#oh man this took a longggg turn

[rindough]

yeah sure!! can i be 💫 anon? if that one's taken 🎲 anon is also fine!

also Salvation Army by Harrison Whitford reminds me of so many characters... specifically tho it makes me think of Acheron having a s/o that she left behind but really it fits with anyone who would reminisce on a lost childhood/past and the people in it (wow that's a lot of the HSR cast huh)

assigneddd!!! ure now the bling bling anon :DD

ngl i also think that this song suits a lot or any character *calls entire hsr cast to go on set* well for me atm, i can envision this song with acheron, let's say you resided in xian zhou luo fu, a chef for a stall that many loved to frequent to.

the rain sometimes poured above your stall's shelter, and accompanied with the chitter chatter of your regulars? it only add more weight to your heavy heart that had to bear the weight of your lover leaving.

no one would want their lover to leave to venture out into the unknown, even if their lover had to, nobody would wish for them to venture into the haze only to never come back. everybody wants them to come home, safe and sound.

but why hasn't she come through the doorstep yet? why isn't there any "babe, i'm home!" in the quiet of your home.

the slit in your heart, it deepens at each creak you caused when your feet lands the old wooden floor, it aches dully in your chest at every window you open, only for cold wind to rush in. it aches at every sunrise and sunset.

it's not like acheron left you for good, but for some reason, this time when she had left to go on a mission. the kiss she places on your forehead was chaste, her mind on edge and her voice perhaps a little too sharp for your everyday conversation.

"i'm leaving now," she looks at you, hands firmly holding your shoulders in place, the morning air filling into your traditional home, the soft rumble of thunder sounding from far away. without warning, you tip toed and place a kiss on her lips, pulling her into a hug afterwards. acheron wraps her arms around you, a hand stroking the crown of your head as if she was trying to soothe you.

she'll be gone for a while, she doesn't want to leave you, but she had to. she need to get that income for the two of you.

but to make this much more easier to overcome, this moment when the two of you part, again... she decides to act a little colder, a little distant but honestly she came to realised later in penacony that it wouldn't make sense... given that you've been dating since a decade ago. she sometimes would face palm herself when she realises how confused you might be after that farewell, she blames herself for getting a little too caught up in those soap operas you two would watch at night.

acheron quietly makes a sharp turn in the alley of golden hour, sounds of puking and laughter not that far behind her. a few more steps and the hotel door was illuminating brightly in front of her. she longs for you, she misses your touch. thankfully it's the final commission for her current journey, time went by so fast, she couldn't count how many days or weeks have gone past. but she was sure it wasn't years away from you, speaking of you... you must've missed her dearly in your house. she enters a room after being redirected by the trailblazer, settling down into the tub. she closes her eyes, hopefully waiting for a different reality to wake her up, a reality that she is familiar with.

darkness washes over her, she could date back to that specific moment when she felt her heart doing summersaults and butterflies creeping up her stomach that she'd mistaken it to be a case of caffeine overload. she remembered the crash that accompanied shortly after you called out to her under the warm light of the lamppost in xian zhou luo fu. that night was a mere reunion for friends who had grown up together, but for some reason, she's here, just to accompany you to attend this meetup, even though she knows nuts about your childhood friends.

you weren't aware of her background back then and she couldn't blame you, she had just arrived to the area, got to know you for the sake of a mission, but somehow, found herself overstaying in the planet. boothill had called her to return for some other 'irrelevant' businesses but she couldn't be bothered. being here, in this bustling town, with you by her side, learning what had made up your childhood, how you do things here in this planet, what the people here enjoy the most... it all reminded her of warmth... like a home... something that she couldn't remember or understand about.

acheron feels as if she could be herself around you, breaking down that cold and mysterious demeanor that she displays on every visit to many different planets. so when you invited her out for this meetup as a plus one, she couldn't deny it. she wants to savor, to capture every single chance to get and stay close to someone she calls 'home'.

so that night, she realises something, but nothing good.

overstaying is one thing, but what if she *had* to leave one day, what if she was forced to leave? that wouldn't appear good to you nor her. who knows she would face a penalty? or what if... the way she's this attached to you, she could get in trouble, you could get in trouble.

so she did what she had to do, pulled you aside and told you that she's leaving tomorrow. and when you called out to her that night, disbelief written all over your face, eyes on the verge of tears at the fact that she'll be leaving not soon but tomorrow? she can't blame you for making her want to lean in, to press her lips against yours under the warm yet quiet night. to make you understand what she thinks of you.

when she opens her eyes once more, body floating in the dream tub, she raises a hand up, admiring the way it glistens under the light behind her.

she was determined to head back to you, in the comfort of your family home, into the warmth of your arms.

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©  2024 rindough, do not repost or plagiarize.

[girlboypersonthingy]

i’ve never really asked before but i just read all of your sally face stuff and BFBSVAVAX so i was thinking….

(preferably afab) reader coming home tired and needy, walking in sal and their shared room sighing as they rip off their work shirt and stare at sal who’s practicing a new song. waiting for him to put his guitar aside they fall dramatically into his lap and start COVERING his mask in kisses, stopping suddenly to ask for a real kiss:3

just some fluffy stuff pls it’s been a LONGGGG few weeks:D

A D O R A B L E ! ! ! This week has def been a ‘I want to come home to Sal and collapse in his arms’ type of week for me like oof 😔…I’m sorry this took me a while to get to, I hope you’re alright. Hopefully you’re doing better by now and if not, plz feel free to message me and we can chat 🖤 thanks for requesting and enjoy!

Notes: fem!reader, this is really fucking silly I’m so sorry…

TW: a bit suggestive, lots of swearing, making out, spit/drool, boobs lol 18+ only!!!

Sal x reader- Hard Day 🌙

(Imagine Sal practicing this song while you read this 🖤)

“Fuuuuuuckkkk…” You groan loudly as you drag your feet through the doorway of the house, stomping loudly on each step of the stairs. As you near the door way of your bedroom, you see the light is on, the music is loud and you can hear Sal playing his guitar along to it, occasionally hitting the wrong note. As you step across the threshold of the room, you let loose a big breath of air as you slouch over a bit, catching Sal’s attention for a moment.

“Hey babe!” He shouts over the music while continuing with his playing. He was sat up on the corner of the bed, guitar in his lap, slouched over with his prosthetic still on. You couldn’t help but watch his fingers on the strings for a moment, black painted nails moving oh so smooth but still making little mistakes. “Hi…I’m so tired.” You say but it falls on deaf ears. Sal is just so close to nailing this one part of the song, he’s been trying for two and half hours now and he’s too close to quit.

Disappointed and a bit annoyed, you quickly shed your shirt and continue giving Sal a cranky but needy glare, only covered by a bra up top. “Sal!!!” You finally shout, making Sal look up, making his hands freeze for a moment. He quickly leans over to turn the music off, his blue hair swaying over his shoulders as he moves. “I’m sorry…uh hey…babe. You okay?” Just by the tone of his voice, the way he’s hesitating and stopping to lick his dry lips under his mask, you can tell he’s equally flustered and excited by your lack of clothes.

“No…I’m not…” You pout for a moment, sighing as you rub your aching temples. He sets his guitar aside and puts one hand out towards you, offering it as a comforting gesture. You gladly accept, grabbing his hand then quickly approaching him and sitting in his lap. “This week…was the fucking worst!” You cry out dramatically, turning to the side so he can hold you bridal style. “I just wanna stay home with you all day, every day.” Sal chuckles softly, one arm tucked up under your knees, the other cradling your back while his hand ruffles the hair on the nape of your neck. “Me too, babe. Me too…” He replies before he gently nuzzles his prosthetic up against your face, making kissy noises under it.

After enough of his cuddly kisses, you decided to return the favor, covering his mask in kisses. You pepper kisses everywhere, all over his prosthetic very quick and soft. Until finally, you pause and place a long kiss on the lips of his prosthetic, humming as a smile grows on your lips. “You know what would really make me feel better…?” You really drag out the words, using your best flirty voice as your finger traces the side of his mask. “What?” He quickly clears his throat, your faces only inches apart. His rapid breathing echos inside his prosthetic as his hand slides up to fully cradle your head.

“Kiss me for real…please?” Your flirty tone turns to a very soft, comforting type of tone, smiling up at him as you watch him blink down at you. There’s a pause, he hesitates for a moment before gulping nervously. Although you’ve seen his face many times before, mouth to mouth kisses were hard to come by with Sal. With a shaky hand, he grabs your own hand and guides it to the back of his head, gesturing for you to unclip his prosthetic for him. He was far too nervous to do it himself, he figured he’d let you set the pace.

To his surprise, you’re pretty quick with the buckles and the mask falls into your lap within seconds. Immediately, your lips meet, Sal uses that hand on the back of your head to push you into him further. As your arms snake around his neck, hugging him close to your nearly bare chest, his other hand is gently kneading your hip as you move your lips against his. The kiss began to rapidly pick up pace, his tongue occasionally licking along your bottom lip.

It was always a delightful shock when your lips or tongue would meet his teeth accidentally where they peek through his cheek and the corner of his mouth, now was no exception. Any time this happens, Sal usually shies away and assumes it grosses you out, especially when he knows he’s probably drooling. Expecting this would happen, you move one hand to the back of his head, matching the grasp he has on you to keep him engaged in the kiss.

A low moan comes from him as he deepens the kiss along with you, tilting his head and running his tongue along your own. Suddenly, clumsily, Sal grabs ahold of your legs and slowly lays back on the bed, pulling you along with him, trying to keep his lips on yours. He fails at this, your lips parting for a moment, him awkwardly shifting under you until he pulls you up closer to his bright red and slightly sweaty face. You can’t help but laugh, not at him, he’s just too cute when he gets like this,

A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he holds you closer, squeezing you tightly against him as he places a final kiss on your nose. “Are you feeling better?” He quickly leans back in for a few more tender lip kisses, smiling brightly as he pulls back. “Yes, sooooo much better. You know what would really make me happy though, Sally?” Your hands run slowly through his long, blue hair as he hums in response. “Hm?”

“Let’s do all of that again…but in a nice hot shower~”

Cue Sal getting a gruesome bloody nose as he glances down at your barely covered chest and thinks about having a shower with you. 🥴🖤

[suugarbabe]

Sweater weather fic! Oh my gosh it’s finally fall season I was wondering if you could possibly write a FIC abt Theodore Nott x reader smut based off the song? I LOVE UR WORK SM PLS DONT OVERWORK URSELF BABE

so sorry this took me so longggg, i really truly struggle with lyric fics so if it's shite don't come for me!

warning: there is some smut, couldn't help meself, sooooory

And all I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

Theo had known you basically his whole life. Your dad and uncle ‘worked’ closely with his father, so he had seen you at your cousin’s house near constantly, then every summer and holiday since you all started attending Hogwarts. 

Your cousin being Lorenzo Berkshire, or as everyone called him, Enzo. Your family had always referred to you and Enzo as ‘the twins’ despite you being only cousins because you were both born on the same day and both had similar features. Your parents were so close that you even had a room at Enzo's house for when you stayed over. Theo attributes this fact as to the reason he had been so dismissive of you being a girl while growing up. 

The first time Theo remembers really seeing you, like noticing you noticing you was near the end of fifth year. Now it was the second half of summer and his new infatuation had only grown tenfold. He wasn’t sure what had happened during the first half of summer while he was away in Italy with his father, but something happened to you. 

When you came down from the house that night in a slouchy jumper and short high waisted shorts he thought he might pass out. He looked around the bonfire that was happening and noticed the only open space was on the bench next to him and he thanked Merlin and the stars above for aligning so perfectly. 

As you sat down next to him, you left little space between you two. He hoped the darkness around helped disguise the way his eyes raked over your form from everyone else at the fire. He couldn’t help but practically drool at the thickness of your thighs and how desperately he wanted to feel the heat of them around his head.

Oh, she knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no 'Cause it's too cold For you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

His breath seemed to catch in his throat when you hooked your pinky over his resting on the bench. He looked up to your face to see if you had done it on purpose only to be met with a quick glance and a wink from you before you turned back to your conversation with Pansy on the other side of you. 

Theo’s mind was racing at just the small action, not being able to compute in his brain that you may be thinking the same about him as he was about you. Before he could come up with some sort of explanation you subtly moved closer to him so that your thigh was squished against his. 

If that wasn’t enough, you then placed your hand on his thigh. Now…now, he thought he might die, might pass out even as he glanced around the fire. Somehow, thankfully, no one took notice of the small and simple movement; most importantly, Enzo didn’t notice, too heavily engaged in conversation with Blaise. 

When he looked back over your eyes were on him, amused smirk on your face. He laughed out rather bashfully, scratching the back of his neck like a nervous tick. When you leaned towards him he held his breath, afraid he might burst on the spot. When your lips were next to his ear, your breath on his skin, he swore he was going to be fully aroused right then, right there in front of everyone. 

“Wait five minutes, then meet me in my room. It’s the one across from Enzo’s in case you forgot,” with a quick squeeze to his thigh, you got up, telling Pansy you had to use the restroom as you walked away. 

Theo sat nervously on the bench, his leg on fire where your hand had just been while his other bounced nervously. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he needed you, now. So he spouted something about getting another drink, waving off the calls from other’s to grab them one as well, he trudged up to the house in pursuit of you.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides a mind To move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour

Your mouth was on Theo’s before he could even say anything, fisting the material of his jumper to pull him impossibly closer. You tugged on the material and Theo quickly shed himself of the layer, taking his shirt along with it. You took the opportunity to pull your jumper off as well, leaving Theo nearly breathless at the sight of you in just your bra and shorts.

His mouth was on your skin as his hands found your waist, gripping the soft skin as his name fell from your lips. Goosebumps raised in the trail of his fingertips of one hand as it lightly glided against and explored your body while the other slid under the waistband of your shorts.

Your hands trailed over his abs, feeling the divots and ridges of his muscles as he popped the button to your shorts, pulling down the zipper. His fingers teased the band of your panties, pausing briefly to look you in the eyes, silently asking permission to continue. 

As you nodded your head his hand slipped further, fingers dipping between your folds and gathering your slick before rubbing tight circles against your bundle of nerves. Your nails dug into Theo’s shoulders as he swallowed your moans. Pushing two fingers deep into your cunt causing your back arched off the wall and further into Theo's chest. 

He was in heaven having you fall apart at his touch. As he pressed against the spongy part inside of you your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling as he repeated the action. As he curled his fingers once more there was a knock at the door, causing his hand to still inside you. 

“I know you’re in there, Theodore,” Draco’s tone was teasing. As Theo slipped his fingers from inside you, you grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers to your tongue and licking them clean of your juices. 

Theo couldn’t suppress the soft whimper that left his lips at the sight of your tongue wrapped around his digits, barely noticing the door being opened and a smirking Draco standing in the doorway. “If you two are done being pervs with each other, we’re all in the living room now, it started raining.” 

Theo looked from Draco to you, cheeks aflame and mouth agape trying to find a proper response. You gave him another quick wink before placing a chaste kiss to his cheek and following Draco down the hall to meet the others, Theo close on your tail.

[divinelolita]

What's up bbg?Can you do a fanfic with 2000s kaulitz twins were bill and Tom are at a meet and greet and there celebrity crush scene forever shows up to the meet and greet to get one of there albums signed and both Tom and bill are are shocked and speechless that M/N is a fan.

KAULITZ TWINS X CELEB READER: MEET AND GREET

hii my beautiful amazing angelic gorgeous wife 😇 erm we are still married so i have the right to call you that ANYWAYS uh if it's bad no it's not

"Jesus fuck how much longer..."

Tom groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he finished signing another girls album, hands starting to cramp. Bill only giggled, cracking his knuckles as he looked over at his brother. "I mean we are here for another.." Bill looked over at the black and white clock hanging onto the wall, "...Hour?" Bill laughed as he watched Toms jaw drop, his eyes that were once nearly closed to exhaustion grow wide like saucers. "ANOTHER hour?! Oh my god...." he complained, whining like a spoiled child as he hit his hand down on the table in frustration, pulling away with a soft 'ow'.

Bill watched as Georg's mouth curled up in a smirk as he watched Tom's mini-tantrum. He could hear he soft snickering of Gustav as he signed another boys album, giving a small "You're welcome!" as the boy walked off. Bill really didn't blame Tom, as his fingers were starting to hurt and he was sweating like a motherfucker. Seriously, sometimes he regretted wearing so much clothing. If only he could take a cold shower, put on a pair or sweatpants and tanktop, sitting in his AC filled house...

"Hi, Bill!" a girl squeaked, making him jump slightly and apologize as he took his pen with trembling hands and signed away. She smiled as she looked down, her teeth so white Bill had to blink due to the glare. "Thanks!" she said, skipping away to go to her brother-or sister. Bill smiled, giving a small wave, before sluming back into his seat.

Tom guffawed, looking down at his younger brother. "Sit back up. We have another 45 minutes to go." Bill winced as he felt a small but firm slap on his shoulder, reluctantly sitting back up and propping himself in his elbows. Tom cleared his throat as a pretty girl came up to him with another album, his handwriting slightly off and a bit sloppy. He looked back at the clock. 42 minutes left. Yes, this was going to be a longggg time.

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To say Bill's hands were hurting was a huge understandment. He could barely flex his fingers, that damn pen was starting to hurt everytime he held it. He found himself looking up at the clock after every person left, only finding it made time go by slower. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour. Really, he just wanted to go back to the tour bus and sleep. It was times like these when he wondered what it would be like if he didn't sing 'It's Raining Men' or if he didn't become famous.

What would his job be? Maybe a fashion designer, or perhaps a teacher? Maybe a manager of some company?

He jumped slightly as Georg pushed him in the shoulder, a brown eyebrow quirked up. "Bill, what's wrong man? You look ill." Georg attempted to put the back of his hand to Bills forehead, but Bill swatted his hand away with a small laugh. "No, no I'm fine. Just uh..a bit tired is all." Georg hummed in agreement, cursing to himself under his breath as somebody walked up to him. He forced a small smile as the boy asked him a few questions, giving Georg a small album to sign aswell.

Tom smacked his lips together as he finished yet another. He looked up to the clock and couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh as he saw they were down to 15 minutes. Gustav looked in his direction, clapping his hands a few times as he smiled. At this point, Tom couldn't even make out his own signature he gave out. He wasn't even checking out the girls as they walked away from him. He was never like this, never so tired he could barley keep sitting. He turned towards Bill in his seat, pushing a piece of hair behind his hair. He saw how tired Bill looked, how even with all the black eyeshadow that could mess with Tom's vision his brother still had eyebags, turning the pale skin gray under his eyes.

Bill and Tom groaned quietly in union as they saw somebody else come up to them, they turned back around, about to give a soft smile or "Hi!" to the person, but their mouths dropped. A boy with (colored) hair and an album tucked under his arm greeted them before they could, the twins having to blink a few times as their hearts heated faster. No.. It couldn't be him..although with that clothing, that hair, those eyes, and oh FUCK it was M/N. M/N L/N.

"Hi Bill, Tom," he greeted, smiling softly as he placed the album infront of them, " I've been waiting to get an album signed! Lines pretty crazy." He chuckled, a warm and cheery sound that instantly got rid of any anxiety the twins may have had.

Bill took him out his pen quickly as Tom fixed his posture, his face red. M/N watched as Bill signed his name in the corner, how his fingers were trembling and how slow and careful he was being. Tom signed in the other corner, actually holding the pen in a tight fist as he tried to write the best signature he could at the moment. "I uhh..You're M/N right?" OH STUPID STUPID TOM! He wanted to kill himself right there and then, what a dumb question!

But the gorgeous boy infront of them didn't laugh, didn't walk away. No. He stood there with a bright smile, laughing a bit. "Really? What makes you think that?" he teased, cocking his head to the side. Bill cleared his throat, feeling his palms get sweaty. "It's nice to meet you! I'm...Tom and I are big fans." Bill blabbered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he gave a nervous smile. Dear Lord, Tom felt his knees buckle as M/N's face brightened, his smile widening. "Oh? Really?"

The twins nodded, not being able to form words currently. M/N laughed quietly, "Ah, how nice. You both did well tonight! Seriously Tom, I wish I could play guitar!.." (if you do no you don't) "..and your voice never fails to amaze me, Bill.." Tom and Bill could only let out soft 'thank you's', faces flushed with red and pink as they suddenly started to feel the air around them go up by a measly.. 100 degrees.

M/N held out his hands for the boys to shake, their hands feeling clammy and jittery as they held onto their crushes hand, almost sad and disappointed to see him go. M/N grabbed the album left on the table, giving a sad smile. "Hmm.. I have to get going now. It was nice meeting you!" he grinned as he waved, turning around and going out the door. "Bye..!" Tom and Bil said together, smiling as they waved. Their legs felt like jello, regardless of sitting down, and their hearts were beating so fast they could've popped out of their chest.

YES! They were done. Such a good day..a good concert, and a great ending!

"Hi, Tom!"

A girl said, holding out another album for the boy to sign. Bill held back a laugh as Tom sighed to himself before giving a forced smile, grabbing the pen as he bent over to give his signature.

Well...almost done.

[thathorriblebitch]

AN ANIMATIC!!!!

GORE WARNING FOR A FEW FRAMES!

ALSO SPOILERSSS

(tumblr may have killed quality srry)

Notes under cut

AHH THIS TOOK SOOOOOO LONGGGG

I haven't posted any comments or notes or fanart in a while so here's the whole shebang, enjoy my mad rantings @uhohbestie

So starting from chapter 21 when grian died, oh my goddd

I was convinced that Scar would die first and grian would give in to his suicidal thoughs from when he was on the sand cliff

Then after scar and grian make it out of a horde infested store alive. The worst happens

"He'd grown complacent, and now scar was suffering for the consequences of it."

A quote that sadly summarizes a large percentage of the fic

Thennn

"He knows the blood seeping from his shoulder hasn't come from a gunshot."

"I love you, scar"

"'I love you,' he adds, and it feels so easy to say now that he wonders why he ever struggled with it before."

Owwwwww

It's oddly poetic how in his effort to help and aid scar he had to leave him behind. I took his own death for him to admit to him faults, for him to help scar, for him to say he loves scar, and it feels like I'm supposed to forgive grian, BUT HE STILL HASNT APOLOGIZED! he barely acknowledged his cheating.

It's very purposeful that I drew him dying in the desert instead of the woods.

I do wonder if the trio could every stumble upon him while they explore ghost towns

Next chapter

22 FUCKING SCHLAT?! I understand that this schlat is not even all that close to the one I know and love from dsmp! Era, but still. Schlat?!?! I have never watched his day z streams nor another zombie content from any dsmp people (mainly ref Tommy's and Charlie's vids) so I have no clue who Aubry, Mosin man, Paul, or any other people from that reference so to me they end up coming off as oocs but they have clear intentions and I love how they give scar his turn to use his salesman voice. Anywayyy

Next chapters up to 26

I enjoy the vibes of schlat joking with scar's pc ass

They fit in the weirdest way and I still get thrown off seeing schlat on my tumblr feed from the chapter banners

The sudden kidnapping was fun and I can't wait for scar to randomly start using his legs and firearm skills to kill 3 guys then feel guilty asf just cause "Oh God I killed unzombie people oh noooo"

Anyway in general, I love how this fic is turning out and feel my heart shatter for scar every update and fear for my life when I see lock n key post anything regarding the plot

And my favorite part of this fic?

TEMPORARY CHARACTER DEATH

TEMPORARY!!!!

much love, thb

[mangoposts]

if your comfortable can you give us a breef how you lost your virginity I have a boyfriend we’ve been dating for 2 months. But I don’t wanna lose my virginity it looks so awkward like no thank you

-🍔

Oh honnnnnnneeeyyyyyyyyy

I lost my virginity at 19 (Like a week after i turned 19) And it was with a man i dated for two years TWO YEARS I DID NOTTTT LET HIM FUCK MEEE😭 so please don’t worry about having sex so soon you could take all the time you want. But he was very respectful about it the entire time never pressured me about it. i’d sent him a loottttt of nudes and vice versa and we’d do everything except for fuck cause every time we got to that point id be like Ummmmm No😝. And he’d comply. But it was just a random ass day when we were getting freak nasty that i decided to go all the way bc i was horny as shit and he literally asked if i was sure maybe like 400 times

It literally wasn’t enjoyable at all ❤️ Just stung and i refused to let him move for literally 25 mins. He felt so bad because i couldn’t even control the way i was crying and holding my damn breath Lmfaooooooo. But i got used to it after like the third time bc he did everything right and took it slow asf so def keep that shit sloooowwww it’s a longggg process

[libraryofloveletters]

Ok blurb concept, reader is Eddies sister who works as a kindergarten teacher (just like bundle of beautiful sunshine) but Eddie said Buck isn’t allowed to date her like at all. And they just are secretly dating and Eddie goes to Bucks apartment for a surprise bro night but Buck and Y/N going at it on the couch and Eddie just walks in and... yeah... sorry if that’s hells specific!

-A💕

Sisters & Misters 

Evan Buckley x Diaz!Reader, Eddie Diaz x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, kissing, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs and sex toys, sibling disagreements, arguments, tears, one or two swear words

Category: Angst/fluff

Word Count: 6.2k

Author’s note: this is a longggg one, anyway enjoy! this one’s for you A <3

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Her heels click on the concrete floors as she enters the station. 

“Edmundo?!” her voice carries through the entire station. 

All eyes were on the man sitting at the table. His head perks up at the sound of her voice, eyes going wide. “Oh fuck. Buck, stall her, I’ll explain later.” Eddie pushes the chair back and walks towards the bunks, leaving his best friend to deal with the woman looking for him. Buck’s eyes flicker between the room and then the stairs, surely Eddie had a good reason for his sudden disappearance. 

Jogging down the stairs, he comes face to face with a woman. He took a moment to admire her, a simple black top tucked into a skirt with a floral pattern. A pair of black heels tying the look together. To say she was breathtakingly beautiful would be an understatement. 

“Eddie's in the shower. Can I help you?” Buck asks the woman who was now looking him up and down. 

“You are?” 

“Evan Buckley, call me Buck” a smile on his face. 

“Is my brother really in the shower or is he hiding from me?” the amusement audible in her voice.

“If I tell you the truth, what are you gonna do?” 

“Depends. Why did he have Abuela pick up Chris from school ?”

“I- uh, I don’t have the answer to that.” 

The woman hums, Buck glances back at the kitchen. “Is he up there?” she asks him and before Buck can answer, she pushes past him and makes her way upstairs. 

“You can’t be up here- never mind” Buck doesn’t bother chasing after her when he sees her approaching her brother. Eddie shot Buck a glare, Buck mouths a ‘sorry’ before taking a seat on the couch.

He can hear bits of the conversation. She’s yelling at him for having Abuela pick up Christopher when she specifically told him that she would do it. Eddie tries to reason with her but she doesn’t listen to him. Buck watches the two of them and smiles to himself. The Diaz siblings remind him a lot of him and Maddie when they were younger- even up to now, they still bickered like children. Her hand stretched out, seeming like she was waiting for Eddie to give her something. He then reaches into his pocket, fishing his keys out and giving them to her. A smile on her face, she kisses his cheek and turns towards the stairs. 

“Nice to meet you Buck” smiling at the man on the couch, she makes her way down the stairs. 

Buck mumbles a bye when he can feel Eddie’s eyes on him. “What was that about?” Buck leans back on the couch, looking at his friend. Eddie sighs and shakes his head, sitting on the couch beside Buck. 

“That was my sister, y/n” 

“I gathered that much” 

“She’s off work today and said she’d pick up Chris from school but she had to take her car into the shop. She was running late and I called Abuela to pick up Chris. I didn’t exactly tell her about the change in plans so she was kind of shocked when she showed up and saw Abuela there with Chris.” 

Buck chucked, “what does she do ?” 

“She’s a kindergarten teacher. She works at the school down the street from my place- Chris’s old school” 

“Hm that’s cool but why did she take your keys ?” 

“Oh, yeah. Her car is still in the shop. She took my truck so I'm gonna need a ride home tonight” he gives his friend a small smile. Buck laughs and nods, “yeah, I got you” 

--- 

Eddie and Buck were on the way to Eddie’s house. The two men stopped for pizza per request of Christoper. After Eddie’s sister left the station, she picked up Chris and went back to Eddie’s place. 

Eddie walked in first, Buck followed him in. “Buddy! I’m home!” Eddie calls for Chris, he glances at you laying on the couch. You didn’t realize that Eddie hasn't come home alone so your attention was still on the tv. Eddie leaves Buck in the living room and walks to Christopher’s room. 

Buck puts the box of pizza on the coffee table, that’s when you realized he was there. Pulling your legs back towards your side of the couch, you sit up. 

“Hey” you smile at the man now sitting on the other side of the couch. 

“Hi” he returns the smile. 

“How was work ?” you ask as you get up off the couch 

“It was fine, just a regular day.” His eyes follow you as you walk into the kitchen. You had discarded the heels and changed from your top and skirt, now in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, you seemed more relaxed. 

“Do you want a beer ?” calling for him, he shouts back a yes. Buck makes his way to the kitchen, you hand him a bottle and turn to the drawers. “Where’s the opener?” mumbling to yourself and tumbling through the drawer. 

Buck taps your shoulder, handing you an open bottle. Your brows furrowed, had he found the opener ? Buck picks up the other bottle and twists the cap off, you hum and mumble a thanks before hopping up on the counter. Eddie’s now in the living room with Chris, he tells him that he’d be right back with a plate.

Eddie opens the cupboard next to you, he glances at you. “Are those my clothes ?” 

“Mhm hm” taking a sip of your beer, your eyes were on Buck. He smiles at you and takes a seat at the kitchen table. 

“You went in my room ?” 

“I did. Is that an issue ? Do you have something to hide ?” 

“Obviously not” Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“Drugs ?” your question earns a smack to the arm from your brother. “Oh my god, sex toys?” you gasp, you know Eddie would shout at you for that one. 

“Y/n! Shut up! Chris is right there” 

“You didn’t say no.. but good for you” Eddie groans in annoyance, Buck on the other hand, chokes on his beer when you congratulate your brother on his alleged sex toy. Eddie shoots you a glare and goes to the living room to help Chris with the pizza. 

“So, you” turning your attention to Buck, “do you have siblings ?” 

“Yeah, a sister. Maddie.” 

“Oh yeah, Ed’s told me about her. She’s the one dating um- what’s his name ?” 

“Chimney ?”

“Yeah! That’s it!” Buck smiles at you. Eddie returns to tell you that the pizza is going to get cold if you don’t eat it soon. You and Buck pause your conversation and go to eat. The rest of the evening was spent with the 3 guys, Christoper tells you about all the times he and Buck hung out. Eddie and Buck also tell you about the first time they met, how Buck was jealous - he claims he wasn’t- and how they pulled a grenade out of a man. 

“Alright buddy. Time for bed” Eddie turns to Chris who is now groaning. “Ten more minutes dad” he looks at his father, his best pout on his face. Eddie smiles at his son, ruffling his hair before kissing the top of his head. “Come on, you’ve got school in the morning. Buck’ll come back another day and hang out.” Eddie reasons with him, Chris looks at Buck. 

“Promise you’ll come over this weekend ?” 

“Yeah, of course” he smiles at Chris. Chris gives Buck a hug and then comes over to you and gives you one too. “Sleep well kiddo” kissing his cheek, you smile at the little boy as he goes to meet his father in his room. 

Once again, it’s just you and Buck in the living room. Breaking the silence, you speak up first. “You’re good with him” 

“It’s not hard. He’s a great kid” 

“Can I-” “Are you-” the sentences cut each other off. “You first” you smile at him, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Letting a sigh, he glances towards the hallway. “Can I get your number ?” 

“Oh I actually have a boyfriend” 

“Oh you’re- oh god. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were dating-” “Buck, I'm kidding.” biting the inside of your cheek to hold back a laugh, Buck visibly relaxes. He hands the phone to you, letting you put your number in his phone. 

When Eddie returns from Christoper’s room, he stops and watches you and Buck on the couch. Buck’s arm draped over the back on the couch, his hand on your shoulder. You were leaning into Buck’s side, your arm on his thigh, propping yourself up. To a stranger, the two of you would pass as a couple. 

Eddie wasn’t pleased at all. 

“Buck, it’s pretty late, isn't it?” He asks, stepping further into the living room. Buck raises a brow, Eddie seemed to be in a hurry to get him out of there. You on the other hand, knew exactly what your brother was playing at. It was pretty late and both he and Eddie had a shift the next morning but Eddie had his own reason for wanting Buck to go. 

“You know what?” you sit up, “I'll watch Chris tomorrow and I'll swing by the station to see you” you tell Eddie, but that last part about swinging by the station was directed to Buck. 

“Carla’s coming tomorrow” Eddie gives you a look, he also knew what you were playing at. 

“Give her the day off. It’s Saturday and I'd love to spend the day with my nephew.” giving you brother a look, he knew you weren't going to back down so he gave in. 

“Yeah, um- I'll get going” Buck stands, he looks back at you on the couch and smiles. “See you tomorrow” once again, a statement said to Eddie but directed to someone else- you. 

When Buck stepped out, Eddie turned to you. “I know what you’re thinking” he says, a confused expression on your face. “And what am I thinking?” 

“You like him.” Eddie sits beside you. 

“Mhm hm” 

“Y/n, don’t.” 

“Eddie, I'm not a baby anymore. You don’t have a say in who I date.” 

“First of all, I'm your brother, I will always have a say. Buck- he’s my friend but he doesn’t exactly have the greatest track record with women. I don’t want you to get hurt, so just don’t. Okay ?” he pleads, you nod. 

“Okay.” you smile at your brother, he leans down and kisses the top of your head. 

Of course, you just tell him what he wants to hear and deep down, he knows that too. When you want something, you always get it, one way or another. 

Buck wouldn’t be the exception. 

---- 

Eddie sees Buck in the locker room when he arrives at work, he heads straight in so he’d have a chance to talk to Buck before work. “Hey man” Eddie smiles at his friend when he walks in. “Hey Eds, what’s up?” Buck returns the smile when he shut his locker door. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Eddie shoves his bag in his locker, his back now pressed up against the lockers. Buck was almost 90% sure he knew where this conversation was going but he hummed, waiting for Eddie to say something. 

“You and y/n seemed comfortable on the couch last night” 

“What ?” Buck laughed, he was just sitting beside her. What the hell was Eddie going on about? 

“The arm on the back of the couch, her leaning on you” he says, like that was so obvious. 

“Dude, my arm was just resting there. I sit beside you like that” he gives him a ‘are you serious’ look. 

“Hm” Eddie turns back to his locker, Buck’s face twists into a confused look. 

“Hm? What was that ‘hm’ about?” he asks the man across from him. 

“Nothing” Eddie mumbles, Buck knows Eddie better than he thinks. That ‘hm’ wasn't nothing, it obviously meant something. 

“Eddie, c’mon man. What is it?” 

“You want the truth ?” Eddie shifts to face his friend. 

Buck nods, “always.” Eddie lets out a sigh before he speaks. “She’s my little sister, man and you’re my best friend, you know that” he reaches out, his hand on Buck’s shoulder. “You don’t make the best choices when it comes to relationships and when you do, they tend to leave.” Eddie’s words sunk into the deepest parts of Buck’s heart, he was right- but god did the words hurt. 

“Y/n, she’s young- naive. She doesn't know what she wants and I just don’t want to see her hurt you, and I definitely don’t need you to hurt her either.” 

“Eddie, just say it.” Buck’s head tilts slightly, a small sigh slips past his lips. 

“If you know what’s good for you- both of you, you’ll stay away from her. I won’t allow you to date her.” Eddie tells him, Buck can’t help but laugh. Eddie’s brows furrow, a scowl present on his face. 

“What ?”

“You ‘won’t allow it’? She’s not 12.” he chucked, “I think she’s more than capable of making her own choices.” 

“No, she isn’t but she’s still my sister- and it’ll always be my job to protect her, even if that means protecting her from you.”  

“Are you kidding me ? Protect her from me? Eddie, do you hear yourself ? You act like you’re going to hurt her.” he huffed. 

“One way or another, it’s gonna end with her being hurt and honestly no one-” Eddie cuts his sentence short.

“No one what?” 

“No one is good enough for her, not even you.” and with that, Eddie walks out of the locker room. Buck can’t believe the words that just left his mouth- that last line running through his mind over and over again. 

“Not even you.”

Buck decides that he’d do what was asked of him for once and stay away from you. A crush wasn’t worth ruining his friendship with Eddie over. His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling it out, he checks who it is. Speak of the devil herself. 

To Buck: Hey, you free tonight ? 

From Buck: Listen I don’t think I should talk to you. It's not you, it's me. 

To Buck: Bullshit

To Buck: It’s neither of us. It’s Eddie and his lack of ability to keep his mouth shut. 

From Buck: He's my friend and your brother. I don’t want to cause problems for us or between the two of you. 

To Buck: Buck, that’s very sweet of you but I'm an adult. I make my own choices even if Eddie isn't happy with them and if he isn't, well that’s just too bad for him. 

From Buck: I understand 

To Buck: So lemme ask again, are you free tonight ? 

From Buck: Yeah, is 7 okay ? 

To Buck: 7 is perfect, I'll see you then 

---- 

A few months has passed, you and Buck are happily in a relationship. Most days together were spent outside of LA, sometimes you’d go to the beach or venture into the little parks or hideaways you’d pass when you’re on the freeway. 

That man meant the world to you but it didn’t feel right sneaking around behind your brother’s back but of course you knew that you couldn’t tell him. 

Today was a normal day for you and Buck, an afternoon spent at some farmer’s market you had wanted to go to and Buck had the day off so he joined you. He was driving back into the city when he looked over at you. 

“Do you wanna go back to my place?” he asks, his hand on your thigh. Your hand rested on top of his, your thumb gently rubbing back and forth. A small hum slips past your lips, Buck takes the noise as a yes and heads back to his place. 

The moment you arrived at his place, you were up the stairs and dropped yourself on his bed. You had been here enough to know where everything was. Buck’s footsteps were loud, his shoes hitting the steps as he made his way up. There was some shuffling and then he dropped onto the bed with you. 

“Hey” he smiles, shifting back onto the pillows.

His back is resting against his pillow that was resting against the headboard of the bed. You on the other hand, were laid face down onto the mattress, you mumbled something when he said hi that he didn’t quite catch. 

“Come here” his leg nudged your shoulder and that’s when you lifted your head to see him against the pillows. Pushing yourself up, you moved over to Buck. Your head on his chest, hair sprawled across his shirt. His arm was wrapped around your body, holding you close to him almost if he let you then you wouldn't be there anymore. The shoulder of your top had fallen from your shoulder when you moved, Buck’s fingers replacing the warmth it provided, adding a different version of warmth. His fingers traced small patterns against your skin, your arm draped over his torso. 

“You know I love you” he whispers, looking down at you. A smile on his face when you look up at your lover, a smile on your face too. “I know, I love you too” 

Buck leans down, his forehead almost touching yours. You met his gaze, watching as his eyes slowly flickered from your eyes down to your lips and then back up again. Leaning in closer, as your lips meet, Buck gently pulls you closer, his hand cupping your cheek and his thumb rubbing affectionately against your jaw. His other hand rested on your waist, you were leaning up, it was uncomfortable for you to keep leaning like that so you shifted yourself onto his lap. Hands coming up to his shoulders, moving to the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Buck pulled away first, his lips moving from yours to your cheek and down towards your neck. A small hum slips past your lips as Buck’s lips reach the little spot at the base of your neck. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, his body now pressed against yours. Once more, kisses are being pressed around your skin, up to your jaw and back down to your collarbone. You lean back slightly, Buck’s arms holding you from falling back. 

That’s when you see him. Wide eyed and arms folded. 

Your body stiffens up, sitting up straight. Buck doesn't seem to notice the change in your position, he's made his way down to your chest. 

“Buck?” 

“Hm?” 

“Is that Eddie behind me ?” 

The mention of Eddie caused Buck to pull away. He glances over your shoulder to see Eddie standing by the top of the staircase. “Uh- yeah” he mumbled, loosening his hold on you. Getting up off Buck’s lap, you turn to Eddie. 

“How long have you been there?” 

“Long enough to realize that you two aren't just friends” 

“Why are you even here?” you question him again 

“Came to see if Buck wanted to watch the game but clearly, he has other plans - like sleeping with my sister even after I told him not too” his voice raises, he starts walking towards the bed. Your hand pushes against Eddie’s chest, pushing him away from Buck’s bed. 

“What are you gonna do ? Beat him up for kissing me ? I’m a grown up Eddie. Stay out of my business.” 

“Your business ? You’re sleeping with my friend!” 

“Your friend, also happens to be my boyfriend you ass!” you smack your hand against his chest. The anger visible on Eddie’s face and the confusion visible on Buck’s face, the undeniable tension building by the second. 

“Go,” you look at Eddie, pushing him back towards the stairs. “Get out” 

“What ?” 

“Get out.” 

“This isn’t your place, don’t tell me what to do-” “it’s as much her place as it is mine and if she wants you to leave, then you should.” Buck pipes up for the first time during that whole conversation. He gets up off the bed, his arm over your shoulder, holding you close to him. 

Eddie couldn't believe the audacity of the two of you. 

His sister and his best friend. The two people he thought would listen to his concerns, ganging up on him and forcing him out. 

“Yeah, okay.” He turns and makes his way to the stairs, looking back once more at them, “this won’t end well.” 

They watch as Eddie walks down the stairs, the door opening and then slamming shut. A heavy sigh before turning to Buck, the sadness evident on your face. “Oh baby, come here” His arm pulls you into his side. Arms around his torso and your face buried in his chest, his hand gently rubs your back.

Sure, you might have just yelled at Eddie but he was still your brother. He only did what he did with good intentions. Why did things have to be so complicated? 

“What are we going to do?” mumbling, face still buried in his chest. You feel him sigh, “whatever you want to do baby. It’s your choice.” 

“All the pressure on me? Great, thanks so much Evan.” you joke, he chuckles lightly. 

“No, baby. He’s your brother and I know how much he cares about you. Plus your relationship with him is important, so you should do what you think would be best for you, I’ll understand” 

“Are you sure ?” you lean back into his arms, looking up at him. 

“Of course. If you want to stick it out, I can deal with the cold shoulder at work if I really need too but if not, we can...” 

“End things?” you finish his sentence for him, he hums. 

Untangling yourself from him, you sit on the bed. Buck moves and sits next to you. His hand holding yours, fingers intertwined. “I don’t want to lose you” you say quietly, he answers, “I don’t want to lose you too.” There’s a pause in the conversation before Buck speaks up again. “But, I also know that you don’t want to lose him either.” 

“Buck, what are you saying?” glancing at your boyfriend, he gives you a small smile, a sad one nonetheless. 

“I think we should end things.” 

“Buck-” you breathe, “y/n, please. I get what Eddie is trying to do, he’s protecting you the only way he knows how. I’d do the same for Maddie in a heartbeat. I also know that Maddie would do anything to make sure we were okay, no one comes between us- and you two are the same way. So, if ending things is the only way to make sure that you don’t ruin your relationship with your brother, then that’s what we’ll do.” his hand squeezes yours softly. You can feel the tears welling up by your eyes threatening to fall. 

“Are you sure this is what we should do ? Are you okay with this?” 

“Y/n, I'll always be here for you. It’ll always be you” he smiles, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, you smile too. 

“C’mon, I'll walk you down” the two of you get up, hands still holding one another, walking down the stairs and to the door. Turning to look at him, he pulled you back to him, his arms embracing you in a hug- a hug that didn’t feel like a ‘see you later’ but rather a goodbye. 

“I love you, always.” he whispers to you, kissing your temple. You sniffle, holding back tears. “I love you” leaning back into his arms, your hand cups his cheek, your thumb delicately rubbing over his cheekbone. After what felt like forever, you opened the door and stepped out. One last look at him, you muster up as best of a smile as you could. 

“Bye Buck” 

“Bye y/n.” 

You manage to hold it together until you get to the car, the tears that were threatening to fall upstairs were now falling and the reality of what just happened now settling in and felt heavy upon your shoulders. Upstairs, with his back against the door, a similar scene unfolded. Buck made his way back up to his bed, laying down as his arm stretched out to the right side- the side where you were supposed to be but you weren’t. He too, was now feeling the weight of what had just happened and suddenly his apartment started to feel a little bigger and a lot less like home. 

---- 

Over the next few weeks, Eddie starts to notice a change in both his little sister and his best friend. 

You weren't your normal bubbly self. You went from rainbows and sunshine to grey clouds and rainy days. The witty remarks that typically bit Eddie in the ass after saying something stupid came to a halt, the random visits to hangout with your two favourite boys had stopped. It was hard to get you out of your apartment unless you were absolutely needed. 

Buck on the other hand, was quiet. Which of course was strange because he’s Mr. talkative. The same guy that was running head fire into fires and collapsing buildings now waited for instructions. He also didn’t blurt out random facts or babble on about natural disasters. Surely, he still hung out with Eddie and Chris after work but it wasn't the same, Eddie could sense the change in him- Chris noticed too. 

Was he the reason for the change ? He knew that the two of you had ended things and admittedly, he had been pleased when he first found out. Then he started to notice the changes in you and now Buck, things weren't the same. He hadn’t realized how much you two meant to each other until he saw you apart. 

Eddie had the day off, he and Chris were headed to the beach for the day.  it was such a nice day so he thought why not see if you were up to it. 

From Eddie: headed to the beach with Chris for a bit. Wanna join us ? I know he misses his tia 

To Eddie: not really in a beach mood today 

Form Eddie: you don’t have to do anything, just hang out with us.

To Eddie: fine, I'll see you there. 

You weren't the only one Eddie texted. 

To Buck: headed to the beach with Chris for a bit. Wanna join us ? 

From Buck: kinda busy today man, maybe another time ? 

To Buck: sure you can’t squeeze it in ? I know he misses you 

From Buck: okay fine, I'll probably have to leave early tho 

This was the only way he could think of. He knew if he had told you both to just come over, it wouldn't end well. You would have seen Buck’s car or Buck would have seen yours but the beach was a big place, with a big parking lot so there was so way either of you would notice, right? The entire drive over, he kept thinking about how he hated seeing you like this. You were his sister and all he’s ever wanted was for you to be happy. Buck was his best friend, his partner- things weren't right if they weren't okay. If he was the only thing standing in the way of your two, then he would make it right. 

You arrived first, laying on the sand on top of a beach towel. The heat of the sun beating down on your skin until something blocked the sun. Opening your eyes, your brother stood in front of you with your nephew beside him. 

“You’re blocking my sun” 

“Nice to see you too sis” Eddie rolled his eyes, shutting the bag down beside you. 

“Hey buddy” you sat up, Chris sat beside you on the sand. “Hi” he gave you a big smile, the kind that warmed your heart. Eddie made himself comfortable on the other side of Chris, the two men turned their attention to the sand, Christoper deciding that he would build the most amazing sand castle known to man - his words of course. Half way through the sand castle, Eddie was tumbling through the bag for something. 

“What are you looking for ?” turning onto your side, you look up at him. 

“Forgot the sunblock in the car, I don’t want Chris to burn. I’ll be back, watch him ?” 

“Mhm of course” you hum, rolling back onto your back. One more glance at Christopher, he was happily building away, brushing away the sand from around the castle and adding towers. Your eyes shut and once again, the heat of the sun beating down against your skin. The warmth was comfortable, so much so that it was putting you to sleep, you just had to keep yourself awake long enough for Eddie to return from the car. Chris was humming a song, you couldn't quite place where you had heard it but you knew that you knew it. 

Suddenly, the warmth vanished. sitting up, you turned with the intention of asking your brother why he kept blocking the sun but when you turned, you were met with someone else- Buck. 

“What are you doing here ?” you ask him. 

“Eddie invited me.” he sits beside Chris, leaning over to give him a high five when Chris tells him about his plans for his sandcastle. 

Returning to your original position, your back sinking into the sand- all of the possible things that could have resulted in this situation ran through your head. 1. Eddie forgot that he invited both of you hence both of you being here. 

2. Eddie intentionally invited you both here.

3. Eddie’s just an idiot that didn’t care about how this would make either of you feel so he invited you both. 

All of which were very much possible. You can hear Eddie calling for Christoper as he makes his way back over to the 3 of you. A small smile on his face when he sees the 3 of you- you knew that look all too well, he was up to something. 

“Hey Buck” he smiles at his friend, sitting between the two of you. 

Propping your elbow up, you lean up and exchange glances with Buck- both of you equally confused as to why Eddie had both of you here. Eddie noticed the glances but Chris on the other hand, was happily rebuilding his castle as a wave had washed away a part of it. 

“Eds, what’s going on ?” asking him, your brows furrow

“What do you mean ?” his head tilts, a hint of amusement mixed with the confused look on his face. 

“She means, why are we both here when you were dead set on keeping us apart” Buck chimes in. 

Eddie hums, the conversation drops. Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh, looking at you before looking at Buck. “You know all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.” Eddie reaches for your hand, now holding it. “I know, I always say no one is good enough for you and I still think that- I always will because I see you as a literal angel, y/n. You have always been my perfect little sister who no one was ever good enough for- but I’ve been stupid. So incredibly stupid.” he sighs 

“What are you going on about ?” you ask, not that you minded but you were so confused as to what brought on the sudden outpour of love. 

“I hadn't ever seen you as happy as you were when you were with Buck. I know you told you to stay away from him but I shouldn't have- it wasn’t my place to do that. Sometimes I forgot that you’re an adult now and you’re capable of making your own choices” Eddie glances at Buck, thinking back to their conversation in the locker room. 

Eddie now turns to Buck, “if you make her happy and she makes you happy, who am I to stand between the two of you? you both now how much you mean to me and to Christoper” he looks towards Chris, “if you promise to treat her well and take care of her, then we’re good.” 

“I do” Buck smiles at Eddie, the joy evident on his face. So much for a subtle reaction. You weren't sure if you bought it- the whole ‘if you make each other happy’ shit that Eddie just said. 

“Do you mean that ?” your brother looked back towards you, he nodded. “Of course. Your happiness is all that matters y/n. I trust your judgment and I trust buck, I know he’d treat you well.” he gave your hand a small squeeze. You hummed, Buck gave you a smile. 

Getting up and brushing the sand from your legs, you walk toward Chris and crouch down beside him. Eddie and Buck watch, Chris laughs at something you say, a smile on both you and him. Chris gets up, his hand in yours as the two of you walk towards the edge of the water. You stood behind him, your arms looped around him to hold him. The two of you laughed as the water splashed against your legs. 

Some time rolled by and Chris was now tired. “How about we head home and we can watch a movie ?” he nods and you look back at Eddie, giving him a look. He comes over and picks Chris up, the little boy wrapping his arms around his dad. Buck picked up the stuff Eddie had brought and the 4 of you headed towards the cars. 

When you get home, Chris decides that he wants to watch Hotel Transylvania and obviously you agree. You’ve seen this movie a million and one times because your class loves this movie. You and Chris settle in on the couch, he cuddles into your side as your arm comes up and wraps around him. Eddie and Buck were in the kitchen trying to decide what to order for dinner. Before they could decide, you were calling for Eddie to come get Chris - lil man had fallen asleep on you not even 15 minutes into the movie. 

“He’d be more comfortable in bed” you tell your brother as he comes over to pick Chris up and carry him to bed. Once Eddie picks him up, you head to the kitchen. Buck leaning against the counter, a beer in one hand and the other hand on the counter. 

“Are you just not going to talk to me ?” he calls out, you were leant into the fridge, getting yourself a beer. “What do you want me to say ?” you ask, “you really believe all that shit ?” 

“What ? That he wants you to be happy ? Yeah, I do.” 

You scoff and shake your head. Buck might be Eddie’s best friend but you knew  him better than Buck did. Eddie said what you wanted to hear the most, he just wanted to see if you did what he wanted you to do. Buck’s hand grabs yours, pulling your body close to his. One of his arms was now wrapped around your waist, flipping you so now you were stuck between him and the counter. 

“Y/n, why can’t you just take what's in front of you as the answer ?” 

“Buck, I'm literally a teacher. It’s my job to look into the problem. Isn't that part of your job too ? 

“No- well yes, but that’s not the point right now. The simplest answer is often the right one and if Eddie thinks we'd be happy together and he gave us his blessing- which I know was important to you, then why can’t you just be happy?” 

Hands coming up and resting on his chest, you sigh. Buck smiles, it felt good to have you back in his arms- he never wanted to let go. 

“Y/n” he starts, 

“Don’t say it” warning him, you look up at the stupid grin on his face. 

“I love you” he says with a smile. 

“Damn it Buckley.” 

“What ?” 

“Now I have to say it back huh ?” you joke, Buck’s face twists into a look of shock and amusement. 

“Y/n!” he pinches your waist softly, you laugh.

“I love you too” 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” Buck’s hands on your waist pull you closer- you didn’t even realize that was possible. Warmth blossoming in your chest as Buck leant closer, lips brushing against each other as if it was the first time all over again. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating and brought butterflies to his stomach- never did he think he’d have the chance to kiss you again. The moment his lips touched yours again, it felt like everything was right again, like you had spent no time apart and nothing would ever change the way you felt about each other. 

Because in the end, what’s made for you will always find its way back to you. 

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[tommybaholland]

I would like you to write tom holland x actress!reader, so y/n is getting ready for photoshoot but tom holland was facetiming y/n hoping how's it going, he misses her. they haven't seen each other for a month. After that they do photoshoot and Wired autocomplete interview. then the crew got surprised and y/n misses tom, she sooo surprise and he came to visit for her. i luv them!

missing you

featuring: tom holland (x actress!reader)

you thanked the hair stylist once they were done with your hair and remained in the dressing room to have a quick facetime with your boyfriend. 

“hey, love,” tom answered, his voice slightly raspy. “wow, you look really beautiful.” 

“thank you,” you smiled. you couldn’t see him too well but you could make out the grainy outline of his facial features and part of his bare shoulders and chest. he looked like he was still in bed. “why is the room so dark?” 

“i’m just laying down for a bit,” tom explained.

“how are you feeling?” 

“okay. i just wish you were here.” 

you frowned. “yeah. i wish i was there to take care of you.”

“nah. then i’d just get you sick. your company is really all i need. i’m so lonely,” he pouted playfully. “but if i get you sick then i get to take care of you so it could be a win-win for me.” 

you laughed at his very ‘tom’ logic. “i know. i miss you too. i think we have some time off soon but if you’re sick then we can always see each other when we’re done with promotion stuff.” 

tom groaned. “ugh. i don’t know if i can wait that longggg, love.” 

“i know this has been a long one but what you do you normally do when i’m away?” 

he didn’t respond, his face buried in the pillow. then after a few minutes, he started giggling. 

“what’s that one line from spongebob? where spongebob’s like, ‘what do you normally do while i’m at work?’ and patrick says--”

“‘wait for you to get back,’” you finish for him, laughing along. 

“yeah. i feel like patrick right now, babe.” 

“aww. well, just focus on getting better and maybe do some golfing and i’ll be back before you know it,” you promised.

the pout was still present on his face. “okay. i’ll try to survive until you come home.”

you smiled before you looked at harrison in the mirror, seeing that he had entered the room. 

“we’re getting ready to start-- oh, is that tom?”

“harrison?” tom spoke through the phone. 

you nodded, raising the phone up to harrison so he could see his sickly best friend.

“hey, mate,” harrison greeted. they had a quick chat about harrison’s recent debut. 

“it’s been fun to see you on the other side of things, dude. i’m so happy for you,” tom praised. “i’ve been watching your interviews and they’re hilarious.”

harrison laughed. “thanks, tom. we have to get going if we’re gonna make this next one, though,” he reminded, looking down to you. 

you nodded. “okay, babe. looks like i have to go.”

“alright, baby. i love you and miss you so much,” he blows a kiss to the camera.

“love you. miss you too,” you smile. 

“see you, harrison.”

“yeah, see you, man.” 

you end the facetime and follow harrison out to the set where you would be doing a promo shoot for the irregulars. like harrison, this was your first major role and the promotional part was just as important as the actual shooting of the show. you had been with tom through several of his press junkets but now you understand how taxing and exhausting it can be, especially when you’re away from your boyfriend for so long. 

you would’ve liked to have him with you for some of it, like you had with him. but lately your schedules haven’t been matching up so easily. once you were done filming the show, he had gone off to film for spider-man and once he was done with that, you had started the promotional period for the show. there were short periods in between when you got to see each other but it wasn’t nearly enough time. 

the heart certainly grows fonder when you’re apart from each other. 

besides all that, you found press stuff to be pretty fun for the most part. photoshoots were really easy and usually didn’t take that long. this one took a little longer because harrison was with you and you both took some individual pictures as well as some photos together. if anything, you’re glad he was your co-star. you knew this wouldn’t be the case for every job you get so you tried to enjoy it while it lasted. 

after the photoshoot, you and harrison went over to the studio where they film the wired autocomplete interviews. interviews were a bit more daunting part of press, mostly because you felt the pressure to be liked by the general public and that could put a lot of stress on you to be more performative. luckily, your actor boyfriend has been there to remind you to just be yourself and that’s really the best way to handle it. 

you had seen several of the autocomplete interviews and always thought they were funny so you were actually looking forward to this one. 

once you arrived at the studio, you got all set up with harrison beside you and then the director explained how it was going to work. it seemed like it was pretty lax, which was nice because there was no one asking questions. rather, the questions were actual google searches that people had made so you and harrison were the ones who really got to lead it. 

“you guys ready?” 

you and harrison nodded. 

“three...two... one...action!”

harrison started. “hi! i’m harrison osterfield.”

“and i’m y/n.”

“and this is our wired autocomplete interview.” 

“ladies first,” harrison insisted, prompting you to grab your board. 

“okay,” you agreed with a laugh. 

“here. i’ll hold it and you can rip the tape off,” he offered.

“good idea.”

a lot of the questions were pretty basic like where you were from, where you went to school, if you went to acting school, what your favorite food is, etc. but then you got to a certain one. 

“‘is y/n--’ okay. let’s see,” you said as you peeled off the masking tape before reading the full question. “‘is y/n dating tom holland?’” 

you laughed awkwardly before answering, as this was the first question about your relationship status in an interview. 

“yes. we are dating,” you responded. your mind suddenly wandered to your earlier conversation with him, causing your mouth to keep moving. 

“i haven’t seen him in a bit but--” you paused when you realized what you were saying. “um, i’m pretty busy these days.” 

you ended with another awkward laugh and shrug as harrison nodded. 

“okay. that’s all for me. your turn, harrison.” 

you continued on with the interview despite feeling put off by the fact that you missed tom. fortunately, harrison’s questions were more entertaining and perked you up again. 

“‘does harrison osterfield drink the juice?’ wait. what does that mean?”

you bursted out laughing at the vague question. 

“y/n, what’s so funny? i don’t get it.”  

“nothing, nothing,” you replied. “just answer what you think it means.” 

you had finished the interview on a high note. 

“you seemed to be in a better mood than earlier,” harrison remarked. 

“yeah.”

“are you okay?” 

“i just,” you started. “we’ve never been apart for this long and it’s just really hard. i didn’t think it was going to be a big deal and i thought i could handle it but i can’t.”

harrison frowned. “hey. no, no. you’re doing a great job. i promised,” he comforted before looking down to his phone. 

you stood up off your chair. “i’m going to get some water.” 

you began to walk away until harrison abruptly stopped you. “wait, y/n!” 

you looked back to him as there was some commotion at the back of the set. you ignored it, looking incredulously at harrison. 

“what?” you asked in an annoyed tone. you just wanted some water. 

suddenly, a third voice appeared. 

“aww, love. don’t be mean to harrison like that.”

you turned to see none other than your boyfriend standing there. you couldn’t react in any other way other than clapping a hand over your mouth and beginning to cry in disbelief that he was actually there.

“baby, it’s okay,” he cooed, walking over and wrapping you up in a hug. some of the crew watching the whole reunion began clapping and cheering. 

he rubbed your backed as you sobbed into his shoulder for a few moments before lifting your head up to wipe your eyes.

“how, how-- what-- i,” you stuttered, wanting to know how this could be happening right now. 

“what? are you not happy to see me?” he pouted playfully, brushing some hair out of your face. 

“no! i am but i thought you were sick.” 

“well,” he smirked. “i am an actor, darling.”  

you rolled your eyes facetiously before he continued his explanation. 

“i got in late last night and stayed in a hotel. i wasn’t sick but i gotta admit, i am pretty tired.” 

you laughed. “you’re so dumb.” 

“don’t blame this all on me! harrison was in on it too!”

you looked over to harrison who was still sitting there, watching this all go down. he held his hands up. 

“guilty. but i’d like to add that tom was freaking out that you had found out somehow and has been texting me all day.”

“no. i really had no idea but i was worried about you,” you prodded at tom’s shoulder with a finger. 

“i’d say it was worth it. wouldn’t you?”

you nodded. “i suppose.”

“can i have a kiss now, please?”

you leaned in and pressed a short kiss to his lips but of course, that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. he kept pulling you in for more before you began to get embarrassed with the other people around. 

“alright, i’ll stop. but don’t think you can escape from my sneaky kisses!” he took your hand in his and began leading you out of the studio.

“wait, we still have some promo stuff to do for today.” 

tom shook his head. “you don’t. can’t say the same for him,” he nodded over to harrison. “i’ve sorted it all out with your manager and it’ll just be me and you for the next two days. does that sound good?”

well, you couldn’t argue with that.

welcome to wild card night! requests are open and ready..

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi JWB, how have you been, this is Aisha. A regular admirer of your work and IPKKND! I had asked a question to you longggg time ago and your reply for it makes me so happy, I assume you don’t remember me or my ask. Haha! Never mind. I want to thank you for replying to my ask.

And sorry as I’m here again for a new ask. Hope you don’t mind answering it, because this is the first time I’m trying to know the correct logic behind it, as I always ignored to understand the depth of it.

In the episode after Rakhi, where Arnav surprises Khushi with all the gifts she likes, the salman khan poster, jalebi, gol gappe. The one gift for which she becomes emotional and so as Arnav is the pearl necklace. Why is that, she tears down when she sees that gift. In the episode they show a flashback of Arnav tearing up her dori and all the pearls falling on the ground from the broken dori from the sheesh mahal episode. Every time I see that episode I just think and move on that she thinks of it as how he’s replacing all the bad memories for her with creating new and happy one’s. But somehow I’m not always convinced with it nor the scene as they both later hug each other and comfort each other.

Can you let me know why exactly Arnav gifts her that necklace and all of a sudden Khushi becomes emotional? I want to know your thought and theory on it. It would be great if you could convince me, haha!

Lots of love and hugs and peace

- Aisha

Hello Aisha!

Oh don’t bother about sending a message again - as long as everyone knows that it takes me a few days at least to reply back! Cause each answer takes roughly an hour to answer - and then there’s real life 😅

Thank you asking an ask again! I’m so happy to see you here! I’m glad my blog gives you some bit of happiness 😃 i remember you, but not your ask 😅

First thing, I won’t be able to convince you because I can only tell you my interpretation :)

The Pearls

Arnav is trying to make amends for all he has done. He knew he had crossed line multiple times and any attempt at showing affection was backfiring massively. He thinks of outcomes first, pathways second. So in his mind using any method to keep Khushi home would be worth it.

And it wasn’t. She grew more distant from him. The bickering that they used to take comfort in was slowly turning into harsh conversations (rightfully so) and no banter was taking place. He has previously seen that challenging her brought her closer, giving her things she liked brought her closer.

But none of that works in this case. So an idea finally clicked in his head that there needs to be less of winning her back and more of a genuine attempt to make her happy.

So he gives her things that have two meanings;

1) it conveys how closely he has seen her, observed her

2) he loves her

Arnav’s love language is not communication. He tries to seal cracks by gifts. It takes him a lot to talk. And Khushi rarely holds a grudge if someone is doing something from the heart.

These gifts are without occasion, they don’t come with the force of being accepted, and there’s no “ASR” written on it. It took effort for him to get these things.

There was a man who sat down, thought of everything his wife liked from memory, and made sure they were all there.

So he just doesn’t get her jalebis - he gets it from her favorite store in Delhi (he’s also surprised that she immediately gets it which store it’s from).

And we can see Khushi’s face. At first she’s hesitant, taken aback why are these things that she likes.

And she looks at him, waiting for an explanation. But he’s quiet, leaving her alone with her gifts. Her joy mirrored in his eyes.

For the first time Khushi sees his gifts beyond control, excessive love and display of his wealth.

No part of him is going “here look at me, I took so much effort to give you what you wanted, now you should talk to me”

Rather it’s just a “I hope you like these”

And since these gifts are so sincere, she forgives him in a heartbeat. Khushi is already warm with affection because he just kissed her forehead and told her that he wore the sherwani only because he knew Khushi suggested it (through NK).

It’s the only time he complains about what he does for her - and in the most adorable fashion. “Whenever I turn I feel my pants will fall!”

Arnav never says he loves her, but this is probably the most sweetest confession of his love.

The pearls hold a deep connection for them, individually. I don’t think Khushi even knows Arnav kept the pearls from her blouse safe with him. But for Arnav it was the first thing he had from Khushi and he kept it safely.

For Khushi she dreamt that he’d once gift her a necklace of pearls - a symbolism to how they first met (it’s not romanticizing that moment). But him making her wear a pearl necklace in her dreams was a closure to the fact that he ripped away her pearl dori the first time they met.

And seeing the pearl necklace - something she dreamt - in front of her eyes stunned her.

To be brutal, Arnav has never fulfilled or come close to any of Khushi’s hopes and dreams she had with this relationship or about love in general. Any imagination was solely hers and reality was incredibly different (and painful).

Even his ‘I love you’ wasn’t a shy conversation she had once hoped on the terrace, rather it was a desperate man’s last words. Words she thought he said to caution her.

So Khushi stopped dreaming about Arnav and their relationship for a really long time. And suddenly to be confronted with a moment that is straight out of her dreams overwhelm her.

Arnav was nervous. He knows her disdain for anything expensive - which was further instated by his terrible behaviour, he had once lashed out when she’s received jewelry from Nani after Heer Ranjha - so he don’t not know how she’ll accept jewellery.

He sees her hesitation around the box and he’s desperately hoping she likes it because it is the most open conversation he’s ready to have. If she asks about her pearls and why - he’ll say so. He has the words and courage to respond to her question- one he didn’t have in Diwali.

At first he fears when he sees her go glum at the necklace. And he’s just hoping against hope at this moment.

What he doesn’t expect is for her to cry. To be so genuinely happy that she cries.

It takes Khushi a moment longer to connect to why Arnav gifted her pearls and that it’s no mere coincidence with her dreams. So she’s quiet and she stares at him, wondering if she’s reading more into this or reading him for this first time.

And it’s the first time Arnav hugs her. He didn’t mean to make her cry but he’s also humbled by her quick forgiveness. In silence they’ve communication that all the arguments are laid to rest, for good.

And that she loves him too.

I think finally, finally they both know that they want this - the relationship - and that it’s not because something has happened and it needs to remain this way.

It’s because it fulfills a dream the two had seen a LONG time ago.

It’s a beautiful scene and it also makes me sad because this space and equation should’ve been dealt with further - cause this was the healing we needed to see. And… the whole Khushi raising questions about the legitimacy of their wedding and Arnav frightening her with suhaagraat and all don’t just fit when there’s been such a sensitive scene in the show.

Thanks for asking this question!

Love,

- JWB

[msjr0119]

What took you so long?

Part 1- Things go bump in the night

This was originally a one shot- I have no idea what I’m doing with it. But I’m going to give it a shot. 😊

Liam had been assassinated, Drake had left Cordonia before this. He had heard from Savannah about his friend- he felt guilty not returning. Someone had blackmailed him to not return, with only his sister knowing the truth. Leo had taken over the throne in place of his brother due to there being no heir....

*CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY*

{Drake x Riley}

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******

“What took you so long to return Walker?”

Riley stared at him adoringly, she had waited years for him return- almost giving up hope. She thought maybe it would be awkward him returning due to Liam’s tragic demise. Believing that he had opened Liam’s letter prior to his return, she felt like she had lost him as a friend, with the lack of communication.

What if Drake never returns?

What if anything else bad happens?

What if Anton was caught earlier?

What if Liam hadn’t have passed away?

What if Drake had returned sooner?

What if Savannah and Bertrand didn’t get married- would he have returned?

Most of these ‘what’s if’s’ had remained in her mind all these years. The last two thoughts added to the continuous list- and were now running through her mind ever since she laid her eyes on him earlier that day. Now he was here, back in Cordonia she didn’t know what to expect. She had kissed him publicly in front of the whole court, making the wedding reception turn silent. Did she regret it? No. Liam gave them his blessing in the letters he had left for them both. Everyone in Cordonia knew of the context in the handwritten letters. For Riley’s sake, everyone had wished that Drake had the guts to come back earlier.

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry. I wish I could have supported you and Liam Jr. I didn’t know what to do?”

Riley caressed his cheeks as his emotions got the best of him. Wiping his tears away, she gazed at him with sorrow in her eyes. She intertwined her fingers with his and led him onto the balcony.

There was a cool breeze outside, making Riley’s hair sweep across her face. Drake removed the stray hair that was covering her sparkling baby blues, placing it gently behind her ears.

“So, I bet you never believed that Leo would take over the throne?” Riley said, not really knowing how to break the awkwardness.

Drake nodded, blankly staring onto the palaces grounds- not responding.

“He’s doing an alright job I suppose. He’s already teaching Liam Jr all the prince protocols.”

“Heh. That’ll be because he can’t wait to give the throne up to his nephew. To be honest, I never thought I’d see the day that Leo would be sitting on a throne.”

“I don’t think anyone did.” She laughed quietly, he was known as the playboy prince, not the King type. But Leo was doing a grand job considering the circumstances.

“How are you doing anyway? Savannah told me that Li passed a few days before your wedding. I’m so sorry.”

“Drake, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m not going to lie, at first I was broken. I was pregnant. We rushed the wedding preparations before any press could tell I was expecting... it was hard... but I got through it with the support from everyone. If ... if I wasn’t pregnant, I’d have left Cordonia.”

Drake noticed Riley look down towards the floor, if he had known she was left pregnant and alone he would have dragged her out Of Cordonia until the royal guards had caught Anton. He would have done anything to protect her. Wishing he had his father’s guts to protect the people close to him. He was a coward, but he did what he thought was best to protect his sister and nephew.

“Ri, I’m so sorry. But you’ve done an amazing job with Liam. If he’s anything like you and his uncle Leo, he’s going to be trouble. If he’s like Li, he’s going to be a heartbreaker. Liam would be so proud of the both of you.” Drake knew just from witnessing a few moments between Riley and Liam Jr that she was an amazing loving Mom. This child would definitely be Mommy’s boy.

“And you too.” Drake looked at her puzzled. Why would Liam be proud of the man who abandoned everyone. The man who couldn’t help his friends when they needed him the most. The constant guilt, kept stabbing him in the heart. No matter how many times people said ‘it’s fine’ he still felt these emotions.

“What do you mean?”

“Because you’ve come back. I have a feeling what Anton did to you. Savannah didn’t elaborate. But I’m so happy that you’re back. I’ve missed you, Marshmallow.”

“I’ve missed you too, Brooks.”

Drake pulled her into his warm embrace. She could hear his rapid heartbeat increasing every second that went by. Providing him with a soft smile as she gazed at him, he cupped her cheek- caressing it.

“I’ve never stopped loving you Ri, I’m going to support you both, protect you both. I’m going to make amends. I’m going to fulfil Liam’s last wish.”

“I never really stopped loving you either. I love you, Walker. I suppose we should go back in. Sav and Bertrand are probably wondering where we are.”

Drake placed his arm, on Riley’s lower back guiding her back in. He gave her a peck on the cheek before they separated to mingle with the other wedding guests.

******

Drake noticed Leo and Maxwell talking in the corner of the room, he decided to join them- grabbing a whiskey on route.

“Ah Drake, we’ve just been talking about you.” Leo said with the biggest smirk on his face.

“Your majesty. Nothing bad I hope?” I know that look Leo- you’re up to mischief.

“Of course not Drake. But you and blossom were on the balcony a longggg time.” Maxwell winked at his friend. Maxwell had been Riley’s rock these last couple of years. He slept next to her in the same bed constantly comforting her with nightmares that she had from that fatal night. Every so often she would mention Drake in her sleep. Max loved Riley, she was like his sister, but with the lack of sleep he had- he could have potentially killed himself. Now Drake was back- he was eager to pass the baton onto him.

“We were getting a bit of closure, Max.”

“Is that what they call it, Sir Walker?” Yes fuck you, your majesty and fuck your assumptions.

“Yes, your Majesty. What else would it be?”

Leo’s eyebrows raised up, scowling towards Drake. Why did he hide his feelings like he always does. Maxwell believed he was piggy in the middle, and dread to think how this conversation was about to elaborate. Would it turn into a heated argument or just sexual innuendos?

“Oh I don’t know Drake. She kissed you. Then you both disappear onto the balcony. Where are you sleeping tonight by the way?” Leo said mischievously. He really hoped his two friends would fulfil his brothers last wishes, however they were both stubborn.

“Leo. Please. We talked that was it. And I’ll be going back to the cabin. Why?” Drake knew Leo enjoyed being a wind up merchant, but he was now feeling defeated and getting frustrated.

“With Riley?”

“No, not with Riley.”

“Why not?”

“Leo! What is with the 100questions?” Drake snapped back at the King. If he wasn’t king he would have walked away from this pointless conversation.

“Come on Drake. We all know you love her still. She admitted she loved you and Liam. And Liam accepted that. He wanted you to both be together. So why are you pushing it aside? He passed away three years ago- she’s been waiting for you to return.”

“I’ve just got back? I’m not rushing anything. I do still love her. And she loves me- I don’t know why but she does.” Drake didn’t understand why Riley would return his love- he always believed she was well out of league.

“Why are you afraid of claiming her as your own then? We all expected you to return home and for you both pick off from where you left it.”

Drake looked towards Riley, she was smiling with the women. He loved her smile- it lit up the room, sparkling along with the chandeliers. Leo tapped Drake on the shoulder- you have all of our blessings, he whispered. Drake gulped the whiskey in one go.

******

Riley headed towards a drunk Savannah. Of course she was going to let her down, it was her wedding day. It was her special day. Hana softly smiled at Riley as she approached.

“It’s so good to have my brother back, don’t you agree Ri?” Savannah said to the ladies, smirking towards Riley- hoping to get some gossip.

“Of course, Sav.” Riley’s heart fluttered every time a word linked to Drake was mentioned.

“Is that all you can say?” The drunk bride snapped at Riley. Riley had to bite her lip- if it wasn’t her wedding day, Riley would have had stern words with the younger Walker.

“What do you expect her to say Savannah?” Hana interrupted, usually this shy lady didn’t like confrontation, but she realised how drunk Savannah was. Anything said could be misinterpreted by a drunk mind.

“I don’t know, Lady Hana? But with that public kiss I’d have thought there would have been something else. Do you still love him?”

“Of course I do. I never stopped loving him.”

“So I assume you’ll be going back to the cabin tonight with him?”

“No. You assume wrong.” Riley was now getting frustrated with Savannah interfering. If anything was going to elaborate with their relationship it would be between the two of them- no one else.

“Riley why are you so stubborn? You can move on from Liam. It has been three years now. It’s what he wanted. My brother made you happy at some point, so why not go.” Savannah stood in front of Riley glaring at her, folding her arms. Riley stood scowling at her. The two women were now having a staring contest- a stand off. At times she often wondered what Bertrand saw in the woman. She is completely different to Drake- at times Riley disliked her. Riley wanted to change the subject to avoid anymore friction.

“I’m not being stubborn Savannah! He’s only just returned. I’m not rushing things. Where’s Olivia by the way?”

“It’s not rushing Ri. Just follow your heart. She said she couldn’t make it- there was an issue at Lythikos, she sent her apologies.”

Riley just nodded politely. She hadn’t spoken to Olivia properly in months. Missing her friend she believed she was in the wrong for not making much of effort either.

*****

It was early hours in the morning when the wedding had officially ended. Drake offered to walk Riley back to her room- being the gentleman that he was under that rough interior. Opening the door slowly, she offered for him to join her for a night cap. Bastien was due to pick him up soon to drive him to the cabin- he promised Riley to have only one then he would leave. He couldn’t resist her pet lip and those sparkly pleading eyes. Steadily he met them and shook his head in defeat. They sat on the balcony, the fresh cold air hit their lungs immediately. The stars were sparkling above them, Riley kept gazing up as if she was needing Liam’s approval. She often wondered if he was happy up there- she would always love him. Drake shuffled his chair closely to Riley, putting an arm around her- he had an inkling as to why she kept gazing up to the sky. He knew that Liam was her true love, and that Liam Jr was Liam’s child. But if he could give them that slight bit of happiness in their lives he was obliged to do it.

“I better get going. Thank you for the night cap.” He said sadly as he stood up from his chair.

“You could have stayed in the palace you know.”

“It would feel more like home being at the cabin. I’ll see you tomorrow, Brooks.”

Lowering himself down, he kissed Riley on the cheek making her blush. Before he could react, she pulled him back down eagerly placing her cherry bud lips onto his. Drake pulled her up off her chair and held her close, the kiss deepening.

“Stay with me?” She asked him.

“It’s too soon, Ri.” Biting his lip, his heart felt shattered. He wanted her. He had always wanted her. But respected her too much.

“I know, I felt the same at first. But Savannah kept mentioning that I should go with you tonight.”

“Really? Leo did the same with me?”

Both now understanding that people were attempting to give them a bit of alone time together.

“Ri, I’d love to sweep you off your feet and take you to my cabin. But...”

“But...? I want to feel safe. I only really ever trusted you and felt safe with you. Take me with you? Or you stay here?”

“If I take you....I’ll sleep on the sofa. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll just quickly pack some things.”

As Riley was about to enter her room, they both heard something outside. Sounding like someone was in the Maze? Briefly scrutinising the dark grounds, Riley thought her imagination was playing tricks on her. Shrugging her shoulder, she packed an overnight bag, and text Leo to explain where she would be. Uncertainties were lurking around the edge of her subconscious, her heart began to pound. Scared that there was someone indeed outside spying on everyone. Was it someone linked to Anton? Someone they didn’t know about? Riley asked Drake to do a detour via Ramsford to pick Liam Jr up after voicing her concerns. Drake agreed, and text Leo warning him.

*****

“Are you wanting to blow our cover?” The woman whispered in a frustrated tone of voice.

“No! It was an accident!”

Walking through a maze in the dark proved difficult with no lighting surrounding it. They might as well have been blindfolded. It was a miracle that they didn’t break a leg tripping over the tree stump standing dormant in the middle of the path.

“I told you she’d jump straight back into Walker’s arms. What are you going to do?”

[spacenerrrd]

Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover: Chapter 8

Sander Sides

Word count: 1338

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: Deceit character (known as Declan in the story), mention of previous bad relationships

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but a somehow perfect match of friendship went their days peacefully in their small community until one day a new pair of brothers; Patton and Virgil moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.

Chapter eight: Is That Tension?

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

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Thump.

Logan was walking around the library, organising the books that were left at the front desk back to their places on the shelves. They made a heavy sound when they made contact with the shelf. Logan liked that sound, despite it being quite a repetitive and simple task. But the idea of order and making that order calmed Logan’s racing mind. As he moved through the aisles of books, he didn’t notice the shorter man who followed behind him until the man couldn’t help but speak up.

“Hi, Logan!”

Logan jumped, dropping the pile of books that were in his arms as he spun around to face Patton.

“Oh my goodness gracious I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“You’re… You’re fine Patton…” Logan cleared his throat and straightened up his tie to try and regather his composure. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you this early.”

“Oh yes, well I got to finish work a bit early and so I thought I would pop in and say hello!”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

They stood there. Patton, with a bright smile on his face while Logan tried to think of something to say. 

“I don't think I have asked where you work…”

“Oh, uh, I work downtown. You probably don’t know it.”

“I know a fair amount of places around here Patton, maybe if you just told me I-”

“It’s really just a small corner shop, like real hidden and stuff, you wouldn’t know.”

“Ahh, I see,” Logan nodded, not noticing the relief on Patton’s face when he finally dropped the subject. “Well, I should pick these books up and get back to work.” He knelt down and started picking up the books he had dropped. There was a light thump in front of him. Looking up, he couldn’t help the small smile that was on his face when he saw Patton picking up some books. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, Logan! I thought I might as well help you since it was my fault. Plus, I have nothing else to do apart from helping you with these books.”

Logan nodded, starting to explain what jobs he had left as they both went around to stack the books.

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“Have a nice day!” Roman waved off the last customer of the afternoon tea rush. With a smile on his face, he started going around and collecting the dirty dishes. Humming Bippity Boppity Boo from Cinderella, he didn’t notice the new person who came up to the counter.

“Damn baby, I forgot how good you looked in those pants.”

Roman immediately stood back up, turning around from the dishwasher to look at who spoke. “What… you’re not supposed to be here Declan…”

“Yea well, you were supposed to marry me once we got out of school, so we can’t all get what we want,” Declan smirked, taking off his bowler hat. “So what are you doing running a cafe? I thought you were going to perform on a stage?”

“I… I’m getting there…” Roman saw a familiar hoodie just behind Declan and almost felt the edge of his lips twitch up. “I have customers, please leave me alone.”

Declan turned around to face Virgil, growling at the back of his throat. “Fine, but I’ll be coming back Princey.” He turned on his heels, bumping into Virgil’s shoulder as he walked out.

Virgil frowned at Declan, walking up to the counter and pulling his headphones around his neck. “Damn, who pissed in his breakfast?” He laughed, but he cut that off when he really took in Roman’s face. “Ro, are you ok?”

The prince like character shook his head, lip starting to tremble. He slid down the counter and pressed his head back against the cupboard. He jumped a little bit when he was pulled into someone's lap but as soon as he recognised the jumper the tension left his body. He leant into Virgil’s shoulder as tears started to roll down his face. “I’m sorry,” his voice cracked as he spoke, displaying his vulnerability.

“Hush now dorkus, there’s nothing to apologise for.”

They sat like that until Roman’s sniffles had quietened down. Virgil grabbed him a pillow and blanket from the children area so he would be more comfortable on the ground. (Roman insisted that he would be fine to get back to work, but Virgil wasn’t having any of it and insisted that he would run the cafe for the rest of the afternoon.) Once he was sure that Roman was ok, he got up and started cleaning up the dirty dishes and taking orders for the cafe.

Roman admired Virgil with a smile. Despite his hand tremoring slightly whenever he talked to a customer, he made the coffees to the best of his ability and took care of the cafe very well. He couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he watched him with a sense of pride. But his eyes were getting heavy and when did he suddenly get so tired? It didn’t matter, because he just snuggled further into the blanket and let his eyes fall shut.

---

Logan and Patton both stopped in their usual track to the cafe when they saw Virgil standing behind the counter, wiping down the surface. They both stood there for a few moments, staring at the unexpected image. 

It was Logan who moved first. He walked up to the counter and stood in front of Virgil to get his attention. “Where’s Roman.”

Virgil looked up and pointed down at the ground. “Sleepin’, he had a breakdown after someone came in to visit.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Was the man taller than Roman, brown hair, smug face, wearing a hat?”

“I, uh, yea. Yea that seems about right.”

Logan gave a single nod. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll make sure that he gets home and is taken care of.” 

Virgil nodded back, looking at Roman for a moment before he spoke again. “Will he be ok?” He asked quietly.

“Yes. It may take him a few days to be back to his normal self, but I am sure he will contact you before then. He has taken a fancy in you.”

Virgil blushed but smiled. “Ok,” he mumbled before throwing his bag over his shoulder and leaving the cafe. “See you later Logan.”

“Bye Logan!” Patton waved at him, smiling wide at Virgil before the two brothers left the library.

Logan smiled and waved back, turning with a sigh. He finished off the last packing up of the cafe before he went around to get Roman. He picked the man up by supporting under his knees and back. (This was the best way for Logan to pick up the hunk of a man. He’s had many chances in getting it down pat.) Then he walked out of the library to take Roman home. It was a struggle using the keys while carrying a bulky man, but Logan managed to swing Roman’s door open. He pushed it closed with his foot and brought the man to his room. He got him out of his prince uniform and into his pyjamas (another thing he has had practice in) and tucked the man into his sheets. Going into the kitchen, he grabbed a glass of water and some pain medication to place on Roman’s bedside table as a just in case for the morning. He also left a small note, saying ‘Call me when you get up.’ and left it with the glass. 

Logan looked at his best friend. Even though he was asleep, Roman looked exhausted. He would need help over the next few days and although Logan wasn’t the best with emotions, he was determined to be there for him. But for that to happen, he needed his own sleep. So he turned around and closed the bedroom door carefully to not wake Roman up. Then, he started to head home through the wind, which closed the front door with more force than Logan intended.

Thump.

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A/N: I’m sorry this took so longggg. Hopefully, I’ll get the start of the next chapter going before I get swamped in school againnnn :)) also I have a feeling my tags aren’t working or people aren’t liking my recent writing after my break I had to take due to school work :((

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[femilton]

Once Upon a Dream (Part III)

A/N: These next few parts will be mostly or all Lin, since that’s the way the narrative of the play goes (and I’m not sure where to fit the reader in between this and The Schuyler SIsters). Hopefully y’all will still enjoy it though! As always, be sure to leave some feedback so I know that people are reading and that I should post more parts -- because this fic, in case you haven’t guessed already, is going to be a longggg one...

Words: 902

Pairing: Daveed x reader, Lin x reader (ish)(we’ll get to that later)

Once Upon a Dream masterlist / + more

III. MY SHOT

[Lin’s POV]

Lin walked next to Burr to the pub, internally yelling. He was Alexander Hamilton. This was the perfect chance to test out the storyline of his play, to get a feel for the characters… it was like one big simulation, and he was the main character.

“Remember,” Burr said, putting his hand on the front door of the pub. “Talk less, smile more.” With his deep voice, it took on almost a melodic tune, but the meaning was not lost in the music. “Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”

Lin turned to his comrade, confused. “Why not?” Burr sighed.

“It’s a dangerous time, Alexander. Loyalists and Revolutionaries alike are everywhere, and the constant confrontations are never pretty. The best advice I can give you is to keep your head down and progress in your own life without disturbing those around you too much.”

Lin shook his head. “But if you stand for nothing, Burr, what will you fall for?” He stepped past a concern-looking Burr and opened the door, entering the pub.

Immediately, Lin’s eyes fell upon a rowdy trio of men occupying a booth toward the back of the club, talking loudly and surrounded by empty glasses of beer. Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan, he recalled. Burr stepped into the pub, looking flustered.

“Alexander, please,” he pleaded. “Watch what you say. This area is crawling with passionate men like yourself, and I don’t want you getting in over your head.” He followed Lin’s gaze to the table with the rowdy men, where they were now all laughing loudly and gesturing wildly. “Oh, Alexander, not them please…”

But, to Burr’s chagrin, the men had already noticed him and his friend.

“Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college!” Laurens cut in, extending a hand toward Lin and Burr, who were still standing awkwardly at the door. The man waved them over, and Burr sighed, but walked across the room. Lin followed giddily, having noticed that Laurens had the face of his good friend Anthony Ramos.

“Aaron Burr!” Mulligan, with the face of Okieriete Onaodowan, roared, taking another swig of his beer.

“Drop some knowledge, my man!” Laurens clapped Burr on the shoulder as he slid next to him in the booth. Beside him was Lafayette, with the face of Daveed Diggs. I am having so many double takes right now, thought Lin, as he stood by Burr’s side.

Burr shook his head, chuckling. “Good luck with that: you’re taking a stand. You spit. I’ll sit. We’ll see where we land.” Lafayette and Mulligan booed.

“Burr, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for?” Laurens asked.

Lin chimed in with his previous line, ingrained into his memory from years of coordinating this exact scenario. “If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?” Burr shook his head as the drunk trio “ooh”ed again.

Lafayette chuckled, flashing his set of pearly whites. “Who is this kid?”

Mulligan chimed in. “What’s he gonna do?” The men stared at Lin expectantly, and he broke into a wide grin.

“I’m not throwing away my shot.” He took a quick swig out of Laurens’ beer, setting the empty mug down with a determinate thump. “I’m going to get a scholarship to King’s College, finish in two years, and join the military to kick King George’s rich ass.” The trio cheered, and Burr shook his head.

Lin kept a rhythm going, reciting the lines that had been tumbling around in his head for months. “Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly, then King George turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendents free, so there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me! I’ll lead my own troops before you know it, take down those Redcoats, and free our young nation from the evil clutches of monarchy.” The men applauded, Lafayette standing up with a large grin plastered on his face.

“I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in France will lead to anarchy, and I intend to aid American troops in their revolution to inspire my countrymen back home. We must overthrow these evil kings!”

Mulligan stood. “I’m joining the rebellion because it’s my chance to socially advance, instead of sewing damn pants! I’m gonna take my shot!”

Laurens stood, looking around at his friends. “But remember, fellas, we’ll never be truly free until those enslaved have the same rights as you and me.” Lin and the others nodded. “Wait ‘til I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion.” Lafayette, Mulligan, and Lin applauded, the former two whooping and hollering as they sat and downed more beer.

Burr looked at the men nervously. “Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught; if you talk, you’re gonna get shot!”

Lin chuckled. All was going according to script. “Burr, check what we got. If anyone wants to take us on, I’d like to see them try.” His comrades cheered.

“Another round of beers!” Laurens shouted. “Let’s take to the streets, men. We’ve got some revolutionaries to inspire.” His friends hollered and stood up, and the three of them plus Lin made their way out of the pub and into the night, Lin smiling to himself the whole way.

[brownjet-archive]

Coffee for Two (Soulmate Nine-Nine)

Pairing: Steve x reader

Summary: In a world where soulmates are found by tree tattoos that change with the seasons, but bloom pink in spring instead of normal if you met your soulmate, you haven’t been so lucky. In fact your luck has been abysmal. That all changes, for better or for worse, when you meet Detective Steve Rogers. 

Word Count: 4,500+

A/N: It’s pretty cute I think, also damnnn, it’s fucking longggg. Oh, for those of you who don’t know spanish, there’s a little spanish that’s really not important to the plot but I threw in cause I’m hispanic, so represent!

Warnings: Swearing, 

Part 1 | Masterlist

Easy. That's what it was. Easy.

The more Steve thought about it, the more he realized that he felt more at ease with you in the twenty minutes you had spent together than with some people he had known for nearly all of his life. It felt as if he already knew you, and he had no idea why he felt so content with a stranger in his arms, nor why his heart seemed to swell when you snuggled into his chest.

Nothing had felt this easy or comfortable since.....no it was best for him not to dwell on the past, he reminded himself.

Right now he had to make sure that the very cute (Y/N) got home safely.

You were gently nudged with Steve's shoulder as he stood in the entryway to the apartment building, effectively waking you completely from your relaxed drowsy state.

He gently put you down taking the umbrella back from you and shaking it out slightly before closing it. A yawn escaped you as you stretched slightly, your neck feeling a bit stiff. A small smile appeared on his face at the cute way your nose scrunched up when you yawned.

"Thank you, Steve." You said to him when you were done yawning. "You really didn't have to do this." You told him, feeling slightly guilty that you had most likely hijacked his plans.

"It was really no problem." He told you, waving it off, making it apparent that he really didn't mind it. "Don't worry about it."

You smiled up at him, pleased with having met such a nice man, glad that you hadn't caused him a problem. "Why don't you come up for a cup of coffee?" You asked him, as he seemed to be preparing to leave and venture into the rain again. "I'd hate to send you back into the rain."

He looked at you, seeing your dopey, awkward smile as his sweater hung loosely on your body, almost going past your knees, the sleeves falling over your hands. He smiled at you, feeling amused and something else that was achingly familiar but distant.

He chucked slightly, his blue eyes dancing gleefully. "Sure, that'd be very nice." He told you, feeling increasingly happy as your eyes widened, a huge smile taking over your face, before grabbing his hand, and running to the elevator, a small groan escaping him, not expecting you to be quite strong enough to drag him, until he continued after you, happy to hear you laughing.

You pressed the button to the elevator and the two of you stepped in, giggling slightly, not noticing you were still holding hands.

The elevator started closing but opened up, a lady entering, giving you both an odd look. You now realized what an odd pair you were, the both of you standing there, trying to contain your laughter, you standing in a sweater too big for you, being almost completely soaked, him being this huge man who was giggling. She just rolled her eyes at the two of you who were grinning, before holding her arm out to keep the door from closing.

"Mami, apurate." She called out to the small old lady who was fumbling with the lock of the mailboxes in the hallway.

"Niña, no me regañas." She said hypocritically, clearly scolding her daughter.

The lady in the elevator, just rolled her eyes, looking up slightly. "Ay, Díos ayúdame." She muttered, clearly frustrated.

You hadn't realized that you and Steve were still holding hands until he let go of yours, and you felt your hand instantly go cold. You looked in front of you, and saw him lending his arm to the old lady, to help her into the elevator. She took it, looking rather pleasantly surprised, as he walked her into the elevator, both you and her daughter seeming to wait awkwardly.

They both stepped in, before Steve looked back at you, grinning slightly, before unconsciously grabbing your hand again, neither of you very much noticing.

The elevator finally closed, and the daughter pressed a button, and you reached over and pressed the number to the floor you were going to, never once letting go of Steve, who was currently engaged in a pleasant conversation with the old Latina lady.

The elevator dinged and the mother and daughter stepped out, but not before the mother gave Steve a little kiss on the cheek and exited, saying "Ah, young love."

It was only then that it started to feel as if his hand was burning in yours, and the two of you instantly let go, an awkward silence filling the elevator, before you started awkwardly rambling.

"Funny how she thought we were dating, right? What an old lady thing to do, ha." You said, laughing slightly awkwardly, before shutting up and looking Steve in the eyes. The both of you stayed quiet for a moment, before bursting into laughter, the awkwardness seeming to instantly evaporate.

The two of you exited the elevator as it opened on your floor, grabbing your keys from the pocket of your jeans, and opening the door, stepping in, him stepping in after you. You shut the door behind him, locking it, before placing your keys in the little bowl your friend had by the door. You bent down and took off your heeled boots, feeling relieved to be standing flat on the floor again, though slightly upset that you had lost about three inches of height.

You walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet with instant coffee and put some into the coffee maker that you had and grabbed two mugs in preparation, as well as stuffing all of the groceries you had bought into the fridge, before turning around to run into a large wall.

"Ow!" You cried out instinctively, causing Steve to immediately feel bad.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine." You told him, running your nose slightly. "Um, why don't you go and sit on the couch, and I'll go change into some dry clothes and bring these and your sweater to the dryer?" You asked, and he nodded slightly.

"You don't need to worry about my sweater." He said, his voice trailing off.

"No, I'm doing it, so shush." You told him, pointing your finger at him, feeling as if you were 5.

"Um, okay?" He said, before going to sit on the couch, as you slipped into your room, changing into a pair of sweatpants, a comfortable sports bra, with a large shirt over it, the shirt hanging off of your left shoulder. You pulled your hair out of your face, before grabbing the wet clothes and a stack of quarters you had for the drying machine. You were very glad for probably the umpteenth time about the building having a laundry room on every floor.

You slipped on your flip flops, before exiting your room. "I'll be right back." You told Steve, grabbing your keys and leaving the apartment, unaware that he had managed to spot the tattoo on your left shoulder blade, the leaves starting to turn orange, red and yellow, one or two moving and falling from the tattoo.

You had walked to the laundry room, glad that the good dryer was empty and it seemed like no one else was going to be in the room for awhile. Dumping the clothes into the dryer, you shut it and put the quarters in, turning it on for the highest setting, setting a timer on your phone for 40 minutes before heading back to your apartment.

Entering the apartment you saw Lockheed, Kitty's cat, sitting on Steve's lap, purring slightly, a small smile on both of their faces as Steve pet Lockheed.

"You have a cute cat." Steve said, tearing his eyes away from Lockheed to look at you from his place on the couch.

"He's not mine, he's my best friend, Kitty's." You told him, walking by, scratching the underside of Lockheed's head, his small eyes closing as he purred, leaning his head into it, before walking into the kitchen, pouring the steaming cups of coffee, throwing a spoonful of vanilla gelato in yours, a delicious trick that you had picked up from working at the diner while serving parents with little kids who would most certainly ask for a sip.

You walked back into the living room area with the steaming mugs, before placing them on the small coffee table, settling them on coasters. "I didn't know how you liked it, but we have cream and sugar if you want to add some." You told Steve, ready to head back to the kitchen to grab the stuff.

Steve held out his hand, kind of waving it off. "It probably sounds super weird, but I love black coffee. I can't drink it otherwise."

You had a confused smirk on your face, before sitting next to him, taking a sip from your gelato coffee. "That is pretty weird, but my best friend is the same way." You told him, petting Lockheed who had settled between the two of you. "I can't drink coffee without a ton of cream and sugar, so I learned a trick. I put a spoonful of vanilla gelato, or ice cream, but it works better with gelato, in my coffee before I pour the coffee in, so that way it doesn't burn my tongue and it's not that bitter."

Steve made a bit of a face, sipping his coffee, while petting Lockheed with his other hand. "That sounds like it would be super sweet."

"It's actually not. Yeah, I can't deal with tooth-rotting sweetness, which is incidentally why gelato works better. Besides, Kitty, like you, loves bitter coffee, ugh, so she buys like the darkest roast you can for instant coffee, so it still moderately tastes like coffee."

"Sounds interesting." Steve said, his face clearly giving away his curiosity about it.

"Here, try some." You told him, having no idea what possessed you to share one of your favorite drinks with someone you barely knew when you got mad at Kitty for using your owl mug.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You said, nodding your head, handing your mug to him.

He took your mug from you and took a sip a surprised look appearing on his face. "It’s actually not that bad." He admitted, handing your mug back to you.

"Ha, take that." You said, doing a little victory dance in your seat.

"Okay, okay." He said, rolling his eyes slightly. "I tried yours, you try mine."

You cringed. "Eh, I'll pass."

"Nope, you gotta try it." He said, and you sighed, resigning to your fate.

"Fine." You whined out, taking his mug from him. You brought the mug up to your lips, and took a sip, before pulling it away, grimacing, letting out a sound of disgust. "Bitter, too bitter."

Steve chuckled, taking his mug back from you. "Come on, it wasn't that bad."

"Yes it was, grandpa." You said teasingly, your eyes dancing with mirth.

"Oh, ha ha ha. Laugh it up, Shorty."

"Hey!" You cried out indignantly. "I'm not short, you're just ridiculously tall."

"Whatever you say." He said in a sing-song voice, looking away from you, sipping his coffee.

"You shady grandma." You cried out, playfully punching him in the arm.

He rolled his eyes at you, and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, both of you drinking your coffee and petting Lockheed who was very happy with all this attention.

"So," Steve drawled out, "If I'm overstepping my bounds, let me know. So, you and your best friend live together, right? I’m assuming cause of the cat."

"Yeah, Lockheed. But we didn't use to." You told him. "I moved in a few months ago because my old apartment burned down."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Steve said, any trace of amusement leaving his eyes, replaced with an unreadable look.

You waved him off, taking a sip of your coffee. "Most things were salvageable. I really only lost a few pictures, which I had been meaning to throw out, so no harm, no foul."

"Okay then." He said, nodding, his eyes softening slightly.

"Yeah, so Kitty offered me her spare room until I got back on my feet, but we both decided that it was nice to have a roommate. She gets lonely a lot and I just like having someone that's around that I don't feel the need to talk to."

"I understand that. I live with my best friend, Bucky." He told you. "Though neither of us are really in the house all that often. He's a firefighter and I'm a detective with the NYPD." He told you.

"Oh cool! I used to be an accountant at Rand Industries till they went bankrupt and now I have a waitressing job at this little diner. I was coming back from a job interview today, actually."

"Oh really? Well then, I wish you the best of luck. How do you think it went?" He asked, genuinely interested.

"Oh, it went awful.” You told him, not caring very much. “I actually went to college to be a psychologist, but it's really hard to get a practicing licence and I haven't had the money to get the licence yet, even though I passed the test. But now my test is invalid, so I would have to take it again, so I think I'll stay on the accounting path, and Stark Industries had a job open, but I know that I didn't get it."

"Really? I'm sure you did. Besides, I think I could get a little sway for you. I was good friends with Howard, but Tony and I don't really see eye to eye, but he respects my judgement."

You laughed slightly. "While I appreciate the offer, I'd rather you didn't."

He looked at you, smiling a bit, before clearing his throat. "Well, thank you for the coffee, but I should be going. I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"No, it's really fine!" You told him, feeling as if you were driving him off.

"I also have the morning shift tomorrow." He said.

"Oh, that's a good reason." You told him, as he stood up, moving to grab his shoes from the doorway.

You suddenly remembered. "Your sweater!" You stood up frantically, much to Lockheed’s dismay, rolling your eyes and picking him up, before grabbing your flip flops from the entry way.

You rushed past Steve, who was in the doorway, rushing down the end of the hall to the laundry room, unsure as to why you brought Lockheed with you.

Entering the small room, you placed Lockheed down on the small table tucked away in the corner, surprised to see your friend and neighbor, Kurt in the room as well.

"Hey Kurt." You greeted, smiling at your kind friend.

"Hello, (Y/N)." He said, his thick German accent ever present. "Are zeese your clozes?" He asked, petting Lockheed, who had settled under his hand.

"Yeah, I'll get them. Sorry if you were waiting for the dryer." You told him, pulling your clothes out of the dryer and setting them on the table. "Can you watch Lockheed for me?" You asked, meaning to run out of the room but running into a wall.

"Ow." You muttered, rubbing your nose, looking up at Steve. "We have got to stop meeting like this." You muttered to yourself. You extended your arm to give him his sweater. "Here you go."

He smiled at you, gently taking his sweater from you, putting it on. "Thank you, (Y/N). I hope you get that job and enough money for your licence." He said softly, before leaning down to press a small kiss on your forehead.

"See ya around, maybe." He said to you with a wink, leaving you gaping like a fish as he left.

"Ooohh." You heard from behind you, turning around to see Scott and Kurt snickering, wondering how you could have missed seeing Scott.

"Shut up." You maturely told them.

"Nope." Was their general reply.

"Ugh, I hate you both." You whined out, moving to fold your clothes.

"Is (Y/N) in here?" You heard an angry voice ask from outside the room.

You just rolled your eyes. "Yes, and your demon is with me, so chill out."

You felt a light smack on the back of your neck. "Ow!" You yelled out, annoyed.

"He's not a demon, so shush." Kitty said, glaring at you slightly.

"Fine. Your dragon is here with me." Yourself, rolling your eyes at her, a small grin appearing on both of your faces.

"So, how was your day?" She asked far too happily, making you suspicious.

"Pretty normal. I got groceries." You told her, folding your clothes.

"What about your boyfriend?" Scott asked teasingly, sounding like a two-year-old.

"Ugh, he's not my boyfriend!" You cried out indignantly, annoyed by their stupid teasing. "He's a man I met who saved me from the rain today. I offered him a cup of coffee, that was it!" You snapped, a bit defensive.

They all have you a 'yeah right' look. You rolled your eyes a bit more.

"We talked for a little bit. I told him about my bad luck and he told me about how he's a detective and I won the bet of who has better coffee."

"But your coffee's gross." Kitty said, with a grimace.

“No, you’re just someone with broken taste buds.” You told her, to which she stuck her tongue out at you. “Very mature.” You said, your voice laced with sarcasm as you rolled your eyes again.

“So, are you guys gonna come over and for movie night?” You asked Scott and Kurt, both of them seeming to be nodding. “Is Piotr or Lance coming?” You asked Kitty, referring to both of her on-again-off-again boyfriends.

“Um, neither of them.” She said, petting Lockheed who had moved over to her as soon as he saw her, attempting to climb onto her shoulder.

“Rogue’s coming?” You asked all of them, to which they nodded.

“So’s Jean and Alex.” Scott told you, making you happy at the prospect of seeing them.

“Varren, Ororo, and Betsy are not going to be able to come.” Kurt said.

All of you groaned slightly, wishing you could’ve seen them.

“What about Peter?” Kitty asked.

“Maximoff?” You asked, just to clarify.

“Yeah.” She said, giving you an ‘are you dumb’ look.

“I know. Just had to be sure.” You told her, holding your arms up in surrender. “But, yeah. He’s coming.”

“Okay, cool. See you guys in like an hour. Oh, know that if you think Steve is my boyfriend again, no popcorn for you!”

“Oh, so your boyfriend has a name.” Kitty said slyly, earning a synced high five from Scott.

“You guys are almost 30, stop with the stupid high five thing. We’ve been out of high school for years guys.” You said angrily, stomping out of the laundry room.

“No popcorn!” You yelled back at them, sniggering slightly.

You entered your apartment, throwing your clothes into your room, before sitting down on the couch debating what you guys should watch, glad that it was your turn to pick for movie night, glad that most of your friends were coming. Somehow you guys had stayed friends for all the years after high school, and actually you were hoping that after you got your license, because you were determined to get it, that Charles would let you work at the school.

You didn’t debate with yourself for long, finally settling on Tangled, one of your favorite movies that you had been wanting to re-watch it for awhile.

Ignoring Kitty as she trudged in, you set up the movie, and grabbed the 6-packs of beer that were in the fridge, as well as one a bottle of rose which you were definitely gonna hog. You ordered a few pizzas online and grabbed the microwaveable popcorn from the cabinet, sticking it in the microwave, nuzzling Lockheed as he settled on your shoulder, unsure of why this nimble black cat liked resting on people’s shoulders.

You heard a knock on the door for the pizzas and opened it and paid for them, thanking the delivery boy and offering him a warm smile.

After about twenty minutes everyone had arrived, and was eating away.

“Who’s choosing this time?” Alex asked through a mouthful of pizza, earning a look of disgust from Kitty.

"Me.” You said simply, bringing the huge bowl of popcorn from the kitchen, earning a groan from everyone.

“You’re gonna make us watch a Disney movie.” Scott whined out, to which you flicked a piece of popcorn at him, lifting your head up to knee the back of his head from behind the couch, telling him to move it. Everyone seemed to agree with him though.

“I don’t see vat the big problem is.” Kurt said, from beside you as you sat down in the middle of the couch.

“Yeah, Disney’s great.” Peter agreed.

“That’s only cause you grew up watching only princess movies.” Rogue retorted in her southern accent.

“Yeah, some of us actually had a life growing up.” Alex teased.

“Everyone shut up!” You yelled, holding the remote in your hand, ready to start it up. “Peter and Kurt are the only ones who get popcorn and I’m disowning you all if you don’t fucking sing.”

“I’m older than you.”

“A minor technicality.” You said, turning on the movie, everyone effectively shutting up.

You were bored. Nobody had really come into the diner in the last half hour and although it was a nice break from the lunch rush, you were disgustingly bored. It also didn’t help that you were on of the only ones who weren’t on their lunch break. It was honestly a terrible system.

You were looking down at the newspaper for the job advertisements, trying to see if anyplace was available for you. The small bell attached to the door rang and you looked up to see a cop uniform, before doing a double take and looking back up and realizing that it was the man who had saved you from the rain a few weeks ago. He and a short red-haired lady came up to counter and sat down, in front of you.

“Steve, hey.” You said, waving to him slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed because he was sitting right in front of you.

He offered you a warm smile, returning your wave. “Hey, (Y/N). Though it’s actually Detective Rogers.” He told you. “And this is my partner, Detective Romanoff.” He said, motioning to the red-head.

She offered you an awkward smile, and you returned one, waving slightly.

“So, um, what can I get for you guys?” You asked, grabbing your pad, feeling slightly embarrassed about forgetting momentarily what you do.

“Who works the night shift?” “How are your donuts?” Both of them asked at the same time, overwhelming you slightly.

“Steve!” Detective Romanoff yelled at him, slapping him slightly.

“Um, well, I’m not entirely sure about who works night shifts, and the donuts are a bit too sweet for me.” You told them.

“Well, can we speak to the manager?”

“Nat, relax.” Steve scolded his partner, who had been dubbed as Nat. “We have some questions about a crime that happened in the area and we wanted to know if someone here had heard some information. Also, how’s the coffee? Ow!” He rubbed his arm where Nat had elbowed him.

“As dark and black as my soul.” You told him.

“So, milk?”

“Naw.” You said. “You’d like it. It’s really bitter and the perfect grandparent drink.” You told him, earning a snicker from Nat.

“So, a crime, huh?” You asked.

“Yes, we figured this was our best lead.” Steve replied.

“You just wanted donuts and coffee.” Nat sassed under her breath.

“Let me be a stereotype.”

“Um, how about I go get the manager.” You said awkwardly, heading to the back, still hearing their conversation. Cops apparently, were super bad at being quiet.

“You just wanted to flirt with the waitress.” Nat accused Steve.

“I swear I didn’t know they worked here!” He whisper-yelled back, trying to defend himself. 

“Uh-huh. And I’m sure you didn’t look them up in the system.”

“Of course I didn’t! I have morals.”

“So you did?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, but it was only to find out a last name, I swear.” Steve said, sounding slightly exasperated.

“And a phone number, and an address.” 

You walked back towards them with your boss, causing their chatter to stop completely, feeling slightly amused that Steve had searched you up, though also feeling strange about it.

As your boss talked to them, this time actually quiet, you made a pot of coffee and poured a cup of black coffee for Steve, and making a cup of hot chocolate for Nat, because you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate. Packing a bag of donuts for them both, you grabbed a coffee sleeve and wrote on it, before doodling a happy face with the tongue sticking out. As your boss came back, you went to the front, where they were both still sitting, appearing to be discussing something. 

“Um, here.” You told them, handing them the to-go cups, and the bag of donuts. “It’s on the house. Go catch some bad guys.” You told them, to which they laughed at, Nat rolling her eyes slightly. 

“Thanks (Y/N).” Steve said, Nat offering you a genuine smile and a small wave as they exited the diner.

“They’re cute.” Nat said, as her and Steve sat in their car, earning a blush from Steve. 

“Shut up.” He muttered, sipping his coffee, which he did like very much. 

“Mm, they made me hot chocolate. Marry them, Steve.” Nat said, sipping contently on her hot chocolate, causing Steve to notice some writing on her coffee sleeve. 

“Hey, they wrote something on your thing.” Steve said, pointing it out to Nat. 

“Yeah. They said ‘idk what you like to drink, but i figured you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate. pls don’t kill me.’ Wow, I’m not that scary, am I?”

“Eh, you want me to answer truthfully?” He asked, earning an eye roll from her.

“They wrote something on yours, too.” She told him. 

“Oh. ‘if you wanted my number, ya could’ve asked.’ Then it’s their number. Then ‘p.s. ya guys should shh’ And they doodled a smiley face. Fuck, this is embarrassing.” Steve said, feeling himself go red. 

“Text them.” Nat said without emotion. 

“I was going to.” He said, trying to get Nat off of him. 

“Right now.”

“No, we’re on duty.” Steve said indignantly. 

“Who cares?” 

“Me!”

“Too bad.” She said, holding his phone, making him wonder when she had got a hold of it. “I already put her number in and texted her.” 

“No you didn’t.” He said, grabbing it back from her, seeing that she had put your contact in, but hadn’t texted you. Sighing, he started typing.

Hey. This is Steve.

“There are you happy?” He asked Nat, who was smirking.

“Yes.” 

He heard his phone ding, and looked at it seeing a text from you.

lol, hey grandpa

A small smile appeared on his face as he replied back, the small clacking sound of typing being heard, followed by a ding. A small smile appeared on his face, the familiarity of you being extremely comforting. 

Easy. That’s definitely what it was. 

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LAST… [1] drink: water [2] phone call: uhh i think my mom to ask what i should pick up from trader joes ??? [3] text message: “deadass vommed in my mouth” (v poetic) to my friend about her ex bf lmao [4] song you listened to: drew barrymore by sza (a GODDESS) [5] time you cried: a couple weeks ago when i found out my dog has cancer :(((

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: lol nope fuckkkk that [7] been cheated on: not that ik of lmao [8] kissed someone and regretted it: yup,,, one of his teeth fell out during it,, i wish i was kidding [9] lost someone special: for sure [10] been depressed: haha ! wow ! ...yeah [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: ...yes

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] purple [13] red [14] v into pastel orange rn idk

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yep ! [16] fallen out of love: love ? i dont know her [17] laughed until you cried: oh yeah [18] found out someone was talking about you? i don’t think anyone can go thru hs w/out this happening to them ??? if so tell me ur ways [19] met someone who changed you: kinda [20] found out who your true friends are:  YUP [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: adkladj my fb was made solely so my friend could stalk this dude we met in london and she didn’t wanna use hers so nah i don’t rly have fb

GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: again it was only for stalking purposes i don’t thikn i have a profile pic even [23] do you have any pets: oh god my family is wild,,, 2 dogs, a rabbit, a fish, and a fuckign bearded dragon named douglas [24] do you want to change your name: so my real name is theadora, but i go by teddy ??? and lately i’ve been wondering like, is teddy a name that is respected in the adult world ??? should i switch to thea ???? but then i was like, nah bich, the adult world better step the fuck UP to respect the name teddy !!!! [25] what did you do for your last birthday: my friends took me to a ny rangers game [26] what time did you wake up: like 11 lmao [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: working on questions for the endless summer quiz ! [28] name something you cannot wait for: current pres to be out of office hockey szn uhh to see my friends tm they’ve been gone for so long :’) !!! [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: she just walked past me [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: so, so many things but prob mostly that i wasn’t so fuckign SHY as a kid and realized my worth earlier in life [31] what are you listening to right now: my summer playlist x the washing machine spinning [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: ????? prolly [33] something that is getting on your nerves: the current president  fake people l o l [34] most visited website: recently tumblr & unif.com bc i love looking at things i’m too broke to buy l m a o [35] moles: uhh like 5+ ??? [37] marks: freckles, moles, birthmark on my thigh, teeth marks where my brother bit my brother bit my arm when he was a mf BABY, scar on ankle from when my friend accidentally nicked me w his skate [38] hair colour: light brown,, kinda looks like i have blonde ombre rn bc i’m growing out highlights that went...... overboard [39] long or short hair: longggg [40] do you have a crush on someone: fuck i wish i did [41] what do you like about yourself? uhhhh prob my humor and also how i truly give no fucks [42] piercings: two in each ear lobe [43] blood type: lmao this is a mystery to both me and my parents [44] nickname: teddy (obv), teds, daddy-o, my last name, petty teddy, i’m prob forgetting some [45] relationship status: single [46] zodiac sign: libra [47] pronouns: she/her [48] fav tv show: oh man,,,, parks & rec, the office, big little lies, the o.c. lmao, big brother (but not.. recently), brooklyn 99, and sooooo much trash reality tv bc i’m weak (espec foreign real housewives ???? don’t ask) [49] tattoos: NOT YET but i want some,,, my papou (grandpa) deadass wants me to get a giant snake on my arm ???? but i want something small and deffo an exclamation point on my wrist or ankle [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST… [51] surgery: none [52] piercing: my first lobe piercings when i was in i think fourth grade ??? [53] best friend: HAHAHA this snake who i met in kindergarten & called the police on me last summer,,,, good riddance ! [54] sport: basketball [55] vacation: greece to be shown to my fam when i was 8 months old [56] pair of trainers: oh man idk,,, prob some disney themed ones that lit up

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: chocolate [58] drinking: water [59] i’m about to: eat dinner & finish up the quiz prob [60] listening to: faded by opia,,, good vibes [61] waiting for: my laundry to be done [62] want: CASH, food, to take a drive bc i’m Stressedt and driving calms me [63] get married: only in choices for now bc im still young binch ! ,,,in like 10 yrs tho [64] career: surviving as a student & picking up my parents bougie friends when they get drunk at the country club bc they don’t trust uber

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: kisses [66] lips or eyes: EYES [67] shorter or taller: taller [68] older or younger: older [70] nice arms or nice stomach: arms,,,, i have a Thing [71] sensitive or loud: sensitive [72] hook up or relationship: rn just hook ups,,, i do not have the time or energy for a relationship  [73] troublemaker or hesitant: akl;djfl;a both... depends on the sitch/mood/amount of alcohol in me

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? jklajsdl; yes [75] drank hard liquor? yes [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? nah shout out to my 20/20 vision ay [77] turned someone down: yeahhhh [78] sex on first date? nah [79] broken someone’s heart? don’t think so [80] had your own heart broken? nah i’m a guarded ass bitch for a reason ! [81] been arrested? no (shoutout to the cops for recognizing that the formerly mentioned snake’s police report was total bs !) [82] cried when someone died? for sure [83] fallen for a friend: not rly

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? ehhhhhhhhh [85] miracles? sure [86] love at first sight? nope [87] santa claus? for fun [88] kiss on the first date? sure [89] angels? ye

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: christina [91] eye colour: green, but apparently they’re two diff colors ??? one is more blue ??? idk everyone says it but i don’t see it [92] favourite movie: uhhh moonrise kingdom, saw baby driver recently and liked it,,,,, i can’t think of any rn

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