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blueberry-beanie · 21 days ago

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Glass Animals at Max-Schmeling-Halle in Berlin | 20th October 2024

Berlin showed itself from its most "welcoming" side again - but it couldn't stop the concert magic from happening!

I hate Berlin. Berlin hates me, too [insert EE-song here]. But honestly, this concert was worth the hassle. I was already on my way to the train station at 8am when I realised I won't catch the train. So I hat to take the 10:30am train. Alright. Sitting on the floor in the train again, the usual procedure. In Berlin my go-to restaurant greeted me with no soap in the bathroom and mediocre food. Then I of course got lost on my way to Max-Schmeling-Halle.

Queuing with awesome fans

Once I arrived the bad luck took a break, because I met some lovely fans who have been queueing for hours already. I didn't manage to catch all names, though. One was from India, the other from Italy and one from Slovakia. The others were from Germany, including Moona, a girl in lovely mint-green sweater and skirt, with a red heart necklace, a whole bunch of buttons, alien-earrings and pineapples pinned to her blouse. She gave out self-made buttons to everyone.

The queueing-experience was much better than last time. I got number 24 (like the advent calendar yay!) and we just had a good time. Some people were painting on luminescent make-up, someone gave out silver stars to decorate your face with. It was lovely. Moona was excited because it was her first concert. We all agreed to stand next to each other at the concert and have a good time.

The security at the entrance was honestly really nice and they did their jobs well, so all of that went smoothly. The venue itself is kinda ugly, in my opinion, and they turned on the music so loud that we all couldn't talk to each other at all anymore. I got the place I didn't want: First row, right in the dead center. It's a bit awkward for photos, but I would soon find out why that would be the least of my problems. Also Moona stood on my right side, so that was really nice!

Attempts to ruin the mood

The Big Moon was their support act and they were honestly awesome. Rarely a support act got me thinking wow, I gotta check out their stuff. Unfortunately I couldn't enjoy the show. I thought that one girl behind me was not feeling well, because she had been supporting herself with one hand on the barrier for a while. I let her, because being second row is fucking exhausting. She then proceeded to just elbow her way into the first row between me and the girl on my left side (they did not know each other). I was like "what the fuck?" But you couldn't really talk it out because the support act was playing. In a short break I asked her if she was ok and she was like "yeah sure". I said it is kind of low of her to do stuff like that. She first pretended to not understand the problem, but two songs later disappeared into the 3rd row.

I was determined to not let this ruin my mood, but I was not prepared to what happened once the concert truly started. Lo and behold - a second girl appeared from nowhere - and wanted to pull the same move. This time I was less willing to have discussions. I asked her right away: "Hey, are you feeling ok?" She said yes, just resting. Alright, I thought, and gave her no more space than for one hand. She tried at some point to wedge herself in, but it didn't work, because Moona and I were busy dancing and jumping and enjoying ourselves.

That is, after I had YET ANOTHER person trying to ruin the mood. Now this one was a very special. He was the security guy in front of us, and I think he thought of a seperate job description for himself. A girl telling him before the concert she isn't feeling too well and asking if he maybe had water for her? Nah. People wildly throwing themselves around a bit later? Not his problem. Someone has a tiny point-and-shoot-camera? How dare they! The rules of the venue do not apply tonight - as soon as something wasn't a phone (even if it is an old pastel-pink grandma camera) he immediately became active. He even spotted them in 3rd row. And of course he spotted mine. He even wanted to literally smack my hand. I argued with him for a short time (which is hard when the fucking concert is literally happening rn), but decided there is no arguing with idiots. The venue allows cameras, by the way, just not professional equipment, as literally any other venue. Later I saw him pulling the same moves with other people. So I only have a few shitty phone pictures to share, no prism-magic, no close-ups.

Wavey Davey on Fire

Fuck all of this, Wavey Davey was on fire, and so were we! Glass Animals are surely a bunch of guys who know how to party. Dave has an amazing stage presence, you feel very connected with him right away. So it wasn't difficult to let go of all the bullshit. Moona and I were dancing and doing synced arm movements and overall we just had a great time. Moona was a bit overwhelmed from finally seeing her heroes up close and started crying at some point, so I attempted to comfort her a bit and gave her a napkin as well. She was really sweet in general, even awarded me a pineapple-pin like a medal.

Glass Animals again brought a really cool stage set up with them. Last time it was the swimming pool, this time a whole spaceship! It was rumbling and glowing and there was a ton of fog. The pineapple was placed like royalty on some rocks to our right. In the background several monitors were blinking. In the middle a huge glass-sphere displayed animations. During Lost in the Ocean Dave even ascended into the night sky on a tiny platform. It was fucking awesome. I got to admit, I haven't listened to their new album that much, but the show was amazing nevertheless. So much energy, the sound was amazing, Dave has an awesome voice, too. Ed and Drew came over sometimes, too.

Moona didn't get to give her buttons to Dave, but he did look at us, pointed and winked. He complimented the us all a lot and for Gooey he went to the back of the venue to sing in the middle of the crowd. That was really cool. I don't think the crowd's energy matched the one in 2022 even remotely, though. That time everyone was fucking insane, yelling each song's lyrics and screaming like no tomorrow. It was as if the show started where others end, where everyone is euphoric, but it just kept getting more insane. This time the crowd was alright, just nowhere near that level.

For the last song, I decided to keep up the tradition and let someone else stand in my spot for a while. At the last Glass Animals concert a girl behind me was so happy to experience that and I honestly don't mind. So I turned around and gestured to the girl behind me, who has been enjoying herself totally calmly and not bothering anyone the whole concert. She happily obliged and stood on my spot. Not fast enough. Suddenly that other girl from the left, who has been trying to push me away for a good portion of the time wedged herself in there like a bolt of lightning. I got really angry, like, how obnoxious should you be to do stuff like that? I took her by the shoulders and firmly said "no". She immediately started arguing "you don't own this spot". Tough luck girl, maybe just come a bit earlier to get your desired spot instead of just... having no manners? She then honestly proceeded to press the other girl to let her in instead. The girl, very confused by all of this, obviously said no. I don't know what to tell you, she anyway proceeded with her antics, even hugged that other girl from behind (they did not know each other!) and tried to smuggle herself in there. She was not drunk, btw. That was her sober self.

The concert ended, we were immediately rushed out. But not before meeting pineapple-girl - the girl who got awarded the magnificent pineapple by Dave. And - it was the same one like 2022! I recognised her and she is lovely, we took a pineapple photo all together in a group and everyone congratulated her with her pineapple-luck.

At the merch stand Moona got herself a shirt and some accessoires, but there was no CD for me (or vinyl, for that matter). We went to the station and parted with a hug. It was so lovely to dance and sing together, that honestly saved this weird concert for me.

How to not go to Berlin Südkreuz or The yellow paper

Even in my hostel I lucked out and had a very strange roommate, who put her alarm on 4 am for no reason (and went out of the door and forgot to turn it off, so I had to turn it off) and then proceeded to rummage around until 8am and still not leave? Very strange. I thought she was going to catch an early train/flight, but nope. Whatever, I had things to do.

I was on a mission to find the yellow paper™️ for my stupid plans regarding the goddamn satirist whom I'm probably not going to see this year if things continue like that. So the yellow paper is sth that you can get for a few cents in the US, I guess, but here in Germany I found out it is surprisingly hard to find (if you don't want to pay absolutely insane prices for it).

In Berlin, however, a huge art and stationary supplies shop exists and they have these yellow pads. So I went there and got to experience the wonder of the biggest art and crafts shop I've ever seen. They have seemingly everything for every purpose imaginable, even their own printing and gilding workshops. They had Japanese handprinted papers, all sorts of paints, brushes, glues, fabrics, anything you can think of. And, of course, the yellow pads. I walked out of there with my treasure and knew I just missed my train back, because it only leaves every 2 hours. Fine, I thought, and developed a plan to go to used book shops.

I found two of them nearby, but didn't actually buy anything. Half an hour before my train was supposed to leave I went to the nearest station, only to discover there was a malfunction on the train tracks - and the only trains going to Berlin Südkreuz, where my train was supposed to leave from, were delayed. I somehow still got there in time, to discover the train home was also delayed by quite a bit. Ok, I thought, let's get something to drink because I haven't had a single drop today and that's not healthy. The moment I stepped on the train platform I saw my train leaving - five minutes earlier than announced. Now that's a first: Deutsche Bahn leaving earlier.

Food lady to the rescue

At that point I wanted to cry or scream or panic. I didn't do any of that but instead took a bus to yet another book shop nearby, this time an Oxfam shop. On my way I passed by a vegan Cigköfte-place and decided to try and get some food. Now, with my luck, that very day the banks were on strike and you couldn't get any cash. So I had only five Euros on me, and of course that place didn't take cards. The owner, however, was a very sweet woman. She greeted me like a mum ("Are you hungry, too, dear?") and immediately advised me what I could eat for my money, prepared something delicious I don't even know the name of and overall saved the day.

With some good food in my stomach, I entered the book shop and immediately found a whole bunch of books. So many great finds, I couldn't buy all of them. However, I bought four for the price of one new book, even got back to Südkreuz in time AND didn't have to sit on the floor for once. I started reading a book called "Mindfuck" about the Cambridge Analytica scandal and that is honestly a shocking, intriguing story. I had wanted to read it for a long time, but I couldn't afford buying it as a new book.

The train was delayed, but I still got home on time, even met my flatmate on my way to the supermarket and got to see a beautiful sunset. Home sweet home. My roommate was lovely, she had been to Frankfurt book fair and brought me several newspapers and two huge (!) books from Correctiv she got for free! Now I have so many great books to read and fond memories to remember.

Berlin, I think I will have to visit again. Can we please work out a truce? We can be friends, I'm sure. Til the next time!

#glass animals berlin #my concerts #a very long read #once i go to berlin chaos happens

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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the plant's plastic, isn't it

yeah the plant is plastic

can't a boy and his cat just have a fucking summer vacation without being locked in a dream panopticon

its nice to see you girl but where the fuck is igor, in my recollection when igor has not been around, shit has been Fucked.

(I assume they couldn't get the VA for this gig, but also: i love Igor? yeah.)

It's fucking Zuckerberg, Reverie, come on. You shouldn't have installed that spyware shit on your phone!!!!

i'm gonna be real, the textures are NOT fantastic in this game, lmao. I am gonna peek at settings later. the aliases need some more anti juice.

there's a statue there?????

/googles

oh huh i.......... never noticed that. i just noticed the pretty trees. whoops. i'm a bad tourist.

Rather than directing us where we need to go to get the camping shit, the shitty AI is like "hey INSTEAD I am going to direct you to an idol event nearby" this thing is atrocious and we should uninstall it and go back to mapquest

also, I have made an Executive Decision. I am resetting my emotions on Ryuji to zero. I am taking my hatred and ire and all the times he made me uncomfortable as the player of the video game, and I'm putting them all into a box and putting those emotions away. I am going to give Ryuji Persona5Strikers another shot to not be a contemptuous little shitheel I want to eject from the story.

Mostly because his voice actor is doing such good work and I would like to like Ryuji.

But if he dehumanizes or sidelines Morgana, the deal is off, okay? Okay.

ANYWAY, Ryuji is like, hyped for this instagram girl.

Reverie only hangs out in coffee shops that have oat milk and attends shows for bands you've never heard of, he doesn't care about influencers.

OH WOW OKAY

Alice Hiiragi.... Hiiragi......... why the fuck is that familiar..............

oh, Hiiragi was the Enka singer who was married to Namatame in Persona 4 before the scandal went down. I wonder if that's relevant or just a coincidence.

oh okay so something screwy is going on and she's going to, like, kidnap all the people who have cards, or something? is she the white rabbit?

lmao no she actually references the white rabbit later. okay. i DO like her theme and vibe a whole lot, even if she is giving heavy Acid Trip Pastel Tim Burton Bad Guy energy. But Wonderland is honestly a very cool foundation for a neat villain, so I'm cool with that.

thanks, they're fake so everyone thinks i'm a soft boy when really i'm more punk rock than iggy pop at a ramones concert. hi.

I appreciate the consistency, Morgana, lmao.

uh "Keyword"?????

oh my god EMMA is just a reskinned Metanav fffffff

YOU KNOW WHAT reverie i am blaming you for this. You should have informed Morgana that you had a dream in the Velvet Room, since Morgana literally was born there and it might've clued him in to "oh hey maybe shit is going down" instead of being blissfully oblivious in vakittycation mode like a chump.

huh the anime cutscenes look way better in this game than in P5R actually. dunno why.

BUT YEP IT SEEMS ALICE HAS A PALACE. the Cognitive World is back.

oh okay that seems bad. so everyone who friended Alice with the EMMAnav is getting their hearts torn out???? what does that mean exactly? it seems bad. people need their hearts or weird shit happens, either Apathy Syndrome or having their cognition rebooted like in P5.

I am Concerned.

oh my god what is Happening there is so much on my screen right now

i think i might be bad at this oh dear

the first move Reverie learns is a pole dance, though, so I'm pretty psyched for that. maybe this will be the game where Reverie finally gets to follow his dreams and wear a skirt.

everyone is off their game at being a Thief i see

me IRL out loud: oh my god i love you

WHAT A FUCKING LOOK THAT'S AMAZING

i am sad she is probably just the first arc villain because WOW i am DIGGING this. god that FLAMINGO HEAD STAFF this is such High Kitsch, it's giving me everything.

asklfjds;af /laughing hysterically to self

okay persona 5 strikers we are starting on some high notes huh

reverie are you sure you aren't dreaming, man, this feels like a dream you might've had except the person stepping on you in stilettos would be a mean boy.

maybe that's Reverie's type. bisexual but mean-attracted.

aaaaaargh my Odin is outta battery, i gotta recharge it.

BUT SO FAR besides me fucking sucking at the gameplay THIS IS A GOOD START.

#p5s #persona liveblog

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inspiredwriter · 11 months ago

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*Nueve meses después*

Stefany :*acariciar su barriga* tortuguita quieres acariciar el bebé siento que está moviendo 🥰🤭🤰👶💕💖💝

Leonardo : por supuesto cariño 😏😄💗💕*acaricia la barriga de Stefany y lo besa* Mmmmuah~😚💞💖es increíble qué ha pasado nueve meses que pronto nacerá nuestro otro bebé 😄😉👶💓💝💘

Stefany : jajaja, lo sé mi amor se que estás muy contento que tendremos otro hijo de la familia 🥰😄👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💕❣️💗¿pero tenemos que pensar el nombre de bebé? ☺️🤔👶💖💞

Leonardo :Mmmhm, bueno no lo sé qué tal si lo llamamos Oliver o usagi🤔😄✨

Stefany : me gusta el nombre Oliver es muy bonito para el bebé☺️🤗💓💘💖

Leidy :*entra la sala* hola mamá cómo te sientes Yoshi y yo Te trajimos té y pastel de fresa 😃😊🍵🍰🍓💕💗💝

Yoshi :*le entrega el pastel a Stefany*Sí, y yo ayude mi hermana con el pastel y queremos para que nuestro nuevo hermanito esté muy bien 😃😉🍰👶✨💗💖💕

Stefany : muchas gracias mis lindo angelitos😃😚💖💕💘* toma una cuchara de pastel y lo come* Mmmhm~☺️😋🍓💞💗💘 está muy delicioso😊😋🍰💗💕

Leidy : papa, ¿cuánto tiempo van a hacer nuestro hermano ha pasado nueve meses qué estuviste cuidándo a mamá? 😕☺️👶💖💞✨

Leonardo : Leidy, descuida eso toma su tiempo para que nazca pronto el bebé😊🤔👶💘💗*abraza la mano de Stefany* hay que tener un poco de paciencia y esperar 😌😉✨

Yoshi : mami, ¿puedo escuchar el bebé por favor? 😃🥺👶🔊💖💓💕

Stefany : por supuesto Sunny puedes escucharlo 😊🥰🤰💞💘💖

Yoshi :*abraza la barriga de Stefany* ¡Wow, Estoy escuchando el bebé como patea 😃🤩👶🦵*escucha el bebé moviendo* escucho también que el bebé se está moviéndose demasiado 😕😲🔊

Stefany :*siente un dolor del vientre* Ay, creo que ya llegó la hora 😩😰💦¡Cariño siento que el bebé ya viene! 😱😣👶

@inspiredwriter

Leonardo: What, right now?!😨😱 *Gets up and takes Stefany in his arms* So, children, your daddy is now going to take your mommy to Donnie!😰 Just don't come into the lab until I call you, okay?☝😤

Leidy: *Hugs Yoshi's shoulders* Okay, dad😄 (Thoughts 💭) When Yoshi was born, dad was also VERY nervous🙄😕

Stefany: Ahh, little turtle, I'm probably going to burst now!😣😩💥

Leonardo: Be patient, kitty, be patient a little😰😵 *Runs out of the room* Move aside! We're on alert!🏃‍♂️😤💘💖💞

*After some time*

Yoshi: Why don't mommy and daddy leave the laboratory for so long?..🤨 Maybe something happened there?😥

Michelangelo: Calm down nephew, when Anastasia gave birth to Jessica, Sandro and Titian, it also took a long time😉😁⏰💗💕

Anastasia: Yeah, little one, it took quite a long time, but Uncle Mikey and I don’t regret it one bit🥰⏰💓💗💞

Raphael: Stefany behaves quite calmly during childbirth...🤔👶 But when Candy and I had Roxy, it was very loud😄😘🔊💖💝💘

Stefany: *Screams from the lab* Aaah!😫 Leo, hold my hand!..😩🤝💗💞

Yoshi: Is mommy really in that much pain?😱😰

Leidy: *Strokes Yoshi's head* No, little brother, don't worry, It's just part of the process, everything is fine with our mommy and very soon you will get a little brother😉🤗💝💘💗

*After an hour*

Leonardo: *Leaves the room* Children, guys, you can come in!😄🥰💝💘💖💕

April, Sally, Anastasia, Michelangelo, Jessica, Sandro, Titian, Raphael, Candy, Roxy, Leidy and Yoshi: *Enter the laboratory*

Leidy: Mom, how are you feeling?🤨😘💝💘💞

Yoshi: Mommy, what is this thing on your hands?😲✨

Stefany: Haha, don't worry, I'm fine🤭🥰💖💗💕 And this thing in my hands, Yoshi, is actually your little brother, but he needs to break through the mutagenic shell to show you his cute face🤗👶

Yoshi: So mutant children are born like chicks in a shell?🤨🙁🥚

Donatello: *Wipes his hands with towel* Well, it's not exactly a shell, Yoshi😉😄 Simply, if a mutant man and a human girl want to have a child, then the doctor injects the expectant mother with a special substance for nine months, thanks to which the child receives all the necessary vitamins🤓💉🦠 And when a child is born, these vitamins become unnecessary in the mother’s body, so they come out with him under the guise of a shell-like shell😁👶

April: *Hugs Donnie* Honey, calm down, Yoshi isn't old enough to know these details yet🤭😅💖💘💗💕

Stefany: Guys, look at this!😃😍💝💖💓💕

Oliver: *Breaks the shell* Aaah!😩👶 Ahaha😄

@swagtreecrown

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darthteeth · 2 years ago

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thinking abt rue and jules and how it's such a shame that their costumes tend to be ignored by the audience and fandom at large.esp after season 2 shitshow of making maddy vs cassie vs nate such a big focus.

every outfit/makeup recreation Ive seen since then was either cassie or maddy(and the occasional kat or lexi makeup look).double whammy being of course that this is sideling a black lesbian who is literally the LEAD of this show+her trans love interest and triple whammy being how traditionally feminine both cassie & maddy are.esp cassie with her 100 step skin care routine and willingness to break her back for an abusive man and what means that she's speaking to so many white women during the rise of the tradwife cult.

On the less serious note it all just kinda makes me sad how much their(rue/jules)aesthetics and fun gender presentation is ignored because they are actually spot on.i was a gen z trans teen(on the older side but still)that went to a high school with no dress code and these two are actually good rep abt being on the same but opposite ends of queer expression in those kinds of institutions.with jules being experimental and almost always going all Out vs rue putting something comfortable on and some glitter under her eyes and calling it a day.the "I can't believe I have the opportunity to fuck around with my clothes I need to do everything rn"energy vs "wow this is cool but I'm too exhausted to try anything/or I don't wanna deal with my parents reaction"energy.

The only time we see rue going out and loud is on halloween with that amazing suit that I wished more people cared abt as much as I did.everything else we see from rue that is fun and feels like playing is in her fantasies (the lovers dream sequence,her detective moment in season 1)which both adds more intrigue to her as a character but also makes me side eye sam levinson even more...that in a show with notoriously "unrealistic" outfits you write a lead that is never allowed to do her fun shit irl but only in her head...It says so much that a director that's all style and barely substance is not willing to explore anything but very straightforward white femininity.It says so much that everyone in this fandom will gladly ignore her and jules for cassie and her pastels,her tear stained cheeks and her vindictive nature.

#**mine #euphoria #euphoria tw #ok ok I'm sorry I will shut up #q slur #my writing

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chibishortdeath · 3 months ago

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Oh a tag?!? Wow! Much thanks, @batcastlesociety X3!!!

Favorite color: hard to pick just one, neon green, pastel pink, red, and black

Last song: Blue Monday by New Order

Currently Reading: I just got and finished reading the first book of Berserk recently, so I guess that counts (^^ ;). Also Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood but I can’t find the last book anywhere for the life of me augh. For not manga stuff tho I’ve been meaning to actually read Dracula for months and just haven’t gotten around to doing it (TwT).

Currently Watching: Surprisingly, not much besides like video essays lately. Not any series or tv show or anything at the moment. I rewatched Jaws a couple days ago tho 👍

Coffee or Tea: Tea!!! I have been stupid addicted to those Liquid Death canned teas, especially the peach and the palmer ones :3. Also just a nice cup of warm tea is nice, I have a tea cup that has a little heart shaped handle I use for it X3.

Hobby I’d Like to Try: I want to actually learn how to sew my the sewing machine in my house (not mine) is so loud and difficult (;w; ). I’d really prefer just hand sewing things tbh. Regardless actually doing it requires tearing out and rearranging a ton of stuff in the house and it’s a whole process so I usually just put it off alas.

AU You’ve Been Plotting: Oooooo, so I have a silly idea that’s kinda taking elements from an old famitsu choose your own adventure novel, but it’s a Castlevania story set in the 50s during the production of a movie based on the legends of Dracula and the Belmonts. The main characters so far are the lead actor cast to play Simon who’s name is Peter Dante, the lead actress cast to play Simon’s wife who’s named Lucy (I don’t have her last name figured out yet), the actor cast to play Dracula who’s name I also haven’t decided on yet 💀, and the very corrupted ghost of Simon himself the production crew unknowingly brought in on an old statue they put on set. There’s a lot more details and stuff beyond that, but man if I could make comics consistently I’d be writing it ugh (TwT)

Idk who’s already been tagged or who’s alright with being tagged, but @trafalgarlawtism, @umbrabelmontvania, @lune-redd, and @lazzincats. Again, like others have said absolutely no pressure at all! If you don’t want to, don’t worry your head about it ok 💚\(>_<\)!

Tagged by @the-crow-binary - thank you! Favourite color: Very dark navy blue.

Last song: Hell Above - Pierce the Veil

Currently reading: Re-reading my own fanfic again and again to inform consistency and proper pacing for the later chapters I’m still writing… @_@ it’s madness at this point lol. Aside from that, I recently read a few issues of Conan the Barbarian. Less for the content itself, but larger for anatomy reference for Simon.

Currently watching: I’ve been watching people play and review Castlevania romhacks, specifically for Castlevania 1 and 2. I’ve also spent the last few days watching video essays and cut content videos about the Classicvanias.

Currently craving: There is this pastry I really like from a local plant-based bakery. It’s a monstrosity of a croissant because it’s also a chocolate chip cookie. It’s absurdly sweet, soft, and delicious.

Coffee or tea: Coffee all the way. An iced americano with a little oat milk is my go-to. :)

A hobby I’d like to try: I want to get back into going to the gym consistently, or try rollerblading again. I stopped swimming weekly as well. I need to get back to it. Apart from that, I've always wanted to learn an instrument.

An AU you’ve been plotting: I keep thinking of these really silly modern ficlet scenarios for Simon lol. Thank you so much for tagging me, Crow! (And I’m so appreciative that you and others in the fandom wrote that you're currently reading TRFSB, thank you all so very much! It really made my day to see that. Q_Q)

I tag: @maria-renard-kin, @wingedknightrose, @chexburger, @batcastlesociety, and @innocentdevilmaster ! No pressure. :) Though of course anyone who sees this is welcome to answer, even if not directly mentioned! I’m looking forward to reading all of your answers if you choose to fill it out. :)

#ask game #ask post #tag game #tag post #castlevania games #castlevania #Simon Belmont #Castlevania au #<- mentioned #text post #reblogs #incoherent rambling #that was fun :3!!!!!!!!!!!!!#again thank u for the tag hehehe XD #I appreciate doing little games and getting to rant about stuff on my account always X3 #also the idol AU sounds so fun ahfkfjahdkdfjks #I love when the characters are put in situations—

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feelingofcontent · 3 years ago

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DNP Rewatch: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE!

Date video was published: 02/13/2017 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 335

The first joint main channel video of 2017! Dan teased it on Twitter... 😳

0:03 - Dan is immediately shocked that Punk Edits was two whole years before this

0:15 - yeah they took it a step too far...foreshadowing for this video?

0:36 - “what the heck is a pastel edit?” great question. also Dan’s little face-lean-in thing that they’ve fully zoomed in on 🥺

0:54 - “it’s a vibe. it’s a way of life” lol Phil

1:04 - Dan is really going over-the-top here with the description

1:19 - “now I’m hungry” um, Phil what is that look though 👀 and then Dan with “you’d just start biting me wouldn’t you” ...sure

1:31 - getting some insight into Phil’s personality and Dan looks so fond about it

1:49 - yeah Dan has no room to talk about a specific style on Phil's part here

2:08 - Phil leaving in this little curl-admiring clip. and of course he has to touch 😭 or at least trying to be supportive until he says “tail of a pig” lol at Dan’s appalled face

2:19 - Dan coming in giggling after a jump cut

2:23 - “what the people want” DNP have said a couple of things like this in videos around this point...already thinking about II maybe

2:35 - that got a big Phil laugh especially since he’s definitely already seen these

3:11 - they are so disturbed by this image 😂 the center of that mood board is a photo from Phil’s Instagram

3:21 - Phil lean. Dan is struggling with just letting go and making content that serves no purpose but fun. Phil’s sarcasm is coming out too and I love it

3:41 - he really went all out for this...borrowing sheets wow hahaha

3:55 - the blobfish that Dan gave Phil...I like that Dan says it represents him even though it’s Phil’s

4:15 - Phil is too loud to be pastel according to Dan

4:30 - Phil is so defensive about the sheet-washing thing. did people really ask him that as if there wasn’t time between videos to do laundry?

4:37 - Phil did a correct air quote! and Dan knows exactly what is coming with this because Phil must have showed him when he searched it initially

4:59 - more Phil bringing Dan onto his channel just to dress him up! This is not nearly as bad as SURVIVE AUSTRALIA or ANIME COSPLAY! though

5:20 - “do I get to embrace Cole Sprouse?...then what’s the point” loud Dan!

5:28 - Phil just laughing while Dan struggles is a vibe; also does Dan not realize he needs to put the jumper on first

5:45 - that is...a position 😳

5:49 - ...was that zoom-in necessary

5:52 - “Phil strapping me up on camera...there’s a certain audience for this on the internet” 😂

6:01 - I love the “builder that works in a cloud factory” description and Dan 100% agreeing with it

6:14 - so many “chewing ice” moments in this video

6:28 - none of those blues match but that’s fine

6:30 - Phil undoing his pants directly in front of the camera as Dan stares at the screen and sings “stripping” music is...something. and they left it in. 👀 the frosted-glass closet definitely started getting more see-through in 2017

6:38 - “don’t look!” zooms in on his own ass in the mirror...

6:50 - yeah those pants are very tight

7:16 - love Dan laughing at Phil saying spending £2 was going “all out”

7:25 - too late! Dan immediately covering his mouth is great

7:33 - Dan is not wearing that correctly

7:40 - “I’m obsessed with your curl Dan” in the literal softest voice...help 😭

7:52 - “Danny” and Phil with the smirk at the camera

8:03 - oh I had forgotten how common the “scientists can’t tell” thing was

8:24 - Dan announcing “I want to compliment you” before saying it is so much. 🥺 and Phil, mr “compliments stick with me,” looks so pleased

8:38 - everything must be pastel! they could have just used the hello kitty one

8:46 - Phil tongue-thing! he is not trying to avoid the dripping at all

9:01 - Phil is doing this so softly

9:06 - Dan questioning his purpose and Phil just being like “there’s no integrity here” 😂 Phil is just the demon of temptation to the place of fun

9:25 - yeah Phil always seems fine with creating “#content” that is not serious, while Dan worries about it a lot, especially for his channel

9:30 - okay, I love that tattoo actually

9:39 - more over-the-top Dan being a bit sarcastic about all this

9:49 - Phil saying “ass” is definitely a post-2016-baking thing

9:53 - this reminds me of that bit in the Crafts video which is one of the funniest things Phil has ever said

10:03 - “meaty bicep” Dan is obsessed with Phil’s arms and I don’t blame him

10:19 - that one is really pretty too

10:23 - “it complements your eyes” this one is too sincere for camera; have to do the gag noise

10:34 - Dan really thinks he’s going to get out of this...he does not succeed

11:00 - that tattoo is also pretty. Phil’s having a bit of a chewing-ice moment here

11:24 - “where the dentist isn’t going to see” important considerations and Dan just saying “penis...penis tattoo” what 😂

11:52 - Phil is immediately screaming

11:55 - Dan with the gentle touches now and then immediately adjusting the final styling

12:21 - that was extremely close 😨

12:31 - yes, this is where they should stop. and the stage where they decided to take a selfie that Dan used to promo the video

12:41 - more gagging at being too sincere

13:03 - “surf of the edge of a waterfall” sounds a bit intense there, Phil

13:15 - Dan doing his best Eeyore impression

13:39 - Dan is fully committed to this bit and Phil REALLY wants it to end immediately

13:57 - Phil with the little touches

14:21 - Dan literally thinks anything suits Phil

14:38 - well Phil will change his hair in 2018...just not to that!

15:03 - Dan did some more embracing of pastel “DanielDreamX” on Instagram after this...also a little hint at the coming rebrand

15:29 - “curly Dan is here to stay” just slipping that in as well so the audience is prepared for that

This whole video is so fond; I love it. Definitely one of my comfort DNP videos. Though Dan is something else...he alternates between being really sarcastic, actually sincere, and just getting excited about the styling. It’s like he can’t decide if he’s upset or not about just making “fun” content with no serious purpose. He talks a bit about struggling with this much later on in the Pizza Mukbang video.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phil lester #amazingphil videos #Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE!

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insomniamamma · 3 years ago

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Sacellum: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: set in Prickle 'verse, right after Clean Dirt but can be read as a standalone. Reader is established crew with Ezra and Cee. Ezra's nickname for her is Artichoke. I'm not a doctor so any inaccuracies regarding hypoxia and cyanosis are mine.

Warnings: Anxiety. Claustrophobia. Agoraphobia? Not entirely sure which applies. Panic attack. Medical emergency. Mentions of food and drink. Protective! Ezra needs his own warning.

"There she is," says Ezra, firing the thrusters to turn the pod so the heat shield is angled for reentry. This is not a sudden motion, Ezra handles the drop-pod delicately. Fuel saved is a safety margin for the boost. The result is a slow arcing turn that gives you a view of the world below through the windows. Not that there's much to see. ALX-M72 is a featureless white orb, a vague lattice pattern of off-white on white, like the mackerel-skies of your home world after a miner-craft sent a hunk of gravel and water-ice slush down the well, a teasing promise of rain that never quite fell. "We got weather coming?" you ask, and Ezra gives you one of those knowing smiles, the one that says you've got a lot to learn, dirt-farmer, the smile you would very much like to smack off his skull. "Those aren't clouds," says Cee, "'Sacellum Mycorrhizae' You're looking at the dominant life form on this rock." "Myco...what those are giant mushrooms down there?" "Something like," says Ezra. The pod vibrates as you cut through the atmosphere, plasma glowing hot white outside the windows. You and Cee go quiet during entry. Ezra mutters as he pilots the pod through the burning heat of entry. C'mon you Kevva-cursed son of a melon-drunk Jata. C'mon you piss-stinking channel rat... Ezra reaches for the panel and the drogues fire and are immediately torn away, a sickening jolt that you always feel in the pit of your stomach. "Deploying mains," says Cee, another jolt, less harsh and the pod is drifting. "Get ready," says Ezra, "We'll break through and then hit the ground." The pod lurches and then drops with a jolt that clicks your teeth together. "Kevva's tits! You could've warned me!" "I did."

Since you've been kicking around the Great Arm with Ezra and Cee, you have seen some Strange Shit, but this little moon might be the strangest of all.You emerge from the pod and the visible patch of sky where you broke through shines a brilliant star-shot indigo, impossibly high up. The pod sits canted in a nest of something that looks like noodles, thick pallid ropes squirmed over the ground, reaching out from the base of a huge tree. Tree is the wrong word for what you're seeing, mushroom is closer, only this mushroom is as tall as the skyscrapers of central. The three of you stand beneath it's fluted canopy, light from the harsh double suns passing through the fragile flesh, casting a pearlescent, diffuse glow over everything. "Wow! This is weird!," says Cee, echoing your own thoughts, her voice slightly muffled by the mask covering her mouth and nose. The atmospheric pressure is something close to optimal and the environment isn't toxic enough to warrant suits, but you do need a little supplemental oxygen. Ezra showed you how to work the breather and set it just so, small cylinder hanging from your hip where you could reach easily if you have to adjust the mix. "You good?" Asks Ezra, and you give yourself a once-over. Thrower? Check. Paint? Check. On the hip opposite your oxygen cylinder you have a can of bright green spray-paint. Nothing on this world is as loud as that paint, this is a world of gentle pastel colors and soft iridescence like the inside of a mollusk shell, bland in its sameness. That green paint is like a scream in the silence. You go from one canopy to another, you blaze your trail. Spile? Ugh. He'd handed you the spile and you'd asked,

"This isn't gonna be like the bugs is it?" He'd chuckled. "I'm serious!" You'd placed the spile wrong on that last job, arterial instead of venous. The result was a high pressure jet of the worst smelling substance you'd ever encountered in your life, all while wrestling a carnivorous bug nearly as long as you were tall. "Not to worry, Artichoke," he says, "You jam the spile beneath the node and let it drain the sap. That way you don't get sprayed in the eyes when you cut through." "Is it sticky?" The scythe-wing ichor had the consistency of molasses and smelled like an open sewer. Your stomach rolls at the memory. Your voices echo oddly under the canopy, like the odd laugh that gets amplified inside a temple for the whole congregation to hear. "It's gonna be fine," says Cee, "I've been here before." "Really?" Says Ezra, "You didn't tell me." "I was real small," says Cee, "Me and Dad and Mom. I didn't even think of it until I noticed the smell." The three of you stand in silence for a moment. Cee is right about the smell, there's a smell like wet earth and ozone under-layed with the scent of crushed leaves, something musty and old. "This is an easy enough pull," says Ezra, "We'll split up. We'll get more pearls that way. Just make sure you mark your path. It's easy to get turned around. We clear?" "Clear." "Clear." "We meet back here a half-cycle from now and take stock," says Ezra. You set your chronometer for a quarter cycle. Quarter out, quarter back. Their footfalls are fading already, faint echoes from the fluted ceiling of the world. Once they're out of your sight you turn up your head and yell at the oddly vaulted canopy "Woo!" And your own voice comes back to you oo-oo-oo from what feels like a hundred different directions. "Echo-ko-ko-ko-ko. Weird," you huff under your breath and even that comes back a little the percussive d sound clicking, bouncing from the curls and furls of the canopy.

Ok. Enough screwing around. Time to move out. You see where Ezra and Cee have blazed their trails, bright purple for Cee and screaming orange for Ez, and you turn in the opposite direction, spray a bright green X over the pearly, moss-carpeted ground before darting into the light. The canopies? Caps? Of the Sacellum trees do not overlap. Crown-shyness Ezra called it. If drill-worms get into one cap it doesn't spread to the others. The two suns, Karava I & II scorch the ground between the canopies, not far to travel, about the distance between your homestead and deep-drills back on Falnost, but far enough that sweat sheens you, Kevva almighty it is hot, and then you are out of the bright and back under the cool, delicately ridged flesh of the canopy. You spray a big green slash, and then head inward to examine the fleshy nodes dotting the fibrous stem.

Color indicates maturity, Ezra had explained, shown you on the stem where you'd landed, you're looking for a nice baby-blue. Too pale and you get nothing but a handful of shiny grit, too blue like those ones up there--he'd pointed with the business end of the spile, those one's don't have the same shine, less sap to cushion them. They get rubbed raw. Ezra had grinned, like people, I suppose. Cee rolled her eyes and got to harvesting. You shove the spile into the first node, angling down like Ezra showed you, so you don't get sprayed anywhere vital, and even through the mask, the smell hits you, a chilly, almost sweet chemical smell. The node shrinks, puckers in on itself, a leathery shroud around the inner gem. You pull out the spile and use your knife to enlarge the hole, cold liquid slopping out over your fingers. You strip the gem out of it's membrane and hold it on your palm, letting it catch the light, small, about the size of your thumbnail, an asymmetrical stone, tender milky blue with faint iridescence in the soft light. Ezra was right. This a very easy pull. Drain the node, enlarge the hole, squeeze out the pearl and tuck it into the bag slung over your shoulder, your hands fall into the mindless rhythm of it. You hum to yourself. You don't notice how your humming no longer echoes, you don't notice the thick silence, the absence of bug sounds. Your chronometer pulses against your wrist. Right. Quarter cycle out and quarter cycle back. Time to turn around. You rub at your eyes and start scanning around for your blaze. The green should shout against the pallid moss and roots but there's nothing. "Ok," you say, "Ok, don't panic." You'd been working in a circle around the stem, harvesting all the young pearls you could reach. You pull the paint can from your hip and spray an 'X' on the stem. You circle the stem, keeping a hand on the soft, slightly rubbery surface as you go, looking frantically for your trail-blaze, for any sign of disturbance you might have left. The ground under the canopy is covered in pale, springy moss that bears no trace of your passage, and beyond that border, the two suns sizzle down in a wall of glare you can't see beyond. You forgot to mark your path. Stupid. "Hey Ezra! Cee!" You call, "Ezra? Cee? Where you guys at?" Something feels wrong. You call their names again and hear nothing in return, not them, not the echo of your own voice bouncing from the fluted ceiling. You can't hear the bugs, you can't hear the bird analogues, you slap the stem of the mushroom-tree, feel the vibrations move up your arm, but you can't hear it. At the same time you notice a whooshing sound in your ears, a rapid, thundering sound, Kevva is that your heart? Stay calm, you think, even as you run to the edge of the canopy and scream their names. There is no echo, no reverberation and you wonder if you are even screaming at all. Hypoxia, you think, panic, rapid heart beat, confusion. You think these things even as you run along the canopy's edge, calling for them, you claw at the breather cylinder at your waist and fumble with it, cranking it open, maybe there's a kink in your line, if you could just focus, if you could just think-- "Ezra! Cee! " Your voice spirals up in rising panic, you scream so loud it hurts your throat, but there's something wrong with your ears, something wrong with this place, you can feel your heart racing, your breath coming in shallow pants--are you out of oxygen? The gauge said there was plenty. So why can't you breathe? Black floaters pass across your vision, you tear your mask off to look at it and your comms mic comes away as well, how did you forget? You smash the talk button "mayday mayday mayday--" You wretch and collapse to all fours, you can't stop coughing, you can't breathe, you can't--and then they are crashing towards you, Ezra yanks your mask off, you fight him, feebly, presses his own mask over your nose and mouth. "Breathe!" He says, He grips you around your waist, pulls the two of you down against the trunk if the Sacellum tree, so your back is against his chest. Cee grabs at your breather and you thrash. "S'okay," says Ezra, "Breathe for me. Deep breath. Again." He pulls the mask away from your face, so he can take a breath, "Cee--" "We're good," says Cee, pushes your own mask onto your face, "Valve got cranked the wrong way--" You grab the soft plastic and push it against your skin, but your heart hammers, tears prickle in your eyes, even with your mask fixed, you can't stop--you can't-- His arm hooks around you, across your chest and shoulders, pulling you tight to him. "Breathe with me, Artichoke," he says, soft and low against your ear, "Feel me breathe. Synch up." Ezra breathes deep and slow, and, eventually, your breath calms and matches his. In the meantime, Cee has nestled up against you, her fingers laced with yours, tucked against your side. You start crying. You can't help it. Your face goes hot with shame. You fucked up. You fucked up and you can feel it in every bit of you. You forgot to blaze your trail. You screwed up your o2 mix. Ezra's grip around you tightens. "You're okay," he says, "You're okay. We've got you. Just breathe." Time passes. You're not sure how much. "Can you stand up?" He asks and you do, offering your hand to pull him up. You can't quite meet his eyes."Cee. Backtrack and finish your pull. I'm going to take her back to camp." "Ezra--" "You've had quite the scare," he says, "I'm taking you back to the pod." His hand wraps around your upper arm. "Ezra I'm fine," you try to pull away and his grip tightens, not to the point of pain, but enough to send a clear warning. He's smiling at you. It's a bright edged smile. "I'm not asking," he says gently, pulling rank without making a show of it and you bow your head. Whatever else has happened, you are still junior-most in this little crew. "Ok."

The walk back to the pod feels like a whole stand. The two of you are silent. Ezra hovers at your elbow. You paw hot tears from your cheeks and try not to look at him. You don't understand how you managed to get turned around so quickly. How you managed to screw up your comms and your o2 mix in one go. The two of you enter and he turns on the pods atmo-regulators. Good air gets pulled in, a bit of o2 gets added from the reserve tanks and when things get too funky it bleeds off bad air for good. You have enough reserve o2 for cycles, but that's not enough for Ezra. He exchanges your tank for a fresh one, swaps out your mask for a nasal cannula. "Put this on," he says. "Ez-" you say, but his face is hard, giving nothing. You slot the stubby tubes into your nostrils and loop the hose over your ears. Ezra helps you adjust the hose beneath your chin. He fusses with your breather. "Do not touch this," he says, "No matter what." He shoves a sack of loose pearls into your arms. "I would rather you rest, but I know you have a hard time keeping those hands idle. If you feel you must do something, clean and grade these. But do not leave this pod without my say-so. We clear?” "Ezra--" "Are. We. Clear?" "Clear." Ezra adjusts his breather mask and turns to leave. "Ezra, I'm sorry." He gives you a long, troubled look, his eyes soften. "Please. Try to rest. We'll talk about this later."

You grade the gems. Of course you do. Looking at the laminated chart, sorting by color and clarity into the divided tray, got the tray in your lap and the chart balanced across the arms of the crash-couch, your little piece of real estate inside the pod, holding the milk-blue pearls up to eye level, trying to suss out the color and clarity, makes your eyes tired and you lean back into the crash couch and doze off, tray of pearls balanced across your lap. You long ago learned how to sleep without moving. The interior sounds of the pod, endless breath of scrubbers and regulators and coolant systems soothing you to sleep. Sometime later, you feel the tray of pearls being lifted off you legs. You sit up and shake your head to clear it, wake up to Ezra and Cee stowing their breathers and equipment. "Hey," says Ezra, "How you feeling?" "M'okay. Tired." "Any headache? Nausea?" "I think I'm okay," you say. Your stomach rumbles, "I'm hungry." "Good," says Ezra, "I'm afraid it's more of The Usual." The Usual being Bitz Bars and slurry packs. He tosses you a Bitz Bar and holds up an array of slurry packs like a hand of cards. "Gimme the green one." "Ew," says Cee, "The green ones taste like socks." "How do you know what socks taste like?" Cee rolls her eyes. She mumbles at you around a mouthful of fake chocolate. "How bout you, Cee?" "Surprise me. Just not green." Bitz Bars are not good by anyone's standards. Foodstuffs meant to pack flat and last forever usually aren't, but after the first bite you are wolfishly hungry. "Kevva, I'm starving. This tastes like the food of the gods right about now." "You blew a bunch of adrenaline," says Cee, "You need the calories even if they do taste like shit." Ezra tuts, but nudges another Bitz Bar into your hands. "You want some more green goo?" "Please." "Stuff's gnarly," says Cee. "You just don't know how to appreciate the finer things," you say, and the three of you crack up. Finer things at the ass end of the Great Arm include limited edition Special New Flavor Bitz Bars, trading the same three books you've been reading for over and over for a half-stand for three more books that will have to last you until the next time you dock at a bench that has a book exchange, and actual showers that don't involve solar heating or wet-wipes. You smile at Ezra and he smiles back, doesn't seem angry like before, but those creeping doubts are still there. I'll negotiate, you think, I'll cut my points on this pull. That should make up for the lost time you caused. Every pull is a race against time, drop, harvest, boost in enough time to make the slingback, and your fuck up has cost the three of you harvesting time, profits. You rub at the cannula tubing on your face. "Ez? I feel okay, can I lose this now?" "A little longer," he says. He's settled into his crash couch, feet propped up on the console, holding a battered novel. He's mastered the trick of turning the pages one-handed. You and Cee plop down on the floor of the pod, grading the pearls, each with your own tray and the chart spread between you. Cee has her music player on external mode. This is routine for you and her. Ezra knows what to look for, but he is slow at it, so he leaves it to the two of you. Many hands make light work, he likes to joke, and you are up several hands on me, but you don't mind. You find the action of going through the pull, sorting and packing, soothing. "This is a good pull," says Cee. "Coulda been better," you say. Cee shrugs. "We still got three more cycles," she says, "I'm not worried." You glance at Ezra and he is absorbed in his book. You work in silence for a beat, not true silence, not like under the canopy where everything felt muffled and strange and you weren't even sure if your voice was coming out at all. "I couldn't hear anything," you say, "Under there. I could hear my own heartbeat, but I couldn't hear anything else." "That's on me," says Ezra, "I forgot to warn you about the new growth canopies. The Sacellum Trees mineralize as they age. The older groves echo, the newer ones dampen sound. You must've stumbled into a region of new growth." You nod. "Does that mean I'm going out with you guys tomorrow?" "We'll see how you feel in the morning," says Ezra, not looking up from his book, "You can lose the hose if you want, but keep that cylinder close in case you start feeling strange."

The three of you settle in for the night, reclined in your crash couches, Cee's music filtering soft through the pod. She falls asleep with the music player on most nights. Her breathing has already evened out, and soon Ezra is snoring away as well. He tends to murmur in his sleep and you are used to it. The sounds of Ezra and Cee are like the sounds of the pod itself. Something familiar that you tune out, that becomes background noise, but not tonight. You toss and turn and check your chronometer every few minutes. Pull your blanket up and kick it off again. "You're unsettled," You roll on your side to look at him, the dim light of the pod's passive displays show his face furrowed in concern. "Yeah, no shit," you snap and sit up, legs swung over the side of the crash-couch, digging your fingers into your temples, trying to release the tension that's pooled there. He reaches across the space between you and rests his hand on your knee, smoothing his thumb absently over your skin. You can't quite meet his eyes. "I fucked up out there, Ez, I panicked." "It happens to everyone--" says Ezra, "Why I--" "Not to me it doesn't," you say, "You hired me for protection. You hired me so I could keep you and Cee safe, how'm I supposed to do that if I panic on a routine drop--" "I promise you, there is not a spacer alive that hasn't gone sideways at least once--" "That's not the point! If there'd been hostiles--" His hand squeezes your knee, trying to get your attention, "There weren't any hostiles--" "But if there were--" He sits next to you, his arm curls around you, pulling you to his side. He hugs you hard, as if he could press the anxiety out of you. You shrug out of his hold and plant your arms on your knees, head dipped low. Ezra strokes your back, slow, up and down your spine. "You were so angry--" He freezes, hand splayed against the juncture of your neck and shoulders. "Angry? I wasn't angry." You meet his eyes and see nothing but concern there. "Artichoke, your lips went all purple. I wasn't angry, I was scared shitless." You sit in relative silence for a moment, Cee's tinny music and the drone of the pod's systems. "Kevva. I don't know what happened to me out there. I feel like there's something wrong with me." "Let me see," says Ezra, "Sit up." He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, brows furrowed together, then rests his cheek there briefly. "Ez--" "You don't feel feverish," he says, presses his fingers to the veins at your wrist. You feel yourself grin. He's making a dour face but his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Ezra, are you taking my vital signs?" "Shh--" He presses two fingers beneath the angle of your jaw. Kevva, he is so weird, you think, but now you are smiling in earnest. He gently grips your jaw and turns your face slightly so he can look in your eyes. "Oh," he says, "Oh, I see. Mmmh." "Well, Doc, how bad is it?" "Bad I'm afraid," says Ezra, "You have a severe case of being human." You laugh. "Don't suppose there's any cure, huh?" “ 'Fraid not," he says, and pulls you close, pressing his lips to your temple, "You'll just have to learn to live with it."

Tagging: @oonajaeadira , @honestly-shite , @grogusmum , @writeforfandoms and @themarcusmoreno

#ezra x f!reader w/cee #prickle au #prospect au #ezra (prospect) x f!reader #ezra prospect x f!reader #ezra and cee

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katsukisbimbo · 5 years ago

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Miya Atsumu x Short! Fem! Reader

✯ genre: cute fluff :))

✯ summary: atsumu n his little oompa loompa

✯ wordcount: 656

✯ note: this was my first request shdjskdh i hope you like it i kind of got nervous writing it but i pulled through woohooo!! @97loverz this is for u cutie!!

- aight so

- atsumu may seem like a huge asshole

- and he is

- but not to his girlfriend

- y/n y/l/n

- inarizaki’s sweetheart

- she was honestly the sweetest person to ever walk the earth and some people question how atsumu even got her

- like

- she’s so nice

- and he’s so

-...

- you were literally a pastel pink soft baby

- and he was the big bad miya atsumu who was ready to corrupt you

- bleh

- moving on

- you first met atsumu when you were both first years

- well you actually met him through his brother

- his brother osamu decided to invite you to their volleyball practice when you two got closer and honestly you love having osamu as your friend

- the better twin

- so you show up to their practice and you got to greet osamu but oh?

- what’s this?

- THERE WERE TWO OSAMUS

- “i-i whA” you screeched when you saw the both of them “oSAMU THERE ARE TWO OD YOU OKGJDJSZO”

- “y/n chill, this is my brother atsumu” said a very disinterested osamu who was acting like twins were a common occasion

- they’re somewhat common but

- iDENTICAL TWINS?!?!??

- that’s kinda sick dude

- “yo samu who’s the midget?”

- WHAT

- DID HE JUST

- NO HE DID NOT

- you tried your best to hide your irritation

- and just tried to go with the flow

- ‘calm down y/n it’s okay you’re good stop yourself before you go back to prison’

- okAy

- all better

- “hi i’m y/l/n y/n!”

- and he kinda just nods at you

- wow

- dickhead

- but as time went on

- you and atsumu got closer and closer until he grew the balls to actually ask you out

- everyone thought you were going to end up with osamu but sadly it just didn’t happen

- you never really saw yourself to be more than just friends with samu but honestly that’s okay

- so anyways

- atsumu would never admit it out loud but he is so in love with you

- like not even joking

- he likes your cute little skirts and your cute hair styles

- and your style is just

- *chefs kiss* absolutely exquisite

- we love that

- and you’re literally the cutest thing ever omg

- atsumu loves the way you smile and the way your cheeks get red whenever he teases you for being a little cutie

- one thing he really loves is using you as an arm rest

- gosh he’s so rude but honestly he’s so cute

- and L O V E S to call you nicknames

- baby

- doll

- peaches

- small person

- shortcake

- wifey

- oompa loompa

- and the list goes on

- and whenever anyone sees atsumu accepting your love and affection they kinda just go

- OJO

- like what

- he’s literally so fricking mean

- and when they actually see that he’s reciprocating the gesture

- they’re just baffled honestly

- who knew that little ms. y/l/n could pull THE miya atsumu

- and the team does make fun of atsumu for being whipped

- once osamu called him a simp and he didn’t even CARE because you made him a bento while the whole team just got honey lemon slices

- hA in your face losers

- but all in all

- atsumu is a very good boyfriend to you

- you make him more kinder and you’re just good for him in general

- you’re literally the light of his life

- other than volleyball

- but he still loves you sosososososososo much

- “you do know that if i never took y/n to practice that day she would’ve been my girlfriend instead right”

- “shut the fuck up samu”

#haikyuu #haikyuu to the top #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #miya osamu #volleyball #volleygays #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years ago

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tattoo crazy

Hell yes I love some Honenuki fluff

Honenuki x Tattoo artist! Reader

warnings: swearing, tattooing, that's about it

word count: 1,200 (about)

summary: tattoo parlor and flower shop au

Honenuki didn’t mind the long hours that Posy Pushers asked of him. He liked arranging bouquets for weddings and parties. Honenuki genuinely enjoyed the light pastel uniform and watering the rose bushes out front. The only part he didn’t really enjoy about his flower shop job was the across-the-street neighbor. Maple Street was a nice place, dotted with yarn stores and candy shops frequented by old ladies and their grandchildren. Bur right across the street the was a black bricked tattoo parlor that just ruined the whole vibe.

He could hear the loud music pounding through the tinted glass, and the whole place smelled like cigarettes. Honenuki leaned against the counter. Peering through the glass and Jagged Ink as the door opened and strains of an angry punk song coming through to him as you walked out on a lunch break.

Honenuki’s heart throbbed, as he saw you, in a loose black tank top, ripped black shorts, and combat boots. His cheeks went pink as you turned and started heading across the street towards him. He didn’t much care for the store itself but the people who worked there were cool he supposed.

The door chimed as you came in. “H-Hi! Welcome in let me know if I can help you!” he chimed shooting upright. You gave him a soft smile.

“Just me kid relax,” you said teasingly. The blush on his cheeks darkened. You usually came in on your lunch break to sketch flowers and leaves and eating silently. You moved a pot off of a white iron stool and sat down in front of a hanging planter of ivy. Honenuki took a deep breath and calmed himself down peering over at your sketchbook in your hand.

“You ever think about getting a tattoo?” you asked, not looking up making him jump. You usually didn’t speak unless it was to ask about a certain arrangement.

“Not really, It’s not my style,” he said.

“I think some ink would look nice on you,” you said looking up at him your intense eyes hitting him with full force. He felt his knees go weak and he was glad that you couldn’t see the way his legs shook. He was such a sucker for you, you barely spoke and yet, just the hint that you think he’d be more attractive with a tattoo made his head spin.

“Would you do that for me? Tattoo me that is,” he breathed. You smiled at him.

“I’d love to, I’ve got some designs I think you’d like,” you said shifting and flipping through the book on your lap. You’d been thinking about him?

“It’s not a flower is it?” he asked walking around the counter to your side seeing your art.

“Oh please I wouldn’t be so cliche,” you scoffed landing on a page with multiple small designs. And pointed to one in a corner. “This one is for you.”

He peered down and saw it was a small snail with mushrooms growing out of the back of his shell.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“It’s cool as hell right?” you asked proudly.

“I love it,” he said. “But don’t tattoos hurt?” he asked meekly. You smirked at him.

“Ever pricked your finger on a thorn?” you asked.

“Sure,”

“It’s no worse than that, I promise,” you said glancing down at your watch. “Shit I have to get going, but think about it, I can squeeze you in Thursday afternoon,” you said with a wink, whipping your hands off on your shorts and leaving him with a small wave. He watched as you left and put his hands in his head and groaned. He was so very whipped for you. Then he smiled to himself. You’d been thinking about him, you’d drawn up a tattoo for him.

Honenuki was shaking like a leaf as he waited in the lobby of Jagged Ink. he was still in his pastel work sweater. The woman who sat behind the counter eyed him sympathetically. Her hair was dyed a vibrant orange and she had more piercings on her face than he could count. She was very nice as she checked him in for his appointment but all he could think about was how this chick could totally kick his ass.

The other clients and artists inside didn’t help set his mind at ease either. But then you came up to the front and grinned at him “good to see you kid, come on back and we’ll get started,” he followed you meekly not making eye contact. One of the other artists whistled and called your name

“This the boyfriend?” he called

“Shut it Olly,” you said not looking back. His cheeks went bright red

“B-boyfriend?” he stammered you just rolled your eyes.

“Olly just likes teasing, he thinks I like you cus I always go over to your place for lunch,” you said casually, stopping at a chair. Your explanation didn’t calm him down. People thought you liked him? Why? Did you talk about him? Why did you have to call it his place, that made it sound like you were coming over to his house? Did you like him?

“Did you decide where you want it?” you asked. Honenuki sighed and tapped the back of his shoulder. You nodded “sounds good, go ahead and take your shirt off,” you said sitting down on a backless stool and setting up your gun and ink. This, he was prepared for, he’d practiced in the mirror you saying those words and then him actually doing it. He still had to take a few deep breaths before shrugging off his top. You glanced up then did a double-take.

“Damn kid you’re ripped as hell how did you get so buff?” you asked openly learning at his chest. He was so not ready for this, he had to fight the urge to cover himself.

“I work out, I mean I have a life out of the flower shop,” he mumbled before sitting down in the backwards-facing chair. You laughed.

“Alright alright fair enough, lets get started yeah?”

You were right the pain wasn’t that bad, it was kind of nice almost he could see why some people got addicted to getting tatoos, what was even better was the constant drone of conversation. He just liked talking to you.

“It looks gorgeous,” he said holding up a mirror and admired your finished work. You beamed.

“Let me know if you ever want something else I’ve got a couple other things I think you’d like,” you said. There you went again, making him blush like it was nothing. Honenuki couldn’t help but feel adrenaline build up in his chest. Fuck it right? He was already doing out of character things.

“If I asked you out on a date you stay yes?” he asked bluntly. It was finally your turn to look flustered.

“I-I uhm I mean yeah,” you stammered before looking down at your hands fidgeting with your fingers. “Do you want to go over the care again?” you asked falling back on what you knew. He smilled.

“I’m good, How about lunch tomorrow? Something casual,” he said, very much enjoying the power he seemed to have over you, it was nice to know that you liked him the same way he liked you.

“Cool,” you said nodding.

“cool.”

#juzo honenuki x reader #honenuki x reader #imagine juzo honenuki #juzo honenuki #my hero acidamia imagine #my hero x reader

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barcaavengers · 4 years ago

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Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt. 4

Note: Here we go! This part is mostly a short fluffy moment. Reader being there for Bucky when he talks to Yori, and supporting him when he admits he will always be missing a key person in his amends. Next part will probably be more fluff, domestic and carefree Bucky cause we all know the Wilson's bring out the best in him. I'm thinking of what else to add to it so I want you guys to tell me what you'd like to see in part 4!

Updated: The first posting was all messed up and cut parts for some strange reason so it is now updated correctly!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. All credits belong to @ryangoslings Tag List: ❤️ @hanakin-im-panakin, @evie-pr, @justinekomwriterkru, @felicityofbakerstreet, @maaaaryx, @ijustwantedplums, @winterberryfox, @ttatum14, @pastelbabygirl19, @love-buckybarnes, @forever-aimless, @izzlenizzlebizzle @pastel-boy-sungjae, @johnmurphys-sass, @ren-ni, @rachelizabethgraham

"This looks so different…" Bucky says as you two walk down the streets of Manhattan. "Steve and I would come to a hot dog stand on that corner after school. I would get him the same order every day" he says as you two walk.

"Wow, the same order" you smirk.

"He felt bad whenever I paid him, it was the cheapest order so he always asked for it no matter how many times I told him he could order something else."

"I have always admired your loyalty to each other" you say. "Never gave up on each other, always had each other's back no matter what."

"There was a time we were all we had left" he says and you could hear the nostalgia in his voice.

"Well, things change now" you bump into him and he chuckles, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. "You are not alone. You got Sam and you got me" you smile at him and he looks at you, smiling back. How much you loved this happy side of him was beyond words.

"I couldn't be more thankful," he says. His hands fall from his pocket and for a moment you see him hesitate after lifting one hand, until he realizes you were on his left side, so he drops it.

"You can do it, you know?" His eyes go wide for a moment, like if you have read his mind.

"Was it that obvious?"

"A little" you giggle and you can see his cheeks flushing. You reach for his gloved hand, but he moves it out of your reach. "Easy steps, remember?" You pause as you look at him. He nods his head before moving his hand to yours and you hold it. "So…" you trail off and get close to him, taking his arm and wrapping it over your shoulder. "This is what you wanted to do, right?" You ask him with a smile.

"Too predictable?" He asks.

"Not at all," you grin. You notice he is almost hovering it, he is touching you alright but not letting it actually drop on your shoulder. "Relax," you say. He let out an air through his nostrils before he rests it completely. The arm wasn't that heavy, or it wasn't to you. You haven't said anything about the Serum still having a slight effect on you although you have slowly felt it leaving your body.

"Thank you, for being so patient," he looks down at you as you two walk down Central Park.

"I told you I'd wait for you, I meant that" you admit. "I'm sure you will get the hang of being around a girl real quick again" you tease.

"I wonder what Steve said to you about me" he chuckles.

"That you got all the girls, even the dates you got for him" you smirk. "A true charmer" you say playfully.

"Jerk" he chuckles. "I didn't even try."

"With those looks? Of course you didn't try. One word and girl's would show you their ankles in one go" you laugh.

"Now I see enough ankles" he looks around and you elbow his side playfully and he pretends to be hurt.

"Don't you dare look other girl's ankles, Barnes" you tease.

"I'll try," he chuckles. "How have you been feeling though?"

"It's...almost gone" you shrug. "I mean, I feel it still but it isn't like the first time."

"I don't like that," he frowns.

"I know. If that stays in my system you won't see me as someone you have to save or help cause I can take care of my own."

"It has never been about that, doll" you duck your head so your hair falls and covers your cheek. The word making your cheeks flush instantly. "I'll still be there to save you, and you don't need saving so it isn't even that. You don't need help. I'm just worried of the toll it could have on you. That was a prototype, we don't know the side effects it could have…" he admits.

"Hopefully none" you bite your lower lip.

"We will figure it out," Buck says as he stops to pull his phone out when it starts ringing. "Sam?" You eye him curiously as he answers.

"Look at those lovebirds, taking a walk through the park like old people" you hear Sam on the other side of the phone. Your eyes look around the green areas, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Considering I'm a hundred and six" Bucky is looking for him too, dropping his arm off your shoulder.

"You dumbasses realize that I can fly, right?" That makes you two look up and you squeak at the sight.

Sam was above you, his wings and uniform were different, more white than the colors that Steve used to wear for his Captain America uniform. It was a sight. He lands perfectly in front of you, wings extended before they get concealed.

"Holy shit, is that what you asked Shuri to do?" You ask Bucky.

"Just a little something," he shrugs.

"Damn, Sam." You laugh as you go around him, his wings coming out scaring you off making him laugh.

"You like it?" He asks.

"I do" you say and squeak again at the shield on his back. "Oh, that's awesome." You say as you poke the shield.

"Thanks, man." Sam says to Bucky with a grin.

"No problem." Bucky says with a nod of his head. "What's up?"

"Karli is going to try to sabotage the votes in the GRC tonight" Sam says.

"If you give me a chance to change to something more comfortable I can be there."

"Alright. Voting starts in an hour. I'll send you the coordinates" he says and the jetpack initiates. "Sorry for ruining your date!" He shouts as he goes up to fly away.

"Right," your lips pressing together and you turn to Bucky. "You are going to change too?"

"Nah, I think I'm good. I'll go with you."

"If you want you can go and meet with Sam. I'll be quick" you shrug. He eyes you and you tilt your head, "I'll be fine, Buck."

"Be fast," he says and pecks your lips before he walks away without a glance back at you. It takes you a second to process that gesture before you start running back to your place.

When you get into the building, Sam, Bucky and Sharon were already inside in their respective places for the mission. Karli was forcing everyone out, which you had to admit, it was quite smart. Then you find yourself in the garage of the building where the armored cars with the Senators were leaving from. "Bucky?"

"I'm here," he says as he comes from your side. "Karli distracted me on the phone." He says as he takes the keys from one of the bikes, tossing it to you before he gets on one of them. "You are coming with me."

"Seriously guys, you had one job," Sharon says from your earpiece.

"You worry about your guy" Bucky says as he accelerates the bike. "Stay behind me." You nod your head before reviving the engine and taking off as instructed.

When you arrive at the meeting point of the Flag Smashers, Bucky turns to you, "You still have that adrenaline rush?" He asks, not stopping his bike.

"I think so!" You shout.

"Get ready!" And with that he hits the break of the bike, sending him forward and he tackles one of the group.

You jump off yours before taking the bike by the handles and flinging it forward to the group, taking down two of them at once. You are quick to run to them and kick one on the side, sending him back a few feet away, the other one comes at you and you avoid their hits for a moment before they take both of your arms. You screech as they try to hold you back but you are quick to kick the back of the knee of one of them, making her lose her grip before you move backwards behind the other person, making them follow you for a moment which gives you the chance to use their weight to your advantage and fling them over you and to the floor with a loud thud.

"Karli!" You shout as you see the group lighting up both trucks. Bucky is quick to try to open one and you go for the other one but to no avail.

"Morgenthau!" Walker's voice echoes and your eyes widened and you look at Bucky.

"How the hell does he keep showing up?!" You ask, but not really expecting an answer.

John is getting beaten by the Flag Smashers and Bucky is quick to save him from one of them, and you get to Karli, kicking her on the side, sending her against a fence. "Don't make us do this, Karli." A member of the group catches you off guard and wraps their arm around your neck, Karli delivers a few punches into your stomach that takes your breath away before punching you in the face. You are let go of and drop to your knees. Yep, the Serum was wearing off. Your vision was blurry, but you see Karli kicking Bucky and you see him sliding to the edge of the construction site before falling, hearing his scream. "Bucky!" You shout and are quick to stand up and run to the edge.

Everything keeps happening in quick blurs. John helps hold back the falling truck you couldn't open, and he manages to almost do it until the group kept going at him making them all fall to where Bucky was. Sam stops the truck from falling and is able to open the doors thanks to Redwing, so you help the Senators before jumping down to where your friends were. Batroc throws smoke grenades and Karli and her crew escape your sight until Sam identifies them and you follow, along with Walker.

Next thing you know, Sam is bringing Karli's body and talking with the senators and you had to lean against one of the trucks to process her death. Of course you didn't know her, but she was just a kid fighting for a very good reason but in the wrong ways. She was just a kid.

The next morning, the sound of a knock on your door woke you up. You lazily stand up, dragging your legs across the floor to your apartment door. Usually you would ask before opening the door, but you were too tired from the fight from last night to even be careful. When you open the door, you find the Sergeant right in front of you. "Hi" he breathes out. "Sorry, I- I didn't mean to wake you up."

"No. It's okay. Um...Come in" you step aside and he walks in. His cerulean eyes look around your apartment while you close the door. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. It's just...I want to go visit someone, you know, about what Sam talked to me about...I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. If not it's okay. It's early but-"

"Yeah," you interrupt him and he sighs in relief. "Just let me change real quick before we go" you pat his chest as you walk to your room, leaving him behind you. You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side and grabbing a bra and pulling it on, then throwing a shirt on. You reach for your jeans and step on them in front of the mirror, only to catch Bucky's eyes before they drift away like the gentleman he is.

He takes you in his bike to his destination, your arms wrapped around his waist. This felt too... intimate and your head can't help but wander off at the situation, you have to shake your head when things get heated in that daydreaming you were having. He parks the bike on the street side and turns it off. He was quiet, jaw clenched, eyes showing his concentration.

"Buck?" You call as you step out of the bike, following him. "Are you sure you are ready?" You ask him as you step in front of him.

"Yeah…" he clears his throat and your head tilts to the side.

"I'll be out the door, okay?"

"I don't know where to start…" he admits, looking at the entrance of the building. He was nervous, fidgeting with his own fingers, his voice slightly trembling.

"You will when it comes to it" you nod your head. You take his vibranium hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze. "Just one more name and you will be free, Bucky." A smile goes up your lips and his head nods.

"I know... It's just...he trusted me from day one. Telling him this about his son after so long…"

"I'm sure Yori will understand, not right away, but he will" he returns the squeeze of your hand before letting go. He walks inside and you follow him closely. He hesitates in front of the door before knocking. You lean against the wall, he looks back at you and you nod your head before his eyes return to the door as it opens.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Yori asks as he looks at James. "It's early, come in before someone calls the cops" the man says before he catches your form a few feet away. "Is she with you?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, but don't worry about her…" Bucky waves off. You nod your head to the man with a smile before Bucky walks in and the door closes.

You wait patiently outside, your head resting against the wall and closing your eyes. Not even twenty minutes go by until you hear the door opening and Bucky walking out, shutting the door close behind him. You could see he was on the verge of tearing up, the tip of his nose red, his shoulders hunched and his head hanging low. "Bucky," you call quietly and he looks at you. He walks up to you and you wrap your arms around him. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay…" you coo as he holds you close to him, the few tears he let out wetting your shirt. "You gave him closure, Bucky. You gave yourself closure. You did the right thing…"

"He won't forgive what I did. What I did to his son…" his voice was shaking and it broke your heart into a million pieces.

"He won't forget, but he will understand later that it wasn't really you. I promise" your hand moves to the back of his head, your fingers soothingly moving along his scalp.

After a few seconds, he pulls away before taking his book out of his jacket pocket, taking out a pencil as well and scratching the name off his book. He stares at the book for a moment, looking at all the names he has crossed. Your hands place on top of his and you press your lips against the back of his palms, he looks down at you and nods his head before sighing and putting the book back on his pocket. "I need to do one more stop…"

After taking the bag with the book and an envelope with Bucky's gratitude. He takes you back to your place. You don't remove your arms from around his waist until after he turns the bike off. "Feeling better?" You ask, your chin resting on his shoulder blade.

"I do," he says with a nod of his head.

"Come on," you say and pat his back before stepping out of the bike and walking to your apartment. He is quiet as he walks with you and comes through the door, sitting on your couch. "We have to drink for today" you say as you walk to your fridge and pull two beers out, tossing one to him which he is quick to catch with his vibranium arm. "For closures, for partners, and for the beginning of something new" you say with a smile as you sit beside him.

"Cheers to that" he raises his beer before the two bottles make a crystal sound as they bump into each other. He takes a sip from his drink and stares at the bottle afterwards, his mind somewhere else.

"Steve would be proud, you know?" The mention of his best friend's name makes his eyes light up. "I know I am" you say as you take a swig.

"I thought I would never be able to finish that list," he says. "There's still one person I couldn't even apologize for what I did back then. I know they hated me for it but-"

"You are talking about Tony?" His head nods. "He never brought it up after what happened" you say. "Tony felt betrayed, Steve kept that from him, never mentioned it. That alone and the accords complicated things to a different level."

"That was a horrible moment…"

"Tell me about it" you say and take a sip of your beer, so does he. "I had to step out, I couldn't fight Tony, I couldn't fight Steve or you. The best thing I did was to stay out of it. I couldn't have forgiven myself if I fought any of you…" you say. "Tony wouldn't have admitted it...but I know he knew it wasn't something you could've controlled."

"Even then, I never got a chance to say something about it…" he says as he fidgets with the bottle. His cheekbones doing that thing you couldn't describe but you found attractive…

"I'm sure he understood in the long run…" you assure him. Bucky was looking at the floor, lost in thought.

"Hey, no. Let's not ruin the good moment we were having" you whine as you lean against him and he let out a soft chuckle. "We have to celebrate later with Sam. He is officially out there as Captain America," you raise your bottle and grin.

"True" you can see how proud Bucky was of Sam by the smile that appeared on his lips. "I'm glad he took the shield back."

"I'm sure he is too, and he will do a great job. He already did with that speech." There is a moment of silence. "I'll go get another one, you want one too?" You ask him noticing his beer was about to be empty.

"Uh, yeah, sure" he lifts it up.

You walk towards the kitchen and open the fridge, pulling two beers. "I have to restock-" you say as you turn around only to be met by Bucky's body a few inches away. His gaze was soft as he looked down at you. You could feel his hot breath close to you, and you were sure he could hear the fast beating of your heart. His tongue runs along his lips, and you can't help but bite on your lower lip as you look up into his eyes. "Bucky-"

"I just...want to try something…" his vibranium takes the beers from your hands and sets them aside, then resting it against the fridge, caging you, but where in any other situation you would've been defensive, you were calm because this was all Bucky, not the Winter Soldier. His other hand moves to the side of your neck, his fingers resting on the nape of it, moving ever so slowly. You can feel your cheeks flushing, your breath hitching as he leans in, his lips pressing against yours slowly. Three times you two have kissed, three times he has kissed you differently and three times you have felt different.

The first kiss was an impulse of yours, very out of place, but he kissed back anyway, even if it was a liplock kind of kiss. You felt guilty about it, you felt like you took advantage of the situation and you two had a small argument about how you shouldn't apologize for it. The second back at Sam's house which he initiated. It lasted somewhat longer than the first one, it was something that happened with the moment because you were talking about your status. Now this, which you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to try that something. You melted into the kiss, trying to mold your body against his. Your hands rest on both sides of his hip ever so lightly, your lips moving slowly against his, his tongue brushing your upper lip. Your head tilts, deciding to test the waters by deepening the kiss, and you were glad when he didn't pull away like the first time.

His body presses closer to yours and your fingers curl around his shirt, unconsciously pulling him closer. Your teeth graze his lips and he hums, and gosh you would lie if that didn't awaken something in you. He pulls away slightly, and you take the chance to get your breathing in check, your eyes open slowly while his remain close for a few more opens until his eyelids lift. "You good?" You ask under your breath and he nods, noticing he was short of breath as well. One of your hands let go of his shirt, moving up his side and wrapping around his neck, the one on your neck moves to your waist, holding you close to him but he leaves against the fridge his metal arm.

His lips connect with yours again, this time isn't slow, it's more urgent and you can't help but give into it. You bring him closer, if possible, as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Your tongue trails his lower lip, and he grants the access, a soft moan escaping your lips as his own intertwine with yours. His finger traces your skin where your shirt rolled a bit and you shiver under his touch at the contact of his hand touching a part of skin he hadn't touched before.

Then your phone goes off and you break the kiss, your forehead resting against his as you pant, so does Bucky. "I-"

"Yeah. It could be urgent…" he clears his throat and drops his left hand from the fridge and the one on your back. You look at his lips one last time, catching your breath before walking to the table and picking up your phone.

"Hey, Sam" you say as you look at Bucky who slowly turns to face you.

"Hey, kiddo. Just wanted to invite you and Barnes to a cookout my family will have tomorrow."

"Oh, uh" you look at Bucky who shrugs. "Sure, I'll let him know."

"He already knows, huh?" Sam chuckles.

"Shut up, Sam," you say playfully.

"Well, be safe. Have fun. Not too much fun though" Sam chuckles.

"Weren't you the one to tell us to take baby steps?"

"Depends on how big the baby already is."

"Sam!"

"I'll see you two tomorrow! Bye now!" And he hangs up.

You stare at the phone in your hand before sighing. "Cookout tomorrow?" You offer the man an apologetic smile, tapping your phone against your palm.

"Would be nice to go back," Bucky shrugs, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I go if you go."

"Only if you want to" you walk to the counter, standing on the other side of it so it was the only thing between you two. "We can take the first flight tomorrow. I can go and pick you up," you shrug. Then you have that idea… "Or you-" you stop yourself. Nope. Too straightforward. "Nevermind."

"What were you going to say?" His head tilts, eyeing you curiously.

"Oh, nothing" you put your phone down on the counter and scroll through the airline app looking for a flight. "There is a flight tomorrow at 5am. We can get there early to spend some good time there." Best attempt to change the subject, but when you look up, Bucky is eyeing you. "Oh, no. I'm not gonna talk."

His lips purse and he walks around the counter and you curse under your breath. "Would it be that bad?"

"Terrible actually," you swallow harshly as he stands in front of you, his arms crossing against his chest making his biceps bulge out. Why was he like this? His head nods in agreement, but he has that face that you know he won't let go of it until you speak up. You sigh. "Fine," you pause. "Can I walk you through a hypothetical?"

"Using my words. This sounds promising" he says, and you see that playful smile on his lips which purse as he waits for the answer. No matter how many times he smiled, you were glad about two things. One, that he was now falling to the Bucky he once was, he was getting his personality back. Two, that his smiles were around you, that you in a way have helped him. Yes, there was still a long way to go because he still hesitates about some things, but it was okay. Every new thing he tried you took it as a huge step.

"So, what if, hypothetically, you…" you trail off, "you stayed the night and we go to the airport." His gaze softens, and you see he is thinking of your words. "Hypothetically, okay? Like, just an idea. That way we just go straight to the airport." You can't help but chew on the inside of your cheek nervously.

"That's- I would- I would like that" he was stammering. "But, um...I don't want to make you feel-"

"If you say uncomfortable after you kissed me not more than five minutes ago I'm gonna kick your ass" you say and he smirks, but he remains somewhat serious. "You can sleep on the couch" you were regretting this. The more you say, the more you felt you were screwing it up. "I mean, if you want, Buck. It was a random suggestion." You wave off and turn around to continue looking for the flights.

"Hey" Bucky calls and you continue on your phone. His hand rests on your back before it reaches your waist and turns you around, you avoid his gaze but he bends down a little to meet it. "I would like nothing more than to stay with you, doll" he starts. "But I- I don't trust myself enough to stay around you while the nightmares are still there. I don't want to hurt you."

"Bucky," your hand rests on his cheek, his stubble poking the inside of your palm, feeling his warmth. "I trust you." He leans against your hand and kisses the inside of it, sending warmth all over your body. His cerulean eyes were looking at you with such affection that was making you weak. "I know the Winter Soldier is gone. It's just a matter of time that the nightmares will stop, when you feel more at ease."

"I know, doll" he nods his head and you smile softly at him. He pulls you closer to him, leaning in and kissing your forehead. Lips lingering there for a moment. "I'll go get my things. Text me which flight you choose" he says as he pulls away, letting go of your body before walking out the door.

You felt like this trip could help him. There was nothing to be worried about. No Zemo. No Karli. No Flag Smashers. He could now be at ease and sort his thoughts out now that he has finished his book. This could be the perfect getaway if things planned out right.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #(mine)#(weakness pt. 4)#tfatws #tfatws imagine #tfatws imagines

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what-the-witch-stuff · 3 years ago

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Landings Through the Grapevine

Chapter 1: Introduction

Masterpost: here

Go to: Ch.1 | Ch.2 |

Pairing: Elliott x OC

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It was a quiet morning in Stardew Valley. Birds were singing faintly in the distance and a hazy mist hung in the air, transforming everything not directly close into blue-ish hues and indistinct shapes. The sun had just risen over the horizon, chasing after the last traces of pink in the otherwise clear, blue sky. Not one cloud was in sight.

This was indeed a pleasant surprise. The villagers had feared for the constant downpour, that has persisted for the last couple of days, to delay the annual spring festivities. But now, only the wet squelching sound under the farmer's boots disrupted the idyllic scenery, as she made her way around the forest clearing, where the annual Flower Dance would be taking place. Undeterred by the early hour, the preparations were going just as planned, though they were far from finished. Riley herself had only a few decorations left to hang up, but they were still waiting on a cart to bring a few chairs and parts of the sound equipment.

A loud continuous thumping echoed over the meadow as Robin was still busy with setting up Pierre's booth. The noise was shortly interrupted, as Robin readjusted the planks she was working on, before spotting the farmer.

“Good morning Riley! Oh, you cleaned up nicely.”, Robin greeted her cheerfully and looked her over. Though Robin had apologized for ever doubting Riley's ability to take over her grandfather's farm, it were comments like these that made conversing with the carpenter a bit difficult. As Riley still didn't know Robin too well, the double meaning of the statement was not lost on her. But today, the farmer wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, hoping that Robin was just a little aloof sometimes.

'Don't rock the boat now. Think about the barn upgrade' .

So, she forced herself to just smile and wave before turning back around and the noise of the hammer picked up again. For the occasion, Riley had indeed ditched her usual overall and stained-shirt combo, in favour of one of her nicer outfits she used to wear back in Zuzu City. The only thing left from her usual farming attire was her sword which, clearly visible on her left hip, marked her as a member of the Adventurer's Guild.

While she had been quite pleased with her decision at first, something about the outfit had triggered a weird feeling. It had taken some time for her to remember, that she had not worn these clothes since the fatal day, that she had quit her job at Joja Corporation. However, by the time Riley had come to that realization, it had been far too late to change into something else. The whole morning, she had tried to push the thought away, as today was supposed to be a good day, after all. The farmer was usually not the person to care much about traditions. Nevertheless, after walking around in clammy work clothes for the past week, even Riley was looking forward to the Flower Dance. It had been a little awkward during her first year, as she had been completely new to the community. And while most villagers had been rather welcoming towards her, it were customs such as the dance that still made her feel like an outsider.

'Well, what do I expect?' , Riley asked herself, while carefully climbing a ladder, to hang a couple of pastel-coloured, flower garlands into the lower branches of a tree. “This is my second year after all. Shane came to live with Marnie and Jas three years ago. Leah and Elliott moved here, roughly around the same time. They might be part of the town now, but otherwise, all of them are kind of outsiders too.” Even so, and the thought made her pause mid task with a snort, that was probably also due to their very individual personalities.

“Well, at least someone is having a good morning.”, remarked a deep voice from below. Speaking of the devil. Shane was looking up to her, an unreadable expression on his face and dressed in the traditional sky-blue uniform, all attending Bachelors would be wearing to the dance. In his hands was a bowl of pepper-poppers from which he ate one ever so often, while watching her work.

“Oh wow Shane, I would say you cleaned up nicely too but I might be lying”, Riley replied with a grin, to which Shane just rolled his eyes and kept chewing completely unfazed .

“Fuck you. I know I look just fine, so you can suck it!”, he grouchily mumbled, though it sounded more like he tried to convince himself rather than her. “You sure do, buddy”. Finally happy with her work, Riley descended the ladder to greet her friend properly. “And you would look even better, if you stopped stuffing your face like a pig!”.

“They're my favorite”, he protested childishly and provocatively grabbed another pepper.

“And I spend a lot of time making them all by myself.”

“I helped too”

“No, you flaked to play soccer with Jas and Vincent!”

Shane's expression bore a cheeky grin, probably anticipating to say something rude. But the pair was interrupted by Pierre, calling out for their help to unload the cart that had finally arrived….

Since Marnie was still in a not-so-secret- relationship with Mayor Lewis, she insisted on taking part in the preparations of any official festivity. Many of the dishes, decked onto a couple of large folding tables, had been prepared the previous day at Marnie's farm, with Riley chipping in her labour and even part of her harvest.

“What happened to breakfast, you greedy gremlin?”, asked Riley, saving the half empty bowl from Shane's grasp, to return it to the buffet. The gremlin in question trailed behind, pretending like he was not sulking over the loss of the food:

“As you like to remind me, microwaved pizza is no proper breakfast”. At that Riley raised both eyebrows in mock-astonishment:

“Oh, so now the good sir suddenly cares about what I have to say ?”

“So Riley, you're not dancing?”, Marlon asked in between sips of punch.

The sun had risen higher in the sky, and the cool morning had turned into a bright midday. Everything was set up and ready. Soft music played over lively conversation, as bit by bit all villagers arrived. Riley didn't really know what to do with herself, when she could no longer hide behind tasks and actually had to socialize. Seeing Marlon standing in a far corner of the meadow, one hand calmly resting on the hilt of his sword while overseeing the scenery, presented a great excuse to escape dreadful smalltalk. They were well acquainted by now and she had not seen him in a while, other than when she visited the Guild directly. It wasn't too weird, if she made use of that affiliation, right?

If Marlon felt disturbed through her presence he didn't let it show. He just nodded in acknowledgement and together they watched the Spring Maidens enter the clearing, garbed in white from head to toe, with lacy floral decorations sewn onto their dresses and flowers in their hair.

“I think, such ' spirits ' might have other things to worry about right now”.

Unfortunately for her, even Marlon seemed talkative today and Riley answered him reluctantly: “No. As far as I am concerned, the couples dancing stay mostly the same. Wouldn't want to disrupt that order, y'a know”, That was not entirely true, though. The other reason was that a certain someone would most likely turn her down if she'd ever asked him. And Riley was not willing to open THAT can of worms anytime soon. Marlon hummed in understanding: “I see. I just thought, since you're a farmer, you might want to participate.”

“What does being a farmer have to do with that?”

Marlon looked at her, the brow above his remaining eye slightly raised in surprise: ”The flower dance is an ancient fertility ceremony. Back when the village still believed in the spirits of this land, the dance was held to gain their favour for the upcoming harvest. Surely you wouldn't want the spirits that make things grow on your bad side, ey?”.

Riley was not sure what to make of this new piece of information, so the farmer and the monster hunter fell back into silence. Looking around, the meadow didn't really look like an old or magical place to her. It most definitely didn't feel like one either. Compared to the eerie solitude of the Community Center and the claustrophobic depths of the mines, the clearing seemed so very ordinary. On the other hand, it wouldn't be the first time that the Valley proved to be full of surprises. One year ago, Riley was some disillusioned worker's bee in a corporate nightmare. Now, she belonged to a world where magic was real, wizards lived in secluded towers, monsters hid in the depths of the wild and animals could talk. Or rather, Riley could suddenly talk to them (?). Overall, the land was full of entities and forces, Riley didn't plan to meddle with, let alone offend. For a moment she got worried enough, that she almost asked Marlon directly, if he thought the Junimos would truly be cross with her, for not attending the dance. But she decided against it, as someone might end up overhearing their conversation. Surely, Marlon was one of the few people in Pelican Town, who knew about the otherworldliness of the valley. He had probably seen more than Riley would ever experience in her lifetime. But this wasn't the time and place to talk about such things openly.

“And they better have their priorities straight. If they ever dare giving me shit, for not doing that stupid dance, I'm out. Have fun rebuilding the Community Center without me !”,

was what she did not say. “Besides, wouldn't it look silly to be wearing a sword with such a dress?”, she jokingly gestured in the direction of the Bachelorettes, but to no one in particular. Marlon, again, shortly averted his eyes from the crowd to look at her, in what one might consider to be amusement: “Silly? Kid, that sword is a badge of honour. Of course we wear it to any occasion, men and women alike. Back in the days, Old Linda wouldn't be caught dead not wearing her sword. Also made the lads keep their hands to themselves, if you know what I mean.”, at this he cackled quietly to himself and took another sip.

“What happened to them? Linda and the other women in the guild?”, Riley asked curiously since Marlon rarely was so chatty. “What do you think? This was way before your time. They're probably dead or very old. Some got married, moved to the city and forgot all about their old lives here. ….Your grandma was one of the last”.

Marlon's eyes were back on the gathering, but there was something harsh crossing his features. Riley didn't know what to say. So she just kept watching him in hopes he would elaborate on that. But he remained shrouded in silence. She knew that their conversation was over for good. And knowing Marlon, he wouldn't want to talk about it anytime soon either. So, she tried pushing her questions into the back of her mind and rather focused on the gathering at hand, where the female villagers were now the centre of attention.

The first Bachelorette she saw was the blue haired bar-maid who was hard not to overlook, thanks to her outgoing personality. Emily's dress was full of ruffles and detailed embroidery and made her look even more whimsical. Like a fairy, she was all smiles and joy, half-dancing half skipping over the grass barefoot, as her skirts flowed and billowed along her every movement. If Clint was trying not to stare at her directly, he unfortunately wasn't very good at it. And with concern, Riley noticed the disdain in his eyes when she hugged Shane and started chatting excitedly. Abigail was the polar opposite, in the way she acted all nonchalantly and kept her posture extremely casual. She smirked and rolled her eyes at anyone complimenting her dress, but soon settled into her usual group of friends and as far away from her parents, as physically possible. Haley posed a little to better show off her new dress and happily chatted with Jody and Caroline about the cut and some issues she had with shipping.

It was then that Riley caught a glimpse of auburn in the crowd and her heart skipped a beat, when she saw Elliott and Leah chatting with Marnie and Harvey. He looked handsome (but then Riley always thought he was) with his blue overcoat complimenting his fair skin tone, while contrasting his coppery hair. Leah, who didn't seem too interested in the conversation at hand, ended up catching her gaze and gave a small wave. Riley felt like she missed a step on a staircase and could hardly control the nervous flutter in her chest, when Elliott turned his head in her direction too. His noble features turned from confused to an amused smile as he spotted her. And just like the gentleman he was, he gave her a courteous nod. Riley could not help, but smile back warmly with butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

It was silly.

But a crush was a crush.

Ever since Elliott had invited her for drinks during a chance meeting at the saloon, Riley had been head over heels for the cocky and slightly eccentric writer. He was charming in his good old fashioned way. Not only did he look like the figurative embodiment of a Jane Austen character. He also played the part: always most polite and private in an outside setting and so very concerned about the impression he made on others. But once rather tipsy, Elliott had been much more forthcoming in what was actually going on in his mind. Riley fondly remembered how she couldn't stop laughing after unexpectedly hearing Elliott say ' shit ' for the first time.

It was nice. …

Just a shame, that his interest in her had not survived the night. While they had parted in good spirits, the next day, their interaction was back to pleasant conversation and occasional discussions on his drafts. Riley respected that. Of course she did. But that didn't stop her from developing quite a passion for fishing, in hopes to see him standing at the docks when battling his usual writer's block. For a moment Elliott looked as if he tried to excuse himself from his current company. He kept looking back at her with, what almost seemed like, impatience as he waited for Harvey to finish talking. But then, Mayor Lewis announced for the dance to begin and Elliot took Leah's hand, to gracefully lead her to the middle of the clearing, along with the other couples.

#stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley #elliott stardew valley #elliott x reader #sdv elliott #original female character #sdv fanfic #stardew valley farmer #sdv farmer #elliott sdv #stardew fanfic

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thatslikely · 4 years ago

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Mill Boy - F.W.

Mill Boy- Fred Weasley x fem!reader [1800s muggle!au]

warnings: mentions of child labor

word count: 3.4k

a/n: probably part one of a minseries? y/n and fred are about 10-11 in this so part ii could possibly be a timeskip

“Mum, can I go play? Please?” you pleaded, doe eyes shiny and prominent. Your mother, a hard working housewife, was bent over the sturdy kitchen table, dousing dirty dishes in scalding water, preparing them to be piled with the beef warming in the flames of the stove across the airy kitchen.

“Fine, Y/N, just please don’t get your dress dirty. Your father worked hard to afford such a fine cotton. He wouldn’t be pleased to see it ruined, now would he?” You eagerly nodded in agreement, ready to go enjoy the meadows lying across the walls of your humble residence. It was a beautiful spring day, most enticing one yet. Birds fluttered through the lush, brilliant cedar trees, enjoying the tranquil air that comes with the season. Ox-eye daisies dotted the expansive hills, all the way down to the slowly trickling creek.

You slipped your muddied boots over the clean, cotton socks adorning your feet, grabbing your hat to shield your youthful eyes from the golden star above right after. You slipped it over your locks, which were neatly tied into pig-tails with silky, baby pink ribbons Mother bought you for your birthday.

You skipped through the propped back door, little giggles of delight humming through your throat. Any traces of the harsh winter that stormed the land only a few months prior were washed away with the glimmering sunlight, which coerced the wildflowers to bloom from buds to petaled cups of sweetness.

With a smile, you followed a path of vibrant, woolly blue violets, carefully plucking their stems for a nice arrangement to become the perfect centerpiece for dinner. The colour, in your opinion, complimented the pastel pinks of your dress perfectly, filling you with even more glee. How you wished that you could spend all your time out of the confines of buildings, having fun and being free of responsibility.

It was most unladylike to go splashing in the cool water of the stream, and you would surely be scolded for it if you chose to do so. You had attempted to conceal your submersion in the winding brook once before, but the liquidy footprints you left on the floors of your house quickly outed your escapade. Fearing another stern talk, which was not pleasant in the slightest, you simply skipped to its edge, astutely observing its reflective surface with admiration.

The crystalline liquid glossed over smooth stones adorned with moss so peacefully, its pace never wavering, not even for a second. The mere idea of something perpetually in motion, never having to stop and take a break, as you did many times after a long day of running in the fields, chasing butterflies, astounded you.

Everyone had to go to sleep, or stop for a breath every once in a while, right? Scampers, the stray which adored your family’s covered porch, went to bed at odd times, most often at noon. And yet, he still slept. The grocer down the lane kept his shop attended every time you’d visit, but the windows would soon be curtained and dim when the moon came out to rule the seemingly never ending sky.

You prodded the cool creek with your finger, letting the water continue to flow past it unbothered, as if it were nothing but another stray twig. The thirst for answers dripped down from your mind, enveloping your body in a sensation that couldn’t be mended by simply drinking the water. You were amazed, and you had to see more, know more. You followed the bends of the stream, far beyond the view of your house.

Nobody had ever outright stated that you shan’t see where it goes, where the water ends, so naturally you had to discover it yourself. Maybe you’d be met with a secret alcove, your own private pocket of the boundless world. Alternatively, maybe you would stumble across a small house entangled high up in the branches of a tree, and fly up to its entrance like a fairy from a tale recited before bed. Or even, most enticing of all, maybe there was a prince waiting for you where the water ends; a prince who’d sweep you off your feet, offering you a chance to live in a magnificent castle situated in a far away land.

You hummed songs that your frilly-dressed peers would chime in unison during recess, filling the still air. The toes of your boots leaped from one large rock to another, balancing on their flat surfaces like a game of hopscotch.

The soft, sweet humming echoing through his cove from a ways down the creek instantly perked Fred’s curiosity, luring him in like a siren’s song. He halted his stick-poking of the ants inching up the burly trunk of the ancient tree, swinging his gingered-head down, so his vision lay unobscured by the low-hanging branches.

No one ever came to visit Fred when he lay slouched in the safe, knotted branches of his tree; whether it was because his family couldn’t locate him or the fact that they were aware that he needed a break, he didn’t know. Days spent in the mill were painful and excruciatingly long, so during the few spare moments he had to himself, he’d spend it talking to the lush wildlife surrounding him. He’d never be talked over by the weeds or birds, they’d just sit and listen, exactly what he needed.

He nearly fell to the grassy ground trying to find the source of the melodic songs, curious to see who dare disturb the previously hidden Fort Fred. He imagined himself as a skillful militiaman, like his brothers, ready to charge and overtake the enemy, even if the music-maker was nothing near a threat.

Just as he was about to jump down to investigate on his own two feet, the source was finally revealed. An absolutely beautiful girl- a princess, rather, approached the tree. She was dressed in a light pink gown, as if she had just come back from a royal ball. Her singing brought serenity all around, as if she were somehow communicating with the birds and butterflies, allowing them to chirp and flutter along. At the same time, however, her well-loved boots and hat altered her look to something of a daring adventurer, exploring the unknown paths of thicket.

“Hello,” you said angelically, clasping your hands together across your waist. You were completely surprised to meet a companion on your previously solo expedition, and a dashing, amiable one at that.

You’d never seen this particular boy at school before; he seemed different than all your icky male peers. The boys at school would tug on your pigtails during tests, claim you were infested with disgusting germs at recess, and chase you around the yard tauntingly. But this boy’s features resonated nothing but kindness: the crinkles around his eyes from smiling, light orange freckles all across his nose, his shaggy, fiery red hair topped with a patched-up flat cap.

Maybe there was a prince at the end of the brook after all.

The friendly-appearing boy hopped down from his perch in the tree, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaves in his suspendered trousers and white button up with a suspicious look. “And who would you be, miss?”

“Erm- my name’s Y/N. What’s your’s?” You couldn’t help but smile, and your cheeks prickled as if a ladybug were crawling across them.

He stepped closer to you, his composure open and honest. “I’m Fred, Fred Weasley. I live down the way, near the mill.”

“Nice to meet you, Fred Weasley.” You did a proper courtesy, just as you had been taught so many times before, then adding, “what’s a mill?”

Fred’s jaw dropped, as if it had no hinges. “You’re joking, right? You don’t know about the mill? I work there just about every day of the week.” He pointed further down the creek, opposite the direction of your house, astonishment swimming in his mahogany brown eyes.

“I’ve never heard anything of the sort. What do you do in a mill, exactly?”

“Well, there’re these big, loud machines that're always moving. They get power from this huge wooden wheel upstream that’s always spinning. They make tons of pieces of fabric out of wool. Maybe I even weaved some of the cloth used to make that very dress you’re wearing right now.”

You marvelled at his descriptions, even the simple way he spoke, articulated his words. Those utterly despicable boys at school would’ve just stuck their tongues out at you disrespectfully, not giving you the time of day, but Fred couldn’t be more different. He spoke to you as if you two were something of equals.

“Oh wow.” You were barely able to suppress a flustered giggle. Why were you feeling so, mushy around Fred, the sensation comparable only to the consistency of porridge? “I didn’t know you were so talented to do that.”

“Aww,” -he blushed, scratching the nape of his neck- “I mean, it’s not too difficult, you could probably do it if you tried. After a while ‘course.”

“Nonsense.” You not-so-nonchalantly rubbed your palms up and down your dress, noticing beads of perspiration accumulating on them. While doing so, the bushel of hooded violets resting in your pocket became evident. You pulled one from your stash, saying, “do you want one of my flowers? I picked them down near my house.”

Fred swore at any moment, if anything were so much as to touch him, he would burst. He’d never experienced these, admittedly strange, feelings before. It felt like his last meal wouldn’t settle in his stomach, or as if he’d just run a horse’s distance by the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. Was he sick? Should he go tell mum?

“I, erm, of course,” he stuttered, barely capable of moving his lips to form coherent words. “You have e-excellent taste in flowers, miss Y/N.”

“Thanks. I picked plenty, for a nice centerpiece at home. Mum always loves flowers.” You fiddled with the frills and layers of your dress, doing something to occupy your energetic fingers. Fred studied the flower intently with his brows furrowed, tugging on its petals and anthers.

After Fred was satisfied with his examination of the violet, he said, “you know, there’s some really pretty yellow flowers growing down by the mill. They’d go perfectly with these here.”

“Will you take me?”

“Of course I will. We’d best get going, though. Don’t wanna miss dinner.” Fred gestured for you to follow his lead, walking through the knee-high blades of grass as if he were wading through a river. When he quickly noticed your look of apprehension, not wanting to dirty your dress or have an unwanted animal encounter, he grabbed your palm with a grin, forcing you to trail behind him.

You two distantly followed the path of the creek, adventure flowing through both of your veins. Fred’s grip on your hand was gentle, despite the calloused patches scattered over his skin, no doubt a result of the ‘large machines’ he described working on in the mill.

After a while of giggling and jogging, the distant outline of a building across the stream was visible. Its four walls were composed of rough, grey stones used as bricks; it’s roof was sealed with jagged pieces of slate, some out of place. But the biggest surprise came not with the building itself, but to the right of it. A humongous, wooden wheel spun through the rill, rhythmically splashing the previously tranquil water as it continued flowing. It was as if everything today was out of a fairy tale, but this was the most outlandish of them all. A giant wheel, spinning in pace through the water?

“Well, we’re here.” While Fred usually dreaded returning back to the mill, as his time within the confines were never pleasant, tolerable at best, he was glad to be here with company and a different mission. He wasn’t going to be making fabric today, no, he was on the search for bundles of corn-yellow flowers, with the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. True royalty, a princess through and through.

“Wow. That wheel’s ginormous! How does it work?” This time, it was your mind that curiosity flooded, and it ceased to relent.

“Erm, I don’t exactly know. All I know is that the creek pushes the wheel, for some reason. I’ll ask Dad about it sometime, he’ll know.” You nodded appreciatively, satisfied at the promise of an answer.

“Now what do you say we go find some of those flowers?”

“Yes please!” You started peering around the water’s edge, attempting to spot any signs of cheerful, yellow flowers.

While you continued digging through ferns and bushes, searching for gold, Fred enchanted you from a distance across the shaded meadow. “I think my brother Percy said that the flowers are called Golden Alexanders. He’s one to always go a bit heavy on books during his breaks.”

‘You’ll have to ask your brother how they got their name. The first part’s fairly obvious, the Alexander portion not so much.”

“I’m gonna have to ask everyone in my family questions if I keep showing you new things by the looks of it,” he giggled, walking around the grassy plateau with his hand shielding his eyes from the setting sun.

“Teacher always tells me during lessons, ‘curiosity killed the cat’-”

“Poor kitty,” Fred muttered.

“-But satisfaction brought it back. So you best bring me back some answers tomorrow, because I don’t exactly fancy dying.” Fred’s eyes widened with his new, highly-important mission. “I’d at least wish to go out in a heroic way, not at the hands of my own unquenched curiosity.”

“That’s quite the big word.”

“I know, I learned it the other day!” you giggled, covering your toothy grin with your hand. “Isn’t it cool?” Fred responded with a handsome, wide smile and concurring nod. His eyes were filled to the brim with joy; they reminded you of warm evenings sitting around the crackling fire charring logs and embers.

You scourged through the brush for a while longer until the soothing trickling of water was interrupted by Fred’s distinct voice, shouting, “Oh, I think I found some o’er here!”

You skipped to Fred’s direction, the toes of your boots patting the grass lightly. Fred was leaning down over a small patch of Golden Alexanders, watching a few bumblebees buzz between the central stigmas protected in the wreaths of small petals.

Without thinking, you swiftly wrapped your arms around Fred, his back pressed to your chest tightly. “Thank you, Fred. These’ll look great. You’ve got quite the eagle eye.” Your cheeks burned, and your soft arms were swept with tiny goosebumps.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m just glad you’re happy.” You unleashed Fred from your grasp, nearly tumbling to the ground with flusteredness. The porridge-ish feeling was back, and your now-wobbly legs weren’t exempt. “Your smile’s contagious, you know.”

Fred’s reaction to your hug was slightly different, but equal in magnitude. His chest puffed as if it were fluttering with butterflies that would glide low near the grass, his neck, which tingled after your every exhale, was burning like brush, and his breath all but stopped, which he paid no mind to.

To distract himself from the foreign sensations racking his body, he pointed to the revolving wheel sputtering the crystalline, flowing water, saying, “Do you think it's possible for me to climb the wheel? I’d wager I could.”

“You’d be a madman if you did.” You daintily trailed behind him like a curious cat, spying on his actions from afar.

“Then I guess I’ve got to do it.” He stepped one foot on one of the damp wooden beams, which proved successful until the churning of the wheel shook off his balance. He stumped to the group with an ‘ow’, groaning, “Princess, you were supposed to catch me.”

“Sorry,” you cheekily giggled, suppressing your smile with your cupped palm. You looked in all directions but Fred’s to avoid an assumed scornful glare, but instead you were met with a chuckling redhead, his umber eyes screwed shut with laughter.

Childish titter occupied the still Spring air, blending in with the trickling water and occasional melody chirped by a lone sparrow or two. Your fingers intertwined with Fred’s to prevent you from falling backwards into the puddles of sludge strewn through the sunset-soaked blades of grass.

Eventually, Fred could be your stabilizing tether no longer, and you both fell backwards, hands still locked playfully. You started to get up from the soft cushion composed of a plethora of plants before the flat-capped ginger motioned for you to remain relaxed on the ground, the large tufts of your gown and all.

You complied, and before you knew it, you were making out the shapes of pink-hued clouds, improvising tales and fables to enchant Fred with.

“That one looks like a rabbit, doesn’t it?” you would say, or “that one looks like a mule-”

“-riding on a carriage!” Fred finished, giggling in unison with you. As your throat erupted with chuckles, you and the prince beside you clutched your stomachs which were rattling with joy.

After a while of staring up at the deepening sky, you said, “I think I’ve got to go back for dinner, Mum’ll be expecting me.” Fred immediately stood up, quick as a soldier, and he outstretched his arm chivalrously to help you sit up as well.

“I’ll walk you back, don’t worry. Who would I be to let a princess such as yourself brave the wilderness alone?”

“How kind of you, good sir,” you replied with a joking curtsy and exaggerated accent dripping with poshness. Your fingers intertwined with Fred’s again for the second time that day, and this time they felt more familiar, as if you could pinpoint every sun-owing freckle or crease in his pale skin.

Your connected arms swung rhythmically as you both relaxedly walked towards the direction of your humble residence, careful to avoid stepping on dotted ladybugs that scurried through the grass. Occasionally, you or Fred would release a clever wisecrack or randomly twirl, basking in the pink rays of sunshine that gradually depleted, but for most of the trek home, you stayed quiet, simply enjoying each other’s company: a luxury that was hard to come by in Fred’s house of nine.

When your house was finally visible on the thin line of the horizon, Fred’s eyes couldn’t help but light up. Your home didn’t look much different than the Weasley’s, save for its size being half as big. Your chimney wasn’t as crooked and worn by the elements as the gingered clan’s was either, but the young boy didn’t seem to notice. All he could see was an elegant castle suited for no one but the best.

At long last, you arrived on your back porch. The door was wide open, where your mother leaned her aproned hips against the frame with a smile. Wonderful aromas wafted from the kitchen to you and Fred’s nostrils, beckoning you to take a seat at the dinner table and dig in. “Now who might this be, Y/N?”

“My name’s Fredrick Weasley ma’am.” Youthfulness glinted his eyes as he reached his hand to shake your mother’s. “I go by Fred.”

“You’ve got quite the firm shake,” she said, suppressing a chuckle, “I hope you and Y/N had fun today? By the look of her dress, she did.”

Your cheeks burned like a tin fresh out of the oven as you looked down in horror to see brown splotches of dirt strewn across the fluff and frills. “Mum, I-”

“Shh, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” you mother cooed in a whisper, eyeing the oblivious redheaded boy next to you, who was equally smudged with mud but complemented with a sweet, wide-mouthed smile.

“Well, Y/N dear, it’s dinner time. Does your guest Mister Weasley care to join us?”

“No thank you, Miss Y/L/N, I’ve got to be on my way back to my home as well.” Fred pulled you closer to him, so that your chest was mere inches away from his’. A sudden burst of confidence pumped through his veins, and with that, he gave a light pack to your cheek.

Your eyes widened with shock; his lips left a tingly imprint on your nerves as he turned back around towards the creek. I’ll never wash my face again, you thought, cupping your cheek with your palm.

“Bye princess, I’ll see you tomorrow, promise?” he shouted, giving you a final wave.

“Promise. Bye, Mill Boy. See you then!” And with that, he was off following towards the water in which he came, the orange sunlight turning his figure into a fading silhouette.

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Under Pastel Skies - 1

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,183

Warnings: none

A/N: This is brand new and probably one of the softest series I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it, these two are going to fall in love so hard!

“I don’t feel good.”

You started rocking back and forth, your breathing coming too fast and too shallow. A drop of sweat rolled down from your armpit, making you hyperaware of the fact that you were looking like a mess. You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead and groaned; your hairline was wet.

Looking at your dress, you felt bile rise up in your throat.

You should have worn the blue dress. Blue was a nice colour, everyone loved blue. Blue made people calm and at ease. No, instead, you had taken Natasha’s advice and put on the tight orange-red dress that clung to your body and made your breasts look incredible.

But now the dress stuck uncomfortably to your body, the space between your breasts was wet and glistening. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. Red was the colour of passion, of anger and danger, and you just had to deal with your poor life decision.

Although deep down, you knew it wasn’t about the dress, or its colour.

“Relax,” Natasha said, sipping her lemonade. “I’m here, it’s going to be fine.”

“I am not fucking relaxed, Nat,” you repeated with a scoff. “I’m at a bar, about to meet a potential sugar daddy; that’s not what normal people do on a Friday night.”

“You’d be surprised,” she sassed. You gave her an unimpressed look. “Look, you can live with me for as long as you like, and you can work odd shifts at the hotel for the rest of your life if that’s what you want. But I know you, you’re an artist, and artists need freedom and benefactors. Sam is the reason I finished paying my tuition. You can call him my sugar daddy, but I prefer the word scholarship.”

Yeah, it was only a matter of perspective –and vocabulary. Some may call this whole thing brilliant, others stupid. You weren’t quite sure what to think yet.

“And this guy’s legit?” you asked for the nth time.

“Yes, Sam says he’s a great guy; sweet, handsome, thoughtful. He’s the whole package.”

“Mmmh.”

You eyed the pair of napkins the waiter had placed on the table along with your drinks, and wondered if it would be appropriate to stick them under your armpits to sop up the sweat trickling down your sides.

“Oh, fuck it,” you grumbled, reaching for the napkins.

You patted your armpits dry while you anxiously scanned the growing crowd. It was a high end bar, definitely not your usual hang out spot. The patrons were dressed in designer clothes and wore jewellery that cost more than your three years of art classes at the School of Visual Arts.

“Do we really have to stay sober?”

Natasha cocked a brow at you. “You don’t drink.”

You only groaned in response.

“I know how you’re feeling, I’ve been there, too,” she replied. “It’ll be like a normal first date. You’ll get to know each other, see if you guys hit it off, and if everything goes well you’ll talk about the arrangement. You can’t give consent if you’re under the influence of alcohol, so drink your lemonade and stop fussing, yeah?”

Like an obedient child, you brought the bent straw to your lips and took a quick sip of the icy refreshment. You toyed with the straw and watched the ice cubes slowly shrink. It was strangely soothing.

“They’re here.”

And just like that, your panic returned full force. You snapped your head up and tried to smile when you saw Sam approaching your table. You set your drink down on the coffee table and wiped your clammy hands on your dress.

Natasha stood up and gave Sam a kiss. While she wiped off a smudge of lipstick she had left on his upper lip, you glanced at the man behind Sam.

He was tall, muscular, and had a mysterious air about him. He was dressed casually, in black jeans and white t-shirt with a maroon bomber jacket that suited his pale complexion. The left sleeve of his jacket was tucked inside, empty.

Even without being an expert in behaviour analysis, you could tell he felt uncomfortable. He bowed his head to hide his face and kept looking around as if someone was going to attack him or as if he wanted to know where the nearest exit was.

Sam whispered something in the man’s ear and clapped him on the back before he turned to you.

“Okay, we’ll let you guys get to know each other.” Natasha looped her arm through Sam’s, and gave you an encouraging smile. You heard Sam whispering to his friend again. “Buck, seriously, you look like someone shoved a broomstick up your ass. Relax, man.”

“We’ll be over at the bar if you need anything.”

She gave you a thumbs-up as Sam led her across the crowd, toward the bar. With an authoritative look, Sam pointed to the seat across from yours and mouthed ‘sit’ at his friend who rolled his eyes and ground his teeth in response.

“Hi,” you started, trying to sound cheerful but the slight tremble in your voice gave you away.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he cut you off, “you seem like a nice girl but I’m not looking for anyone, least of all a sugar baby. I told Sam it was a stupid idea, but he never listens. This has nothing to do with you, I’m sure you’re great. I’m really sorry, I hope you’re not disappointed.”

He had barely made eye contact with you during his long-winded speech but you did notice that they were blue. Now that you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, your shoulders lowered and you felt yourself smiling.

“Of course, I understand. I wasn’t particularly thrilled, too. No offense.”

He bent his head and ran a hand through his hair, his lips curved up in a soft smile. “Is your friend as meddling as mine?”

You let out a loud laugh, your eyes widening. “More! If meddling were an Olympic sport, Nat would have more medals than Michael Phelps.”

His shoulders shook in a soundless chuckle but he still wasn’t looking at you. “So why’d you agree?”

You took your glass of lemonade and played with the straw while you searched for an answer that wouldn’t sound too desperate or dramatic. You majestically failed.

“I guess I felt like I had nothing to lose.” You shrugged. “It’s like when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff and you only have two options; jumping off the cliff or getting eaten by a pack of wolves,” you said, checking them off on your fingers as you enumerated them. “You have to choose the lesser of two evils.”

He frowned, a curious glint in his eyes and a hint of a smile curved his lips. Your eyes widened when you realized you might have offended him.

“Not that I think you’re evil,” you rushed to add. “What I meant to say is that sometimes you don’t really have a choice. And when you have no other option but to jump, well... your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.”

He slowly raised his eyes to meet yours, a form of understanding in the depth of his icy blue eyes. He was truly handsome; a little older than the men you usually went out with, but he had kind eyes and very, very nice lips. You looked away, feeling a little foolish.

“Wow, I’m fun at parties, uh? Guess you dodged a bullet,” you laughed, cringing a little as you said it.

He returned a tight smile, loaded with something sad. He looked at you a moment longer and you held your breath, suddenly hoping he would stay and chat. A solemn expression crossed his face and he seemed to go through some kind of inner struggle before he reached a decision.

“It was nice meeting you,” he said, shaking your hand before wishing you goodnight. You watched him leave the bar, his shoulders hunched forward, looking as tense as he did when he entered.

That tiny flicker of hope left with him.

“Hey!” Sam called out, a deep frown on his face as he approached you. “Where is he going?”

“It didn’t work out,” you answered with a shrug.

Sam deflated. “I bet he didn’t even try.”

“Does it really matter?” you replied, shrugging into your coat, something way too thin for the changing weather. “He’s not ready, and honestly, you can’t blame him. This sugar daddy-baby thing isn’t for everyone.”

“I know that,” Sam argued, blowing out a frustrated breath. He turned to Natasha, silently pleading with her to understand, but she was as clueless as you were.

There were lots of reasons Sam wanted Bucky to meet you, and none of them included sex. It was difficult to explain his motivations without betraying his friend’s trust; without telling you too much about Bucky.

“I’m not trying to find him a girlfriend,” Sam continued. “He needs more friends, and he has connections to help you in the art world. I thought you two could help each other out.”

You wrapped your scarf around your neck and grabbed the backpack you had shoved under your seat. It contained your work uniform, clean underwear, toiletries, a bottle of water, your wallet, and a couple of granola bars. Your whole life was in that backpack.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you said, adjusting the trap of your bag. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” You turned to Nat. “I’m going to stay at the hotel tonight, my shift starts at 6 so you’ll have the apartment to yourself.”

Without waiting for an answer, you disappeared into the crowd and headed for the door. Outside the wind was blowing, the cold air biting at your face and bare legs. You took a deep breath, watching as the cold air turned your breath into white smoke.

People were milling about, taking pictures of the skyscrapers, walking hand-in-hand and marvelling at pretty much anything. New York was full of contradictions; kind and hard, smooth and rough, poor and rich. It was exciting to live here, it was exciting to see how people lived together despite their differences. For an artist such as yourself, it was a gold mine of infinite inspiration.

In front of you, a taxi drove closer to the curb, then slowed as a man stepped onto the street and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder and saw you standing there. Sam’s friend smiled at you.

He noticed your light coat, your backpack and your scuffed ankle boots. It was hard to believe that under your coat, you were wearing a sexy little number. He imagined that this was more your style, and he liked it. It was fresh, laidback, casual. He could even see a few drops of paint on the toe of your boots, a smattering of orange and blue.

“Hi, again,” he said. “Wanna share a cab?”

You nodded eagerly, your face half buried in your scarf. You were positively freezing, you didn’t even think twice about following him. He let you climb in first and jumped in after you, angling his body to hide his missing arm.

You gave the driver the address of a Holiday Inn in the Flatiron District and sank into the seat. It dawned on you that you didn’t even know his name. Sam had called him Buck, but you were pretty sure it was one of those nicknames only long-time friends are allowed to use.

“Bucky,” he said with a genuine smile after you told him your name. “I’m sorry I ruined your evening. How long are you going to stay in town?”

“No worries, you didn’t ruin anything. And I live in New York. I live with Natasha.”

“Aren’t we going to a hotel?” Bucky asked, looking out the window with a frown.

“Yup, I work there. Breakfast attendant. I figured Sam and Nat would like some privacy and sometimes my co-worker at the front desk let me borrow a room for the night.”

The car pulled to a stop at the curb and you reached into the front pocket of your backpack to retrieve your wallet. Bucky stopped you.

“Please, let me pay,” he said. “As a sorry for dragging you to a bar and leaving without even telling you my name.”

“Ouch, yes, when you put it like that it wasn’t a great night,” you said with a crooked smile. He responded with an exaggerated cringe. It made you laugh. “Hey, it wasn’t you who dragged me to a bar, it was Sam. You can always tell him to pay you back.”

His eyes brightened. “I definitely will.”

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you giggled, closing the door behind you. You walked up to the big automatic doors and waved goodbye one last time.

“’Night, angel.”

Bucky asked the driver to wait until you were safe inside before driving away. As he watched you, he thought back to what you had said earlier.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

This time, it made him smile.

part 2

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