#its just soooo awkward. what do you do when your boss tells you to go feed his pet Guy dogfood. horrible.

[contamination-zone]

captivity au: nightmare's castle moment.. wooof

[the-winter-spider]

Invisible | Part 14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader AU

Word Count: 8.8k 👀

Warnings: ANGST, Mentions of brief virg!nty loss

A/N: I was gonna make this 2 parts cuz its long but it just didnt flow nice soooo your welcome 🫶🏻

Summer before senior year

“You’re not going with him!” Bucky said, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, his tone more commanding than concerned.

You frowned, crossing your arms in defiance. “You don’t get to decide that.”

“He’s no good for you,” Bucky shot back, his voice rising. “Mike doesn’t care about anything but himself.”

“Oh, and you’re suddenly the expert on who’s good for me?” you snapped, frustration bubbling over. “I’ve known Mike as long as you have, Bucky. He’s not that bad.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity that made your heart race for all the wrong reasons. “Trust me, he’s bad enough. And you’re not going.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” you yelled, stepping closer to him. “I’m not a child, and you’re not the boss of me!”

“I’m trying to protect you!” Bucky shouted back, his voice breaking slightly with desperation. “Fine, go! But don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart, because he will. He only wants one thing.”

You glared at him, the words stinging more than you wanted to admit. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

Bucky scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Your virginity,” he said, his voice bitter. “That’s all he cares about.”

You froze, his words hitting like a slap. “And how would you know if I’m a virgin, Bucky?” you spat, your voice trembling with anger. “Maybe I’m ready to lose it. Maybe I’m tired of being the only one who hasn’t.”

Bucky’s expression darkened, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, so now you’re in a rush to keep up with everyone else? What, just because I lost mine, you suddenly want to lose yours?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Your breath caught in your throat as his words settled. “You… you lost yours?” you asked quietly, your anger briefly replaced by shock.

Bucky’s defensive posture faltered, and he exhaled deeply, his annoyance still evident. “Yeah,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes. “With Carley.”

Your heart sank, a strange mix of emotions washing over you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky shrugged, his frustration still simmering beneath the surface. “Because you’re not one of the guys. I didn’t think it mattered.”

You nodded slowly, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Noted,” you said curtly, turning on your heel and walking away before the tears could fall.

Bucky called after you, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

"Don't come crying to me, i mean it!"

The date with Mike started fine. He picked you up in his car, flashing his usual charming grin. But as he drove you to the cliffside—a spot where half the school went to make out or hook up—your mind kept replaying the fight with Bucky. His words echoed in your head, cutting deeper with each repetition.

Mike was sweet enough, but his intentions were clear. When he leaned in to kiss you, you let him. His hands roamed, his kisses became more insistent, and when he whispered, “Are you sure?” you barely hesitated.

“Yeah,” you murmured, the numbness creeping in as you tried to push all thoughts of Bucky out of your mind.

The act itself was quick, mechanical. It didn’t feel like the magical, life-changing moment you’d once fantasized about—especially not the one where Bucky was somehow involved, as stupid and childish as that fantasy had been. Instead, it was awkward and empty.

When it was over, Mike leaned back, pulling his clothes on casually. “You good?” he asked, his tone light but distant.

You nodded, forcing a tight smile. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Mike stretched, glancing at his watch. “Do you want a ride home?”

You shook your head, staring out at the horizon where the first hints of dawn were starting to creep in. “No, I think I’ll stay here for a bit.”

Mike didn’t argue. “Alright. See you around,” he said with a grin, getting into his car and driving off without a second glance.

As his taillights disappeared, the weight of what you’d just done hit you. You pulled your knees to your chest, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over. You stayed there, alone on the cliffside, as the sun began to rise, crying for everything you’d lost and everything that could never be.

You cried for the stupid fantasy you’d had, for the connection you and Bucky had once shared, and for the gaping hole that now seemed impossible to fill.

You sat on the edge of the cliff, the cold morning air biting at your skin as the sun’s first light painted the horizon in soft pinks and oranges. Your tears had finally stopped, but the hollow ache in your chest remained, a constant reminder of the choices you’d made and the moment you couldn’t take back.

You pulled out your phone, your fingers trembling as you scrolled through your contacts. Bucky’s name was right there, familiar and taunting. Your thumb hovered over it for a moment, but then you shook your head, blinking away the fresh sting of tears.

You couldn’t call Bucky—not after everything. Not after the fight, not after what he’d said, not after tonight.

Instead, your thumb slid down to another name.

Steve.

Your heart pounded as you pressed the call button. The line rang twice before his voice came through, groggy but instantly alert.

“Hello? Y/N?” Steve’s voice softened, concern lacing every word. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Hearing his voice felt like a lifeline, and for a moment, all the emotions you’d been holding in threatened to spill over again. You took a shaky breath, willing yourself to stay calm. “Steve… can you come get me?” you asked, your voice small and broken. “I’m at the cliff.”

There was a brief pause, then the sound of rustling sheets as Steve sat up. “Yeah, of course. Stay put, alright? I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, the weight of his words wrapping around you like a blanket.

Fifteen minutes later, the familiar rumble of Steve’s car pulled you from your daze. He parked and quickly got out, his worried eyes finding you immediately. His hair was messy, and he was still in sweatpants and a hoodie, clearly having rushed out of bed to get to you.

“Y/N…” he said softly, walking over to where you sat. Without another word, he shrugged off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders, kneeling down in front of you. “What happened?”

You shook your head, biting your lip as fresh tears threatened to fall. “I… I messed up, Stevie.”

He reached out, gently placing a hand on your knee. “Talk to me.”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. But Steve’s patient, steady gaze gave you the courage to speak. “I… I was with Mike tonight....last night i guess now"

Steve’s jaw tensed slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“And… and I let him… we…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, but the way Steve’s eyes softened told you he understood.

“Oh, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet sympathy. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, wiping at your eyes. “It was supposed to mean something,” you whispered. “But it didn’t. It didn’t mean anything. I just… I just wanted to feel like everyone else for once. Like I wasn’t being left behind.”

Steve’s grip on your knee tightened slightly, his brows drawing together. “You’re not being left behind. You don’t need to rush into anything just because other people are.”

You let out a shaky laugh, bitter and self-deprecating. “Too late for that now.”

Steve sighed, shifting to sit beside you on the edge of the cliff. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you close. “You’re not defined by one moment, Y/N,” he said quietly. “It doesn’t change who you are or what you’re worth. You’re still you, and you’re still amazing.”

You leaned into him, the warmth of his body grounding you as the cool breeze swept past.

Friday Morning

You were running late, your thoughts a tangled mess as you walked briskly toward work. The looming reality of tonight’s bar meet-up gnawed at your nerves. Dean meeting your friends, meeting Bucky—it felt like a line you weren’t ready to cross, even though you knew you had to eventually.

Your phone buzzed against your ear as Natasha’s voice filled the silence, grounding you slightly. “Are you even listening to me?” she asked, her tone bordering on impatient.

You muttered a distracted, “Yeah, sorry,” as you pushed open the door to your favorite coffee shop. The familiar smell of roasted beans and baked goods hit you, but it did little to calm the storm in your chest. You glanced at the line, groaning softly when you saw how long it was.

Natasha sighed on the other end of the line. “Something about coffee, right? Let me guess, you’re about to be late again.”

“Yeah, the line’s too long,” you grumbled, stepping to the side to avoid blocking the doorway. “I’ll just skip it.”

Before she could reply, your eyes landed on someone by the counter, waiting for his drink. He was wearing a fitted black jacket over a plain white tee, his hair a little messy, like he’d just rolled out of bed. Bucky.

He must have felt your gaze because, in that moment, he turned. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and everything else—the bustling café, the noise, even Natasha’s voice in your ear—faded into the background.

You both froze, caught in a stare that felt like it lasted far too long and not long enough. His expression shifted, something soft flickering in his eyes before he masked it with a neutral look.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you even there?” Natasha’s voice snapped you back to reality.

You blinked, your heart pounding as you quickly looked away. “Sorry, Nat. Yeah, I’m here,” you said, forcing your voice to sound normal. “I was just… distracted.”

Natasha groaned on the other end. “Look, relax about tonight, okay? Everyone’s going to love Dean because we all love you. And Wanda’s super excited to meet him, so you’ve got her vote.”

You swallowed, your eyes flickering back toward Bucky. He was picking up his drink, his jaw tense, but he hadn’t looked away from you. You could feel the weight of his gaze even as you tried to focus on Natasha’s words.

“Yeah, okay,” you murmured, not really sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself.

Natasha exhaled, her tone softening. “I mean it, babe. Stop overthinking. You’ve got this, alright? I’ll even send coffee to your office so you’re not a grumpy mess when Dean picks you up later.”

A small smile tugged at your lips despite everything. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Anytime, babe,” she said, her voice warm. “Now, go crush your day. I’ll see you tonight.”

You ended the call, slipping your phone back into your pocket. Bucky was still there, sipping his coffee, his eyes lingering on you like he was waiting for you to say something.

But you didn’t. Instead, you turned and walked out of the café, the knot in your stomach tightening. The truth was, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, tonight wasn’t just about Dean meeting your friends.

It was about seeing Bucky again—about facing whatever was still left unsaid between you.

The hours ticked by painfully slow. You’d spent the morning buried in paperwork, but your mind was far from focused. Every time you tried to concentrate, your thoughts drifted to tonight—Dean, your friends, and most of all, Bucky.

By lunchtime, you were more than ready for a break. You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat with Wanda and Natasha.

Natasha: How’s work?

You: Dragging. Can’t believe it’s only lunchtime.

Wanda: That bad, huh?

You: Yeah, but at least I have tonight to look forward to… right?

Natasha: Exactly! You’ve got this, babe. Everyone’s gonna love Dean.

Wanda: Especially after we interrogate him, obviously.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your shoulders relaxing slightly.

You: Please be gentle. He’s nice, I promise.

Natasha: Nice doesn’t cut it. He’s gotta be great if he’s dating you ;)

Wanda: Agreed!!! <3But don’t worry, we’ll be on our best behavior. Sort of....

You rolled your eyes and switched over to your chat with Sam and Steve.

You: How’s the day going for you guys?

Sam: Busy as hell. Just got out of a meeting and I’m already over it.

Steve: Same here. But at least it’s Friday.

You: True. You both coming tonight, right?

Sam: Wouldn’t miss it. Ive been thinking about hot wings all damn day.

Steve: Of course. Wouldn’t want to miss meeting Dean…

You paused for a moment, then typed:

You: Thanks, guys. I know it’s weird with everything going on, but I appreciate it.

Sam: Hey, we’re family. No matter what, we’ve got your back.

Steve: Exactly. You’re stuck with us :)

The warm reassurance from your friends eased some of the anxiety that had been building all morning. You set your phone down, took a deep breath, and tried to refocus on your work.

But even as you typed away at your computer, your mind kept circling back to one thing: how tonight would change everything.

You were about to set your phone down when a familiar name caught your eye in the messages list: Bucky.

Your heart stopped. Beside his name, a small gray bubble appeared, the telltale sign that he was typing.

You stared at the screen, your breath hitching. He was going to say something. Maybe something important. Maybe—finally.

The bubble lingered for a moment, and you held your breath, waiting. But then, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.

No message.

Your heart stuttered, a sharp pang in your chest as you watched the screen, hoping the bubble would return. But it didn’t.

You blinked, trying to shake the feeling. Why now? Why would he start typing and not send anything? You bit your lip, your mind racing. Was he going to apologize? Say something about tonight? Or was it just another reminder of the messy, tangled connection between you two?

You let out a shaky breath, locking your phone and setting it down on your desk. But the damage was done. The small flicker of hope—unwelcome but undeniable—had lodged itself firmly in your chest, refusing to be ignored.

Even when you forced yourself to get back to work, your mind kept drifting to that empty chat bubble.

The end of the workday couldn’t have come fast enough. By the time you got home, Natasha and Wanda were already at your apartment, rifling through your closet and chattering like old times. It was grounding in a way—familiar, comforting, a temporary balm for your nerves.

“Okay,” Wanda said, holding up a soft cream sweater. “This. It’s casual but still shows you put in effort.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “Pair it with those high-waisted jeans and your ankle boots. Perfect mix of cozy and hot.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Cozy and hot? Is that what we’re going for?”

“Yes,” Natasha said firmly. “You’re seeing Dean, but you’re also seeing Bucky for the first time since… everything. You want to feel confident.”

You sighed, letting them guide you. Once you were dressed, Wanda pulled out a simple necklace while Natasha fixed your hair into loose waves. The whole process was lighthearted, filled with little jokes and the kind of banter that made you forget, even for a moment, about the knot in your stomach.

When you were finally ready, Natasha gave you an approving nod. “Okay, you’re perfect. Wanda and I are gonna head to the bar now, give you and Dean a little entrance moment.”

“Thanks,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “You said the guys are already there?”

Natasha hesitated for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah. Bucky’s there too. That okay?”

You swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral. “That’s fine. I mean, he’s part of the group, right? And I said I want things to be normal again.”

Natasha gave you a searching look. “If you change your mind, say the word, and I’ll drag him out so fast his head will spin.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, it’s fine. Really. Better to see him with everyone else around. He’s part of us, part of me. Gotta get it over with, right?”

Natasha’s eyes softened, and she pulled you into a hug. “You’re stronger than you think, you know that?”

Wanda joined in, squeezing you tight. “We’ve got you,” she said with a warm smile. “Always.”

“See you in a minute,” Natasha said with a wink before they left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The quiet settled over the apartment as you paced for a moment, nerves bubbling to the surface. Your phone buzzed, and you grabbed it eagerly.

Dean: Hey :-) I’m downstairs whenever you’re ready.

You checked yourself one last time in the mirror, smoothing your sweater and adjusting your necklace. Then you grabbed your bag and headed out. As you stepped into the elevator, another message came through.

Natasha: He seems to be in good spirits. Gave me a hug and everything. It’s gonna be okay… Oh, by the way, he doesn’t know about you bringing Dean. Sam pulled me aside when I got here.

You stared at the message, your stomach twisting.

You: Great.

Shoving your phone into your bag, you took a deep breath as the elevator doors opened. Time to face the night.

As you stepped out of your apartment building, you spotted Dean leaning casually against his car, his hands in his pockets. He looked effortlessly handsome in a dark denim jacket and a simple black shirt. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up with a warm smile.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft but laced with excitement. “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly. “Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

He chuckled, opening the passenger door for you before you had a chance to protest. “Ready for this?”

You took a deep breath, glancing at him as you got in. “Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

The ride to the bar was short, filled with light conversation and the kind of laughter that made you momentarily forget your nerves. But as you neared your destination, Dean’s tone shifted, becoming more thoughtful.

“So,” he began, glancing over at you at a red light, “anything I should know? You know, to make a killer first impression with your friends?”

You laughed softly, appreciating his effort. “Well, they’re all pretty easygoing… but they’re also insanely protective.”

“Noted,” Dean said, smirking. “Who should I be most worried about?”

You hesitated, your mind immediately going to Bucky. But you didn’t want to say his name just yet. “Natasha,” you said instead, half-joking. “She can be… intense. But it comes from a good place but im sure you already know that”

Dean nodded, clearly taking mental notes. “Got it. Be charming but not too charming.”

“Exactly,” you said, smiling. “Wanda’s super sweet, so you’re safe there. Sam’s a joker, so if he starts teasing you, it’s a good sign. And Steve… well, Steve’s like the group’s moral compass. If he likes you, you’re golden.”

Dean let out a low whistle. “Sounds like a solid group.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Something like that.”

As you pulled up to the bar, the knot in your stomach tightened again. Dean must have sensed it because he reached over, his hand resting lightly on yours. “Hey,” he said softly. “Relax. It’ll be fine. And if it’s not, we’ll just make a run for it.”

You chuckled despite yourself, squeezing his hand. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Anytime,” he said with a wink as he parked the car.

The two of you stepped out, and as you approached the bar’s entrance, your heart started to pound. The familiar sounds of laughter and music spilled out onto the street, and you could already see your friends gathered at your usual corner table. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Dean held the door open for you, his expression calm and confident. “Let’s do this.”

The moment you and Dean walked into the bar, your eyes immediately found your usual booth. Sam, facing the door, was the first to notice you. His grin widened, and he nudged Steve beside him. Both men stood as Sam made his way toward you.

“Hey! Look who’s finally here,” Sam called out, pulling you into a warm, familiar hug. “You didn’t get lost, did you?”

You laughed. “You wish, Wilson.”

As Sam stepped back, Steve was right there, his soft smile as steady as ever. “You look great,” he said, pulling you in for a quick, friendly hug.

“Thanks, Stevie.” You tried to keep your voice light, but his comforting presence was already easing your nerves.

Dean extended his hand to Sam, his posture relaxed but confident. “Sam, right? It’s great to meet you. Y/N’s told me all about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” Sam said, shaking Dean’s hand with a grin. “Sam Wilson, resident funnyman.”

Dean chuckled. “Only the best things. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“And I’m Steve,” Steve chimed in, extending his hand after Sam stepped aside. “Glad you could join us.”

“Likewise,” Dean replied, shaking Steve’s hand firmly. “Y/N’s been hyping this place up.”

After Dean waved at Natasha, who gave him a knowing smirk, and shook hands with Wanda, your focus inevitably drifted to the end of the booth. Bucky sat there, his back to you, his head slightly down as he sipped his drink. The sight of him made your chest tighten, and you hesitated for a split second before Dean spoke again.

“Hey,” Dean said, extending his hand toward Bucky. “You must be Bucky.”

Slowly, Bucky turned, his blue eyes locking onto yours for a brief, intense moment before shifting to Dean. His jaw clenched, and after a pause, he stood and shook Dean’s hand. His grip was firm, deliberate.

“Bucky,” he said, his voice low and measured.

Dean smiled, unfazed. “Nice to meet you. Y/N’s told me you two go way back.”

Bucky’s eyes flicked to you, then back to Dean. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze even after he sat back down. Dean slid into the booth beside you as everyone shuffled to make room. Now, it was Natasha next to Wanda, then Steve, Sam, and finally you and Dean, directly across from Bucky.

The waiter came by to take your drink orders, and the usual buzz of conversation began. Sam, ever the storyteller, launched into a tale about his latest misadventure at the VA, complete with exaggerated gestures and dramatic pauses. Laughter erupted around the table, even from Dean, who seemed to be settling in easily.

Everyone, that is, except Bucky.

He sat back in his seat, his drink in hand, his gaze sharp but distant. Every so often, you felt his eyes on you, a heavy, unspoken tension lingering between the two of you. It wasn’t lost on Dean, who kept glancing between you and Bucky, his curiosity evident but unspoken.

“So, Dean,” Sam said, leaning forward. “What’s it like working with Nat?”

Dean grinned. “It’s great. She’s a force to be reckoned with. Keeps everyone on their toes.”

Natasha raised her glass with a smirk. “Damn right I do.”

“And what exactly do you do again?” Steve asked, his interest genuine.

“Security consulting,” Dean replied. “Risk assessment, crisis management, stuff like that.”

Sam nodded appreciatively. “Sounds badass.”

Dean chuckled. “It can be. Keeps me on my toes, for sure.”

Dean then turned to Bucky, clearly making an effort to include him. “And you, Bucky? Y/N mentioned you both work in publishing.”

Bucky’s fingers tightened around his glass as he gave a short nod. “Yeah. Reviewing manuscripts, editing, making sure everything’s ready for print.”

Dean nodded, his tone still friendly. “That’s awesome. Must be great working alongside your best friend.”

Bucky’s jaw ticked, and his eyes briefly met yours again. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s… something.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and you felt your stomach twist. Dean, sensing the tension, tried to steer the conversation back on track, but before he could, Bucky abruptly stood, grabbing his empty glass.

“Be right back,” he muttered, heading toward the bar without another word.

You watched him go, your heart pounding in your chest. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you forced yourself to focus on the laughter and conversation around you, even as your thoughts remained with Bucky.

The laughter at the table was infectious, the kind that made your cheeks hurt. Sam was recounting some ridiculous story about a mishap at work, complete with exaggerated impressions of his coworkers. Natasha rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop giggling, and even Wanda had to wipe away a tear from laughing so hard.

You tried to stay present, chiming in here and there, but your eyes kept drifting toward the bar. Bucky was leaning against it, nursing another drink, his back to the room. His shoulders were tense, and you could tell—even from this distance—that he was deep in thought.

Steve, ever perceptive, caught your glance. He gave you a subtle look, raising an eyebrow as if to say Want me to check on him?

You hesitated, then gave him a small, grateful smile. Steve nodded, sliding out of the booth with ease.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” he said casually, patting Sam on the shoulder as he passed. “Don’t let them order wings without me.”

“Not making any promises,” Sam called after him, grinning.

Steve made his way to the bar, his presence steady as always. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he approached Bucky, leaning on the bar beside him. Their conversation started low, and Bucky glanced over his shoulder briefly, his expression unreadable.

Natasha leaned over, nudging you playfully. “You okay, babe? You seem a little… distracted.”

You blinked, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just… you know, first time bringing someone into the group. Kinda nerve-wracking.”

Dean, catching the tail end of your comment, smiled warmly. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Everyone’s been great so far. I mean, Sam’s a riot.”

Sam raised his glass. “Damn right I am.”

“And Wanda,” Dean continued, gesturing toward her, “she’s been keeping me on my toes with all her quick-witted remarks.”

Wanda smirked. “Gotta make sure you can keep up, Dean.”

The table laughed, and for a moment, you felt a little lighter. But your eyes drifted back toward the bar. Steve was saying something to Bucky, his tone calm but firm. Bucky looked down at his drink, his jaw clenched.

Natasha followed your gaze, her smile fading slightly. “They’ll be fine,” she said quietly, her voice just for you. “Bucky needs to cool off, and Steve knows how to handle him.”

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink to steady yourself. “Yeah. I know.”

At the bar, Steve leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Alright, Buck. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Bucky sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Nothing. Just needed a breather.”

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Steve said, his tone gentle but probing. “You’ve been brooding since they walked in.”

Bucky scoffed, shooting him a sideways glance. “Didn��t know you were the feelings police, Rogers.”

Steve chuckled softly. “You know me, always looking out for my friends.”

Bucky didn’t respond immediately, his eyes fixed on the counter. After a moment, he muttered, “It’s weird seeing her with him.”

Steve nodded, keeping his tone neutral. “Yeah, I figured. But she seems happy.”

Bucky’s grip on his glass tightened slightly. “I know. That’s the problem.”

Steve tilted his head. “You want her to be happy, right?”

“Of course I do,” Bucky said quickly, his voice a little too sharp. “It’s just… he’s not one of us. He doesn’t get her the way we do.”

Steve studied him for a moment, then said, “Buck, if you’ve got something to say to her, you can’t keep waiting for the perfect moment. Life doesn’t work like that. Trust me i know" He smiled sadly.

Bucky’s eyes flicked toward the table, where you were laughing with Sam and Natasha. His expression softened, but there was still a weight behind his gaze. “Yeah… maybe.”

Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “Just think about it, alright? And if you need to vent, you know where to find me.”

Bucky nodded, finishing the last of his drink. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Anytime,” Steve replied, standing upright. “Now, come back to the table before Sam eats all the wings.”

Bucky let out a small chuckle, setting his glass down. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

As the two of them returned, the dynamic shifted slightly. Bucky slid back into his spot next to Wanda, his demeanor a little more relaxed. You caught his eye briefly, and though neither of you said anything, the tension seemed to ease just a bit.

Steve slid in next to Sam, who immediately started teasing him about missing the best part of the story. Dean, oblivious to the undercurrents, leaned in toward you, his hand resting lightly on your knee beneath the table. “See?” he whispered. “Told you this would go well.”

You smiled, hoping he couldn’t sense the turmoil still swirling beneath the surface. “Yeah,” you murmured. “It’s going great.”

The table was a flurry of activity as the wings arrived, piled high on multiple platters. Everyone dove in with gusto, the smell of tangy barbecue and spicy buffalo sauce filling the air. Drinks were refilled, and the conversation flowed easily.

Sam leaned back, wiping his hands on a napkin. “Man, I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

Natasha smirked. “Yeah, well, don’t eat too fast. We’ve got plenty of time to enjoy it.”

Dean chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. “I can see why this is a regular thing for you guys. It’s nice.”

You nodded, feeling the warmth of the familiar setting, even with the subtle tension still lingering under the surface. Everyone seemed to be making an effort to keep things light, and for the most part, it was working.

A few drinks later, as the laughter died down for a moment, Dean glanced around the table, his curiosity piqued. “So,” he began, his tone casual, “is anyone else seeing anyone? Or is this the final group count?”

The question lingered in the air, and you noticed a subtle shift in energy. Wanda raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as she reached for her drink.

“Well,” Sam said, grinning, “I’m playing the field. Gotta keep my options open, you know?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “By ��playing the field,’ he means he’s been flirting with the bartender at our usual spot for months and hasn’t made a move.”

Sam held up a finger. “Hey, I’m working on it.”

Everyone chuckled, and Dean turned his attention to Wanda. “What about you, Wanda? Anyone special?”

Wanda shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “Nope. Too busy trying to keep my plants alive.”

Dean laughed. “Fair enough.”

He looked over at Steve next. “And you, Steve? Got someone in your life?”

Steve, who had been quietly nursing his drink, looked up, his expression calm but unreadable. “Not at the moment, got some stuff to sort through” he said simply, his eyes flicking briefly to you before he focused back on his glass. “Just focusing on work.”

Dean nodded, clearly not picking up on the subtext. “Makes sense. You seem like the kind of guy who’s got his priorities straight.”

Steve gave a small smile, but he didn’t respond, his fingers tapping lightly against the side of his glass.

Finally, Dean’s gaze landed on Bucky, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, mostly focusing on his food. “What about you, Bucky? Anyone special?”

The table fell silent for a beat too long. Bucky set down his wing, wiping his hands deliberately as he leaned back in his seat. His expression was neutral, but his jaw tightened slightly. “Nope,” he said, his voice clipped. “No one.”

Dean, oblivious to the tension, smiled. “Really? I find that hard to believe.”

Bucky’s eyes flicked to yours for the briefest moment before he shrugged. “Guess I’m just picky.”

Natasha snorted into her drink, and Sam quickly covered a laugh with a cough. You felt your cheeks heat up and reached for your own drink to hide your reaction.

“Well,” Dean said, clearly trying to keep the conversation light, “picky’s not a bad thing. Just means you know what you want.”

Bucky didn’t respond, his gaze fixed firmly on his plate. The silence stretched, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

Sensing the awkwardness, Sam jumped in, raising his glass. “Alright, enough about our love lives. Let’s toast to Friday nights, good food, and even better company.”

Everyone raised their glasses, and the moment passed, but you couldn’t help the way your heart raced every time Bucky’s eyes drifted in your direction, even if only for a second.

The bar was bustling, the low hum of music and chatter creating a comforting buzz as you waited for the bartender to line up the shots. You were trying to focus on the drinks, the simple act of getting them back to your friends, but your thoughts kept drifting—Dean’s question about relationships, the tense exchange between Bucky and him, and now, the weight of Bucky’s silence.

You felt him before you saw him, his presence unmistakable as he slid up beside you, leaning on the bar. His scent—faint cologne mixed with something distinctly him—sent a rush of memories flooding back. You glanced up, but he didn’t say anything at first, just watched as you picked up the first tray of shots.

“Need help?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

You gave him a small smile, trying to keep things light. “No, it’s okay. I got it. Thanks, though, Buck.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening slightly as he shifted his weight. But then, after a beat of silence, he spoke again, his tone more serious. “He’s not right for you.”

The words hit you like a jolt, and you froze, your hand hovering over the next tray. Slowly, you turned to face him, your brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. “What?”

Bucky’s blue eyes locked onto yours, intense and pleading. “Dean. He’s not right for you.”

You let out a soft, incredulous laugh, shaking your head. “And how exactly would you know what’s right for me, Bucky?”

“I just… I know,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “You think he gets you? Think he knows you?”

Your chest tightened, the familiar ache surfacing. “That’s not fair, its new-- im trying,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

Bucky’s hand clenched on the bar, his knuckles whitening. “You think I don’t see it? The way he looks at you? Like he’s just waiting for the right moment to get what he wants, its like Mike all over again…But it’s not real. Not like—”

You froze “Don’t you bring that up James.." Your voice low "And not like what?” you shot back, your voice sharper now. “Not like us? Newsflash, Bucky: there is no ‘us.’ You made damn sure of that.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he looked like he was struggling to find the right words. “You act like you’re the only one hurting,” he finally said, his voice low but cutting. “But you’re not. You hurt people too!”

Your heart sank, your throat tightening. “What are you talking about?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered, his frustration giving way to something rawer. “You hurt me, you have been for years! You just dont see it...” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “And you hurt Steve.”

“Steve?” you repeated, your voice barely a whisper. “What about Steve?” You mind reeled back to how off he’s been lately.

Bucky let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You can’t tell me you’ve never noticed. He’s been madly in love with you for years, and you just… what? Pretend not to see it? You think that doesn’t hurt him?”

The weight of his words hit you like a freight train, and your eyes instinctively darted across the bar. Natasha and Steve were standing together, both of them looking your way. Natasha’s gaze was sharp, assessing, while Steve’s was softer, a mix of concern and something deeper. Your stomach twisted as you saw the truth written plainly on his face, a truth you’d somehow managed to ignore until now.

You turned back to Bucky, your voice trembling. “I don’t know who you are anymore.”

His face fell, a flicker of pain crossing his features, but he didn’t say anything. You grabbed the tray of shots, your hands shaking as you carried it back to the table. Natasha’s eyes followed you the whole way, and Steve’s expression shifted into something unreadable as you set the tray down in front of them.

Dean grinned, oblivious to the storm brewing. “Finally! Thought you got lost at the bar.”

You forced a smile, sliding into the booth beside him as you handed out the drinks. “Just took a little longer than expected.”

Natasha shot you a questioning look, but you shook your head subtly, letting her know now wasn’t the time. As the group raised their glasses in a toast, your eyes flickered back to the bar, where Bucky still stood, watching you with a look that sent a fresh wave of heartache crashing over you.

Summer before Senior year

The summer heat clung to the air, thick and stifling, as Bucky sat on the porch steps of Steve's house, bouncing his leg anxiously. He'd been quiet for most of the afternoon, his thoughts circling like a storm, the tension building with every passing minute.

Steve leaned against the railing, arms crossed as he watched his best friend brood. Finally, he sighed, breaking the silence. "Come on, Buck. When are you gonna go talk to her?"

Bucky's jaw clenched, and he shook his head. "Why does it have to be me first? She's the one who walked away."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, you didn't exactly give her a reason to stay. You basically pushed her away"

Bucky's head snapped up, his blue eyes filled with frustration. "I told her the truth, Steve. I warned her about Mike, and she didn't listen, if he breaks her heart thats her problem not mine."

Steve pushed off the railing, stepping closer. "You think this is just about Mike? Buck, she's hurting. And trust me....she needs you."

Bucky scoffed, his tone defensive. "If she needed me so bad, she'd be here."

Steve exhaled sharply, clearly losing patience. "She's not here because she's scared, because she feels alone, and because she thinks you don't care anymore."

Bucky's throat worked as he swallowed, his gaze falling to the ground. "I can't believe she went out with him," he muttered, more to himself than to Steve. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "That guy's a piece of shit."

Steve stepped closer, his voice low but firm. "Bucky...She...they..."

Bucky's head shot up, his eyes wide with realization. "She..?"

Steve nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah. And he just left her there."

The weight of Steve's words hit Bucky like a punch to the gut. His mind raced, his chest tightened as anger and guilt warred within him.

"Where?" Bucky asked, his voice low, almost a growl. "Where did he leave her?"

Steve hesitated, then said, "The cliff."

Bucky didn't wait for another word. He bolted from the porch, his heart pounding as he made a beeline for your house. His feet pounded against the pavement, but before he reached your street, something caught his eye in the open field nearby. A group of guys were playing flag football, laughing and shouting-and among them was Mike.

Bucky's blood boiled as he altered his course, heading straight for the field. The laughter died down when the players noticed him, their gazes shifting uneasily.

"Hey, Buck," one of them called, wary. "What's up, man?"

Bucky ignored him, his focus solely on Mike, who stood in the middle of the group, smirking as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"What do you want, Barnes?" Mike asked, cocky as ever.

Bucky didn't answer. He just strode forward and, without hesitation, drove his fist directly into Mike's face. The sickening crunch of bone and cartilage echoed as Mike stumbled back, blood immediately streaming from his nose.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Bucky growled, his voice dangerously low.

Mike wiped the blood from his face, grinning like a maniac despite the pain. "What's the matter, Barnes? Mad I deflowered your girl? Because you were too pussy to do it yourself?"

Bucky's vision went red. He punched Mike again, harder this time, sending him sprawling to the ground. The other guys started to step in, but one glare from Bucky had them backing off.

Mike groaned, but he still laughed, his teeth stained red. "She tasted so sweet," he sneered, his voice taunting. "So tight. A perfect little notch on my belt. She was desperate for it, practically begging-"

Bucky didn't let him finish. He turned on his heel and sprinted toward your house, his heart thundering in his chest. His mind raced with fury and panic, the image of you sitting alone at the cliff, broken and hurting, driving him forward.

He had to get to you. He had to make this right.

The bar buzzed with laughter and music, the energy high as your group settled deeper into the booth. Drinks flowed, wings were shared, and the conversation had turned to teasing stories from the past. You felt the warmth of familiarity, even with the slight tension still lingering from earlier.

Dean excused himself to take a phone call, offering you a soft smile before stepping toward the back exit. You watched him go, feeling the comfort of his steady presence, even as your thoughts wandered to Bucky. He’d been quiet all night, his usual sharp wit dulled by whatever storm was brewing inside him..

Needing a moment, Bucky stood, stretching as he made his way toward the bathroom. He passed the back exit and froze when he heard Dean’s voice, low and smooth, just around the corner.

As he made his way toward the bathroom, Bucky caught sight of Dean. He hesitated, the urge to confront gnawing at him, but he kept walking—until Dean glanced up and caught his eye.

“Bucky,” Dean said with a slight smirk, slipping his phone into his pocket. “You following me now?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t realize I needed to. Just taking a walk.”

Dean leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms. “You’ve been watching us all night. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he folded his arms across his chest. “Yeah? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Dean chuckled, his tone light but pointed. “It means you’re not exactly subtle, man. You’ve got this look every time she laughs at something I say, like you’re ready to tear me apart. Jealous much?”

Bucky took a step closer, his voice low. “Maybe I just don’t think you’re good enough for her.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, his smirk unwavering. “That so? Funny, because from where I’m standing, it looks like I’m the one who’s actually here for her. You had your chance from what i’ve seen, and you blew it. That’s not on me.”

Bucky’s chest tightened, and his fists clenched at his sides. “You don’t know a damn thing about me or her.”

Dean’s smirk faded slightly, his tone dropping. “I know you’re hung up on her. And I know she deserves someone who’s all in, not someone who’s just been dragging her through the mud for years because he’s too scared to step up.”

Bucky’s blood boiled. “You think you know what she needs?” he growled, stepping even closer. “You don’t know half of what we’ve been through.”

Dean shrugged, his expression calm but unyielding. “Maybe not. But I do know this: I’m here now, and you’re just a guy at the bar, staring like you’re waiting for permission to act.” He straightened, his gaze sharp. “She’s amazing. She deserves more than being someone’s regret.”

That did it.

Before Dean could react, Bucky’s fist connected with his jaw in a swift, hard punch. Dean stumbled back, holding his face, but his composure didn’t falter long. He let out a humourless laugh, wiping his mouth as he straightened.

“Well, that’s one way to admit you’re still in love with her,” Dean said, his tone sharp but surprisingly calm. “Too bad you’re a little late.”

Bucky took another step forward, but Dean held up a hand. “I’m not doing this,” he said firmly. “You’ve got your own demons to sort out, Bucky. Don’t make her collateral damage.”

With that, Dean turned and walked back toward the table, leaving Bucky seething in his wake.

Dean leaned against the table, his face composed but red blooming across his jaw. Natasha’s eyes narrowed immediately, her gaze darting between Dean and the direction of the bar. “What the hell happened?”

Dean exhaled, tilting his head slightly as if trying to shake off the impact. “Your buddy hit me.”

You choked on your drink, eyes wide in disbelief as Sam quickly leaned over, patting your back. “What?” you managed to get out, your voice hoarse with shock.

Dean nodded, glancing around the table, his eyes lingering on Natasha before meeting yours. “Yeah. He’s got a hell of a right hook.”

Natasha’s jaw tightened. “That idiot,” she muttered, already pushing to get out of the booth.

Dean raised a hand to stop her. “No need to escalate. It’s handled.” He looked at you, his expression softening. “Can we talk for a second?”

You blinked, still processing what just happened, but you nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

The others watched as you slid out of the booth, your gaze flicking toward the bar. Bucky stood there now with Sam and Steve, both of whom were leaning in, their expressions serious as they talked to him. Bucky’s shoulders were tense, his head tilted down like he was bracing himself.

You turned away and followed Dean outside.

The cool night air hit you, a stark contrast to the warmth and chaos inside. Dean led you a few steps away from the entrance, giving you both a semblance of privacy. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes soft but resolute as he turned to face you.

“Look,” he began, his tone gentle. “You’re incredible. You’re smart, funny, beautiful—everything any guy could want.”

Your heart sank at the way his voice carried a finality you weren’t ready for. “Dean—”

He shook his head, giving you a small, sad smile. “Let me finish.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t want drama. I don’t want fights and complications. And as much as I like you, I can’t ignore what I saw tonight.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, though deep down, you already knew.

Dean’s eyes searched yours, his voice soft but firm. “You and Bucky. Whatever it is between you two… it’s not going away. I can see it in the way he looks at you. Hell, I can see it in the way you look at him, even if you don’t realize it.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt the sting of tears threatening to surface. “Dean, I—”

He shook his head again, this time with a sad chuckle. “It’s okay. I get it. But I can’t be someone’s second choice—not when I’m putting them first.”

The weight of his words settled over you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and unyielding. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. What could you say? He was right, and deep down, you both knew it.

Dean reached out, his hand gentle as he cupped your cheek. “You deserve to figure out what you really want without me in the middle of it.”

You nodded, the tears finally spilling over. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled softly, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your forehead. “Don’t be. I’m glad we met.” He stepped back, his hand slipping away. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded, unable to speak as he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing down the street.

You stood outside for a moment, trying to collect yourself. When you finally re-entered the bar, the weight of Dean’s words still lingered heavily on your heart. The noise hit you again, but all you could focus on was the booth where your friends sat. Natasha and Wanda were deep in conversation, their eyes occasionally darting toward you.

Sam and Steve were still by the bar with Bucky. Sam’s hands were on Bucky’s shoulders, clearly trying to talk him down, while Steve glanced toward you, his expression unreadable.

Your legs felt like lead as you walked back toward the booth, the reality of the night sinking in.

This wasn’t just about Dean leaving. This was about everything that had been building for years. And now, it was all unraveling.

You returned to the table with heavy steps, the weight of the night pressing down on you. Everyone’s conversation fell silent as you approached. Without a word, you sat down, grabbing your nearly empty glass and downing the last of it. Then, you reached for the shot in front of you and knocked it back too, the burn barely registering.

The table was tense, eyes flicking between you and Bucky, who had just returned from the bar. His jaw was set, his arms crossed as he leaned against the booth, avoiding your gaze.

But you weren’t done. You grabbed Steve’s half-finished drink and swallowed it in one go, slamming the empty glass on the table. The tears started to well up, and you didn’t care who saw anymore.

Finally, you turned to Bucky, your voice shaking but steady. “How could you do this to me?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped to yours, wide with sadness and guilt, but you didn’t give him a chance to respond.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” Your voice rose, breaking slightly as the tears began to stream down your face. “Why do you keep hurting me? For what, Bucky?! What do you get out of it?”

“Doll, I—” Bucky started, his voice low, but you cut him off.

“No! Don’t ‘doll’ me. I don’t get it! I don’t get you! You’re supposed to be my best friend, the person I can trust, but all you do is make me feel like this!” You gestured at your tear-streaked face, your chest heaving with the weight of your emotions. “And I can’t do this anymore. I can’t feel like this anymore!”

Bucky’s face was a mixture of hurt and panic, his mouth opening as if to say something, but the words seemed to get caught in his throat.

You stood abruptly, grabbing your bag, your chair scraping loudly against the floor. “I’m done, Bucky.” Your voice dropped to a near whisper, broken and raw. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Without giving him the chance to respond, you turned and stormed out of the bar, ignoring the concerned voices of your friends behind you. Natasha called your name, and you heard Sam mutter a curse under his breath, but none of it mattered. You pushed past the door and into the cool night air, the weight of everything crashing down on you as you kept walking, your tears blurring the city lights around you

[moonmoon-ren]

REUNION

Part 4: Sequoia

(This part will have many scenes, and not so much text, its an intense moment)

KOORI !!! KAEN !!!

WHAT IS GOI- ... going on here ???

There, he stood. Like a lightning striking the ground. The blonde hair, the tall appearance, a more firm voice then how Ren remembered. Ren felt himself freezing by the appearance.

"Hey boss! Look who we found!" said the twins in unison. He was wandering around when we noticed him, we tought he was a Garlean spy.

The blonde Viera glared at the twins with a faint look of doubt. Then he turned his gaze towards Ren. For a short moment his toughts overwhelmed him.

Can it be, can it truly be? After all these years? I can't believe my eyes, I ... I ...

The Viera stood there for a moment, trying to pull himself together, then slowly walked up to the twins and Ren.

R-Ren !? Is this truly you?

Ren trembled as he saw the blonde Viera standing in front of him.

Look at him ... I ... I ... can't believe my eyes! He is so tall, and and and ... he looks so so so ... ughhh come on, gather yourself!

Still trembling Ren tried to regain his composure and then spoke:

S...Sequoia?!

Koori? Kaen? Can you please explain me more ?

Well, we were out patrolling in the woods as you asked (said Koori), but not too far from the house, as you asked (said Kaen).

I know what I asked.

Then we saw a wanderer who seemed to be a bit lost, we followed him and then heard him talking to his bird about the house here. We tought he was a spy, we did not see it was Ren from the shadows. We might have given him a little slap on the head-

LITTLE SLAP !!! ??? I lost my conciousness for a moment, head still hurts. Tomorrow I will have a big bump on my head.

Oh poor Ren-Ren, soooo dramatic, said the twins in unison!

Shut up KK!

Ren?

Sequoia?

Ren-Ren is always so confused and funny, said Koori.

Both Sequoia and Ren felt awkward for a moment, as if they wanted to ask so much and say so much neither of them found the words to speak.

Koori, Kaen? Stay here please, and safe!

Sequoia spoke this with a soft and calm voice. He slowly walked back to the frontdoor of the cabin, as he walked he closed his eyes for a moment, smiled, opened them again and turned around.

Ren ? Walk with me for a moment, please.

As Ren heard Sequoia ask this he felt a little push on his left shoulder, and on his right a little pinch. This was Koori and Kaen's subtle way of encouraging him. At first he felt a slight sting in his head as he stood up, and heavy legs, as if he was dragging the entire woods of the Range with him. But then he saw his best friend standing there, radiant, his light. As these toughts overwhelmed him suddenly he felt shy, nervous even.

"Come Ren, lets walk."

Ren followed Sequia outside.

Kooorrri???

Kaeeen???

Do you see that too ?

Do I see what ?

Hihihihi - I know something you don't know I think.

What sillyness has gotten into your head now?

Something that I know for a long while now. It was like that in the Range too. Did you not see that blink in Sequoia's eyes ? And Ren, he was happy to see us but when Seqouia entered the room he froze, he trembled, he was nervous, but the kind of nervous you feel around someone you like more then you dare to admit.

Since when do you are the expert in romance?

HEY! I didn't say anything about romance!?

I'm not blind Kaen. What you see, I see. I just played dumb for a moment to hear what bright idea you had about them.

I HATE you!

I HATE you TOO!

No you don't.

Ren what is the matter ? Why are you so sad looking. Are you not happy to see me again ?

Sequoia, you have no idea how happy I am! It just so overwhelming.

I understand that. We had to leave the Range in a rush bc of circumstances I will tell you later about when we all settled down a bit.

What happened ?

As I said, i will tell you later. Now is not the time for that Ren, and please you also should share your story with us. We heard about your father. Your grandfather sent a messenger with an urgent letter for your mom. She was devastated, and then-

Sequoia? Can I hug you ?

Can you...- Uwfff

Ren did not wait for a reply and just stepped towards Sequoia, wrapped his arms around his best friend and bursted out in tears.

I'm so happy right now Sequoia, you have no idea how much. I ... I never tought I'd see you again, then the war in-

Shhh Ren, it's alright. I'm here now. I'm here now.

Ren felt Sequoia's firm enbrace and the warmth of their bodies touching. This embrace meant more then a thousand words. All what they wanted to say, all what they should say to each other was there. They stood there for minutes, hugging each other. Neither wanted to let go of the other.

Ren was crying.

Sequoia was smiling.

I'm *sob* ... so ... *sob* ... sorry Sequoia ... *more sobbing*

What for ?

For leaving you behind.

Sequoia looked at Ren with a broad smile on his face.

Ren... lets walk a bit, there is a nice place nearby where we can talk a little bit. And there is something I want to ask you.

Ren followed, till Sequoia halted by a clearing.

Yes this will do nice.

We can talk here.

Ren do you remember that day when we found those Turquoise rocks?

I do.... Like it was yesterday.

Shall we sit like back then ? I want to see it.

Silence.

Ren started to loosen his chestwraps and took off his sollerets (Viera armor boots), while Sequoia did the same.

 To see you wearing the necklace, it really makes me happy. After all those years.

Always Sequoia. That was our promise.

Always Ren.

Your hair is different, but still spikey.

Yours is even more beautiful, when longer.

(flashback to the day where they made their necklace)

I missed you Sequoia, ever since that day I left. I wish we didn't left.

Ren, you stop worrying about that now. You are back, I succeeded in my quest. I found my Ren again. Our missing branch of the Treehouse.

Hahahah! (both Vieras shared this laugh)

The Treehouse Club eeeh. Thats so long ago! I remember all of them: Dawn, You, our pesky twins ofc, Faunus, Ash, Akane, Dorian. How are they ?

Oh quite the story! But all are fine.

I tell you more about them later. Now I want to spend time with you. Enjoy the evening, the victory. My Ren is back.

Sequoia?

Yes ?

What are you, and the twins going to do now ?

I want to see Eorzea, Ren. I heard so much about this land and I want to see it all.

Koori and Kaen, I will ask them if they want to undertake one last Treehouse mission. I want to reunite us all, have a party to celebrate your return and then disband the club. I think each of us has earned the moment to finally start our life.

And I want to ask you something too, Ren.

Do you want to ... join me on my adventure in Eorzea ?

Do you want exclusive access to the best places ?

Huhhh ? what do you mean ?

Well, i lived here since a while and had a grand adventure here.

Lets just enjoy the moonlight, the forest sounds and the wind whispering trough the leaves before we return to the cabin. We should get some rest and then in the morning talk with the twins and discuss how we will continue.

Ren suddenly felt an urge to say something he wanted to say for such a long time to Sequoia but then decided not to. Now was not the time to tell this. It has been an eventful evening and a lot to take in. But ... Sequoia, it felt so good to having him so close again, to have shared such a warm embrace, to talk, to see that smile, those green eyes. It was good, and it got better.

Part 5 (A Beginning and an End) will be the conclusion of the Reunion story.

[leggerefiore]

(nsfw) if i may request: what kind of scenarios do ingo and emmet think of when they get off to the thought of the reader? can be either with them in a relationship already or just terrible horny pining. for me i think ingo would think of them in a house robe and nothing else cooking him dinner and he’d feel soooo guilty for it but he just can’t help himself. for emmet maybe after a long day he fantasizes about his Good, Definitely Platonic Friend grabbing him by the tie and pulling him into a gear station bathroom stall for an impassioned romp - 🍊

I do think Emmet would do that in a stall, but also my brain, despite writing the train sex fic, screams public restroom Nasty.

cw: 18+ content, jerking off

▲Ingo▼

● On the off chance he finds himself yearning about sex, his brain tends to wander to the oddest places. Ingo finds himself flustered as he runs off to the bathroom at work to achieve some relief, not wishing to make a call to you. His hands undo his belt and tug down his slacks and underwear. He stares at his cock while his mind tries to give him images that don't make him feel awful about doing this.

● Teeth dig into his lip as he thinks of your voice welcoming him home, the scent of a nice dish heavy in the air. He drops his bag and shuts the door before you approach in an apron that barely covers your exposed body. It hugs you just right, complimenting your form and curves. He flinches as your arms come around his neck to tug him down. Before he knows it, he's pinned against the wall as you nip and bite at his neck. His brain rushes with feeling and heat.

● Ingo shakes his head. No! That would make going home awkward. The scene shifts according to his wishes. You are laying on your bed with lacy lingerie decorating you. Candles flicker around. You beckon him closer, and he finds himself on top of you. His cock is surrounded by your familiar heat. You beg for him to come inside you. He groans as quietly as he can to himself in the station's office bathroom. Pumping his cock, he tries desperate to believe it's you handling him.

● Another thought takes him of you riding him in his office chair. You pull at his tie to choke him slightly, and whisper something close to a command in his ear. His cheeks burn as he tries to pretend the thought of you telling him what to do in the room where his authority was seemingly always final was not getting him off as much as it was. His cap sits on your head and his coat hangs off your shoulders. Ingo moans as he imagines you bouncing up and down, the slapping of skin coming from his hand.

● Finally, he comes into a wad of toilet paper. It's flushed, and his slacks are pulled back up. With his belt buckled, he walks out of the bathroom while trying to pretend he hadn't just jerked off. He doesn't fail to notice the appearance of Emmet at his desk, who cuts his eyes at him. Ingo sits back down and begins to review the documents he left abandoned during his bout. Emmet clears his throat, “Brother, be quieter.” The older twin desperately tried to ignore the mortification that paralysed his mind.

▽Emmet△

○ The Subway Boss hums as he enters the bathroom and locks the door. He had a problem. A problem that he couldn't call you to help him with since you were currently out of Unova. Emmet could handle this. He had for years before meeting you. His cock is quickly freed from its prison as he thinks about what a good scenario is. You as a Galvantula hybrid? Sounded nice, but not possible in reality (sadly).

○ Instead, he thinks of beating you in a battle on his super line. You're mortified to have lost to him and frustrated. Emmet eats up your expression as he manages to convince you that the winner's price was the loser has to give the other head. You sigh and follow behind him as he sits on the bright blue seats. Soon, his cock is between your lips as you look up at him. The warmth of your mouth is wonderful as you bob up and down his length. He stops himself before he comes, however.

○ Emmet shakes his head. Nice thought, nice scenario, but he's done it many times in real life. Instead, he thought of another situation. Somehow, you got caught in one of his Galvantula's webs naked. You are nearly immobilised by it, but you both think it's hot. Before he realises it, he's over your restrained form, humping in and out of you. Your moans and cries are music to his ears. He's losing his mind for a moment. In reality, he stops himself again. Soft pants leave him as he ponders why he didn't just let himself get off to that fantasy. It was such a nice one.

○ One more, he decided. One more and then he'll let himself come. Closing his eyes again, Emmet tries picturing another scenario. You're both sitting at the table while he controls a vibrator buried inside you. Your face contorted with pleasure as he messes with the settings. Every time he knows you're close to coming, he nearly just turns it off. You whine and beg for him to let you come. He hums and asks for the magic word. A murmur of master leaves your lips, and he turns the setting on high, loving your loud sounds and contorted face.

○ Emmet comes into a tissue with a soft cry. He whines to himself as he throws unto the toilet and flushes it away. His slacks are quickly fixed. Leaving the restroom, he finds himself more annoyed than anything. He missed you. His hand was nothing in comparison to you! Ingo watches as he marches to his desk and immediately scribbles out half the paperwork before they get off. The older twin bites his lip. Hopefully, you would return soon.

[toukenramblings]

Dating: Azuki Nagamitsu, Doudanuki Masakuni, Yamabushi Kunihiro

@areyousurprised​

You are indeed right sweetie, these three are indeed underrated and I had soooo much fun writing em! I hope you enjoy em sweetie~!!!

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Azuki Nagamitsu

Azuki is, by no doubt, a very caring young man. He is a dad figure of the citadel and this extends to you as well, his dear master. Even when you have first smithed him, he is there ready to bake you something sweet to enjoy or even make you tea. The perfect husband.

It honestly begins rather simple, perhaps the relationship between you two is already borderline on marriage anyway. You tend to his wounds and help him cook, he cooks for you and is also a shoulder for you to lean on. It’s a gentle circle of love.

Perhaps everyone around you assumes that you lot are already dating so when one of the lil tantous asks if you two are really a couple…he has to stop and think about it for like fifteen seconds before flushing, turning his face away as the realization settles into his mind. Are you two dating???????

 Azuki begins to test the waters when he realizes he has a crush on you. Yes he already makes your favorite treats a lot, but he will do it more just to see that smile on your lips. Sometimes his hands will brush against yours when he’s handing the article of yumminess to you and it sends tingles down his spine. He doesn’t really avoid you, more so along the lines of trying to get closer and closer, just to gauge your reactions to see if you like him back.

At this point, you’ll never confess and it’s up to some tantou or other Osafune swords to scream, “JUST KISS ALREADY” while you two are chatting and eating on some kinda snacky. That, or lock you two into a room and not let you two out until you confess. It’s probably midare, he is an agent of chaos

To be honest, Azuki’s confession is lowkey a marriage proposal.

“I want to always see you smile, master, the way your eyes light up whenever I cook for you, it’s the most beautiful thing. I…I understand if you do not want to return my feelings, but please take your time to answer me. I will wait for you.”

 Now how could you ever turn him down?

 Azuki is a gentleman at heart, calling you his sweetheart or other delicacy related petnames. He adores hand kisses, will do so as he hands you something sweet. Along with cheek kisses, holy cow does he love them.

Speaking of PDA, I feel like Azuki does it at his own pace. If you even try to initiate it, he dies on the inside and his cheeks are this super cute pink; but then he wraps his hand around yours and squeezes it and man does it feel gOOD. If he initiates it, it’s mostly hand kisses, hand holding, or a simple peck on the cheek. The other stuff comes later, the kids are watching!

 Speaking of the said tantous, they will find it cute that you do PDA but then there’s like others who are like: “EW GROSS” or “GET A ROOM” most likely Tsurumaru who screams the latter.

 That being said, sooner or later, the tantous will start calling you whatever parental title you prefer along with calling Azuki ‘dad’. Azuki isn’t crying, he swears.

Call him your little red bean, he will die, it will be the most amazing thing.

 Breakfast in bed? Breakfast in bed. All day, every day. You are never going to go hungry with him around. Sure he’s more of a baker than a chef like Shokudaikiri or Kasen but he will learn from them without a doubt. Start making regular dentist appointments though, he’s gonna load you up with sugar and sweets.

He’s also the kind of person who has candy on his person – to either give out to the little ones or you if you need a snack! He also carries an aid-kit, he’s just super prepared.

Will love it if you two cook together! Maybe get into a little food fight? Who knows.

Azuki is somewhat of a morning person, around you when you two are sleeping together? Oh man, he turns into putty. Sometimes he won’t want to wake up because you are so warm! But he will wake up on his own in the end, he does want to make you something to eat after all!

 Matching aprons? Matching aprons.

 The relationship you two have is almost marriage material, what every couple aspires to attain. You begin the day together and end it together on your own terms. All you two have to do now is to tie the knot.

 Doudanuki Masakuni

·Doudanuki doesn’t really keep you at a distance per say? It’s respectable kind of distance, like a boss and an employee. He is a sword and he knows that he is here to be your blade, to cut down your enemies without hesitation. There is no doubt that he will protect you, and wants to be of use to you.

  In fact, he doesn’t even realize the feelings he has for you are romantic in nature. You come around to watch him train yes, but most likely he won’t even notice that you are present unless he stops or you make yourself known. Hell, sometimes he’ll train you as well! Swordplay, how to throw a punch, sparring, anything man! But as time goes on, he will look forward to your little lessons together. It brings a small smile to his face whenever you appear at the edge of the door of the sparring hall, ready to face him yet again.

   It has to be someone who has to tell him that he likes you. This will cause him to pause almost in horror at the thought, needing to go have some time to himself to think. That is when your daily lessons and training will stop for a while; he reschedules them or downright cancels them, making some kind of excuse. He doesn’t know how to deal with these emotions and the other swords had seen him pummel a punching bag until it was broken while he was in deep thought.

 It’s not that he doesn’t want the emotions; Doudanuki doesn’t know how to feel about it. He is a weapon, not a piece of art. He lives to serve and to kill, why would you want to have a relationship with him?

Again, it’s probably someone midare or tsurumaru who needs to help. The distance between you two is unbearable and thus, you two are locked in a room. Doudanuki offers to destroy the door but it’s a good time for you to talk to him. He panics on the inside as you two sit in silence for a while before trying to speak.

“Look…I don’t what to do with these…emotions. It hurts whenever I’m around you, like I never want to let you go. It’s just…how do I say it…what do the others call it? Love?”

Hug him, immediately. He will melt into your embrace.

When you two become an official couple, daily morning training sessions are still a common thing. Except this time, Doudanuki is a lil bit more affectionate than before. Yes he smiles more, and sure he does help position your body with touches – but it feels much more…hm, wholesome now that your feelings are known to each other. You almost melt into his touch and he has to jokingly remind you that you two are training, cuddles can come later.

 Doudanuki isn’t much into PDA, he feels a bit embarrassed by it. Again, he isn’t used to such affection and the least he will do in public is hold your hand in a loose grip – squeezing it every now and then – not because he doesn’t like you or anything, it’s because you two are going at a relationship at your own pace. In private? Cuddles are common. Again, loose grips in case you are uncomfy and want to move or body or something – but there are times when his bear hugs are just the thing you want and need.

He gives amazing massages and knows every inch of your muscles like the back of his hand – whether or not you two are truly intimate in a sexual sense. He knows how tense they can get so if he notices that you are hunched over your desk and your shoulders are tight, expect him to make himself known with a small, “I’m going to touch you, okay?” and then place his rough hands on your shoulders, smoothing out each and every kink you have.

If you massage him in turn, Doudanuki will turn into mush, leaning against you and almost purring.

 Big spoon? Little spoon? Who cares? As long as he can hold you, he’s happy.

 If he ever comes back all bloodied and bruised and you always take care of him with the most fond of care, there is a light blush to his cheeks as he leans into your touches. It’s super cute.

  Also super dense, cannot understand how flirting works but easy to make blush if you manage to do so!

  Over all, the relationship between you two is slow and patient, not at all in a rush to reach any kind of goal. It’s simple, awkward, full of ups and downs, but it’s a sweet one none the less.

 Yamabushi Kunihiro

 Bear hugs? Bear hugs. No matter if you two are dating or not, hugs all around. He will shout your name from across the yard and wave to you, and when he comes back from a sortie and isn’t too injured, he will find you and hug you! He’s just very affectionate!

Most often found in the mountains, probably running around and training but if you decide to come with him, he would be more than happy! He shows you around, tells you about nature and its gifts, and it’s more so of a hike than anything. Sure he may get ahead of you with his long ass legs and walk cycle, but he always waits for you to catch up. Or carry you if you ask. No hesitation there.

But when he starts falling for you, Yamabushi goes off to meditate on it a little bit. He will avoid you and ask that you do not disturb him during that time but it takes him at least a couple of hours before he settles on an answer. He meditates a lot whenever he has time to think, probably under a waterfall. In the end, he accepts those feelings of romance. He takes everything in stride after all.

After this meditation session, expect him to immediately go out to seek you and your attention. He may not confess right away, but simply become much more affectionate around you. But then again, he always is. Yamabushi’s hugs are softer, tighter, and he invites you out to the hikes much more often.

His confession will come outta nowhere, during a hike, enjoying the fresh air. Maybe it was the sunshine illuminating your form, but Yamabushi will suddenly speak.

“As gorgeous as ever, master! Kakaka! I wish I could forever capture your ethereal form!!”

 You would think that he would want a camera but no, after explaining what he meant and his confession is something oh so earnest. He spills out his love for you in such a happy nonchalant manner you would think he was joking. But the minute you share his feelings, his eyes light up like a puppy and he screams into the mountain air that he is the happiest man alive.

Yeah don’t think that the physical affection doesn’t go away. You’re gonna be drowning in it, fam. Yamabushi lives for PDA. Random hugs outta nowhere, picking you up and spinning you around when you least expect it, cheek kisses, lips kisses; all of the works!

  Cuddles are mandatory. That is it. You cannot escape cuddle time.

   Very much a morning person. If he wakes up before you, Yamabushi will do his best to keep quiet and not wake you up. Instead, he might just lay there, watching you and how the sunlight hits your face. It’s there when he just…melts. Yamabushi falls almost into a lull state, enjoying your warmth and presence.

 But if you two are indeed morning people, expect to be lying in bed for a while. Yamabushi cannot help but gaze upon your form. Then it’s time to get up and go into the mountains for training and hiking!

  He tends to laugh at his sorrows and that is all fine and dandy, but he will lean on you for troubles from time to time. He will also do the same for you, his advice is sweet and sometimes it may not help but he is trying his best!

  The relationship between you two is rather seamless, passing from friendship to romantic; the barrier between those words was already thin, and it just took a little bit to tear it down. It’s a comfortable, rambunctious, and overall, full of affection. 

[simple-heroics]

Class 1-A Girls as Roommates

Oh, my god, they were roommates

Momo Yaoyorozu

First of all, you lucky bastard I hate you. Secondly, I’d like to make the point that Momo is wealthy af and has no financial need of a roommate. So, if you two are living, you’re probably already great friends with her or more. 

Momo loves to share. She is an extremely generous person, so she'll totally offer you some of her food when she cooks and even some of her shower products. 

Totally lets you borrow her clothes. Different sizes? She's gotchoo! Can and will create the best clothes for you. This is especially helpful if you have a date.

Speaking of her Quirk, its usefulness becomes really apparent when you two first move in and are still figuring out where things are or what you still need for the house. Bought that knife set but somehow forgot a can opener? Momo’s gotchoo again. 

A great communicator and takes the initiative to make sure you guys are on the same page about chores. Despite her busy hero career, Momo still does a great job keeping up with her fair share.

Please sit and drink tea with her. She'd love it. Probably the best thing about being Momo's roommate is coming home at the end of the day to this beautiful woman omg are you're okay with just being roommates and catching up over cups of freshly brewed tea. 

If something happens and you’re unable to pa your rent one month, Momo can cover it. Will not guilt or shame you over this. No matter what kind of petty roommate argument you two might have, she will never hold that over your head. Ever. Things happen, and Momo understands that.

The not so great...

Yaomomo is such a sweetie but...she's also a rich girl who is used to a lot space. Her furniture will fill up the whole apartment. An entire kitchen cabinet is stuffed to the brim with her teas, so you'd have to find some other space to shove your cereal.

Nonetheless, she tries very hard to be a good roommate - especially if it's her first place after moving out of her parents' house/school dorms - and this sometimes leads to her being overly accommodating. That and the above can lead to some tension between you two. 

Momo has such long, beautiful hair...and it absolutely gets clogged in y'all's shower. Good luck.

Mina Ashido

Mina is the fun roommate! I’m talking late nights spent goofing off, playing video games and watching movies or even just talking if you want. If you two weren’t best friends before moving in together, guess what?

You’re best friends now. or more?

Alien Queen is also Snack Queen. Our pink homegirl buys lots of snacks and is more than happy to share.

Um, garbage? What garbage? Her Quirk dissolves it and that’s one utility y’all are saving money on now to get Kaminari to help with the electricity

No matter how bad your day was, how shitty your boss, how long your commute, Mina can always make you laugh. Which is a nice way to end an otherwise completely shit day.

Actually pretty good about keeping the apartment tidy! Living in the UA dorm taught her a lot about being considerate of shared spaces and she’s always out and about anyway. So almost no worries about messes 

Because she’s either out and about or doing patrols, you actually get the apartment to yourself quite a bit?? Ummm, SCORE! Until you start missing your pink roomie/bestie

That is, if she’s not inviting/dragging you out to do stuff with her! If you’re someone who needs a bit of prompting to get out of the house, Mina is great for that!

Also...the roommate who is constantly trying to hook you up with her friends. Like, I’m serious. If you’re not already seeing anyone, this die hard romantic will constantly try to set you up with people hey, roomie, pls introduce me to Kirishima. You won’t need a dating app ‘cause Mina Ashido is your roommate and girl knows everybody.

The not so great...

If you're pretty introverted or just really prefer quiet at home, being roommates with Mina can be hard. Mina is a social butterfly - loud and bubbly and all these other wonderful qualities that simultaneously don't mesh well with most introverts.

Speaking of social butterfly, she invites her friends over. A lot. And y’all know that the Bakusquad spells c h a o s

It would also not surprise me if Mina had a number of...ahem, overnight guests. So prepare for extra (awkward) company at breakfast.

Sometimes gets so caught up in her social life, all those hobbies, and hero work that...she forgets that rent or utilities are due. Whoops. You’ll have to remind her sometimes. 😬

Good luck if you have wooden floorboards. Mina loves to dance and this means a lot of scuff marks.

Ochaco Uraraka

This cutie! 12/10 would room with her if I could

When she first started UA, Ochaco had to move to Musutafu and live on her on which I'm sure was a little scary for a 15-year-old girl and definitely lonely. She wasn't looking forward to being alone again after graduation but wait! She has you!

Really appreciates your presence in your shared home and will undoubtedly cherish you, even treating you like family. It makes her so happy when she comes home after a long day of patrols and having someone respond when she says, "I'm home!" Ochaco, lemme be your housewife

Video game nights with Dekusquad? Video game nights with Dekusquad! 

Pretty clean and always does her dishes which automatically puts her the top tier of roommate categories, let’s be real. 

She knows where all the deals are, when certain sales are happening, and where to go for the best discounts. And she shares all this hard-earned knowledge with her precious roomie (that's you, boo). Grocery shopping with her is intense because she gets super competitive about getting those deals before everyone else but it's also so much fun.

Master couponer. You knows those ladies that clip so many coupons that they sort them into little bags and actually sell them in bundles? That's Ochaco. She's even part of some online couponing groups. 

But she always hands you the coupons for your favorite snacks.

The not so great..

Ochaco works really, really hard and takes on a lot of missions. So, when she gets home, the usually upbeat hero can be a little...grouchy. By grouchy, I mean snappy and sulky and -- who is this woman and what did she do to your sweet, adorable roommate? 

Seriously, just don’t talk to her or make a lot of noise until she sleeps for 10+ hours and eats or she might send you floating to your shared ceiling.

That roommate who will get on you if you leave any of the lights on or stay in the shower for too long. She is NOT shelling out extra cash on utilities next month because of you!! honestly same

Toru Hagakure

Another fun roommate! 

We’ve seen her room, and we can tell by looking at it that she loves to decorate. If you (probably) have different tastes than hers, Toru will find ways to compromise and combine both your preferences to decorate your shared apartment! You know what that means?

Ikea trips. Toru’s enthusiasm alone makes it so much fun but it’s not as fun when you inevitably lose her in that Swedish labyrinth. (Hint: Check the various kids’ sections. She got distracted by the cute plushies.) 

If you two are not constantly updating your interior design, you’re at least adding to it. it makes the space just uniquely yours and feel so homey.

Toru has some real 👌👌 taste in movies. Her movie collection makes for some awesome movie nights. Bring all the blankets, plushies, and the like and you’re in for a chill night.

Out of everyone on this list, I feel like she’ll be the easiest to convince to get a pet. She skips the “well, who is gonna pay for food?” talk and doesn’t spend any too much time deliberating over her busy hero schedule - just jumps right on in to the nearest adoption agency.

Congrats, you’re now parents of an adorable, slightly grumpy rescue cat. Which - bonus - actually makes it so much easier keeping track of Toru because it’s almost always brushing against her legs or on her lap.

The not so great...

Definitely the nosy roommates. She wants to know all the details about your life and is the type to peak into your room because she's curious. Her Quirk only makes all the easier for her.

She likes to leave cute or funny messages on the fogged up bathroom mirror or with magnets on the fridge which is cute but...unnerving when an invisible being sends you random messages in your apartment.

....and according to the wiki, she loves hidden-camera prank shows? Welcome to Jackass, roomie. You’re gonna get pranked.

Also because of her Quirk, she often has to remove her clothes to make full use of her invisibility but this has also lead to a bad habit of leaving articles of clothing throughout the apartment. You often find random socks and gloves and even shirts out throughout the apartment.

Tsuyu Asui

A+ roomie. Seriously, give this girl all a gold star.

Super tidy, super considerate, and super stoked to live with you. She’s used to a full house and honestly wasn’t so sure about living on her own straight after graduation. Then came you!

Tsuyu looooves to cook with you. If your cooking skills need work, she’ll happily teach you. Out of everyone else on this list, you share the most meals together. 

Soooo many blankets and pillows in your apartment! Tsu needs the extra layers during winter and honestly, just build a blanket fort for you two. It’s great. just roommates huh?

Absolutely will text you just to check in if she makes it home before you and has no problem either waiting up for you or even walking to meet if it’s dark. And honestly, what’s better than 

Being super straightforward, Tsuyu always lets you know if there’s something up with the apartment or just if she’d like you to be a little quieter coming home. Also an observant person and checks in on your needs/preferences as well. Y’all rarely have any typical roommate spats because she’s direct and makes sure to communicate.

We stan a sweet, considerate frog roommate in this household.

The not so great...

Because she grew up taking care of two younger siblings and then lived with the entire 1-A class (19 teenagers in one building -- that's insane) in the dorms, Tsuyu actually has little tolerance for messes in common spaces. 

Tsuya Asui ain’t your momma. You're both adults and you both pay rent, so she expects you clean up after yourself and will call you out if you don't.

Especially about those dishes left in the sink. You can say that you just left the pots in there "to soak", but Tsuyu ain't buying it. And she tells you as much.

Not above shaming your messes on her Snap story i’m that petty roommate or bringing up that you forgot to take out the trash in front of other people.

Kyouka Jirou

She's the cool roommate. By that, I mean the one you’re lowkey bragging about when you describe her to your friends. Girl is a hero, plays pretty much every instrument, and is just a cool person in general. It’s hard not to brag.

Seriously, just her mere presence alone makes your place at least 70% cooler than it would have been if you lived by yourself. That’s how cool she is.

Super respectful of your privacy. Like, she won’t even know what your room actually looks like unless you actually invite her in.

Great roommate banter. Kyouka has a great dry sense of humor and likes to tease people, so you two can go back and forth all day.

Great texter. She always gives you a heads up when people are over or if you guys need anything for the apartment. Bonus: lots of hilarious pics of Bakusquad being idiots.

Don't tell her that you can hear her when she sings in the shower; it'd just fluster her and make her self-conscious. But being able to listen to that amazing voice in your own home?👌👌👌

If you're someone who doesn't necessarily need or even want a tight knit relationship with a roommate, Kyouka is your best bet. She's generally really chill and won't get hyped over being best friends. 

That said, she’s a pretty empathetic person and easy to talk to. She’ll absolutely stay up late with you just to talk if you need it. Gives great advice.

The not so great...

You will lose track over how many times you ask her to turn the music down. 

Like Mina, Kyouka comes as a package deal with the Bakusquad. Kyouka doesn’t invite them over often because even she doesn’t want that chaos in her home but sometimes it’s inevitable.

She’s not much of a cook. Plus she’s pretty busy keeping up with her hero career, music, and group of friends, so she doesn’t have much free time anyway. This means she orders out - a lot. Good news? Hardly any friction over cleaning dishes. Bad news? Her take out boxes leave little room in the fridge for your food.

BONUS: Regardless of who you room with, you’ll hardly ever worry about a break-in or any crime in your neighborhood because your roommate is a professional hero and will kick any home intruder stupid enough to try anything.

[cozycornerwritings]

How they react to a sassy Mc

Zen •You both had gone out to eat. •He was taking you out because your job was going really well and you recently graduated college. • You were enjoying the meal until.. • Your waiter tells you that paparazzi is outside • You shift on your chair and Zen asks you if you want to go home. • you agree • He takes your hand and tries to go out the back door to avoid cameras • There is flashes and reporters shouting out questions. •The waiter is helping keep them out of your face. •A man shouts out from the crowd, "How about you suck a real dick sweetheart?" •Zen hears and is about to cuss this guy out •You cut him off. •You turn with a straight face,"Sorry I don't like your mom that way." • There is a crowd now shouting ooooooh and hot damn •Zen looks at you blushing and you start to pull him along. • He likes this dominant side that has a hint of danger. • He hopes you'll be the dominant one tonight • you will be

Seven *He is going to meet your family * He's actually really nervous and sweaty * You warn him that your family can be a bit rude *This makes him worry more * You get to the house and start talking to your family * Seven gets nervous after he introduced himself * He holds your hand * He eventually warms up and starts telling jokes * Your family goes to sit at the table, he sits beside you. * there is one chair not filled *its aunt Sally's chair *He ignores it and talks with your mom *Boom! *the front door slams open, it's aunt sally *Sevens heart stopped for a moment *she walks in and sits down in her chair across from your soul mate * Seven can already tell you don't like her *probably cause the death grip you get *Its your turn to hold his hand *You glare as she makes racist comments *He rubs circles in your hand *you try to calm down, no fights today. *Seven cracks a joke to your family *The table laughs *not aunt sally though * She scoffs and says * "Is that really the best joke you have?" *Luciel looks down a little upset, but he's gonna brush it off *He takes a drink to wash away the awkwardness * You won't let it slide * "Oh I'm sorry Auntie, but you know there's no better joke then your marriages" * Seven chokes as the table goes quiet * Your family laughs as he looks at you lovingly * He really wants to see what else that sassy mouth can do.

Yoosung >You two had been hardcore studying and working hard. >Puppy yoosung wants to go on a walk > You trip and skin your knees > Yoosung runs up and cradles you > He looks like he's gonna cry > You pat his head and he brings you to clean your cuts > he gives you a Bob the Builder bandaid >BECAUSE YES WE CAN FIX IT > You give him a kiss on the cheek and he blushes like crazy > Puppy also want to make dinner to make it up to you > You two need to go shopping > it's 98* and you wear cute shorts > yoosung wears a crop top > He drives you to target >"omg get in the cart yoosweet" "why" "cause it'll make me happy" "well alright" > You push him in the cart and he picks out pasta >He gets out to reach marshmallows for you > Old school bullies come up > they start to throw shade and act all fake > "Why are your knees so gross looking?" > yoosung scowls and puts his arm around you > he was going to say" you can't talk to the love of my life like that" > you cut him off >"I dont know, why are you always on yours?" > she scoffs and yoosung looks with wide purple eyes > thinks "did my angel just say that?" > She gains her composer back > "Shut it bitch!" > yoosung is getting angry at her, but being very gentle with you > You don't skip a beat > "It might be best to give that advice to your legs instead" >Yoosweet gets that one and can't help but blush at you >He thinks his wife is so hot when she's being dominant > He is thinking about how much he loves you > she storms off with her pals > he gives you a kiss on the forehead > "Your like a real life LOLOL boss" > He takes you home and gives a a massage > "so was that joke about being on your knees, was it about...." >"I'll show you"

Jumin -It is soooo date night - How fancy is dinner gonna be? -100% fancy -he picks out clothes for you and helps brush out your hair - Fancy Dinner Time~ -thanks driver Kim for the lift - The place is waaaaay too fancy for you - He holds your hand and guides you inside like a princess - You can't say no to this man - candles and fancy French waiters everywhere -the fanciest table is your table - of course this man helps get you in your chair - guess what your ordering first? - Wine! - Time for food -"I'll order for you" "no Jumin I got it, just let me order today okay?" "Alright my lovely wife" - WAIT YOU CANT SPEAK FRENCH -"what can I get you ma'am?" Waiter is here -too late to turn back -"can I get the uh.. ba bour..um" -looks 100% done "Bouillabaisse?" -"the uh booyoullabass?" -now even more done with your poor ass "Bouillabaisse" -"the uh." Waiter cuts you off"don't bother" -Jumin is gonna get him fired and put in jail - before he can -"sorry I don't speak fluent asshole like you obviously do" -Jumin gets 100% turned on. -you go home and the chef comes to make you two a special dinner

V ~you two were out shopping ~ precious baby wants to buy you a puppy cause you love them ~ you say you'd rather adopt to save a life ~ how is it possible that he can't stop falling in love with you ~ let's go to the pet store! ~ walking around looking for dog food and a few random treats ~old woman is carrying her prissy little dog ~ is casting you and your blue haired angel rude looks ~ "you know dyeing hair is a big commitment" ~ V doesn't know what to say ~ "unlike your marriages" ~ V is even more speechless ~ you grab random food and treats and leave, holding V's hand ~ TIME FOR A DOGGO ~ you look around a fundraiser for saving and finding a second home for dogs ~ you see a cute Great Dane that you automatically fall in love with ~ V thinks it's kinda big ~ "but it's like a pony and a dog!" ~"anything to make you happy love" ~ you turn to see the old lady again ~ she sees you, and walks up ~"can you handle the responsibility of being a dog owner, you act so much like a child" ~ V is hugging you from behind now ~ "guess the female dogs aren't the only bitches here" ~ You can feel him chuckle this time ~Old lady walks away shook ~ you two get the Great Dane ~ you let V pick the name ~ Her name is Acorn

[shirtlesssammy]

2x17: Heart

In a swanky bar in San Francisco, co-workers are out enjoying good company and crazy drinks. 

Maddie gets hit on by her boss, Nate, but is smart enough to see right through him. As she watches him walk away though, she sees a scruffy dude in the corner and becomes alarmed. He’s gone in an instant and Maddie takes off. She gets in her car and when she drives away, the scruffy man exits the shadows to watch her leave. 

The next morning, Maddie is getting coffee ready in the office when she finds Nate completely shredded to pieces on his desk. 

At the morgue, Detective Sam Winchester checks out the vic. Off the record, the coroner would say the guy was attacked by a wolf. Sam guesses correctly that he’s also missing his heart.

At the motel, Dean and Sam discuss the case and the string of unsolved deaths in the past year. This was the first man. All previous deaths were women, all prostitutes, all missing their hearts. Dean’s super pumped that they’re dealing with a werewolf. They haven’t seen one since they were kids (Sidenote: so in Bad Boys, Dean didn’t get those bruises from a werewolf...hmm, yep.) (Natasha: Oh noooooooo!) He’s also super pumped to put a silver bullet through its heart. 

They head off to talk to Madison. 

They show up at Madison’s place. She introduces them to her neighbor, Glenn. He’s a quiet, churchy dude who makes casseroles for traumatized neighbors. 

He leaves and the brothers ask Madison more about Nate. They ask if he had any enemies. She admits that her ex-boyfriend, Kurt, thought there was something going on between Madison and Nate. He’s been stalking them. The brothers head out to visit Kurt.

Sam and Dean sneak into Kurt’s apartment. They don’t find anything suspicious in the first two seconds of searching, but they do hear a mysterious noise outside. Dean finds claw marks all the way down the side of the building. 

Meanwhile, a copper is investigating a noise in the back alley when he’s attacked by the camera! He fires his gun. Sam and Dean run to the alley. They find the cop torn apart, dead. 

They head back to Madison’s, believing she’s in danger of Kurt. She tells them about seeing him outside her building the night before. One of them will stay with Madison and the other will go check out where Kurt works. They both want to stay with Madison, so Sam plays dirty and insists they play a little Rock-Paper-Scissors. He knows he’s going to win. He always wins. Dean always plays scissors.

Sam’s an awkward bean hanging out with Madison though --and she knows it. Folding her intimate wear right in front of Sam is dirty pool. Dean checks in on a lead on Kurt and then busts Sam’s balls a bit before Sam hangs up. 

Sam and Madison start watching TV. They bond over Madison’s cheesy soap. (Oh, man, in the world where Dean won the rochambeau game, he would have totally out geeked Madison on enjoying that soap.) Needless to say, Madison and Sam are cutie pies. 

Sam asks Madison why she was with Kurt. She tells him that it was what it was, but she changed after she got mugged and decided to take control of her life. Sam’s impressed. He’s soooo cute. He finds her so interesting but he’s working a case and he’s a nervous bean around women and he’s not really had feeling or wanted to have feelings for someone since Jess and Madison is cute and flirty and likes books. It’s a lot. Interrupting Dean calls to let Sam know that Kurt’s been found. 

Later, Madison lets Sam know she’s turning in for the night. Sam keeps it all professional and tells her that he’ll be here if she needs him. She gives him a lingering stare as she wanders into her bedroom. Sam stays up late watching TV. 

Dean stakes out Kurt’s apartment. Something smashes the window to Kurt’s balcony and Dean heads to investigate. Inside he finds a very dead Kurt ---and a very werewolf-y Madison!! She attacks Dean and runs away. 

The next morning, Dean calls Sam to tell him that the werewolf is Madison. Sam doesn’t believe it. She’s asleep in her bed. Dean tells him to look at her arm. He got her with his silver knife.  Sure enough, she’s got a cut on her arm. She’s also confused as to why she is naked. She wants to know what’s happening, and where Sam’s going. Sam goes to the front door and locks it, and then says, “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Ok, so that’s creepy, Sam. I guess she is a monster though?

Later that morning, Madison can’t believe she let this young, gun-wielding lad into her apartment solely on his word that he was a cop. She tries to convince Sam that monsters aren’t real but he shouts at her and won’t let her go. GOD this episode is disturbing on so many levels.

Enter Dean Winchester, who thanks her sarcastically for his head injury (that she doesn’t remember doing). Sam pulls him aside and they debate whether or not she’s killing on purpose or changing and suffering amnesia afterwards. Sam’s not ready to kill her if she isn’t aware that she’s a werewolf. And whoa guys, WHOA. I’m contrasting this with the episode we just recapped, Lucifer Rising, where Sam ganks the demon while the human vessel is in control. Brrr chills. 

Sam thinks there may be a cure for Madison. Their dad had a theory that if you killed the sire, you could sever the bloodline and cure werewolves. Sam examines her bite injury, sustained during the recent mugging. 

They learn that she was mugged around Hunter’s Point. Sam stays behind while Dean heads out to catch himself a werewolf! Sam tries to explain to Madison - who is openly weeping - that he’s only tied her up so he can help her. Y I K E S, Sam, that’s what they all say. 

In the middle of the city, a wolf howls. In Madison’s apartment, her manicure gets ruined. 

Madison hulks out and swats Sam down like he’s a bug. 

Downtown, a woman gets attacked. Dean shoots the attacker full of several holes and the werewolf morphs back into mostly human. It’s the weird, religious neighbor who lives next to Madison. He apparently feeds off of sex workers but “turns” the cute girl next door. Gross. 

Madison wakes up in a heavily clawed up room, still not remembering anything. Sam trapped her there overnight.

Dean relaxes in the car later and reflects on how Glen had no clue what he was doing when he was wolfed out. (Okay but...DIDN’T HE?) Dean catches the fact that Glen turned Madison instead of killing her and speculates that Glen was after a little “breeding action.” For fuck’s sake, Dean. I mean, you’re not WRONG, but I don’t appreciate the relish with which you talk about that. 

Dean pushes Sam to try his luck with Madison, who they’re pretty sure is now cured. Speak of the devil, Madison knocks on the Impala window. “You know, for a stake-out, your car’s a bit conspicuous.” TRUTH. She invites them back upstairs.

Day passes into night, then heads into morning without Madison turning. It worked! Awesome. Dean makes excuses to leave. Sam apologizes for tying her to a chair. She apologizes for scratching his face. They kiss. Suddenly there’s a fire in the fireplace! 

After eighty years of making out, we flash forward to a peaceful sleeping scene. 

Shirtless Sammy Alert!

The moon rises again. I guess they had sex all day? Sam wakes up to Madison snarling, fully wolfed out. GURL after all-day marathon sex I’d be that hungry, too. She launches out of the window instead of taking advantage of tasty snak Sam Winchester. 

Wherps. 

Sam races for Dean. They toss theories around, like that she has to be asleep to turn. Boys, plz, we saw her wolf out while Sam had her tied to a chair. There’s no legend, no lore that can save her. Sam draws a direct parallel to his own demon-blood situation. Part of him is evil as well, but Dean will never kill him. Dean WILL kill Madison without pause, however. 

Madison calls Sam from a pay phone. She shows the natural prowess from pre-smartphone days of memorizing phone numbers! She also tells Sam where she is. Sam calls her “Madi” and, friends, I am dead. 

Back at her apartment, they recap the situation. Madison doesn’t remember anything. Dean tells her that there’s one tried and true way to solve a werewolf problem, and that’s at the business end of a gun. MAN, I cannot tell you how many times I fantasize that the end of this show will bring about a more humanitarian world for monsters. 

Madison, in the heat of trauma, concludes that it’s time to die. She hands the gun to Sam and asks him to kill her. DUDE. Can we calm down, drink some hot chocolate, and revisit this?

“We can find a way. I’m gonna save you,” Sam says. Madison won’t have it though. She’s ready to die and she wants Sam to do it. (Once again, through our season 15 lens, I have to send two giant middle fingers straight to Chuck because DAMN this is such a lesson episode about how Dean’s gonna have to kill Sam.)

Sam’s an emotional wreck, but he takes the gun and kills her. UGH thanks for ripping out my HEART, show. (Also ISWYDT) The episode ends on a close-up of Dean. He single-man-tears Madison’s death, and flinches as the gun goes off. 

These Quotes Go on When I Close My Eyes:

Maybe there’s some human hearts behind the Haagen-Daz or something

Dean, always with the scissors

I could keep feeling sorry for myself, or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter

What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?

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[allhallowsreid]

just lots and lots of very long-winded, random thoughts about last night’s finale and the show itself...

so obvs no one has to agree with me on any of this, i just feel like there likely ARE ppl who feel like this and it’s easy to get shut down on tumblr for having different opinions, and i mostly just need to gather my feelings and thoughts in one place.

-ive seen a handful of ppl upset that the last ep centered around reid, but if you were to take 10 fans of this show, it’s a pretty good chance that 8 or 9 of them would say reid is their fave character. that isn’t me trying to insult any of the other characters, that’s just the way it is. whether it’s bc of his looks (and my lord was he gorgeous in this finale ep), or that he’s your typical cute white boi, or more organic reasons like he’s been there since day 1 and we were able to watch him change and grow, and he’s the opposite of the typical male characters we often see, especially on cop shows.. whatever the reason, he is a VERY popular tv character. and if it weren’t for that character, for better or worse, this show would have ended a long time ago.

-the ending itself.. i just feel like i don’t know what ppl were expecting?? this is not a show like supernatural or dexter or a show that has had a fluent overarching story to tell from start to finish. the story continues without us watching it. it’s another day at the office for them. was it a great ending? no, but it was fine. we see where all of them are headed. endings are so difficult, i’m just glad they didn’t kill anyone off or some garbage like that.

-so damn happy they hooked up luke and garcia. i have had such issues with garcia’s character since morgan left, i feel like she became a caricature, where she just overacts and i recently read an article with kirsten where she actually admitted that when shemar left she really didn’t know what to do with her character anymore. honestly? it showed. the obnoxiousness to luke was cute at first bc she obviously had a crush on him, but then it just became mean and out of character. this season i was happy to see her get a little bit more back to herself. all this being said, they were very clearly headed towards getting luke and garcia together this season with the overt flirting and one on one convo’s, i’m so glad they went through with it instead of leaving it open ended. and i will admit that of all the characters, i didn’t think garcia would be the one to leave, but it made sense. garcia is tough as hell, much tougher than she gives herself credit for, but like luke said, she can do this other job without the gore that she cringes over in literally every single episode of the show. also loved jj saying garcia was the glue of the team. so true, so well said. and side note, kirsten does a hell of a job writing these characters that she knows all too well, the other writers should’ve just let her take over in later seasons.

-prentiss... i love my emily so dang much, but man they give her the absolute worst dialogue. she gets stuck with all these long sentences that just.. they just don’t flow?? and it takes me out of the show so often. this has been since s12 when she became unit chief. there has been a handful of times since she became the boss that we have had flashes of old school smartass goth girl emily, and i cherished each moment, but it wasn’t enough. somewhere along the way they forgot how to write into the show that their characters had PERSONALITY. just as an example of the stupid dialogue she gets.. the end of the ep where it’s intended to look like rossi’s retirement party. then, idk who it was, emilys boyfriend maybe(?) says some dumb comment about oh gee i thought this was dave’s retirement! and then emily starts some awkwardly long line that could’ve been summed up in “dave decided not to retire afterall” and it was just soooo... weird?!!? if we are agreeing that A MONTH has gone by.. you are to tell me that it never once came up that dave said he was gonna retire and then changed his mind!??! that night, one month later, is the first that this discussion occurred!!?!?! and all of these dumb lines come out sounding so robotic, and i can’t blame paget, bc the lines are boring as hell. also unless i missed something i can’t rule emily out of being the next director, especially since their profile ended up being correct, lynch and the mom didn’t kill themselves, so i’m sure when that all came out, the next hurdle emily would have to clear is how they just blew up their very expensive jet right after having a budget meeting 2 episodes ago!!

- i’m gonna lump the newer characters together.. and just say that it was all too little, too late. they tried to give matt and luke more this season, and the ep’s centered on them were great, but it all felt forced to me. all this character development should’ve started as soon as they came onto the show. the relationships between the new and original characters also feels forced a lot of times, barring relationships like rossi and his boys, luke and garcia, tara and emily.. i mean that’s kind of all, right? we never saw much off-the-job, personal interactions between them and the rest of the characters, did we? and the way tara was treated on this show is inexcusable. aisha’s talents were so underused on this show it was criminal (pun intended). and actually, the above stuff i said about emily getting nonsense dialogue, you can throw matt in there too. his dialogue was friggin god awful at times on this show. in the words of early seasons reid, maybe try to be more conversational, writers!!

-man oh man was jj a badass and a half in this finale. tbh i always enjoyed liaison jj more than ssa jj, but when badass jj comes out i get all excited. i do feel like she would be the best fit to take over if emily left, she’d stepped into that role before and excelled. but she is another character that at times i think the writers just forgot how to write her personality somewhere along the way. i understand that the reality is that people change over time, but there were times that she was written like a typical high school mean girl, and that was just an insult to the character they created. the whole jeid thing was severely overblown and unnecessary. i don’t hate the idea of them being together, but why wait til s14-15 to deal with this? in the end i thought it was handled okay, i personally didn’t feel like it ruined their friendship or stayed awkward, which i appreciated, it was just a storyline that wasn’t needed and wasted time. also, ppl griping about “oh but she clearly loves will, if she loves spencer then she can’t love will!” i mean, actually, ppl are capable of loving more than one person at a time, hate to burst that bubble for ya.

-this seems like a good moment though to pause and just get this out about will lamon-fuckin-tagne jr... this guy is too good for jj lol, i am sorry but he is such a great guy. and can we review some things about will and his wife’s bestest friend, godfather to his children, spencer reid?? when will and spencer first met, it was during an unbelievably personal case to will, i mean his father died sending him a message about this case that the fbi was called in on. and his first intro with reid?? let’s see, reid spent that ep strung out on drugs, and full on abandoning the case to go hang out with his friend at a club/bar/lounge/whatever. ok, so that’s will’s first impression of jj’s bestie, and will STILL okay’d him being the godfather of his kids. not to mention, can you imagine your wife has been gone in the damn middle east for who even knows how long, then when she finally gets back and you think you’re gonna have her to yourself, but oh no, here comes jj’s friggin bestie again to come cry on the couch every night for several weeks!!!! and he gives zero indication of not liking spencer, in fact he seems rather fond of him. will is the most patient man ever, i swear.

-ok that was an unexpected side track. moving onto rossi. not sure why they were all like oh pfft this guy will never retire. the dude literally retired before the show started lol. if he retired once, when he was fairly young, why is the idea of it happening again so impossible? again, dumb dialogue. i loved the stuff with him and young gideon (i may be biased tho bc i’m just so damn proud of ben savage), i loved that rossi knew more about the jet than the others, however that was an inconsistency bc when rossi came back from retirement, he couldn’t believe the bau had its own jet. unless i just misunderstood what emily meant when she said it all started with rossi and gideon. i felt like lynch was a very underwhelming villain. super forgettable. there was no charisma like foyet or cat adams, there was no creep factor like mr scratch, there was no mystery like the replicator or the fisher king. his whole story just fell flat, and if there were anything interesting about him whatsoever, it’s bc of what rossi brought to the table, not the “chameleon”.

-my boy reid. he has several lifetimes of baggage to unpack, and i think of all the characters on this show, no one hates unpacking their trauma more than reid. i feel like it was so relatable that he could barely speak in this ep without sounding on the verge of tears, like every sentence was painful to even get out bc of how much hurt is stored up inside him. his trauma has defined him for years now, and if they had ended the show without addressing even some of it, the show would’ve been incomplete. i understand that actors schedules just don’t work out sometimes, but idk what the point was of having strauss and foyet be his devil and angel. and foyet’s long explanation of how bc he changed hotch, he changed the team was so convoluted that he may as well have just said “they couldn’t get james van der beek or the dude who played mr scratch, so im here instead”. i liked what they did with reid and maeve, and i actually don’t mind that there was no mention of max. they’re still very early in their relationship, and i feel like him coming out with some “wait i think i love max!” revelation would just be too fast and ooc. we already know that the relationship between them is growing, it doesn’t need to be said. and can i get an amen that maeve and reid didn’t kiss bc god that would’ve been weird as hell.

- i hate that we couldn’t have hotch or morgan or blake or elle or any of the main characters that helped make this show what it was, but i’m still grateful for the crumbs they gave us if the actors just couldn’t be booked for whatever reason. i’ve seen many shows at their end just try to pretend their previous characters never existed, so that we got some flashbacks with them was appreciated.

- RIP bau jet. i wiiiill reMEMber youuuuuuu.

-the song choice of david bowie’s Heroes was perfection. strangely, when i was driving home from work yesterday that song came on my playlist and i blasted it on repeat and performed a car concert for my fellow drivers on the road, and thought to myself that this song would be great for cm to end on. never thought they would actually do it since they had previously used the song in penelope’s ep. but what a great scene of all them dancing and singing and laughing like the bunch of nerdy idiots they are.

-i came late into the game with this show. ppl have been telling me for years to watch it and i only picked up watching in s13, after i read a spn/cm crossover fic and became super curious about who all these awesome characters were. with that said, i’m aware that since i haven’t invested years of my life in this show, that my feelings and thoughts about the ending will be different than those who have been hooked on this show for over a decade. i’m still just so thankful for the family portrayed by this show, and these characters i fell in love with, and episodes i’ll never forget.

[wanna1things]

Hwang Minhyun; The Christmas Party | 11 Days of Christmas ❄

Genre;; fluffy christmas

Warnings;; none

Pairing;; Hwang Minhyun x reader

Requested;; nope

Summary;; Alcohol and work never go together, but that combination managed to help find you a very Christmassy love.

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1271

The 11 Days of Christmas;; 1st | 2nd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | 10th | 11th (coming soon) -MASTERLIST-

YES I LOV MINHYUN AND I LOVE THIS its late because i had a party annnnnnd didn’t finish this before i left so had to delay

you knew minhyun since the day you started working at your company

he was your boss’s right hand man and he always walked around the office smiling and waving at each of your coworkers

he was the first to introduce himself on your first day

but after that you two…never really talked

he was always busy, but he managed to do the same routine that he did with all of your coworkers

the usual

“Hey, y/n, hows your pet this week” or some oddly specific thing like that

because he seemed to be very good at memorising details about peoples lives

sometimes when it was just you two working overtime he’d drop you a coffee but that was usually… your only interaction

but just like the vast majority of your office, you were crushing hard on minhyun

he just moved really elegantly?? And was so nice and kind but also like… jokey at the same time??

plus he was stunningly beautiful

like basically significant other goals

when christmas comes around, you two and two of your other coworkers are nominated to be the designated drivers

minhyun... doesn’t mind this he can’t handle drink anyway

but honestly?? you were glad because the way this year was going if you got even remotely drunk you would end up confessing to minhyun

the party came around too fast honestly before you’d even got an outfit

but you were glad it was on a saturday night because

last minute you requested to not be a designated driver

you decided that, with a bit of dutch courage, you’d try and ,, advance your relationship with minhyun to more than just buying each other a coffee from the machine and asking how each others pets were

and you were moved into minhyun’s designated driver group so basically,, you were going to be dropped home by minhyun

which would be great if you also weren’t dropped home by 3 of your drunk coworkers at the same time

ANYWAY so the day of the party came

and you wore the smartest clothes you had,, when minhyun came to pick you up

instead of doing the usual tooting the horn to let you know he’s outside he actually,, came to your apartment door and rang the doorbell

you locked up quickly and rushed down to meet him

“Ah hi y/n!! You look really beautiful today!!”

of course you blushed at the compliment because

OH my god did he look like a god??

he was wearing what looked like a really expensive suit with a silk shirt underneath you were basically about to have a nosebleed

he walked you over to his car and opened the door for you (ooF MANNERS)

he then got in himself and started to drive to pick up your other coworkers

“So… i didn’t know you lived so close to me, y/n.”

you were confused by this question because lmao you had not a single clue where he lived

“What do you mean??”

“I live in the apartment block next to yours…”

“OH”

a slightly awkward silence filled the air of his car as you two though about what to say to each other

although minhyun was usually,, talkative at the office he was struggling to find stuff to say

(he was stunned by your beauty)

when you reached your coworker’s house you lowkey thanked god because the other 2 coworkers you had to pick up were already there

but they were also completely drunk

one of them almost fell into the car and thought minhyun’s head was the headrest and accidentally leaned on it with all of their weight

you looked over at minhyun and laughed because he had a really sour look on his face that was one you totally had never seen before

and it was really cute

when they finally removed their hand he turned to look back at you and laughed with you

before long you both arrived at the venue and

you seemed to be glued to each others sides

your coworkers would come and try to steal him away from you because hey who doesnt want a piece of minhyun

but for some reason best known to himself he stuck next to you

when you wandered off to get food he followed close behind you and got food too

the one place he didn’t follow you to was the bar, where you ordered a vodka and coke and went to sit down at one of the tables

minhyun followed you to sit there shortly after, putting his own soft drink down on the table and stretching his legs out

the small tinsel christmas tree in the centre of the table twinkled softly and the lights reflected in minhyuns eyes making them look…. even more beautiful

“I’m never very good at talking to drunk people and most people here seem to be drunk already… so i think i’ll stick with you for the rest of tonight”

you questioned his reasoning a bit but you weren’t about to say no to spending the party with minhyun so you just continued sipping your drink

“I realise we’ve never really spoken properly, y/n… i guess i should ask you why you joined the company?”

you shrugged a little at the sudden question but answered it truthfully

“It was what i wanted to do and… it was one of the few companies hiring for the job i wanted so I applied here… what about you?”

minhyun smiled at your answered and sipped on his juice

“I’m friends with the CEO… you could say i’ve been here from pretty much the start”

the conversation seemed to dry up a little again and in a moment of courage you downed your drink and turned to face him properly

“You know, Minhyun, you’re very attractive.”

he seemed a bit,, taken aback by your sudden confession but his surprised was soon replaced by a soft blush that settled over his cheeks

“Ah… I hear that from a lot of people but it makes me more shy to hear that from you…”

the red of his cheeks made him look more,, boyish and he looked like the cutest thing on earth as he smiled

“It’s the truth!! Honestly!!”

“I have to say, the same goes for you…”

In your slightly tipsy state it took you a second to realise he was trying to say

that he thought you were attractive too

you smiled and blushed two and you two really looked like a right pair of weirdos sitting there blushing and smiling at each other

but then your blush fest was interrupted by two of your coworkers coming over in their complete drunken state

“y/n and -hic- minhyun, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G”

“What.”

you sobered up almost instantly and looked up at your singing coworker, blushing now for a whole other reason

“You two are soooo in love i can tell~~ you should totally get together~~”

“Yeah y/n!!! Everyone knows about your crush on minhyun~~”

you looked over at minhyun and he was laughing and smiling widely, not even a hint of embarrassment on his face

when he noticed you glaring at him for encouraging your coworkers he leant over to you and whispered in your ear

“What do you say we do what they suggest? And get together?”

“Are you asking me out, minhyun?”

“Maybe”

he winked and pressed his lips to your cheek before sitting back in his chair

as your heart almost burst you were glad you turned down being designated driver

because right now, you were drunk in love

its not me if it doesnt have a cringey last line

[writefasttalkevenfaster]

Rafael Barba / In Sickness...

Imagine having to take care of Barba when he’s sick.

So if this hasn’t been done a million and one times.... So I love the idea of having to take care of Barba when he’s sick, because I feel like he’s really stubborn and would hate that a little cold could take him down like this. He stands up to rapists, murderers, and gangsters, but a little cold and he cannot function. This is me though since I tend to get sick before/after midterms/finals or when I’m super stressed and I am also a workaholic like Barba soooo.

Barba hadn’t shown up to the office today, you noted with some curiousity. You tapped your pen on your desk, recalling the handful of times he’s been out of the office for this long without prior notice. Well more work for you, you sighed, glancing at the pile of briefs and motions in front of you, before getting to work. Either way, it would be nice to get some work done without him watching over your shoulder for once. You had just gotten to work, when your phone started to vibrate. It spasmed, informing you of several messages that had come through. You checked the phone, spotting Barba’s name flashing at the top of your notifications. You unlocked your phone, only for him to call you. 

You sighed, the man was the most impatient person you had ever met, and picked up the phone call with a bit of reluctance. “L/N,” You answered. 

“I texted you some file names. I need you to bring those files to m-” Barba’s last words were cut off by a hacking cough, you flinched, holding the phone away for a moment, before getting back on the line. “To my apartment.” He croaked out the rest of his sentence.

“Are you okay?” You could almost see him scowl at you, feeling the daggers come through your phone screen.

“Just perfect,” He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though severely undercut by his now hoarse voice. You said nothing, giving an audible sigh, and waiting for him to explain. “I caught a cold, and didn’t think it was prudent for me to come into the office sick-”

“Even though you probably have done that before?” It was his turn to sigh.  

“Maybe I’ll just pick them up myself,” He said bitterly, and you felt a tinge of guilt gnawing at you, before leaping into action. You held your phone between your cheek and shoulder, as you grabbed a pen and a piece of paper.

“Hold it, Barba, I got it. You’ll have your folders in no time. Just stay in bed and rest. Tell me which ones you need.”

You not only picked up the folders he needed, but while you were at it, you picked up some cold medicine, cough drops, and some lunch. You figured he didn’t exactly have the energy to cook, especially since he actually stayed home from work. Something that still surprised you when you considered what a workaholic the man was. You arrived at the address he texted you, the doorman let you in and you arrived to his loft. You knocked on his door hesitantly. You just realized you were arriving at your boss’s apartment, you weren’t sure how to conduct yourself. You fidgeted while waiting for him to answer the door, when you got a text. It’s open.

You threw open the door, shutting it behind you with your foot. “You work sex and murder crimes and you think its safe to leave your door-” You looked around, you didn’t see who you were lecturing. “Barba?”

“In here,” A muffled voice floated from another room. You wandered to another door, knocking on it. “Come in,” You saw him with his laptop on his lap, back pressed against his headboard and some pillows. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice scratchy, and his nose was red and splotchy. He had several files piled next to him, as well as a mountain of tissues in his trash can. “Good, you brought the files.” You saw him texting on his phone. “I have a hearing on Monday. I’m texting Rita Calhoun trying to-” You walked over, snatching the phone from his hands. “What? What are you doing?” You closed the laptop, picking up the files around him and placed it on his dresser. “Y/N, give-”

“Bed rest,” You said calmly. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off. “You want to be well enough on Monday for trial, you need to rest.” You dug through the bag you bought, pulling out some cold medicine and tossing it to him. “Take this. Wait, how long has it been since you took anything?” He glowered at you.

“I’m not a child,” He scowled, but it was less effective with his red nose and watery eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing.

“I want you to lay down, and rest. I bought lunch, but I’m going to heat it up.” You turned and were heading from the room. “Lay down,” You insisted with a wave of your hand. “Please?” He grumbled, and muttered something about still needing his phone back, but he laid down as per your request.

You warmed everything up, you grabbed some food from a great Egyptian place that you and Rafael often got lunch from. You found a bed tray he had in kitchen, and set it up on his lap. You brought in his wrap, plus a large drink and some fries as a side. Rafael’s eyes cracked open, peering at you and the food. “Should I feed you too?” You joked as he sat himself up. He began to eat, as you left the room to eat yourself, but you heard him call you back. “Yeah?”

“Aren’t you going to join me?” He raised an eyebrow. You blinked.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” He rolled his eyes as he had done countless times. 

“Do I need to be incapable of eating in order to get you to have lunch with me?” You sighed, the man was a piece of work. You grabbed a chair and your food, pulling up a chair next to his sick bed. You both ate in a comfortable silence, until he broke it. “Thank you,”

“What was that?” You grinned at him, and he shook his head.

“And you say I’m a piece of work,” The man was also a mind reader. “I said thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to.”

“Well, you’ve grown on me Barba, what can I say?” You took a bite of your wrap. “Plus I couldn’t ignore a sick man’s desperate pleas to work, but you aren’t working while I’m here. I’ll stay past dinner to make sure you don’t starve.” You checked the time. It was 1 PM. You looked back to see Rafael checking his phone again. You snatched the phone from his hands, he snapped up at you, aghast. “You eat lunch with me, you play by my rules, counselor.”

After some prompting, you got Barba to take his medicine and go to bed for a few hours, forcing him to change into something more comfortable after you left the room, which left you alone in his apartment. You pulled out your laptop and began to work on some of your own cases and work. You took care of your work and some of Barba’s work as well. You sighed, feeling accomplished, but completely mentally drained. You laid on the couch, pulling out your earbuds and phone, listening to some music. Your mind began to drift, and managed to sleep for about an hour, until a knock at the door startled you to your feet. You stumbled to the door, throwing it open. You saw an agape Olivia at the door, her expression went from confused to awkward in a matter of seconds, and you realized what conclusion she had jumped to.

“Y/N,” She looked at a loss for words, while your mind had completely blanked. “I went to see you both, but Carmen told me that Barba had stayed home today, and you had left, so I thought I’d pay him a visit.”

You remembered after an excruciatingly long millisecond that you could speak. “Yes, of course; he’s still asleep actually.” You felt blood rush to your face when you saw her eyebrows raise. Shit. You realized not only the implied connotations of what you said, but what a mess your clothes and hair looked like after falling asleep. “In his own bed. I was on the couch. He asked to bring over some files.” You explained, your words rushed, as you let Liv in. You saw her eyes spot the takeout containers on the counter. “He’s really ill, so I brought lunch for him, and me, since I hadn’t ate.” You were rambling and felt quite stupid to be honest. Liv always managed to make you feel inferior in someway. She just seemed so together all of the time. And her and Barba, well...the two had chemistry. You wouldn’t be surprised if they had or would ever date. The thought had crossed your mind, but you had pushed it aside. Although, you couldn’t deny it always left a strange tinge. “He’s passed out, but maybe I could help.”

Liv explained the case to you, a rape case gone cold had opened back up again. She wanted to see if they had enough to take it to trial. You looked over the files, smoothing over your hair as you did. “I don’t know. It seems like the evidence is-” That’s when Barba’s door opened behind the two of you, and you both turned to see Barba walk out in a plain t-shirt and shorts, rubbing his eyes.

“Do you have anymore of that medicine you gave me in bed because-” He seemed to have realize Liv was there, and you swear you saw a blush appear for a split second as blood rushed to his nose and ears. “Liv, what’s up?”

You had turned about five shades of red at the implication of being in bed with your boss. And you saw Liv’s expression out of the corner of your eye, and you weren’t sure, but she looked almost amused. “Not much, Barba, just some new evidence in that rape case we were working. Now do you want to discuss this now or after you get dressed?” A look of realization and horror crossed his face, before he quickly retreated into the bedroom.

There was several moments of mortifying silence, until you chose to break it. “Liv, you know it’s not what it looks like. I really did only come here to bring the case files and lunch.” 

Liv searched your expression, freezing you in place like a prep, but then shook her head. “I know,” A brief smile graced her features. “But I’m still not going to let him live this down.”

[skeletorific]

UT/US/UF/SF skeles waking up next their s/o for the first time?(non-sexual of course)

This kind of turned into general “sharing a bed” headcanons” as well.

UT!Sans: Real talk, he will not be waking up before you, this time or any other. A warm body in his bed is the perfect cure for his insomnia and he hasn’t had that benefit since Papyrus stopped having nightmares about the human under his bed. And unless last night went well(if you know what I mean) he probably won’t be cuddled up to you. He’ll keep a hand on you in some regard (usually in your hair), but he overheats pretty easily at night so he’ll likely stay on his own half of the bed.

The first time he blinks for a few seconds, not really sure why you’re there, but when it finally clicks into place a slow lazy grin spreads across his face, more genuine than usual. “mornin’” He sits up, stretching a bit as his bones pop back into place. He massages his neck and looks over at you. “was gonna ask you if you were warm enough last night, but…” he grins, looking at the pile of blankets you pulled onto the bed. “think you’ve got it covered.” You smack his arm to hide the small laugh bubbling up and he chuckles, standing up. “hungry? paps probably left us something for breakfast.”

You nod, getting up and moving to go outside. Just before you step out, though, he wraps an arm around your waist and presses his teeth to your temple. “that was nice. we should do that more.”

UT!Papyrus: He’s an early riser. Always. It only gets worse on the Surface. The second sunlight streams through his blinds he is wide awake and ready to start the day. He doesn’t really have the patience to wait around for you to wake up, either. He gets fidgety. 

The first time he tries to stick it out but after around half an hour he’s bored out of his mind. He thinks it’ll be rude to wake you up, though, so in the end he just goes downstairs and starts fixing breakfast, throwing some extra blankets on top of you to make up for his absence. Eventually he might even get a life-size plushie of him that he can leave for you to cuddle. Coming down to it, why doesn’t he have that already?

When you wake up he greets you with a wide smile and a hug. “GREETINGS DATEMATE! I WATCHED YOU WHILE YOU SLEPT, YOU LOOKED VERY ADORABLE!” 

In the future he likes to leave notes by the bed if he has to go work before you get up.

US!Sans: Like Tale Papyrus he’s an early riser but he doesn’t really have those hang-ups about waking you up (at least the first time). He gets really excited to say good morning to you so he’ll start nudging…..okay, shaking you until you’re up at whatever ungodly hour his little hyperactive body perked up at.

And he knows you’re pissed at him, but he also know you cannot resist him when he’s being adorable. why stop exploiting that now?

“GOOD MORNING!” He says, eyes bright and smile wide. “SORRY FOR WAKING YOU, BUT I COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER!” He starts peppering your cheeks with skelekisses until you stop being annoyed. Then, just as you’re starting to respond in kind, he bounds out of bed. “I’LL GO MAKE BREAKFAST!”

Leave em wanting more.

In general he’s pretty cuddly in his sleep but if snoring bothers you I’d stock up on earplugs. He snores LOUD. He also likes to wake you up before he has to go so he can be sure he’s always the first voice you hear, but he’ll usually let you go back to sleep afterwards.

US!Papyrus: I beg of you, ensure that you did not drink too many fluids before bed. At first, you think its going to be nice. Your first night just sharing a bed with your boyfriend. He has an arm around you, holding your back against his rib cage and pressing his teeth into your hair, and its warm and nice and you feel so safe and loved. 

But for as wonderful and cuddly as your boyfriend is, he sleeps like a ROCK. You will not be able to get out of his grip for anything, and you would have to be screaming at the top of your lungs to wake him up once he enters REM. For the sake of your bladder and the sheets, don’t drink anything before climbing into bed. 

When he finally wakes up he’s confused for like a solid five minutes why there’s another person in his bed. Once all his brain functions get together, he cuddles closer and buries his face in the back of your neck. “morning, honey. mind not moving for another 5 hours or so? thanks”

UF!Sans: In general he’s with Tale Sans (and to a certain extent Swap Papyrus) in the camp of will never be up before you. But the first time is an exception. 

He is fucking clingy  in his sleep. Like with a certain level of determination you can break out but his body will be curled around you as much as humanly possible once he loses consciousness (and oftentimes before). But he’s not really used to having someone else in his bed, so once he starts rising out of deep sleep a bit his body senses the other presence and he wakes up with a start.

It takes him a couple of minutes to calm himself down and he wraps his arms back around you. He’s not a sappy type of guy, but there’s something vaguely emotional about this for him. Sleep was kind of its own social thing in Underfell. If you let yourself fall asleep in front of someone, it was the ultimate sign of trust, like letting them press a knife to your throat. It said that you trusted them enough not to dust, harm, or sell you out while you were vulnerable. Underground, he only had Papyrus (and later Frisk) who he had that level of trust with. He knows its not as big a deal to you, but….its a responsibility he takes very seriously. 

He’s usually a bit of a grump in the morning and does not wake up well without coffee (although if you bring him a cup in bed he may promptly make out with you). Be sure to ask him how he slept. He’s a chronic insomniac and likely won’t tell you when its acting up, but if you ask him directly, he’s a terrible liar in the morning. 

UF!Papyrus: No beating around the bush, this boy is uncomfortable to sleep with. Even for a skeleton he’s unusually pointy. He also cannot figure out where to put his hands, has a hard time relaxing, and he only sleeps on average 3-4 hours a night and is not  good at staying quiet. Its to the point where honestly he wouldn’t be that offended if you wanted to have separate beds for nights where you aren’t…doing anything. 

But that first night, despite the hours of awkward and suffering and is it too warm in here are you too warm shit my cheekbones are hurting them…..he’s up early as always, and yet can’t pull himself away. Its in this small moment, when the entire world seems dead….he feels as free as he’s ever been to just stare at you, to drink you in and not have to worry about how much emotion his face is betraying. He finally relents and wraps his arms around you, cuddling into your hair and sighing contentedly. Once he feels you starting to stir he settles both of you into a more appropriately distant but affectionate position and waits for you to wake up.

If he’s in a good mood he likes to bring you breakfast in bed. Also he generally doesn’t let you sleep late. If he’s up he prefers for you to be up shortly after, but you can eventually get him to compromise. 

SF!Sans: Chronic toss and turner. You will accidentally be kicked out of bed soooo many times, especially early on. Also he steals blankets. In fact, maybe you should just have separate blankets. Even in his sleep he is a tenacious little fighter.

Oddly enough he’s one of the most affectionate early in the morning. In general he’s with Boss on the “no PDA unless I say so” spectrum but in the early morning he rivals Tale Papyrus. He gets especially poetic the first time you too spend the night together. 

‘GOOD, YOU’RE AWAKE.” he kisses your forehead. “I WAS WONDERING WHEN I’D BE TREATED TO THOSE STARS IN YOUR EYES AGAIN.”

Tell anyone about this and he’ll immediately deny it. And they won’t believe you anyways. Still, its in the mornings when its easiest to trace the resemblances to Blueberry.

SF!Papyrus: He prefers to sleep on top of his partner. Part protective gesture part ensured pillow. He’s a fairly light sleeper but very quiet when he wakes up so you’ll likely never know.

The first time he stares at your face for a while, tracing your features. Syrup is drawn by any displays of vulnerability. They’re exceedingly rare Underground. He likes seeing your face when you’re off-guard entirely. After that he nuzzles back into your chest and falls back asleep.

He doesn’t like to get out of bed too fast in the morning. In there its warm and safe. Out there its stressful and uncertain. Easy decision. He may even fake sleep and refuse to move off of you. 

[readingraebow]

Outlander Section Four

Chapters 17-22

1. Who is Hugh Munro? Hugh Munro is one of Jamie's friends who happens upon them out in the woods one day. He's a mute because his tongue was cut out. And a lot of other things were done to him as well. Because of that, he's allowed to legally beg on the one day a week when begging is legal. He also just got married not long ago to a widow who has six kids.

2. What happens as Rupert is telling stories by the campfire one night? One of the nearby clans shows up to raid them. Dougal and Jamie stand back to back, fighting them. And before the fighting started, Jamie told Claire to hide between two rocks and gave her a dirk in case she should need it. She didn't but she had a front row seat to the entire fight. Dougal ends up being stabbed in the shoulder pretty bad and Jamie's wounds are minor. But Jamie ends up scaring them all off and they only leave with a few bags of grain and a few other things. They do kidnap one of the men though. But they showed up to steal horses and that's what they didn't get so that's good.

3. What is the story behind the gunshot wound that Jamie had on the night when he and Claire met? Sooo they were running from the English but they were close enough to Frasers lands that Jamie just decided to make a run for it. And, well, the MacKenzies aren't keen to let Jamie go so Dougal shot Jamie. Or Jamie said it could've been Rupert. Someone shot him to keep him from going back to the Fraser lands and then Claire dressed the wound when they found her.

4. Why does Jamie say he presents a problem for Colum and Dougal? So on the one hand because he's their nephew, he could be an heir to the MacKenzie clan and he could challenge Colum's son Hamish. But, on the other, he owns part of the Fraser lands and he can't do anything with his land while he's outlawed. But if he should die before he marries, that land reverts to the Fraser clan, which the MacKenzies don't want. But now that Jamie has married Claire, that land is hers if he dies.

5. What does Claire decide to do while Jamie’s at his meeting with Horrocks? What happens? Claire is so busy being upset that Jamie left her alone that she's doesn't realize that that's exactly what she wanted to be since the Scots found her: alone. And for once, she actually knows where she is. She's only about seven(?) miles from the Craigh na Dun so she decides to see if she can find it and go back home. But on her way, there's this huuuuuge river in the way and she's jumping rocks, trying to cross it but she slips and falls in. And, well, she's wearing a massive dress with huge petticoats and even though the water isn't that deep, all of the weight of the dress drag her under and she almost drowns. But she's working on pushing herself up to the surface when a hand reaches out to help her up. It turns out it belongs to Corporal Hawkins. Who happens to be one of Jonathan Randall's men. Whoops.

6. What happens during Claire’s meeting with Randall? So Claire, uh, tries to make Randall as angry as possible. She tries to make him think that she works for one of his bosses and he doesn't ~really believe her but is angry enough about it that he's going to try to make her talk. And he decides to do this by raping her. Well just as he's lifting her skirts, Jamie appears at the window, pointing a gun at him. It turns out its not loaded and Randall takes it, tries to use it on Jamie but Jamie jumps in the room and punches him and saves Claire, getting her back out of the fort and to both his waiting horse and the rest of the MacKenzies.

7. What unpleasant surprise does Jamie have for Claire when they stop at the inn? Why does he feel this is necessary? What are your thoughts about it? When they get back to their room after a super awkward dinner, Claire is all ready for bed but Jamie says things aren't yet solved. Soooo. Jamie says that since Claire ran off after he specifically told her not to and basically endangered the lives of all of the men and literally all of them could've died, it's his job to punish her because he's her husband. He says if he'd been the only one in danger, he would've just let it go. But because she doesn't really seem to get the kind of danger they're in, he's going to have to show her a different way since talking hasn't worked thus far. So he beats her with his belt. And, honestly, it reminded me a lot of when I was spanked as a child??? I mean, my parents weren't quite so barbaric but if you listen to the stories from their childhoods, their parents apparently were. So in that sense, it kind of makes sense??? Because Claire herself says that she hasn't really wrapped her head around where she is and it feels more like a dream. And Jamie is bringing home that lesson. Not that I agree with him beating her so badly with a belt. But I also kind of get it. And I think it's also pretty fitting for the time period and this is definitely where the idea of spanking children comes from.

8. What is the root of the animosity between Jamie and Jack Randall? Besides Randall raping Jamie's sister, when Jamie was up for his second set of lashings, Jamie's father came to see if there was anything he could do to save him. There wasn't and, unbeknownst to Jamie, his dad stayed at the fort, still trying to save his son. Anyway, so after that, when Jamie met with Randall again, he gave him a choice: either Jamie could take the second set of lashings (which very likely could've killed him) or Randall could have... him. And Jamie honestly considered it because the first set of lashings was healing so badly. But Randall had already raped his sisters, Jamie didn't want to let Randall rape him as well. So he took the lashings and didn't know that his dad was waiting in the crowd. Well, when Jamie fell during the lashings and they all thought he was dead, his dad had a stroke and fell and died. So Jamie thinks watching his lashing is what killed his dad and he often wonders that if he'd taken the other option, maybe his dad wouldn't have died.

  Section Four Reading Journal

So I don’t really know what to say about this section? Except that I was so tired every time I tried to finish it that I fell asleep several times while reading it? Oops.

But, honestly, a good chunk of it felt mostly like it was filler?? A lot of it felt like stuff we’d already covered before. Especially with Jamie’s place in the MacKenzie clan and Dougal’s attack against Jamie and even Jamie’s past with Randall. It was all stuff that we’d already talked about before??

It didn’t feel like a lot really happened in this section. Except Claire’s terrible escape attempt. Which honestly annoyed me a lot??? If they were attacked by redcoats the day before in the same territory, WHY WOULDN’T THERE BE MORE??? How on EARTH does wandering off by yourself not raise a huge danger sign???? I was not at all surprised that she was captured.

So. I’m hoping stuff actually happens in the next section?? Because so far this book feels like a loooot of filler with bits of actual story just randomly thrown in. And while I am liking parts of it, it still feels wildly too long and like we could’ve already gotten to the point long ago.

[didiletyouknooow]

26. This Is The Place

Hey, a new chapter of Josh & Eileen!  I hope you like it! ;) P.S. I decided to give the mysterious bra Josh picked up on stage in St. Louis a cameo :D  For those of you who haven’t seen it yet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbYm1_3tH2s it’s also a great jam at the end of the concert! 

And for those of you who are interested: I made a youtube playlist with songs I already mentioned in the story, which will be mentioned and which fits to the story. I also added some of the original songs of Josh’s cover songs!  ---> https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLp8i0pwZE_nNIslV8L-ianpVqHlPgzbpi

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March 

“Well, I guess now we have to say goodbye” Lara said when we arrived at the airport. “I guess so…” I mumbled and looked to the floor.

The last week was so intense. I almost started crying every time I thought about leaving Berlin. I hate goodbyes. But this time it was different. On the one hand I didn’t want to leave Berlin because it became my home in the last year but on the other hand I was looking forward to come back to Los Angeles. Finally Josh and I would be reunited. Back together - hopefully for a longer time. But I must admit that I was also scared. Scared of what will happen if I’m back in L.A. Would we figure out our relationship? Could we do this? Were we able to handle this situation with him touring and me staying in L.A.? Well I guess I had to ask myself: would I be able to do it? I hoped so.

Two days ago we celebrated Lara’s 30th birthday. Being 30 was always my biggest fear. I don’t know why but I always had the strange feeling that I had to accomplish so many things in life until I would turn 30. When I was a teenager I thought that I would be married by then, maybe being a mother. I thought that I would have a great job and would live in a beautiful house with my lovely husband and a dog. I never thought that my life would be like it was now. Well I had 1.5 years to go until I would hit the 30 but I didn’t think that it would change into this life I dreamed of when I was 16. My only wish right now was that Josh and I would be happy.

“Thank you so much for spending my 30th birthday with me. It was such a wonderful party and I think I will remember it even in 30 years!” Lara said with a smile on her face while hugging me. “No, I have to thank YOU! For giving me a home when I needed one after I arrived here last year” “It’s so funny that you could’ve moved in with me. It was such a great and crazy year for me as well” she said. “It was just luck” “I will miss our girl talks in the kitchen at night. Or our cleaning sessions after a party. Or watching The Bachelor together. Or just netflixing and chilling!” Lara told me and it was the first time since I saw her in February last year that there were tears in her eyes. “Oh well…..I don’t know how to handle such situations” I said with a lump in my throat. “I will miss you so much” I told her while I hold her tight. “Me too! Promise me that we stay in contact…” she said but she lost her voice. “Promise me” she whispered. “I promise” I told her. “And greet sunny California. I hope the next summer in Berlin will be as great as the last one…” Lara looked away but then back at me. “You can visit me every time” “You too!” “And greet Josh!” “I will” I said and then we caressed each other for one last time until I left to the gate. I saw Lara waving at me and I waved back. Well, seemed like this journey was over.

But the next was just about to begin.

After 10 hours we landed safety in New  Orleans. As I said I wanted to surprise Josh so I booked a ticket two days earlier to New  Orleans where the Peppers would play tomorrow. It wasn’t reasonable but I think it would be worth it. So I rebooked my tickets for Los Angeles into New Orleans. When I received my luggage – which was very heavy by the way – I left the airport and took a cab to get to the hotel. I coordinated everything with Claire. She told me at which hotel they would stay and she made sure that Josh would be there when I arrive – well at least if there wouldn’t be any delays. Fortunately there wasn’t.

So when the cab arrived at the hotel I felt very nervous. Josh didn’t know that we would meet again in a few minutes. I wonder what he was doing. The cab driver gave me my luggage and I paid and thanked him until I finally entered the hotel – after I looked up to the windows of the 4th floor sighing. The woman at the reception welcomed me. I didn’t know what to say. I only knew that I would stay here for one night but Claire didn’t tell me if she had already managed it. So I was a bit uncertain about what I should tell the receptionist. “Welcome at the Hyatt Regency New  Orleans. How can I help you?” “Hello, ehm, I’m….” I stuttered and pretended to search for a note I wrote so that I could think of what I was going to say. “I don’t know how to say this but…I think my room is already booked. Ehm…” I told the Asian woman who was one head smaller than me. She looked a bit confused. “A woman called Claire did it I guess” I said. I didn’t want to tell her that I belonged to the Chili Peppers. I mean, actually I didn’t belong to them. I only knew one of the members very well. “Claire…what’s her surname?” the receptionist wanted to know and typed on her computer. Hm, I didn’t know Claire’s name. Shit. I phoned her but she didn’t answer. Well okay, then I had to manage it differently. “So I know this sounds silly but….my boyfriend is here in this hotel. With the Red Hot Chili Peppers. He doesn’t know that I’m coming and Claire, their assistant, managed it for me so that I can stay here I guess. I mean, I will stay in his room but…” I told the lady and noticed that I blushed red. It was so awkward to tell her. “Oh right, my boss told me!” the lady suddenly smiled and gave me a key to the room. “It’s in the 4th floor. It’s a private residence. The whole band and their crew members are staying there. They booked the whole floor and your boyfriend’s room is 432. Josh Klinghoffer, right?” “Ehm, yes” I said totally speechless and then I took the key and went to the elevator. An employee of the hotel took my luggage and I almost felt bad that he would take it for me but seemed like this was typical for a hotel like this. So we went to the 4th floor and I left the elevator with butterflies in my stomach. In a few seconds I would see Josh again and he didn’t know it yet. What would he think about it? Would he be surprised? When we arrived at the room I told the employee that I would do the rest on my own and thanked him. When he went away I took a deep breathe and finally knocked at room 432 – although I had the key. It felt like an eternity until the door was opened. But there he was. Josh. His face changed from being very surprised into smiling when he saw me. “Eileen???” You can tell he really didn’t know anything about my plan. Claire kept her word to not tell him about it. “What are you….ehm, what are you doing here?” “Well, I was in the city so I thought it would be a great idea to visit my boyfriend who is in the same city either!” I joked but then everything in me freaked out. I fell around his neck and kissed him so passionately and wild that Josh was even more surprised. He slammed the door as we took a few steps into his room without leaving our kiss. “I missed you so much!” I said into our kiss. “I missed you too!” he whispered. Finally we fell into his bed while still kissing and hugging. I could have kept kissing him for like hours but Josh suddenly ended our kiss. “Wow, this really surprised me. You really did it Eileen” he chuckled. “I never thought you would come earlier” “Well, here I am!” I laughed and flung my arms around his neck again. We just laid there for a few minutes, looking into each others eyes. “I’m so happy you’re here” Josh said with a calm voice. I smiled. After a few seconds of silence between us I got up from bed to put my shoes and my jacket off. “Uff, I’m so exhausted from this flight” I let him know. “Do you want something to drink?” Josh said and offered me something from his mini-bar. “Water please” While I was drinking the water Josh took my luggage and put it next to his bags. “So ehm what are we gonna do today?” He asked. “I don’t know” “Actually I wanted to take a walk through the city and Chad and Flea asked me to join them in a bar later.” “Sounds great!” I said. 

So we walked from the hotel to the French Quarter which was famous for its typical buildings with wrought-iron ornaments and balconies with flowers on it – lakeside the Mississippi. We visited the Jackson Square, a memorial of General Jackson. We walked along the Mississippi to the French Market Place and had delicious lunch in a tiny little restaurant. Josh told me about their last concerts and that he already felt a bit exhausted because of touring. The concert in New Orleans would be the last for 2.5 weeks. Then they would tour the South and later the West coast. I told him about my new job which I would start in the middle of March. My best news was that I found an apartment! Well, not I found it but my brother did. He knew someone who was searching for a new tenant so he asked if I could get it. Very simple, right? Well, this time it worked. Marc visited it for me and took some photos. It was beautiful. Three rooms with a small balcony. It was located in Silver Lake which was great! I liked this area and I always wanted to live there. Before I left for Berlin I lived in Huntington  Park. Josh was happy when I told him about my news and we celebrated the day – our reunion, my new home and our future!

Before we went to our meeting with Chad and Flea we walked along the Mississippi again. We watched the sunset and took a photo of us there. I sent it to Lara.

 “Hey Lara! Just landed safety here in New Orleans. Josh was soooo happy and he was completely surprised to see me here! We walked through the city, it’s so beautiful! We took this photo at the Mississippi!

From Nola with LOVE <3”

Later we walked back to the French Quarter where we met Chad and Flea. They were surprised when they saw me so it seemed that Claire didn’t tell anyone about my plans.  We walked along the Bourbon Street and I was totally blown away by the lights, the people and everything. So many bars and restaurants and there was music from everywhere. We went into a bar and had some drinks. Chad told some crazy stories about the 90s when he and a friend had a funny weekend in New Orleans. Flea agreed and told us some stories about a tour in the 90s when everything got a bit out of control. Josh and I just sat there listening to their stories like they were our grandparents.

Chad ordered a cab that took us to a bar called Marple Leaf. Josh told me it was a typical Jazz bar and he was here once before. The bar was very small with red walls and golden lights. There was a jazz band playing live on stage. We took a seat and had another beer. When Chad and Josh left the bar for smoking Flea and I had a little chat. “Well you really surprised Josh I think” he said while drinking his beer. “I guess so” “It’s a great idea!” Flea laughed and you could see the gap between his teeth. “I was hoping he’ll be happy if we could meet two days earlier. I mean, it’s been more than a month now” “I know…it’s always a long time being far away from home when we’re on the road. For Josh it was never a problem at least I’ve never seen him complaining about it. But this time it was different. I think he really missed you” Wow, I was happy hearing these words from Flea but it also scared me. “I think he’s happy with you Eileen” he let me know. “And that’s a good part, you know, he always seemed like a lone wolf sometimes, he sealed himself from us a lot after this Mia-thing happened. But now he’s happy again and I’m happy for him!” Flea told me. Again I didn’t know what to say. His words made me kind of speechless so I just smiled. “There you are!” Flea laughed when Chad and Josh came back. Josh kissed my bow when he sat down at his seat and we ordered another beer – the last for this night.

After we left the bar Josh and I decided that the night wasn’t over yet. We drove back to Bourbon Street because he wanted to show me one of the oldest jazz clubs he visited when he was 20. So we walked along the street but now it was different. There were many drunken people who yelled at us. They were partying and went totally crazy. Josh couldn’t find the club so after a few minutes walking along the Bourbon Street we decided to turn around and get back to the hotel. But just right after we turned around there were some guys who shouted at us and one guy wanted to touch me but Josh yelled at him to stop it. They left but all we wanted was to get back home soon. He put his arm around me and we went directly back to the hotel without stopping at any other bar although the people were celebrating and drinking as if it was New Years Eve.

When we were standing in the elevator I thought about the day and how special it was to me. I’ve never been to New  Orleans before and I must say that I love this city. I love its look, its people and its history. I loved the Bourbon Street when we walked there in the evening but hated it at night. I was happy that I was with Josh because without him I wouldn’t feel safe enough. 

Back at the hotel we weren’t tired yet. Although I had jet lag I still had this surprise planned for Josh. Lara gave me some advices but when I arrived here I didn’t know if I should really do it. But now after I had some beers I wanted to do it. I also wore a new bra and this must be shown, right? So when we arrived at our hotel room I initiated a kiss which turned into a long and passionate kissing scene. We fell onto the bed and what followed was a mixture of kissing and hugging and wallowing around. I missed these kisses from Josh and I missed him. I missed his smell and ruffling his hair. And I missed his beard. It felt so close although we even weren’t naked yet but I just needed to feel his closeness. It warmed me and I felt save in his arms.

After some romantic moments we shared on the bed with our clothes on I started undressing my shirt. “Wow, what’s happening here?” Josh laughed. “Well, I bought this new bra and I thought you should know it” I grinned before I started kissing him again while I was sitting on his lap. “You’re totally right!” he said when he put his arms around my neck so we got closer. “And it looks totally hot” he chuckled while looking at my bra. “Is it black and pink?” “It is!” I grinned and our lips met again. This time it got a bit more passionate. I put his shirt off and threw it away. Wow, I felt totally sexy in this new bra and with the alcohol circulating in my blood. So I let my fingers drive through his hair and kissed his neck, his collarbone and his chest. We were only wearing our lingerie and boxers when I braced up. I think Josh wanted to go further now but I had this idea I wanted to share with him. “So” I said while leaving the bed but didn’t leave his hand. “What about something new?” “Ehm, leaving bed right before the highlight? Eileeeen!” Josh complained. “Not really…Come with me” I told him and he followed me into the bathroom. “Okay….now we’re here and what’s next?” he asked a bit confused. Hm, I guess I kind of destroyed the feeling we had a few moments ago. But I didn’t care. I knew him. So I started kissing again and pulled him against the wall. “Wow, what’s happening here?” Josh laughed into our kiss. Again I ruffled his hair – I knew he loved it – but then I went a bit down and finally pulled him into the shower. “Ehm, wait, shower sex?” he asked confused. “Why not?” I grinned and pulled him closer so that we could continue kissing. So we kissed and hugged and I noticed his breathe getting faster when suddenly right before we wanted to get rid of our underwear the shower head was turned on and we were totally shocked because of the cold water. “Ouch, my eyes!” Josh shouted and rubbed his eyes. He stumbled a few steps back and finally slipped because of the slippery ground. He then blundered and fell to the cold bathroom floor. It all happened so quickly that I couldn’t stop him from falling. “JOSH!” I shouted shocked. I left the shower to check on him. He was lying on the floor holding his head. “Did you get hurt?” I asked but I saw the answer myself. His forehead was bleeding. He had a cut on his eyebrow. “Shit!” I swore and knelt down at him. “Ouch my head” he said. “You’re bleeding!” I noticed and gave him some toilet papers. “Thanks” “What a terrible idea I had….I’m so sorry….honestly! I’m so, so, SO sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you!” “I know” he chuckled. “At least nothing more happened” ”Is your head okay? Did you fell on it?” “No I didn’t. I guess it’s okay. It’s just my eyebrow that’s bleeding” he told me while he was still sitting on the cold floor. At that moment someone was knocking at the door. It was in the middle of the night. Who the hell was knocking? “Can you check the door, please? Maybe it’s someone from the crew” Josh said and so I went to the door.

When I opened it I looked into a familiar face. It was Anthony. “Hey Eileen, sorry to interrupt you but….I’ve heard some noises and cries from your room and I wanted to check if everything’s okay” he said in a very worried voice. “Ehm, hi Anthony, well everything’s fine.” “Nothing happened?” he looked at me questioning. I guess I couldn’t lie to him because I was too shocked about what just happened. “Well, Josh fell in the bathroom, that’s all” I decided to tell him. “But he didn’t hurt himself?” “Ehm, I don’t think so….” I said and looked to Josh who was still sitting on the floor in the bathroom. “Oh okay….” Anthony looked at me. I was wearing a bathrobe but obviously I wore it the wrong way round. I didn’t want to know what he was thinking because now he cracked a smile. “Okay, I just wanted to check if everything’s okay” he said. “But if anything is wrong, let me know if I can help” he said and left. “Right, thank you Anthony” I said like in a trance. Then I closed the door. What the fuck. 

“Who was it?” Josh asked from the bathroom floor. “It was Anthony” “Oh no, why did he knock?” “He wanted to know if everything’s fine here because he heard some noises and cries” “Great….what did you tell him?” Josh was sarcastic. “That you fell in the bathroom?” “Honestly? Eileen!” ”I didn’t know what to tell him! He looked so worried!” ”At least you could’ve tell him that everything’s fine here and he just heard some noises that weren’t there” “I couldn’t!” “Hmmm….” When I came back to the bathroom Josh got up and sat down at the little bench which stood there. “Sorry….I didn’t want to hurt you. I just thought it would be a great idea to…” ”To have sex in the shower?” Josh raised an eyebrow when he asked this question. Well the one that didn’t get hurt. “Yes” I mumbled. “Why?” he laughed. “Why now?” “Because I wanted to surprise you” “You did!” ”Not just with flying to New Orleans…I wanted to surprise you in other ways” “With sex?” “Not only with sex but with…something new” ”Yeah, but why?” “I don’t know!” I spoke louder. “I thought maybe we should try something new” I sighed. Josh didn’t say anything. He just looked at me. “Why did you think so? Were you bored?” he looked confused. “No! I wasn’t! I thought maybe you were….” “You thought I was bored???? No…why do you think so?” “I don’t know” I shrugged. “Because I’m a silly girl who missed her boyfriend so much that she got crazy when thinking about all this opportunities he gets on tour” I finally told him the truth. “Eileen” he said with a smooth voice and took my hand. “You don’t have to be worried.. I don’t want you to be worried. Remember, you can trust me? Can I trust you?”  “Definitely” “So then, what’s wrong?” I didn’t know. I think I acted silly and dumb. “I guess I behaved like a silly teenager when you were on tour in February” “Really? But why?” “Because I missed you! I wanted to see you but I couldn’t. It wasn’t easy for me dealing with the fact that you’re on tour and meet many strangers” “Why do you think I meet many strangers on tour?” “Because I….well I don’t know” I sighed. Josh put his arm around me and pulled me closer. “Eileen, listen to me. You don’t have to be worried or jealous or anything, okay? I love you and I don’t want to meet other women. Not in L.A., not in Berlin and mostly not on tour!” “Okay” “And I love you just the way you are. I love our relationship and I’m happy with you. You don’t have to pretend to be a sexy vamp if you’re feeling uncomfortable. We don’t have to have shower sex if we both don’t want it. I mean, look what’s going to happen if we try it” he laughed. “I don’t have to try new things. I’m not dissatisfied. I’m happy, totally happy with you in every department. It doesn’t mean that I’m not open for new things but….you don’t have to do it just to make me stay. I stay anyway” he chuckled and looked me in the eyes. Honestly this was the best he could say after this embarrassing moment.

He took my hand and we went back into bed. I gave him a plaster for his eyebrow and we cuddled in bed. I didn’t want to do anything else now and I think neither did Josh. So after some cuddling we fell asleep.

  The next day passed by very fast. We had nice breakfast, Josh went to the arena for sound check while I visited a book store in New Orleans. Later I went to the concert and afterwards we had some drinks with the crew. Again a tour leg was over so every one was leaving for L.A. on the next day. 

It was a bit weird for me flying with the private jet back to L.A. but well, I couldn’t change it. Back at the airport Anthony and Flea said us goodbye. Flea was on his own while Anthony had his son Everly Bear with him and of course a nanny. Chad didn’t come with us to L.A. because he flew back to New York City to his family. I didn’t know that he also lived in NYC. So when Claire and the other boys went to the exit Josh stopped me from following them. “What’s wrong?” I asked befuddled. “Let’s wait a few minutes” he said. “Okay…but why?” we sat down at a bench at the lobby of LAX. “You know, there are paparazzis out there. Anthony and Flea don’t really care about them but…I do. I hate them. I don’t like being photographed or filmed by them. So I always wait for a few minutes until the others have left the airport and with them the paparazzis. Then I can leave the airport without being filmed” he told me. Wow I didn’t know it. Sure Josh and I had spent some time together in Los Angeles but we weren’t at crowded places. “I didn’t know that it bothered you so much” I said while holding his hand. “It’s okay….maybe I would go outside if I would be on my own. But now you’re with me and I don’t want you to be filmed or photographed by annoying paparazzis” he let me know and while he was saying these words to me he looked me deeply in the eyes. “Oh…okay then let’s just wait” I smiled. For a few minutes we watched people passing us and out of a sudden we saw Jennifer Anniston walking through the lobby followed by some assistants and photographers. This was the moment we left our seats and went outside – sunglasses covered our faces. Nobody noticed Josh so we walked to a black van that was waiting for us. It was still very strange for me that Josh was driven by a driver although we were in L.A. but he told me that this just belonged to the service the management booked for the band. So he always thanks the guy who drives him and gives him a lot of tip. Just like today. While we left the airport I watched Jennifer Anniston arriving at a black Bentley to flee from the paparazzis. Hollywood sucks.

 The next days we spent at Josh’s house until I could move into my new flat. I was so thankful that Marc had organized me this beautiful flat. Josh and I visited it together and he also liked it very much. It was tiny but beautiful. I could move into the flat in two weeks just right before Josh had to leave for the next tour.

But before, we spent some quality time as a couple. Watching films, hanging out, cooking, walking through the streets. We even drove to Venice Beach and walked along the beach. It was not that hot but it wasn’t as cold as it was in Berlin. I had to acclimatize myself! Finally I could eat all this unhealthy stuff from the US which I missed in Germany. I bought some pop tarts, jelly beans, twinkies and skittles. And of course American peanut butter! Sure you can also buy it in Germany but it doesn’t taste as good as in the USA.

After some more days we spent together we developed a morning routine together. Josh was totally into reading newspapers so when we breakfasted we switched the newspapers after reading without saying anything. I loved him for buying me some earl grey tea and for inviting me to a sweet little café where you can also read books. I loved this place! And I loved that we acted and harmonized so good as a couple. After spending five days only with each other without any other person it was kind of strange going back to reality again. But I had to manage some things for my flat and later I had a meeting at the school where I would start working in two weeks. It was still so unbelievable that this time I had luck. They hired me.

Josh and I brought my old furnishings to my new home in Silver Lake. I stored them in my parents’ basement when I left Steve’s and my apartment.   “Wow, that’s all that I own apparently” I realized after we brought everything into my new home. “A desk, a chair, an armchair, some lights, an old TV and some boxes with stuff” “Looks like you have to buy some new things or do you wanna sleep in your armchair?” Josh asked.  “Question is, do YOU wanna sleep in it?” I laughed. So we went to a furniture shop. I looked for a new bed and a new cupboard. The good thing about my new home was that the kitchen was already implemented so I didn’t have to buy one. My old sofa would be perfect for the little living room together with my e-piano and some books. Oh and sure, I had this old TV. “I get you a new TV” Josh suddenly said when I just bought my new bed which would be delivered next week. It was white and beautiful and of course it was big enough for two people in it! I was so excited to sleep in it for the first time! “Why do you want to buy me a new TV?” “Because yours is from 1950 or so” he joked and we went to the electronic area of the shop. “But I don’t really watch TV” “Netflix, films, series….” Josh enumerated. “Or live concerts of your handsome boyfriend!” he grinned. “Of course!” So he chose a TV for me because I didn’t know anything about electronic stuff and I didn’t really care which features the TV had. But Josh did so he had a long talk with the assistant about technical features until he finally decided which one I should get.  “Again, Josh, you don’t have to buy it for me” I repeated myself. “But I want to!” ”Why?” “Because I love you!” he smiled and kissed me. Well, what should I respond to it except of saying “Thank you”? Sometimes it’s the only thing you can do. 

So we furnished my apartment together with Marc and my dad. Josh turned out to be a real handyman when it comes to fixing problems and painting a wall. My dad and he got a long very well and always joked when they did a little rest. I sometimes just watched them working and joking together. Marc always ordered some food for us and he painted my kitchen together with Josh. So at the end of the week I could move here I guessed.

 But before, Josh wanted to take me to a Lakers game. “I wasn’t at a Lakers game for a very long time” I told him. “Me neither” “Well, I guess it’s only a few months” “Nine month to be honest” “Four years” “Okay you won” he laughed. So we drove to Staples Center. When we arrived there the streets were already very crowded but Josh could enter the parking block. Finally we went to the side entrance. “Uhm, maybe I should’ve told you that we have seats in the front row” he said while we were standing at the side entrance. “Flea organized them so we have to wait for him” Josh told me. “But you know, I just want to warn you. The press will take photos of the front row. They always do” “Okay….what’s wrong with it? I don’t have a problem with it” “It’s just…I wanted to warn you!” he repeated. Flea welcomed us. He was with a beautiful woman who was one head taller than him. She had brown hair and looked very pretty but also a bit younger than him. Her name was Sarah. We entered the Staples Center and after a little walk through the foyer a guide brought us to our seats. Well okay, this was REALLY the front row. “It’s like we’re almost sitting at the pitch. Like we have to take part in the game. Do we have to take part?” I laughed but was also astonished because of our seats. “No we don’t have to” Josh grinned. “But it’s like I said”

The game began. Lakers against Dallas Mavericks.

“Dirk Nowitzki is still such a hero!” Josh said after the Mavericks took the lead. “I know” “Is he a hero in Germany?” “Ehm, kind of. But you know, he’s playing in the US and since Basketball isn’t really popular in Germany people know him but don’t really care about it” “Hmm….so sad. He’s such a good boy and always so handsome!” “Just like you!” I smiled and we kissed. I really hoped that there wasn’t any kiss camera that would catch us right now. But there wasn’t.   

While Josh and Flea went to buy some drinks and stuff during the break I kept watching the people around us. A few seats apart from us there were Zach Efron accompanied by a pretty girl who he was flirting with. Then I saw David Beckham with his kids on the other side of the pitch. WTF! Next to Flea there was Mindy Kaling from “The Mindy Project”. Oh I LOVED this show! I was thinking about asking her for a photo but I didn’t know if I should do it. She was here as a private person I guessed. But when I saw Leonardo DiCaprio just a few seats next to her my jaw almost dropped. So many celebrities! I didn’t know where I should stare at next. The game got more and more irrelevant for me. I was still marveling because of the people in the crowd! “Everything’s fine? How do you like the game?” Josh asked when he came back. “I bought us a coke” “Thanks!” I smiled. “Oh how I missed these 1.5 liter cups!” In Germany it wasn’t usual to buy 1.5 liter cups. “I hope the Lakers can come back. It’s only 47:53. They can still do it!” Josh was very optimistic because he didn’t want his Lakers to lose. But I didn’t think they could do it. Well, I didn’t disagree with his positivism. “Let’s see” I said while drinking my coke. “After the game we can meet Dirk” Josh told me. “Really? Why?” “Flea just introduced himself to their manager and well…you know how he is. When he gets into talking…” “Oh I know” I laughed. The game continued.  Apparently the Lakers couldn’t make it in the end. They lost 70:89. So when the game was over we went back into the foyer. On the way there I suddenly ran into Mindy Kaling and I couldn’t stop asking her for a picture. She was so nice and maybe I was the luckiest girl in the whole Staples Center. Josh took the photo and when she noticed who he was she wanted to take a pic with him, too. Crazy story.

After the game we were waiting in a VIP area where Dirk Nowitzki showed up for a few minutes. He was SO tall! Although he wasn’t playing for the Lakers Flea and Josh mutated into two little fanboys who greeted him and took a photo with him. “Hey, nice to meet you” I said while shaking his hand. So this time I was the one taking a photo of Flea and Josh with Dirk. He gave me his phone but it wasn’t working. “Where do I have to….urghs, I hate Apple. Where is the button to…” I moaned. “Scheiße” I said to myself but finally I could figure it out. “Did she say scheiße?” Dirk Nowitzki asked laughingly. But Josh and Flea didn’t understand what I just said. “Are you German?” He asked me. I looked at him completely shocked. “Ehm, ja” he laughed and we started talking for a few minutes in German. He was such a nice guy, just like Josh who was standing next to us watching without knowing what we were talking about. 

“Wow, in the end you just talked with Dirk Nowitzki in German. That’s unfair” Josh laughed. “Why?” “Because I couldn’t understand anything” “Ohhhh, poor little Josh” I joked. “Yes…” We were leaving the Staples Center. Out on the streets there were many paparazzis who were looking for celebrities in the crowd. Josh and I were holding hands and were walking very fast to his car. I couldn’t really notice it but I guess there was someone taking a photo of us. But maybe he photographed Flea. Back in the car we felt save again. “That’s what I don’t like about a Lakers game” Josh told me while we were passing the paparazzis and some wannabe celebrities in the car on the streets.

When we got back home Josh watched some TV to check the other games of the NBA. I joined him but eventually fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.  Later that week I finally moved into my new home! I was so excited. Sure it was great that Josh and I spent so much time together in the last two weeks. We were together 24/7. But I was happy to get some time for myself in the next weeks. So after a wonderful day at the beach where we watched the sunrise we fell asleep in my new bed that had just arrived. It’s said that the things you dream of in the first night at your new home will come true. Well, I hoped they will come true…. 

Then it was time to finally say goodbye to Josh again. He would tour the next two weeks so I had enough time to settle down in my new apartment without leaving it for visiting my boyfriend. So I kissed him goodbye in the morning before he left to the airport for their next leg starting in Nebraska.

While enjoying the sun at my little balcony I scrolled through my phone and found this pic Josh and I took in New  Orleans last week. Actually there were two photos. The one I sent to Lara was a selfie but there was another one Chad took of us. It showed us from the back. We were both looking at the Mississippi. I wanted to share it because I was so happy with him and it captured this perfect day in New Orleans perfectly. So I decided to post it on Instagram. Since my account was private I didn’t expect that it would be shared by some fans. It didn’t really show us. So I typed “From Nola with Love” in the caption and posted it. In a few weeks I would’ve wished I wouldn’t have done it…

It was also the time when I was starting my new job. The next day I woke up very early to be dead on time at the school. My new boss Ms. McCannister welcomed me and showed me around before she introduced me to my two grades where I would teach History and German. It was a combined Junior-Senior High School so I had a 7th grade and a 9th grade. But the students were very nice to me and I did what I had prepared for the first day at school. That sounds funny, my first day at school but this time from the other side of the blackboard. Crazy how times can change. Two years ago I did some internship at a school and even taught some English when I was studying in Berlin. But I never really taught in the US but here I was. Ms. Eileen Puritz, History and German teacher at a high school in Pasadena. __________ Beautiful song which fits to the chapter:

[kassidydianek2]

End of august, it was still warm outside, you could still go to the lake like it was still the summer, then it would get cold towards end of the night, feeling the breeze on my face, I never thought I would feel free or in control again. One night, you messaged me pretty late, i’d say close to 1 am, you unblocked me to tell me that you found some more stuff I left at your house. I was very confused why you through all that, just to tell me that when you could’ve gave it to your sister like you did last time. I told you I didn’t want it, I was proud of myself. Couple weeks later, you message me to tell me you found of my favorite hoodies, I got sent home early from work that day. You said I could come by and get it from you. You also asked me if I wanted to smoke a bowl with you, I said yes. I was so freaking scared, it was about a month since the last time we talked in person. It was awkward, go figure right. I tried to make small conversations and you wouldn’t really respond, or look at me. I was really hurt, really fucking hurt. We’ve been civil since then, talking every once in a while, i’d buy bud from you and shit like that. Couple days ago, it was a late late Friday night/Saturday morning, you asked me what I was doing, I wasn’t doing anything, I was kinda happy you thought about me. you asked if we could cruise, so we did, you were drunk. You talked more often this time, then you had to be fucking drunk and black out like you always do. I tried to wake you up for two hours, I was literally sitting there screaming at you, pissed, I wanted to cry. Idk why but I was so mad at you. I touched your hair because I was moving your head to wake you up, and the feeling I got brought back so many memories, I couldn’t hold myself. I finally go to skylars, and ask skylar to bring you inside, it was already 6:30 almost 7 in the morning. You message me around 11;30 that same day, apologizing you fell asleep. Said I could come over and smoke a bowl with you, I said okay, you asked if I could bring you coffee, I asked how many creams & sugars ( just like I use to always buy you coffee,) I already knew the answer because I remember the way you use to make your coffee. I get there, we are sitting in your room, it’s kinda awkward but not bad. Jade is in there, (his dog) i’m so freaking happy to see jade. We have casual conversations for a while, then I am sitting on the floor, and you said “ you don’t have to sit on the floor, you can sit up on here” (his futon), I said “no its okay” and I barely look at you, you notice. It’s quiet for awhile, we are still smoking a bowl. We get done smoking, you ask me if I wanted a cigarette, I noticed it wasn’t menthols, you use to always get menthols I was confused. We’re smoking a cig, every once in a while, we would look at each other, and just smile, but I knew mine and your smile was so fake. We’re onto the second bowl, you’re laying there, I see you out of the corner of my eye you’re looking at me while i’m taking a hit, and you go “nice glasses,” it kinda made me smile, because you noticed something, idk it was weird. We get done smoking, I really wanted to stay longer & hang out, but I didn’t know if you wanted me to. I tell you, “i’m gonna go home and take a nap,’ you said under you breath, “god dammit,’ I was confused, I ask what? you just laugh and say nothing, I was so fucking confused. I tell to have a good day and be safe, and I turn around, you say, “you have a good day too,” and I said “i’lll try.” I’m walking slowly to the door, and you go “hey, nice butt” and smiled, I go “thanks’ and laugh and leave. I couldn’t stop thinking about that comment. I go home, we’re messaging each other. you tell me I have a nice ass again and to send nude, you also said you weren’t kidding but I knew you weren’t. you told me to come over later that night, and I said I will if I get drunk enough, (I was gonna either way), you message me around 9 pm, and I'm in Wichita, you’re blowing up my facebook, I don’t have a phone. I finally go to bens house and drop him off around 11, and I finally message you back. You said to come over, I didn’t want to take my car, I knew I was gonna stay. I almost didn’t go, but I said fuck it. (I wish I never did.) Around 12:15 in the morning, i’m walking to your house, man I am so sore, I ran, it was so scary. I get there, you were waiting outside, nothing’s really awkward. We go inside, skylar deshun and david are sitting in the living room, you load up a bowl, we are sitting there, just chillin. You’re talking to your friends, i’m listening and watching you, I start to realize you are very fucking drunk, and it really disappointed me but I knew it was coming. While I was sitting there, I get to realize that you’re not the same person. You’ve changed so much, and I wish I could say you turned good, but you’re worse. I still fucking love you though, everytime I look at your face, it gives me chills because I know you are deep down a good person, with such an amazing soul but fucked up. Few minutes later, you finally get up and go to your room, down the hallway you turn around and look at me, and smile telling me to come here. We’re in your room, we look at each other for a few seconds, next thing you know we are making out hardcore, we’re having sex. You were so mean during it, so mean. Right as soon as you put your dick in my vagina, you said “ atleast you’re loose,” I was pissed. i couldn’t believe it. (side track; guys can be really drunk and not be able to cum.) You were obviously drunk, you were getting mad that you couldn’t cum, you kept yelling at me saying ‘god dammit.“ Yes I like kinky, rough sex, but you got a lil rough with me, you would grab my hips and flip me over hard as you can, and you grab me so hard. It’s been around 2 hours of us nonstop sex because you can’t fucking CUM!!!! I’m really fucking tired, and dry not in the mood for it, you kept asking me to do anal and I said no. then you said “ I just really want my fucking dick inside you.” and got on top of me, and shoved your dick in my vagina, dry af and I was hurting so freaking bad. We finally stop, and we’re cuddling like we used to. i’m laying there, and I am literally exhausted, hurt I couldn’t even explain my feelings. I finally fall asleep, you wake up in the middle night, you’re touching me again, tryin to have sex again, I try to stop you, and you finally stop. it’s 6 in the morning, you wake me up and we have sex again. You had to get ready for work, you took a shower and came back in. I smelled your shampoo you used, and it broke me little bit. I’m laying under the covers naked while you’re getting ready for work, then skylar comes in tells you that your boss is here. Few moments later, you wake me up and said “uhm i’ll message you later.” I was shocked that’s all you said. You left, I was way too tired, to walk back home, t was around 7 am, I fall back asleep, I slept pretty good and woke up around 12;30 in the afternoon, for a moment there I forgot I was at your house. I wake up, realize i’m in you room, instantly got sad. So many memories came crashing through my head. I finally put my clothes back on, and leave skylars. Skylar, deshun and Amanda were in the living room when I was walking through, and it was soooo awkward. I’m walking home, and all I can think about is you, and why the fuck I let myself get walked over like I always fucking do. I feel like i’m never gonna learn, but I sure hope I do.

-5.13.17