#if anyone sees a missing song PLEASE let me Know I went out of order and confused the FUCK OUTTa myself

[foxgloveinspace]

What each sleep token song is about ‘according’ to my new theory:

(Under a readmore cause there’s a lot of songs you know)

Everything has an overarching Theme of Worship, and most songs in the Isolation and Insomnia category can be swapped (because the two go hand in hand to me: being alone at night when it’s dark and the rest of the world is sleeping away from you. Being alone in a dark room with only your phone light as company. Insomnia is lonely) but I separated them based on how I view them, and some songs are Just About Worship, so that’s why there’s so few in that category:

Songs About Sex:

• Thread the Needle • Jaws • The Offering • Sugar • Mine • Alkaline • Give • The Summoning • Telomeres • Aqua Regia • Rain •

Songs about Isolation:

• Levitate • Fields Of Elation • The Way That You Where • Shelter • Gods • Like That • High Water • Missing Limbs • Is It Really You? • Say That You Will • Blood Sport • Higher • Descending • DYWTYLM • Are You Really Ok? •

Songs about Insomnia:

• The Night Does Not Belong To God • Dark Signs • Drag Me Under • Atlantic • Distraction • Fall For Me • Chokehold • Granite • Vore • Ascentionism •

Songs about Worship:

• Hypnosis • When The Bough Breaks • Take Aim • The Love That You Want •

Overlapping Themes:

Sex, Worship and Isolation (really putting in the work Two):

• Calcutta • Nazareth • Jericho •

Sex and Insomnia:

• The Apparition •

[laylaysdelusions]

My silver dress and your kisses

(Pazzi x reader)

A/n: ok guys this is a long one! It’s 1500+ words of a slutty mess<3

You adjust your spaghetti strap of your dress and spritz your vanilla perfume once or twice and the. You follow your gfs out the door.

The entire car ride had tension due to the fact both Azzi and Paige were wanting to rip that silver dress right off your body but they just had to wait until tonight.

As you arrived at the club, the bouncer immediately looked you up and down with a smirk and being your oblivious little self you didn’t notice but Paige and Azzi sure as hell did. They both gave him a disgusted face, making him quit. The thing about going out with your girlfriends is that they are very possessive and when they don’t like something or someone they let it be known. You pretend like it bothers you but it really doesn’t.

You walk hand and hand with Paige to the bar, Azzi following. They order you a few tequila shots, slipping extra cash to the bartender without you noticing. Paige’s nil money comes in handy for night outs.

You suddenly heard your favorite song come on. “Please dance with me guysss” you whine, tipsy. “Ok baby just this song” Azzi says and Paige nods. You move over to the dance floor full of drunk rich people. You grab Paige’s face and reach on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your cheeks turn red. “Strawberry lipgloss?” She smiles and you mumble a ‘yes’. Azzi raises an eyebrow, making you remember. “You are not gonna give mommy a taste?” she pouts in a condescending tone.

“Of course I will mommy” you replied crossing your arms over your stomach, leaning up to kiss her too. Your height make them both coo everytime you give them a kiss. It takes so much effort for you since they’re so tall and big. Your small size actually turns them on more than they’d admit to you. Paige notices that your dress is pulled up a little, revealing your cute lacy panties.

“I see your panties baby” she says in a voice that lets you know she’s correcting you. Your hands pull it down, making a tit almost pop out. Azzi twists her face, you know they’re not very happy with your outfit choice for a public appearance. “Sweet girl you know better” Paige slaps your ass, causing you to flinch. “You must want to be a little brat tonight huh?” Paige grits her teeth.

“How about this, we’ll spend another hour here but you have to sit in one of our laps the entire time and no more drinking either, alright?” Azzi says. She's not as mad as Paige but she’s still mad. You calmly walk over to the seating booths. Paige pulls you into her lap, wrapping her veiny and long fingers around your waist.

You want to have more tequila but there’s no arguing with your girlfriends what they say is final. You pick at your acrylics as you avoid eye contact. “Whatcha quit talkin’ for?” the blonde looks at you, a glint of lust lies in her eyes. “D-don’t know” you mumble. Paige takes a sniff of your scent, making her chuckle. “Vanilla hm?” She says. You nod. “That’s cute, you know we like that one”.

Azzi scoots closer to you, resting her hand on your thigh. You’re not that dumb you’re aware she’s trying to rile you up so by the time you go home you’re desperate. “I know it’s been a while since we went out, i’m sorry sweet thing” azzi rubs her hand on your leg, massaging it. Paige on the other hand is taking in your appearance, smell, pure sweetness. She wants to put you over her lap for being the tease you are but fuck she has a soft spot for you.

You can’t help but turn red at the thought that anyone can see you smashed between the Paige bueckers and Azzi Fudd. This club is all three of your favorites because it’s too expensive for the average fan girl to afford so it is more private but you still never know.

Your brain has been so busy you haven’t paid much attention to their attire till now. Azzi is wearing a lavender dress with a decently high slit on the side. You don’t miss that it's Paige’s favorite shade either. Paige is wearing an all white suit. She knows that her girls think it’s sexy.

You feel the need to go to the bathroom so you ask them to get up. They say yes of course so you walk down the hallway with your heels hitting the floor. You walk in and see a girl with cakey makeup and a black and white suit on. “Hi baby girl” she says, giving you a wink that makes you cringe. “Sorry not interested” you say quickly going into a stall.

You finish and walk out to the sinks and unfortunately she’s still standing there. “Oh come on don’t be that way” she says in an aggravating voice. “I’m taken and I wouldn’t be interested anyway” you sass her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Your ass looks too good in that mamas” she says and you give her a gag in response. As you go to leave the restroom you realize that Azzi and Paige are standing right there and they witnessed the whole thing.

“What the fuck” Paige says to the random girl. “Oh shit” the girl says, running away like a bitch. You assume she recognized your girlfriends. Azzi grabs your arm so tight it must have accidentally left a bruise. They pretty much drag you to the car. You know they probably aren’t mad at you but more so the girl, it’s still an excuse to fuck you roughly.

As soon as you enter the apartment, your small body is immediately pushed up against the wall. “What was that little stunt with this fuckin’ dress hm?” She says. “Your tits are practically falling out of it and your ass is literally showing” she says through gritted teeth. Azzi must have gone to the bedroom because you didn't see her. You don’t think about it long because you’re distracted by Paige’s lips on the sweet spot behind your ear. You bite your lip as your panties dampen slightly. Paige picks you up like you’re light work as she brings you to the bedroom.

That’s when you see Azzi sitting on the bed with a strap attached to her hips. Fuck. You know you’re in for a long night right then and there. “Don’t be shy honey come here” the curly headed girl beckoned you over. Paige leans down to your ear level. “You better ride that shit like your life depends on it and if you don’t do it correctly you get no orgasm and a spanking”. You frantically nod.

Azzi pulls up your dress just enough to see your wet panties. “Our baby loves being treated like a toy doesn’t she?” Azzi says and you shake your head yes. She rips your underwear down your legs. You try to ease yourself slowly onto the silicon cock but Azzi doesn’t approve, she shoves you down on it so hard it makes your head spin in circles. “Oh fuck!” You yell out.

“Shh” she pacifies you. You almost forgot Paige was still in the room until started to feel kisses down your neck. You let out a small whine even though you tried to stay quiet. You keep flopping up and down on Azzi’s dick while Paige kisses all around your body. You feel like you're floating. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood but you don’t even care.

Paige brings her hand down to slap your ass, leaving her hand print. You’re squirming so much on the strap because it feels so good. It has to be atleast 7 inches and you feel it everywhere. Azzi presses on your stomach to show you where her dick is. Paige speaks up against your face.

“Ya feel that? She’s in your stomach baby” the blonde laughs at you as if you’re just a little kid no one is concerned about.

Your body is alive as you feel the knot in your stomach approaching. “Please please” you shutter underneath their fiery touches. “Mommy please!” You say as your body starts to shake. “Go ahead, let go on your mommy’s cock” Paige says, your reaction is instant. Your juices leak out all over the three of you. You fucking squirted. After you catch your breath you turn strawberry red because you realize you’ve made a mess on them.

“I think you should clean her dick up, don't ya think?” You nod at the blondie’s instructions. You lay down towards the strap and wrap your lips around it. You damn near choke on it when you feel Paige enter a finger inside your pussy. You are still soaked and you know the bed is probably soaked too. Paige pushes her thick finger further inside causing you to gag around the cock. “F-fuck” you stutter with your mouth full. “Quit whining” she says and slaps your ass again. Azzi looks into your eyes, you flush deeper. Between the sounds of your mouth in the strap and the wetness of your pussy lips you’re drowning.

Tears stream down your face with pleasure behind them. You feel the familiar warmth again and it’s obvious to the both of them you’re about to cum. “Shh let it out” Azzi says as she grips your hair aggressively. Paige jerks your face away from the strap, leaving you coughing and cumming. “Oh- sh- thank you” you say with a high pitched whine that leaves your mouth.

You turn over on your back, panting and crying. You make little hums and puffs, trying to gain your strength back. They massage your legs and back until you come back to normal. You go back to your bashful state.

“Thank you..” You sigh in contentment with the both of your girls.

Taglist: @muhlslover @heart4caitlin @cosmopretty @mrsarnold

[petew21-blog]

Detention

My English teacher just absolutely embarassed me in fornt of the whole class. Not the whole class, cause Joe and Chris are not here, but still. But I am glad they didn't see it. They would have made my life a living hell and called me names, but so would I.

The three of us have been friends since our mothers met on a playground one day. We have been inseperable. Sometimes literally. We even used super glue to never be away from each other. Yeah we went to the ER that night. But we all still laughed like crazy everytime we did pranks like this. We loved to do pranks on other people, but over the time we got bored, they either knew us and our pranks already or they didn't react enough to let us have the final laugh worth having.

That's why we started doing pranks on each other. It was quite brutal sometimes, like the last two prank I did on both of them, but you know, that's the game. We always want to be better than the other.

Back to present

My teacher, Mr. Lionel, called me in front of the whole class and forced me to sing. He said that I can sing Baby by Justin Bieber, cause he remembers that I once wrote that in one of my essays to be my favourite song. WHAT? I would never write that. That's one of my worst nightmares. Of course the whole class laughed.

Then the principal called out through the school radio, that my mom called and brought me new underwear, cause she knows how much I have trouble holding it in.

"That's BULLSHIT!" I yelled out during the class. The stranges thing was that Mr. Lionel didn't scold me right away as he always would, but kept on laughing. He then looked at the class and understood should have acted sooner.

"All right, Mr. Donovan. Principal's office, right now." he handed me the note for the principal and I left.

I was curious as always and took a peek. It said "For being a naughty boy. Deserves spanking. P.S. everything going according to plan so far"

What kind of a language is this. Why would Mr. Lionel write this? Is this how they always talk about us? Cause this is disturbing. I entered the office. The principal smiled at me from ear to ear. He let me sit down and immediately stood up above me

"So what was it this time, Mr. Donovan?"

"I... reacted on what you said about me in the radio. I said something I shouldn't have."

"Well. That is unfortunate. I might have bad news in that matter I am afraid that might make the situation worse. I have to inform you that we have been searching lockers of students for unwanted drugs and yours contained 5 great bags of weed. Therefore I am going to contact your parents and make you leave our school. Detention is definitely not in order. You have to understand that we don't want anyone to carry drugs to our school."

"But principal, that's not mine. I would have never done that. I have never even used it nor would I ever sell it. It must have been only some kind of prank by my friends."

"Are you trying to say we should expell them?"

"No... of course not. It's just not mine and I don't want to be expelled. Please. I'll do anything."

"Anything you say? he said and rearranged his balls in his pants

"NO FUCKING WAY IS THIS HAPPENING. I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE" I started panicking

"Do not worry Mr. Donovan. There is no need to panic. Mr. Lionel is coming now and we will think how to make a proper punishment for you."

We sat in silence, I would bet anything that he was still rubbing himself under the desk. I am not gonna get raped by some old perv today. Even if I would have to stab him in the eye with his pen

Suddenly the door opened. Mr. Lionel came in. The two of them still sat in silence. Then the principal said:"Ok, Mr. Lionel. Show our student here, what he's missing"

Mr. Lionel took of his shirt and started flexing at us. I had to admit that he was very good looking, but the thought that the principal was still observing me was horrible. I needed to get out.

"So, Billy. Wanna touch me? I'll let you pass"

"Sir, this is... I... NO! I won't do any of this. Leave me the fuck alone both of you, you two creeps!" I got to the door, but found out that Mr. Lionel locked it when he entered.

They looked at themsleves. And then started laughing histerically

Prinicpal:"It's just a prank, bro!"

Me:"What?!"

Mr. Lionel:"Dude, you were so scared. I bet you really do need the underwear now. Must be all wet haha"

Principal:"You still don't get it right, bro?"

Me:"Get what?"

Mr. Lionel:"Dude, it's us. Joe and Chris. And we PRANKED youuu!"

I couldn't believe it. But it was the only thing that made sense

Me:"Wait, how did you? Am I dreaming? Is it really happening?"

Chris (principal):"Yeah it's real bro. We went to the town to find something for our new prank to get revenge on you and we found this talisman in an old shop. And we swapped bodies. We found out that we can swap as many times we want. And then we came up with a plan to prank you. We even planned to embarass you even more, but it would be too cruel."

Me:"Guys, what the fuck? You made me believe that my principal was about to... That was it. We're done with the pranks. No more pranking each other ok? No more revenge pranking. Anything"

Joe (Mr. Lionel):"Ok, dude. Sorry. But you gotta admit it was a great prank, haha"

Me:"Yeah, I believed it."

Chris (Prinicipal):"Guys, are you done brushing your vaginas? I need to get out of this old body like right now. It's horrible to feel this old, dry, weak."

Me:"So, we can swap with anybody, right?"

Chris:"Yeah, got anyone in mind?"

Me:"My brother got back home from college few days ago and his two friends are crashing at ours. They're kinda hot."

Chris:"Great, but you'll have to lure them out"

We stood in front of the mirror in our new college bodies. Admiring each other, flexing, enjoy the muscles, the facil hair of each other

Me:"By the way, where are your original bodies?"

Joe:"Oh, we stashed them in the school. They are tied up so there should be no problem there"

Me:"You know you're gonna have to let them go eventually?"

Chris:"But not right now. Guys, let's see whose dick is bigger!"

Story in inbox:

Hi i loooooove your story so much🥰

Could u write a story about two guys swapping body with their principal and teacher to teach their friend a lesson 🍆🍆🍆

[rqbossman]

Hello Mr Bossman! (and possibly anyone else who reads this)

Its an honour to be here, I have a few questions. First i appologise for the long paragraph, you may dismiss it for the questions at the bottom. For context, i am here after finishing TMA and being up to date with TMAP, i then went over and listened to RQG, and have just finished listening to Epilogue 3 and might i just say, good sir I am grateful for your podcasts. I am currently just a few months away from my final exams of High School, and as someone who even just 1 year ago was very lost, struggling with school and being just overwhelmed. TMA isnt exactly comforting, but the characters and plot managed to serve as a good form of escapism while sorting myself out. I found my self engaging more in creative things that i had originally put aside in favour of maths and science (which i hated but thought i needed to do). I started drawing again, even if just fanart. and i found things going well. By finding podcasts, story telling and these communities have helped me in my own understanding of what i want in life. I got an ADHD diagnosis earlier this year, and almost directly after started RQG and as my first hyperfixation (that i was aware of as an hyperfixation) gosh dang it hit hard. (in a good way). Ive been able to do so much more creative writing and drawings, and got re-involved with a small dnd group with some friends who i played one game with almost 4 years ago now. So overall, inspirational sounds cringe, but it was. Im doing my best with the upcoming exams, but trying to get in to Medicine is not my only prority, and the fact ive been re-introduced to my first love (Literature and story telling), im planning to go do an Arts degree and i know i wouldnt have been able to confidently make this decision, or even have survived this long in the school system without the work you and your coworkers do. Now the sap is out of the way, Question time! (if you could answer even just one of these questions it would be so cool)(they go in order of RQ relevant to random stuff)(dont feel pressured to answer all/any. i know i wrote alot): 1. what would you say is the best way to draft out a long-form story. (with "Erasing the Line" as an example) Did you start at the end, with the links to the overarching plot.

2. When working with the players (in a form of TTRPG), what did you do to make sure you didnt miss relevant timing of plot points/ avoid creating spoilers while still giving enough detail?

3. What are good places to start with making a job out of storytelling/voice acting/audio etc. In the case of RQ, how is this a job and where do i sign up please! /j (what i mean is, how is best way/how did you find all the people involved and was there a common path that you were all on before getting to where you are now?) 4. Do you have recommendations for Terry Pratchett Books, i may be an literary-leaning student, but it seems i have never actually properly read any of his books. so where is best place to start?/What did you read first?

5. Similar authors or similar inspirations? Did you have a favourite podcast you listen to in your free time that you havnt had a hand in producing/directing/working on. 6. Favourite song/album/artist. And more specifically, what you like listening to in background when doing either writing or (for ttrpg) character research/game planing. 7. Since the olympics are on at the moment, what has been your favourite sport to watch, if you have been watching at all. Thank you for your time :)

Thankyou for all the kind words. Knowing our work is helping people really keeps our engines fired up. Let's see if I can't answer your questions: 1. I "sandbox" which is where I just shove everything I can think of into an unorganised bullet point list. Characters, setting, plot, all of it in one big mess. Then I decide what type of story you want to tell, copy and paste to a new document and then start to organise the thoughts (with the sandbox on standby if new stuff comes in I don't know what to do with). I think of it like scultping, you cut away bits and reshape until something comes out the other end that is story shaped. Only then do I attempt to build the sandcastle and put something coherant together like a synopsis or scratch draft etc.

2. Very tricky. I did a complete review and update of all notes after each recording session and don't forget the audio eas edited. I made lots of gaffs that you never heard as audience.

3. I contacted anyone I could convince to take part and just proved I was serious by overworking. I don't reccomend that route. Unfortunately it really is "who" you know. That doesn't mean chase established professionals as much as it means you need to get out there and associate with other up-and-comers who match your vibe. For me the route was long and windy and not a particularly good example. 4. I normally recommend people do not read his books in publication order. Don't get me wrong, its wonderful watching his craft grow from one title to the next but I would recommend new readers tip their toe into his later works to see if they like where he ended up before committing the time. I often recommend 'Monstrous Regiment' as people's first one. My favourite though is 'Thief of Time.'

5. I don't get much time to listen to podcasts in the last couple of years. I used to listen to a lot of non fiction. 'Stuff you Should Know' and that ilk. I also read a fair amount of classic YA fiction to unwind (Windinsger trilogy, Bartimeous, stuff like that.) 6. Paul Simon's Graceland but when working I assemble a playlist for each seperate project that is tonally appropriate. If I really need to focus I listen to Classical Minimalism. Or the Old School Runescape soundtrack. I'm allowed to be ecclectic. 7. I am actually in an incredibly busy work crunch at the moment so haven't seen any of it!

[voxmortuus]

Hello dear, can you do a 2nd part of "Obsession" can be some dark smut with Will Graham?? Just if you feel comfortable

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 920 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abducted reader | Profanity | Non-Con | Non-Con while sleeping | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Implied Breeding | Reader Struggle | Building of Stockholm Syndrome | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►IN STORY DIVIDER CREDIT: @firefly-graphics ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist | Obsession Pt. 1

"No, no, please, You don't have anyone else. I promise. You won't want to go home after this. Relax. Okay? I'll show you." He nodded.

Shaking your head you look at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "No, no. Mr. Graham you need to let me go! Now! Take me home! Let me go! I won't say anything to anyone! Please, just let me go." You plead.

"Will, please, call me Will. I'm sorry, I cannot let you go. You'll see. You'll be happy here. You just need to trust me and let me show you." He was insistent and it was clear you weren't going anywhere.

Looking around at the chair you're tied to, and you sigh softly. "Well since you're going to keep me here, may as well take to a bed, this chair is very uncomfortable."

"After dinner." he assures you. He stands up and leaves the room.

Looking around you growl at your situation. There really isn't much you can do right now besides just sit here and look around. Looking toward the window you notice how dark it is becoming, and you're far from thrilled, you try to find a way to escape but it seems he's thought this all through. You weren't getting lose from the rope, and he could easily physically overpower you, so this was just a fucked situation you've found yourself in.

Bringing in dinner after what seemed like hours, he sat with you, and fed you dinner. He was kind, he was tender, he even wiped your mouth, but you were so ready to just stab him in the eye with that fork and get the hell out of there. No matter what you did you were stuck there, you were not going anywhere and he made that quite clear.

"Thank you for dinner, Will, it was very good. But I think after the way today went, I think sleep is in good order." You state. Mostly, you wanted out of this damn chair.

Agreeing he brought you to the room in which you would be staying, and he looked at you. He offered you something to get changed into. He went from having your arms tied up, to having you chained to the bed. He cut your pants from you so you didn't have to worry about those, and he placed the nightgown on the bed and walked away closing the door behind him.

Now you look around this room, there was no way you were going to be able to get out, windows were barred?! What the hell!? You couldn't break anything to use as a weapon, there was no way you were escaping at this point. "Fuck." you growl.

Getting dressed you climb into bed. At least that was comfortable.

Will had very quietly had made it into your room. He watched you sleep. Licking his lips his own excitement getting the better of him. He observed how soft your skin looked like in the moonlight. How you legs looked slightly parted as you slept. Your breathing, the way your hair fell. He felt his mouth water slightly as he walked to you, and lightly ran his finger lightly up your leg. You stir a moment but don't wake.

Stripping down he sneaks in bed behind you and lightly turns you into him. At first you don't react, you groan a moment, but you continue to sleep. He lifts your nightgown and presses himself against you.

Feeling himself stiffen with want, he groans softly as he begins to roll his hips ever so slightly against you. It was the moment he shoved himself inside you that you woke up and started to fight.

"STOP! NO!" You scream.

"Shhh.. it's okay." He tells you.

"I SAID NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you plead.

But he doesn't stop. He wraps his arms around you and continues to thrust harder. Between crying and trying to get out of his grip you close your eyes and try to go to another place. You continue to beg and plead for him to stop, to let you go, that you won't tell anyone. But he doesn't, it only fuels his thirsty wants.

His thrusts become faster. He turns you over onto your back and you try and fight him, but he pins you down and slips his heavy cock between your legs and thrusts harder, faster, deeper. While you may not want it, you're getting wetter with the action. You begin to fight a little less, and begin to accept what is happening because there is no stopping it.

Laying there, void of emotion, silent tears leaving your eyes as look toward the window. As soon as it started it had ended. You feel him seeping from between your legs. Was this what this was going to turn into? Why you? Why were you here? Did he really love you?

The next morning he comes in, homemade breakfast, and fresh flowers from the garden outside. He opens your window, and you smell the flowers outside your window, and you hear the birds.

"Eat, you'll need your strength." He smiles softly and looks over you as he sits across from you.

You don't know how to feel, maybe this could be good right? Think positive? Maybe this will be good. You give a small smile and look down at your plate, you had to admit the chocolate chip pancakes smelt delicious, and that orange juice was inviting. Okay Will... Let's see what happens.

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Young Royals Characters as Short 'n' Sweet Songs

this post came to me in a dream but I can't not do it now, so buckle up. No audios for Please Please Please or Espresso because you know exactly which songs those are and you do not need the sample lol.

Taste - Simon

oh I leave quite an impression - In fact he does. you're wondering why half his clothes went missing, my body's where they're at - shout out Simon wearing Wilhelm's blue/green sweater in season 3, shout out the stolen orange sweater in season 2. you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you - that whole thing where Wilhelm literally told Felice he kissed her to see if it was like kissing Simon. I've been there, done that once or twice - he in fact broke up and got back together with Wilhelm five times.

Please, Please, Please - Sara

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight - she in fact dated the worst person on the planet. And please, pleasе, please, Don't bring me to tеars when I just did my makeup so nice - it's giving the valentines dance, it's giving the shooting range scene, it's giving the third year's dinner. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker - Sara, I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this... And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me - they kept their relationship a secret for a reason and she had the common sense to think twice about going public at the valentines ball.

Good Graces - Wilhelm

I won't give a fuck about you - Wilhelm doesn't give a fuck about anyone but Simon When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel - he is in fact the most bashful little guy around his boyfriend. Boy, it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces - we have many examples of why that is a good idea, see the difference between how he treats Felice and how he treats August 'Cause no one's more amazin' at turnin' lovin' into hatred - every single member of his family feels this line on a personal level.

Sharpest Tool - Felice

I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, we had sex, I met your best friends then a bird flies by and you forget - remember that brief relationship with August? Yeah... that. we were goin' right, then you took a left, left me with a lot of shit to second-guess - she thinks about Sara when she hears this line. You know it, I know it, her friends know it, the bus driver knows it. Everyone knows. Seems like overnight, I'm just the bitch you hate now - literally how everyone treated her after those Wilhelm rumors went around. Or when the school got shut down and for some reason everyone blamed her? Fuck everyone else leave Felice alone.

Coincidence - Marcus (stop booing I'm right)

Now her name comes up once, then it comes up twice -Marcus was in fact the one to bring up Wilhelm's name both once and twice. Last week, you didn't have any doubts, this week, you're holdin' space for her tongue in your mouth - Did someone say Valentines Ball? No? Just me? What a surprise, your phone just died, your car drove itself from L.A. to [his] thighs - lmao Simon claimed his phone died multiple times in order to dodge Marcus. To the point that Marcus went to Rosh and Ayub who then had to pretend they didn't know Simon was going to hook up with his ex. Oh wow, you just broke up again - oh I just know Marcus felt vindicated when Wilmon kept being on again off again after that 💀

Bed Chem - Wilmon (need I explain? No, but I'm going to anyway)

got me scrollin' like out of breath - Wilhelm stalking Simon's instagram... How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round oh, it just makes sense - Simon in the hallway scene fr How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things - throwback to when Wilhelm dropped like a whole poem full of metaphors over the phone to Simon while high out of his mind. Where art thou? Why not uponeth me? - literally Simon at any given time. that boy is feral.

Espresso - Fredrika (could be Simon too but I'm trying not to repeat)

I can't relate to desperation - Season 2 Fredrika for sure. Season 3 Fredrika took that statement back. And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling - that "one boy" is actually Stella and her poem. he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger - again, "he" is just Stella staring at her from across the room. My twisted humor make him laugh so often - throwback to when she stated she would be the surrogate for wilmon's royal baby.

Dumb and Poetic - Wilmon (I know I just said I wasn't going to repeat but this is my blog so sue me)

You're so dumb and poetic, it's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic - Wilhelm and Simon are in fact both dumb and poetic. Both of them. Shoutout football field scene, shoutout Simon's song, shout out the Jubilee speech, shoutout Wille's song. You're so sad there's no communication, but, baby, you put us in this situation - every single music room scene in which they fight about something that could have been avoided by a singular conversation. Just 'cause you act like one doesn't make you a man - because they're not men. They're teenage boys and literally everyone in their lives just decided to forget that for some reason.

Slim Pickins - Nils (also Felice but I'm trying not to repeat)

Guess I'll end this life alone, I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me - Nils is actually very dramatic, but he also probably thought this many times while he was in the closet. All the douchebags in my phone - in his grindr era Oh, it's slim pickings, if I can't have the one I love I guess it's you that I'll be kissin' - .... *cough* Vincent *cough* I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin' - Nils 24/7 is bitching about something. He can't not complain about something. "Good job on coming out but it was dumb" BITCH JUST SAY YOU'RE PROUD FOR ONCE.

Juno - Stella

You make me wanna make you fall in love - good old fashioned pop love song seems fitting for Stella. Especially this line, because she is absolutely trying her damnedest to make Fredrika fall in love. late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you - "I scream your name every day, I whisper your name every night" - a real, canonical thing Stella wrote about Fredrika. Can't help mysеlf, hormones are high - that time she danced with Rosh and then pulled a 180 like a month later?

Lie To Girls - literally any girl in this entire fucking show

I'll go for lyrical examples to, but literally every girl in this show was treated so bad. The moms, the main girls, the side girls, the extra girls. Like, some of them were bad people, but they were still treated so bad.

No, don't say it was just an isolated incident that happened once - Felice when August tried to get back at her by kissing her best friend, then going on to date that best friend, and take that best friend's virginity. I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend - Sara looking at August. We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear they're incorrect - Linda. We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest - Kristina. Girls will cry and girls will lie and girls will do it 'til they die for you - Stella, Fredrika, Madison, the background older girls, Sara, Felice, August's mom, Felice's mom, Kristina and Linda, the Headmistress, the replacement headmistress. I could go on. I won't, but I could.

Don't Smile - August

Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over - he cried a lot when he realized it was over with Sara. I think I counted him crying like six times in season three alone. My heart is heavy now, it's like a hundred pounds - and now he also has the weight of the monarchy on his shoulders.

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So.... that was that. Let me know if you want me to do other albums like this lmao. I don't know why I thought of this.

[yuyu1024]

Secret dating

Pairings: Scoup / cheolie × y/n

Genre/tags: Idol and non-idol dating. been friends with cheolie before becoming an idol but have secret crush to each other

Warning: (none) just something sweet and short only.

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine.

(All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

Every concert you have been present. You had jumped and screamed for every hard hitting songs and then sing along and cry every now and then for every slow and ballad songs. You have been there since the beginning. You had been and will be supporting your best friend's career.

Cheolie's career together with his group soared so high that they got busier and more focused on their careers than ever. You respected it and understood it. It's normal for his job.

But then, one day, something shifted between you two.

"What's with the long face?" Ace, asks while she hands me the cup of hot chocolate drink I ordered

I smile and continued to stare outside the window of the coffee shop.

"Wow! A new endoresment for SVT." She gasps as she looks at the huge TV screen across the street. The one I'm looking at. "They've been busy..."

"Yeah, they have been."

"They had an event too right? A fanmeeting... something... and they went on a festival as the main event?"

"Yes. They did."

"And... you didn't go?"

"Yeaah, I can't." I take a sip of my drink

"That's a first. How come? You always makes time for his things..."

"I do. I want to support my best friend... but..."

"But what?"

"Things at work got hectic so I need to do somethings and..."

I can't tell Ace that I'm starting to feel something off. Not that Cheolie and I had a fight or what. It's just that, my heart feels weird lately. And I need to control it.

"The last event was weekend... so did you went out? Coz I'm sure you weren't home. I called you and it sounded like you were outside."

"I was." I press my lips together. "I was on this date thingy that my friend at work set up."

"What?" Ace got all excited. "Spill the tea! How is it?"

"Hmm... it's okay... he's seems nice and sweet."

"So... a potential second date?"

"Well..."

"C'mon! Do it! You don't have time to date because all you do for your free time is sleep or on a svt event."

It's true. That's the only life you had outside work. It looks like you are obsessed from a third person perspective but it doesn't bother you. One you are a fan and two, Cheolie is important for you.

"He actually asked me out for next friday night...I told him, I'll let him know my sched at work next week."

Ace claps and cheers for me, "finally!"

*********

After getting home, I did some cleaning in the house, especially my room and then took a nice shower. I feel refreshed and calm now. What a nice way to end my friday night after a long week of work.

I was towel drying my hair in the living room while I'm watching a kdrama on the TV, when I suddenly heard the lock on my door beeps. I panicked a little as I am not expecting anyone but then a familiar figure appears.

"What are you doing?" He asks

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" I remove the towel on my head. "What are you doing here Cheolie?"

He's wearing all black from pants, hoodie and beanie

"It's late." I glance at the time on my phone and then saw a bunch of missed calls from him.

"How long did you shower that you missed all my calls?" He finally makes his way where I am and throws off.

"I have it on silent mode. I cleaned and showered." I explain

He sits down beside me and throws his head back.

"You look tired..."

"A little."

"Where you guys practicing today?"

"We had a photoshoot today."

"Oh... I see..."

Then his eyes darts straight at me, " oh, I see?" He repeats

"What?"

"Are you not a fan of ours now?"

"What? I am!"

"Then, why aren't you present on my last two events?"

I'm a little surprised that he noticed it. He barely had time now to meet me personally and event call me so, how did he know?

"Where were you?" He asks

"Hmm... first event... I'm at work. Overtime."

"This weekend?"

"I was on a date."

"A date?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why... like, why didn't you told me? Shouldn't I know this? And since when did you had time to meet anyone and have a boyfriend?"

"Whoa! Hold up!" I laugh, "boyfriend? No... it's just a date. My friend at work set me up to meet this guy. And, why would I tell you?"

"I am your bestfriend."

"Okay... but... you are busy... I'm sure my dating life is none on the top list of your concern." I tease

He suddenly became serious, "so you like him?"

"Hmm?"

"I am asking you, y/n. You like him?"

I scratch the back of my neck, "He's cute... and nice..."

"I asked, do you like him?"

"I don't know! I just met him once."

"Will you meet him again?"

"Ahm... maybe... Not sure yet."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want you to meet him again."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" He stands up, walking away and goes to my kitchen and opens the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask

"Don't." He says again after chugging the whole bottle. "Don't see that person again."

"What's wrong? Did you even know the guy I met?"

"No. But I don't care. You can't meet anyone." He throws the bottle water in the trash and comesback to sit beside me.

"You're being weird." I mumble. I throw the towel I have around my neck to the side and start to finger comb my damp dear.

We both became quiet for a while. I thought he was just focused on the show I was watching before he arrived.

"You smell different." He suddenly asks

I put my long hair to the side, still combing it with my fingers. "What does that mean?"

He pushes he's hood off, staring at me "Did you changed your shampoo?"

I scrunch my nose as I try to recall, "Not shampoo... I think it's the body lotion... My friend at work gave me one. She said she bought 2 bottles of it coz she liked the scent but I guess his husband and son didn't... so she gave me the other bottle.. then she can just finished the used one."

He then moves closers and gently reaches for my neck to smell. "It smells sweet." He mumbles. His breathe onto my skin tickled, making me jerk a little.

"It's vanilla, I think and some flower." I move a little away from him, which he notices.

"Why?" He asks

"It tickles." I run my fingers one last time through my hair. "You could've just asked me if you want to smell it. I can give you my hand..."

He smiles, "But you already touched you hair... so it will smell like your shampoo or conditioner too..."

"So does my neck! My hair touches my neck."

His smile grows. "Or maybe I just like to smell your neck."

"Weirdo." I shake my head, rolling my eyes at him.

"I missed you." He suddenly says and then proceeds to lay his whole body to me.

"Hey!" I protest. "You're heavy!"

"You're a strong woman. You can handle me."

"I'm not buff like you!" I try to push him away, with all my might but I fail. "Ugh! I give up."

"Just... let me..." he squirms more to get comfy until he reaches to the idea to actually embrace me. "I miss you..."

Crap! Why is he so clingy like this. Oh dear lord. My heart is beating out of my chest!

"Do I make you nervous?"

Should I answer him honestly? If I do, would it make things between us... awkward?

"N-no..."

"You're lying..." he nuzzles his face closer to my neck. "I can feel it..."

"Then why ask then..."

He chuckles, "you're so sassy..."

I suddenly became quiet after that. I just continued watching the show that is on right now. I just let him be. I slowly relaxed after a few more heart beats.

It's Seungcheol. It's not like a stranger is hugging me. Besides this is what he is, clingy and very affectionate. It does not mean anything.

For him.

But for me, as a weak girl, the things we used to do as young kids, now makes my heart flutter. I'm not sure if its because of him or I'm just that needy for affection since I haven't really had a boyfriend for quite awhile now.

"Cheolie... why are you here?" I ask, breaking the silence. "It's almost midnight... the members or your manager would be worried."

"I'm an adult." He mumbles, he's eyes were closed all this time. Though he's not technically sleeping coz he moves a lot.

"Of course I know that. What I meant is---"

He abruptly moves, raising his head up. We are eyes to eye. "Do you?"

"Huh?"

"Do you really know... that I am an adult?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I know. We are the same age. 27 years old."

His gaze slowly goes down from my eyes down to my lips. "When I say, I miss you.. what do you feel?" He asks

"I don't understand..."

"I said earlier... I missed you."

"I heard."

"So...?"

"Ahm... so?"

He sighs and move back away. "Y/n, you promised me to be present in every performance and event I have."

"Hey... I only missed two."

"You did. I understand. But... you didn't told me ahead of time. You couls've texted me and said, 'hey, I'll not be at this and that because this and that.' So... I will not look like a fool going around the stage, searching for you if you are in your seat."

"I ahm..."

"I always save you a seat. In case you didn't get a chance to buy your own ticket. You always text me if you got a ticket... these two times you didn't so I asked my manager to save you a seat. For those two events, I looked at that seat and you weren't there."

"Sorry..."

"I asked my manager if you arrived... and when he said no..."

"Hey... I'm sorry okay? I got busy and I didn't know that---"

"Busy? You went on a date."

"Hey. Cheolie, you are being---"

"Being what?" He snaps.

"Are we seriously will fight over a date I had? One date?"

"We will... if that date means something to you."

"W-wait. What do you mean? I'm not following where is this going..."

"It's simple."

I look at him and waited for him to say anything but he just kept looking at me. He's eyes shows a different side of Cheolie that I haven't seen before.

"I'm jealous."

What did he say?

"y/n. I am... jealous..."

But why though?

I can't speak. I'm too stunned to even react.

"It means, I like you. No, actually... not like... but.. I...love you... Y/n."

I finally blinked and breathe when I hear my wall clock strike 12 midnight.

"W-what...?"

"You heard me."

I take a deep breath, hand on my chest and look away. I think I'm experiencing a heart attack. My heart is faster than normal and I can feel my veins in head beating. Is this normal?

"Look at me..." he takes my hand and pulls me closer back to him. "Y/n, relax..."

"H-how can I relax.. y-you said..."

"I said I love you... yes..."

"H-how can you say that s-so casually... oh my gosh..."

"Because it's true... I can say it a hundred times more now just for you to believe it."

"Are you drunk? Or are you sleepy? Or... are you pranking me? Because I didn't go ... or... or..."

"Y/n... I will kiss you if you don't stop..."

And so, I stop. I tried my best to recollect my thoughts and not let my sleepy head confuse me.

Then, I look at him. He looks so cute. He looks a bit disappointed that I did stop rambling. I guess he really did want to kiss me.

I am not prepared for this situation. Yes, I am a little out of order but I am not welcoming this.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

His eyes widens. "What did you say?"

"You heard me..." I now bravely move closer. Closer to the point that I am sitting on his lap.

He eyes follows my every move, smiling. "Y/n..."

"So...?"

His takes me in, his behind my neck and pull me into THE kiss.

OUR kiss started slow, eyes looking at each other, testing the water. But when he felt that I am into it, he begins to deepen the kiss. More need and more thirst.

"I've never imagine us... kissing." I say as we both catch our breathes

"You didn't?" He tilts his head on the side, one brow arched.

"Like... duh... you are s.coups... the leader of SVT."

"So?"

"So? Hello... look at me and then you."

He smiles and kisses me on my cheek. "You are Y/n....my y/n.... without you... there is no me... remember that."

I can feel my cheeks burning. I try to hide it by looking away

"Hey..." he cups my face and asks me to look back. "Don't hide... I haven't seen you this long for quite some time... let me see your face..."

"You're busy... you guys are rocking it lately..."

"Yeah... we are.. " he smiles.

I look down at my knotted fingers, "so... we kissed.. "

"We did." He kisses me on my cheek again. "Are you going to ask me what will be our relationship after the kiss?"

I nod.

"Simple. You are mine and I am yours now. Exclusively...." he bites his lowerlip, trying to supress his smile.

I snort a laugh.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing... it's just that..." I look at his pouting face. "I just can't believe this...us... we've been friends for a long time and... now... we're making out. On my couch. In my apartment. And at midnight. "

"Why not?"

"Well...." then my phone dings.

I bet it's either his manager or one of his members.

"Look... Joshua texted me... they are looking for you... you didn't told them that you're coming here?"

"I told no one."

"You sneaked out?!?!" I slap him on his chest lightly, "Cheolie! You will be in trouble!"

"So?"

"What you mean so? Your career. What if a fan saw you or anyone from the news?"

"So, my career is important than us? Like... hello we are discussing our relationship!"

And we are back to our bickering relationship. We always do this. But we're not actually fighting, this is just how we talk. We nag each other.

"Cheolie..." I get up and try to pull him off my couch. "Go... I don't want you to get in trouble." I try my very might to pull him but he's strong. "Get up!"

"Let me sleep over."

"No!"

"Why not? I always do... when I visit you."

"Well... this time its different." I let his hand go and sit on the chair across him.

"Don't worry, Y/N... I will not do anything..." he smiles, reassuring me.

"Okay... but atleast inform your members and manager..." he nods "and sleep in the couch...."

"Okay." He smiles and then spreads both his arms wide open. "A kiss and a hug before you grab me a pillow and blanket."

"Fine." I kiss and hug him tightly before I went into my room to grab pillows and blanket for him.

"I love you." He whispers as I walk back out.

Its a whisper. But I heard it. And my heart felt it.

"I... love you too." I answer

[the1975attheirverybest]

Can I ask for a blurb when reader and Matty haven't had sex in a while because they have been busy and she has been stressed. Maybe he has tried to initiate it a couple of times but as soon as he gets that she's not into he dropped of course. So she realise it has been a while and she apologises and feels guilty but he's super nice about it.

Sorry once again trying to heal my trauma through fiction. 😅

Hope your having a nice day💕

Of course, babes! Sorry about the delay. Looks like my writing is going through another shitty phase. I hope this helps in some small way. Remember that if anyone treats you with anything less than complete respect, then they don’t deserve you or your trust. Love you. 🥰

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Monday.

It was already a busy week for both of them. Matty had spent most of the weekend in the studio, alone, with George, working out the production on a song they’d written and revised a thousand times. He’d come home really late Sunday night and found her asleep already, sliding into bed next to her as quietly as possible and going to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. So, when she woke up this morning, well before his alarm went off, she decided not to wake him, simply giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and dashing out the door to get an early start to the work week.

She waited around for him that night. Or tried to, at least. She’d cooked them a quick dinner, and set out a plate for him, but he never came. When she texted him, he replied, 39 minutes later, sorry, babe. Another late night. Enjoy dinner though. See you at home?

She wanted to see him. She missed him. So, she tried to stay up late, watching tv , snuggled up on the couch and counting down the minutes until she could hear his car pull into the driveway. But, she’d had a long day herself. Work had gotten wiped her out. Making dinner and taking a quick shower was just about all she was capable of after that. So, she ended up falling asleep right there on that couch. Well before Matty got home.

She had a vague memory of Matty carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom, tucking her in, and giving her a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and smelled like cigarettes. So, he must have been getting ready for bed too, but she doesn’t recall seeing him change out of his clothes, or get into bed. She was out like a light.

Tuesday.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Matty grinned down at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“H-how long have you been standing there…watching me sleep?”

Matty laughed and shook his head. “Please, I’m not that creepy. I was just setting down your breakfast on the night stand. Did I wake you?”

She propped up her pillow and sat up, looking to her side, where Matty had, indeed, left a cup of coffee and a pastry. “Oh, thank you, baby. When did you-“

“Woke up early to grab them. Wanted to spend some time with you before we both went off to work. Feel like we’ve hardly seen each other since….Friday?”

She nodded, taking a sip of her drink, and letting the comforting taste of her coffee order wake her up gently. “You’re an angel, you know that?” She reached out her hands, pulling Matty back into bed to kiss him.

“Don’t think angels would do what I wanna do to you right now…” he mumbled against her lips as she kissed him.

“Oh, babe, not that I wouldn’t love to, but- I have to get ready for work soon, and- I just, I don’t think it’d be fun to rush through it-“

“Oh, of course. Yeah.” She felt his hold on her loosen immediately as he pulled away.

“Sorry! Please don’t be mad! It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s just that work has been crazy, I’ve actually been going into the office early to catch up on stuff and I don’t think the mood-“

“Hey,” he cupped her face with a gentle touch. “Listen to me, it’s okay! You don’t have to explain yourself. Alright? I understand.” He smiled at her reassuringly as she studied his face for any signs of secret resentment.

“A-are you sure?”

“Course I am, babe. Just take your breakfast with you. You can pass on this body” he pointed jokingly to his torso, “Won’t have you skipping meals for work, though…”

“You’re the best.” She gave him a quick peck before springing out of bed and into the bathroom.

Wednesday.

“Matty? Honey? You home?” She called out from the entryway, frowning at the noise in the kitchen, as she hung up her keys and kicked off her shoes. She hadn’t expected him to be home before her tonight. So, she was a bit thrown off.

“Hello, my love!” He chirped, a carefree smile on his tired, sleep-deprived face. He gave her a greeting kiss. “How was you’re day?”

She let him help her take off her coat as she gave him the highlights, “what’re you doing home so early?”

“Finally finished that song that’s been bothering us for weeks. Thought I’d call it an early night and come make us dinner.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s great news!”

“You wanna hear it? I’ve got it on my phone, actually!”

She loved being his private audience. He always played her incomplete songs and ideas for melodies whenever he had them and he respected her opinion immensely. She was always humbled and flattered by the way his eyes would watch her carefully to gauge her reaction to any new music and she loved that he actively sought out her input and took her feedback seriously.

Much of their dinner conversation was, naturally, devoted to that song and what he might do with it. They discussed their favorite parts of it, Matty told her about how he came to write it, what George had done with it, and why it took so long to “get just right.” The conversation carried on, and strayed in several different directions as they cleaned up the kitchen and settled into the living room, with her in his lap, flipping through several streaming services for something to watch before bed.

“Or, we could just-“ Matty dipped his head down to kiss her, his hands traveling to her waist. She’d missed him. His touch. His scent. The feeling of his soft lips on hers. She really wanted this. She did. But, she didn’t want it to go any further. And, it was clear by how eagerly Matty had re-positioned himself on the couch to be on top of her, that he did want to go further.

She closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply, but the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t let her. It’s fine. This is fine. She loved Matty. And sex was fun. And they hadn’t done it in a while. So, this’d probably be good. She’s not entirely into it now, but should get herself there. Eventually. If she kept going, right? All couples compromise at some point. So, what if she wasn’t feeling it. Worst case scenario, she’d just wait for him to finish. It’ll be fine.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” Matty’s voice interrupted the small whispers inside her own mind.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

Matty gradually withdrew, sitting up straight and getting off of her to give her some space. “I was just asking if you’re okay. What’s the matter, love?”

“Oh! Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine. Why?”

“Well….you seem…distracted. Pretty sure I felt you tense up a bit. Just makin’ sure you’re okay….”

She hadn’t realized that she’d clutched onto the couch reflexively when Matty’s arms began to run over her body. He was right. She was feeling stiff.

“I- umm, yeah, I’m fine. I just- well-“ the small flutter of anxiety that that had been moving through her now settled into real panic. She had no idea what to say that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby? Did I- god, have I hurt you?” Matty looked at her, concern in his eyes, he was absolutely clueless.

“No, no! Not at all- it’s not - you’ve done nothing! I promise. It’s not you-“

“Well, what is it then? You can tell me…did you- do you not want this right now?”

Her throat ran dry at his words, she felt tongue tied. Too overwhelmed to speak. Matty watched her, expecting a response. Eventually, she shook her head.

“Oh, I see. That’s okay! Why didn’t you say anything?”

They way she looked up at him with surprised and confusion utterly baffled him. Like it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was an option to simply let him know.

“Well, you know, we…umm- haven’t slept together in a while, and…yesterday, I did. When you tried, I said no, cuz I had to go to work, and stuff…so, I just figured-“

“You figured what? You’d let me have it even if you’re not into it?” Matty smiled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Sounds silly when you put it like that.” She looked down at her feet, feeling dejected and foolish.

Matty jumped from his side of the couch over to her, pulling her into a hug, immediately. “Listen to me, and listen carefully, you are NOT obligated to give me sex. Like ever. I don’t care how long it’s been, I don’t care how many times you’ve had to say now, I don’t care if we’re right in the middle of things, and I’m standing there, lookin at you with my fuckin dick out. If, at any point, you suddenly decide, you’re not feeling it, you just say the word and we’ll stop.”

She shook her head, “but that sounds so selfish!”

“Not as selfish as me ignoring all your cues. Letting you put yourself through something so personal when you’re not enjoying it just so I can cum for the night. Does that seem fair to you? Would that be right?”

Something about the way he’d described it matter-of-factly made the decision seem like a no-brainer. But, in the moment, it didn’t feel that way at all. “Nope.”

“I never want to take advantage of you. I never want to taint our relationship. You don’t owe me anything. Just because you’ve agreed to be in this relationship with me, it doesn’t give me the right to just expect sex from you. Any time it happens between us, we both have to be into it. Meaning, every. Single. Time. We have to make it an active choice. Yeah? Besides, it’s not nearly as sexy or enjoyable for me, if you’re not into it! Do you see what I mean?”

“…yeah, I do. Thank-“

“Fuck no. Not havin’ you thank me for being, like, a normal human being. That’s the bare fuckin minimum. If anyone’s ever made you feel like that’s something you have to be grateful for, then they’re the twat, not you. And if I haven’t made that clear enough until today, then that’s a failure on my part. I’m going to fix it. Starting….well, now! May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Matty. You may.”

[warpedlegacywrites]

happy dadwc duchess! a prompt, perhaps for Cullen/Theresa post-Trespasser: "Who can tell me if we have Heaven? / Who can say the way it should be?"

happy writing :3

@dadrunkwriting

Okay no lie, this song literally started playing in my playlist as I was reading your prompt, so I’m taking that as a sign lol. Enjoy some epistolary goodness! Sorry, it ended up not being post-Trespasser, I was just feeling the letters passing back and forth too much and couldn't think of a post-Trespasser reason for it! ^_^

My dearest, 

Looks like you’ve won the bet. The new training dummies didn’t last the week. I suppose that serves me right for underestimating just how much force Cassandra can put into a swing. Lesson learned. I don’t know what’s worse – losing the bet or the knowledge that she’s been holding back in our sparring matches. 

We never did decide on the terms. I’ll let you name them, considering it’s your victory. 

All my love, 

Cullen 

***

My lion, 

I claim my prize as a round for the whole of the Herald’s Rest upon my return to Skyhold, on you. As for Cassandra, trust me – you don’t want her going all out against you. 

Hope to see you soon, 

Theresa

***

Tess, 

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. I am perfectly capable of socializing on my own without your nudging. Re: Cassandra, that sounds like a story. I insist you tell it when you’re safely back. Over drinks, at the tavern (see?). 

I miss you. 

Love, 

Cullen

***

It’s a date. I miss you too. – Tess. 

***

My love. I keep trying to read these reports but my eyes keep wandering to the chair you always use when you’re here. It’s currently filled with requisition orders. Do you know, I use your impending returns as motivation to finish them, just so you can have your chair? I’ve never admitted that to anyone. Please don’t tell Leliana. 

And come home soon. 

– Cullen

***

Tess, 

The repairs on the western tower have finally been completed. Fiona and her lot are already making themselves at home. I’ve never seen so many oddly shaped glass containers. But they insist they’re close to a breakthrough on improving the dispersion of the healing mist grenades, so I suppose they must be serving some function. One of them tried to explain the specifics to me, but I confess most of it went quite over my head. You’d have had no trouble understanding him, I’m sure. 

I hope I’m there to see your face when you look at their progress for the first time. I think you’ll be pleased. 

I hope you’re well. Please write back when you can. 

Love, 

Cullen 

*** 

Darling, 

I apologize for bombarding you yet again. If you’ve sent me a reply, I haven’t received it. Are you well? I overheard an interesting conversation today between two of the men out of Hasmal. I doubt they knew I was within earshot or they wouldn’t have spoken so freely. 

They were debating whether it is truly a heaven to walk at the Maker’s side in death, or if that is the punishment. One believed that to spend eternity bathed in the light of His gaze is the ultimate desire, while the other said that the real desire comes in the seeking. That once you have heaven, there is nothing to desire. The first man told him that’s why he’s still single. 

I agree with the first man. 

– Cullen 

P.S. – I worry I get a little too esoteric in these letters sometimes. Perhaps I should stop writing them so late at night. 

P.P.S. – Still not dawn. I long to watch the sunrise with you my love. 

***

I pray this letter finds you safe and well. I’ve seen the reports out of the Emprise. Please. Please. Be safe. Write when you can. – Cullen 

*** 

Cullen: 

I’m alright. Sorry to have worried you. I don’t know why I’m writing this. They’ve told me you’ll be here within days to inspect the progress on the Keep. But I thought at least I should answer some of your letters. 

Please, never apologize for “bombarding” me. Your letters are my small corner of peace in my travels. To see your handwriting after a long day is worth more to me than an eternity in the Maker’s light. 

As for the conversation you eavesdropped on – yes, eavesdropped, my love, don’t think I missed you trying to downplay that – I think both men are right, in a way. Desire does fade once you’ve achieved what you wanted, yes. But what replaces it is even better – peace. 

I relish the anticipation of you as much as the feel of your arms around me. Both are a kind of heaven. 

– Tess. 

[shhh-no-ones-home]

superheroes bucky barnes x reader

+++++++++

i had some music inspiration for this one and needed to get it out of my brain. so hopefully anyone still around likes this angsty bit. its not my greatest but im more than a little rusty lol

enjoy

Song: I go crazy by orla gartland

+++++++++

"Okay so do you guys wanna do another movie next week?"

Hannah said, I pulled the door open and let her walk in to the diner.

"Is something new coming out that I didn't know of?"

Katie responded, stepping past me after her.

"I think she means she just wants to get out of the house kate."

"Oh, okay."

They both turned towards the order screen and started choosing their dinners.

"Look y/n it's not that I wanna get out of the house. It's that I really don't wanna hang out with my mother all day every day. I already do that... And I miss girl time."

I rolled my eyes and stepped up to the screen to add my order.

"So our plan for every week now is gonna be movie, dinner here, we don't talk for 6 days, then repeat?"

Katie laughed.

"Guess so."

I paid and took the receipt.

"We could switch things up if that doesn't sound fun."

Hannah said, grabbing a cup out of the dispenser.

"Yeah brunch and the mall instead."

Katie quipped back, filling her own cup.

"Spending more money."

I responded, looking disapprovingly at both of them.

"We could do something free."

Hannah said, turning to find a booth to sit in.

"I don't think your idea of free is the same as ours han."

"okay then you think of something genius."

i rolled my eyes as i slid into the booth opposite her.

"i dont know, pool and getting hot guys to buy us drinks? thats free."

kate raised her brows as her attention drew to the door.

"hot guys like him."

she said quietly and hannah nodded, her mouth slightly open. i turned slowly to look at him. my mouth immediately went dry as i faced forward.

"you should go ask him out."

hannah nudged kate and i held my breath.

"youre not his type."

i said a little irritated, taking a sip of my drink.

"alright ill ask if he'll go out with you instead."

she said, standing and walking to him. i couldnt comprehend what was happening fast enough. and before i knew it she was standing next to him as he ordered. god this was going to be interesting. i hadnt seen or talked to bucky in a few months and now one of my best friends was asking him on a date for me. not that i had a choice in the matter but still. he looked over at me and i gave him a tight-lipped smile. god i wasnt going to hear the end of this if he decided to even talk to me. they seemed to chat for only a moment before kate came back to the table with a wide grin on her face.

 "so?"

hannah asked.

"well he said he was flattered, and he thinks youre very pretty."

"but?"

"but nothing."

i drew my brows, mirroring hannah.

"theres always a but. ...but hes taken ...but hes not into girls ...but he just got out of rehab and needs to get his shit together."

i snorted. no he had his shit together. more or less. and he was definitely single. 

"nope thats all he said. i think you should go talk to him."

she nodded towards be suggestively. i sighed and stood up from the booth. both girls giggle to each other.

"dont get so excited im going to go appologize."

"lame."

Kate mumbled under her breath as i started across the diner to where he was sitting; a table close to the entrance.

"if i didnt know better id say you were following me."

i said and he smiled up at me.

"mind if i sit?"

"please do."

he said and i took the seat across from him.

"your friend is a real charmer."

he said, trying to hide a laugh.

"yeah shes a real hoot."

i said annoyed.

"so, you think im cute?"

he asked jokingly and i smiled.

"definitely not."

i said sarcastically and he laughed.

"that scar on your right shoulder would say otherwise."

he said winking at me and i sent him a knowing look.

"its nice to see you too buck."

"you wanna tell em or should i?"

he asked, nodding their way. i snorted.

"if you want a chance to get laid tonight then neither."

he raised a brow and smirked at me.

"see you then."

i nodded before standing up and walking back to our table.

"well he seemed into you. did you get his number?"

hannah asked, dipping her fries in ketchup before shoving them in her mouth.

"i did not."

they both acted deflated.

"youre so boring."

kate said, sliding her milkshake closer to her.

"he was  very glad i went over there. made sure you didnt really make a fool of yourself."

she rolled her eyes at me.

"of course i didnt. he's hot and you need a man."

i picked up a fry.

"i dont need anyone."

i said before tossing it into my mouth.

"yeah, keep telling yourself that."

°°°°°°°°°

when i was finally home i sighed and and sank into the couch. i loved my girls nights but they were always tiring by the time we were done. and i was so tired i was thinking about just sleeping right there in my jeans. i didnt wanna move much less get ready for bed. going to the bar after the diner was not a good idea even though i wasnt the one drinking. 

"you look beat."

i heard a soft voice from the kitchen, turning slightly to see bucky leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"if you knew where i was tonight you would know why."

he snickered to himself.

"i did and i do. those are some partiers you hang around with."

i snorted.

"only occasionally."

he pushed off the door and walked further into the living room.

"so i take it i should leave?"

i shrugged against the couch, my shirt pulling up and exposing part of my tummy.

"not unless you dont mind doing all the work."

he sent me a look.

"wouldnt be the first time, you know what i do for work."

i smiled at him and sat up properly.

"would it be too much to just cuddle right here?"

he smiled back and walked slowly to me.

"i will gladly."

he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the chair beside the couch before sitting down. i scooted to him and he wrapped me in a tight hug against his body. he smelled just the way i remember, dark and earthy. it was comforting.

"i miss you bucky."

i mumbled into his chest, closing my eyes as i breathed deeply.

"i know. i do too."

i pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

"you could stay this time. you dont have to run away. you dont have to be somewhere to save somebody. you could just stay here with me and we could have a life together."

i was hopeful but i knew better.

"its fun while it lasts but you know im not made for this anymore. the home, the spouse, the charmed life."

i sighed and buried my face into his chest.

"but you could be. you can be whatever you want. you could be mine."

his breathing hitched and he pulled away. he looked between my eyes with a sad look behind his own.

"i love you."

"but?"

i asked sadly.

"it would kill me if you got hurt again... because of me."

i shook my head slowly.

"im retired from that life. and maybe you should consider it too."

then i heard a beeping from his phone that was all too familiar. the world needed him. and i couldnt deprive them of that. he helped people. thats just who he was.

"you know-"

"you cant. i know. but if you ever want to try again you know where to find me."

he looked at me like a beaten dog, and i slowly let him go.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too buck, go save the world."

[pwblogarchive]

November 2004

November 2, 2004

“Complaining Couldnt Touch This Kid.”

i would feel bad ever telling anyone what to do. i have thought for months what i would say or how i should act- ive thought and thought. i don’t like kerry or bush (i like kerry alot more than bush though). i am going to vote for john kerry. i won’t beg you or tell you to do anything. but if you are of voting age and are in a swing state. please think hard and make the choice that fits you best.

peter

November 3, 2004

your princess is in another castle

happyhalloween

November 3, 2004

5:47 pm

booyah

November 4, 2004

“brothers and sisters.”

the smell of fall. leaves. the weakerthans show- "the sidewalks watching me think about you". both ewok movies back to back. peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. the things they write about me versus how it really goes. the book being in my hands- how we all feel in our skin. sometimes when you're caught you just gotta throw your hands up and confess. the way you smile when you say his name like you never do with me. new songs.

peterpumpkineater

November 7, 2004

“things that mean other things always don't mean a damn thing in the scheme of things”

being home is always a rollercoaster for me. things are good, then ok, then pretty bad, then good, then bad again (not always in that order). im getting by more latley on a pair of really thick glasses and no faith in human beings. as of now i have a pro-tools situation and have been recording things, mostly just making up stuff on the go and seeing how it turns out. so far its fun. ive had a lot of my mind as of latley, just how there's so much good that turns straight to bad and im always like this the night before i leave. certain things are constant struggles for me but i keep fighting them and i dont know why sometimes when i end up feeling wrecked, but i guess my brain is trying to tell me that the few struggles i take on are worth fighting. i dunno anymore. i hope so though, because no one should feel unhappy like i do at a time like this. im not unhappy with my life, just unhappy with an aspect of it. otherwise things are pretty ok. i took my dog ben on a walk today and he was running around a lot. i picked him up a few times though he is getting far too large for that and will so be too heavy. i saw some of my friends today, not everyone that i wanted to or everyone as long as i would like to. but the people i spent my time with were more than worthy of it. the one thing that bugs me about going away for long periods of time is when i get home i feel like everything has changed around me to a degree where i cant keep up. like im a step behind every time i get home. eh, late night thoughts.

November 11, 2004

“drop it like its hot”

The day spent dreading flying. I am scared to fly for some reason. Make it to las vegas. Our flight to l.a. Was cancelled. Drove from vegas to l.a. Began working on the songs. Me and patrick are sharing an apartment here, so are joe and andy. Its like old times. The weather is amazing. There are so many good shows here. Went to over it. Gonna try and see morrissey in a couple of days. Hung out with my friend kate from the fight. She's rad. We went up on muholand drive and saw the entire city. It made me feel like I couldn't breathe. She says the word "vitamins" funny cause she's british. She also say the word "safe" a lot and calls sneakers trainers. Their record comes out next week. I command you to buy it. I miss home but this record is going to be worth it. I promise. Its going to make you think about things in a new way.

Sorry for the boring journal entry. I realize I didn't get the closure I wanted from take this to your grave. This record will have the most brutally honest words I have ever written.

That's all. Lets get hitched and grow old.

Peterpan

November 14, 2004

“I've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your fucking mouth”

We've got about 23 songs right now. Were gonna cut it down and figure them out. Its strange staying in one place for so long. If you're watching tv tommorrow- we snuck some tickets for the american music awards- I'm sure well be like a million rows back but well try to start a fight or spill a drink on someone famous on camera so you can get a laugh. I'm sure they'll never let us stop by again...

Peterpumpkineater

November 15, 2004

“finally an entry that doesnt involve joe's general tso's chicken”

the AMAs were less than interesting as i am sure anyone who watched knows. ana nicole smith was fucking faded as hell. it was like watching a blondehaired trainwreck. walked onto the red carpet by accident but we are so unfamous that we didn't even get in trouble. got to eat good food and people watch at stupid parties. hung out with my buddy chad and some kids. watched kanye west with like thirty other people- kanye west is amazing. im getting pretty sleepy. maybe ill think of something better in the morning.

im

just

out

of

chances

p

November 15, 2004

we only do it for the attention.

I'm just a broken emo record.

Time to retreat to other areas.

You know where to find. Or maybe you don't.

me and patrick are gonna go cry and hold hands.

Wink. Smile.

Peter

November 17, 2004

4:16 pm

“after the party theres the hotel lobby”

yeahyeahyeah. we're becoming so l.a. psyche! anyway. i dont have much to say except the weather is radical here. after our chicago metro show on dec 29- we're gonna have an after party and prescreen the release the bats dvd- maybe youll hear about it and stop by. youll laugh. youll cry.

laterskater

November 24, 2004

“its too bad you only look so goddamned beautiful when you're crying your eyes out”

i am going to do a better update soon. but just to say- the recording is coming along. andy is almost done with drums. his hair is so flowing. like a pony. nyc was amazing as usual. we have some suprises coming up. (if you don't like suprises than you also probably don't like saturdays, palm trees, puppies, ice cream, first kisses, etc). fuse was fun. thanks for coming out and hanging out, i felt pretty dorky and was a glad there were some people there. im sorry i had to leave right from there to my plane, so i am sorry i couldn't stick around and hang out. we'll be there all day on dec. 26th to make up for it. also, it was definitely weird being anywhere with out the rest of the band so don't expect too much of that. we are attatched at the hip.

you can get "the boy with the thorn in his side" at select hottopic's starting this week. if yours doesn't have it, ask them to order it for you.

more later. peter

oh yeah to the girl who gave me the signed morrissey picture and jetted before i could thank, THANK YOU.

November 26, 2004

their eyes are like pills. its funny. the blue ones take to you down. the brown ones pick you up. it doesn't even make a whole lot of sense looking back on it now. there are a couple of sets of eyes that are like bookmarks in life. they are there to mark the chapters. highlights so you pay attention to the changes. dogeared pages. the way she looked at me the first time- all the blood ran out of me. with the biggest eyes. that trusted and believed and dreamed and hoped and lived. so i blinked. i faked like i couldnt tell. i was always so goddamned scared to see my own flaws reflected on them. and i cant count the times i crushed them. and you realize that they will never look up at you the same.

i cant blame you for giving up on me.

join the club.

i have a lifetime membership.

- petey

November 28, 2004

“professor murder”

ok so my new shoes are kind of bad looking. but i like them. both are dunks. one are lowtops and pretty much are bears colors, the others are high tops and are white and blue. i own way more than 5 bad pairs of shoes. i own about 11 that only i enjoy and are not here to impress anyone. they know i love them and i let them know that at least once a day. maybe ill take a group picture of them for you if i get around to it. what i really wanted to say is im sorry i got into xbox so late, but i just wanted everyone to know that just because i started play knights of the old republic 4 days ago doesn't mean i haven't almost beaten it yet. because im just that close. and i made sure to buy the new lord of the rings rpg for such cases where i will need a new video game. but when kotor2 comes out, i will be learning so many force powers you'll wish the force was with you too. but its not. its mostly with me. my dog gets to have some too cause he can jump really high and can still be picked up even though he is teetering on 70 pounds at only 5 months. good job ben! you're growing up! he's probably more a dark jedi because he still nips a little and thinks it's real cool to pee when he gets excited. sorry ben, not cool my friend. just funny. anyhoo, its been a while since ive given a list of what i currently enjoy. here is such a list:

music:

owen-i do perceive

aloha-here comes everyone

pig destroyer-terrifyer

brian wilson-smile

interpol-antics

isis-panopticon

tusk-tree of no return

frank zappa-broadway the hard way

video games:

star wars knights of the old republic-xbox

lord of the rings the third age-ps2

star wars jedi academy II-xbox

grand theft auto san andreas-ps2

dvds:

aqua teen season 3

home movies season 1

arrested development season 1

star wars 2: clone wars

tv:

tom goes to the mayor

internet:

yahoo mail

food:

chicken in most any form

[finelinevogue]

distant promises

summary - Bucky has been on a mission for a long time and you miss him

warnings: insomnia, long-distance relationship, swearing, Christmas sadness (only slightly)

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader

word count: 2k

Bucky had been gone for 6 months now.

He was currently on a mission in the French Alps, taking down some military base that had connections to HYDRA. The mission meant a lot to him, not thanks to having been tested on and tortured with over a multitude of years. It had taken him a while to be comfortable with who he was and rid himself of the Winter Soldier. You could see him coming accepting himself for who he truly was more each day. He wasn't afraid of who he was anymore and it was an honour to have helped him through that. 

It was currently 1 in the morning and you still had yet to fall asleep. You had been finding it harder and harder to fall asleep as the months went by without Bucky. It certainly didn't help that you were taking extra shifts at Starbucks, in order to pay off some debts you owed to banks and Bucky. 

Bucky kept telling you to cut back on the shifts and let him pay off some of your debts you owed him too much already that you couldn’t justify anymore. 

So insomnia it was.

You honestly couldn't think of what you'd done to deserve him.

You honestly couldn't think of what you'd done to deserve him.

Turning in bed to check your phone, you started scrolling through your Instagram to like photos on your dashboard. There were some pictures of friends who were out clubbing, singing Christmas songs at the top of their lung. There were also some celebrities posting magazine shoots and as always there were the cat accounts that you religiously followed.

You were scrolling and liking for about ten minutes before you had an incoming call from Bucky.

"Hey Buck." You sounded surprised that he'd called you. Normally it was too risky to call since he didn’t want anyone to track his phone and give away his location, but here he was.

"Hi babe." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"What's up?" You asked as you snuggled further under the warmth of your fresh, clean, duvet.

"I saw you were active on Instagram, but I know it’s really early morning where you are so I just wanted to make sure everything is okay?" 

Knowing that Bucky kept tabs on what time it was where you were was just one of the small things he did which meant a whole lot more than anything his money could buy you. 

"Yeah everything's good.” Buck stayed silent as you answered, knowing there was more to it. “It’s, um, just that I wish you were here with me." 

"Oh darling, I miss you so much. I promise you it won't be long before I see you next." Now it was your turn to remain silent. "Y/N? Please don't cry darling." 

“Sorry.” You sniffled, getting yourself worked up over something so trivial.

"Hey, no. Don’t apologise. I have to go really soon love, but I'm not going to hang up until I know you're alright."

"No need to worry about me Buck. I'll be alright." You tried to say as happily as possible, but you knew Bucky would catch on that what you were saying was far from the truth. 

"Babe, you know I worry about you constantly." He laughed.

“Like literally ALL the time.” You heard Sam shout in the background, making you laugh.

"Is Sam there?" You asked Bucky.

“Yeah. Y’wanna say hi?”

"Mhm." 

"Y/N I can’t deal with this emotional softie anymore." Sam said without a hello.

“Emotional softie? Are we sure we’re talking about the same man?” You teased Bucky, knowing that he most likely had you on speaker phone.

“The bionic-dude right?” Sam made himself laugh and you heard a grunt from what sounded like Bucky punching Sam. You rolled your eyes over their stupid playfulness, before Bucky came back to the phone.

"Yeah, that's enough of that.”

“Surprised you two have kept each other alive.” You laughed to Bucky, eyes feeling heavier now that you’d safely heard from him.

“Barely.” You shuffled again in bed. “Okay darling, I have to go now. As much as I don't want to I'm gonna have to love you and leave you. Just promise me you'll try and get some sleep?"

“As long as you promise to come home for Christmas.”

"I promise." 

“Then I promise too.”

"I love you." Bucky just kissed the microphone to make it sound like he was really kissing you. You kissed yours back and you both stayed on the phone for another minute as you wrapped up your goodbye, before you attempted some better sleep.

•••••

Needless to say, when you woke up the next morning you felt awful.

There was still no surprise Bucky waking up next to you. There was a lack of smell on his side of the bed where he should be sleeping. There was no mess on his side of the room or whistling from a silly tune he’d make up. 

It was going to be another day without him and with only a few days until Christmas, you were starting to lose hope on spending it with him. 

Your scheduled alarm went off at 7am for your morning shift. You aspired to open up your own cafe one day and so you wanted to get the knowledge of how business operates and be able to tackle customer experience first hand. That’s why you worked in Starbucks. You were also taking an online degree in finance and business, to help you for when you open your cafe.

You got ready by putting on your black jeans and the Starbucks t-shirt. You threw on your basic vans and grabbed your bag before going out the front door to work. Starbucks was about a 30 minute walk from your shared house. Normally Bucky would drive you, because that's the gentleman he is, but because he hasn't been here you've been walking to work. It’s mostly a pleasant walk, but you hate having so much time to yourself and your thoughts.

Your manager told you that you'd be managing the shop floor today, meaning you had to give all the employees individual jobs, whilst help make the drinks and also be in charge of the tills’ money. It was going to be a stressful, but worth the experience. 

Plus, anything to keep your mind off Bucky and how he was doing

It had been about 2 hours into your shift and you'd managed to get through with no complaints, so you’d given yourself a break. You weren’t feeling hungry just yet though, so you just got a cappuccino and went into the back office for your 20 minute break.

Not even 3 minutes into your break one of the employees came in.

"Hi Y/N. Sorry to disturb you but there's a customer out front who wants a manager to complain to." 

This was a reason why you didn’t want to be a manager all the time, because you were really bad for getting upset when someone shouted at you. 

"Ok. Thanks Nina. I'll be there in 2 seconds." You wiped your hand around your mouth to make sure there's no froth left behind and then went back out front. "Nina, where are they?" You asked her, as you couldn't see anyone obvious who looked like they wanted to complain.

"Umm..." She scanned the room. "Oh, that gentleman sat by the window over there." She pointed to a man who had his hoodie slightly pulled up and was looking out the window. 

Walking over, you wiped your clammy hands on your red apron because as much as you put on a brave face sometimes social interactions gave you anxiety. You took a deep breathe before being prepared to get screamed at. Why anyone would want to scream and shout this close to Christmas you didn’t understand. Where was the Christmas joy? 

"Hi. I'm Y/N. My colleague said you had a complaint?" You asked politely. 

"Yeah I just wanted to complain that this cup of coffee is not nearly as good as the one that my girlfriend makes at home. So, why is that?" He turned around to you and took down the hood from his head and sunglasses off to look directly at you.

You took a step back, reaching for the counter to support yourself from fainting in disbelief.

Bucky was in your Starbucks making a "complaint".

You covered your face with your hands as you sunk down to the floor crying. You were so shocked that he was actually here that you didn't even know how to act. He laughed at as he stood up from his chair and slowly walked over to where you were crouched down on the floor.

You stood up and looked around to see customers and colleagues smiling and Nina was filming the whole thing. "You knew! Oh for fuck sake!" You cry-laughed, as you pointed at Nina.

"Surprise?" 

You just shook your head. You could hear Bucky laughing at the whole situation - a laugh that you'd missed more than you'd allowed yourself to believe.

"Do I not get an ecstatic run, jump and a hug from my girlfriend?" Bucky joked, holding his arms wide open for you to be engulfed in.

"You're a knob!" You joked at him, shaking your head because you couldn't get over he was actually in front of you.

"Sam said you'd say that!" 

You slapped your hand on your forehead when you actually realised what was going on. "What the actual fuck? You're really here?"

"I'm worried it's taken you this long to realise it, darling!" His arms were still wide open. 

You laughed as you ran and jumped into his warm and loving embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, whilst he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist to support you from falling. You started to cry again whilst inhaling his sweet cinnamon scent. He just smelt like home. "I'm going to have go on missions more often if it means I can surprise you like this!" He said, but you were too busy crying over the fact your best friend was back in your arms.

"You're actually here." You whispered into his neck.

"I am, love. I am right here." He whispered back to you, pressing a multitude of kisses to the side of your face. "I'm always going to be here." You didn't care that he was being the stereotypical smushy boyfriend, right now you were just glad you were back with each other.

You let each other go. Bucky wiped your tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed your forehead.

"I've still got like 2 hours of my shift left." You said, wondering what he's going to do now.

"Yeah, fuck no. I spoke to your manager and she was more than happy for you to go home early. With me, obviously." 

"Really?" Your eyes lit up over the thought of spending the rest of the day glued next to him.

"Let's go home and get some well deserved sleep for a change." He took your hand and squeezed it, just once more for reassurance that he was home with you.

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surprise attack hugs! [omori.]

alt. title; surprising the RL!Sextet (6) by hugging them when they're least expecting it.

warnings/tws; suggestive-spoilers during MARI's part.

req. by; none

chars. used; HERO, MARI, SUNNY, AUBREY, BASIL, KEL.

song of the day; Hug Me - Pharrell Williams & Trey Parker

a/n's; yes i used a despicable me song, what are you gonna do about it? also, platonic or romantic? up to you to decide.

by continuing from this point on you understand that it is your fault if you see any opinions that you do not agree with and that make you mad. you will not take it out on me or anyone else who enjoys/agrees with them, and you especially will not do anything illegal/dangerous to them or myself.

images do not belong to me and belong to their rightful owners.

HERO.

i couldn't find a header for him D:

Ah yes, that one man who always seems to have nearly everything under control... but he really doesn't.

He's quite easy to fluster, as long as you know how to.

It's quite funny and ironic, actually. He's flirtatious with those he's close with (and has nearly the same age with.)

He never misses a beat, but when he does, it's usually 'cause he's either stressed or thinking about something.

Either way, that is your time to strike!

Hug him from behind as he's thinking and he'll jump out of surprise.

He'll whip his head towards you, already blushing also out of surprise.

Give him a wink and a smug smile, and he'll be hiding his flushing-red face behind his hands, mumbling god-knows-what in them.

Pull him closer to you and dude will pass the fuck out.

He has no idea how to respond, and you haven't even said anything yet.

(if you do say something, whisper it in his ear, it'll make him explode.)

in the end, he's frozen stiff in your arms.

if you let go for some odd reason, the "effects" don't immediately wear off, but give him a minute or two. or three. maybe four.

well however long, he'll probably still be blushing 'till the day's over.

he's so cute grrr

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MARI.

woah how'd you catch her off-guard???

like????

she always seem(ed)s to be ready for everything

so when you manage to give her a surprise hug, she's obviously not prepared for it.

just dont do it by the stairs.

she'll turn around rather quickly, so you'd better be holding on before you fall down!

if you don't fall down, great! she can easily hug you back, just 10x harder <3

if you do fall down, worry not! the great MARI will catch you!

probably catches you in one of those dip-like positions you see in dance moves or those dramatic romance movie scenes

if so,

expect kisses <333 (w/ consent ofcofc,, she's a respectful queen <333)

then she'll help you up and hug you tighter

probably says somethings like 'oh my, you startled me darling! next time please give me a warning!'

all in all, respectful and pretty queen<333

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SUNNY.

waaah i couldn't find a header for him either :(

dude is spacing out every 30 seconds,,, you can easily surprise hug him nearly 98% of the time

just run up behind him, and hug him!!

it's that simple

my dude probably jumps, flinches, and stiffs up in that order

just be like 'surprise, it's me!!' and he'll calm down.

turns around and owlishly blinks at you a couple of times

then he turns back around, small blush covering his cheeks

dude's temperature went from -34°F to 150°C /hj

naur cause dude barely had any body warmth 'till you hugged him

probably gonna stay inside your arms for a bit longer.

he can't help it!! you're just so warm!!

it's your fault for hugging him in the first place!!

just let him indulge in the moment for a bit <3

dont let him fall asleep though, 'cause he will, and then you're stuck there 'till he wakes up again.

lmao tough luck

but hey

at least he's happy.

for once.

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AUBREY.

OH EM GEE GIRLBOSS PUSSY SLAY QUEEN???

OFF-GUARD?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?

WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS??? (the power of plot, baby /hj)

just like

make sure that before you hug her

she's not ready to attack you with her bat

'cause that'll hurt like a fothermucker

so if she isn't ready to commit 30 charges of aggravated assault and 27 acts of public disruption, go for it!

don't aim for the neck tho lolol

she'll probably throw you off by spinning around so fast

so like

hug her by the stomach/waist

and pull her close

and then

GERMAN SUPLEX

and then put your head on her shoulder, and whisper a small 'hi'

her face is almost as pink as her hair

and you've only said one word

lord help her she is such a tsundere

she'll just like

freeze up for a second

and if you're doing this in front of her friends???

lord expect a really long scolding

even though it's more yelling than scolding

eh, whatever

but doing it in private is your best option

she'll just look away and pat your arm a bit

you two are then left alone in comfortable silence <333

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BASIL.

bestie he will pass out out of pure fear /hj

but after he realizes it's you,, he'll just be flustered

i mean, he could never even imagine having the courage to do that to someone

especially not you /pos..???

but that's just him

back to the point,,,

you,, are hugging,,, him,,, willingly???

he's so confused

he doesnt know why but

he still likes it anyways

he'll let out a nervous laugh before giving your arm(s) a little squish

in return for the hug, ofc

he knows its not much but

it's still something

and something is better than nothing!!

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KEL.

i was too lazy to find a real header😋

yeah this man

he loves hugs

but surprise hugs,,,

he will marry you if he gets these at least once a day

i mean, how could he not?

his love/crush is willingly hugging him, and as a surprise!!

who doesn't love surprises????

he does, for sure, and if you do creep up and hug him

he'd be elated!

he'll spin around and hug you right back immediately!

just be careful if it's after he finishes playing basketball

he'll probably be sweaty

like

really

sweaty

and stinky

so be prepared!!!

but overall, hug him as much as you want, he just loooovesss hugs in general!

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aftermath - bucky barnes x reader

There's a room in a hotel in New York City That shares our fate and deserves our pity I don’t want to remember it all, The promises I made, if you just hold on. - twin skeletons by fall out boy

Plot: Five years since her boyfriend Bucky Barnes got blipped and disappeared along with half of the world, Y/N still finds herself trying to pick up the pieces and deal with her new life alone. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, nightmares, and the reader seeing and hearing things that aren’t really there. It’s angsty but with a happy ending. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know.  A/N: This is one of my fave (and in my mind, one of the most underrated) Fall Out Boy songs, so I wanted to write something inspired by it. And here we are!

“Yes, Tony I know. I’m in my hotel room now…. No, I won’t have a late night. I know we’re up early tomorrow.…Yes, I promise. Okay, bye.” Hanging up the phone, Y/N sighs with relief as she kicks her heels off. After the stressful day she’s had, she’s ready to soak in the bath, order some room service and relax. As a personal assistant slash PR person for the Avengers (and now an occasional babysitter for Morgan), Y/N has followed along to every press conference and government meeting across the world. And ever since the Blip wiped out most of the population five years ago, Tony and the rest of the surviving Avengers have been in high demand. Both as the only ones able to save the world, and as the only ones who have a chance of bringing everyone else back. Which also means that she’s extremely busy too. This past week, she’s had to go to about five different press conferences and twice as many meetings. And that’s not even including all the TV interviews.

Yet even though she feels like she’s being pulled in multiple directions, part of her is glad to be spending so many nights in hotels, away from her home. Ever since her boyfriend Bucky Barnes was blipped, her home has been so empty and quiet. All being at home does is remind her of just how lonely she is, and how much she misses Bucky. Of course, she’s always alone in her hotel rooms, but at least she’s not surrounded by photos of her, Bucky and their friends. She doesn’t have to stare at their smiling faces and remember the good times, and how they’ll never happen again now that they’re gone.

But at least now she can finally get some much needed rest before it’s time to do it all over again tomorrow. Y/N honestly does love her job, especially getting to spend her time with such a…varied mix of characters, but there’s one part of it she loves most of all. That it’s where she met Bucky. They met on her first assignment, tasked with reintegrating the reformed assassin into modern life, and ensuring he was ready to become the Avenger everyone wanted him to be. Despite their original apprehensions towards each other, she was smitten with the super soldier from the beginning. And from what Bucky told her after they started dating, he was just as smitten with her, too. From there, the rest was history. Bucky came to visit her as much as he could (which turned out to be every day he wasn’t on a mission) under the guise of helping her with her work, even though everyone knew it was just to spend time with her. Not that anyone ever stopped him, though. Those were the best days. The ones where she got to hang out with her boyfriend and call it working. 

Y/N’s eyes glance down at the ring on her finger. It’s small and simple: a silver band with a small diamond set in the middle. Some might find its simplicity embarrassing, yet Y/N adores it. Bucky gave her the ring before he and the others went off to fight Thanos. He told her it was to symbolise their love for each other, how he thought of her constantly while he was away, and that he would always come back to her. When she got it, Y/N almost burst into tears. She was so full of love for Bucky, and she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. When he’d get back, they’d start planning their future together. 

Only this time, he never returned. And now, he might never come back. As emotion overtakes herself once more, Y/N wills herself not to cry, even though she knows it’s impossible. Besides, what else are you supposed to do when your boyfriend’s gone?

In the first two years after the Blip, Y/N still had high hopes that Bucky was alive and would be back. She used to stay up every night, waiting for a phone call or the sound of their front door opening, signifying his return. Because whenever Bucky was away, even if he was late, he would always phone or get someone else to contact her. Yet as time went on with no sightings or other reappearances, Y/N slowly lost hope that he’d come back. After all, there’s only so many nights you can stay awake for hours, waiting on a call that never comes, or scouring through your mail, looking for the handwriting that you know by heart. Of course, Y/N still has hope he’ll be back, but since it’s been five years with no word from any of them, her hopes have faded into almost nothing. 

Y/N has tried her best to keep an open mind, because she knows Tony and the others are doing their best to fix everything. After all, she’s had to sit through multiple meetings and draft endless reports about the surviving Avengers’ plans to fix the mess Thanos left. Still though, a part of her wants to cry and scream at every single one of them, to demand where Bucky is and why they haven’t found him or the others until her throat is hoarse and her voice is gone. Of course, she knows it’s not their fault, but she has to let out all her pain and anger somehow. And more often than not, Y/N wishes she was the one who disappeared instead of Bucky.

Once her bath water has finished running, Y/N peels herself out of her clothes and lowers her body into the water, sighing happily as the warm water laps around her skin. As she relaxes, letting out all the stress of the past few days, her mind drifts back to happier times. Bucky always used to love undressing her and joining her in the bath. He especially loved running the cool metal of his arm down her back and pressing it against her to cool her down as he massaged her body wash into her skin. Even imagining the sensation is enough for her body to heat up. She closes her eyes, and suddenly, she feels Bucky’s cool touch against her once more. Shivers run across her body, spreading all the way to her fingertips. “Mmm….” She murmurs. The sensation is soon followed by the warmth of their bodies pressing against each other, and the feeling of him kissing her shoulders and neck, leaving no part of her skin untouched. It’s as if he never left. “Bucky….” she breathes. It’s the first time in years that she’s said his name. She forgot how nice his name sounds in her voice. After so long without him, it’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard.

Yet when no reply comes, Y/N opens her eyes. For a moment, she expects Bucky to be there, the same smile on his face. Ready to tell her he loves her and to pull her close for another kiss. But of course, he’s not there, and Y/N realises she was just imagining things again. Her mind likes to do that: torturing her by immersing her in her happy memories with Bucky, keeping her in a tight enough grasp to make her believe they’re real this time. And then, just as she’s about to reach out and touch him, to pull him back to her…the true reality hits her and she’s alone again. This time, she’s sitting in a lukewarm bath in a hotel room after her friends and co-workers failed to find her boyfriend and friends again. As the full realisation dawns, an anguished sob finally escapes Y/N’s lips. The sob that she’s been trying to hide from everyone for the past five years, so the Avengers didn’t lose hope or feel even more guilty. But now, the full extent of her grief and guilt is released, as are all her unshed tears. As the flood of tears streams down her cheeks, Y/N grips the sides of the bath, trying to keep herself upright as her body shakes. She's crying so hard she can barely breathe, and she soon begins to hyperventilate. By this point, she’s sure most of the hotel can hear her sobs, but she can’t stop herself anymore.

She lays there for what feels like hours, crying for the love she lost, and the future they can’t have together until the bath water is freezing cold. Even then, it takes her a while to find the strength to get out. Her legs almost give way when she stands and as she wraps a towel against her still shaking body. Once she’s finally ready for bed, she makes her way back through to the bedroom, ready for another sleepless night.

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A Few Weeks Later

“Are you sure about this?” Y/N asks, watching the Avengers busy themselves before their next attempt to defeat Thanos. In all honesty, she doesn’t fully understand their plan. All she really knows is they’re using time travel to go back and save the others. As they continue to pack and prepare, Y/N can feel the anxious pit growing in her stomach. The last time she said goodbye before a mission, she ended up losing so much, including the love of her life. Who’s she going to lose this time?

“Not really. But we’re going to try, anyway.” Steve admits, laughing awkwardly. But despite his attempts to seem optimistic, she can see uncertainty and grief behind his eyes. Steve does that a lot, she’s noticed. Since the Blip, he’s done it even more. Hiding behind his Captain America persona, the symbol of hope and bravery, hoping that it masks his fear and that he doesn’t have to talk about his true feelings, or the amount of loss he’s been through. After all, it’s not just her who’s lost Bucky. 

“Steve….” Y/N begins, but he cuts her off with a wave of his hand, signifying that he’s okay. Or perhaps it’s just to tell her not to ask him if he’s okay, because he doesn’t know the answer to that anymore. But then again, neither does she. 

“Well, I think we’re ready to go.” Steve announces, receiving comms on his earpiece. Immediately, Y/N rushes forward, pulling him into a tight hug. He gasps slightly, letting out an “Oof!” but accepts the hug nevertheless. “What’s this for?” When she pulls back, Steve notices the tears in her eyes.

“Bring him back for me, alright? Please?” She whispers. With a sigh, Steve nods.

“I’ll do my best.” Before she can say anything more, a voice sounds:

“Ooh, are we doing goodbye hugs? Can I get one?” Wiping her eyes, Y/N giggles. 

“Yes Scott. Of course you can.” Then, after a round of hugs and well wishes, the Avengers are off to save the world again. And Y/N is alone once more. As time goes on and on with no news, the wait becomes more and more unbearable. Especially since, as their PR person, everyone keeps asking her for information that she doesn’t have. All she can do is reassure people that they’re trying their best, and should be back soon, hoping that it is actually soon, and that there won’t be another five years of loss and grief.

One day, a few weeks after the Avengers left, Y/N sits alone in her office, working through her emails. The door opens, and she sighs. “If that’s another request for comment, stick it with the others. My answer is the same as it always is: no, I don’t know when they’ll be back.” She orders, not looking up from her laptop screen. Instead, though, a voice says:

“Y/N?” The same voice that she’s missed hearing for five years. 

The same voice she hears in her dreams and nightmares every night.

The same voice she’s longed to hear in person ever since it left her five years ago.

The voice of Bucky Barnes. 

Immediately, Y/N’s head snaps up. Bucky stands in the doorway. He looks just the same as he did when he left, his shoulder length hair falling around his face and his metal arm glinting in the light. Y/N gasps, and slowly, she gets up, walking towards him. Despite her hope though, and that she’s been waiting years for this day, she’s been so used to disappointment, to her visions of Bucky being nothing more than a daydream, that at first she thinks it’s still a cruel trick by her mind. “No. No, it can’t be. I’m still dreaming. I have to be. It’s always just a dream.” She pinches her skin delicately, expecting to be awoken from her dream and be alone again. When that doesn’t work, she furrows her brows. “Bucky? Is it really you?” she asks, and Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. 

“No, you’re not dreaming. Hey love.” Love. Dream Bucky never calls her that. Still, Y/N reaches out and touches his chest. Even though she can see each breath and even feel the faint murmur of his heartbeat through his shirt, she still wants to make sure that he’s real. After all, she’s experienced more than enough heartbreak by dreaming about holding Bucky again, then waking up and expecting to see him by her side, only to be met with disappointment. She touches practically every inch of his face, tracing over every mark and freckle. She even runs her fingers through his hair, twirling brunette strands around her fingers. Bucky stands there and lets her do it, understanding how important this is to her. Then, her eyes study his face. His lips are just as pink as they’ve always been, still so kissable. And his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. They’re just the same blue she remembers. Because he is the same Bucky Barnes. She’s not dreaming this time. Bucky’s really back.

“It is you.” She whispers, immediately starting to cry. “You’re back! You came back to me! You’re alive, you’re here, you’re-” She cuts herself off with a sob. Bucky lifts his hands, cupping her chin and wiping away her tears, even though his own tears are falling too. 

“When I was away from you for so long, it tore me up inside. All I could think about was you and if you were safe. I didn’t care what happened to me, I just wanted you to be alright.. I missed you so much.” He glances down at the ring on her finger, and he smiles widely. “You’re still wearing it.” He gasps.

“Of course I am. I love you Bucky. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Still grinning, Bucky traces a finger along her jawline, making her moan softly. 

“God, I’ve missed that noise.” He murmurs, before leaning in closer and kissing her. At first, he kisses her just as softly as before. However, their pent up grief and heartbreak is quickly released, and the kiss deepens, so much so that when they stop, both are giddy and breathless.

“Bucky…please don’t take so long to come back to me next time.” The pair giggle. 

“You won’t have to worry about that, Y/N. I will never leave you again. I promise.” He pecks her lips again. “I’m yours forever.”

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Bruce Wayne x Amab Reader

cw. male reader, awkward flirting, fluff, reader is also a hero/has powers

This was a bad idea. This was a very, very bad idea. Bruce watched Y/N over the top of the menu, as he was obliviously picking out what variation on a burger and fries he wanted. This was one of Y/N’s favorite restaurants, a little hole-in-the-wall burger place that Bruce was pretty sure only got through its health department inspections because it catered mostly to Metropolis PD. But if he was going to ask Y/N out, he wanted to put him in a good mood first.

So greasy burgers it was.

Y/N hummed along to the Elvis song playing on the jukebox. If it were anyone else, Bruce would have been grinding his teeth by this point, but since it’s him? he found it endearing. He’d only planned things out up to this point. He had no idea how he was actually going to go from Hey, Y/N, want to get lunch today? by the way, you maybe also want to go out on a date sometime? He'd long ago discovered that one of Y/N’s superpowers was flustering him, and he was half-sure he was going to mess up anything he tried to say.

The only line that popped into his head was, Are you sure you’re not from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.

He mentally winced and promised himself he would stop spending so much time with Grayson.

“So what’s up?” Y/N looked at him expectantly. Apparently, he’d already decided on food. Bruce hadn’t even read the menu yet, and the waitress (decked out in a polyester Halloween-costume version of a 50’s soda fountain girl) was approaching. He had no idea what to order, or what to say to Y/N, and so ended up just staring at him like an idiot.

Y/N looked back down at his menu, almost ashamedly. “I know what this is about."

“You do?” His heart stopped in his chest. Y/N wasn’t smiling anymore. His expression was quite sour, in fact. Bruce fiddled with the wrapper on his straw so he had something to do with his hands, and tried to keep his face neutral. Did Y/N really know that Bruce was about to ask him out? And he didn’t feel the same way? Well, this is definitely awkward. Bruce had certainly dealt with worse things than romantic rejection before. Maybe if he played it cool they could laugh it off, and Y/N would go back to being friendly without them missing a beat.

Y/N took a deep breath, and spread out his hands on the table, like he was about to break bad news. Bruce’s hands clenched. “I’m sorry I let Dick use the Javelin without your permission, and helped him cover it up when he crashed it. I’ll help you build a new one.”

Bruce’s heart resumed its normal activity. “You two broke the Javelin?”

“You didn’t know?”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering how he had ever thought this would work. “If I were angry with you, we wouldn’t be in this shithole restaurant.”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “I like this restaurant.”

“Exactly, Y/N!” Bruce waved his hands at the menu. “If I’d picked a restaurant based on what would please me, we wouldn’t be somewhere that calls French fries a vegetable.”

The waitress glanced at them and backed away, probably deciding she could wait a little longer to take their order.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Then, what’s this about?”

Bruce closed his eyes for just a moment and decided it was best to rip the band-aid off quickly. “I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner.”

“You asked me to lunch to ask me to dinner?” Now Y/N just looked confused. His left eye squinted a bit, the way he did when he was deciding whether someone was just being odd or if there was something more nefarious going on. Bruce kicked himself for finding it adorable. So not the time.

“Not the meal itself,” he said, like that cleared things up. “You know…dinner.”

Y/N squinted harder.

Bruce wondered why he had to be in love with someone who was so infuriatingly dense at times. “Dinner. Like…” he paused to unclench his jaw “…a date.”

Y/N’s face went blank, and Bruce started planning out the least embarrassing and fastest exit plan. Breaking a window was probably not appropriate, unfortunately. Then Y/N grinned like he was a little kid who’d just been told that Christmas was tomorrow. “Yes. Yes! But--I thought you weren’t interested.”

Now Bruce was the one squinting. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I came over a couple of weeks ago, you didn’t seem interested at all.”

A couple of weeks ago? Bruce tried to figure out what the hell Y/N was talking about. “You mean when you showed up in Gotham and followed me around on patrol? That was supposed to be a date?”

“I brought pizza.”

“Pizza does not mean it’s a date. Pizza is barely even food.”

Y/N shook his head in mock sadness. “If we’re going to start dating, you’re going to have to learn to not denigrate the food of my American heritage.”

“Burgers and pizza are nobody’s heritage, Y/N."

Y/N sighed like he was imminently disappointed, but his eyes glinted. “There you go again.”

Bruce pointed to the menu. “If I order a hamburger and fries, will that make you happy?”

Y/N smiled again. “Why, I could kiss you.” Then, dropping his voice to a sultry bedroom voice that Bruce had not even known he possessed, he added, “Right here, even.”

Bruce blinked in shock, and then quickly raised the menu so that Y/N wouldn’t see him blush. On the other side of the table, Y/N started chuckling. Damn x-ray vision. Well, Y/N would pay for that later. He already had plenty of ideas as to how.

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Memories (anyone x anyone)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Memories by Conan Gray  ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯  ↺ Masterlist ‖ Song Link ≫ “The Library” Server Link! summary: he wishes she would stay in his memories; a messy break up resurfacing this can be read with literally anyone! so :))) im obsessed with this song currently soooo,,, i hope u like it :)

“One, two It's been a couple months That's just about enough time For me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures Now I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a while”

He smiles to himself as he glances around the now empty room, once home to endless meetings attended and e-mails sent. Now it was empty and everything that was in it is now stuffed away into the moving box in the hallway.

Shutting the door behind him, he glances at the overturned picture frame placed on the top of the office supplies. Sighing, he picks up the picture frame and slides down to sit on the floor outside his old office. A picture that previously triggered the downfall of tears at the expense of what could have been, now set-off a nostalgic feeling of what had been.

Him and her, the dynamic duo. The picture was a sloppy selfie taken on his phone, pictured the both of them eating strawberry frozen yogurt in her car. He remembers that day with an abnormal amount of clarity.

She had urged him to pull over to the side of the highway in order to enjoy the frozen yogurt. He moved to tell her that they were almost home anyway, but the glint in her adventure-ridden eyes made him shut his mouth. So, he pulled over and ate his frozen yogurt to the sound of her laughs at his occasional joke. He had decided, in that moment, that he loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and buy a house together in the suburbs, adopt 3 cats, get married, and live the best life they could.

Unfortunately, not all works out to plan. His idea of their future clashed with her own. She was a free soul who wanted to travel the world and live new experiences, not settle down and chain herself to a life she might hate.

So, they agreed to split apart. At first, it was tough - hands wavering over the call button, sobs echoing through the house, and cutting of polaroid pictures.

Now, he’s moved on. He’s got a job three states over. He’s proud of himself for moving on. He missed this feeling.

He knows he’ll find someone else.

“It's late, I hear the door Bell ringing and it's pouring I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog”

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the ring of the doorbell pierce through the sound of the rain pouring onto his roof. He rushes to the door, the picture frame long forgotten.

He swings the door open, expecting his friend or even his mother, but is met with brown eyes.

He’s seen these eyes before. He’s seen them on late-night FaceTime calls and on dates in fancy restaurants.

He’s almost scared to break eye contact because he doesn’t want to believe it’s her. But when he does eventually see that it’s her, he softly smiles and opens the door wider. A silent invitation to come inside.

“But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this”

He knows he shouldn’t have opened the door, he shouldn’t have let her in. What was he supposed to do?

Was he supposed to slam the door in her face, claiming that he’s moved on? Let her stay outside in the rain while he continued to pack away his things, ready to move away (from her)?

Or was he supposed to let her in and give into his silent feelings? Show her compassion and generosity despite the messy break up they went through? Was he supposed to risk all the progress he’s made for himself by letting her back in again?

He supposed the latter was the better option.

“I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight”

He guides her to his kitchen, standing to the side as she tells him that she misses him and wants to experience more picture frame worthy memories with him.

He stands, silent. As the girl continues to beg him for another chance at love, he grows to realize how unhealthy letting her back into his house really was.

He realizes how traumatizing being in a relationship with someone who didn’t match his own ideals really was. He wishes she had never shown up, never put him in the situation he’s in now.

He wishes she had stayed in the past.

“You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say "I wish that you would stay in my memories" In my memories, stay in my memories”

With faux empathy, he bends down to where she was curled up on the kitchen floor. Awkwardly rubbing a hand up and down her back, he attempts to reassure the woman he loved before that it would all be okay. He doesn’t say a word, scared that his heart would betray his mind and tell her that he also wants her back.

She’s too busy crying and acting like he was the reason they broke up, when in reality it was a mutual decision. It was a joint decision to end the emotional torture their relationship had been. Throughout the whole thing, she had tried her best to keep the two of them together. She focused on the positives, planned date after date, made joke after joke, all just to avoid talking about the future that they couldn’t have. She wasn’t going to give up now.

She’s too busy to realize that he’s trying to tell her that he’s moved on.

She’s too busy to realize that he’s put her in the past, while she still has him in her present.

“Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again”

She can’t help but hit replay on their relationship in her mind. The time spent with him were some of the happiest moments she’d had in a while. Now that his presence was harshly snatched from her life, she longs for the joy she felt with him.

She doesn’t want to be stuck in the dump she’s in now. She hopes that he’ll take her back and pull her out of the slump she’s in. She hopes he’ll re-install the smiles and laughs he took with him when they split.

But she knows that won’t happen. But she’s going to keep trying, until she can’t.

He’s scared of letting her back in, to bring back the internal guilt that came from being with someone he knows he could never spend the rest of his life with.

He wishes she would stay in his memories.

:) <3