds. He would give up his position as Vice Housewarden if you asked him to. When you both go on a late-night date in secret and you show up in one of your dresses, he’s just reminded of how much effort you both put into this relationship. 

Rook Hunt

He offers his services in case you are ever in need of answers about this strange new land you appeared in. However, he is shocked when you seem to be doing exceptionally well. You even managed to surpass a few second and third years in academics.

Your mind is a mysterious beauty and Rook wants your permission to explore it. You gravitate towards mechanical objects, and this reflects itself whenever you are faced with any type of problem. The hunter is very intrigued whenever he sees your brain’s gears turning because he knows that your solution would be unconventional but successful.

Whenever he has the blessing of seeing you tie your hair back, he just gazes at you with such a loving look. He finds this simple action to be one of the hottest things you can do. He doesn’t even know why, just pardon his staring. If you ever let him tie your hair up, he will melt. Exaggerated displays of affection would pour out immediately.

You gave him the glare of disappointment when Leona came to you to complain about Rook stalking him… for the third time this week. The hunter can say that he was genuinely scared to see you angry. He would try to distract you by pressing light kisses from your fingers all the way up to your shoulder, until you push him away.

You realize that a lot of the students like to treat you in a disrespectful manner because 1) you’re a girl and 2) you don’t have a natural affinity for magic. You always call them out and fight against them, and Rook supports you to the very end. After all, it can’t be easy to go through this. 

He thinks you look adorable in the dresses you wear. They tend to be more modest and ‘traditional’, and it reminds him of the type of clothing that women would wear in old romance movies. He always loved that genre because (I headcanon that) his dream is to settle down with son âme sœur, who is you in this case. Whenever this thought crosses his mind, he gets a tad bit more touchy-feely.

Idia Shroud

To be able to adapt so quickly to the new environment you were placed in is probably an achievement he would never be able to obtain. You were on a whole other level, diving head-first into your new (temporary) home.

He gets to experience the wonder that your mind is when he asks you to help him upgrade Ortho. Just by taking a single glance, you were able to estimate the tools you would need with no error. Plus, you weren’t afraid to get your hands dirty.

It was here where he experienced you tying your hair back with a ribbon you brought with you. He didn’t expect to feel like a normie and find it so freaking attractive, but here he was. The ends of his hair and his cheeks turned a bit pink in response.

He experienced your gaze of displeasure when you found out that he wasn’t taking care of himself. He had stayed up for multiple nights in a row while surviving off of energy drinks. Since Idia doesn’t like it when you’re angry at him, he promises to do better.

He notices how you act super innocent and lure others into your trap. I don’t mean this in a negative way, because what you do is you act nice to manipulate any situation so that it is in your favor. You had to make do with what you had since you still don’t have magic, but Idia is impressed.

One time, he had invited you to a secluded area for a date. You arrived in one of your dresses, and he thought you looked breathtaking. You looked just like a dream, one that he didn’t want to wake up from. There, you both just watched the stars as you both talked and enjoyed each other’s company.

[elliexmylove]

YOU KNOW ONE DIRECTION?

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN reader

Warnings: anxiety, social anxiety

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: you meet spiderman one lonely night and listen to music together, you also meet Peter and become best friends, and maybe more?

Notes: I'm so sorry the ending is rushed but it's 2am and I'm really tired<3

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Sat lonely on the rooftop of your apartments building, music filled your ears, earphones tangled, goosebumps graced your skin from the cold breeze. It was a sad life, no friends, bad relationship with your mum who you lived with, mentally ill, the only thing giving you life at the moment was your dog, Sorren.

Thinking about going back down, lying in bed and watching Netflix or Disney+ was rudely interrupted by a person in red and blue swinging onto the roof.

Oh, spider man.

Thinking he was probably just here to take a break you stayed silent.

"Hey," a weak but friendly voice hesitantly said, voice cracking slightly.

You turned to look at him, unsure if he was talking to you, but realised of course there was no one else he could be talking to.

"Hi," You awkwardly smile, eyes darting from him to the ground.

Reaching for your phone resting on the concrete ground, you turn the volume down slightly, if he tries to talk to you again.

He points to the ground with his finger in a questioning manner, asking if it's okay to sit and you nod. Once sat, you two just stare at the city in front of you, in silence for at least five minutes.

"What're you listening to?" He questions,

"Uh well my Playlist is on shuffle and a song just finished, lemme check what's playing now."

Your phone lights up revealing your home screen and song that is about to start.

"Transgender by Crystal castles."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that." He pauses, "I'll have to listen to it now." Even with the mask you can tell he seems to be smiling,

"You can now if you'd like, I'm not sure what music you listen to so you may not like it,"

you regret saying anything at all, feeling stupid.

"Yeah sure!"

"I'll take most of my mask off but leave it covering my face,"

"I can just take the earphones out-"

"No no, I like them, it makes music better."

You smile and hand him one half of them, anxiety fills you a little, a lot of people haven't liked your music taste, you wish he'd come when you were listening to a playlist with other songs you know other people like, but this was the Playlist you listen to when sad or feeling empty.

With a sigh you relax a little, it's just music. But then you remember it's spider man and it comes back, you have just been talking to spider man. It makes you feel sick.

He probably thinks you're weird, and-

"Huh," he says, and you turn your head to look at him,

"It's not what I would usually listen to but it's cool."

"What music do you listen to?"

"Have you heard of One direction?" He seems to sheepishly grin,

Excitement takes over your anxiety. One Direction was your childhood, you still listen to it mainly for the nostalgia, but it's just great music.

"Yeah?" He says seeing the look on your face,

You nod with a smile, "who hasn't?"

Unlocking your phone, spotify appears,

"Which one?" You look to him,

"Kiss you?"

You turn your head back to your phone, typing and then playing it.

The familiar music starts playing and happiness causes a little grin on your face,

Oh I just wanna take you anywhere you like we could could go out any day any night

Spider man begins humming along to it, suddenly you feel comfortable around him, this is honestly the first time you've been happy around anyone but yourself for a while.

His head bounces to the song and you fight the urge to sing along.

"Do you think I should take the earphones out for this song?"

"Yeah,"

You pull it out of your phone and the music gets a little louder, setting the earphones aside you turn the volume up,

So tell me girl if every time we touch, you get this kind of rush, lemme say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah if you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home

He starts singing to it and you laugh,

"Hey!"

"I'm not laughing at your singing," you grin,

"And let me kiss you!" You sing, probably regretting it as you lie in bed tonight.

For the rest of the song you just hum along, having fun for the first time in a long time. And with spider man of all people.

Just as one thing starts playing sirens sound somewhere nearby,

"Aw man," he says

"This was really really fun, but I gotta go," He pulls the rest of his mask over the back of his head,

"Bye spidey,"

He smiles at the nickname under his mask, then shoots a web to a building, swinging from that to another.

You're left by yourself again, Sighing you get up, stare at the city for a second and start walking back down to your apartment, earphones now back and playing the rest of 1D's songs until you get there.

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Sorren's tail starts wagging as you walk into your bedroom, his head still lying on his paws, the room was dark, the moon and city lights lighting it up enough to see, a large window taking up basically the whole wall was placed on the right side, your double bed with comfy blankets placed in the same corner.

Sitting on the bed sorren shuffles so his head can be on your lap, your laptop's screen was still illuminated from before you left, after a large sigh you paid attention to sorren.

"Who's a good boy, did you miss me? Hm?"

He shuffles around excitedly while staying in the same spot, you rub the sides of his head a little roughly but not hurting him. He was no small dog but he loved taking up as much space on your bed as he could.

The lights were beautiful in the city as you stared at it through your window, sorren had fallen asleep in the time you sat on your bed doing nothing. It was well past twelve, you should go to sleep, a buzz broke your empty thoughts and your phone turned off as it went flat. Yet another reason to go to sleep, so in doing so the day came much quicker than you'd like.

The sun shone on you, squinting your eyes open, the dread of the day filled you, all that had to be done was school and grocery shopping, not that bad, but it was hard enough getting out of bed.

Sorren realised you had woken up and started whining from happiness, tail wagging at an alarming rate and licking around his snout as he made his way up the bed to you, a grin grew on your face as you welcomed him.

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Arriving at school the weather had turned into clouds and light rain, the best kind. Immediate dread came as you saw all of the students around, social anxiety was not fun, you stuff your hands into your pockets and your demeanour is slouched, eyes not meeting anyone.

Your head filled with thoughts of judgement, you tried to distract yourself with the thought of sorren and how you would see him at the end of the day. Heart racing you walked past people.

A particular person seemed to be staring at you, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes, breathing became difficult and sorren was no longer enough to make you feel better.

"Hi," the boy said as you walked past him,

"Hi." You tried your best to smile.

Once sat in your seat for class you calmed down a little, leg bouncing as the teacher began to speak.

After a while he asked if anyone could answer the question, you thought you knew the answer but feared it was wrong so didn't say anything, someone else said the answer and was right, you were also right and annoyed for not speaking up.

Mind drifting you accidently zone out for the most of class, and before you knew it the time for lunch had come. Everyone walked out including you to the cafeteria.

Upon arriving you got food and saw a table with only one other person sitting there, you knew she was rather quiet so figured it was perfect.

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

She looked up from her phone,

"Go for it."

With that being said you sat down, grabbing a book from your bag, with horror you saw the cover had been bent in half from the position it must have been in the bag. Bending it back the other way it helped but still a crease line and stuck out a bit.

"Hey,"

The boy that stared at you earlier was now standing next to you,

"Hello,"

"Is it okay if I sit with you?"

A flash of panic ran through you but you told yourself to stop overreacting,

"Yeah sure."

He smiled in return,

"I'm Peter,"

He said once sat down, "I'm Y/n," you said and looked back down to your book,

"Aw no its bent huh," you looked to him not used to people saying more than five words to you, "Yeah, I should've placed it more carefully in my bag,"

"Is it a good book?" He continues,

You look up again, this time just with your eyes, "Mhm."

"What's it about?" He was trying to hold a conversation with you, though he realised it wasn't quite as easy as last night on the rooftop, when he saw you today he recognised you and was excited you were in the same school as him.

"It's kinda hard to explain." You didn't leave much room for the conversation to continue, you don't really mean to but it always happens, you never know what to say.

"Okay." He smiled, he really wanted to get to know you but could see maybe now wasn't the best time, so he would try again later.

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Once school finished you walked to the supermarket, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind.

You opened notes and checked the grocery list, the stand of baskets was next to the entry so you grabbed one and walked into the vegetables area, which was colder than expected so you pulled your hoodie over your head.

In spotting lettuce it got placed into the basket, carrots were more expensive that you'd like but you put them into the basket as well. Walking down the cereal aisle you got cornflakes and in the refrigerator got milk.

After a while everything you needed was in the basket but deciding you wanted some snacks you walked to the aisle, a familiar person was already in the snack section, Peter.

Stopping where candy was you looked at the options, probably going to be there for a while considering the indecisive person you were.

Peter noticed you and smiled, "Hi,"

"Oh hi," you smiled back, you picked up a bag of maltesers, still wanting one other thing,

"Oh you're so right," he said before getting maltesers as well, you exhaled with your nose and smiled as a reply while still looking,

He then got some gummy snakes, "Hey do wanna hang out and eat candy?" He knew you'd most likely say no and was kinda scared for your reply, who asks a stranger to eat candy with them? He awkwardly smiles and awaits your answer.

You didn't really know what to do, in all honesty the urge to say yes was overtaking saying no, it would be so awkward though, you haven't hung out with anyone in so long.

"Yeah uh sure,"

He smiled happily, and you decided to just quickly grab some chips, you two walked down the aisle to the checkout together.

You were actually really excited to be hanging out with someone, he seemed really nice too, but you couldn't ignore your anxiety either.

You thought about asking to hang out at your apartment but felt stupid because who invites a stranger to hang out there?

It ended up being the park where you ate candy and talked, well talked as best you could, but you had to admit you really enjoyed it and was excited the whole time, always worrying about what to say or do, but he was really nice and it made you feel better.

You wondered whether you just made a friend.

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By the end of the day you piled the groceries on the bench and took your unfinished snacks to your bedroom, where sorren happily awaited you, your mum was out, so you played with him in the lounge.

Once you were tired out you decided to go to the roof again, only this time you weren't all that sad. Bringing your tote bag with the remaining chips and candy turned out to be a good idea, because spiderman was once again on the rooftop ten minutes after you got there.

The truth is he saw you and wanted to spend more time with you, he thought you were really cool.

"Well hello there," you smiled, "Hi,"

"Can I sit?"

"Mhm."

You seemed a lot more relaxed than last time. "Want any snacks?" You offered, "what have you got?"

You got the chips and maltesers, "God, I love maltesers,"

"Glad to be of service."

He lifted his mask just above his mouth, by now you were looking at the tall buildings around you, he pulled his mask back down.

"Thanks." You smiled a little in response,

"Wanna ask some random questions for fun?" You felt a little childish, but it's a good way to get to know someone.

"Sure, just as long as you don't try ask who I am," he bumps his shoulder into yours,

"Okay. I know this is the most basic question I could ask but it has to be done. What's your favourite colour?"

"Hm," he contemplates,

"Red."

"How did I guess?" He smiles under the mask, "you?"

"It's gotta be dark green, though I love so many more."

You cross your legs, "Favourite movie?" He asks.

This goes on for quite some time before he has to leave. You haven't felt this happy for quite a while, both Peter and Spiderman were so easy to like, you just worry if they actually like you.

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Four months went by, Peter and you became quite good friends, you didn't see spiderman that often but most times when you were on the rooftop he would be there a while later.

Anxiety still was a problem wherever you went but Peter made you feel a lot better when he was around, you were supposed to go to his house after school for a movie night, your biggest worry of that is if he picks a terrible movie, you didn't mind star wars but the old ones were pretty boring.

Upon meeting his aunt May you realised she was really nice, and you wouldn't be lying if you said you had a tiny crush that you annoy Peter with on purpose all the time.

School was over and done with, now getting prepared to go to Peter's your alarm went off telling you it was five p.m,

"Gonna miss you" sorren gets a good belly rub before you go. "See you soon puppy."

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You knock on the door and it opens almost instantly, Peter stands there with a grin on his face, "Hi"

"Hey," you walk in, "Hi May,"

She smiles, "Hi Y/n."

Peter drags you to the kitchen to make popcorn, you lean against the bench while waiting for the microwave,

"Wait, is that a new Lego set?" It was sitting on the table, "Yeah me and Ned built it yesterday."

You walk over to it, "Oh my gosh nice, you think you could stand building one with me?"

"Yes." Peter said a little too quickly and eagerly, making you laugh, the microwave beeped and he got the popcorn, putting it in a bowl and carrying it to the couch. You followed with the candy, putting it between you two on the couch.

"What movie have you got in mind?" You ask,

"I always choose them, you can tonight."

"Wait really? Hah nice."

You use the remote to look through disney+, "d'you want Pixar or Disney?" You question, but in your mind you've already made the decision.

"Pixar?" He looks to you, "good answer."

Ten minutes later you chose finding nemo, not having watched it in a long time you really enjoyed it, the popcorn was gone in the first twenty minutes. After eating half of the candy you both got comfortable, Peter was lying half back on the couch, his back in the corner of it, and you lay down on him slightly.

Sadly the movie ended, you didn't want to leave but even though you knew your relationship with your mum was terrible she would want you home very soon. Peter didn't want you to leave either,

"Hey d'you wanna stay the night? Like a sleepover?" He was hopeful, "thank you but I better go home,"

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow Pete," his heart burst at the nickname and he struggled not to smile, "Oh right, uhm well would it be okay if I came over?"

"You know I'd love that but she'll be home all day."

"Okayy,"

You walk to pick up your bag, Peter quickly makes his way over to the door and gives you a hug before you leave. The feeling of happiness leaves you giddy, and so happy he's your friend.

May was in her room so you didn't say bye, but much to your disappointment you did to Peter,

"Bye I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay Bye." He smiled as you walked out the door.

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The day drifted away while you stayed in bed, you messaged Peter a little and watched a movie for a bit, but as the day dragged on into 5pm you grew to be really hungry.

Telling Peter of your starvation he was horrified, telling you to go eat, and you did. Peeling the blankets back and standing made you a bit lightheaded for a second.

In the kitchen pasta was boiling in a pot and you grated cheese, Sorren sitting right beside you, tail wagging and looking hopeful. Cheese melted and other ingredients added, the pasta was complete and put into a bowl.

The sun set while you sat at the table eating until you were very full, a blue and red suited superhero swung across some buildings as you chewed your last mouthful.

Sorren made a loud sigh curling up on his bed, you rinsed your bowl and put it into the dishwasher.

After doing nothing all day you were exhausted and collapsed on your bed, the thought of hanging out with Peter tomorrow excited you, a little rush of happiness and excitement made you smile.

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Your shoe fought with you as you struggled to put it on, your beloved converse betrayed you like this almost every time. Tying them into a double knot you were ready to go, Sorren had gone with your mum to a dog park somewhere so he wasn't there desperate to go with you.

You took the elevator down the building, beginning your walk to meet Peter once you got to the bottom, a cool breeze felt nice at first until you got a little cold and started to have an earache.

Peter stood in front of a park bench, near the supermarket where you planned to buy food and go to the park again.

"Hey," he smiled widely once he saw you,

"Hi," you smiled back,

"Ready to go in?"

"Yeah." The two of you walked together,

"Peter I'm so tired," you drawled, "I've been walking for ages,"

He got behind you to push your back making you laugh, once you were outside the doors you stumbled to make him stop,

"Okay okay thank you."

The automatic doors opened, it was cooler inside, and also very busy, grabbing your phone from your back pocket the time said 12:04, you panicked a little, that was one of the busiest times you could be here, there were so many people.

Peter noticed your quiet panic and held your hand, the gesture made you feel better, the two of you walked to get snacks, hand in hand.

"Noo there are kids on the swings," you said once at the park, "Pete go push them off,"

"What? No way that's so mean!"

"I wasn't being serious." You mumbled,

"I know." He pushed his shoulder into yours, smiling.

You ate some of the food you bought and talked, the kids got off of the swings, and that didn't go unnoticed by you,

"Quick now's our chance!" You run towards the swings, Peter grabs the food and runs with you.

"Hey Pete, could you please push me?" You could swing yourself but it's fun when other people push you.

"How high?"

"Really high,"

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you went higher, you couldn't control your laughter, the butterflies got too much for you,

"Okay wait wait wait I wanna stop," you laugh but panic a little, once you slowed down Peter grabbed your waist until you stopped completely, and even though you weren't high in the air anymore you got butterflies again.

Peter then got on the other swing, looking at you expectantly, innocence on his face,

"You want me to push you, huh?"

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Another five months went by, you were sitting at the table with Peter and May eating Chinese at their house.

"It's like Sorren is obsessed with Peter or something," you laugh, Peter had finally come to your apartment and met him.

"He almost crushed me!"

"Exactly, he loves you."

May smiled and got up, collecting the rubbish to put into the bin,

"Alright my little munchkins I'm off to bed, gotta be in early, don't stay up too late."

You cringed at the word munchkins, she did it on purpose of course.

"Night Aunt May."

"Night May."

"Wanna maybe stay the night?" Peter's eyes glistened with hope,

"Of course I would,"

"Okay uhm I have some pyjamas you can use,"

"Cool i'll get changed," you smile standing up and messing with the top of his hair.

Once changed you collapsed onto his bed, you used to sleep on the spare mattress but now it's normal just to share the bed.

The two of you continued to talk until 12am, laughing quietly in the light from the lamp in his bedside table,

you could feel his gentle breath on your face, minty from brushing his teeth earlier. You heated up a little realising how close your faces were, you couldn't deny the crush you'd developed on your best friend though you tried to the best of your ability.

He noticed you'd quietened down, a very light redness on your cheeks, this made him go a little red now also realising your closeness. His eyes glanced towards your lips involuntarily, you did as well.

He leaned in slightly, lips ghosting over yours.

You leaned in ever so slightly, ending in a kiss, he exhaled through his nose.

An alarm broke the two of you apart with a jolt, the alarm was to let the both of you know it was time to sleep.

You cleared your throat as he turned it off, not knowing what to do you quickly said "uhm I'm just gonna go sleep on the couch,"

"Wait-"

"We'll talk in the morning!" You walked out with your pillow, there were already blankets on the couch.

Morning came, and your phone woke you, your mum was calling and in your sleepiness you still remembered you didn't ask for permission to stay the night.

You squint your eyes to see the time, 6:07am.

"Hello?" You croak out groggily,

"Where are you?"

"I stayed at Peters,"

She obviously wasn't that happy but only said,

"It's a school day, come home right now and get ready please."

She hung up,

Oh shit, it is a school day

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Peter woke up later, he got up rubbing his eyes and walked to the couch, you weren't there.

He checked his phone and saw you messaged saying sorry you had to leave.

You made your way to school as fast as possible, with only five minutes to spare.

By lunch you were pretty tired, you shut your locker and saw Peter down the hall slightly shutting his as well, when he noticed you he began walking towards you.

Remembering about last you were a little awkward,

"Hi," He smiled making you a little more at ease,

"Hey Parker,"

"Listen I know now's not the best time but I cannot focus, so can we please talk?"

"Alright mister." You smile,

Peter looks around, he takes your hand and leads you to a storage closet.

"Really?"

"What?"

"A storage closet?" You bite back smile,

"I thought it might be nice to have a little privacy, sorry it doesn't meet your standards." He teases,

"Listen about the uhm, kiss,"

Anxiety swirled in your stomach but you calmed down, it's Peter, it's fine.

"I'm so sorry I should have asked! Maybe you didn't even want to and I was dumb and stupid and-"

"Wait wait no it's okay I uhm, I wanted to I promise I just, I don't know I really like you and was scared you regretted it and-"

"You like me?" You looked up at him, he had love and adoration in his eyes,

"yeah," You shyly smiled,

"I love you so much," he whispered, your mouth fell open slightly

"oh my god did I really just say that out loud,"

"Yeah, you did Pete," you laughed

"Would it be okay to kiss you right now?"

"Hm, yeah that checks out with me."

He leaned in almost instantly, kissing you, and after a minute the bell rang,

You broke the kiss, "Gotta go,"

"Noo," he leaned back in, his lips moving slowly against yours, "stay in the dark and dingy closet with me." He mumbled against your mouth, and you continued for a minute.

"Excuse me, isn't it a bit weird to be making out with my best friend?"

"Hm, no, I think it's pretty good actually." He mumbled against your lips, the two of you didn't stop until you heard the second bell a good five minutes later, "Pete we've really got to go now,"

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes suddenly lighting up,

"You know, now that I think about it maybe it is a little weird to do this with your best friend,"

You looked at him,

"Would it be less weird if it was your boyfriend?"

"Hm, you might be onto something,"

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Do you maybe wanna go on a date?"

"Sounds pretty nice to me." You smile.

In class you feel giddy, you can't really believe what just happened, and neither can Peter, but he really did love you.

You met him as spiderman

And You fell in love with him as Peter

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[cevansbrat0007]

Hey Brit! A question about Andy Bear and Baby girl. I know the Barber fam has their designated movie nights, but in some fics Babygirl just wants to watch movies with him after work. Is this a regular occurrence for them? And what are their favorite things to watch together? I love that he puts up with reality…wish he’d oblige housewives 😭 but besides Love is Blind/Jersey shore, what things do they equally love to watch together?

Andy and Baby Girl curling up on the couch together after a long day of work is a pretty regular occurrence. It's a way for them to relax and reconnect with one another. A good snuggle sesh is the perfect come down after a rough day spent in court or dealing with clients.

Below is a list of what they're watching now. Keep in mind, these are shows they actually pay attention to, versus the stuff they put on for background noise when they're in more of a Netflix and Chill type of mood.

The Righteous Gemstones: they stumbled upon this one after randomly watching a movie with Danny McBride. That dysfunctional family and their ridiculous megachurch makes for some quality TV. And their favorite characters are Judy Gemstone, Uncle Baby Billy, and Keefe.

Yellowjackets: they recently binged both seasons one and two and were pissed at Misty over the whole Natalie debacle. Andy was also a big fan of Elijah Wood's guest starring role.

Mayor of Kingstown: Baby Girl was riveted during the entire time they binged that show. She kept asking questions about whether or not things were actually that corrupt in their own city. She really put her man in the hot seat.

Based On A True Story: This one actually took some convincing on Baby Girl's part. She loves anything with Kaley Cuoco, but her Big Man wasn't sold. However, they were both pleasantly surprised by just how much they enjoyed the show. It's not often that something makes them laugh out loud.

Jack Ryan: Andy had already seen season one of the show before he convinced his girl that she might like it too. It turns out he was right. Although, he was a little annoyed when he realized that his television companion had developed a bit of a crush on John Krasinski. But at least he's better than Lloyd Evans-Drysdale.

Dexter: this is a re-watch for both of them. They finished the series years ago and just randomly decided to start watching it again from the beginning during a lazy weekend. Although they both agree that the final season is trash.

Hope this answers your question! Thanks for the ask and enjoy the rest of your weekend!

[tinywitchgoblin]

Hey wassup, I’m delusional (and insane) and I saw your past posts, so which bad batch member would you ship me with?

Im Hispanic (Dunno if that’s important lol). Brown curly hair and brown eyes. Tan skin but I have low iron so I kinda look pale but not too pale. I got two little moles on my chin that I’m insecure about but sometimes I’m confident about them. I’m 5’5. I struggle with anxiety but I’m coping with my depression, I occasionally have really bad depressive episodes. I’m bipolar. Sometimes I act so confident in myself and other times I get insecure and try to hide my stomach.

Some things about me is that I love to write and make poetic shit, like I will sound like a insane hopeless romantic. I like to use cheesy pick up lines when I get comfortable enough. Music is my life and savior. Will legit make a whole playlist or CD dedicated to someone. I LOVE to dance to literally anything, usually if I try to get someone to dance with me is because I just wanna have fun with someone and be able to laugh and feel alive. Dancing is just a way to express myself and have someone alongside me. I love painting, cooking and reading. I adore romantic poetry. My friends consider me as the mom of the group. I’m loyal and I’ll always put other before me ( it’s a curse). If you need anything, honey I’m right here like a genie. I hopelessly devote myself to others. I LOVE taking care of others though, maybe it’s because that’s what I’ve been doing for majority of my life.

I Love cinema. Like deeply love cinema. I’m always up for a night or day full of movies and shows and being lazy on the couch or bed. My definition of Netflix and chill is to literally Netflix and chill, we are watching movies only! Will use quotes from movies on a daily basis and expect someone to get it and finish the quote. Kind of a introverted but I can be social if I know enough people in one space. I’m always up for adventure and thrill in life, like wanna go on a roller coaster? Heck yeah. Wanna dance? Aint gotta ask me twice. Try new things? Might be nervous but I’m up for it.

My standards for love and a relationship can be described as Melanie Martínez’s song High School Sweethearts.

Alright that’s it. Thank you and have a blessed day! <3

Thanks, you too 💚

I ship you with...

Wrecker!

You'd actually met Omega first, but once she introduced you to her brother Wrecker, the two of you were inseparable. You would write him love letters and make playlists for him, and he would shower you with compliments and support you in every aspect of your life. Once, he tried to write you a romantic poem back because he loved the ones you gave him, but it... didn't go as well as he wanted. When you asked him about it, he told you he wanted to make you feel the happiness he got when you gave him a poem or a playlist, but nothing was working. You reassured him that you felt his love in other ways, that his love was as unique as him.

One of Wrecker's many love languages is quality time, and he wants to spend it all with you. Sometiems you'll end up in the kitchen, attempting a new recipe (or maybe just dancing while some pasta is boiling away in the background). Other times, you're just relaxing on the couch, watching something on Netflix. If you're into it, he'll pull you into his lap and keep you close especially if you're watching a horror movie. Both you and he get super frustrated when Hunter has to drag Wrecker away because he needs help with something, but there's always the promise of hanging out again later.

Wrecker doesn't know much about mental illnesses in the clinical sense like Tech does, but he's really good at not only telling when you're not feeling well, but sussing out what the underlying issue is. He's very in touch with emotions (both his and yours), so he's usually able to tell if you're anxious, depressed, insecure, or any of the above. Wrecker doesn't like seeing you in any type of pain, so he will do anything he can to make you feel better. He'll sit with you, talk with you, make you some good, make sure you take your meds and/or get appointments scheduled (if applicable), etc. He isn't someone who does things halfway, and that includes loving you; making sure you feel your best is only a small fraction of that.

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it eventually!

[goldemas1244]

Kastiya Mas Dating Headcanons!

(Note: Separate list from the initial headcanons post! He's got such a way to date I love him so much! @kikiwooo I love the attention you've given him so HAVE AT YOU!!!)

He's slightly problematic. I mean his parents and friends are all blown up so really he's got a lot of trust and attachment isues. Do take note.

Dating KM is a fun adventure no matter where he takes you! From kayaking to dinners, he has an extensive bucket list of places to go and you'll both love it!

If it's a more relaxed date he'll wear something formal. He likes dress-like outfits a lot. His favourite restaurants are shellout restaurants. The lobster is a must-have. He'll take you out to a restaurant on your first date, classic.

If it's an adventurous date he'll look like his normal nude self. He'll bring a fanny pack with him though. You can never go wrong with a few spare energy bars! He'll start out with the more chill ones of course, like walks in the park.

If he doesn't know where to go he'll ask you. Just make sure to tell him two days in advance, he has a very horrid sense of time.

If you want to Netflix and Chill well then that's all the more better! He gets an excuse to stay at home and show you the ungodly amount of media he's pirated. He's gonna put on the Pirates of the Carribean movies at least once.

He likes movies with strong orchestral soundtracks, but he's not against rom-coms. He has a collection of CDs with old-timey movies in them and he soaks them all up like a sponge. His favourite is My Fair Lady.

When he watches with you expect a lot of physical contact. He'll rest on your shoulder, hold your hand, snuggle up close to you, steal your nachos (he's allergic to popcorn), maybe even sleep on you if he's tired. He likes it when you wear cologne too.

When you take it to the bed, the first nights are always nice. Cute hugs and snuggles, spooning, AC on and blankets thick. He relishes in the warmth. He's a bit of a night owl though so you really should help him sleep earlier. He'll sleep with his back towards you before he gets more comfy and uses you as a stinky pillow instead.

Mating session! He's very inexperienced so do start out slow. He likes knowing he can trust you with the next step. Aftercare is always on his budget and he'll spare no expense to make sure you feel comfortable enough for bed.

But of course as time passes on things can get a little rougher. When he lets you take full control that's how you know you've truly sealed the deal. There is no way out except either a permanent relationship or first-degree murder. No going back now, he's letting you raw him. That's a privilege right there.

Bath time is usually solo. But the more comfortable he gets with you the more he'll let you get closer. Until eventually of course he'll stop using the shower curtains and shooing you out, altogether ending up sharing the same shower AND towel.

He likes to go out shopping too, but he usually window-shops. No, what I'm saying is, take him to a bakery. It's cheaper than a new shirt AND the bread's gone in three days or less. Make sure your wallet's loaded, he's a beast when it comes to chocolate buns.

Sick days are best spent alone. It's no good if both of you get sick. Screentime is limited. You'll have to help him manage his Twitch content. But if YOU'RE sick he'll spare no potato. He'll force feed you bread and chicken soup until you get better.

Gaming dates are always fun. You get to game together and boost both your accounts! He's not the swear-y type of person though and mostly watches his language on-cam.

He likes to give and receive trinkets. Little keychains, fancy lighters, you name it he'll buy it. He'll remember the most minute detail you've mentioned and then buy you it on your birthday.

Birthdays! Pizza party instead of cake, he hates icing. He likes being fed though so treat him like a prince.

If it's been a sad day make sure to be there for him. He doesn't want advice. He just wants to know you're there for him. And he'll treat you the same way. It'll take him a while to open up to you but once the tears start to flow it means he's begging you, praying you're not like the others. You've also got to be thick-skinned though. He's very violent when he's breaking down.

Your first kiss with him is also his first kiss. He loves it when your two lips meet. He'll want another one after the first one. And another one. And another one. And so on and so on. Until there's nothing left but kisses all over, may or may not escalate.

As a Kastiyan, his moral code is a... tad skewed. Meaning if you dare enrage him he will not hesitate to shut you down no matter how much he really truly loves you. So unless you're very good at fighting and calming him down, consider yourself dead. He'll stay indoors for a grieving period of about three months. You'll stay seven feet under for the rest of your life.

He doesn't understand social cues all that much so you should help him. He can act a bit childish at times so be patient with him. Don't tease him if he makes a mistake, he's got a sensitive heart.

He likes anybody really but he's more oriented towards men. He finds a strange sense of comfort in their tummies.

He has a tendency to bite. You. No chew toy can suffice the need to severely pin you down and rip off chunks of your flesh. It's a repressed instinct. So just... let him nom on you cutely. He won't go that rough usually. Usually.

He owns a pat cat who can run on two legs. No his house isn't haunted BUT IT SURE DOES FUCKIN FELINE IT. (Get it? Feline? Feel like? Wordplay? No okay I'll see myself out-)

If he suddenly asks you if you love him, that means he's starting to feel down. Hold him by the chin, look into his eyes, say clearly that you love him, and give him a hug. And maybe opt to book a psychiatric appointment for him.

He's terrified of losing you. So within a year or two of you two dating, he'll pull the ring on you. If you're not ready, he'll try next month. And so on and so on. He's lost so many people dear to him, so you'd better not be his latest (and probably last; who knows what he'll do to himself if he loses you...).

[daydreamingyuta]

Could I request for a fluff of bf jaehyun making his s/o jealous as a joke and s/o gets her revenge by making him jealous too? Hehe

Jealous | Jaehyun

Genre: romance, fluff

Paring: Boyfriend!Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 1700

A/N:  Hi! Thank you for requesting! I literally had so much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it! <3

Sitting on the couch and watching a movie with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, was a typical Friday night for the both of you. It gave you both a chance to finally relax and unwind at the end of a long week. This week, a new movie just came out on Netflix, in which your biggest celebrity crush plays a role in. Jaehyun is almost always down to watch anything, so he didn’t ask any questions before getting into the movie. But about five minutes in, he knew that they were the sole reason why you wanted to watch it.��

But as a good boyfriend, he’s totally fine with your little celebrity crushes and will watch or listen to anything they are in, as long as it means he gets to spend time with you. But an hour into the movie, he decides he can’t take it anymore. This movie might be the worst thing his eyes have ever had the disadvantage of seeing. 

“Y/n. This movie is so bad, can we please watch or do anything else?” Jaehyun says, pausing the movie and sitting up to look at you. 

“It’s not bad! You just haven’t given it a proper chance yet, it’s probably just about to get good.”

“We are an hour in!”

You don’t have anything to say to support your argument. You know it’s bad, and the only thing keeping your attention is how good they look. “Ok, It’s not their best movie.”

“No. And It’s good that you can admit that, that means we are making progress.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Ok but listen, what if I meet them one day and they ask me if I watched this movie? I obviously have to say yes so that means that we have to finish it babe.” You say with your best puppy dog eyes.

Your attempts at being cute makes Jaehyun laugh, which is not what you were going for, but he agrees to finish the movie so it’s fine. 

While the movie finished, Jaehyun’s mind wandered. You crushes have never been a problem with him. He’s not the insecure type but as he loses another hour of his life to bad cinema, he decides that it would be fun to give you a little taste of your own medicine as a joke. 

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When next Friday rolls around he tells you that he has a movie in mind for you two to watch. Throughout the week he has been subtly mentioning Vivienne Foster, an actress around his age that he finds attractive but has never really gave any mind to. Until he was trying to find the perfect person to make you jealous of for his little joke. 

The movie starts and you are pretty excited about it. It came out about a year ago and got good reviews, but you just never got around to actually watching it. About thirty minutes into the movie, Vivienne appears on the screen and immediately your mind starts connecting the dots, but you think your being silly because he isn’t the type to want to watch something based on who’s in it. 

You continue watching the movie until a scene come on where she is walking in slow motion in a tight black dress. You hear Jaehyun whisper next to you, “woah!” 

You pause the movie and look at him. “Woah? What do you mean woah??” You say, not really mad but confused because Jaehyun never acts like that. 

“Oh did I say that out loud?” He says with a smirk, seeing you jealous is surprisingly very entertaining for him. 

“Are you really trying to make me jealous? Because it’s not working.”

“Ok then let’s keep watching.”

“Ok.” You say as you cross your arms after you hit the play button. You couldn’t help yourself from looking over at Jaehyun every once in a while just to see his reactions. You knew he was playing a game but seeing him like this was making you feel some type of way. 

Eventually Jaehyun could tell that you were watching him more than the movie, so he stopped it. 

“Why’d you stop it? I was enjoying it.” You say, trying to be unbothered.

“Uh-huh, well even if my attempts at trying to make you jealous ‘failed’, I’m tired of pretending like I have eyes for any other person besides you.”

“Your sweet words won’t make me forget this Jaehyun.”

“Maybe these will?” He says as he pelts you with a thousand little kisses.

“No they won’t” You say giggling.

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You were actually going to let it go. It was just a little joke and he made it up to you the next day with flowers and some cupcakes from your favorite bakery. But then your ex texted you out of nowhere telling you that he’s in town and would love to catch up at ‘delight cafe’. The same cafe that Jaehyun goes to every weekday to get a cup of coffee. 

Who are you to say no to the perfect opportunity for revenge when it presents itself?

Jake was your second ever boyfriend from high school. You two ended things on good terms and have remained friends, which you’re really happy about because he’s a good person, just not your person. 

You had even introduced Jaehyun to Jake a while ago, but they didn’t exactly hit it off like you hoped they would. Jake just happens to be very touchy, he’s like that with everyone he knows, and of course, Jaehyun wasn’t too fond of that. It’s actually the only time you had ever seen him even a little bit jealous, which is why this is perfect. 

You text Jake and say that Tuesday is a good day for you to meet up. 

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At around eleven on Tuesday you start to head over to the delight cafe. Jake’s hotel is a not too far away but you are still able to get there first. You order an Americano and find the perfect table to sit at, where Jaehyun will notice you and Jake sitting there right away. 

A twinge of guilt washes over you as you wait for Jake to come. After all, his joke was not that serious, and you weren’t even mad, but it’s kinda too late to back out now. 

Jake arrives five minutes later and he comes over to you before he orders and gives you a hug. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in so long, you look great y/n!”

“Thank you, so do you!” 

He goes back towards the entrance so that he can order and when he comes back with his coffee, he sits directly in front of you. You two have the usual small talk of two old friends that haven’t seen each other in forever. 

“Hey, you know that tattoo design that I showed you when we were like sixteen?”

“Did you finally get it?”

“Well I changed it a bit but the basic outline is still the same. Do you want to see it?” Jake says as he raises the sleeve of his left arm. 

“You actually got it! It looks so good.” You say as you subconsciously reach over to his arm and start to lightly trace the tattoo while admiring it. 

You were so engrossed in his tattoo that you didn’t notice Jaehyun walk into the cafe. And you didn’t notice Jaehyun notice you sitting down, caressing another mans arm. And you also didn’t notice Jaehyun walk over to you until he was standing right beside you. 

His presence makes you to jump which causes you to fling your coffee right out of your hand, making a mess on the floor. 

“Hey babe.” Jaehyun says, clearly not happy.

“Hi Jae! I was just-” You were about to explain everything because this looks way worse than what you were intending. But then Jaehyun sits down next to you, puts his arm around you and gives you the biggest kiss that lasted way too long. He keeps his arm around you, gives you another quick kiss before finally acknowledging Jake with a simple nod. 

“Jaehyun right?” Jake says trying his best to diffuse a very awkward encounter. 

“Yeah, nice to see you again Jake. Is there a reason why my girlfriend had her hands all over you?”

“Oh! I was just showing off my tattoo.” Jake says while lifting up his sleeve again to show Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, he just nods, which is very unlike him. You had never seen Jaehyun like this and you really didn’t know how to act. Thinking about it now, you didn’t know what you were expecting to happen trying to make Jaehyun jealous but now all you wanted to do was get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

Luckily, Jake was thinking the exact same thing. He cleaned up your coffee for you, probably to busy himself, but when he was done, he came up with an excuse to leave. You knew his excuse was a complete lie but you were very thankful for it. Jaehyun watched Jake until he was completely out of sight. 

“Did I give you the reaction you were hoping for?” Jaehyun says smiling. 

“You knew what I was trying to do? Why did you have to make it so awkward?” You say playfully hitting Jaehyun. 

“You’re the one that created the situation. What was I supposed to do, feel up his biceps too?”

You can’t help but smile at him, “You didn’t have it all figured out right away, you were jealous for at least a few minutes.”

“Nah, I know how obsessed you are with me so I figured it out pretty quickly. Plus nobody could ever compare to me so I know there’s nothing to be jealous of.” 

“Nobody can compare to you?”

“No, and nobody can compare to you either ok? You’re my girl and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I know.” Jaehyun says matter-of-factly as he kisses you on your temple. 

“We should probably apologize to Jake.”

“He deserved it.”

“He didn’t do anything Jae!”

“I know, but I just don’t like him.”

[butterflyintochains]

Bubble Playoff Boredom

In which Elias is in Edmonton for the 2020 Bubble playoffs, and his girlfriend is bored out of her mind.

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Elias left yesterday for the return to play in Edmonton. He's been so bored over lockdown without being able to skate or play hockey, so she's glad he can get back to what he does best. Joanna, however, always had something to do. Studying, student union zoom meetings, the odd online chess tournament. They both have just moved into their first home together, a lovely condo roughly in between Rogers Arena and UBC, so have been constantly working on getting the place ship shape for their needs. Now, she's the one left at loose ends. Potentially two months without him, and unable to just hop in the car to visit her friends and family are going to fucking suck. Ever an early bird, Joanna is up at eight, and gets ready for her day. She eats her breakfast, and looks around the condo for anything that needs to be done. She hones in on the bookcase, and decides to rearrange it. Putting her university and non-fiction books on the bottom shelves, all arranged by author, and their novels closer to the top. She keeps the middle shelf for trinkets and pictures, as well as Elias' various hockey mementos. ''Much better.''

That takes her until just before lunch, she didn't know quite how many books she had until now. Next, she makes herself some lunch, and watches something on Netflix. Elias said he'd call her every night, so she has a bunch of time to kill. ''Right, what next?'' She says to herself. Eyeing up her knitting baskets, Joanna sorts through her projects, and places the finished ones in a separate basket. Her needles and crochet hooks are in a box in her desk drawer upstairs. Her unfinished projects are put in another basket, and she sorts her wools out, arranging them neatly into colours and types. She spends the rest of the day getting some of her projects finished, Elias' gloves for winter don't take long, neither do hers. A hat for her friend Jonathan is a quick finish as well, and goes in a special gift bag for him with Chelsea's scarf. Those take her until dinner. She eats, watches some tv, and goes to get ready for bed.

Finally, she gets her facetime with her boyfriend. She almost wants to cry at seeing him again. ''Hi, sweetheart, how are you?'' She asks, relaxing into her pillows. ''Bored senseless, alskling, you?'' Joanna sips her water. ''About the same, what did you do today? Surely there's something you guys can do, right?''

Elias says. ''Well; Brock, Thatch, Quinn, and I got a Mario Kart event going between ourselves. Finished that book you told me to read.'' She gave him her Dark Tower books by Stephen King for the bubble. ''Really? Did you like it?''

Elias nods, earnest as always. ''Yeah, I did. I'll crack open the next one tomorrow after training.'' He asks her, blue eyes sleepy. ''Now, what did you get up to today?''

Joanna says. ''Well, I sorted our bookcase out finally, and got my knitting stuff in order. My desk is a disaster, so that's tomorrow sorted.'' She pauses and sighs. ''I miss having you here, Lias, this place just doesn't feel like home without you.''

Elias sighs as well, running his free hand through his silver blond hair. ''I know, Anna, I know. Believe me, I'm no happier about this than you are. Just, try and sleep for me, okay?''

Joanna nods, swallowing past a tightening in her throat. ''Yeah, you too. I love you.''

Elias says. ''I love you too.'' They hang up, Joanna lies down, and almost forces herself to get some sleep.

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A couple of days pass, and the Canucks have begun their qualifying campaign against Minnesota with a 3-0 loss. Joanna notices the day after that they need some groceries. So, she makes herself a list on her phone. Essential stores are open now, so she'll be fine. Her first time out of the condo since Elias left for Alberta. She grabs her purse, and jumps in her car. She drives down to the store, and heads inside, it is unfairly hot today. The store is all but empty, only staff and a few other shoppers milling about. She swings by the produce section for more fruits and veggies, then grabs some chicken breast and smoked salmon. Next, the dairy aisle for more milk and yoghurt. In the hygiene section, she bumps into her best friend. ''Tessa, oh my God, you are a sight for sore eyes.''

Theresa laughs behind her tiger print mask. ''Bored at home alone, Anna?'' They chat while six feet apart, the two little girls who lived in each other's pockets for two decades. ''God, yeah, with Elias out of town, I'm just counting the days until he's home. Cup or no Cup.''

Theresa says, eyes crinkling with a hidden smile. ''Nate and I had a little wager on, twenty bucks to me if you got bored before qualifying, twenty bucks to him if it happened after. Looks like I won.'' Joanna adds some pads and moisturizer to her cart, along with some of her favourite lip balm. ''Looks like you did.''

Theresa says. ''Anyway, I should get going, I love you, bestie.'' Joanna says, being a touchy person during a pandemic isn't fun. ''Love you too, Tessa.''

Joanna swings by the bakery section for some bread and some of their favourite cookies. Then, she grabs some ice cream. She picks up some cleaning products, and goes to a self checkout.

Once home, she chucks her mask in the laundry, and washes her hands before putting everything away. Then, she finds a knitting pattern for a cute teddy bear, and begins working on it.

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The team go into August 6th having tied the series, and shutout the Wild 3-0, with Elias getting his first ever playoff goal! Joanna watches from home, having to dry her eyes all night. Her boyfriend's first playoff goal, and it was beautiful, and she couldn't see it in person. She quickly readies herself for bed, putting laundry on her to-do list for tomorrow, and jumps on facetime with Elias, who looks radiant. To add to the unfairness, his beard is coming in! Fuck you, Covid. Joanna groans. ''Hey, beautiful, did you see it?'' Elias asks, sounding justly proud of himself.

Joanna laughs, and says. ''Oh, I saw it, darling. I continue to be so proud of you, you know? Here's to many more.'' Elias chuckles, the same way he does when she tells him a joke. ''Your lips to God's ear, alskling.'' He takes a minute to scan her face, he knows her too well by now, when the calm sea hides a tsunami. ''Anna, are you okay? You look like you've been crying.''

Joanna purses her lips. ''Yeah, I'm just happy for you, love, that's all.'' He cocks an eyebrow. ''Anna, please, just tell me. It's okay, Quinn's asleep, it's just us.''

Joanna confesses, because he always knows how to unravel her. ''I'm just... pissed off. You scored, and it was amazing. But, here I am, stuck watching you from home. I pictured you finding me in the stands and blowing me a kiss after your first playoff goal.'' She pauses to collect herself. ''I know it's for safety, and people are dying, but, that's what I pictured.''

Elias sighs, and looks emotional himself. ''I know you did, so did I. Tell you what? That's my celly for my next goal, I'll find a camera, and kiss your rose pendant you gave me.''

Joanna beams at him, what stars aligned to give him to her? ''Sounds good to me.'' They say their goodnights, and hang up.

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That gameday would come against the defending champions - St Louis. Game one of the best of seven. Joanna finishes a deep clean of the house brought about my nerves, but she doesn't miss the start of the game. Bo and Perron score in the first to hold things level at one goal apiece. Early in the second period, however, Elias hammers it to the back of the net, beating out Binnington with grace. He finds a camera close to the net, fishes the rose pendant out from his jersey, and presses a kiss to it for her. Elias mouths to the camera. ''I love you.''

Joanna, barely fighting tears, says. ''I love you too.'' Her phone rings, her dad. ''Hi, daddy, what's up?'' She sniffles.

Her dad asks. ''Was that for you, princess? That celly? Your mom thinks it was.'' Her parents got her the rose necklace for her fifteenth birthday, and she's only ever removed it to give it to Elias before he left for Alberta.

Joanna gleefully says. ''Yeah, dad, it was. I know we're still so young, dad, but he's it for me.'' She watches as Schwartz levels it up again. Her dad chuckles down the line. ''I think so too, princess.'' They talk for a bit, and hang up.

Troy, Bo, and JT lead the team to the win. As Joanna is readying for bed, she gets a text from Elias.

Beloved: Grab your laptop, I have an idea.

She smirks to herself, and replies.

Joanna Rose: Okay. 💓

They facetime each other to sleep that night. Talking about the game, his goal celebration, and the series to come.

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The series trundles along nicely, it's tied by the 18th. Joanna decides to go for an early morning run that day, and showers once she's home. Things are a bit more bearable now that they have the routines down, but coming home to an empty condo is still depressing. Her younger siblings are locked down with her parents at the manor, her older siblings have their partners. Her friends are all living with their partners by now too. She finishes eating breakfast, and works on her teddy bear again. All it needs now is the finishing touches. She sews on some buttons for eyes and a nose, and knits a little bowtie from soft pink wool. Her niece's knitted duck plushie was a hit, Rose never sleeps without it according to Edward and Cassandra. But, this one will be staying here. She may be 21, but she is terribly touch starved.

After lunch, she plays some chess online against some other players, her elo is up to 1200 now, it was a bit higher when she was competing as a teenager. She was even competing against the boys, and winning most of her matches. None of her boys have ever beaten her, and only Elias came close, mostly because he kissed her mid-move to confuse her. And, there it is again, that ache in her heart. That ache that feels so good but so bad all at once. She breathes it in, and lets it go on the exhale, he'll be home soon enough, Cup or no Cup.

After dinner, she fills up the bird feeders she's hung on their balcony. Loading them with seeds, nuts, and dried berries for the little songbirds that come around here. She also fills the hummingbird feeder with fructose water. Joanna heads inside to fetch her book, and reads the evening away.

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The Canucks take a 5-2 series lead over the Blues with a beautiful 4-3 win on the 19th. And, win the series two days later in a beatdown 6-2 game, knocking the defending champions out. Now, they face Vegas. The day before that series begins, Joanna comes onto her period. Always later in the month, so she runs to the store to stock up. Something she could usually ask Elias to do, but he's not here. Her back is killing her by the time she gets home. So, after washing up and binning her mask, she crashes on the couch with some cookies, tea, and Downton Abbey - always a comfort show for her. Life must have been similar for her family back then, an old money family needing to adapt to an evolving world. She's always wondered what her great-grandparents and their parents must have been experiencing. But, she'd say they've adapted pretty well.

She has her laptop facetime in bed with Elias that night. He looks so excited to have won the St Louis series, and a bit tired from training today as well. ''How are you guys holding up?'' She asks him.

Elias yawns. ''I think we're okay, Rouss has been getting extra physio, so has Motter. but, We're doing good, so far. How are you? It'll be that time of the month, won't it?''

Joanna smiles, placing a hand on her lower abdomen to calm a cramp down. ''Yeah, it started literally today.''

Elias tells her. ''The boys miss you too, Quinn and Brock especially.'' Joanna sniffles, hoping it's just her hormones acting up. ''I miss them too, it's so weird not having the gang together.''

Elias hums. ''I know, and we won't be able to have them over until at least next year too, with the way things are looking.'' Joanna gives her boyfriend a tired smile. ''At least we'll be back together.'' Elias nods, and yawns again. ''At least there's that, yeah. I love you, I'll see you soon.''

Joanna says, resting her head. ''I love you too, see you soon.'' They fall asleep on facetime again.

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UBC sends Joanna some materials for junior year of her degree the day after the Canucks get shutout 5-0 by Vegas. The files get saved to her laptop, and the books go on the lower shelves of their bookcase. Still no real news on how semester is going to work yet, the dean and the board are working closely with the provincial government to evaluate things, and should be issuing an email to the student body in a couple of days. She's just fine to study from home, it's union meetings she's worried about. Online meetings sometimes give people excuses not to attend. The orcas right the ship the following day, winning 5-2 with yet another goal from Elias. The next day, Joanna is up early for some yoga before breakfast, and heads out to the store quickly. She spends the afternoon reading over her course materials, classes will be online until after christmas it appears.

Joanna watches some tennis highlights while she makes herself some spaghetti for dinner. Tennis is also back behind closed doors, and the sound of it is amazing, the ball is so much louder with the empty stadium. She's played to very few people on various ocassions, mostly in high school, and the sound is so familiar. She eats while watching tennis, and goes to bed at ten like she always does. She and Elias fall asleep together over zoom again, not knowing when they'll be back in the same bed together.

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Vegas win two in a row to take the series lead over the coming days, Marc-Andre Fleury standing on his head in game four. Joanna spends the day of the 31st of August baking, muffins and cookies are in the oven, and she tidies up after setting a timer. There should be enough there for at least a week. She also goes over some notes for a Student Union meeting for the 9th of September, their first of the new year.

While she's cleaning up the living room, the timer dings, and she takes her muffins and cookies out of the oven to cool off. Everything is baked all the way through. She gets a call from her friend Genevieve. ''Hi, Genna, how are you?''

Genevieve says. ''Hi, Anna. I'm good, Natalia is bored out of her mind, we both are. She misses her soccer, and I miss my lacrosse. How are you, it's been what? Three weeks since Elias left?'' Joanna smiles sadly, her heart aching at hearing about her friends having each other through this. Genna and Nat are a sports couple UBC relies on for results. ''Yeah, it's been rough. This condo just doesn't feel like home without him, can I confess something to you?''

Genevieve says. ''Always, go ahead.''

Joanna fiddles with he hem of her dress. ''I don't care about that Cup, I just want my boyfriend home however he gets here.'' Genevieve says, an athlete herself. ''I know, I've felt that for you, girlie, his place is with you, Cup or no Cup.''

Her boys fight like orcas should the following day. Beating Vegas 2-1 with goals from both Brock and Elias. Then, do it all over again to level the series a dominant 4-0 shutout from Thatcher with the offense firing on all cylinders.

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It's the following day, while she's cracking on with the first load of coursework for junior year, that the news reaches her that the boys will need to isolate for ten days upon return home whenever that is. She rolls her eyes, and accepts the news, it's for the best. At least Elias will be back in BC. They'll also need to return two negative Covid tests. She'll need to return one for Elias to return home. She takes her deep breath again, and gets back on with her work. She'd love to see her boyfriend lift that cup, she knows better than anyone does how much that weighs on this city. How 1994 and 2011 plague this team. But, the selfish part of her just wants him home now. Road trips are bearable, but this has been uniquely painful.

Joanna stops for a lunch hour, which she takes on the balcony, and goes to get back on with her work until four pm. She makes herself a small fish curry, something her friend on the union, Rajeev, turned her on to ages ago. It's since become one of her favourite dinners, she's tweaked his recipe to add salmon instead of haddock.

That night, in bed, she jumps on zoom as usual, and gets cozy. Elias looks just exhausted from it all, she's pretty tired herself right now. ''Hi, sweetheart, how are you holding up?'' She asks him.

Elias slowly blinks a few times, like a cat would, if only to keep himself awake. ''Hanging in there, how are you doing, beautiful?'' Joanna yawns, twirling the end of her braid around her finger. ''Getting back to university work, but looking forward to having you home.''

Elias also yawns, running a hand through his hair. ''I'm looking forward to being home, Quinn's a great room-mate, wouldn't trade him for anyone. But, that is our bed you're sleeping alone in, know what I mean?'' Joanna nods, putting her head down, she knows exactly what he means. ''Yeah, I do.'' The conversation trails off from there, until both fall into sleep together.

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Game seven is a washout, the Canucks are eliminated 3-0 in a shutout from Robin Lehner. Ending their run in the second round, a good showing all things considered, and no one in the bubble got sick, which is nothing short of a miracle. So, the Canucks must clear out the following day, and fly home to BC. Then, the ten day isolation begins. Joanna receives a text from Elias on day five of BC isolation while she's working.

Beloved: Took my test today, all clear!

She smiles, clicking her pen a few times, and replies.

Joanna Rose: Great! Do you know when I should take my test?

He must be texting management, because his answer takes a few moments to come through.

Beloved: Day nine, same as us.

She nods, and makes a note on a pink post-it.

Joanna Rose: Cool, I guess I'll see you soon! 🌹

He replies quickly.

Beloved: See you soon! 💙

Five more days! Five! And, she can have her boyfriend back from hockey for a while. Still no news on next season, by rights it should start in october, next month, but she can't see that happening.

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Day nine comes, and she takes her Covid test after dinner. The sting in her nose and throat is the most uncomfortable thing she's probably ever felt. This must be what taking a pregnancy test feels like, she thinks as she washes her hands. The test is done, and thankfully negative. She bins it, and texts Elias.

Joanna Rose: Took my test, negative!

Elias texts her back.

Beloved: Also negative!

She's so excited to hear that news, one more day then.

Joanna Rose: When are you being released?

Elias takes a moment to answer her this time, probably just checking with Benning.

Beloved: Tomorrow evening, just after dinner.

That's gonna be an agonizingly long day. She replies.

Joanna Rose: Cool, I'll be up. See you tomorrow!

He replies, seeming excited too.

Beloved: See you tomorrow!

Finally, she's getting him back, these past few weeks have sucked being here in their home without him.

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She's up early to tidy the condo the next day, there isn't much to do, but she wants the place to look neat for Elias returning home. Once that's done, which takes her through a lunch break, she gets on with some homework while listening to some music. That takes her until dinner, the hours feeling like years all of a sudden. She eats a quick bowl of pasta with some fruit juice, then, she waits. Half-watching something on Netflix until she hears the familiar sound of a car outside, and footsteps on the stairs. The door clicks open and closed, Joanna springs up, and bolts through to the foyer to greet him. Elias laughs behind his team mask, and says. ''Hang on, I just need to wash up.''

He washes his hands, and chucks his mask in the laundry. Then, at long last, he can sweep her into his arms for real. He holds her close, and breathes her in, he's home, at long last, he's home. Joanna also inhales his scent, savouring the feel of him in her arms again. Her friends can never understand how this feels, her family can't either. This feeling is all theirs. ''I've missed you so fucking much, alskling.'' Elias says.

Joanna sniffles, overcome by it all. ''I've missed you too, darling.'' Finally, they kiss, brought back together after far too long apart. This is the best feeling on earth, it must be.

Joanna gets the kettle on, and makes them tea with her cookies. And, finally back together in their home, they talk late into the night like they always do.

[thewickedkat]

i have been tagged

@vcaudley tagged me and i am just now getting round to this, apologies!

A scent you love: - sandalwood. i could be in the saltiest, shittiest, most tin-foil-chewing mood and upon smelling this, i would relax from grievous homicide to involuntary manslaughter. which is a very tortured metaphor but it's a weird day for me. suffice to say i love sandalwood.

What's something you're looking forward to this week? - i would dearly love to write this weekend. been wanting to actually get something actualised before the weather starts thinking of hoodies and pumpkin spice lattes. also i need to go to the library because i need new music; mine's getting rather stale.

What's a book you're currently reading? - i am so very sorry to say that i have not read an actual book in *mumblemumble* amount of time. a few years back i had sort of run dry on books that i was enjoying, and my tastes changed; i dove into fanfic and haven't really looked back since. it is still scratching that itch that i can't really describe. to be quite honest i think the last book-book i read was the latest Dresden Files instalment--and before anyone comes for me, yes, i am quite aware of Butcher's...uh. writing tells, let's call them. man's become a pastiche of himself, tell the truth.

What's a game you're currently playing? - The Outer Worlds, for, like, the fifth time. love Parvati; that woman can do no wrong in my eyes. tried doing a Board-bootlicker run a while back and then she looked at me all disappointed and my contrition knew no end. and i adore Felix wholeheartedly because that Labrador of a boy is the purest of heart and dumbest of ass and he makes me smile. ...also, i'm just killing time until next week when i can get my narsty little gremlin hands on Baldur's Gate 3.

What's the most recent movie you watched? - Nimona. if you haven't seen it, drop what you're doing and watch it immediately. now. go. why are you still sitting there? go watch it! okay, no, seriously--why aren't more films made like this? it doesn't talk down to kids or families (or anyone else for that matter), it is wholly unashamed of its emotions and finds joy in showing them (even the messier ones), the art is beautiful and vibrant and isn't half-arsed and crap CGI stitched with hand-drawn; it has a fantastic message, and when Ballister said 'I see you, Nimona,' i sat here and fucking bawled.

Are you watching anything on TV or listening to any shows? - i recently finished S3 of The Witcher on Netflix, and...well, i think i'd have to watch again to really start to pick at it and why it didn't particularly vibe for me (the nonsense with Radovid and Jaskier aside; i mean...Radovid? really? blech). i haven't read the books but i am familiar with the lore, but the writing seems to be so uncertain of itself this season, all over the place and muddled. and with production on pause (not just for TWN, obviously), i'm more than a little uncertain of Liam Hemsworth's stepping into the very big boots Cavill's leaving behind. the bar has been set pretty high; i'd say this of any actor, frankly. as for podcasts, i am sooooooo far behind on listening that i think i would have to start many over. i had been listening to Bahumia Two: Electric Boogaloo on NADDPod but that was months ago. my problem is that i have to be in the mindset to listen to pods (side effect of the ADHD), and right now the mindset is 'put on youtube vids or Japanese lo-fi and read fic in your downtime.' how long this will last is anyone's guess.

Favourite season? - autumn, by far. and i don't mean the soft Pinterest moodboard aesthetic type; i mean the frost upon the windowpane when you wake up in the morning but you don't turn the heat on yet because by noon it'll have warmed up enough kind. i mean the mixing of baking bread, strong coffee, herbal tea and the faintest whiff of cigarette smoke. the knowledge that the wind is just on the edge of turning biting and that its teeth will only grow sharper in a month; when you swap out your summer clothes for woolen blankets and soft pants; when you dig out the thicker yarns and the puzzles and rearrange your spooky house bric-a-brac to take pride of place. that kind of autumn.

What's something you've learned recently? - i have learnt factoids and things that would serve me well at pub trivia, but nothing that would serve to make an interesting infodump. not really. all the stuff i infodump about lately is fandom-adjacent and makes my husband's eyes glaze over.

Have you had any water lately? - yes! i drink water on the regular, interspersed with Baja Blast since summer is hanging on by a thread.

i'll support anyone who wants to do this but specifically tag @gadzooie @deacons-wig @totally-not-deacon @wildwildwasteland but no pressure if this isn't your bag!

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; prequel to this post)

It was late at night when Angelina had her epiphany; Croissant remembered it as if it was yesterday, because it had, in fact, been the night before when it happened. They’d just gotten back from a late-night delivery, handling a package for one of Penguin’s more gregarious customers, and as they usually did when a job went long or started after dark, they’d walked up to Croissant’s dorm to watch late-night reruns of old vigilante shows - you know, good guy fighting the villain of the week sort of stuff, nothing fancy. OrigiKnight had managed to capture the heroine’s best friend, and it was up to the high-flying AeroGirl to make sure that dastardly devil’s malicious machinations rotted on the vine rather than coming to fruition.

In other words, the fight was coming on, and the Vulpo’s eyes lit up as soon as AeroGirl appeared on-screen. “Ahh, she’s so cute! I love her outfit so much, you know?”

“Yeh, I do, too.” The Forte had her hand in their shared bowl of popcorn (a job perk courtesy of being Dur-Nar’s inside man) and likewise was focused on the arrival of the protagonist. “Ya ever stop ta wond’r why all ta gals in these thin’s dress like they gonna go clubbin’ after clubbin’ the baddie?”

“I mean, not really. After combat missions, I basically do the same thing - take a shower, change into something comfortable, and crash on the couch. Man, she is just letting him have it, huh?”

Croissant chuckled. “She fights like you, don’t she?”

“You think so?” She cocked her head. “I mean, she floats and uses offensive Oripathy, I guess. Oh, man, her friend’s cute, too!”

“Ya said that ‘bout ev’ry girl we’ve seen tonight, Angie.”

Angelina giggled. “I have n- wait, you’re right.”

“Her friend kinda ‘minds me of me, actu’ly.” The Forte smirked. “Rack’s better than mine, tho’.”

“...I think I’m a lesbian.”

She nodded. “Ye, I fig’red as much.”

“You did? Huh.” The Vulpo thought for a moment before turning to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“‘Cuz it’s not mah place ta. Took me joinin’ Penguin to fig’r it out m’self.”

 “...Huh. I uh...I think I’m gonna call it a night. Got some things I need to think about.”

Croissant shrugged. “Ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. Have a g’night, Angie.”

“Yeah, yeah…’Night, Croissant.” Once she’d left the dorm and closed the door, Angelina sped away to her room. ‘How do I ask her, though? Like, I can’t just...can I? Urgh, why’s this hard...’

-- -- -- -- --

“Mornin’, Angie!” The Forte smiled as the Vulpo met her at the PL office.

She blushed. “Morning, Croissant. Um, do we have a job today?”

“Nah, Boss says ta take a break t’day. Why, got some’in ya wanna do?” Croissant leaned forward. “Hey, are ya feelin’ alright?”

“Yeah, just kinda nervous.”

She chuckled. “Nerv’s ‘bout what?”

“Well…” Angelina brushed her bangs aside. “When you realized you liked girls, was it one girl in particular?”

“Nah, na’ really. Just kinda watched the girls be ‘mselves, had a couple chats, ‘membered wan’in to ask out this one gal when I was a kid, and it all just sorta clicked.”

The Vulpo nodded. “Gotcha. Do you want to get some coffee?”

“If ya mean one of them frappe things they got in Victoria, sure!” Croissant started walking that direction. “You payin’, or can I treat ya?”

“I’ll pay - you can next time, if you want.”

The Forte shrugged. “A’ight, if you wanna...Hey, Angie?”

“Yeah?” She was walking with her feet a few centimeters off the floor. “Something up?”

“Just so ya know, I dun...I dunno how this song and dance goes.”

Angie twirled around so she was floating on her back, facing Croissant. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” She blushed. “I didn’ misread the signs, did I? This is one of them coffee dates, right?”

“Heh...Yeah.”

Croissant chuckled. “Ya know I woulda said yes, right?”

“Not really?” The Vulpo spun back around and offered her a hand. “Here, I wanna show you something.”

“Sure, but what d’ya mean- whoa!” The Forte was now also floating off the ground, which she had to admit was...magical, if she had to pick one word. A lil’ scary, if she had more.

Angelina squeezed her hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you! You were saying?”

“Ya know I woulda said yes, right?” Croissant, trusting her date to guide them along, focused her gaze on her instead. “Why hover ‘round the quest’n?”

“I...I didn’t want to assume I was your type? Or something like that? I dunno, you’re the first person I’ve wanted to...you know...”

She wasn’t quite sure. “Wanted to date?”

“A bit more than that.” Her face now nicely matched her headband. “I uh...I left early last night because I, um...”

“Aw, shucks, I get the picture. Ya don’t gotta hem and haw over it.”

She sighed. “You do?”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it.” The Forte watched the coffee shop go by. “Hey, Angie, I think that was our stop.”

“Do you, um...Do you mind a change of plans?”

Croissant recognized the hallway. “We headin’ to my place?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind?” Angie blushed. “I was thinking about it, and I wanna watch a movie with you...I’m more of a cuddler than a restaurant lover.”

“How d’ya fig’r?”

The Vulpo patted her phone pocket. “Personality quizzes. LOTS of them. I’m a top, too, apparently.”

“A top?” Croissant blinked. “Top of what?”

“...We’ll, uh, get to that later.”

[likeahorribledream]

Missing Piece

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Beefy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: no beta reader, fluff, touch starved bucky

Notes at the end

You kept reading his last message over and over again and you were torn between wanting to believe that he really did need you to be able to sleep and knowing he probably couldn’t fall asleep because you woke up late.

Bucky was a big man. He was tall and he was muscular, on top of being really hot all the time. It was easy to notice him not being around. He was much heavier than you and when he held you or slept on you, it grounded you. You had heard about how the weighted blankets helped most people to fall asleep and if sleeping with a weighted blanket was even a quarter of how you felt sleeping with Bucky around your body, you totally understood the appeal.

It was harder to notice when you weren’t there. You were smaller than him, skinnier than him and you were cold all. the. time. There was nothing comforting about you. As much as you would love for him to need you, just as much as you needed him, he could hold a pillow and he probably wouldn't see a difference.

You picked up your phone and started typing.

It’s barely been 12 hours Bucky, you probably can’t sleep because we woke up late and not because you miss me.

You sighed and quickly sent another text.

Just close your eyes and relax, it’ll come to you.

The moment your messages had been sent, it said that they had been read. Either he fell asleep with his screen still open on their conversation or he had been waiting for your answer.

You waited a few minutes, Bucky never answered. It was now clear that he fell asleep and forgot to turn off his phone. Your heart clenched a little bit. Of course, you knew he didn’t miss you but a girl could dream, right?

You let go of your phone and brought your attention back to your laptop screen to finish the movie you had just barely started.

Once that movie was over, you decided to browse through Netflix and settle on starting a new series, you were wide awake and trying to sleep was too frustrating, you decided to give up.

It was 2:30 AM when your phone lit up again. You frowned. Who the hell could still be awake at this time?

Nope. Still wide awake.

You groaned. ‘’Come on.’’ You muttered under your breath. It was more for yourself than for Bucky, you were annoyed with your brain for getting hopeful at everything he said.

Because that’s exactly what that message did to you. It made you hopeful that maybe he felt the same way you did.

Your phone lit up again and this time, the message caused heat to rush to your neck and cheeks.

See? I really do miss you. I need you.

Your resolve was quickly fading and you didn’t know what to do anymore. You got out of bed and started pacing.

‘’Screw it.’’

You shut the lid of your laptop and walked out of your room. You closed the door behind you and started walking as you hoped not to run into anyone dressed like you were currently.

Most girls liked to sleep in cute pjs, matching sets that made them look like freaking gorgeous creatures no matter what time it was but you weren’t one of them. You liked to be comfy and rarely took the time to look at yourself not really caring because, who’s gonna see you in them anyway? You had one set that looked very cute that you wore whenever it was movie night but you never slept in it.

Walking down the hallway, you realized you probably should have put that set on, instead of the tank top, sweats and socks you were currently wearing.

Bucky’s room was on the same floor as yours, but it was on the other side completely; per his request. He had woken up to his own screams too many times, he didn’t want to wake up anybody else. He made sure to be as far away as possible.

You finally reached his door and your heart started thumping in your chest as your brain finally registered what you were doing.

You raised your hand and knocked very softly, with his super soldier hearing it didn’t need to be obnoxiously loud. Especially not at this hour.

If he doesn’t open the door in the next 30 seconds, I’m running back to my room. You thought as you waited.

It took half that time for Bucky to open his door. You smiled shyly, he looked surprised to see you there.

‘’Is it ok if I’m here? I can go if you don’t want me here.’’ You pointed over your shoulder to where you had just come from.

He shook his head and stepped aside, opening the door wider to let you come in.

You looked around curiously. This was the first time you’d seen his room since you had helped Steve put furniture before Bucky moved in.

Bucky closed the door behind you, gently to not make too much noise. It was the middle of the night after all and he wasn’t the only one in the compound with enhanced hearing. The soft light coming from the hallway completely disappeared and the inside of the room was now completely dark.

You stood in the middle of his room, not really sure of what to do or what to say. You hadn’t thought this through.

You turned around to face Bucky, your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and you were able to see a little bit more. He stood with his back to the door, looking straight at you.

He hadn’t said a word or moved a muscle since closing the door. Somehow, he looked bigger in the dark and more intimidating. Or maybe it was just because you were nervous.

He finally moved, walking towards you then stopped a few steps away from you. He reached out to you with his hand, gently grabbing the front of your tank top; the part covering your stomach and, still gently and slowly, pulled you towards him.

‘’C’m here baby doll.’’ He whispered.

You followed the movement of his hand and only stopped when there was no more space between you. He let go of your top, the same hand making its way to your back to wrap his arm around your waist. He did the same thing with his other arm and then lifted you from the ground. He hugged you tightly against his chest, his eyes never leaving yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back with the same strong grip, breaking eye contact as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

After a minute, he loosened his arms and gently put you down, but he didn’t let go. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. Breathing you in, he felt calm again. You noticed that his hair was being held back by the tiniest, cutest little bun you had ever seen.

Bucky really had missed you. He spent the entire day sulking in his room, hating himself for ruining everything. When he was with you he felt calm, at peace. He didn’t feel judged and you never treated him like he was about to break, though he knew you’d be there for him if he did. You made him feel like Bucky Barnes and not like the Winter Soldier. You weren’t scared to be alone in a room with him, you even seem to enjoy being alone with him. You trusted him enough to let him sleep in your bed and touch you, even with his left arm. It was almost overwhelming how normal he felt when he was with you. He was falling too fast, too soon but he couldn’t stop himself, not that he wanted to, he felt whole when you were with him. He started feeling this way a few weeks after he had moved in, when he was still following Steve around and he was able to get to know you. He mostly listened to you talk and every day when he woke up, he looked forward to seeing you. The feelings intensified over the last week, especially last night when he opened himself up to you.

He thought he was going to combust from the heat he felt under your touch. It felt like his whole body came alive. Though at first it was a lot, after a few minutes touching his cheek wasn’t enough anymore for him. He wanted more, he needed more. As if you could read his mind in that moment, you moved to lay down and invited him to do the same as you held him. He had never felt more at home in his entire life, even before the war.

He felt vulnerable, almost ashamed when he texted you over and over again while you ignored him. He still doesn’t know where he found the courage to admit he missed you and couldn’t sleep without you, it probably came from the fact that you couldn’t see him.

He’s not proud to admit that when you finally answered, he almost felt like crying when he read what you had written. Why didn’t you believe him? Was it because you didn’t want to see him anymore or that you just thought he was messing with you. He heard men did that a lot with women now, playing with their emotions. He hated the thought that you might be thinking he was one of them.

He truly couldn’t sleep without you. He wanted to hold you and feel you against him. Being much bigger than you made it so that he covered most of his body with you, he felt like he was protecting you and he loved that feeling. He loved even more that you were letting him do it.

He waited hours before texting you again. Hours he spent looking up at the ceiling, well aware that sleeping would be impossible.

He didn’t like feeling weak and vulnerable but he hated even more that you weren’t answering him or that you weren’t anywhere near him. He yearned for you and it scared the hell out of him.

He was fearless, except when it came to you.

He decided to swallow his pride and tried texting you one more time. If you didn’t answer this time, he would stop. At least try to stop. His heart sank in his chest when 5 minutes went by and you still hadn’t answered. He remembered Steve telling him that there was a way to delete messages from a conversation but he couldn’t remember how to do it. He tried tapping around on his screen, trying to save himself the embarrassment of you seeing how needy he was being. You still hadn’t read his messages, if he could just figure out how to delete the damn things.

Then, he heard a knock. It was so soft that for a second he thought he might have imagined it. He looked up from his phone and saw a shadow standing in front of his door. He got out of bed, cursing under his breath that if it was Steve he would kick his ass. Simply for not being you.

But it was you. His mouth was suddenly very dry and he had this weird feeling in his chest, it felt like his heart dropped but also like it went up as it fluttered.

Bucky was scared to ask if you were there to see him or to tell him to stop texting you. Thankfully you spoke before he had to. He didn’t trust his voice enough to talk so he let his body do the talking. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or even scared so he waited a few minutes to see what you were going to do or what you were going to say; but you just stood still, looking back at him.

Too much time had gone by that he wasn’t able to touch you and he couldn’t resist anymore. Finding his confidence back, he crossed the room and pulled you against him. He finally felt like he could breathe again.

With his forehead still resting on yours, Bucky opened his eyes again. His right hand left your waist to cradle the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

You shook your head as best as you could with the position you were in.

‘’No.’’ You were whispering too, back in your little bubble. ‘’You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten mad when you flinched, I know it’ll take time before you’re fully comfortable with people being close to you.’’

He tangled his fingers in your hair, slowly massaging your head with the tip of his fingers.

‘’That’s not it. I-’’ He paused for a second, wanting to explain himself correctly. He wasn’t the best with words and the last thing he wanted was to cause a fight. ‘’You changed. I thought you didn’t want me around anymore. When I flinched it’s because I thought you were gonna get mad.’’

You frowned, slightly confused.

‘’I changed?’’

‘’Yeah… Before we went to breakfast. You were happy then suddenly you were distant.’’

Your eyes opened wider at the sudden realization. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously.

‘’I- No.’’ You let out a small laugh, something that happened often when you were nervous. ‘’I just thought that maybe it was a one time thing and that you… That you didn’t need me anymore.’’

Bucky narrowed his eyes, looking more intently at you.

‘’So, what you’re telling me is that we avoided each other because we both thought the other one was done and wanted to go back to the way things were?’’ He asked.

You started laughing. ‘’I guess so.’’ You dropped your head to rest against his shoulder as you kept laughing.

Bucky laughed with you and rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe how both of you were such dummies.

‘’We’re the worst.’’ You mumbled against his shoulder.

‘’We most definitely are.’’ He agreed.

He let his hand slide down your neck to rest on your back, bringing you slightly closer to him. He lowered his head, resting his cheek on your temple.

‘’I need you, baby I need you so much, I’m not going anywhere.’’ He whispered against your ear.

It was a good thing that he had been holding you so tightly as you felt your knees buckle slightly at his words.

You were in awe of how much Bucky changed over the past 48 hours. Two days ago, you couldn't get too close without making him flinch and now he held you so closely you could count his eyelashes. Something has definitely shifted between the two of you. You weren't sure what exactly, but you loved it.

"Maybe we should try to get some sleep now." You suggested.

"As long as it's together."

You chuckled. You both knew there was no way you'd leave his room now. He let go of you and took a step back to look at you. He lifted his hand and pointed to his bathroom.

"You better go now because I plan on sleeping in." He teased.

"I'll be fine." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"You sure?" He raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't believe me I can go back to my room, so I don't wake you up in the morning…" You said innocently as you started to move toward his bedroom door.

Bucky was standing between you and the door, you'd never reach it. He moved quickly towards you and grabbed you on the back of your thighs, lifting you off the floor as he moved you both to his bed.

"Not a chance in hell baby doll." He dropped you gently on his bed as you laughed.

You moved on his bed to lift the covers and slide under them as he did the same. You laid on your back, settling in his pillows trying to get comfortable.

Bucky crawled on top of you, his hands on either side of you to keep himself up.

"May I help you, sir?" You laughed, confused as to what he was doing.

He shook his head and lowered himself until he laid on top of you, his head resting between your collar bone.

"Just making sure you aren't going anywhere."

You shook your head, a small smile lingering on your lips.

"Am I crushing you?" Lifting his head to look at you.

"Not at all. You're lighter than you look."

Bucky gasped.

"Did you just tell me I looked heavy?"

"Whaaaat? No. I'd neeeever."

He smirked.

"You look all innocent and sweet but there's a little devil hiding somewhere in there." He gestured to your head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You answered, feigning innocence.

He raised himself up and kissed your cheek. He lowered himself back to the way he was and you let him settle his torso between your legs to be more comfortable.

Both your arms rested to your side, finally started to feel sleepy.

"Baby?" Bucky whispered.

"Mmmh?"

"Can you… Your arms…" He hesitated, not really saying what he wanted.

You didn't need him to.

"Sorry." You apologized, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He moved up, just enough to be able to rest his head against your neck and closed his eyes.

It didn't take long before you were both completely asleep. Feeling whole again.

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