#just gonna tag that because Bluebelle is usually that

[murdleandmarot]

Bluebelle and Bluebeard (Barbe Bleue) because goddddddddddd <33333

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[canirove]

Bluebell | Chapter 2

Author’s note: I'm in need of some feedback 😅 From now on, each chapter is gonna be focused either on Mason or Rúben, and I don't know if I should tag them both even if they aren't on that chapter so it is easier for people to keep up with the story. Because I also don't want to be annoying and have something with Mason's face show up on Rúben's tag and vice versa 😅 So if you could let me know what you think, I would highly appreciate it 💜

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"You can let go of me now, we've made it" Mason says.

"What?" I yell.

"I said you can let go of me" he repeats, raising his voice a bit, resting his hands on mine. "You are alive and well."

"I think I've lost some hearing" I say, finally letting go of him and getting off the motorbike, my legs feeling a bit shaky.

"It wasn't that noisy" he chuckles.

"I beg to differ" I say, taking off my helmet. "I'll probably look like a lion."

"A very cute lion" Mason says with a smile, making me blush. I'm blushing. Why am I blushing?

"Sure" I say with a nervous laugh. "So, my car. The mechanic."

"Yes, yes. This way."

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"Where are you staying?" Mason asks me after we've talked with the mechanic.

"At the bed and breakfast."

"At Daisy's?"

"Yep, that's the one."

My dad had the guts to name it after my mother. It is her middle name, but still...

"I thought it was closed until the new owner came to take care of it."

"Well... I'm the new owner."

"You? Wait, wait, wait... You are Josh's daughter?"

"You know I exist?"

"The whole town knows you exist."

"Oh, great, so I am famous."

"You actually are, yes" Mason laughs. "Though you should know that there are people who aren't very happy about you inheriting everything."

"I have enemies too?"

"Yep. But don't worry, I'll protect you" he says with a wink. "I'm gonna go tell Dean to leave your luggage at Daisy's on his way back. It'll be just a minute."

"Ok" I say, letting out a big sigh.

"Urso, don't!" someone says behind me.

Before I can turn around, I feel something very heavy clashing against me, making me fall to the floor. Something heavy and... Wet. Disgustingly wet.

"Urso, stop. Stop!" the voice says again. "I am so sorry."

"What the fuck was that?"

"That was Urso, my dog" the voice says. A man's voice. "Let me help you."

"I'm fine, don't worry" I say, getting up.

"He's usually very well behaved, but sometimes he gets too excited and... Are you ok?"

I'm just able to nod, too stunned by what I'm looking at. Aka, one of the hottest men I've seen in my entire life. He's a head taller than myself, and is wearing a white t-shirt and grey joggers, the t-shirt being almost like a second skin and showing the most perfect and chiseled muscles ever.

"Ok, everything is... Settled" Mason says next to me, bringing me back to reality.

"Mount" the Greek God says.

"Mayor" he replies in a very non friendly tone.

"Wait, mayor?" I say.

"Rúben Dias, Bluebell’s mayor" he says, taking my hand and kissing it. "At your service."

"Hi" I mutter, Mason snorting next to me.

"Is everything alright, Mount?"

"Yes, sir. Perfect" he says, definitely faking his smile. "But we are busy, so if you and your beast don't mind..."

"Urso isn't a beast."

"Well, he pushed her to the floor and covered her on his droll, so..."

"Wait, what?" I say, looking down at my clothes. "Oh, shit."

"You'll be fine. Just try not to hold so tight this time" Mason says with a big grin. "Shall we?" he says, offering me his helmet.

"Yes, sure" I say. "Nice to meet you, Mayor."

"Please, call me Rúben."

"Rúben, yes. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet..." But I don't hear what else he says, the motorbike's engine being, again, too loud.

"Bye" I say, putting on my helmet and getting behind Mason.

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"This is it. Daisy's" Mason says.

"Oh, wow."

"Didn't expect it to look like this?"

"I had seen photos online, and it was nice. But I didn't expect it to be this nice in real life." I had read reviews about it, and people had said that it was even better in person. They weren't wrong.

"Oh, that's Dixie. Your cat now, I guess" he says, pointing to a huge black cat coming towards us.

"Hello you" I say, bending down and offering him my hand. He smells it for a bit before starting to rub himself against it, asking to be petted.

"I think he likes you."

"I think he does, yes" I say with a smile.

"So, should we go in? Do you have a key?"

"Yes, they sent it with the papers."

The inside is even more beautiful than the outside, and I feel myself already falling in love with the place. Which wasn't the plan.

"Oh, you must be her!" a female voice says from the door. "I'm Mrs. Smart, but you can call me Angela. I live next door, and always helped your father with everything he needed. I'm so sorry for your loss" she says, giving me a hug.

"Thank you" I mutter.

"Mason Mount... I knew it was you when I heard that noise from hell. Can't stay away from a pretty girl, uh?"

"She needed help, and I happened to be there" he shrugs.

“Of course” Mrs. Smart says, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, would you like a tour of the house? I know every corner.”

“I guess, yes.”

“Wonderful” she says, linking my arm with hers.

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"Mase? Are you here bro?"

"Oh, that's Dean. He probably brought your luggage, one sec" Mason says, running down the stairs.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Mrs. Smart asks me once Mason has disappeared.

"I do not, no. I'm taking a sabbatical from men. An indefinite one."

"Good" she says, walking into the next room she is showing me. "Mason is a good boy despite trying to look like a bad one. But he has broken the hearts of half the female population in the area, so I would be careful around him if I were you."

"Noted" I reply.

"Dear God, woman" Mason says from the corridor. "What did you bring with you?"

"I am so sorry" I say, meeting him. "I panicked and overpacked, it happens all the time."

"Oh, it's ok" Mrs. Smart says. "Why don't you take it to the apartment upstairs, Mason? A young man like you can do that, can't you? Or should we call the Mayor and his big arms?"

"So funny" he replies, walking towards a wall and still carrying my luggage.

"Wait, what..." But before I can say anything else, the wall opens, leading to a secret passage.

"That's the way to the apartment" Mrs. Smart explains. "It is where the servants used to live, so all the doors are hidden. Come, I'll show you" she says, walking past Mason.

The apartment isn't too big, but it is perfect. The kitchen and the living room are together, and to the left there is a corridor that leads to a couple of rooms and a bathroom.

"I'm sure a place like this would be very expensive in the city" Mrs. Smart says.

"You can't even imagine."

"It probably needs a female touch, tho" she says, looking around.

"I like it this way" I say. Who knew that my father and I had the same taste when it came to furniture.

"Jesus" Mason says behind us, trying to catch his breath.

"All that football, and look at you" Mrs. Smart laughs. "Oh, that's my phone. One minute" she says, leaving us alone.

"I'm sorry about making you carry that. Are you ok?" I ask Mason. He is so red...

"Yeah, yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Though some mouth-to-mouth would be welcomed" he says with a cheeky smile that shows his dimple, making me blush. Again.

"Ugh, men. They can't do anything alone" Mrs. Smart says, joining us. "Everything ok here?"

"Yes, perfect" I quickly say. "Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Smart."

"Angela. Call me Angela. And you're welcome. Your father and I were very close friends, I would do anything for his daughter."

"Thank you very much. You are too kind."

"Now, we should probably leave you alone to get used to the place. And you probably also want to rest for a bit" she says.

"I actually do, yes."

"C'mon then, Mount. Time to go."

"I also need to rest" he says.

"You can do that on your own house. Let's go" Mrs. Smart says, grabbing him by the arm and walking him outside, not allowing him to say goodbye.

[luna-redamancy]

Fili x Reader - Dancing and Confessions

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: A bit of a drunk Kili

Female Reader-Insert

Dwarvish feasts were always lively, the sounds of a cherry tune bouncing off every inch of the walls as several dwarves gathered in with their Ones or with friends to dance to the lovely sound. Tables filled with any food you could ever want, a dessert table piled high of goodies, and never-ending ale. 

For everyone, it was a lovely night. 

Well, not everyone. 

Blowing the pesky loose strand of hair out of your face once more, you brought another round of dirty plates back to the dishwashing area of the kitchen, leftover bones that were licked clean, random splashes of sauce on the plates, and random specks of what you believed to be ale filled over half of your vision as you let your muscle memory guide you through the kitchens with ease. 

Setting them carefully in the basin of soapy water, you grunted, leaning backward to stretch your back. The feasts were fun, for those who got to participate. Not for those who had to work the grand event. Grabbing the washcloth, you dipped it carefully into the hot soapy water, enjoying the way the chromatic orb floated from the mass of soap, floating up and popping before it reached the ceiling. 

‘I can’t wait to go to bed,’ You thought as you started scrubbing plates, knowing fully well that this feast was going to be ending for a long time, leaving a very sleepless night ahead of you. 

“Not enjoying the festivities are we?” Fili’s voice behind you made you jump, your eyes widening as you scrambled to grab the plate you nearly threw in surprise. 

“Fili!” You gasped as you finally grasped it, carefully setting it in the basin. “You can not do that to me,” You huffed as you turned to face him, crossing your arms carefully over your chest. 

“My apologies,” He chuckled, bowing his head in mock poshness, “I simply came to see if a certain damsel was enjoying herself?” Fili questioned, eyes flickering over to the stack of dishes behind you.

A dry laugh escaped your throat as you grinned, “Yeah, having the best time of my life.” You responded as your eyes looked back over to the stack, your smile dropping. 

“Feasts are supposed to be a time of great joy,” Fili began, “So, as crowned prince and heir to the Throne of Erebor,” He teased, “I shall have to rescue this damsel in distress.”

“Damsel?--” You began to question before it died off in your throat, Fili pulling you by the hand out of the kitchens. 

“Fili, I cannot leave my post in the kitchens,” You laughed, half-heartedly resisting his tugging as he brought you out into the hall. “I know you aren’t one for crowds…” Fili began as he kept tugging you, your destination soon becoming clear as the gates to the royal garden came into view. 

“So, I figured the gardens would spark more joy in you,” Fili’s eyes flickered over to you, admiring the way your hair was suddenly lit up by the moonlight, your soft expression making his heart speed up. 

But you didn’t notice, instead, you felt a grin form on your face as you dropped his hand, moving further into the gardens. The moonlight making everything more ethereal, bluebells looking as if they were glowing, acorn trees looking ancient and mystical. “It’s so peaceful out here,” You spoke softly, the sound of the music still making it into your ears but now it was softer, more enjoyable. 

“It truly is,” Fili agreed, wanting to add that he felt truly peaceful with you. Music filling his ears pushed Fili to clear his throat, catching your attention. 

“Would you like to dance?” Fili asked, holding his hand out to you, a soft smile on his face. Returning his smile you ducked your head as you let out a small amused laugh through your nostrils. “I’d love to,” You responded, reaching your hand out to place it in his. 

“-Although, I’ve never really danced with anyone before,” You admitted as he pulled you closer to him, your shoulders tensing as your body simply didn’t know what to do.

“We can just sway then if that makes you most comfortable?” Fili questioned, noticing your tension, his hand resting in the middle of your back while the other carefully cradled your hand in his. 

The warmth of him filled your senses as you looked up into his eyes, never having been this close before. “That would be nice,” You mumbled as he took the lead, gently swaying the two of you side to side. 

After doing this for a few moments, you carefully rested your head on his shoulder, prepared to pull away if he tensed or stilled in your ‘dance’. However, he did none of that. 

Instead, he pulled you closer, your body flush to his his hand on your back rubbing slow circles as the two of you swayed to the soft tune of the music pouring out of the feasting halls. 

The world seemed to fade away, as if nothing mattered except for being in each others arms. As you two swayed in comfortable silence, you thought back on your interactions with the Prince of Erebor.

Always checking in on you, making sure you were doing okay, that you were never working too hard for his Uncle. At first, you thought he was just trying to get to know the staff better, to let you all know he would care about them when he became King someday. But as time went on, his attention seemed to focus solely on you. As you zoned back into reality, a small blush formed on your face, realizing how intimate the two of you looked. 

“Fili?” You questioned softly, breaking the comfortable silence. 

Fili hummed in response to let you know you had his attention as he kept swaying the two of you. “Why?” You simply asked, your head still resting on his shoulder, watching his beard braids sway in sync. 

“Why what?” Fili questioned in return, his movements never faltering. 

“Why do you care so much?... About me?” You questioned more specifically, your eyebrows furrowing. “Princes don’t usually pull household servants out of their duties for a dance in private,” You noted how his body seemed to tense as you pointed out his unusual behavior. 

“-And they usually do not care if their servants have taken a break every hour,” You laughed a bit, hoping to ease the tension growing in him. 

“I care… Because I care about you,” Fili finally spoke, his movements slowing before stopping altogether, the two of you separating to look at each other.  “More than what I should,” Fili’s blue eyes began to search yours as he carefully moved his hand from your back up to cup your cheek.

“Fili--”

“I love you.” Fili declared, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. “And I don’t want you to feel like you have to return my feelings but I just couldn’t hide it from you anymore,” Fili began babbling as he dropped his hand, stepping backward as his confidence faltered. 

“I know to court and to marry a prince isn’t something everyone would want, with all the politics and lack of privacy--”

“You talk too much sometimes,” You interrupted him, causing his eyes to snap back to yours, a soft smile on your face, confusion covering his. 

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him back to you. “I love you too,” You clued him in, causing his confused expression to change into one of shock. “You what?”

Laughing you shook your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle, your head resting on his shoulder once more. Fili’s arms carefully wrapped around you as you two began to sway again. “I’ve loved you for a long time…” You mumbled, “I just never thought a prince, someone so… Important, would want someone like me…” Your voice never raised above a whisper as you felt his arms tighten. “Someone like you? Someone beautiful, intelligent, cunning, so clever?” Fili grinned at you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Someone who isn’t of royal blood, and works as a household servant for the king.” You clarified, causing him to scoff. 

“I don’t see blood. I see you,” Fili responded before carefully lifting you up, spinning you around, again and again, making giggles bubble out of your throat as you clung to his shoulders. 

As he slowed to a stop, you let a couple more giggles out as you caught your breath, looking down at Fili as he watched you with a grin on his face. 

“I love you,” You smiled at him as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. 

“And I you,” He responded, his words softly spoken. Fili’s eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, the deep pools of blue asking one question ‘Can I?’

Instead of verbally answering him, you slipped your eyes shut as you leaned closer, your lips locking together in a kiss as he carefully lowered you to the ground so he could cup your face. 

“Y’know, you usually braid hair on the first date, brother” Kili stumbled over, a flush on his face as he let out a burp. “I think you skipped a step in the ol’courty rules”

Pulling apart, you laughed as you saw Kili leaning against a pillar for support. Kili winked, raising his mug of ale in your direction. Fili simply stared at Kili with a raised brow. 

Kili’s face slowly lost his cheerfulness, his expression turning serious. “I am happy for you, brother…” Soon the serious expression turned into one of alarm, “Oh no…” Kili began, turning just in time to vomit into the bluebells soil. “Am...Gonna go back inside…” Kili sputtered as wiped the sides of his mouth, carefully leaving the two of you alone again.

Shaking his head, Fili let out a laugh as he turned his attention back to you. “I think you owe me a braid,” You hummed as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That I do indeed, amrâlimê” He hummed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

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[lunatens]

about me tag ✨

tagged by @ggulovebot tHANK U MIMU these are so fun 🤩🤩 yayay

name: that is ✨classified✨ skkfkdsj ok i don’t really care anymore if y’all know my real name so if u rlly wanna know u can ask

nickname: i don’t have any irl but here i go by luna because it’s fun and i think it’s a pretty name so 😌

zodiac: pisces!!

height: 5’10 or 178cm (yes i am the exact same height as the loml mr joshua hong wow)

languages: only fluent in english bc i’m boring 😔 but i also know a decent amount of ancient latin and a bit of korean!!

nationality: canadian

favourite season: fall (hehe mimu we match!!)

favourite flower: forget me nots!!!! altho bluebells and peonies are also really nice

favourite scent: i love anything that smells like outdoors, so probably like cedar or fresh rain if that counts lol!! also flowers hehe

favourite colour: rose quartz and serenity um i think pastel purple!!! but i truly love all colours

favourite animal: mmmm killer whales!! but it’s so hard to choose omfg i just love animals so much

coffee, tea or hot chocolate?: i’m not typically really big on hot drinks, but i like hot chocolate once in a while! and i’m trying to start drinking tea lol. but if we’re talking cold drinks then coffee all the way i love iced coffee (when there’s..lots of sweet things in it lakfksks) and also iced tea!!

average amount of sleep: during the school week probably like 5 hours and then on weekends usually like 10 lol

dogs or cats: god this question is so hard...i’m gonna say dogs i think? but i really love cats too

dream trip: i really want to go to korea with my sisters!!! or also back to japan!!!

number of blankets: i usually sleep with just one but many pillows/stuffed animals

blog est: ooh good question...i’ve been on tumblr since like 2013 but this blog i think i made in like march 2019? i feel like it’s been longer than that tho jeez

random fact: my friends and i are having a presentation night tomorrow and i’m doing mine on seventeen and it’s 2 hours long...but i made a kahoot for them at the end so that’ll be fun!!

tagging: @cutiejoshi (finally i get to tag u back in something hehehe) @noniesgirl @hannie-dul-set @changbinniee @jaehyunicecream of course only if you guys wanna!! 💖

[arigatouiris]

head over heels // b.b — [06]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; mentions of drugs and drug abuse and explicit sexual references; mentions of anxiety, depressive thoughts, suicide, post-traumatic stress; fluff [in later chapters]

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 1686

Author’s Note: Short chapter, but a lot goes on here! Let me know what you think, ya’ll~

Those who want to be on the tag-list, do send me an ask~

06. care

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Most mornings, Bucky could wake up before noon. That morning, Bucky woke up rather early, dreaming of a certain barista, feeling utterly hopeless and miserable with regard to his actions the previous night, and feeling stone-cold all over his body.

Bucky was awake at 6:45 a.m. that morning but he couldn’t move a muscle until after noon. He knew he’d usually visit BlueBell’s Cafe at around 11:30 a.m. and he wondered if (y/n) thought something was wrong with him coming in so late. Bucky knew she wouldn’t care, she’d care as much as a regular barista would, but ever since figuring out something deeper about her, Bucky’s heart ached when he didn’t see her on even a single day.

He moved to his bathroom in a slow snail-like pace, and took almost thirty minutes to even get started doing something for himself. His mind was blank, and he wasn’t feeling anything; he was feeling slow, if it was even considered a feeling. Bucky stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror before noticing how he hadn’t shaved in the past week, and his stubble was more than just a short layer now. He groaned before rubbing his hand across his beard, before shutting his eyes and thinking of his long lost past.

He then thought of Tony’s parents. He remembered the look on Tony’s mother’s face as he choked her to death. He remembered how Howard begged Bucky to save at least his wife, and how he had ignored both their requests. He remembered Tony’s enraged face as he learned it was Barnes who had killed his parents. He remembered the anger, and thought it was justified.

He would be lying to himself if he thought it wouldn’t be the best thing if Tony had killed him right then.

Bucky then decided that he would not go in to BlueBell’s that day. He figured he could tell (y/n) that he was busy at work, being part of the new Avengers and everything. They didn’t take him on for missions, and he knew he couldn’t call himself that either, but he wasn’t new to lying.

Turning back on his heels, Bucky quickly walked back to the bed, with the pace that was missing when he woke up, and fell back into the covers. He felt regret, he felt nothing but sorrow at the thought of leaving her behind when she needed him, even when Bucky had promised himself that he would try and help her. But, what good could he do when he couldn’t even help himself?

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That morning, Bucky did not visit the cafe. 

Things were fine the previous day, especially with how suddenly inquisitive Bucky had gotten. She was scared, a tad bit, wondering if Bucky had somehow realized her secret. There was no way, she thought before putting the cups away from a used table. He could not know what it was, but maybe… she felt the tips of her fingers turn blue at the thought, Maybe he knows something is wrong.

The entire cafe broke out into a fit of gasps and aweing when the door chime was heard. (y/n) turned over her shoulder, holding the crate of used cups and plates, and her eyes widened. It was Captain America, with a soft smile on his face as he nodded to everyone who clapped at his arrival. (y/n) scurried to her spot after placing the cups in the sink and stood in front of the counter.

    “How can I help you today?” She asked, forgetting to add in his title at the end.

Steve chuckled before looking at her kindly, “A cup of coffee would do, ma’am.”

    “Would you like cream in your coffee?” She immediately thought of Bucky, and missed his presence dearly.

Steve nodded before going over to take a seat. (y/n)’s eyes followed the Captain’s, before getting on to making his coffee. After sometime, the cafe turned quieter after having accepted Captain America in its presence. As (y/n) walked over to Steve’s table, she noticed no one else, she thought of nothing else but how Bucky had smiled at her the previous day.

I may be mean, but I’m here for you, doll. Right here. With a cup of coffee, waiting for those masterpieces.

She shook the thoughts off her head before greeting Steve again. He smiled at her, but he was definitely here for more than just coffee. As she poured the coffee into his cup and then went on to add cream, Steve thought it was appropriate to ask.

    “Ma’am,” (y/n) looked up at him and smiled, “Do you happen to be friends with Bucky Barnes?”

Her eyes didn’t widen and her smile didn’t falter. Several thoughts wandered around in her head, but the time she took in answering surprised Steve.

    “He comes to the coffee shop as a regular. He has his coffee and leaves. Is there a problem, Captain America?”

Steve chuckled before saying, “I was hoping you’d not call me that, really. I’m here as Steve. Bucky’s best friend.”

Her heart eased at his words.

    “Is there something wrong?” (y/n) asked, worry on her face.

Even if she wanted to hide it, she couldn’t. Steve noticed and smiled back at her, because what more could he do?

    “I’m sure you must have realized that things aren’t going too well for him, ma’am.” Steve said, mixing his cup.

She stood by his side, unmoving. A second later, Steve gestured for her to sit in front of him and (y/n) blinked before nodding and taking a seat.

    “Things aren’t going too well for any of us, though, is it?” (y/n) asked, smiling a sad smile.

    “No, but…” Steve placed both his hands on the table before leaning forward, “In Bucky’s case, I mean… He’s not opened up to anyone since… In a long time. And you’re the only person who—”

    “And you think I can save him, is that correct?” (y/n) asked, her eyes suddenly cold.

Steve’s eyes widened as he stared at her.

    “You think I can walk into his life because he drinks coffee at my store regularly and save him from himself? Mr. Rogers, and because you’re here as Mr. Rogers, Bucky’s best friend, let me tell you this. I am not responsible for anyone else. I am merely Bucky Barnes’ barista. I serve him coffee, I—”

    “So you don’t care if he sinks deeper and deeper into a darkness he can’t come out of?” Steve asked, confused.

(y/n) froze.

    “You’re saying you don’t care about Buck? That’s it, right? I’m sorry, ma’am, but I understand when Buck has trouble letting me know if he’s found a friend. Because I know his story. I don’t know your’s, but I can tell you that I see the same problem here. I’m sorry to have bothered you—”

    “What do you mean he has trouble letting you know he has a friend?” (y/n) asked, narrowing her eyes.

    “Well,” Steve’s eyes darted to her nametag, “Miss (y/n), he was never someone who’d deny when he found someone special.”

With that, as Steve finished his cup of coffee and left, (y/n) sat and thought. She couldn’t understand what she was doing wrong, but she felt it—she felt like she was committing a big mistake. Sighing, she ran after Steve, who had not gone off too far, and grabbed his sleeve. Steve turned around and looked at her, and she looked at him.

She was done running away.

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Bucky hadn’t eaten in close to an entire day. 

He looked up at the time and saw that it was 11:45, but he was sure that the clock had stopped working and that the hands stood still. He lay in his bed, beard and all, and stared at the ceiling, thinking of her.

All he could think about was her these days. The way she smiled, the way she poured cream in his cup of coffee, the way she drew those silly things on his cup, how sad her eyes looked, how tired she looked, how she forced herself to keep going merely because of some invisible force that compelled her to do so. The same invisible force that was absent in him.

He wondered what it would feel like if he got to know her more. He wondered if he felt better, he wouldn’t have hesitated in asking her out for a cup of coffee, he’d try and make her smile, he’d want to know what’s bothering her.

He never could allow himself to break those walls.

A knock sounded at his door and he groaned. A moment later, his phone pinged and he knew it had to be Steve. There was no way he could shake Steve off, and he knew he would do the same for his best friend if the tables were turned. He took his phone in his hand and saw Steve’s message: open the door. He sighed before getting off his bed and going to the door.

He knocked back from inside and groaned, “Steve, I told you, I don’t want help. I’m fine. I don’t want you to try so hard.”

There was no answer from the other end. Just a soft knock, sounding one after another. Three times. Bucky groaned before clicking his tongue.

    “I’m not gonna open the door, Steve. Please, go back.”

There was no answer. Only three more knocks. Bucky’s eyes narrowed before he pulled down the three door locks from his door and opened, and he swore right then his heart fell to the ground. His eyes were wide on (y/n)’s form, as she looked at him with no smile, no emotion other than a callousness Bucky found familiar.

    “Will you let me in, Bucky?” She asked, her hand slowly reaching for his.

And the minute her hand touched his fingertips, Bucky’s eyes filled with tears. He was sure that she didn’t mean letting her inside the house. He was sure that she meant more than that.

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Expectations Part 2 (Flynn X MC)

A/N: Heya! So this is part 2 of Expectations and my submission for Day 9 of the Choices September Challenge! This was actually supposed to be a three part thing but I don’t know if it will be necessary. Let me know if you want a third part. Hope you like this! 💗

Warning: T

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A few hours pass and soon enough, it’s time for Ali and Flynn to go have dinner with Pamela and Steve Kingston. So far, Flynn hasn’t adjusted well and has spent most of the time fooling around with their daughter than actually trying to get to know the parents. That really doesn’t sound good. But Flynn does wanna try. He wants to prove that he’s not some washed up screw up drinking his life away. Cause he’s not. Those are just the stereotypes that rich folk like Ali’s parents are forced to listen to and assume that all rumours are true. 

Ali admitted once that she was almost dragged into her parents’ web of lies before she realised that her future lies beyond those giant iron gates and in the outside world. Flynn always found that hard to believe because she’s perfect. She’s capable. She always knows what’s she doing and why she’s doing it. She knows what she’s getting into before she does it. Clearly Flynn didn’t know what he was in for when he accepted to go on this crappy vacation.

An entire weekend with these stuck up bastards. Luckily, they only have to stay for one full day since the Sunday morning they’ll be leaving. Still, a whole weekend with the wealthy people he’s constantly tried to avoid. That’s what he gets for falling in love with Ali fucking Kingston. 

As Flynn scans himself in the mirror, he sighs hesitantly and runs a hand through his dark brown locks. He hasn’t bothered to dress up that much for this fancy dinner thing, since it was still in the mansion, but he made a deal with Ali where if he wore one of his dress shirts then Ali would, in her words, ‘make his favourite dream come true’. A smirk crosses Flynn’s lips as he recalls that moment. He still doesn’t really know what she was referring to. 

He straightens out his collar and rolls his eyes, really eager to not attend this dinner but like he’s been doing this entire time, he convinced himself that he’s doing this for Ali. Which he is. But that reason seems even less persuading the more he plays it in his head. 

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom creaks open and that causes Flynn to swerve around, his icy blue eyes immediately landing on his stunning girlfriend. His eyes widen when he sees her appearance. He didn’t think she’d even be dressing up. It’s just a dinner in their house. Can they not be bothered going to a restaurant? Do they have a live in restaurant or something?

However, none of that seems to matter as Flynn’s eyes skim hungrily over Ali’s appearance, as he barely spots the mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. She’s wearing a slim, maroon gown that goes all the way down to the ground. It’s completely sleeveless and only shows some slight cleavage. Her dusty brown hair dangles down her chest, naturally wavy but it still looks groomed and polished. She’s wearing the chain necklace that Flynn gave to her on their last night in Birchport before they decided to move to the city. A crescent moon is centred on a silver chain and it compliments everything else so well. 

“...Damn,” is all Flynn manages to get out of his mouth and it comes out as a mere whisper. Giggling at how awestruck he is, Ali saunters up to Flynn and winds her arms around his neck. 

A smirk plays at her lips, as her skim over the wolfish look on Flynn’s face briefly. “I’m guessing you like this.” Ali assumes and Flynn nods immediately, not able to get any words of his mouth. He attempts it but only air manages to escape. 

Noticing how speechless Flynn is, Ali presses her palms on his chest, careful not to crease his ironed shirt and plants a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. They stay like for a few seconds before Ali pulls away way too soon for Flynn’s liking.

“What was that for?” He questions, raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend in confusion but definitely not complaining. His smirk returns and he’s finally able to gather himself and structure his words. 

“Just trying to wake you up.” Ali responds in a seductive tone, kissing Flynn’s cheek and fiddling with the open collar of his shirt. Meanwhile, Flynn watches her intently, a curious look in his eyes. “You ready for this dinner?” She asks, breaking the momentarily silence and seeming to startle Flynn with a tension.

He scoffs, like he’s amused. “You mean, am I ready to die?” Flynn jokes but there’s a seriousness in his usual sarcastic tone. Ali just rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. Clearly something was bothering her. “Hey, babe. What’s wrong?” He asks in a rare concerned voice that he only used with her or his sister, Kate. In other words, the people he loves the most. 

Ali’s head collapses on Flynn’s chest and he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close and eyeing her with concern and curiosity. 

“It’s just... I thought you were gonna be serious about this.” Ali reminds him and lifts her head to meet his eyes, slight annoyance in her unreadable expression.

Flynn furrows his brows, not quite sure what she’s getting at. “About your parents? I am being serious. I just know that they don’t-“ 

“I know, Flynn. You think they’re gonna hate you and that they’re gonna give you all these questions that you don’t want. And they’re gonna pressure you about your commitment to me.” Ali cuts him off and starts a rant of her own, frustration slowly building up. “I get that but you promised me you’d try!”

Flynn immediately releases a sigh, knowing she’s right but not really wanting to admit it. There’s a chance that they could like him. If he really tried... or chose to act like one of them. A wealthy, stuck-up bastard, since that’s the kind of person they want her to be with. He really wants to make that joke but the solemn look in Ali’s eyes tells him to keep it to himself. 

“...Okay, Ali. I’m sorry. I know I’m not being very fair and I know you want this to work. So I’ll try. But I’m only doing this for you, okay?” He admits, kissing Ali’s forehead as an attempt to calm her which seems to work. 

“You promise?” Ali asks, pure innocence in her tone which is always able to convince Flynn in a heartbeat. 

He releases a soft sigh and rests his jaw on Ali’s head, strands of her hair sticking up slightly when he does. Her hazel eyes close as she leans into his arms, releasing a sweet sigh of her own. 

“I promise.”

Hand in hand, Flynn and Ali wander down the grand staircase and into the dining room, their jaws immediately dropping when they glance at what’s before them. A dinner setup like no other. It’s probably one of the most extravagant things that Flynn has ever seen, especially just for a few meals. A colossal dining table lies centred in the middle of the room, covered with a royal red sheet that dangles off it. A pretty sizeable plant sits at the middle of the table. All kinds of flower rest in it. Orchids, dandelions, roses, bluebells, daisies, lilacs. You name it. Sure, it kinda looks like a mess but it just fades out with all the other expensive stuff. Fancy china is set out on the table, on each and every single seat. You could fit about ten people on this table. Damn, Ali’s parents really are rich. 

As Flynn takes in the scenery, he really starts to feel like he doesn’t belong here. Like he should not be with someone who comes from a background like this. His parents always told him to never get involved the upper-class. But if this is what it takes to be with Ali, then so be it.

Suddenly, Flynn is snapped out of his trance when he feels Ali nudge him slightly. Wincing, he narrows his eyes at her, stopping instantly when he catches sight of her expectant look. She gestures over to the front of the table, where her parents are already seated and it seems like they were talking to him and he was too enraptured in the surroundings to respond. 

Pamela and Steve both sit beside each other in the direction so they can see the doorway where Flynn and Ali are stood. Both had chosen to change their appearance for the dinner. Pamela wearing a navy, velvet halter gown and Steve wearing the same suit as before - just in a different colour. Damn, wonder how many of those he owns. 

Flynn glances at Ali’s parents awkwardly, not sure what to say when he didn’t hear what they were saying to him. He can spot the stiffness in their body language. Steve is glaring at Flynn again, this time even more viciously. While, Pamela sits straight up, a little more suspicious than annoyed. She’s probably a lot more calm than Steve when it comes to people Ali brings home. She seems like the type who would be more lenient when it comes to questioning intentions and definitely more open-minded. But with Flynn, she’s definitely worried, especially because of his family name, reputation and past. And when it comes down to Steve, he’s just angry. Frustrated. Determined to scare every lover off and stop Ali from ever being involved with anyone. It’s a little strange considering she’s 25 years old and she’s been living away from home for 7 years. Who knows why he’s like that.

An awkward moment of silence passes and Flynn really doesn’t know what to say. He can see Steve’s strong scowl burning into the sight of Flynn and Ali’s connected hands. Heeding that warning, Flynn drops Ali’s hand, which definitely confuses her, and shoves his hands in the pockets of his off-black jeans. 

Soon, the silence becomes quite unbearable.

“Did you hear what I said, Flynn?” Pamela’s extremely posh voice is what breaks the silence and Flynn is instantly thankful, leading both him and Ali to release sighs of relief. 

“...No,” is all Flynn manages to respond with and Pamela seems momentarily stunned by such a simple and what they would call ‘disrespectful’ response. Hell, Flynn didn’t even realise what he said until it was already out in the world. 

Pamela gathers herself, gesturing to the two seats opposite her and her husband, who glare refuses to move from a nervous Flynn. “Join us. Have a seat.” She politely offers, a kind smile fixed on her face. 

“Thank you... Pamela.” Flynn responds, his voice slightly strained from the cold tension in the air. 

Both him and Ali pick out some seats. Blindly, Ali goes for the seat opposite her mother, forcing Flynn to sit in front of Steve. Flynn swears the man hasn’t blinked this entire time. Exhaling sharply, Flynn takes a seat, trying his best to avoid the deep scowl from Steve burning into his forehead. 

Noticing the worry on Flynn’s usually hidden expression, Ali grasps his hand from under the table, while her other hand rests on his knee. Flynn flinches at her touch, relaxing slightly, even as the unbearable silence continues. 

“...You have a lovely home.” Flynn suddenly says, his voice coming out very loose and forced. He pointed his compliment more towards Pamela, in a hope that she’ll respond instead of Steve. 

“Why thank y-“ 

“Of course you think it’s lovely. It’s probably better than any holes you’ve lived in.” Steve interrupts Pamela as she starts to answer Flynn’s comment. She narrows her eyes at her husband but he doesn’t seem to notice, not daring to take his eyes off Flynn, who was genuinely hurt by what the man said. 

Another unbearable silence takes place. Nobody really knows what to say anymore. This has to be one of the most awkward moments of Flynn’s entire life. Ali’s grasp on his hand tightens, as her nervous are activated and Flynn can feel the anxious sweat coming off her hand. Her first intentions were to comfort Flynn but her nerves got the best of her. 

“So, how are you, sweetie?” Pamela once again breaks the silence, which she seems to like doing, and turns to face her daughter with an expectant look. “How’s your life in the city?”

Ali barely catches her mother’s words, forcing a smile and taking a sip out of the water that the maid had set out for her. “Yeah. It’s great. I feel like I’m finally starting to get used to the city.” She tries to joke but the only thing heard is her nervous laughter. “...And I actually got a good story the other week. Probably one of my biggest yet.”

Steve scoffs. “A story bigger than that one about the Birchport murders and kidnapping.” When Pamela hears his words, she awards him with a nudge and a scowl. But he doesn’t even flinch, shooting Flynn a pointed look.

“Dad. I didn’t really do that for the story.” Ali tries to reason with her father but he’s not having any of it. 

“No. You did it to make your boyfriend look less guilty, didn’t you darling?” Steve cuts her off again and that causes Flynn’s blood to boil. What kind of father treats her daughter like that? Making all these assumptions about the decisions she makes. The fact that he still thinks he has the right to refer to her as ‘darling’ as well. It’s sickening.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. You crossed a line there.” Flynn suddenly chimes in, standing up in his seat but Ali drags him by their connected hands back into his seat. He looks at her with confusion and he can hear the vicious chuckles of Ali’s father in the background. 

“Oh, I’m sorry for trying to protect my daughter.” Steve retorts, folding his arms and allowing his snark to deepen. 

“You’re not protecting her, you’re judging her.” 

With that, silence once takes over, a blood-curdling tension being caught between the two men. Glares and scowls are exchanged. Wordless insults are passed by. While Ali and Pamela just join in with the awkward silence, not sure what to say.

Flynn has never felt more hatred to a man than in that moment. Who does this bastard think he is? Judging his own daughter for the right things she’s done. The noble things. Things that he’d never have the guts to do. It hurts Flynn to think about what Ali had to go through as a kid. How much of a hell her childhood must have been. He can see the hurt in her eyes when her father insults her or makes fun of her or even questions anything she does. 

“Tell me Flynn. Where do you work?” Steve suddenly interrupts the silence, which is a relief but it still manages to anger Flynn even more. The older man folds his arms in an intimidating manor but it doesn’t work as much as it did the first time him and Flynn met. 

Flynn grits his teeth, clenching his fist under the table and tightening his grasp on Ali’s hand, still gentle enough so he avoids hurting her. Ali suddenly leans into Flynn, whispering in his ear. 

“Babe, stay calm.” She tells him in her most persuasive tone which Flynn sometimes hates when she uses it on him when he really wants to punch someone in the face. Then again, it’s his girlfriend’s dad. 

As Ali leans away, Flynn’s features relax and he suddenly comes across as calm and collected. His confidence rises slightly, as he plans out his response to Steve’s actually normal question. 

“I’m currently in between jobs, Mr Kingston.” He answers calmly and a little surprise shows up in Steve’s eyes when he hears the simple answer. 

“And where did you last work?” Steve continues to bombard Flynn with questions but Flynn makes sure he has an answer for each and every one.

“My last job was at a bar downtown. Left it because I thought there were better things out there for me.” Okay, Flynn did lie on that last part but it isn’t obvious. He’s good at keeping things hidden, especially this emotions and mistakes.

“Maybe it’s your family name that’s stopping you from having a future.” Steve states, his tone a little more aggressive. Ali flinches in her seat that her father’s last comment and Flynn can feel her will power and her beliefs fighting in her head. She’s definitely trying to stop herself from interrupting because she knows Flynn is able to handle this better than she can. 

“Well, that doesn’t matter ‘cause I already got my future.” Flynn responds with pure honesty in his tone, as he wraps an arm around Ali’s waist - noticing how she melts at his last words. She rests her head against his shoulder and Flynn spots a scowl forming on Steve’s face. Clearly, he’s not impressed by Flynn’s strong intentions to stick around. 

“Still, you must need a way to make money.” Steve tries to challenge Flynn once more, causing him to roll his eyes. 

“I’m stable. That’s all I care about.” Flynn assures, realising his words came out slightly wrong, giving Steve the upper hand which is a definite mistake. 

Suddenly, the doors fly open, startling all souls at the table. The staff rush in with plenty of plates in their hands. They lay out some dishes in front of all who sit at the table, even though Flynn doesn’t remember being asked for what he wanted. Hell, it doesn’t really matter. He’ll eat a horse to get out of talking to Pamela or Steve ever again. All he really wants is to be somewhere alone with Ali or just be back in the city with her because anymore of this will probably kill him. 

As the staff lay out the meals, Flynn takes a scan at what everyone received, even if they didn’t ask for it. Ali seemed to have been given something she actually likes. Actually, it’s her favourite meal, even Flynn knows that and her parents probably asked for that because it is her favourite. She got a smoked salmon and a salad. Flynn even tried cooking it for her once and ended up nearly burning her apartment down. Reason number one million and one why he should not have a key to her place. Pamela received a full lobster and a salad as well. One of those huge lobsters that takes forever to get open. And Steve received a... wait what is that? That is probably one of the weirdest dishes Flynn has ever laid eyes on. Whatever it is, it looks disgusting. 

And finally, Flynn receives a... oh crap. Lamb. Flynn doesn’t like lamb. He’s never liked lamb. It’s too chewy, even when it’s cooked right. Besides, who wants to eat a cute little lamb? Flynn can’t eat this. He really doesn’t want to. It actually makes him throw up every time he eats it.

Noticing his meal, Ali’s hazel eyes widen slightly and she facepalms hard, knowing this is definitely not gonna end well. Pamela catches sight of the cringing and raises an eyebrow at both Ali and Flynn. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“Flynn doesn’t like lamb. Like he really doesn’t like it.” Ali states quickly and Flynn is slightly taken aback by what she says, hoping he could have just lied and ate it anyway so Pamela and Steve wouldn’t think he’s a complainer and a difficult person. Never mind. The plan has already gone to hell. 

Pamela is silent for a moment, not sure what to say. “I’m sorry Flynn. We can-“

“Nah. That’s fine. I don’t know what Ali’s talking about. No, I love lamb.” Flynn tries to lie, his voice coming out all strained and nervous. 

Ali can feel his pain, resting her hand on his thigh reassuringly. “Flynn, you don’t have to-“

“Ali. It’s fine.” Flynn assures, shooting her a weak smile. 

Silently, he picks up one of the many forks and knives laid out on the table and starts cutting the lamb, cringing a little at the look of it. He’s tempted to just run away right there but it wouldn’t be fair to Ali so he just sucks it up and picks up the lamb, the fork trembling in his hand. 

“Shit.” Flynn curses under his breath, thankful that no one heard him. 

Quickly, he forces the lamb in his mouth, instantly cringing at the overwhelming taste in his mouth. Ali can barely keep a straight face, as she tries not to feel sorry for Flynn. Pamela and Steve just watch him with confusion and expectancy, intrigued by what’s going to happen. 

As the taste completely destroys Flynn, he can vomit rising in his throat. Not again. He thinks. This cannot be happening again. On the day that Ali’s parents are supposed to learn how to like him. 

“I’m just gonna...” Flynn doesn’t have time to excuse himself so he stumbles out of his seat and rushes to the bathroom, not daring to look back, even as he hears a chuckle from Steve as he hurries out.

This could not have gone any worse. 

As Flynn rushes down the hallway, he can hear the faint sound of Ali shooting up from her seat and shouting at her parents. Or just her dad.

“I cannot believe you!! All he wants is for you to like him but you can’t even do that you selfish asshole!” She yells as she storms out after Flynn. 

Geez, did she really just call her dad that? Their relationship must be bad. But from the way they greeted each other, Flynn just assumed everything was okay. 

Later, Flynn paces around in the bedroom he’s forced to sleep in for the next two nights, a stressed look on his face. Ali asked if he was okay when he got out of the bathroom and he told her to continue dinner without him, since he just wanted to be alone for a while. Time alone with himself didn’t really work because all he’s been worrying about is his girlfriend and how awkward she must feel, explaining why her boyfriend doesn’t wanna face her own parents. 

It’s stupid. It’s like he’s scared which he shouldn’t be but he is. Hell, even Ali might be mad at him because of how he acted during dinner. Especially to her father, even though he promised that he’d try to get along with them. That plan went straight to hell. 

Now, he just feels guilty for how he left things with her and it kills him to know that she’s handling everything with her parents on her own as he pettily paces around like an idiot. 

Flynn sighs hesitantly, completely aware that he’s fucked up now. 

All of a sudden, he’s startled by the sound of the door creaking open and he immediately assumes it’s Ali. But no. It’s... Pamela? Why the hell would she wanna talk to Flynn? It has to be about Ali? What else would it be about?

As Pamela shuts the door, there’s a look of concern on her face and it’s actually genuine. “I’m not intruding, am I?” 

Flynn swerves around to face the window, folding his arms in a tense manor. “Nah. Nothing to intrude.” He responds in the dullest voice he’s probably ever used. 

Pamela wanders up to stand beside Flynn, the sound of her heels having a negative effect on Flynn’s ears. “I just came to talk to you about-“

“Ali. Yeah I got that.” Flynn cuts her off, running a hand through his dark brown hair.

Pamela shakes her head dismissively. “This is actually about Steve.” She corrects, throwing her hands on her hips and eyeing Flynn expectantly.

“I’m sorry but I don’t really care if you’re hear to give an excuse for the way he treats his own daughter.” Flynn clarifies bluntly and Pamela is slightly stunned by how straight forward he is about what he believes in. 

“I’m not here to make excuses for him. But he is just extremely protective of Ali.” 

Flynn scoffs. “That was an excuse.” He points out, sighing heavily and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Look, I don’t know what kinda messed up shit goes on in this family. But I’m only here because I love Ali and I want you to like me for her sake.” 

Pamela smiles weakly at how dedicated he is to Ali and she realises how much he really does love her. “I respect that. I really do.” She nods understandingly and Flynn eyes her skeptically, suspicion lurking in his icy blue eyes. “Ali’s been waiting for the perfect guy for a long time. A guy who understands her and is willing to do anything for her. Even if that means eating something that makes you throw up just to impress her parents.” 

Flynn seems to take that last part as a joke but there is something genuine in her tone. He furrows his brows and straightens his posture, still a little confused. “Why did you come to see me?” He suddenly questions and Pamela seems unsurprised, expecting that soon enough. “Does Ali know-“ 

“No she doesn’t. She ran out after she had a fight with her father.” Pamela admits, a strain in her voice. 

Flynn frowns, knowing Ali probably needs comfort right now. “I should probably...”

“Yes. She needs you.” Pamela states simply, smoothing out her dress and resting a hand on Flynn’s shoulder before he prepares to find Ali. “I’m thankful she has someone like you in her life.”

Flynn stops in his tracks, furrowing his brows questioningly. “Even with my past. My family name. All the crap said about me.” He huffs, not sure what to make of her sudden words. 

Pamela rolls her eyes at his disbelief. “Let’s just say I’m willing to ignore all that if Ali chooses to love you.” She says, a genuine smile crosses her lips. “Though Steve will take some convincing.”

Flynn chuckles, laughing for the first time since he arrived here. “I’m gonna say a lot of convincing.”

After that surprisingly good talk with Pamela, Flynn rushes outside, where Ali’s mother told him where her daughter is. It takes him a few minutes to get there, even when he is running, to find Ali but when he does, he releases an overdue sigh of relief. It’s like he’s been holding his breath this entire time. 

He finds Ali stand over a gazebo, leaning over the end and staring out at the view in front of her. A navy blue sky scattered with the stars and constellations. A half-full moon watching over the world. Silently, Flynn wanders over to stand beside Ali, fixing his gaze on the view and hoping she’ll spot him. Which she does. And he’s aware of that. 

He releases a heavy sigh and skims over the horizon. “I’m sorry about how I acted today.” Flynn suddenly breaks the silence in the most apologetic tone he can summon and it immediately captures Ali’s attention, as he eyes him with an unreadable expression.

She lets her arms fall to her sides and she tilts her head one way. “Don’t apologise. It’s my idiotic dad that caused all this.” Ali corrects, wrapping her arms around Flynn’s waist and snuggling into his chest. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She suddenly states, breaking a short silence that is actually the first peaceful one Flynn has took part in today.

“Do what?” He asks, kissing her hair lovingly. 

“Try to impress them the way you did.” 

Nodding understandingly, Flynn sighs against Ali’s hair and she closes her eyes, savouring this moment. “I know I shouldn’t have done that. But I didn’t wanna seem difficult.” He admits, embarrassment playing at his eyes.

“I get that, babe. But they’re not worth it. I love you and that’s all that matters.” Ali whispers, tilting her head and planting a kiss on Flynn’s tinted lips and letting it linger for a moment.

Once she pulls away, Flynn is left slightly confused. Furrowing his brows, Flynn tilts his girlfriend’s head so she’s staring into his icy eyes. There’s a questioning look in them. “So, all this time, it didn’t matter what they thought? We could have just stayed home.” Flynn jokes but he’s actually kinda serious as well. But Ali takes it as a joke, planting a kiss on Flynn’s jaw.

“Shut up.” She says sweetly and just because of the way she says it, he listens to her. 

They spent another moment in each other’s arms, remembering that the only people that matter in their relationship is each other. And they’re not gonna let anyone’s past, name or reputation stand in the way of that. 

All that matters is that they love each other.

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20 Questions Tag

Djjds i love getting tagged in these ty @goodnight-social-lite but i mever have anyone to tag because i know like,,, 3 people so at the end I'll just tag some random blogs + some ones i like

Rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers that you want to get to know better.

Name // Hannah

Nickname // some people call me han i guess?? I dont really have one

Height // 5"8

Orientation // thought i was pan for like 2 years but now im just saying im Not Straight tm and leaving it at that because i just go with it now i guess

Nationality // british (mainly english + scottish)

Favourite fruit // nectarines or pears

Favourite season // whichever we're in at the moment usually but i like autumn

Favourite flower // peonys and snowdrops!! I also like bluebells because of the forest filled with them near where my family live

Favourite scent // hmmm i like the smell of cooking a lot?? Doesnt matter what it is i just like the knowledge bc i enjoy identifying ingredients from smells its funky

Favourite colour // green

Favourite animal // i like birds lots i guess?? Idrk

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate // none but if i had to pick then hot chocolate

Average sleep hours // 8ish?? But its an average because it ranges from 2 to like 14 skfjsk

Dog or cat person // dogs 💚💞💚💞💓💕💗💕💝💓💓💙💓💕💖💖 im allergic to cats

Favourite fictional person // gonna really go nerdy here but i love my gal lady macbeth ngl (plus shes just the first person to come to mind)

Number of blankets you sleep with // just one

Dream trip // Prague or canada i think

Blog created // uhhhhh 2015 or 2016?? Idk

Number of followers // 67 i think? I post such quality content evidently skdjsk

Random facts // i love tap more than i love myself but i dont really get to talk about it much bc no one else dances :(

Coolcoolcool tagging time : @american-adian @spooki-trash @sapphicmiller @martha-bessel @neverbirds @rinny-the-pooh @ilses

Dont feel pressured to do this lmao ik the first person tagged will because my gal lucy loves interacting with me over the internet now that we dont see each other every day 💞

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

For the Bokumono 25th anniversary event: prompt two! The second prompt is "Life on the Farm." While I can't remember jack about either of my ANB playthroughs, I do remember a lot about my Tale of Two Towns playthrough I did at the start of 2014! I downloaded the digital copy of it on my 3DS since I got some eShop cards for Christmas. I was a happy farmer living in Bluebell married to Ash! Sorry not sorry Cam lovers, I'm just not a big fan of the guy. I had lots of various animals living on my happy farm. I decided to draw Lillian with a chicken to represent the farm life since animals are one of my favorite aspects of any farming sim. Do you like it?

24 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 01:27:37 GMT

#4

This took me a while to finish due to it being a bit more complicated than what I usually draw, but here is your request @durotoswrites ! The boys are eating at the inn (expect Cliff he's still waiting on his food).

Hope you like it!

27 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 11:05:48 GMT

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Could you maybe draw Iroha from Harvest Moon A New Beginning? She's one of my favorite bachelorettes. Thanks!

Here you go! I made her look confused because I thought it was really sweet! I hope you like her, anon!

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29 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 01:26:11 GMT

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Not gonna lie I've been having a bit of an artist's block right now. It's difficult to draw something I'm happy with, so I drew Lisette and I still don't like it at all lol Gotta push through the times where you think your art is shitty in order to come up with some of your favorite pieces, yknow?

37 notes • Posted 2021-08-19 02:10:04 GMT

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Almost done with the rival couples. Only got Elly and Doctor left! Anyways, here's Popuri and Kai. Kai's hat looks awkward to me, but that's alright. I wanted to include something small from his older design. What do you think?

37 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 01:13:31 GMT

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*  ANSWER  TWENTY - ONE  QUESTIONS  !

tag twenty - one people you’d like to know better.

some questions may be ‘ ??? ‘ instead of answered.

01.    NICKNAME:  Bluebell/Blue

02.    REAL  NAME: Fern

03.    ZODIAC: Gemini

04.    HEIGHT: 5′7

05.    WHAT  TIME  IS  IT?: making this post at 10:17pm but this is on queue and will post midday.

06.   FAVOURITE  MUSICIANS  /  GROUPS:  Set if Off // ICYMI // Carry the Crown // Smash into Pieces // The Script // not my usual style but I’ve also had the Birds of Prey soundtrack on a lot too.

07.   FAVOURITE  SPORTS  TEAM  : I’m British so Nottingham Forest in terms of EFL but in terms of NFL I’m a Packers fan. For years (as I wasn’t 100% tuned in) I thought most of the teams were named after animals so I believed it was the Green Bay Alpacas and so they became my thing. 

08.   OTHER BLOGS: None currently although I have the url saved so @shemocks may be a thing at some point if I can get my shit together.

09.    DO  I  GET  ASKS?: sometimes. How long it takes me to answer them is debatable.

10.    HOW  MANY  BLOGS  DO  I  FOLLOW  ?: 247 - then I unfollow inactive blogs after two months and any archive blogs get blocked because they’re never coming back. 

11.   ANY  TUMBLR  CRUSHES:  

aren’t crushes supposed to be secret?

12.   LUCKY  NUMBER: ‘6′ and ‘17′ but then my brithday is 6/17 so that’s probably why. 

13.   WHAT  AM  I  WEARING  RIGHT  NOW: A Mood shirt with different faces of Groot on but they all say ‘I am Groot’, black jeans, and an air max hoodie I thrifted that has a little cap bit on the hood. Ooh a grey beanie hat too, I’m almost always found in a beanie. 

14.    DREAM  VACATION: I guess it’d be fun to do a US road trip where I go and see some of my american friends that I’ve made on here.

15.    DREAM  CAR  :   I have to pass my driver’s test first and I’m still learnng.

16.   FAVOURITE  FOOD: I make a nice curry, and tacos. I make tacos (sort of) now and they’re the BOMB!!!

17.   DRINK  OF  CHOICE:  I usually get by on coffee and tea but if we’re talking alcohol disaranno is the best though cocktails in a local pub is two pitchers for £12 so they happen a lot too. 

18.   LANGUAGES: English - I know like two phrases in Polish too but I’m never gonna  need them.

19.   INSTRUMENTS: Like as in My 2DS and my Switch?

20.    CELEBRITY  CRUSHES: umm.......idfk? it’s more a personality thing fer me?

21.    RANDOM  FACT:  I can say the alphabet backwards just as fast as I can forwards (sometimes quicker actually)

TAGGED BY: @pennyvvice​

TAGGING: i don’t have twenty-one friends to tag

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Rules: Answer the twenty questions and then tag twenty followers you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @crossroadsred thank you!!

(So I’ve definitely done something almost exactly like this before, but I’m gonna do this anyways cause I’m procrastinating 😬)

Name: Danielle

Nicknames: don’t really have any

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Height: 5′3″

Orientation: 🤷🏼

Ethnicity:  White

Favourite fruit: Banana

Favourite season: Fall

Favourite book: Not a huge reader, but I started reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke recently and I’m loving it

Favourite flower: Hmmm I usually say hydrangeas, but I’ve been drawn to bluebells lately for some reason

Favourite color: Navy blue

Favourite animal: Tiger

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: All of the above- though currently coffee, because I have an 8am this semester 😖

Average sleep hours: ~6 hours; it’s actually been relatively consistent lately which is crazy

Cat or dog person: cats

Favourite fictional characters: Sansa Stark (GoT), Clara Oswald (Doctor Who), Lucrezia Borgia (The Borgias), Mary Sibley (Salem), there’s quite a few especially when I’m including historical dramas 😅

Dream trip: I have too many answers to this question, but here’s one: El Camino de Santiago- it’s a trail through Spain and France leading to the Santiago de Compostela Cathedral (it used to be a pilgrimmage in the middle ages); so it’s basically like a huge hiking trip where you get to see cities and towns and churches and stuff along the way and yeah idk it just seems really cool

When did you make this blog: 2013 I believe

@sweatersonlambs, @not-petunias-again, @captainprimary, @millimeters, and anyone else who wants to do this! My original intention was to go through and tag all my mutuals, but 20 is a lot of people to tag man 😬😅 

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alright so @smoothbutterylamps tagged me for this so here we go lol: Name: Wow ive never shared this on this sight so the first half is Sav and thats pretty obvious so moving on Nicknames: Too many to count? The ones commonly found on discord or tumblr are Seek, Hide, or Nerdy. Zodiac Sign: Im a Capricorn  Hogwart’s House: Ravenclaw Height: Lets just say im shorter than average Orientation: I dont really??? Know? Im just kinda floating through the “I havent actually figured that out yet and im pretty much fine with not knowing” place Ethnicity: Im white; I know I have a little bit of Native American in me but not too much, and I think I also have German relatives? Favorite Fruit: I really love watermelon, but Im also allergic and so I dont really eat it anymore :((( Favorite Season: Fall is so amazing and it’s that time of year where I feel the most in my element and feel like myself it’s so gorgeous and im gonna stop now. Favorite Book Series: There are so many that I love but books that will always hold a place in my heart are the Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus Series, the Virals Series, and this book called Revived by Cat Patrick. Favorite Fictional Characters: I could never choose. If you want a list, just ask because I could make a whole separate post about that. Favorite Flower: Bluebells Favorite Scents: Lavender; anything warm and welcoming or cold and calming Favorite Color: Either light blue/green or a dark blue; (I have so many others like lime green or electric blue god im a mess) Favorite Animal: I like foxes and sea turtles and sharks and whales and all that jazz Favorite Artist/Band: Listen,,,,, my music taste is something that shouldnt exist on this plane of reality because it’s so all over the place and it changes so frequently its criminal, but i do love Gorillaz Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Coffee forever and always Average amount of sleep: 6-7 hours unless its summer, then i get 9-10 hours Number of blankets you sleep with: 1-3; one big comforter, one heated, and one thin Dream trip: Going to japan and then the bahamas and just taking it easy some days or doing crazy things other days with my friends. Last thing you googled: Studio Ghibli because I love those movies but just recently watched Spirited Away like the fool I am How Many Blogs You Follow: 126 bois How Many Followers Do You Have: 64 and thats pretty good for me wowza thanks What You Usually Post About: Reblogs, shitposts, homestuck, taz, and voltron (with a hint of actual art) Do You Get Asks Regularly: Heck no Your aesthetic: A rainy day and Im staring out the window with coffee and a blanket and maybe my friends are there too.

immmmm gonna tag: @vriska-h8s-you , @redundxnt , and @somehownagisa and this was quite fun haha, but dont feel pressured to lol.

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Saw @bi-astrial do this and I’m gonna do it now bc I have nothing better to do (ty for this opportunity on shameless self babble) and there’s never much personal on my blog (why would anyone wanna know let’s be real)

Rules: answer these questions, and tag 20 followers that you would like to get to know better. (no ty if you wanna do it do it my friends I wanna know about yous)

Name: Emmeline

Nickname: Emmie gets used a lot, Eline a bit less but no one ever hears my actual name right the first time so most variations of E starting with ns and ms name imaginable

Zodiac sign: Aries

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Height: 5′3″ or there abouts. not quite formidable enough

Orientation: haha I’d say lesbian but everything is everywhere right now. I’m allowed a confusion period ok ok so some have it at 14 but I’m 18 and I don’t have crisises anymore. Crisises have me. I know what I want to want but do I really know but nothing is simple idc

Ethnicity: White (whiter than sinner’s tea) British before the Scots cut themselves off this damn island

Favourite fruit: I’m more a vegetables (so many) gal but I quite like clementines? or sultanas til I die if dried counts

Favourite season: All of them?? spring always feels good tho 

Favourite book series: I don’t even have one anymore because I don’t read series but I was blown damn away by Phillip Pullman’s  His Dark Materials trilogy and every bugger likes Harry Potter let’s face it

Favourite fictional characters: ?????? Spock maybe bc science! logic! guy! big inspiration but let’s face it don’t make me choose. Vince Noir from The Mighty Boosh maybe comes after that

Favourite flower: Every flower how dare you. But I dig bluebells a lot.

Favourite scents: Baking bread is on there. Love warm damp spring scent and all. That balmy warm scent of the Mediterranean. When it’s soaked and muddy and in the highlands. Cinnamon. Chilled ground coffee. Tea leaves of all kinds. I’d be here all day.  

Favourite colour: Most shades of purple and blue. Red. The entire bloody visible light spectrum and the infa red and ultraviolet  if they want to feel included okay don’t make me discriminate

Favourite animal: Animals aren’t really me because I have a lot of fur allergies and I’m heartless but I’ve always liked owls and birds are cool if a bit intimidating with all the sharp bits

Favourite artist/band: I’d write a freaking book but in a vague order, New Order, A Flock Of Seagulls, Fleetwood Mac, The Human League, ELO, Kasabian, Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, Panic At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, OMD and that’s not including composers,,,

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: Aggressively tea

Average sleep hours: About between 7 to 9 or I’ll die

Number of blankets I sleep with: A duvet with maybe an extra blanket if it’s extra cold because Britain doesn’t mess around

Dream trip: I don’t really have one? Never really have. Anywhere, everywhere, I’m easily pleased. I love just about everything.

Last thing you googled: Serials of the second Doctor because I was having an emotional rant on The War Games and Jamie. I need those at occasional intervals. If there’s any volunteers, I’m always down for some Two & Jamie dynamic screeching

Blog created: Two years ago? I think? Maybe three. back when the username was good old lestat-has-the-mjonir or whatever shitposty sounding thing that was

How many blogs do I follow:  174. Not enough

Number of followers:  249. smol humble bean with an inconsistent amount of posting, humour and interaction. Love all of yous. I don’t really. I hate you all, please delete this hellsite.

What do I usually post about: I’ve been considering splitting to two blogs of one “Trash Grandma by Day” and one “Glamour Nanna by Night” side, but usually classical art, period dresses, aestheticy things, pretty photography, The Vampire Chronicles and Oscar Wilde and whatever books I’m reading, and then space and some science stuff, Star Trek and bits of Doctor Who and Noel Fielding’s face when so compelled.

Do I get asks regularly:  Never in my life so if anyone wants to start I will talk about literally anything because I always have too much to say for myself and I wanna interact with all three and a half of you out there

What is your aesthetic: *sweats nervously* Technicolour sparkly soft space and science vibes, labcoats and hubble space telescope pics and lots of things about planets, neat n sharp written pages of maths and physics equations, 18th/19th century French/European, most things found in any given Oscar Wilde story, just seem to have a thing for those damn crossdressing boys, boys in make up bc the daring British pop trends of 1985 need to make a comeback, good hair, curly hair, long haired boys, renaissance aesthetic  girls, tea and flowers and candles and girls of many descriptions and terrible caterpillar pathetic moustaches and old books and velvet, cathedrals and old synthesiser music that sounds like older religions, orchestral music that makes me want to pick up myself and dance, and I’m sure you see how endless this can get Mutuals/followers who wanna do this DO IT but tag me so I can nosey all about you love y’all here’s more drivel about me than you ever needed SORRY THIS IS SO LONG