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raychillxo · 4 days ago

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

This question is still up for debate lol

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

My sister 🇬🇧

03: Do you regret anything?

I do have some regrets, but I don’t dwell on them. I feel like things work out for one reason or another.

04: Are you insecure?

Well, I’d be lying if I said I’d didn’t have some insecurities. I wouldn’t label myself as insecure.

05: What is your relationship status?

I am in one.

06: How do you want to die?

Preferably quick and painless.

07: What did you last eat?

Bean dip lol

08: Played any sports?

I played soccer when I was young.

09: Do you bite your nails?

I currently am unable to lol but yes.

10: When was your last physical fight?

Uh like 12 years ago? lol

11: Do you like someone?

I like a handful of people.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes. I do not recommend.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Hating takes to much energy lol

14: Do you miss someone?

Yes I really do.

15: Have any pets?

A few actually.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Clearly bored lol but kinda just bleh

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Yes lol

18: Are you scared of spiders?

To an extent. I don’t like the unknown, and those fuckers are gone in two seconds lol

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No. Past belongs in the past.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

Wtf is snogging? lol and after figuring this out, just know it was recently lol

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Working and doing whatever lol

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Yes I always have. Honestly I’d be happy if I could have one.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

lol like one unfortunately

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Depends at what age lol

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

I like thinking of good memories. However, who’s meant to be in your life will be there.

26: What are you craving right now?

To be with my sister

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

No conformation but I’m pretty sure lol

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

I know happy tears, otherwise I’m not sure.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

I just want to be where I belong.

31: Does somebody love you?

Yes.

32: What is your favorite color?

Purple and Lime Green

33: Do you have trust issues?

I think most people now a-days do lol

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I couldn’t tell you honestly.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Does FaceTime count? Lol

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Let’s just say I’m known for it.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

I don’t forget. I forgive too easily normally.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I mean considering it’s just began, all I can do is hope and make it great.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Uh 9? lol

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Yes lol

51: Favorite food?

Sushi 🍱 🍣

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Mostly

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

I smoked the devils lettuce 💨

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No it’s not. Recognize the signs you’re unhappy and leave.

55: Are you mean?

Naturally, no. It takes me a lot to get to that point. However, people underestimate me lol

56: How many people have you fist fought?

lol 2?

57: Do you believe in true love?

As in “the one”? I definitely use too. I believe you can end up loving multiple people through out your life. Different types of love, but love nonetheless. I believe in soul mates but not in the stereotypical way.

58: Favorite weather?

Chilly. I like hoodies and anything extra soft and comfy. What can I say lol

59: Do you like the snow?

I haven’t had to live in it as an adult so it’s easy for me to say yes currently lol

60: Do you wanna get married?

I have been. I’m open to it.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

To an extent lol seems to be the norm for most people.

62: What makes you happy?

lol anything colorful, shiny, cute or most things from Japan lol

63: Would you change your name?

Yes! To what, no idea lol

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Nope. Happens often

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Been there lol best advice be honest and respectful.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

I use too.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Chris

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Abbie

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Yes, very much so.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

A select few.

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gothamghostwhispers · 5 months ago

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Oh boy all of them?? Alright here we go

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

They’re both dead but I had a good relationship with my mom and a bad one with my dad

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

That’d be my husband Beau

03: Do you regret anything?

Everyone has their regrets

04: Are you insecure?

Eeeeeh depends

05: What is your relationship status?

Married! ^u^

06: How do you want to die?

Like in my sleep I guess? Or like surrounded by friends and family where I know they’re safe

07: What did you last eat?

Uuuuuuuuuh….. I think last night

08: Played any sports?

I did dance up until I was 16…

09: Do you bite your nails?

Not really, used to buy got out of the habit when Calendar Man told me how that got his last goons caught by the Bat so I stopped at like 17ish

10: When was your last physical fight?

A couple weeks ago

11: Do you like someone?

Yeah

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes, in college

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Yes

14: Do you miss someone?

Yeah :c I miss my husband, I’m glad I went to a specialist but it was difficult to sleep

15: Have any pets?

Anon we have so many pets, and also also some creatures that live here but are not pets

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Relieved, doctors switched out the additives for a saline drip so Peeta should be waking up soon

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

I’m basically the designated spider catcher in the goonion because of my notorious lack of a care about spiders

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No. I like the present very much actually, way more then my past

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

…. The lab

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

As long as nothing happens? Weekend in

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I’ve actually always wanted to have kids, never wanted to give birth though which was a whole thing for a bit

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yes… let see… a labret, nose, both lobes, upper lobe on my left, and both orbital conchs… so that’s 7

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English for sure, but also fae lore is probably my best subject now since meeting Beau

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Sometimes I miss Anna, but she was still deep in the cult… she was even there for the abduction

26: What are you craving right now?

Batburger

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I don’t think I have?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

I don’t think so?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Hospitals smell bad

31: Does somebody love you?

Yes

32: What is your favourite color?

Blue

33: Do you have trust issues?

Eeeeeh I don’t think my issues are do use around trust

I’m pretty good at figuring out who to trust

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I had a strange dream, I was floating inside a giant tube and Beau walked in and like dropped his clipboard with a shocked express

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Beau

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Eeeeeh not sure nobody’s really bothered for a second chance

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I think it might be yeah

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I think I was 15?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

Is it corny to say anything my husband makes for me? I like a lot of things

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yeah

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Checked the locks and set up traps since hotel locks are garbage

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No, you set the rules of the relationship why would you ever break them?

55: Are you mean?

I don’t think I am

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Too many to count

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

I like slightly cloudy days and clear skies at night

59: Do you like the snow?

It’s alright, I don’t like the cold but snow is alright

60: Do you wanna get married?

I am married and I’m still having a wedding later

Yes clearly

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Depends on how it’s said

62: What makes you happy?

There’s a lot of things that make me happy, spending time with my family, reading… like there’s many things in life that bring joy

63: Would you change your name?

I already changed my name once and I like my current name

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Not at all

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Uuuuh next question

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

What does complete self even mean?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

I think it was one of the doctors

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

That’d be my eldest daughter Sofia

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Kind of hard not to

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Yeah, my family

#whispers #only in gotham #only in gotham rp #bugboi #alvi #Sofia #Peeta #Anna #ask meme

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lovestuckyhatemarvel · 1 year ago

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Season 2 finale!

1.) Mike is so angry at Hopper

2.) I’m with Hopper and also he puts up with a lot and just hugs Mike.

3.) Lucas and Dustin hug El ❤️ and El notices Dustin’s teeth but ignores Max to hug Joyce and I am sad about that! I forgot how eager Max is for friends!!!!

4.) I forgot the gate got huge

5.) Karen is reading a romance novel in a bubble bath. I’m guessing she’s literally never had romance.

7.) rolling my eyes at Billy hitting on Karen so hard. Karen you can do better. Maybe. Barely.

8.) mike is the first person to realize this plan will kill Will

9.) the group kind of agrees that they need to burn it out of will first

10.) ‘I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend but it turns out I’m a pretty damn good babysitter’ and ‘it’s ok nance’ are what steve says when he tells Nancy to go with Jonathan

11.) so the teams are: el with hopper as team 1. Jonathan, nancy, Joyce and will as team 2. Literally everyone else on team 3.

12.) El admits she went to see Mama with a nice man in a big truck and Hopper does a very good job at not losing it. Hopper tells El about Sarah for the first time. Hopper gives such a good apology. El apologizes too

13.) bitchin

14.) I forgot Dustin makes Steve put the demo dog corpse in the fridge

15.) Steve shoots down the lure plan so hard and I’m with him. Mom Steve is here

16.) and now Billy is here, goddamnit

17.) Steve’s act might have worked if the kids hadn’t been looking out the window

18.) damn Billy really stomped on Steve. Billy is such a racist creep. Lucas kicked him in the balls

19.) Steve got 4 hits in before a plate was smashed over his head and then it’s just a fucking massacre until Max drugs him. It also takes like a minute to get him off his feet and even then he’s still conscious and max has to threaten him with the nail bat.

20.) I forgot the will exorcism is in hopper’s cabin

21.) steve is unconscious for seeeeeeeveral minutes and accidentally calls mike Nancy as he wakes up

22.) max is a terrifying driver

23.) I forgot Jonathan turns and hides his face in Nancy’s shoulder as Will screams

24.) yeah Steve has a massive concussion

25.) I forgot El and Dr Owens meet in this episode as Hopper puts a tourniquet on the man’s leg

26.) I forgot Will gets a hand free and starts to choke Joyce

27.) Steve says he’s in such deep shit before flicking the lighter

28.) Nancy jabs Will with a fireplace poker

29.) Steve and co light the demo dogs about the same time that the mind flayer leaves will

30.) will hugging joyce and Jonathan upon waking makes me want to write the duffers a letter to say those 3 have to live. The Byers have gone through enough shit.

31.) mike falls behind and is caught by a vine

32.) Steve kills the vine

33.) Dustin recognizes dart and gives him a three musketeer bar to get them past

34.) Steve gets the kids out of the tunnel first until it’s just him and dustin and he lifts Dustin so he’s not in the way of the demodogs

35.) the cgi is better this season mostly because they’ve given up on making every gateway look like placenta

36.) hopper is so worried about Jane. His daughter is levitating and then just drops

37.) one month later the lab is shut down and Murray watches them go

38.) hop meets with Murray at the bar that I’m pretty sure is the bar from season 1 where he asked about the guy who found the ‘body’

39.) hopper gets the birth certificate and gets permission for el to go to a dance ❤️❤️❤️❤️

40.) kids getting ready for dance montage is so cute

41.) kitten!!!! And also Steve drives Dustin. I forgot how cute this is. I love big brother Steve. But also him sadly looking at Steve is so sad. He then drove off.

42.) I just realized that unless I missed it, Nancy doesn’t actually admit she slept with Jonathan this season

43.) will leaves enough room for Jesus in his dance

44.) Dustin really tries but gets shot down hardddddd. In their defense ‘shall we’ is kind of odd as an approach

45.) I do love that Nancy dances with Dustin.

46.) Hopper and Joyce sharing a cigarette in the parking lot is cute af. Hopper is good at comforting tho

47.) I can’t feel super great about the any kids kissing when I know that Max’s first kiss was also her actress’ first kiss as well. And that’s rough.

48.) mind flayer pop up at the end

Final thoughts on season 2:

Cgi improved mostly because art direction on it shifted slightly. Audio balancing is better but not by much. Pacing is still kind of all over the place and we get a lot of times where we go multiple episodes without touching on one of the like 6 plots of the season. The most jarring and controversial one being Kali, who does show up like 5 times in the season technically but most are flashbacks. This is made worse by her never showing up in the show again as far as I know. There are also things there are just kind of dropped without warning or explanation. Like El’s knowledge and experience seem to vary wildly depending on what the scene needs.

And on interpersonal drama, I know it’s petty but Steve and Nancy don’t ever actually ever have a real conversation about their relationship in the show. Jonathan’s love of photography all but disappeared this season. The Byers dog is gone. The town mentions that Barb died from the leak but like, 8 people went missing last season. It wouldn’t have been hard to mention multiple people, including tragically high schooler Barbara Holland. Like this is one of a ton of shows where I’m not sure they have a continuity person on staff.

It’s a fun season to watch and the ads were slightly less egregious (kfc sad family dinner still terrible) but the Duffer Brothers still licked their way into this one over anything else.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #season 2 #s2e9

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ghostedgwen · 3 years ago

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ache in you | p.parker

note : yes i am being very generous with Peter angst because I can't help myself - this was supposed to be 6k but I didn't wanna push myself too hard today. I wrote this while watching Daredevil with my boyfriend <3

warning/s : gwen died, mentions of death, grieving, pure angst, self-deprecating thoughts and some self-loathing sprinkledin there, fluff in a flashback but that's it - the rest is pain, blood, injuries and wounds, language, no comfort :>

You could tell he blamed you in some way for her death - and that actually hurts more than when you heard that snap echo throughout the tower. It's been months since you last talked and your reunion didn't exactly provide healing. words : 4.2k

Peter blames you for Gwen. He never said it, but the way he looked at and talked to you since that tragic night - he didn't have to. You could see it so clearly, and what makes it worse was how he tried to act normal.

He remained civility after the funeral, but there was no denying the way he looked at you like you weren't supposed to be there. Like you were supposed to die and Gwen should've lived.

You were already suffering from survivor's guilt, and having the person you liked for years wish you were a ghost hurt more than Gwen's death. And she was your friend as well - they both were.

You exhale exasperatedly into your palms, resting your elbows on your knees and willing the tears to keep at bay. You just got out of grief group - and this time you didn't stay for their donuts and Marie's really great brownies.

This session was hard - it's 5 months now after her death.

"Hey hun, d'you need a minute?"

You look up, finding Marie smiling down at you, and you nod at her. Looking over the other people beginning to pile out. You didn't even realize you zoned out for the rest of the meeting.

"Yeah, sorry - " you draw out a long breath. "Did I miss much?"

"Not really," Marie shook her head. "You want more of those brownies?"

"Not today." You tell her and get up, ignoring the loud sound your chair made when you left it and looked around the now empty room.

Calm beige walls covered in colorful abstract-looking art, though you're pretty sure those are just very old and faded posters that didn't age well. It's a fairly big room, able to accommodate you and the 26 other people without a hassle.

It's brightly lit, and you liked that - you often had to attend at night, and it's a good contrast to your crying sessions in your dark car in the parking lot and that very inviting table at the side. Displaying a wide variety of food, some are kindly brought by the attendees and the others are provided by the organizers.

"Has it been helping?" Marie asked, you turn to her.

A woman in her late 40s yet she doesn't look over the age of 25, her curly auburn hair tied in a high ponytail. A long-sleeved shirt with weird colorful patterns that went with the necklace she always wore - a wedding band as a pendant.

"I don't know," you shrug. "I don't feel any worse or better than before."

Marie's hand instinctively went to her necklace, running her slender fingers along the ring. "I felt the same when I first established this - this group," she gives you a small smile. "I didn't know if it was even doing anything."

"And now?" You raise a brow at her.

"I'm still grieving, but not the same way as before. Before it was just pure pain and emptiness and numbness all at once - and now, I'm just simply missing a person who used to be mine."

You let out a shaky breath, licking your bottom lip that you were sure cracked, it stings a bit. "How does it feel - losing someone you loved?"

Marie blinked in surprise, she didn't expect you to ask that. She knew about you - well, from what you thought to share. She remembered your story and how you told it on your first day -

"Why don't we let our newcomer go next?" Marie offered, extending a hand to you. You sat in a circle with others, and you perk up at the gesture towards you. You nervously fiddle with the extra long sleeves of the hoodie you wore.

You felt extra seen, all their eyes were on you and despite the many layers you put on before leaving your home - you felt bare.

"Uhm - my name is ____ and I lost my friend, Gwen, just uhhh last week," you swallow the forming lump in your throat with a curt clearing of your throat. "And she uhh - she died because she saved my life."

You kept your eyes down, fiddling with your sleeves and pulling at the loose threads. "I see that event play out in my head every single night I go to bed - and I can't help but feel like it should've been me."

But the way you said it - it felt like someone else's words that you were making out to be your own.

"It felt like having a piece of me ripped out and after that was endless nothingness ," Marie began speaking after a moment of silence when she recalled the past. "It felt like - I was never going to be happy again and this pain will be all I'll ever know."

"It felt like that, huh?" You nod slowly. That must be what Peter felt - or maybe even worse because she wasn't supposed to die. It was going to be you and Gwen - the beautiful soul that she is - got you out of the way.

Marie frowns. "Is there something we should maybe talk abou - "

"No," you shake your head and begin turning away. "There's nothing, thanks for today. I'll get going now."

You didn't wait for her to respond, and made your way out the door. Tugging your coat tighter around you and breathing out to watch as your breath fogs and you take in the car horns and the chatter of passing pedestrians.

You walk all the way to your apartment. Didn't matter if it was too cold out and the walk took you an hour, you just badly needed to do something other than sit on a train and stare off at the first poster you could focus your eyes into.

Your hands are stuffed in your pockets, you kept your eyes lingering to take in every detail of the city as you passed by shops and buildings.

Ignoring the way your nose was feeling numb and you could barely feel your lips once you finally make it home, hanging your scarf by the door and shrugging your coat off - you make your way into your empty living room and drop on the couch.

Your eyes land on the framed picture on your coffee table. It's facing down, and you reach your hand up to put it back up - staring at at the three smiling faces inside the photograph. You wished you could live in there.

In that moment and just stay oblivious to the future - to remain happy with them in the good old days.

You stare at the picture. You held the camera, pointed at you three with your stretched arms - right beside you is Peter and Gwen. He had his arms around her and the both were giving tooth-grins while you gave a wide smile.

That was right before graduation.

"This sucks ass, Gwen." You heave a sigh and lean back, staring at your ceiling. "He hates me."

You could almost hear her chuckle, feel her scooting closer to you on the couch and deny those words - claiming that he's just hurt and you're jumping to conclusions. And you would have believed her.

She was always able to calm you down and talk some senses into both you and Peter. But she's no longer here and your thoughts were beginning to devour you whole.

You throw your arm over your eyes, embracing the darkness one more time - you figured you could hurt a little more tonight.

You saw it in slow motion - Harry flying towards you and about to grab you until Gwen pushed you out of the way and she ended up being taken instead. You laid there on the ground, watching as Peter was quick to go after them.

Swinging around to catch up and you quickly picked yourself up, yelling to Gwen and running after them - despite not being a superhero yourself - you figured you could maybe do something like how you helped earlier.

You ran into the clock tower and began making your way up, feeling the fear almost take over as you look up and see Gwen hanging by a web and Peter is stuck under the Green Goblin - it all happened too fast.

You were barely halfway up when you saw Gwen pass by you - a string of web rushing after her, and then the world stopped. It might have been the opposite for Peter - the world slowed down as Gwen was falling, went on again when she landed.

But it was different for you.

It happened too fast. You were barely able to register the blurry figure of Gwen falling past you as you tried to make your way up and then the world collectively stopped when you heard that snap echo and rattle your soul.

You made your way back down when you saw Peter drop after her, you tried to hurry but your legs felt weak and so you took a while to finally get down and once you did - the scene that greeted you was sure to make appearances in your nightmares.

"Gwen? Gwen?"

The pain in his voice felt like clawing in your heart and you felt your heart shatter at the sight - Peter cradled her limp body in his arms, blood flowing from her nose and her face quickly grew paler.

You fell to your knees a few feet away from them. Looking on as you hear Peter's sobs rattle your entire being and it felt like being broken down then out together over and over. Gwen is dead and she died because she saved you.

You jerk awake - not realizing you fell asleep on your couch and you relived that memory again. It's been that night playing in your dreams every single night for the past month, you didn't believe in ghost but it surely felt like being haunted.

You fish your phone out of your pocket to check the time. You took a nap for two hours but you did not feel rested at all, you got up from the couch and walked over to your kitchen. Turning the electric kettle on.

Leaning against the counter, arms folded over your chest, as you let the kettle fill the silence with its weird whirring noises. You cast your eyes down and will the image of him screaming with her body in his arms out of your head.

You heave out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair in frustration. You haven't had a good dream in so long - you didn't even care if it wasn't sunshine and rainbows.

You just badly needed it to not be that night.

After the water finished boiling, you pour it into a cup - your hand instinctively reaching for the spider-man mug you got as a joke. It was a deal - a pair of Spider-Man mugs sold as a package. You gifted the other one to Gwen for your graduation.

You wonder where it is now - did her mom keep it in their kitchen? She did claim it became her instant favorite. Because it was Peter's and because it came from you.

You put the teabag in and walk to your bedroom. Finding it to be in the same state as it had been for the past months.

Your bed was lazily made, and your study table remained untouched. You haven't gotten any work down since that night. You told your parents you were taking a year off to figure yourself out.

Told them you're gonna figure out what you wanted to do and that was partially true. You really did need to figure out what you wanted after you gathered yourself up from the puddle of mess you currently are now.

But that seems like lightyears away at the moment.

Grief group provided some sort of comfort, something to look forward to every week. Specially when all you do these days is lounge around your apartment and go out every once in a while to visit a bookstore down the road.

You sat on your bed, steaming cup in hand and took generous sips - ignoring the way it burned your tongue a bit because that was proving to be a distraction from the pictures you had up in the wall.

Right next to your lamp on your study table are printed pictures of you, Peter and Gwen. Celebrating different holidays and milestones. Your favorite one was during your graduation.

The cheering you did as Peter kissed Gwen on that stage was sure to compete with the rest of the crowd - you felt so happy for them. Despite the feelings you had for Peter, you found it in yourself to be happy for them.

There was no angst or bitter acceptance in your part, you loved Gwen before you even developed your little crush for Peter and those feelings remained even as the two dated. And you tagged along, being the best trio in Midtown.

Now - Peter most likely hates you and you both lost Gwen.

You lost your best friends and it felt like dying.

You set the mug down in your nightstand, walking over to your closet and opening it. Pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the hamper nearby - you jumped in place when you heard a tap on your window - from the fire escape.

You rush over to it, finding Peter - wearing the Spider-Man suit again and looking beat. You slide your window open hurriedly and help him inside, you practically drag him over to the bed where he laid down groaning in pain.

You didn't care about getting blood in your sheets, you needed to change them anyway, and grabbed your first aid from under your bed.

"Sorry for coming in unannounced," Peter said in between his groans, and you ignored that, pulling out the necessary things you needed from the kit. "I would have called but you changed your number."

You bit your lip before answering. "I didn't," you steal a glance at him before grabbing the pack of cotton balls. "My phone got destroyed when - "

You didn't finish and he didn't comment any further on that. Allowing you to adjust him on the bed, you stack pillows behind him to prop him up and you take a look over his injuries.

"Are you dying, or they just got you good?" You asked, you need to know how dire the situation is before you acted - inspecting his wounds and wincing at the tears on his suit.

"I got a little rusty," Peter groaned and turned over to his side, giving you access to the wide cuts on there. "And they got me good."

You suck in an exasperated breath before beginning to clean the wounds, ignoring the groans and howls of pain he let out. That went on for about 5 minutes, you cleaned his wounds in silence while he filled the silence with his grunts and whines.

Once you finished, you began covering some of the wounds up.

"Do I need stitches?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Luckily, no."

"Yay me," he said sarcastically, and his lazy gaze landed on you - he didn't even realize you were shirtless. Were you in the middle of something when he came in? He frowned at your lack of clothing. "Did I catch you on a bad time?"

"Uhh - " you look down at yourself and shook your head. You didn't even have it in you to feel embarrassed. This is your first time talking to him since the funeral and you just had to be shirtless while he's bleeding on your bed. "No, it's fine."

Peter nodded, watching your fingers work to patch him up - the same way Gwen used to. He heaves a sigh and you look at him worriedly, afraid he was hurting again and you missed something.

He sees the look and felt a tug at his heart.

"I would've done this myself but I saw your place was near and - you were the only person I could ask for help," Peter spoke quietly and you paused, your fingers remaining on his skin and feeling his warmth under your touch. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head and pull away, beginning to put the kit back together. "Don't be," you give him a tight-lipped smile. "Just glad to help."

Once finished, you got up and grabbed a shirt from your closet. Wearing it and shielding yourself from the cold that you were starting to feel - for a moment you forgot it was even there, with how warm Peter felt.

He adjusts himself on the bed, lying on his back and watching as you began cleaning up the bloody cotton pads off your floor and into the tiny bin under your desk. His eyes trail across the pictures you had on your wall.

"So, Spider-Man is back?" You ask him, leaning against the bathroom door with your arms crossed.

He gives you a sheepish grin. "I guess so."

You hesitated from asking - he could see it. The internal conflict before you managed to get the question out. "What changed? I thought you were gone for good."

"I watched her speech," Peter shrugged and gauged your reaction. "Figured the world still needed Spider-Man, doesn't matter if Peter Parker wasn't ready."

You frown at that, walking closer and sitting down on the bed - right next to him. "Spider-Man lost her too."

Peter slowly nods and avoids your eyes, keeping his on the picture of Gwen on your wall. "Yeah but Spider-Man had a job to do, people to save."

"You're not obligated to save the city," you tell him with a heavy sigh. "You're allowed to take breaks."

"And I took one. I visited her grave everyday - I didn't run into you even once?"

You cast your eyes down. "Yeah it's hard - I still think that it should've been me."

And he didn't say anything. Like you expected. He didn't give you words of affirmation or deny those words - because he believed that as well. He'd never say it out loud, but a big part of him agreed.

You were right. Talking to him after all this time will change nothing.

5 months of silence and your first conversation proves to add more pain than take it away.

You crinkle your nose and get up. "Feel free to rest, I'll go sleep in the guest room and uhh - make you breakfast if you're still here by the morning."

You paused by the door when he called your name.

"Thanks, for this by the way. I owe you one."

You chuckle. "Not just one - I keep a tab and yours are pretty long."

You left to head to the guestroom and Peter stayed on your bed, staring at the pictures while he lets his mind wander back into the past.

You sat giddily with your legs folded under you, you had on a giant green wool sweater that you had glued ornaments to. And in the middle were cut-outs of your, Gwen's and Peter's faces glued on top of some tiny elves' bodies holding hands.

"That is so ugly, I think you win this year." Gwen nods and you laugh.

"Hey, you're calling it ugly but it's got us in it."

Peter entered the living room, holding a tray of hot cocoa for the three of you and he sets it on the carpeted floor. "I have to agree with Gwen, that's uglier than mine."

You stuck your tongue out at him. Eyeing the maroon sweater he had on that he cross-stitched math jokes into. "Yours is just lame, mine is endearing." You roll your eyes and he laughs at that.

"And Gwen makes everything look amazing when she wears it," Peter teased, pressing a kiss to Gwen's head who giggled and you nod in agreement.

Gwen had on a pale pink sweater that was very frilly and she looked like a walking cheerleader's pompom in those - they swayed so much with very little movement. And they also had sequins sewed onto then to spell out 'xmas' in the bold color of red.

"I'm victorious - as expected." You grin at them and you turn to the tree. "Who touched my tree?"

Gwen puts her hands up in mock defense. "Not me."

You glare at Peter. "What is it?" You ask him and he gasps.

"I barely did anything, how did you know?"

"I spent an hour setting that up, I'd known even if someone just looked at it the wrong way."

"You are so weird," Gwen chuckled and threw jelly beans at you which you narrowly avoided. "He just added a Spider-Man ornament."

You make a face at Peter. "You are your biggest fan and I can't decide whether it's weird or narcissistic."

"I have to embrace the brand." Peter grinned coyly.

You take one of the hot cocoa mugs into your hand and grimace at him. "No one even knows who Spider-Man is, what brand are you even embracing?"

Gwen wraps her arms around his neck, suffocating him with her frilly sleeves and you laughed. "Well I think it's cute how he's so into being Spider-Man."

"Yuck."

The next morning, he actually stayed around long enough for you to wake up and check your bedroom door to find him sleeping soundly on top of your pale pink sheets. You smile at the sight -

Peter looks tired and so much different. It's only been 5 months and yet he looks like he has been through hell and maybe he has.

You were frying eggs when he stumbled out of your bedroom. Out of the suit and wearing the clothes you folded neatly at the foot of the bed - some clothes he would accidentally leave back when he would sleep over.

He'd occupy the guest room to let his injuries heal overnight and not be questioned by May and you'd spend the night watching movies or playing stupid board games with him til midnight.

"Good Morning." You greeted him.

"G'morning," he greeted back, voice hoarse and his hair is messier than usual. "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs and toast, got any special requests?" You ask him, sliding a plate over to him which he gladly accepted.

"Coffee. Black."

You gag and began preparing it anyway, handing him the mug, which he accepted with a muttered 'thank you'.

"I'm sorry again about last n -"

"I told you not to be sorry," you roll your eyes and began eating your breakfast, sat across him and he gives you a sheepish grin. "It's fine. Saving New York's very own superhero was an honor."

He laughs at that before taking a generous sip of the coffee you prepared him. "I just - we haven't seen each other in so long. How have you been, _____?"

You take a few moments before answering. "Been going to grief group, it's going well - I think and uhh - that's about it."

"No plans for college?" He frowns.

"Not right now. I'm taking a break to figure stuff out," he nods along your words and you gesture to him. "How about you?"

"I visited her grave everyday for 5 months and that's all I did."

You chuckle humorlessly. "We are not doing well at all."

"I just. . ." Peter heaves a sigh. "I miss her so much and I feel like I will never be the same."

"I miss her too."

Peter raises a brow at you. "What's grief group like?"

"It's okay, I guess? It helped make me feel a little less alone during the whole process - I still go and they have the best brownies, so I have that."

Peter got quiet. You both felt alone during the grieving process when you two could've had each other, and that was entirely his fault. He shut you down at the funeral without even taking a moment to think.

You reached your hand out to him and all he could feel was the anger and the pain that he didn't see you. All he saw was Gwen dying and the pain of losing her took over that he shrugged you off and walked away.

He failed to see you hurting the same way he was and he still can't. Even here as he sat down eating breakfast with you like you were back to being best friends - he couldn't see you.

All he sees is what could've been.

He knew it was fucking terrible of him to feel that way but he couldn't help it.

But he didn't think you'd know, that you'd be too good at reading him enough to read his mind. To peer inside and learn just what he truly thinks of you in this moment.

You don't even know how you managed to eat breakfast quietly while subjected under his intense gaze. There was no hostility in them but you also did not feel welcome, it's crazy how you could be in your own house and feel like an intruder.

"Thanks for the breakfast, I think I'll go now." Peter gets up and you didn't say anything as he began heading to the bedroom. Fetching his suit and shoving it in the bag he brought along.

"Thanks again, ____."

You give him a forced smile. Feeling your heart ache from the realization that this doesn't change a thing and nothing will probably change between you from here on out. He's gonna keep blaming you and you will allow yourself to drown in all this guilt.

"Take care of yourself, Peter."

"You too."

And he's out the door. Leaving you back alone with your thoughts.

to be continued in the multiverse : part two

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years ago

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 26

Hannibal, Will and y/n host a dinner to put an end to everything

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: PTSD, violence

"Hannibal, baby," You called down from the wine cellar. "Which one pairs best with the paella?"

"A Spanish white!" Will interjected.

You rolled your eyes, then looked at his shelf full of Spanish whites. "Thanks, Hannibal."

"You're the sommelier, [F/N]." Will shouted back. "Go with your gut!"

"Verdejo it is." You said to yourself, grabbing the high-shouldered bottle from the shelf.

You returned from the cellar and headed to the dining room, where Will was dutifully setting the table.

"Well aren't you the perfect little homemaker?" You commented, making sure he caught you eyeing his backside.

Will playfully snatched the wine from your hands. "We can't all be the breadwinners, can we, Ms. Restaurant Owner?"

You laughed, looking around at your triple-income house and accepting a kiss from your Will. You put your hands on his shoulders and broke the kiss.

"You know Hannibal isn't going to let you attend one of his famous dinner parties in a flannel, right?" You warned him, lips hovering a few inches from his face.

"Two guests is not a dinner party." Will corrected you. "I figured you'd know this after six months but, baby, Hannibal is always overdressed for everything."

"Better overdressed than the other way around, my treasure." Hannibal said, standing in the threshold. "Why don't you go slip in to that suit I bought you?"

Will threw his hands up. "Do you two just live to gang up on me? You know I can buy my own clothes, right?"

You scoffed. "Babe, you spent your last paycheck almost entirely at Bass Pro Shops-"

"And then we spent the day workshopping new seafood dishes for the restaurant with the fish I caught." Will shrugged. "You don’t get to benefit from it then complain."

You put up your hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

"So I don't make an ordeal out of this in front of guests," Hannibal said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two small drawstring bags and gave one to each of you. "Happy six months, my darlings."

"Six month anniversary presents?" Will laughed. "What are we, high school students?"

"Do you not want it?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

You opened the bag and slid the contents into your hand. A beautiful solid white ring with ornate carvings tumbled out.

"It's beautiful." You smiled, sliding it on to your finger. "What is it?"

"A ring, my indulgence." Hannibal chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sure, but what is it made of?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Ivory."

"Should I be concerned that you somehow know both of our ring sizes?" Will asked, admiring how his fit perfectly on his finger.

“I think you mean ‘thank you, Hannibal’.” You corrected him. “Even if it is a little uncanny.”

The doorbell rang. Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and pointed to Will.

"Go change." He ordered. "I will not have my guests seeing you in such an unsightly state."

"It's Jack and [F/N]'s friend." Will protested.

"Sure, I'll get the door." You said. "Gee, thanks [F/N], that would be so helpful!"

You opened the door with a smile.

"Agent Crawford!" You greeted, shaking his hand.

"Oh, please." He laughed. "Call me Jack."

"And this must be Bella." You said, offering his wife your hand. "Jack has told me all about you."

"So you're the infamous [F/N] [L/N]?" Bella accepted with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you."

Jack removed his hat and coat, then handed you a bag. "For you."

"You shouldn't have." You said, knowing immediately that it was wine. Then you pulled it out of the bag. Your eyes went wide and your jaw hung open.

"Holy shit you really shouldn't have." You repeated.

Jack shrugged and smiled smugly. "I pulled some strings in evidence. Figured you might want it."

You threw your arms around his neck, keeping a tight grip on the 1907 Heidsieck Monopole.

"Hey, do I get a hug?" Said another voice.

Charissa waved to you from the porch.

"Holy shit, hey!" You opened your arms. Charissa jumped into your embrace and squeezed you. She'd always hugged you tighter after seeing you half-alive in a hospital bed with your seldom-seen lovers at your bedside.

"Jack, this is my friend Charissa Rodriquez." You introduced. "She was the one who sent you the address."

"So you're 'tip', huh?" Jack's face lit up. "The FBI owes you a debt of gratitude, Ms. Rodriquez."

"Tip?" You said, looking at both Jack and Charissa.

"The address we received came from an obvious burner email." Jack explained. "We thought it was from Chase, so we arrived with a ton of backup anticipating an attack. Turns out we needed it."

Charissa shrugged. "I thought you could never be too careful."

"Well, intentional or not," Jack said. "You helped us a lot."

"You're Charissa Rodriquez?" Will said from the staircase. He wore a grey suit with a dark blue dress shirt that fit him scarily well considering he hadn't even tried it on.

"Enchanté, monsieur." Charissa said, eyeing him up with a hungry smile. "You must be Will."

"Down, girl." You crossed your arms. Your tone was playful, but had a slight threatening bite. "He's all mine."

"Not all yours." Hannibal corrected, entering the scene to finally greet his guests. "Agent Crawford, Bella, Ms. Rodriquez, welcome."

"Wow." Charissa said, dumbfounded. "I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity."

"Oh, surely the rumors unraveled after the old place went out of business." Hannibal answered. "There are far more interesting things to talk about than myself."

"Very few, but they do exist." Jack commented.

Charissa folded her arms. "Like the bartender who stood up to a psychotic cult leader and found two wonderful boyfriends to take care of her?"

"I've heard that one!" You added. "I hear she bought the restaurant for next to nothing after it became a stigmatized property."

Carissa narrowed her eyes at you. "I still cannot believe you told him."

You shrugged. "I think it all worked out."

Hannibal gathered everyone around the table and tasked you with pouring the wine.

"Surely you know why I've invited you here tonight." He asked, taking a seat at the head. "The high courts have ruled Chase's death a suicide."

"Cheers to that." Will said, raising his glass.

"Nobody actually believes it was a suicide." Jack clarified, trying not to look at you too obviously. "But the jury didn't want to dignify him with a proper homicide ruling."

Charissa glared at you, not trying to not be obvious. "Only one person at the table knows for sure."

You shook your head. "I hit my head really hard, the details are just not there."

"But [F/N]'s DNA was on the gun." Bella added.

"But not her fingerprints." Jack said. "It was saliva. We think he tried to choke her with his fingers before reaching for the gun."

"Did you ever find that finger?" Charissa said like it was nothing.

Jack, who was more interested in the paella than the conversation, shook his head. "Never."

Your eyes widened. You left the finger with the gun, you were sure of it.

"Must we discuss the gory details over dinner?" Will said, sensing your discomfort.

Charissa rested her chin in her hands. "Would you rather talk about your three-person couple?"

"I distinctly remember spitting the finger out." You insisted.

"We found so many pieces of bone in that room," Jack continued. "It's genuinely of far less concern than the dynamite lining the walls and bunker full of cocaine, stolen medical supplies and baby coffins."

"And the stained glass window made of human skin." You added.

"You know a case is fucked when a lost finger is of the least concern." Charissa commented.

"The important thing is that it's over." Will said. "He's dead and [F/N] is alive."

Bella smiled at you. "God really is looking out for you, [F/N]."

You forced a smile, telling yourself that Bella had the best intentions. But her good intentions revived Chase's voice in your head, which was a voice you'd spent the last six months trying to forget. You tightened your grip on your utensils to relieve some tension, but it didn’t work.

The table went quiet, waiting for Bella to realize her mistake. Will put his hand over yours and looked into your eyes. He mouthed the word 'breathe' and some similar affirmations.

Hannibal raised his head, knowing the light casting shadows on his face intimidated people. "Ms. Bella, we generally don't talk religion here."

She covered her mouth with her fingertips. "I'm so sorry, [F/N], I just meant-"

You put your hand up. "Please, just don't."

"The important thing is that [F/N] recovered forty missing women and reunited them with their families." Will said. "And there was no divine presence involved in that."

You smiled softly. "I'll drink to that."

"And you'll also be happy to know that the woman who assisted him in luring all those girls into the cult," Jack added. "She's looking at twenty-five to life without parole."

"What about the babies?" Bella piped up. "Weren't there, like, at least twelve newborns?"

"That's where the department of family and child services took over." Jack answered. "Whether the biological mothers kept them or put them up for adoption is out of our hands, but I do know each child was thoroughly examined and are all up to date on their shots."

"Seriously, though." Charissa interjected. "How do you misplace an entire finger?"

"It's one of the easier appendages to misplace." Hannibal answered, speaking with experience. "I heard it wasn't just the one that you couldn't find."

Jack looked up from his plate, confused. "Now how did you know about that?"

"The man took a 12 gauge bullet directly to the hand, Jack." Hannibal said with a small chuckle. "It's more likely you find no fingers than any at all."

"The bones will turn up somewhere." Jack said, resignedly.

He just happened to say the word “bones” as you were glancing at your ring.

You smiled a little too wide. “They just might.”

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iloveaustinbutlerlol · 2 years ago

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The Unmistake - Part Four

(I am giving up with the spacing, it is just being weird. The chapters from here on out should be just as long.)

We had sat down at a table and Austin was looking at me intently arms crossed across his chest as he leant back. “I’ve got to ask,” he said, “how is all this going to work?” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know Austin.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I want to be involved.” He nodded as he said it, the truth in his words shining through. “But I don’t even live in this country. I’m only here for this project. We don’t even know each other; I don’t know how to make this work. It has all just happened so quickly.” I felt everything he was saying, I’d thought about it all. “Well, we can get to know each other?” I offered. He uncrossed his arms. “It’s a good idea. I’ll start,” he said. “My name is Austin Butler, I am 29, and I’m from California.” I giggled; this was very weird. “Okay,” I began, “My name is Lottie Green, I am 26, and I’m from London.”

Over the course of lunch, we literally interviewed each other which was strange but helpful. He told me more about the film he was working on and how he was playing Elvis Presley. I told him about my slightly crazed Catholic family and the mental family dog. Fair to say Austin’s part of our faux interview must have been much more interesting to me than mine was to him. But he listened politely the whole time looking interested and even paid for lunch. We kept it light-hearted and while I got to know him slightly better, our predicament was still the same: strangers with a baby on the way. He apologized that he was unable to take me home as ‘Baz’ was already repeatedly messaging him saying he was late 20 minutes ago and that if he didn’t show up asap, he was to be ‘fired’. I thought it was probably a joke, but Austin looked a bit put out, pouting quite cutely, so we said our goodbyes and he left me with a promise to text me tonight.

I couldn’t believe how calm I’d been so far considering the looming obstacle of telling my slightly crazed Catholic family that I was pregnant. Not only pregnant, but pregnant with a child of a man whom I was not married to, nor even in a relationship with. For the rest of the day, I wallowed around my flat eating shit, and watching Brooklyn 99. I considered whether this situation was enough to be disowned, but I reassured myself I could play it off as a gift from God, as I had always been told I was infertile. If that didn’t work, I suppose I could lie and say Austin was actually my boyfriend, but he had just been in America before now. I sat on the sofa double screening as I looked at my phone and the TV simultaneously. Then the doorbell went off.

I trudged to the door, thinking who the fuck is coming by my house at 11pm, and looked through the peephole to see if I was about to get murdered. Austin was standing there? How did he know where I lived? I opened the door to a guilty looking Austin, scratching his ear. “Hi Lottie.” “Hi, Austin?” “May I come in?” “Oh yeah sure, I was just a bit freaked out how you knew where I lived.” “It was on the envelope of the letter.” “Right,” “I just got off work,” Jeez just now? “And I was going to text you, but I thought this conversation ought to be done in person.” He was freaking me out, but I decided to cast it to the back of my mind and let him talk. “Okay.” I said and led him into my flat, mentally groaning at the state of it. “Want a drink? Tea, coffee, anything?” “A coffee would be great thanks.” Fiddling with his rings, sitting on the edge of my sofa, he looked very young. I went over to my small kitchen to make his drink. When I returned, he thanked me as I gave it to him. “So,” he started. “So.” I responded. “I wanted to start off by saying sorry.” He said, now I was even more confused. “For getting us into this mess,” he continued, “it was my shitty condom.” “Austin, gosh don’t be silly, it takes two, and anyways did you not read my big, long letter about how this is somewhat of a miracle to me.” “I did, I did but still I am sorry. This situation is not…” “Ideal.” I finished. “I get it we are still practically strangers and, in a few months, we’re going to have a child together.” He nodded then paused, before continuing. “Well, we are only strangers because of how you left in the morning.” What? Seeing my furrowed brow, he explained. “I never intended us to be. When I met you, I didn’t have the intentions of this just being a one-night stand.” Oh. That took me by surprise. His honesty silenced me.

Austin then continued, “After the next scan I leave for Graceland for a week or so.” “Graceland?” “Elvis’s house is there in Memphis, Tennessee. Baz thinks it would be helpful to my performance to go and see the real deal.” I nodded. “I am trying to fix a flight so I can be back for the scan after next but I can’t be sure. This is my pre-warning that I might not be there.” While this was upsetting to hear, I was grateful he was giving me fair warning. He was trying, willing to even come round my house when he must be exhausted from work. The more I was around him the more I could see he was a good guy. “Who have you told?” he asked. I picked some fluff off the sofa cushion before answering, “No one.” “Me either.” he replied quietly, we shared a small smile. “I’m going to tell people when I get back.” he said. “Sounds good,” I responded. He finished the last of his coffee and then stood up. “I better be going, sorry for coming round so late.” “It’s fine Austin, I appreciate it.” We walked to the front door. He turned the handle. “I’ll see you Wednesday, Lottie. Call me if you need me.” He left with a smile and the flat got colder.

Part 6

Austin was still in Graceland. Recently he had been messaging me frequently, checking up on me, sending me various articles on pregnancy, asking what my symptoms were. Just being there for me in general. I am led to believe this started after the last scan he was at because he had heard all the doctor had said about me ending my first trimester. It was all feeling a lot more real. I was just looking forward to not having morning sickness every day. The scan after, that Austin had missed, was weird. I’d sent him the scan picture, but the examination room had felt lonely. I had silently cursed myself for thinking that. I’d been around the guy three times total. How could I miss him. As Christmas and Austin’s return approached, I was thinking more and more about telling my parents. If I told them at Christmas, would they be extra happy or extra mad? A question that was unanswerable. Austin not being at the scan had made me realise how lonely I really was in all of this, I’d told no one except him so there was no one else to call to come with me.

Since I’d found out, I’d also being avoiding my family, but that was pretty impossible to do at Christmas. Don’t get me wrong my parents were great people, but they had their views that a baby should have married parents. The hormones in me made me want to cry at thinking that, and I quickly started panicking. By the time I’d dialed his number, I was sobbing.

He answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?” his voice was panicked “Why are you crying? Lottie what’s wrong? Is something wrong with the baby?” “Austin,” I gasped “How am I going to tell them! What if they never speak to me again. What if they’ll never see me again, never want to see the baby. It’s Christmas in three days! How have I left this til now. I’m all alone. What if they kick me out of the family, cut me out of photos. What if…” Austin, the voice of reason, then stepped in. “Lottie listen, while your parents may not throw a party over the situation within which you’re having this baby, I highly doubt they’re going to never want to see you again.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. His mellow voice soothing. “I don’t know how my dad will react either, we’re both in the same boat here.” “What about your mum?” I asked, my voice ragged from the crying. Austin inhaled slowly and shakily. “My mum passed away six years ago.” His defeated voice set me off again, tears streaming. Why was I crying? I should have been comforting him. “Lottie it’s alright. I do know my mum would have been very happy though, she always wanted grandchildren.” “Austin I am so scared about all of this.” “Me too. We will be okay.” We. One word was all the comfort I needed. ‘We’ was a team, was a support system, was what I really needed right now. My heavy beathing softened. “I’m coming back to England.” He said “Austin but you’re supposed to be going home for Christmas.” “Well, I am needed elsewhere.” He stated simply. “Austin I can’t let you do that. You can’t not be home for Christmas.” I argued. “I can and I am. I’ll see you soon Lottie.” He hung up the phone.

I must have fallen asleep on the sofa that night to the mindless hum of ITV 2 because when I awoke it was to gentle raps on the door. The clock on the oven shone 05:12. “What the fuck?” I whispered. I approached the door, looked through the peephole and was met with piercing blue eyes. He couldn’t have actually? Austin knocked on the door again and whisper shouted “Lottie, it’s Austin Butler, the father of your unborn child.” I whipped open the door. Seriously? Austin fell forward a bit, his reaction delayed and tired. “What the hell are you doing here, you div!? I told you to stay in America.” I hissed. “Well, I was dreaming of a white Christmas…” he started almost drunkenly singing, “No snow in California!” He pushed past me into the flat. “It doesn’t snow here either Austin.” He shrugged. I was honestly too tired for this. “Not very festive in here.” He observed looking around my very decoration free living room and throwing himself and a large duffel bag on the sofa. I shut the front door, I couldn’t be bothered, he could sleep on the sofa, I had work tomorrow. “Not a lot of festive cheer around here.” I said coolly. I made my way to my bedroom. The large man in my living could be dealt with in the morning.

“Where are you going?” he called from the sofa. “I’ve come halfway across the world to see you and you don’t even care to ask why?” he teased “I am wounded.” He mockingly grabbed the dagger in his chest. I stopped and turned around. “Why have you Austin? You should be with your family.” He pouted. A pause. “Because I think we should move in together.”

Part Seven

I am surprised I didn’t shout out in shock. What was he going on about? “Okay, okay listen to me here,” he threw his hands up in surrender, “I hate to think you’re all alone in here. Breaks my heart a little bit if I’m honest.” He paused to check if I was listening. I was. Maybe I was just too tired to argue, and he was monopolizing the opportunity. “And also, you were going to have to have someone move in at some point to help with the baby. Why not just a bit earlier than expected? There is no way you can do it by yourself.” I clenched my fists; I didn’t like being told what I can and can’t do. “Finally, I’m all in Lottie. All in. I want to make this work and I know we can. I think you know that too.” I watched his face start to fall as I stood there reactionless. I walked towards him and enveloped him in a hug. He smelt warm and sleepy but squeezed me back just as tightly as I did him. “Thank you.” I whispered into his chest. A tear trailed from my eye.

How could I have been so lucky. This whole situation could be so much worse, but Austin had shown me in such a short space of time he was a kind, reliable, good man. Someone I could trust and who supported me. The relief was gushing, and I knew I was ready to tell my parents. Christmas Eve, I would do it. Austin sighed happily, released me, then curled up into the sofa. Even without me saying we both knew I had agreed with him. By the time I’d come back from my room with a blanket he was out. The idiot had flown across the world through the night just to propose something to me he didn’t even know I would agree to. I prayed then our baby would be just as brilliant as he was. I laid the blanket over him, and he hummed in his sleep. I went to my bedroom hoping that I would get at least another hour of sleep in before work.

I woke up exhausted, but I knew I couldn’t take anymore days off considering the suspicious amounts I had been taking off to go to pregnancy appointments and the fact it was literally Christmas Eve tomorrow. I would have to tell my boss after Christmas. Austin was still sprawled over my sofa asleep, so I quietly padded around the flat as I got ready for work. I left a note on the coffee table in front of him, hoping he would see it when he got up. ‘Make yourself at home; I’ll be back from work around six. There’s a spare key hidden in the flowers outside the door if you leave the house. See you soon. Lottie’

I tried to take my mind off of the man and I suppose my soon to be flat-mate while I was at work but it was pretty impossible. This was everyone’s last day of work before the Christmas bank holidays anyways and it was easy to tell no one in the office was really doing anything. Austin’s preposition from last night kept floating around my head. Where did he mean for us to live? At my house? It was only one bedroom, so that wouldn’t work. And Austin couldn’t just sleep on the sofa for the next six months. He was only staying at a hotel, even though it was fancy, so we couldn’t move in there. What was he doing about Christmas? And what about his life in America? Surely, he wasn’t going to stay here forever. My flat’s rent was astonishingly cheap for London and when he upped and left back for America, I knew I couldn’t handle the rent of anything different alone. These were all things that I should have asked him last night, but I was just too tired and confused to do so.

On the train home I made a mental list of everything I was going to ask him when I got back. As I walked through the door, Austin back’s faced to me in the kitchen. He quickly turned around to me and smiled. “What are you doing?” I asked pointing to the pot on the hob. “I’m just making dinner.” He said. Oh. That was nice. “It should be ready in like ten minutes.” “Okay.” I nodded gratefully. I never normally had a cooked meal after work, I was always too tired, especially since I’d been pregnant. I would just snack until I went to sleep. I got changed straight into my pajamas and went back out to the living room. You wouldn’t have known he had been here all day; he had left no mess.

Austin had brought two bowls of food over to the table and was sat waiting for me. It smelled like he had made curry. I took a mouthful and refrained for moaning. He looked to me with eyes asking if it was good and I nodded. He smiled then began eating himself. After a moment, I remembered my list from the train and began with, “So how is this gonna work? Where are we going to live?” He paused thinking. “We will have to get somewhere bigger, three bedrooms. One for you,” he pointed to me, “One for me,” he turned his finger to himself, “and one for baby.” He pointed then to my stomach. I ran a small hand over my stomach and let out a laugh. “Austin, I can’t ask you to move here just because of this.” “Lottie you never asked me to, I want to. And besides this project is keeping me here for the next year.” That did make me feel a little less guilty. “We’re going to make this work babe.” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand gently before retracting it. I felt myself flush a little at that. “I am telling my parents tomorrow.” I said quietly. “Do you want me to come with? Bit of moral support?” he tilted his head as he asked the question. Was it probably a bad idea, yes, but I needed all the support I could get if I was going to face my parents. I nodded gratefully. “I do also have a favour to ask.” He said meekly after a moment. I glanced up from my bowl to show I was listening. Austin was scratching the back of his neck. “Um, since my return was a bit spur of the moment kind of thing, and it’s Christmas, there’s no hotels with free rooms to take me.” He took a breath before finishing quickly. “Can I just stay here for the next week or so until we find a flat?” I huffed out a laugh. “Austin of course you can. You seem so nervous though, did you really think I was going to kick you out onto the streets?” Austin picked up his fork again. “Well you never know.” He teased.

After dinner Austin forced me to sit down and let him do the washing up, even though he had cooked the dinner. My back was killing me, so I was grateful to sit down, but I felt immensely guilty. I shuffled into the sofa then feeling bad Austin would have to sleep here for the next week. No, he could take my bed, I would sleep here. I heard him turn off the kitchen tap and come and join me on the sofa. “You’re making that face again.” “What face?” I asked. “The confused guilty one.” “Oh, I was just thinking how you should have the bed and I’ll sleep out here. You’re too tall to even lay down properly on this.” “Lottie, what kind of man would I be if I made a pregnant woman give up her bed for me.” Well when he put it like that. I thought for a moment more. “Just sleep with me then.” I stated. “We can just share. My bed is big enough.” “Okay.” He chuckled.

I went to bed earlier than I had in a long time that night. Normally my flat was so cold this time of year and I would bundle in many layers in bed. But with Austin there I didn’t need to. He shuffled slightly closer towards me. “Goodnight Lottie. Thanks for sharing your bed with me.” He closed his eyes and smiled. We went to sleep, warm and comfortable.

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tobe-sogolden · 3 years ago

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Deuxmoi is hilarious because she still tried to shield Florence from criticism by claiming that “she was probably off with Zach, they look like they’re one of those on and off again couples”

First of all, there’s no reason to believe that’s the case at all. There have been no reported “off and on again” instances between them. Second of all, I was following her while they were filming, she was very much ON with Zach. She posted pics with him in stories, lived in his mansion, and mentioned him off handed in multiple of her cooking with Flo videos.

Third of all, it’s clear Deuxmoi doesn’t know its lore cause Harry and Zach HAVE BEEN FRIENDS FOR A DECADE. If that was real, Florence (and Harry) would be a piece of fucking shit, not only cheating on her boyfriend with her hot co-star, but also WITH ONE OF HIS FRIENDS.

This whole take falls apart the minute you analyze it for a second. Olivia was spotted in her slippers a mile away from Harry’s house in early November. When did the whole Flo thing happen? They didn’t start filming until October 26. 😭

Not to mention that Olivia and Florence interacted on socials and posted each other (which is the only reason people even try to say they don’t get on now) up until the second it was made public that Harry and Olivia were a thing. So??

And how would Olivia even go about this leak thing? That’s such a weak ass rumor 😭 so… what? She’d go to a tabloid and say they were hooking up? Let’s say she did that. Then Harry and Florence’s camps would issue statements saying it wasn’t true. What would hypothetical Olivia do in this scenario? Go on the record like “nu-uh!!! They are!! I saw them!” Have someone from the cast testify? Did she take stealth photos like an unhinged Sherlock Holmes?

And how would that scenario look for her potential directing career if it got out? Cause why would she want to risk adding that to her resume? Like??

Even more, how did this rumor got to Deuxmoi’s “reliable source”? Who leaked it? Florence? Olivia? Harry? None of the parties look good in this scenario. Was it a shadowy figure that happened to witness the whole thing and wait *looks at calendar* 24 months to talk about it?

Why would Harry witness someone blackmail him over his personal life and then go “you know what I wanna do with this woman? Date her SO HARD. I’m gonna move her into my house with her kids. And my family will ALL interact with her and all my friends too.” Like, duh, if someone blackmails you and threatens to expose your personal business you OBVIOUSLY make them your very serious partner for two years! Because remember this is the same Deuxmoi who claims she has a reliable source that says Harry and Olivia are SO serious and even engaged.

There is no scenario in which this makes a lick of sense. Deuxmoi has outdone herself with this one.

Nothing to add, this was great 😆👏🏾 it's all so unbelievably stupid I actually can't believe DM wasn't mortified posting that like GIRL 💀

#ask #the last part especially about his response to the supposed blackmail being to incorporate her into his life #and be in a serious relationship with her for 18? 19? 20? months now #yeah that makes sense.........

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justkending · 4 years ago

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The Number One Rule. Chapter 26.

Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3800+

A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the last chapter. I know I say it almost every time, but I truly think this is one of my personal favorite top stories. At LEAST in the top 3. Now it is time for me to go through and read it all the way through and revise where I can. I’m so glad you all loved it as much as me and I am happy to say, I am already working on a new series!! And yes, it is a Bucky x Reader. I just can’t seem to stray from them lately. His character is stuck on my brain and I’m not mad. Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you once again for all your love and support with this one! I loved each and every single comment and thought thrown my way:) Also, BONUS, I will probably write a one-shot explaining the Bumble Bee nickname, since I was never able to work it into this... If not that, maybe a prologue... I don’t know we shall see;) With that being said, enjoy this ending and let me know how your heart feels after!!

Chapter Twenty-Six:

A whole year had passed. Today marked the 1 year of Y/N and Bucky finally coming together after all this time of being friends and making it official as two people who loved each other deeply.

To give you a quick update in the time passed…

Steve and Peggy went on a first date after she came back for a second time and made her move to New York permanent. He had been sweating buckets while getting ready and Y/N and Bucky coached him from the couch as he came in and out of his room trying on multiple outfits for the night.

Y/N had suggested taking her to some different places around Manhattan, kind of like the scavengers hunt Bucky did for their first date. But instead of knowing the different places, Peggy really hadn’t known the city at all, so it was more so a tour guide kind of date.

It was a simple and solid plan. However, Steve wasn’t used to the confidence that Peggy tended to give off. Did he admire it and love it? Yes, no doubt. Did it scare him at times, or more so intimidate him? Yes, again.

So after some light teasing from his little sister, she gave him some tips to impress her best friend, as well as, reassured him she was a sweet girl on the inside. Just someone who has lived in a man's world a little too long and has to put up a front of intimidation. Once you get past that, you have a loyal and kind person to bond with.

Needless to say, the date went off without a hitch and the two were now celebrating two strong months of dating.

Becca had finished up college and was already secured in a job as a child psychologist at a new hospital in upstate New York. She was a little further away now, but that didn’t stop her from coming and visiting. It just so happened that her new boyfriend lived down the hall from Y/N. If you know, you know.

His name was Thor and after some light flirting every other time she came to visit Y/N, she asked him on a date which he accepted. They were on the route of 3 months of dating now. He had joined the friend group to an extent and got along great with the whole crew.

Wanda and Vis’s boys were growing up faster than light itself and would be about 6 months soon. After Bucky and Y/N’s last time babysitting, they were recruited a few more times since they did so great with them. They may have been thrown for a whirlwind the first time around, but they were a lot easier the next few date nights.

Nat and Clint had gotten married last month. They were coming back from their belated honeymoon now in Budapest. The wedding was beautiful and everyone being together all at once again, was a joy and it showed just how much the group of friends was growing. Each of them hitting a new and different stage in life.

Back to the present...

Bucky had planned a one year anniversary date for him and Y/N. One that was bound to be unforgettable.

Y/N asked if they could keep it simple with just a picnic in the park since it was going to be cold soon in New York, and she wanted to soak up the last bit of summer that was left.

“Ok, you have everything set for the night?” Steve asked as Bucky buttoned the cuff to his button up.

“I hope so. I go to pick up Y/N in 10 minutes,” Bucky sighed in nervousness.

“Hey, don’t worry about it man. You know it’ll all work out how it’s supposed to,” Steve chuckled, coming over and patting his friends shoulder in reassurance. “Plus, you had Peggy and I help you plan this out. No way it could go wrong with our expertise.”

“You say that, but watch me slip up somewhere,” Bucky mumbled, straightening his clothes.

“You’re putting nerves where they aren’t needed. Stop thinking worst case scenario,” Steve groaned, walking out the bedroom door with Bucky behind. “What would Y/N say about that?”

“That it’s premature and won’t do me any good to think negatively,” he muttered, knowing the exact words to come from the optimist.

“Exactly. So stop stressing and go with the flow of things. Nothing good is going to come out of you waiting for the worst thing to happen tonight,” Steve shook his head.

“It’s supposed to be a night to remember. Not a night to dread,” Peggy interrupted as she came to Steve’s side with a little note in hand she saw on the counter in a spot it may have been easily lost. “Here, you may want this though if you do want it to go well.”

“Right, thanks,” Bucky nodded quickly, taking the item.

“You guys will meet us there right? Everyone else ready too?” Bucky asked.

“Everyone else is ready. You’ll be fine Buck,” Steve laughed again. “You sound like me the night I took this gal out.”

“Is that so?” Peggy smirked, leaning more into Steve’s side as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Yeah, he’s a little worse than I was, but he’s doing something a little bigger than a simple date,” Steve winked to Bucky. The brunette sent him an eyeroll.

Peggy looked down at her watch and gasped. “You need to get going, Bucky. She’ll be expecting you any minute,” Peggy moved to push him out the door with a bouquet of flowers in her hand to give him.

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Bucky had made it to Y/N’s apartment in perfect timing, but found himself faltering at the door. His whole body was made up of nerves at that moment. He couldn’t seem to shake them no matter what he told himself.

Lucky for him, all it took was Y/N opening the door and sending him that sweet smile accented with one of her simple little dresses, that made those nerves dissipate.

“You look great,” he said with a lovestruck school boy and sappy smile.

“Thanks B,” she blushed, scrunching her shoulders in a bashful way. “Here, come in for a second before we leave,” she motioned him in as he followed. “I need to put on a pair of earrings and I’ll be set.” She stood on her toes giving him a gentle kiss to the lips.

Before she could walk off, he put the flowers between them and smiled.

“For you as always,” he winked.

“And everytime, it makes me happier and happier,” she winked back, giving him a bonus kiss. “I actually bought a new vase since I’m lucky enough to get gifted with them everytime we go on a date. Want to put those in it?” she asked as she started walking to her bathroom.

“Hard not to give a pretty girl flowers every chance you get,” he noted, going into the kitchen where the new vase sat. “That plus, I know you like the greenery.”

“It makes me very happy,” she smiled, coming back in with her hands working to put the last pair of earrings on. “Ok, I’m all ready handsome. Shall we?”

“I would love nothing more,” he smiled back offering his arm.

“I like this little routine we have,” she giggled as they walked to the door.

“I can agree,” he nodded, pressing his lips to her temple before they left the building.

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They started off with a quick stop to Winnie’s shop, as Bucky said he had a gift there for them to pick up.

Winnie was all dressed up and Bucky’s dad and Becca were also there.

“Well, you guys look all spiffy,” Y/N noted, walking in the doors where the group was patiently waiting for the couple. Becca and Winnie in dresses and Bucky’s dad, George, in a nice button up like his son. “You're not by chance celebrating an anniversary like us, are you?” Y/N teased still locked into Bucky’s arm.

“We can celebrate yours a little with you too, can’t we?” Winnie asked, going in for a hug.

“The more the merrier,” Y/N replied cheerfully.

“No, no. We wouldn’t intrude on your anniversary date,” Becca nodded off. “However, we did want to give you guys a gift before we go off to dinner. We’re meeting Thor to eat soon.”

“Oh, I see. Boyfriend’s meeting the parents?”

“We’ve already met him and we enjoy him,” Winnie waved off. “Plus, we have Bucky and yours sign of approval, so that goes a long way too.”

“These are the facts,” Bucky agreed. “Uh, Mom, we do have to go to the next stop I have planned though, so…” Bucky said with a raise of his eyebrow in a hinting manner.

“Right, right! I won’t keep you long I promise!” Winnie rushed to the counter where a book and a picnic basket was sitting. “Ok, here you go, but don’t open that book until after dinner,” she warned Y/N as she handed it off to Bucky for safe keeping. “It has another little gift in it I don’t want to spoil.”

“In that case, I’ll let Bucky hold onto it then. You know I can’t help opening a book if it’s sitting right in front of me,” Y/N chuckled. The rest of the crew laughed with her.

“Ok, Ma, Dad, Sis,” Bucky waved off redirecting the two to the door. “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, later!” Becca said with an odd tone. One that showed she knew something, but Y/N didn’t know what.

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They made it to the park where Bucky had the whole nine-yards of a pinterest perfect picnic planned. His mom had packed a light meal, while the rest of the basket held a blanket, wine glasses, and other little decorations to make the set up special.

“Look at you being oh so the romantic,” Y/N noted once they had set everything out. “This is impressive.”

“I would say I did it all, but Becca helped with the decorations aspect of it,” Bucky chuckled as he set up some of the food.

The two sat and ate for a little, watching the motions of the park play in front of them as they talked about their day and any other thoughts that came to mind. They were facing straight west, so the sun would be setting right in front of them when the time came. And it was coming soon as they finished up their meal.

“Ok, present time,” Y/N noted, turning to her purse and pulling out something from it. The gift was wrapped in a little brown wrapping paper with a twine string around it. “Open mine first because I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

Bucky chuckled at her childlike excitement and took the present as he sat up from where he was laying on his side. Carefully not to disrupt her precise wrapping, he undid the bow and peeled away the brown wrap around the box. Taking off the lid, inside sat two little slips of paper that looked like tickets.

He quirked an eyebrow confused at what they could be, and when he turned them over and looked closer, he saw they were plane tickets.

“Two tickets to… Rome?” Bucky gasped. “Y/N-”

“I wanted to show you everything I got to experience. Italy, Verona, Venice, and all,” she smiled softly, leaning closer to him. Her eyes never broke away from his face.

“Y/N, this is…” He smiled down at the paper before bringing his eyes up slowly to meet hers. “I would love nothing more than to experience that all through your eyes.”

Y/N blushed hard and the two leaned forward in sync to kiss.

“I’m glad you like it. But I want you to see it in your own way, I’m just happy to be your tour guide,” she smiled harder. Their noses were practically still touching.

“Either way, it’ll be an experience I’ll be counting down for,” he said, leaning in for one more kiss.

When he pulled back he noticed the sun was settling down with the perfect glow. It was now or never…

“Ok, I guess it’s my turn for the gifts,” he said, taking in a deep breath. “It’s actually in the book.” He turned around grabbing the book his mother had handed off to him earlier, and carefully opened the cover. “This one’s long overdue, but it’s one that I’m starting to realize may have been meant for this specific time in our lives anyway.”

Handing over an old letter, she noticed it had changed colors from small stains and wear of when it was originally written. She was confused some by the details of the packaging, but when she saw it was addressed to her on the front, she picked up on what it was.

The address and her name was that of her childhood home, but what gave away it’s age, was the return address of where Bucky was stationed all those years back when he was in the army.

“Buck,” she said softly.

“I wrote it way back when. Shortly after I realized that you were someone I…” He paused trying to find his wording. “Well, when I realized you were the kind of person I would want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Y/N looked up from the letter she was holding ever so delicately in her hand. Scared she would damage the antique writing.

“You don’t have to read it now, but to sum it up, I never sent it because I knew, at least I thought I knew,” he chuckled under his breath looking down at it. “I could never deserve someone like you. You were always so kind and wise when I was going through my mess of life overseas. You had things of your own that you were working through, and yet you put it aside for me when I felt like I was alone and drowning in a foreign home.”

He closed his eyes, picturing all the times he wanted to give up. When he wanted to call it quits after the things he saw, the things he did. It killed him on the inside. Mentally, emotionally, he didn’t hold strong like he thought he would be able to.

“The only thing that kept me sane over there and gave me hope, was receiving letters from you. I know I teased you to begin with, but as time went on, your words, your advice, and your love that you somehow were able to ship overseas to me with just ink on a paper, kept me alive. Kept me from giving up.”

He looked up finally and saw tears in Y/N’s eyes. The look on her face was heartbreaking yet so loving all at once. It showed how she hated hearing just how lost Bucky was, but also showed just how grateful he was there. He was there now and it was partially because of their letters to each other. More than she could ever imagine though.

She believed she may have played a role, but it was Bucky himself that held strong. He was the one who pushed through in those hardships and made the effort to keep going on. Not her. But to him, she was the angel on his shoulder keeping him from sinking in times where the waves were just too strong to push back on.

“I wrote out all my feeling and thoughts in that letter. I think it’s like five pages,” he said in a single laugh. “But I never sent it.”

“Why?” was all she breathed out and he moved his hand to wipe the stray tear off her cheek. His hand staying there and running over the bone it had landed on. She leaned into the touch like it would be her last time feeling it.

“I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I’m still not sure I do, but I’m going to make damn sure that I spend every waking hour of my life, every minute, doing my best to get there.”

There was a pause as she took his hand and moved closer to him, their foreheads pressed to the other.

“Bucky you deserve everything and more in this world,” she said softly. “Don’t ever think you should have anything less than that.”

“I know, doll. And it’s because of you I realize I can strive for it all,” he sighed, breathing in her presence.

They stayed like that for a while. Taking in the moment. Taking in the air. Taking in the wholesome and doting atmosphere.

It wasn’t until the lights started to get low, Bucky realized he would run out of time for his next gift soon.

“Y/N, I have one more thing to give you,” Bucky sighed, nervously pulling back and grabbing the book again. “Now, I know this is a cheesy way to do this, but I couldn’t think of a better way,” he chuckled lightly.

He grabbed her hand and helped her stand. The sun now on the horizon giving the perfect golden shine to everything around them.

When she stood with him, he brought the book in between them.

“Ok, open it carefully to page 214,” he nodded, handing her the book.

She sent him a confused look, but followed the directions anyway. Like asked, she gently flipped the books from the beginning before she reached said number. Just as she pulled back page 213, right in the middle of the book, the pages stopped lifting and inside was a little cut out square that held a small ring. One with a beautiful white shining stone in the middle, encrusted by a gold intricate design.

“Oh, my-” she didn’t even finish the sentence as she looked down a the ring. Her grip on the book tightening as her other hand came up to cover her mouth.

Bucky let out a small nervous chuckle at the reaction before slowly taking out the ring and bending to one knee. The book still in her hand, she gasped again watching Bucky move down.

“Y/N Josephine Rogers,” he started with the brightest smile on his face. “I would be nothing but forever grateful if you allowed a guy like me, to have you as my wife.”

She didn’t answer right away as she was clearly in awe and still processing the last 20 seconds of what just happened. The only thing breaking her out of her shock, was the sound of Bucky laughing again.

“Is that a yes, or am I indeed just making a fool of myself?” he said with a scrunch of his nose.

“No! Oh, my God, yes! Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes Bucky!” she jumped up and down before wrapping her arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground.

He let out an, ‘oof’ sound as he caught them from the fall and held tightly to the ring not to lose it. He was now on his back and she was laying on top of him giggling and squeezing him in excitement.

“Ok, good. I was worried I might have read the signals you were giving me wrong,” he joked.

“You’re a dork,” she laughed, pulling and looking at him lovingly before going in for the kiss of all kisses.

They were quickly pulled away from it when cheers and whistles started going off around them.

Y/N looked up from where they were laying on top of the other and noticed herds of people they knew coming out from random parts of the park smiling and whooping in elation.

“Is that-?” she started, once again taken aback.

“Everyone? Yeah. They were kinda in on it,” Bucky chuckled. “Hey, did you get that last part?” he shouted toward Nat who was coming around a tree with Clint and a professional camera in hand.

“Oh, it was the best picture of them all I’m pretty sure,” she smirked.

“You little stinker,” Y/N scoffed, pushing off of him to sit up more. “How in the world did you pull this all together?”

Wanda, Vis, and the twins were there. Steve had his arm around Peggy with Sam next to them and Sarah next to Steve. Winnie, George, Becca, and Thor were all there too smiling and laughing. Everyone was there. The whole crew was apart of the moment.

“It was easy. I told them I was asking the girl of my dreams to marry me, and they asked when and where. Not much convincing on my part,” he answered, offering her his hand as they stood back up.

“You guys,” Y/N gushed, wrapping her arms around Bucky’s waist, which he gladly wrapped his arm around her. “This is too sweet.”

“Nothing sweeter than you giving Bucky a run for his money with that delayed answer,” Sam teased.

“Back off, punk,” Bucky rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to him as if any second she’d change her mind.

“I will say, he did catch me off guard,” Y/N laughed in response.

“Oh, my sweet girl is getting married! And to the sweetest boy a mom can hope for,” Sarah interrupted, instantly running to her daughter and almost tackling her like she had Bucky.

“Mom!” Y/N laughed, catching her balance.

The next 15 minutes went on like that as the sun set behind them, giving off the final glows of the evening.

Sarah and Winnie blubbering on about how their little boy and little girl were going to be husband and wife. Then of course going on and on in excitement for the wedding details of it all. At that point they pushed them off for George and Becca to handle as they talked with everyone else.

Wanda and Vis saying how Billy and Tommy would be glad to be a part of the wedding if they needed them to. Nat gave Y/N little details and advice with planning the party and also offering to lend a hand where it was needed since she just got done with her own.

Then Steve and Peggy also congratulate them and express their excitement for all that was to come for the couple, and all the fun double dates they would/ already had been taking apart in.

Once it got dark, Steve announced to the crew the little celebration they had set up at Roger's home for an after party of the engagement. Everyone agreed they would meet there.

So as Y/N and Bucky grabbed their things and started walking to the car, Y/N stopped him as he was about to close the car door for her.

“Hey,” she turned where she was standing on the sidewalk. Bucky just inches from her.

“Hey,” he responded with a goofy grin.

“I love you so so much. You know that right?”

“I know Y/N. And I love you so so much too, doll.”

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if anyone wants to recommend musicals to me I would fucking adore that. Until then, here are some suggestions:

Love in Hate Nation-- LET’S GO LESBIANS! 1960s sapphic love story taking place in a girls’ reformatory. Also, trans girl played by trans actress!!! Some of the amazing songs are “I Hope” and “Oh Well”. Susannah Son wants to be a singer, her performative activist boyfriend is gross and also wants her to marry him so he’ll have better options politically. Sheila Nail is so fucking cool and I love everyone in this. My brain cuts out about this I’m so sorry babes. There is not a cast recording but there IS an original cast bootleg on youtube.

Holy Musical B@man!-- If you liked the goofiness of 1960s Batman and Robin, but think “man, these guys should’ve been able to swear! And also should have had a candy themed villain!” this is the musical for you. Also if you’ve heard of the very queer Harry Potter musical that JK herself tried to sue over, it’s made by the same group <3. As usual with Team Starkid, whole thing is up for free on youtube by the creators.

Firebringer-- Speaking of the same group... Cave people sapphics who I think are bi or pan. I love them and they’re all so dumb. Also, if you’ve seen the “I don’t really wanna do the work today” vine, that comes from this. I do not remember any of the second half other than one of them taking the ring the other is proposing with... to propose. And the “*blows kiss*” “fuck no, Zazz” “duly noted”. Kind of like a shitpost musical. Once again, free by creators. Actually, check out any of their musicals.

The Prom-- In Indiana, Emma just wants to take her girlfriend to the prom, and in response, the PTA cancels it. With some help from some broadway actors looking for good publicity, they manage to pull it off. So, to summarize, teen lesbian gets gay uncle who knows what she’s going through!! This musical makes me cry every goddamn time. There is a movie now, and I’m very happy about that because *high profile gay rep on netflix*, but I personally did not like the direction they took with it. They put a weird amount of emphasis on biological rather than found family in the movie, and were a little too forgiving when it came to trauma from family for being gay. Also, they took away Emma being butch. This was sadly (loosely) based on a recent true story from I think 2012. Also, was the first gay kiss in the Macy’s parade. You know those movie musicals the straight girls in theater like? The music is similar, but gayer, and for some reason that makes me so fuckng happy. I think it’s because non-queer people have had musicals for so long, and those normally have a 60s vibe, and the music in this does too and it feels more classic?? Sapphic promposal song (het at the beginning). “Unruly Heart” and the end of Act 1 will break you. Please ignore the bad wigs.

Spies Are Forever-- GAY SPIES GAY SPIES GAY SPIES!! Curt Mega (played by... Curt Mega) lost his partner Owen during a mission. Now, he’s just trying to get back into spying like Owen would want. I fucking weep every time. Also, a song about comphet (at 6:36)!! And here is a video essay on how it relates to the Lavender Scare. I want you all to know that everyone also headcanons the femme fatale spy in it as either a lesbian or aroace, which uh, makes sense. Also high quality videos put up by creators. They had Jewish people making fun of Nazis while writing this, but “Not so Bad” is... kinda bad. “Torture Tango” has so much goddamn sexual tension and becomes devastating.

Hadestown-- If you know the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, it’s like that, except capitalism part 1. Orpheus is a poor musician, Eurydice dies, just like the myth. Except, the Great Depression post-apocalyptic setting that works better than it probably should. There are actually 3 soundtracks: the concept album, off-Broadway, and Broadway. I personally don’t like the concept album purely based on vibe. Off-Broadway has an absolutely gorgeous sounding Orpheus, and if you’ve heard of the disaster that was Spiderman: Turn Out the Dark, then you’ve heard of surprisingly amazing Broadway Orpheus Reeve Carney. The Fates are gorgeous and I’ve decided they’re queer. Tony’s performance link here. Explores relationships, with Hades and Persephone’s aging relationship mirrored by Orpheus and Eurydice’s relatively new one. Anyway, unionize.

Jasper in Deadland-- If you know the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, it’s like that, except capitalism part 2. Jasper is a teen who’s best friend Agnes is pretty much the one good thing left in his life. His mom left, he got kicked off the swim team (he’s manic pixie dream boy in this, especially for swimming), and Agnes dies at the beginning trying to show Jasper that she’s brave and he should be too. So, he bravely ventures into Deadland to find her, meeting Gretchen the tour guide along the way. He also finds out that since he’s still living, he can bring memories back to the dead. Songs like “Stroke by Stroke” (he’s uh, definitely a teen, guys) and “Living Dead” (I shared a prinxiety animatic of that on here a while ago).They blend Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Christian, and whatever Dante’s Inferno counts as together to create Deadland. Story’s kinda hard to follow from the soundtrack, so if u wanna learn how it all ties together message me.

Death Note Musical-- Okay babes, here’s where it gets tough. It was written originally in English, and there is a spectacular English concept album, but the only productions have been in South Korea, Japan, and I think Taiwan. Listen to it anyways, find a bootleg of it with english subtitles. It has so much gay tension and also a truly ethereal character who seems to be a lesbian who is also either demisexual or demiromantic. If any of y’all saw the anime like me, it kind of cuts out the arc after episode 26. I personally thought it was actually a better story for it.

Alice by Heart-- Okay, this one makes me fucking cry every goddamn time. In WW2, these poor goddamn kids are all alone in the Tube System (is that what y’all call it? genuinely asking here) with none of their parents but still some grownups. Alice’s best friend Alfred is dying of tuberculosis, and to try to have one last thing together they start reading Alice in Wonderland, only for Nurse Hart to rip it apart to try to separate healthy Alice from dying-from-TB Alfred. It doesn’t work, and Alice proclaims she “knows it all by heart”, She tries to linger in the story with Alfred to have more time with him, he keeps trying to move it along because he’s dying and wants to finish it one last time. Themes are growing up and grief I guess.

Last I checked, there is a bootleg for all of these on youtube. Have fun!

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 3 years ago

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Chapter 26 - Tough cookie

Episode 2. *Somewhere far away, in a dark basement* Raven: So... tell me again... Hudson... why on earth are you trying to lie to me, when I already know the truth? *he looked at the man sitting before him, tied to a chair* There's a reason why YOU are here, and no one else. The others were lucky enough to only have their memory wiped clear.... but you... you might just end up being wiped completely clear of existence, unless you start talking. You might as well tell me what I already know... Hudson: *The lawyer sitting in front of him, tried his best to pretend his innocence, but it was no use against Raven's powers. The demon already knew everything that had happened in Hudson’s entire life, even stuff Hudson had done his best to forget* I swear! I don't know what you are talking about! All I had to do was sign papers for her! It was the same generic paper workas you see for any other reality tv! She only called us in to make him nervous, she never planned to actually use us against him! *That part of it was true at least, Raven knew that much* I'm a good man! I have an honest job! A wife and to kids! I'm working hard so I can be able to offer a good college to my kids when they get older! I go to church every Sunday! Raven: Churches don't make people good, Hudson. I think both you and I have made that discovery in life.

*He tilted his head, observing the frozen man closely* However...I decided to stick around and make sure, any other wile child molesting creature would get what they deserved, and maybe just maybe some day, my victims would then be able to forgive me for my past. And if not, at least I hopefully made the world a little safer for the future generations.

Hudson: ...... Raven: Suddenly not so chatty huh? Hudson: .......Raven: Right... let's get it on then*Not many seconds passed before a loud scream of terror went through the halls of the basement, and had there been any other person around, they could have sworn what came after that scream, was the most terrifying sound they had ever heard* Sophie: So that Raven guy... he's... safe or what? *She smiled soft at Evan* I'm sorry, I understood he's your boyfriend, right?I don't mean to be rude.. it's just... I also understood he's a demon? I don't know if it was meant literal, but aren't demons supposed to be really bad?Andy: Well he's my boyfriend too... well actually fiance *he chuckled* but yes, he's a demon.But he's part of a very respectable demon clan, and they follow certain rules to be able to live among humans. That of course doesn't mean that they haven't done bad things in the past. But we all have a past, right? Evan: Well not exactly like the McKinney'sAndy: Right *he snorted* but still... we have all done some shit at some point in our lives. And the McKinney's have done much more good by now, than they have ever done bad. He wont hurt you, he, or his brothers for that matter, doesn't hurt people any longer. They only go after bad people now... really bad... like... rapists or... people that wear Crocs *he chuckled hoarse* Sophie: *She laughed somewhat nervously* Evan: Don't mind him *he shook his head gently at Andy* he's just trying to lighten the mood. Raven is perfectly safe for you, don't worry. So is his brothers, if you should ever come by them. Sophie: *She nodded soft* Evan: Sorry, I know it's hard, specially cause your questions doesn't get more than short replies, but trust us, we have been through this. You'll need your time to slowly ease into it all. It simply wont make much sense, and only create even more questions, the more we answer. If I were to sit down and tell you all about all our kids, it would be pointless, cause there's simply too much to keep track of in your head already. The same goes for Raven. If I were to completely explain him, it would simply be too much for you all at once. It's a lot like... going to school for the first time and then be expected to read by the end of the day. It's simply impossible. If you want to be a part of Sam's life, be patient. That doesn't mean you can't ask questions, but know that we try our best to protect you and ease you into it all, or you will simply either become too overwhelmed and want nothing more to do with it all, including Sam. Or you will become crazy. *He smiled apologizing* We're just trying to protect you, that's all.. and protect Sam. Sophie: *She nodded soft* I understand... and I really appreciate both the hospitality and the fact that you are trying to protect me.Andy: *He took a sip of his beer, then leaned his head against Evan's shoulder, but only for a moment, then he sat back up straight, looking a bit questioning at Sophie* Do you have a problem with us? *he pointed between Evan and him* I mean, probably not with the gay thing, since you aren't wrinkling your nose yet *he snorted* but the poly thingSophie: .... no, why would I?Andy: Well a lot of people do... Sophie: Yes, I'm sure of it *she shrugged lightly* But I don't think it's anyone’s business but you, what kind of relationship you want to have. Beside I can't see anything wrong in it at all, as long as it's a healthy loving relationship. I don't know you guys yet, but so far, all I can say is, I can see where Sam gets his loving nature from *she smiled soft* Andy: Sounds a bit like you have a crush on him?Sophie: *She shook her head lightly* Nooooo... Evan: *He couldn't help but chuckle* Andy: That didn't sound very convincing *he chuckled hoarsely* Sophie: I'm gay too, Andy *she smiled soft, then tabbed her finger against her shot glass* May I have another one, perhaps?Andy: *He grinned wide* Gay AND she drinks? *he looked at Evan still grinning wide* I could become a Sophie fan Sophie: *She laughed softly* You'll have to share with Sam though Andy: Kinda already do *she smirked as he filled her shot glass, and poured one for himself as well* I mean.. I'm boyfriend of Adrian too! *he grabbed his shot glass, winked, then quickly drank it* Sophie: *She couldn't help but chuckle as she picked up her glass and drank it* ...... yup! I'll definitely need some time to wrap my head around who dates who! *They stayed outside for hours, talking, drinking.Evan eventually went to bed, but even if it was just Andy and Sophie left, they didn't stop till they were both way past drunk* Sophie: Sshhhh *she giggled as she tried to climb up the stairs* You'll wake up everyone elsssshhAndy: *He snorted amused, trying his best to keep a hand on her back for support, and an attempt to push her upstairs* I'm trying to help you! Sophie: *She tried her best not to break into a loud laughter, but ended up sounding mostly like a balloon, slowly letting air out* Andy: Walk woman! *As he finally managed to guide her back to her room, they both stumbled through the door, making a lot of noise* SshhhhHHhsshh! *he chuckled hoarsely, then tried his best to guide her to the bed* Sophie: *She bumped down on the bed straight away, kicking her sandals off before laying down on it*..... Andy.....Andy: Mh? *he said as he looked down at her* Sophie: .... nah.... itssssh okay.... *she waved a hand in the air* Andy: What? *he chuckled soft* S-ssshophie? *he said teasingly* Sophie: .... I don't want to be alone right now *she frowned soft* but I don't want to call Sssham... Andy: ..... *he turned around looking at the door behind him* ...... yeeeee-ah... that's too long a trip for me to make right now... *he turned back around to face Sophie* is the bed big enough for two people? I'm 100% gay... Sophie: *She snorted soft* Me too!*She padded her hand on the bed next to her* Itsssh a double.... Andy: *he chuckled hoarse and quickly crawled over her, letting his tired body flop down next to her on the bed* It's gonna be alright... I promise... Sophie: *she nodded soft and rolled to her side, so she could better look at him* Thank you. *she smiled soft* Andy: Thank you for helping Sam Sophie: *She sighed soft and relaxed, then her eyes slowly closed, and she was fast asleep only minutes after. And so was her sleeping buddy*

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xiaq · 3 years ago

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Just spent over an hour on the phone with a nearly incoherent drunk teenager who moved halfway across the US to follow her boyfriend to college only to find out that he's been cheating on her since the first week of the semester. She found out because he broke up with her so he could be with the other girl. She thought they were going to get married and live happily ever after and now her whole world (justifiably) feels like it's ending. This is a friendly reminder to think long and hard about following a significant other to college if you don't actually want to attend that college yourself. I've seen this happen way too many times and everyone thinks that their sacrifice will be worth it long term and that they're going to beat the odds and I literally do not know a single person who that's actually worked out for. The only high school sweethearts I know who are still together are my parents (they got married at 18. My dad didn't go to college, but supported my mom through engineering school while pursuing his own career) and a couple who went to different colleges in different states and maintained a long-distance relationship for 3 years before moving to the same city and getting married a year later.

For my teenage followers: Please be selfish with your college choice (and maybe think long and hard about whether you even need to go to college, but that's a different soapbox). It's ok to put yourself first, here. Love does not require martyrdom. Someone who truly loves you and wants the best for you is not going to demand that you put aside your plans/dreams so you'll be easily accessible to them.

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Y'all ever read a book or a fic and you get to the end and you're suddenly mad at yourself? Like. You idiot. You absolute fool. You should have slowed down. You should have savored it. It was so good and you didn't appreciate it enough. You will never get to experience this for the first time again. Shameful.

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Small Town Grocery Store Stories: LGBTQ+ friendly edition

Me: minding my own damn business in the grocery store

One of my students and a few of his teammates enter the dairy aisle.

My student is holding hands with one of his teammates.

My student: Oh hey, Professor X!

Me, who has both my student and his girlfriend in my class: ...Hello

My student, looking at his hand-holding partner: Oh! Don’t worry. My girlfriend knows. Not that I’m cheating! I’m not cheating. I’m not gay.

Hand Holding boy: Not that being gay is a bad thing! It’s a good thing!

My student: Right! But no, listen. We aren’t together, we just hold hands in public sometimes.

Hand Holding Boy: Especially on Friday nights. And weekends. And at away games.

My student: Because sometimes people will say shit and then we can fight them! And if the fight started because someone was being homophobic, coach won’t get mad at us.

Hand Holding Boy: Always nice to threaten a homophobe. And [gesturing to another boy in the group] maybe they’ll think twice about saying something to [other boy’s name] if he ever gets a boyfriend and wants to hold his hand for real. The Gay One, resigned but smiling: I’ve decided it’s sweet and not really fucking weird.

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Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.

I’d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar—though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years ago

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Okay but like I feel like Diego is the kind of person to flirt with really bad pick-up lines and Klaus is just Not Having It

featuring: Diego being a flustered Mama's boy and Klaus being a disaster dumbass and the two of them being completely in love with each other anyway

DISCLAIMER: None of the pick-up lines are mine, but the responses and ensuing shenanigans are :)

(there's fifty of these so buckle up kids :) sorry not sorry <3)

seriously though some of these are really bad

#1: He A Snack

Diego: Baby, you belong in the vending machine because you’re a snack.

Klaus: Diego you know I’m claustrophobic.

Diego: Don’t you mean Klaus-trophobic??? *finger guns*

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I want a divorce.

#2: I’m From Hell

Diego: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Klaus: I’m a veteran addict and abuse victim who can see ghosts, Diego.

Klaus: Everything hurts.

#3: Animal Puns

Diego: *points to TV screen playing the Discovery Channel* Hey Klaus.

Diego: You’re my otter half.

Klaus: Diego those are meerkats.

#4: Stars

Diego: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Klaus: Yup.

Diego: You know who else is beautiful?

Klaus: Ben.

#5: Get Out Your Handcuffs Mister

Diego: You’re under arrest… for stealing my heart.

Klaus: Diego you got kicked out of the police academy like five years ago, just give up.

#6: Bad Boys

Diego: *leaning against the doorframe like a moron* So. I hear you like bad boys.

Klaus: Diego you cried because you accidentally stepped on a bee last week.

Diego: Well yeah but -

Klaus: You held a funeral for it. You made us all speak. You had Allison fly in from California. It was a fucking bee, Diego.

Diego: … I wear leather?

Klaus: So does every other kid who shops at Hot Topic. You’re not special.

#7: Prince Charming

Diego: Your knight in shining armor is here -

Klaus: One, that’s a turtleneck, not armor.

Klaus: Two, you’re covered in blood. That’s the opposite of shiny.

Klaus: Three, you smell like dead fish. Go take a shower.

#8: Chemistry

Diego: Did we have a class together? Because I could’ve sworn we had -

Klaus: Chemistry? Yup. Also English and math and foreign languages and history and like every other fucking thing because we grew up in the same sadistic boarding school, Diego.

#9: The Store Can’t Just Give Away Things For Free. That’s A Terrible Way To Run A Business.

Diego: I like your pants.

Klaus: Thanks. I got them out of a dumpster. And yes, you can have them 100% off.

Diego: *voice cracks* Really?

Klaus: No.

#10: Boyfriend Material

Diego: My jeans are made of -

Klaus: You’re wearing leather pants Diego.

Diego: Okay but -

Klaus: So they’re made of leather and they’re not fucking jeans.

#11: Digits

Diego: I lost my phone number. Can I have -

Klaus: None of us have phones, Diego.

Diego: I can… buy us some?

Klaus: Fine. I want my number to be 1-420-420-4201.

Diego: Baby no.

Klaus: *pulling out the puppy dog eyes* Pwetty pwease?

Diego: Fine, but mine’s gonna be 1-696-969-6969.

Klaus: I love you so much. Marry me. Have my babies.

#12: Love At First Sight

Diego: Do you believe in love at first sight or -

Klaus: If I did I’d have already fallen in love with a lot of hot ghosts.

Diego: - should I walk by again?

Klaus: You’ve been pacing for the past ten minutes, Gogo. I think if it was gonna happen it would’ve by now.

#13: You Have Fine Written All Over You

Diego: Are you a parking ticket? Cause -

Klaus: Diego I can’t drive.

#14: His Eyes Are Green Not Blue You Dipshit

Diego: Your eyes are an ocean, and I’m lost at sea.

Klaus: ... can’t you, like, hold your breath forever?

Diego: *blinks* Baby, I love you, but you’re ruining this with our childhood trauma.

Klaus: Well since you’ve refused therapy I just thought this was the next best option.

Diego: I take back what I said about loving you.

#15: Math Is Dumb And I Wish School Would Stop Teaching It

Diego: Are you a forty-five degree angle?

Klaus: Actually, because humans have non-linear body shapes, it’s impossible for their specific angles to be measured -

Diego: Are you high or have you been defiling Five’s books again?

Klaus: *blinks* Why can’t it be both?

Diego: *rethinking life decisions*

#16: Baby I’m All Yours

Diego: Do you have a name?

Klaus: Klaus.

Diego: Or can I call you mine?

Klaus: I mean I prefer “baby”, but sure.

Diego: *super wide eyes* Really?

Klaus: *melts into a puddle of glitter* Yeah, Gogo.

#17: (Not) Bookworms

Diego: Thank god I brought my library card. Cause I’m here to check you out.

Klaus: *through a mouthful of waffles* God isn’t real. We all die and rot beneath the earth to be eaten by maggots. There is no such thing as a higher power.

Klaus: *swallows waffles and takes a really loud slurp of an orange juice and chocolate milk combo*

Klaus: Oh, and the library’s closed for renovations til, like, Christmas so you’re outta luck, sorry.

Diego: I thought you met god? Little girl on a bicycle?

Klaus: Her? Nah, only Satan’s got that much sass. Plus, that wasn’t heaven.

Diego: And you know this how?

Klaus: *squishes Diego’s face with both hands* Think about it. Do you really think dear ol’ dad’s in heaven?

Diego: Can you let of my face please?

#18: Bad Move, Buddy

Diego: Are you a pre-historic fossil? Cause you’re my missing link.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you just call me old?

Diego, backing out of the room slowly: What? No! No of course not! No, obviously no, absolutely not -

Klaus: *releases savage war cry*

Diego: *runs for his goddamn life*

#19: I Rate This 0/10

Diego: Are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only -

Klaus: I don’t know where I’m from. I’m an orphan.

Diego: Oh… I know, baby -

Klaus: And the piece of shit that adopted me lived in New York anyway. We’re in New York right now actually. Do you need a geography lesson? I think Pogo’s got a map -

Diego: Klaus.

#20: Oh Shit

Diego: If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

Klaus:

Klaus: *tears up* I’m nothing?

Diego: Oh no. No no no. No, baby, you’re not nothing, don’t cry, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, baby - oh my god please don’t cry -

#21: You’ve Got Everything I’m Searching For

Diego: Is your name Google? Because -

Klaus: Diego. For the last time…

Klaus: My name is Kimberly Linda Aerealia Ulysses Saffron Hargreeves the Twenty-Fourth. I don’t know why I need to keep explaining this to you -

Diego, kissing him quiet: You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?

#22: Don’t Make Bets You’ll Lose, Luther.

Diego: Luther bet me a hundred bucks I couldn’t talk to the prettiest person here. How do you wanna spend his money?

Klaus: Drugs.

Diego: Baby -

Klaus: *beams* Nah, I’m just kidding. Stuffed giraffes.

Diego: *grins* For Five?

Klaus: *nods* For Five.

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego: He’ll hate them.

Klaus: Exactly. Let’s go.

#23: Deja Vu

Diego: Have we met before?

Klaus: Yes. Obviously. Are you also high?

Diego: No -

Diego: Wait, you’re high?

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: No?

#24: Such An Optimist

Diego: Are you a time traveller?

Klaus: No, that’s Five.

Diego: Cause I think you’re my future!

Klaus: *stares blankly*

Diego: No? Nothing? Nada?

Klaus: In the future we’re all dead dipshit.

Klaus: Because. Ya know.

Klaus: THERE’S A FUCKING APOCALYPSE COMING.

Diego:

Diego: Okay then.

#25: Please Go To The Hospital.

Diego: Are you my appendix? Cause my stomach’s fluttering and I think I should take you out.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you drink water from the fish tank again?

Diego: *turning green* Luther dared me to okay???!!!!

#26: Suicidal Tendencies

Diego: Hey gorgeous -

Klaus: Let me guess. I should drop dead?

Diego: What?! No! Baby -

#27: Infinitely On The Naughty List (And Not The Good Kind Of Naughty List (If There Is One I’m Asexual I Don’t Know))

Diego: Are you Santa Klaus? Cause you make all my wishes come true.

Klaus:

Klaus: You have five seconds to run.

Diego: *already two streets away* Fucking shit -

#28: You Can’t Use That Every Time We Have An Argument, Tony.

Diego: Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?

Klaus: I mean, there’s one in the corner of our living room right now, so I guess?

Diego:

Diego: *squeaks* You - you can see dinosaur ghosts?

Klaus: I mean, there’s a chance that thing Ben’s petting is just a super deformed ostrich, but yeah, I think so.

Diego:

Diego: *tearing up* That’s so cool.

#29: A Whole New Kind Of Thirst Trap

Diego: I’m thirsty. But guess whose body is 75% water?

Diego: *smirks*

Klaus: *frowns*

Klaus: Hold on, I know this one…

Diego: Klaus -

Klaus: *snaps fingers* Oh, I know! Luther!

Diego: *horrified* What the fuck Klaus why the fuck would you say that -

#30: What A Tragedy

Diego: You must be a campfire. Because you’re super hot and I want s’more.

Klaus:

Klaus: Diego sweetheart, you’re allergic to marshmallows.

Diego: *tearing up* I know.

Klaus: You wanna hug, baby?

Diego: *crying* Yes please.

#31: That Can’t Be Allowed

Diego: Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to dinner. Just smile for yes, or do a backflip/somersault/counter-spin gymnastics combination for no.

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: *does a triple flip and lands perfectly on the top of the bar counter*

Diego: *turns bright red* That was h-h-hot.

Klaus: *beams and jumps down into Diego’s arms bridal-style*

Klaus: *kisses his cheek* I know, baby.

#32: Merry Christmas

Diego: You’re the reason Santa started the Naughty List.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: *pouts*

Klaus: No fair! He told me last week I was on the Nice List!

Diego: What? Klaus? What does that -

Diego: OH MY GOD KLAUS IS SANTA DEAD???!!!!

#33: I’ll Keep You Safe, Honey.

Diego: I lost my teddy bear. Will you sleep with me instead?

Klaus: *pulls out a stuffed tiger*

Klaus: He got lost in the kitchen. Don’t worry, I rescued him for you.

Diego: *takes soft tiger*

Diego: *voice cracks* Oh. Thanks.

Klaus: *kisses his forehead* You’re welcome, baby.

#34: Excuse Me?

Diego: The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.

Klaus, internally: Shit. What if he finds out I stole like five of his knives and all of the cookies last week?

Klaus, externally: *blinks*

Klaus: Um… Stefonopolis?

#35: I Am Not Apologizing For This One

Diego: If you were a steak, you’d be well done.

Klaus: But I’m so unique…

Klaus: I talk to the dead, Diego.

Diego: Okay…?

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: So wouldn’t I be medium rare?

Ben: Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#36: Leonardo Da Vinci Was Arrested Multiple Times For Homosexual Activity.

Diego: Is this a museum? Cause you’re a work of art.

Klaus: *dancing to the soundtrack of High School Musical 3* Actually Five took me back to Italy once. Leonardo da Vinci and I had some fun.

Diego:

Diego: Oh my god. Seriously?

Diego: *looks up picture of Mona Lisa, now titled Mona Klausa*

Diego: How the fuck -

#37: Why Would You Say That Though

Diego: Am I sleepwalking? Cause I’ve only seen you in my dreams.

Klaus: *sitting on the counter and eating a donut in one bite* Are they dirty?

Luther: *chokes on a pickle*

Diego: Oh my god no -

Diego: Well sometimes -

Diego: I mean no of course not -

Luther: *praying to whoever’s up there to just kill him already*

#38: Be Safe Kids!

Diego: Can you hold this for me?

Klaus: Sweetie, you need to wash your hands.

#39: Apocalypse Averted!

Diego: If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I thought that was Vanya.

Diego:

Diego, panicking: Holy shit Klaus you can’t just say things like that -

Vanya: *crying from laughter*

#40: Attractive

Diego: Do you swallow magnets? Because you’re -

Klaus: *shoves him up against the wall*

Klaus: How did you find out? Who told you? Was it Ben? I swear to god I’ll kill him -

Diego: *squeaks* What?

#41: First You’ve Gotta Propose Diego

Diego: Wouldn’t we look cute on a wedding cake together?

Klaus: Diego. Did you buy me a cake?

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: I’m waiting.

Diego: Right sir yes sir right away sir -

#42: He May Not Be A Kitten But He Is As Soft As One

Diego: If I followed you home, would you keep me?

Klaus: I’m homeless, Diego.

Diego: What? You are? Oh no, baby - you can come stay with me?

Klaus: *looks up from Disney Princess coloring book and raises an eyebrow* Is your bed available?

Diego, blushing: Ye-yeah, b-ba-baby. Whe-whenever you-u w-want.

Klaus: *smiles*

Klaus: *takes Diego’s hand*

Klaus: Okay.

Diego: *dies a little bit inside (in a good way)*

#43: It’s Just You.

Diego: Is it hot in here or is it just you?

Klaus, blushing: I -

Five: DIEGO. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. NOW IS NOT THE TIME.

#44: ‘Scuse Me, Mate?

Diego: You know, penguins mate for life. Wanna be my penguin?

Klaus: Eh. I’ve always been more of an iguana man.

Diego:

Diego: What?

#45: You Look Like… Antonio Banderas With The Long Hair.

Diego: How’s the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

Klaus: *buried in a Vogue magazine* I don’t know I’m not Antonio Banderas.

#46: What The Fuck Klaus

Diego: Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Klaus: *hands him a Candyland board* Here. I stole it from Pogo.

#47: You Dumbass

Diego: I hate my last name. Can I borrow yours?

Klaus:

Klaus: We have the same last name, Diego.

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: Fuck you’re right -

#48: Okay But Diego Would Make A Great Aladdin Though

Diego: I’m not a genie, but I can still make your dreams come true.

Klaus: *wrinkles his nose*

Klaus: You can get me a pink elephant with jaundice?

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: What the fuck Klaus -

#49: HELLO

Diego: Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?

Klaus: I don’t just have random knives on me Diego, I’m not you.

Diego: So you are happy to see me?

Klaus: I mean you just interrupted a very riveting episode of Sesame Street, so… we’ll see.

#50: It’s Always Best To Start With The Truth.

Diego: I love you.

Klaus: *beams* That’s all you had to say, darling.

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Happens For A Reason (d.s.)

Summary: after rudy breaks up with you for elaine, you’re thrusted into the arms of none other than drew starkey.

AN: i wanna marry drew starkey and idk why it took me so long to write for him

also: i know rudy and elaine wouldn’t be the kind of people to do this, this is entirely a work of fiction! no hate to either of them, especially elaine!

You saw it coming. That was the worst part about your ever so subtle break up with Rudy. It was subtle to the fans but you, and everyone else, saw it coming. The second Elaine came into the picture, it was a matter of time before everything went to hell.

You had been dating Rudy since a few weeks after Outer Banks started shooting in May 2019. Now seeing as its April 2020, the rumor mill hadn’t stopped since Elaine’s numerous posts of Rudy.

Drew had known Rudy was going to break up with you for Elaine for a few days and it was killing him not to tell you.

Rudy had confided in him that the relationship with you just wasn’t working anymore. He said he loved you but he couldn’t stay with you when he had feelings for someone else.

Drew told Rudy it was going to hurt your regardless and Rudy just couldn’t accept that he was going to cause you pain.

But then it happened. And the worst part was that you didn’t yell, swear at him or get angry. You were quiet, though he could see the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That’s it? Just, ‘okay?’ You’re not going to yell at me?” Rudy asked you. “I knew this was coming. You and her had been inseparable for months. I was just in the way.” You said sadly. “I still love you, Y/N.” He said. “Not like I love you though.” You replied.

A solemn silence fell upon the apartment as you sat down on your couch. “I think you should go.” You said quietly, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks so he wouldn’t see.

Of course he felt guilty. He never wanted to hurt you and yet he ended up doing so by making you feel like you were in the way.

You sat on your couch, bringing your knees into your chest to make yourself feel calm. You were on the edge of a full blown panic attack because you felt like you weren’t good enough.

Your boyfriend broke up with you for another girl. What did she have that you didn’t? Aside from Rudy now.

After a few minutes passed by, there was a knock on your apartment door. Whoever it was, you didn’t feel like the company.

Drew left Rudy’s apartment and quickly went to your’s the second his friend returned. He could tell by the look on Rudy’s face that you probably weren’t in the best state of mind.

He knocked on your door and waited for you to answer but that never came.

“Y/N, I have a key so I’m just going to come in anyways.” Drew said from the other side of the door. You didn’t move though. Not feeling like removing yourself from the comfort of your couch.

The door opened and Drew stepped inside, seeing you clinging to yourself on the couch. “Y/N,” He started, walking towards you with haste. He sat down beside you and pulled your distraught figure into his chest.

He held you close as you silently cried to him. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” You asked. Mostly as a rhetorical question but Drew needed to tell you that you were wrong.

“Y/N, you are more than good enough. Rudy’s an idiot and I know one day he’s going to regret ever letting you go.” Drew told you.

In the moment, you didn’t believe him. You thought you’d always be second best.

Over the next few weeks, a whirlwind of things happened to you. You began to realize that your relationship with Rudy was simply because you felt like it was right for you to be together. Your characters on the show were love interests, so of course lines were going to blur.

Outer Banks had been picked up for season 2 but amidst the pandemic, no one knew when filming would start.

And you and Drew had started going out. It started slow, him not wanting to rush you or make you feel like you had to go out with him just because he had feelings for you. But the pandemic had other ideas; the two of you ended up being on lockdown at his apartment.

But neither of you were complaining. You got what you could from your place before hunkering down at Drew’s.

It started out as you sleeping on the couch and various nights of binge watching Netflix. You didn’t tell Madison or Madelyn, in fear of it getting around. The only person Drew told was Austin. Mainly because he had waited so long to be with you he needed to tell someone.

But fans started to notice. Your instagram pictures had the same background as some of Drew’s lives. You’d post a story of a movie and an hour later, Drew would do the same.

Eventually you moved from the couch to Drew’s bed (not sexually). You and Drew got unbelievably close and soon it was time to make it official.

And it was the happiest you had been in quite a long time. Finally you were in a relationship where you didn’t feel second best or as if you weren’t good enough. Drew made sure you knew that you would always be the first choice.

Outer Banks was finally back to filming in Charleston and you were thrilled. You hadn’t seen any of your cast mates since before the pandemic.

You and Drew had arrived shortly after everyone else and met them at Chase’s apartment that night. After the daily COVID test you all would have to endure.

“We’re here!” You greeted as you stepped into the apartment, Drew’s hand wrapped tightly around yours.

Madison and Madelyn ran to you and hugged you tightly, one that you happily returned. “I missed you! Where have you been? You and Drew went AWOL for like two weeks.” Madelyn said.

“We had a little getaway for a bit before all the craziness started. Wanted a little relaxation just the two of us.” You answered. “Seriously you guys are the cutest couple ever. Instagram won’t stop talking about you two.” Madison said. “It’s been, what, five months?” Madelyn asked.

You nodded your head, a sappy smile plastered on your face as you thought about he past five months Drew. “Look at her! She’s blushing!” Madelyn commented.

You and the two girls were in the kitchen talking, while Drew was with the rest of the guys. “How are you and Y/N?” Chase asked. “We’re great. Like seriously, it’s been amazing. It doesn’t feel like it’s only been five months.” Drew answered.

It was clear that Rudy was a bit uncomfortable with the subject matter since you were his ex girlfriend. “Okay, there’s something I want to tell you guys.” Drew started. “And what is that?” Austin asked.

They watched as Drew subtly fished something out of his pocket and all their jaws dropped when they saw what was in his hand. “Dude, no way.” Chase commented. “Are you serious?” JD asked. “Yeah, I got it a couple weeks ago.” Drew answered, a smile on his face.

“I know it’s only been five months but I’ve loved her since that first month on set. The timing just wasn’t right.” He added. That was clearly a dig at Rudy and what had gone down between the two of you. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to get engaged? I mean, I get why’d you want to, you’re 26 but does she? She just turned 22.” Rudy interjected.

Drew felt he had no right to judge him on his relationship with you when he was the one who broke up with you to begin with. “Well, if you actually paid attention to her instead of another girl while you were dating, you’d know that she wants to get married and start a family by 23.” Drew snapped.

“That is true.” JD said bashfully. It seemed that Rudy was so preoccupied with another girl that he didn’t bother to listen to you and everyone else did. No wonder it was so easy for you to move on. You were being treated better than he treated you.

“I don’t know when I want to do it but I want to do it soon. While we’re here because this is where we met.” Drew explained. “I think it’s a great idea. You two are great together and I’ve definitely noticed a change in Y/N. She’s been way happier.” Austin said.

Drew smiled as he looked at the ring in his hand. He went to great lengths to find the perfect ring for you and that was making a fake pinterest account to follow your engagement ring pinterest board.

“Have you told the girls?” JD asked. “Are you kidding? They’d 100% tell her and I want this to be perfect.” Drew said.

Rudy sat there silently to himself, listening to Drew talk about amazing you were and proposing to you. He didn’t need to be reminded of how great you were because he already knew that. He knew better than anyone, he dated you for a year.

“Did you hear about Rudy and Elaine?�� Madelyn asked you. “No, what happened?” You asked. “She cheated on him. A few weeks ago actually.” She explained. “Really? Is he okay?” You questioned. “He says he’s fine but I know he’s devastated. I mean, he did let you go for her and it bit him in the ass.” Madison answered.

Of course you felt bad for Rudy. It’s a terrible feeling to be cheated on and you wanted to make sure he was okay. “Should I talk to him?” You asked. “I think he’d appreciate that.” Madelyn said.

After everyone had settled down, you had gotten Rudy’s attention and asked him to join you outside on the balcony.

“What’s up?” He asked. “I, uh, heard about you and Elaine. I’m really sorry.” You said. “It’s okay. It was probably my karma. I let go of the best thing I had and then this happened.” He said.

“Rudy, it happened for a reason. I was devastated after you broke up with me. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. So, I know how you’re feeling. Like you weren’t good enough and you clearly didn’t make them happy. It sucks but you’ll be okay. I’m okay now.” You told him. “Does he make you happy?” He asked.

You thought back to all the times you were at your lowest and Drew was always there.

“Yeah. Yeah he does.” You said with a smile. “That’s all I want. I just want you to be happy.” He said. You gave him a friendly hug, mainly for closure.

You both walked back inside and Drew pulled you down to sit on his lap. You pressed a kiss to his forehead as you fell into casual conversation with everyone.

Drew looked up at you as you laughed and smiled with your friends, completely enamored with you.

He knew you were it for him and you knew he was your endgame.

Drew had been planning your proposal for a while. It was now October in Charleston and the whole cast was going to the South Carolina aquarium on their day off.

Madison’s girlfriend, Mariah, was also in town visiting and Drew felt it was perfect.

Madelyn would have your parents on Facetime while Chase had Drew’s. All of the people you loved in one place to celebrate you and Drew.

You were walking through the giant ocean exhibit, admiring the animals, holding Drew’s hand.

All of your friends trailed behind, not wanting to ruin your moment.

Drew stopped you and you looked at him with furrowed brows until he got down on one knee.

“What the hell?” You questioned. “Y/N, you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. Since the day I met you, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Even when I didn’t have you, I knew we’d end up together. And I know it’s been about seven months but there’s not a doubt in my mind that I want you to be my wife.” Drew started.

Madelyn and Madison were crying, the boys were smiling, Rudy more than the rest. He could see how much Drew loved you, more than he ever thought he could.

“So, Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked. “Duh! Of course I will!” You answered. Drew smiled and placed the ring on your finger.

@y/n__: umm WTF i’m engaged?! i love you to the moon and beyond @drewstarkey

@rudeth: congratulations you wonderful humans! i love both of you

@madelyncline: i’m not crying, you’re crying

@fan1: OMG YAY CONGRATS

@fan2: my otp is getting married!!!!!!

@drewstarkey: i love you more (oh and thanks for agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me)

#imagine #imagines #Outer Banks #outer banks imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rudy pankow #chase stokes #madison bailey #madelyn cline #austin north #jonathan daviss

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