#quotes says i feel in love like you fall asleep: slowly then all at once

[misfithive]

The Fault in our Stars x Wilmon

[midastouch013]

Scars and All

Based on this request

Summary: You and Natasha have been dating for almost a year, and so what happens when you finally find out why things never get steamy

Warnings: Insecurity, Scars, Flashbacks of Redroom. Super soft Nat.

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You and Natasha had been dating for close to a year now, having moved in a month ago to the floor Tony had given the both of you happy to see his, and you quote ' favourite spider' so in love, and though your relationship was incredible in so many ways, there was one aspect that sometimes caused a bit of frustration. Every time things got a little bit steamy, Natasha would freeze up. And every time it left you confused, more than before with every occurrence.

It happened again tonight. You were tangled up in each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss, hands exploring, when Natasha suddenly pulled back, her breath uneven.

"Stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You froze, your heart pounding. You were frustrated, sure, but you respected Natasha enough to honor her wishes. With a heavy sigh, you pulled away, trying to hide your disappointment.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly, concern evident in your voice.

She nodded, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… not feeling it right now."

You couldn't help but feel disappointed, but you didn't want to show it. Instead, you forced a small smile and said, "Okay. I'm just gonna… take a cold shower then."

Without waiting for a response, you got up and made your way to the bathroom, leaving Natasha alone on the bed.

The cold water did little to wash away your disappointment. You couldn't shake the feeling of frustration, unable to understand why Natasha kept pulling away.

After what felt like an eternity under the icy spray, you finally turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. As you dried off and got dressed, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you found Natasha lost in her own world, her eyes unfocused as she begged someone she had only told you about once, Madame B, not to hit her.

Your heart broke at the sight. You knew Natasha was reliving a moment from her past, a nightmare from her time in the Red Room. Without a second thought, you crossed the room and enveloped her in a tight hug, hoping to ground her in the present, having it done many times previously.

"Nat, it's me," you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. "You're safe now. You're with me."

Slowly, Natasha's breathing began to steady, and the tension in her body started to ease. She clung to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she struggled to break free from the memories that haunted her.

You held her close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance until she finally began to relax in your arms.

After Natasha falls asleep in your arms, you gently tuck her under the covers, making sure she's comfortable. With a lingering glance, you quietly slip out of the room, closing the door softly behind you.

You make your way downstairs and pull out your phone, dialing Yelena's number. She picks up after a couple of rings.

"Hey," she says, her voice filled with concern. "Is everything okay?"

You hesitate for a moment, not sure how to explain what just happened with Natasha.

"Not really," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Nat had a flashback… to the Red Room, I think."

There's a pause on the other end of the line before Yelena speaks again. "Is she okay now?"

"Yeah, she's sleeping," you reply. "But… I don't know what to do, Yelena. Every time things start to get… intimate, she freezes up. I can't shake the feeling that it's connected somehow."

There's a thoughtful silence before Yelena speaks again. "Does my sestra shower with the door closed?"

You frown, confused by the seemingly random question. "Uh, yeah, she does. Why?"

Yelena hums thoughtfully. "And does she ever… mention anything about about her post-missions "

Your heart skips a beat as the pieces start to click into place. "No, she doesn't even let me see her till she's in pajamas. Why?"

Yelena lets out a heavy sigh. "Look, I think… Y/n, you're pretty smart, so I'm surprised I have to be telling you this, but my sister is insecure about something. And maybe, just maybe, that's why she keeps pulling away."

"But what insecurity?" you question," She-"

Before you can say anything else, Yelena interrupts you. "Sorry, I have to go. Kate's calling me. Just… be there for her, okay? She needs you."

After Yelena hangs up, more incidents with Natasha flash through your mind. Little moments that, when looked at together, begin to form a pattern. And suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Natasha's insecurity is about her scars.

Just as you're connecting the dots, Natasha comes downstairs to grab something to eat. Wordlessly, you grab her by the hips and lift her up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she squeals, trying to wriggle out of your grasp.

Ignoring her protests, you carry her back upstairs to your room. Once there, you gently set her down on the edge of the bed, ignoring her playful protests.

"Okay, seriously, what's going on?" she asks, confusion evident in her voice.

You don't answer right away. Instead, you kneel down on the floor in front of her, taking her hands in yours.

"Tasha, I love you," you begin, your voice steady. "And I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. I know… I know that something happened tonight, something that triggered a flashback. And I think… I think I know what it is."

Natasha's eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, she looks like she might bolt. But then she takes a deep breath and meets your gaze.

"You do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, squeezing her hands gently while taking a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. "Natasha, do you not like your scars?" you ask gently.

Natasha's defenses go up immediately, and she tries to deflect the situation with humor. "What, these old things?" she says, gesturing to her scars with a forced smirk. "Just battle wounds, nothing to worry about."

But you're firm in your resolve. You don't let her deflect this time. "Nat, please," you say, your voice pleading. "I need you to be honest with me."

She sighs, the forced smile slipping from her face. "Fine," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fine, you want the truth? I hate them, okay? I hate the way they look. I hate what they remind me of."

Your heart breaks at her words, but you keep your voice steady. "Why, Nat? Why do you hate them so much?"

And then she confesses, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Because I'm afraid, okay? I'm afraid that when you see them, you'll finally realize that you're dating a monster. A cold-blooded murderer. I'm afraid that you'll look at me and see nothing but a killer. And I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you. But I'm afraid that these scars will scare you away. That I don't look… sexy with my scars and all."

Tears fill her eyes as she speaks, and you feel your heart breaking all over again.

You feel a surge of anger and hurt at Natasha's admission. How could she think of herself like that? And how could she think that you would ever see her that way?

"You really think that?" you say, your voice coming out a bit harsher than you intended. "That I would see you like that? That I would ever think of you as a monster? God, Natasha, how could you even think that?"

Natasha flinches at your words, and for a moment, you regret the harshness of your tone. But then you take a deep breath and soften your voice.

"I'm sorry, It wasn't supposed to sound so rude, but… I get it, Nat," you continue, your voice gentle now. "I get that you're scared. And I understand why you feel that way. Even if I've not been through what you've been through, I'd like to think that I get it. But you need to know that I love you, scars and all. And I would never, ever think of you as anything less than amazing."

You feel Natasha's arms tighten around you, and you know that she's listening, really listening, to what you're saying.

"And another thing," you add, your voice firm now. "You need to stop calling yourself those hateful things. You are not a monster, Natasha. You are not a cold-blooded murderer. You are a hero, you are the role model to millions of kids out there, and you're my girlfriend. There's no way in hell could you be what you claim to be. Don't you ever forget that."

Natasha doesn't say anything in response, and for a moment, you worry that you've pushed her too far. But then she pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting yours.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for… for loving me, scars and all."

You shush her with a gentle finger to her lips. " What have I told you about that?" you ask in a tutting tone.

She chuckled breathily, a faint smile on her face " Never thank you unless I don't want dinner that night"

You look into Natasha's eyes, your heart overflowing with love and reassurance. Without saying a word, you lift her (Well yours, but anything that was yours was hers) t-shirt and leant in to press a gentle kiss to one of her scars, then another, and another, until you'd kissed each one.

Each kiss is an act of reassurance, a silent declaration of how beautiful and attractive you find her scars. And with each kiss, you feel Natasha's tension slowly melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and acceptance.

When you finally pull back, Natasha is looking at you with tear-filled eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I love you" she whispers, her voice filled with emotion.

" I love you more"

"Willing to bet on it?"

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[random-twst-things]

Twst housewarderns as romantic quotes I found

Characters include: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and our beautiful malleus

Tw: Tooth rotting fluff (?)

Authors note: These love poems and quotes can vary from TV shows, movies, or just poems written by poem writers.

Ngl, I was blushing while finding one for him, 🧍🏽‍♀️

I feel like he really tries to be romantic for you

And he just wants you to know that he really does love you

"You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."

-Arthur Conan Doyle, The White Company

He can be a real romantic if he really wants to be

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

But, if he isn't trying to be REAL cheesy (his words not mine), I think he may say this instead?

"I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible. But I want to spend every irritating minute with you."

-Unknown

*inhales* This man right here is gonna show you how much he loves you (which is A LOT)

“and if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.”

-Farouq Jwaydeh

I feel like he could relate to this poem because deep down, he knows he isn't the best man or person

This guy is so sweet omg

He just IDK!?

This is definitely his family he's referring to when he says "They" saw YOU

"I hadn't told them about you,

But they saw you bathing in my eyes.

I hadn't told them about you,

But they saw you in my written words.

The perfume of love cannot be concealed."

- Nizar Qabbani

This beautiful man will tell you a beautiful poem

I have two types of poems, which I think he would say to you

"I'll be loving you, always woth a love that that's true"

- Patsy Cline, Always

Or maybe

"I wasn't expecting you. I didn't think that we would end up together. The single most extraordinary thing I've ever done with my life is fall in love with you. I've never been seen so completely, loved so passionately, and protected so fiercely. "

- Beth Pearson

Yeah, he isn't gonna say this poem in person

He'll probably send it through text or smth

Still love him tho

"I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you"

- Baby, Dirty Dancing

*sighs dreamily* Malleus

I just KAHSKAJAJAJS

they asked, "Do you love her to death?"

I said, "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life"

- Mahmoud Darwish

This poem is him and he is this poem

You can't convince otherwise

[agentstarkid]

This little story turns one year old this July 31st!

We hopped with Girlie on a rollercoaster of finding (true) love, being quarantined in a foreign country, lots of internet meanies, making new friends, angst, heartbreak, depresh sesh, finding love again and so much more to come -- What a wild journey it's been, and I'm so proud I took the leap!

Looking back a year ago, I can't believe how far this story and I have come. I remember being so full of uncertainty and nerves to post that first chapter, and now, a whole year later, I'm writing little blurbs and one-shots in a whole different language to my main one.

And to celebrate this milestone with you guys, the DAN-Y/N stans out there, and as a thank you for all these 365 days of support and love to Danielito & Girlie's love story—a.k.a. my baby—, I put together a list of dialogue prompts from where you can pick one—or as many as you'd like—and send it to me so I can write a little blurb to go with it!

You can request a specific moment on the fic you'd like to see more (c'mooooon, they were together for 2 whole years! Let's see if you've been paying attention hehe), or just make a general request with a quote of your choice (or you can suggest one! Can't promise much on this, but I'd try my best to bring it to life, unless it is smut. I can't write smut for shitzels yet soz).

I'll be accepting resquests for the next 2 weeks!

✧. ┊ Series Masterlist

P.S. Fingers crossed next month I can—finally—post a new chapter! Adult life has been kicking my ass these past months so please be patient with me! — But my inbox is always open to talk! :)

— All the dialogue sources are linked!

“These are way too many, omg, I’m being squeezed by these pillows, love!” “Well I just, you know, thought that since you like to hold on to me while you sleep but we can’t do that right now, I decided to bring you all these.” “Aww, I appreciate it, baby, but would you mind moving some? And even though I do have these, I will miss your warmth beside me.” 

“You weren’t uncomfortable back there, right? I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” “No, no, I wasn’t. Thank you for doing that.”

"You had no business looking that good back there."

"Those could be our kids one day." "What...?" 

“They don’t know you, love. They don’t know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesn’t matter, you know why? Because you are enough. We are enough.”

“I don’t want you to be perfect, sweetheart. I want you to be who you are.”

“I…I wasn’t sure if you’d like this, so I just bought all the colors they had there.”

“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”

“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” 

“I like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."

“With you, I see a forever I’ve never envisioned before. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s more because I wasn’t able to… At least until I met you.”

“God, I really don’t want to leave”.

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“They say the second time’s the charm.” “Was the first time not charming enough for you?” “No, but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

“If people can hate for no reason,  then I can love for no reason too.”

“I dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesn’t. Not when it’s you.”

“I don’t know how to ask for help i just— I’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  I need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  That's the best I can do.”

“You really think a relationship should be that hard?” “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“If you don’t kiss me, right now…” “Then what?” “Then I will have to do it myself.”

"I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

“What do you think is our song?”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Sing for me.” “What would you like to hear?”

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

“You’re much better off without me.” “You’re not the judge of that.”

“I love you, okay?! And I can’t stay in your life when I’m just ruining it.” “You can’t just say that and don’t wait for me to answer.”

“Your mom is coming over today.” “Tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “You tell her, she’s your mom.” “But she likes you more!”

“Wait, you can’t swim?” “I was always more into sports on land where, you know, I can’t drown.” “I will teach you!”

“Every night before bed I write three good things that happened to me. And every night I find myself writing down your name.”

“God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight.”

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. And I’d hope you want to keep it for a very, very long time.”

“What matters isn’t the place, but the person you’re with at that place. So this is to say, being with you is enough for me. So long as you are there, then all is well.”

“If you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.” 

"Hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "What are you, a plant?" "Maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."

“I don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal.”

“This is your home, just as it is mine.”

“That was your master plan? Really?” “No, my master plan was having no plan actually.”

“When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice into your enemies’ eyes and watch them whimper.”

“Maybe i'm too late to be your first, but right now, i'm preparing myself to be your last.”

“Over everything, I choose you.”

“You’ve given me so many memories, I'd hate it if you become one”

“I hope you heal from the things you dont wanna talk about”

“I was gonna marry her…”

“Because you always been my ticket home…”

“Have you ever gone stargazing?” “yeah, i’ve seen your eyes a few times.”

"Oh God- why are you half-naked?" "nothing you haven't seen before, love" "it's freezing, go put on a shirt-" "Nah, you can warm me up." 

“You never have to fear that you’re losing me.”

“Aw, you brought out the smile.” “Which smile?” “The one reserved for the people you love.” “How could you even tell?” “Because that’s how you smile at me.”

“No, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you’re awesome and because I want to.”

“You know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.”

“Believe in the me that believes in you”

“Work can wait. You need rest.”

“I got the recipe from your mom, i hope i did it justice.”

“I think i deserve a cuddle for letting you stick your icy little feet on me all night.”

“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!” 

“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”

“I’m right here.”

“Careful, or I will fall for you.” “You’ll be fine. I’ll buy you some knee pads.” “Knee pads but no helmet?” “If you’re falling for me, you’ve already taken a hit to the head.”

“Uh-oh.” “What’s wrong?” “That’s their ‘oh, you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch’ face.”

“You look like an idiot.” “You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.”

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

“(Congrats.) You’re one of us now.”

“Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance”

"Are you still mad at me? I mean, it's okay if you are. I'm mad at myself, too."

"Put your head on my lap and sleep a little."

 “I don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

“Your cheeks are really soft.” “Stop squishing them!”

“You didn’t have to do anything…” “But i wanted to.”

[blkkizzat]

would you ever consider writing soft Toji? like Toji who did a complete 180 when he met you?

Short Answer: Hmm...I think it would depend on how 180 tbh. I feel like any softness Toji would show would be more subtle then the overt displays of affection or affirmation you'd get with Nanami or Choso. In that sense, I have shown glimpses of affection for reader with a softer Toji in a few fics of mine. ex. Toji's acceptance of reader and her hobbies/kinks in toji x smutwriter!reader. Or in werewolf toji even though he's not being completely honest with you, the plans hes been laying shows his commitment to you. Or in my multi-char fluff halloween fic, Toji harbors jealousy and feelings of not being good enough knowing you used to date gojo. Long Answer:

But I'm a firm believer in meeting people where they are at. I don't think it's very realistic to start dating someone and have them completely change for you, but you can inspire people to be better versions of themselves—however the decision is still more on them.

That isn't to say I think Toji is a one-dimensional asshole and can't be soft—on the contrary I think he is very complex. But I think a 180 right when he meets you isn't something I could really get into. So much of his character is based on the fact he is in constant survival mode.

Although there are plenty of amazing toji x reader stories that are based on more passionate meets like enemies/bully to lovers, etc. On a more practical and ordinary note, it would be a slower burn.

I just think with Toji, that would take time and be kind of rocky to start, but you'd have to slowly but surely domesticate him. He's like the booty call guy who fucks you so good he starts coming over more and more. Ending up staying longer and longer each time. Then he starts helping you out: to fix your sink, take you to get a quote on a new car so they don't rip you off and then grabbing a bite/beer with you after. Before you even realize it, he's stayed over a week and you just watched a whole 6 hour Netflix series on the couch together all night while Megumi is asleep in the other room.

All that said, because he is the way he is with his baggage and trauma, I think it makes for a more engaging dynamic with reader. This way the bonds you build are stronger as you know when he whispers, I love you into your hair once he thinks you've fallen asleep and can't hear you—he really fucking means it.

I do have a virgin!toji x reader fic coming up thats more angsty and although he still damaged by his family, hes not completely closed off by any means. Him and the reader serve as a comfort to each other before they fall for each other.

Also my yakuza!Toji fic coming up yeah he's stalking you and yandere as hell but he's still soft in the way his main motivations are wanting to take care of you and for you to be his wife.

Writing Toji this way is much more interesting to me. No offense, to anyone who writes/prefers him different.

Hopefully you see where I am coming from a bit more nonny! Ty for asking. I love talking about characterizations literally could have went on for hours LOL

[sona-verse01]

PAC

CHANNELLED LOVE QUOTES & SONGS

Take deep breath, and choose the picture/number that calls you.

Quotes from your Future spouse/partner (not your crush).

Disclaimer:

Images/quotes/songs are not mine. Found on internet.

Since, I am very bad in writing quotes, I channel messages & feelings, then search for suitable quotes on internet, that have same message.

Some quotes are a part of a song or poem. Others are written by writers.

Quotes are chosen on the basis of your FS/FP's energy, feelings & messages.

For entertainment purpose.

Don't copy/steal/translate my work.

Songs are in Indian languages, so if you don't understand that language, you can look for translation or just leave it.

Pile 1

Quotes:

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

"Hit me like a ray of sun, Burning through my darkest night. You're the only one that I want, Think I'm addicted to your light."

"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk through my garden forever."

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

"Take me into your loving arms, Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, Place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud, Maybe we found love right where we are."

"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time."

"Grow old along with me; the best is yet to be."

"Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite."

"Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more."

"I like to be alone. But I would rather be alone with you."

Songs:

Pile 2

Quotes:

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach."

"Cause all of me loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections."

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

"Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great."

"I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)."

'"How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet. "You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh'

"I may not be your first date, kiss or love... but I want to be your last everything."

"One day, we'll never have to say goodbye, just good night."

"When you smile at me you brighten up my day more than the sun ever could."

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Songs:

Pile 3

Quotes:

"Baby it's you. You're the one I love, You're the one I need, You're the only one I see."

"When I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most."

"Maybe I don't know that much but I know this much is true, I was blessed because I was loved by you."

"Love is missing someone when you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in the heart."

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

"Love is friendship set on fire and you are my spark."

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

"I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, How wonderful life is while you're in the world."

"Come live in my heart and pay no rent."

"Together with you is my favorite place to be."

Songs:

Pile 4

Quotes:

"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'"

"Life is a flower of which love is the honey."

"Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing."

"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze."

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

"Love is a friendship set to music."

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

"Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do."

Songs:

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DIDN'T DESERVE

A/N: this did not turn out the way i expected it too at all. anyways ignore all mistakes cause this aint proof read word count: 1.7k+

“Shuri, how come you ain’t tell me where you was last night?” Shuri's girlfriend, Imani said, irritation in her voice.

Shuri shrugs. “I was with Riri-”

Imani rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Of course you was with her. The two of yall might as well date with the amount of times yall see each other.”

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“You spend more time with your,” She makes air quotes, “‘best friend’ than you do your girlfriend, Shuri. You don’t see an issue with that?”

Shuri was confused. Yeah, her and Riri spent time together but they didn’t spend that much time together, right? Whether the answer was yes or not, Shuri loved Imani and would choose her over anyone and everyone.

“I’m sorry, Ima. I’ll spend more time with you, I promise. How about we go on a date tonight?”

Imani brushed her off, still annoyed. “I don’t wanna go out, Shuri, I want you to stop hanging out with Riri. Period.”

“Okay,” Shuri says with no hesitation. She wants to make her girlfriend happy and if that means she and Riri can’t hang out anymore then so be it.

“Good.” Imani kisses Shuri on the forehead and goes to the bathroom.

Shuri’s phone goes off twice. They’re messages from Riri. Shuri doesn’t bother reading them when she types: “We can’t hang out anymore.” and blocks Riri’s number. It stung her heart a little bit but what else could Shuri do? Imani’s her first girlfriend and she just wants to keep her happy.

Shuri gets up from the couch and goes to the kitchen. She opens the pantry, taking out a bag of Doritos and opens the fridge, taking out a carton of juice. She pours some in a cup before putting it back and making her way to the living room. She sets her snack and drink down and turns on the T.V. She falls asleep waiting for Imani to come out the bathroom.

When Shuri wakes up, she can feel a hand running through her hair. She looks up and it’s Imani.

“You sleep good?” She asks.

Shuri hums, stretching slightly. “What time is it?”

Imani checks her phone, “6:32, why?”

“I have a meeting with the council at 7.” Shuri groans and gets up slowly. She finishes her juice from earlier and kisses Imani on the forehead. “I’ma go get ready. I’ll see you later tonight?”

“I made plans so prolly not,” Imani says and goes back on her phone.

Shuri’s the first one in the throne room, as usual, but Riri was close behind her.

“Shuri, can we talk?” She says, pulling Shuri to the side.

“No. Didn’t you get my text?”

“No, I did, I’m just wondering why I got it. And so outta the blue, too. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened, Riri. I just don’t want any kind of relationship with you that isn’t strictly professional. Aren’t we only supposed to be colleagues, anyway?”

“Seriously? Shuri, you can't be serious right now! Are you at least gonna tell me what I did?”

Shuri notices some of the Elders coming in. “Leave it alone, Williams. I’ve said what I’ve said.” She walks away and sits on the throne, waiting for the other Elders to come in. 

They discussed the safety of Wakanda, the Panther and Ironheart suits, and the new buildings that were being constructed in Wakanda. Then Shuri went to the lab to work for hours.

It was around 11pm when Shuri made it back to her and Imani’s place and she was tired. She was expecting to find Imani in bed but she had forgotten that she said she’d made plans. The apartment was dark and lonely without another person there. Shuri didn’t like it. She turned on all the lights and put on a random show for some background noise while she took a shower. It was 11:30 when she was done. She was so exhausted from today that she didn’t even bother changing into clothes. Once her body touched that bed, that was it, lights out. 

“Shuri!” Shuri wakes up to Imani shaking her. “The bed is wet because of you! How am I supposed to sleep!?”

“The couch,” Shuri deadpans. Imani waited for Shuri to say she was joking but she wasn’t. It’s not like there was anywhere else for her to sleep other than on the couch.

“Why don’t you sleep on the couch?” Imani says, rolling her eyes.

Shuri groans and sits up on her elbows. She looks at the clock on her bedside table then back at Imani. “It’s 2 in the morning right now, Ima. I am tired. There’s no point in me moving when you’re the one complaining. You said the ‘whole bed’ is wet so go sleep on the couch.” And with that, she turns her back to Imani and goes back to sleep, ignoring the angry muttering from her girlfriend.

It had been about a week and a half since Shuri told Imani to sleep on the couch that night but Imani took it personally and has been sleeping on the couch ever since. Shuri didn’t even remember what she said since she was so tired but she assumed it was bad since her and Imani have barely even been talking unless they absolutely have to.

“Are you hungry?” Shuri asked Imani from the kitchen. No response. Shuri rolled her eyes and went over to her girlfriend, standing in front of her. “Can you just tell me why you’re ignoring me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you should remember. It’s not my fault your memory is shit.”

“And it’s not my fault that you’re having this one-sided ass fight over something I don’t even fucking remember, Imani. We're dating, aren’t we? We’re supposed to be able to talk to one another when we have issues but instead you're pushing me away and ignoring me.”

“You were rude and inconsiderate, Shuri. You slept in the middle of the bed, with your towel on, making the bed wet, and then you told me to sleep on the couch.”

Shuri sat down, rubbing her eyebrow. “So, where exactly were you planning on sleeping, again?”

“What?”

“I mean, I’m just saying. From what you just told me, the entire bed was wet, somehow, so where did you actually plan on sleeping?”

“It’s not what you said, Shuri, it’s how you fucking said it. You didn’t even care about me enough to sleep on your side of the damn bed.”

“I was in a meeting from 7 to 11 pm, Imani. I was tired and you woke me up to complain so my bad for my tone?”

“Oh, please, what’s oh, so, tiring about sitting down and talking about things that need to be fixed or done in Wakanda?”

“It wasn’t just the meeting, Imani. I also had to go to the lap and fix some things on my and Riri’s suit-”

“Oh, really?” Imani scoffed, “So, what? Riri can’t fix her own damn suit now?”

“She doesn’t live here, Imani. She came here for one week for personal reasons, not to work.”

“She could’ve carried the suit behind her and worked on it from that scrappy lil garage of hers in Chicago.”

“I told her months ago that her suit cannot leave Wakanda, which you would know if you actually listened to me when I talked.”

“I listen when you talk, Shuri. It’s you who never listens to me and what I say. The fact that you’re still doing ‘favors’ for Riri proves that.”

“Excuse me? Me fixing the very creation that I helped her make isn’t me helping her. Me and Riri haven't even spoken since I told we can’t hang out anymore, so you can go somewhere else with that misinformation.”

“I don’t appreciate this tone of yours.”

“And I don’t appreciate how you’ve treated me like shit our entire fucking relationship,” Shuri starts, “Everything you ask of me, I do, and I mean everything, Imani. But it’s like, no matter what I do for you it’s never enough. You told me to stop hanging out Riri and I did but you just have to find a reason to get pissed off about something that barely even fucking concerns her and it’s irritating. You might as well be obsessed with the girl with the way you know so much shit about her and me.”

Imani stands up. “Shuri, if you keep talking to me like I’m one of your little fan girls, you gon lose me as a girlfriend, I promise.”

“Nobodys stopping you from leaving,” Shuri shrugs. She’s been through too much bullshit from this woman to even care anymore. “Leave.”

Imani scoffs and goes to pack her things.

“Leave your key on the way out, too,” Shuri says, getting up and leaving.

Today was the last day Riri was in Wakanda and Shuri had to make things right before she lost the best friend she’s ever had in her life. 

Shuri knocks on Riri’s door, thankful that she hadn’t left yet when she heard her say, “One minute!” Riri opens the door a few seconds later, her face dropping immediately when she realizes it was Shuri. 

“What do you want?” Riri says, folding her arms across her chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” Riri’s face softens slightly. “I shouldn’t have chosen Imani over you, especially when I’ve known you longer than I have her. I know what I did was stupid, Ri, and I’m sorry. Imani was my first girlfriend and I was willing to do anything for her love and her approval, even if that meant cutting out the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You didn’t deserve to be ghosted by me like that and I should’ve explained things weeks ago at the meeting but I was scared Imani would find out and break up with me and I know that’s no excuse but I really am sorry, Riri.”

Just as Riri was about to speak, another voice came from inside her room. “Ri, who is it?” They yell.

“No one, Aniyah!” She yells back. Riri turns back to Shuri, “I appreciate the apology, Shuri, I really do, but you’re a week too late. I don’t want anything to do with you after what you did.” And with that, she closes the door, leaving Shuri rethinking her entire life choices.

[northlight14]

My D&D characters as incorrect quotes

(Darling Trouble edition)

Leucis: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Greyson: All I drank was Redbull!

Leucis: How many?

Greyson: Eighteen.

—

Leucis: I've been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Greyson: Wow. He sounds stupid.

Leucis: But he’s not. He’s really smart actually. Just dense.

Greyson: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, don't know... "Hey! love you!"

Leucis: I guess you're right. Hey Greyson, love you.

Greyson: See! Just say that!

Leucis: Holy fucking shit.

Greyson: If that flies over his head then, sorry Leucis, but he’s too dumb for you.

Leucis: Greyson.

—

Leucis: I'm proud to identify as morosexual. I'm attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight.

Greyson: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Leucis, already taking off their clothes: God, Greyson, you're so fucking stupid.

—

Leucis: So you like cats?

Greyson: Yeah.

Leucis: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

—

Greyson: Did it hurt when you fell-

Leucis: From heaven? Wow, I didn't think you were such a flirt-

Greyson: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Leucis: ...

Greyson: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

—

*Greyson comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Leucis's bedroom.*

Leucis: darling, are you.. coming to bed?

Greyson: No thank you, I'm sure you're lovely but I have a boyfriend.

Greyson: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep*

Leucis: ...

—

Leucis: like your new pants!

Greyson: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Leucis: I'd like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Greyson: The store can't just give away clothes for free.

Leucis: Thats's... not what I meant.

Greyson: That's a terrible way to run a business, Leucis.

—

Leucis: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Greyson: Nope, there's 26.

Leucis: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Greyson: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Leucis: You'll get the D later ;).

—

Greyson: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Leucis!

Leucis: You can't expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

—

Leucis: Greyson, you love me, right?

Greyson: Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won't like.

—

Leucis: You got a date yet Greyson?

Greyson: No...

Leucis: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

—

Leucis: You look good in that hoodie.

Greyson: You know where else I'd look good?

Leucis, zero hesitation: My bed.

Greyson, at the same time: By your side-wait, what?

—

Greyson: Sorry I'm late, I was doing things.

Leucis: Hi, I'm 'things'.

—

Greyson: You have to apologize to them Leucis.

Leucis: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

—

Greyson: Bro-

Leucis: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Leucis: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

—

Leucis: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Greyson: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

[ladyazulina]

Azu is Talking — A Little Too Personal at the End

This week, the dental pain I have been updating you about has been decreasing. Slowly but surely. I was able to stop numbing my mouth to fall asleep earlier in the week, so that’s… good? I guess? It’s still hurting, but I see even the smaller of steps as progress, so.

This Creative Monday was… intense, to say the least. Fortunately, the mechanic of this game seems to be coming pretty nicely. Wordy-wise, at least. I easily spent the whole afternoon working on it, seven hours. From late morning to right into the evening, with a long break to prepare and eat lunch (watching a series episode~) and a shorter one to have a coffee.

My eyes were tired of seeing words and I still wanted to try to add something to the [REDACTED] adventure, ‘cause that goes whenever I can, remember? And I did, though very little, and my eyes ended up also hurting after that. I still have just a bit more than two weeks left to work on it. Not sure how many words missing just yet. But with just an hour or so to end my working hours, I wasn't really sure about my odds (I did the add-up with five minutes to spare). Don't have to rush and worry about it just yet, but the sooner I can end it, the better I will feel. And I always want to feel the better.

That’s not what usually happens on Tuesdays… Particularly this one. When reading a book in which you have 50+ favorite highlighted quotes, Review Tuesday becomes a nightmare.

Read this week’s review:

Posting each and every one of those quotes individually (because I want to 😭) is a heavy job. I can try to quell it a bit by listening to music and reading those quotes during the arduous posting to remind myself how much I loved that book, but it still leaves a toll. Especially if after the first massive posting on Tumblr, I'm doing the same on Patreon, repeating it on Ko-fi, and doing it once more on Co-host! Doesn't surprise me that it took me a whole day. But a whole day trying to post a review was going to easily become a killer instead of a cause of excitement. That's why I rebranded my Ko-fi and the way I shared the reviews on Co-host! Now it's a headache, but a headache that takes a slightly less amount of time and leaves me with enough left to try to fix the rest of my day. Or madden me even more, who knows?

Iron Valley, Linney's Campaign, is being live every Tuesday.

Yeah, kind of that is what I meant. Not only that, though.

I started the day by sharing everywhere I could the second post of Linney’s campaign on Iron Valley. Then I worked on posting the review of the week. All those reviews are from books I read in 2022 and 2023, I haven’t had that much of a reading spur this year mostly because I wanted to slow down and read some books I wanted outside of ARC and Beta picks. It hasn’t worked like that, if I have to be honest, but it’s like I needed the rest. I am still reading (or trying to 😬) for the teams I am already a part of, just took a year’s pause from actively looking and pursuing new teams to apply for.

After that, anyway, I had a really motivating brainstorming session with a trusted friend 💙 (my heart aches for being able not only to say but also believe that I have friends I can trust) that led me to dive for almost six hours on the [REDACTED] adventure. I was satisfied (and oh so tired) for basically finishing it with a little more than two weeks before the deadline (being aware of the time was, is, and will still be jamming my head), but I still have to make a few editions to make it the best I could. I feel so low-key hyped.

Working Wednesday, though, didn’t have much of ‘Working’. I started the day with a power outage and that wrecked my plans, even if they were really not that time or head-consuming. I could have finished with my Collaborative Writing Workshop later on, but I wasn’t feeling it. Had enough of a time figuring out what I was going to eat and how I was going to dive into the darkness of a kitchen I had even in the brightest of hours (and I had, for a change, the brightest of days so far lately). Fortunately, the power came back for a little bit to let me fix my breakfast. And then came back again so I could fix my lunch (really, really thankful for that). It went out for a little bit again when I was prepping my dessert (the first time in a long time, I can get accustomed to that 😏). But so far it held. Still have no idea what happened that day (to warrant the power outage, I mean).

So, when I finally was able to settle, it was already time for the coffee break (sacred, do not disturb), and I felt so out of sync that I just made some last-minute editions and called it a day. I added a few more things to my schedule (’cause I just remembered), but so far it could have totally gone as an UnPlanned Resting Day. I took a book from my small, brand-new, growing, personal library collection and read for hours. I don’t remember when was the last time I read a physical book I physically held in my physical hands (my last birthday doesn’t count because the book wasn’t mine yet and I was in a bookstore 👀), so it was nice. Now I just have to finish it. Preferably before the end of the month. Hopefully more on that next week 🤞

Backstage Thursday was… backstaging, ba dum tss 🥁 I did an orderly move of tasks to help me manage a bit better few certain things outside my thematic days. Like an edition I had to start because of me getting into a new project… as an editor. It took me longer than I expected, but I had so much fun starting to dive in there and I’m loving a lot the setting and the concepts and I’m into the idea that my ‘boss’ is such an easy-going person, it will be hella fun to work with them. I did my scheduled task as well, and also had to reject a possible paid project because I didn’t find myself fit enough for it. Mature decisions. I’m growing way so fast 🥺

I also found a solo TTRPG game I could playtest the week after next. I know I ‘should’ have finished the previous one by now, but life happened. Anyhow, I’m happy and excited for the new game. I really can’t wait. I’m surprisingly content as well with the subjects I was able to grab for my incoming semester. I had to withdraw all of them last semester, so I wasn’t sure how things were going to go on this one, but I even found a virtual class! It’s the best of the best of what I can get. I will totally talk a lot more about my college life after the semester starts in three weeks anyway, so let’s wait until then.

On Secret Friday, though, I was not having it. I woke up in a m o o d, that much I noticed. Last week I signed up as a player for an incoming charity weekend stream to raise funds for medical aid for Palestine by playing TTRPG games. I woke up that day overthinking the help I could give as a player with my need for accommodations. If I haven’t said it yet, I’m hard of hearing and that is such a Big Thing™ in my life… at least for me. All the session zeros and games seemed to be taking place on voice channels on Discord, and Discord doesn’t have yet closed captions integrated (w h y?!). The session zero for a game I wanted to play was taking place that day, so my mood wasn’t helping. It was pushing me to just withdraw altogether, not wanting to be a bother by switching the calls to Google Meets, which could be a problem during a live stream if none of us had a paid account cause Google would be kicking us out every hour. For a game of at least three hours. I… I wasn’t having it.

Fortunately, it did not have a grasp of me. The session zero was held on Google Meets, and the organizer said we would have an account with a Google free trial, so it shouldn’t be able to cut us out during the stream. I had a lot of fun meeting the cast and was glad of hadn’t listened to my head. Now I can formally invite you to accompany us from August 2nd to August 4th on Desis & Dragons’ Twitch channel, we will be playing a lot of games with huge diverse casts for such an amazing cause.

Still on that same Secret Friday, I was also having sad feelings, finding an article in my inbox that very morning that started like this:

Living with hearing loss impacts every aspect of my life. It shapes how I communicate, navigate the world, and connect (or, more often, don’t connect) with others. During Disability Pride month, I find myself thinking lately about unexpected support — the small, impactful ways people have shown up and advocated on my behalf when I couldn’t. There’s my wife, of course, who helps translate basically everywhere we go, and who’s learning ASL with me so we can communicate a little easier. — Pride and Perseverance by AnnaGrams.

As I said, I was having feelings, and I was already a filled well, so I was overflowing. That start hit me somewhere and thought about approaching the author, Anna Pulley, but I was at a loss for words.

I tried to do things that day, but nothing (apart from the session zero) seemed to be working for me, so, understandably so, I just let it be. My partner spent a lot of time with me and, after the session, we had our coffee break (I started having coffee breaks thanks to him) and a few hours watching a series.

I partly knew what I was feeling, so when I didn’t wake up on Playful Saturday feeling better, it didn’t surprise me. It took me a while to figure out what it was though, but after the first harsh wave, I noticed there is only one thing able to destroy me completely overnight. The hormones were shifting to prepare for the period.

What’s the problem with it? The feelings, thoughts, and emotions I have been feeling for the last decade around the hormones have been extremely radical. I don’t consider myself an impulsive person… in this sort of thing, at least, but the intensity that overcomes me has been huge enough to scare me. Of myself. For myself. I’ve been fighting depression all my life and earlier with this I noticed it is something that affects greatly my style of life. Very few people believe me, not the ones who could help me do something about it though. Yet. So it hasn’t been funny.

After communicating with my partner, he decided it best to keep me in his line of sight. So dear friends I also kept in the loop were checking on me. I felt a prisoner of my own body (though this happens often and not only because of this particular matter) and a hostage of my own mind. I made the smarter move, but it was a difficult day.

Reaching the evening, my partner started looking for activities to actively distract me. We ended up playing a few (many) puzzles from Baba is You. It was highly stimulating and I ended up deeply engrossed, so much so that when he had to leave me to spend time with his family, I shifted the attention toward the TTRPG game I’m playing. Instead of the four parts I used to go over in the previous weeks, I was only able to focus through one and a half of another, but so far that was more than I expected to do that day. Depending on how this new week goes, I may or may not finish this first campaign there. I’m excited.

The excitement doesn’t break through this mood that’s bringing me down, but now that I recognized it, it’s slightly easier to fight it. Just slightly. Being able to differentiate when something comes from you and when it comes from the liar you have as a brain makes it all a bit less strenuous. And, sometimes, that’s all you need.

I’m only playing in one game so far next weekend, but nonetheless, I hope to see you there. Until next week 💙

[cancerian-95]

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Hello Tumblr, this is the end of the line. I have not written on this page for a while and it is best to let this blog gather dust and walk away. Before I walk away completely, let me provide one last update, a happy, loving, complete story that wraps up my blog well. The title “.” not only signals the end, but a completion, just as this person has completed me. She is not only my best friend, but my loving, cute, beautiful fiancée (yes, you read that right). This post is for her, for I am and always will be eternally grateful that she has changed my life for the better in all facets.

2020 was a once in a century event, a massive global pandemic called Covid-19 that shut Earth down. Some things would never be the same again, work/office life, travel and my love life…on May 8th 2020, after re-downloading CMB after a time away from my last relationship, I matched with her with little knowledge that my life was about to completely change. My first line was nothing special asking how lockdown was treating her but with every line and message, I felt something, an emotion that would blossom and bloom beyond the prettiest hydrangea or peony. I was never more happy to be away from my bad habits, to video call and talk to her as night times with her became my favourite time of the day. We waited out for a few months before meeting in person in the first week of July. I was nervous, things had been going great and I didn’t want to mess things up but when I saw her, it relaxed me and those strong feelings I had only grew with every moment.

With every date, call, gift…with every passing day, it felt like I was living my best dream. I fell for her just like you fall asleep to quote TFIOS “slowly, then all at once.” It is hard to point to a time but subconsciously, she was the only person I want to spend time with or share my insecurities and emotions to and that is something I have never felt in anyone else. Never has it felt more easy or natural and never has it clicked as well as it still does to this day and as it will going forward.

The relationship was not without trials, mainly Covid related and personal issues but no matter how big the efforts were to put out the fire, it kept burning brighter and stronger. I would never give up on someone as special as her and I would be stupid to throw it away so despite the stress growing with every passing day, I persevered and stayed committed knowing if we could get through this, then we could get through anything. I’m grateful for her patience too and sticking with me through the most difficult times.

I have never felt more supported to be a better version of myself. To have someone push you and make you more ambitious to reach your goals is priceless. I probably do not say this enough but I would never be where I am now or as happy as I am now without her and it is all thanks to her. On our journey together, we celebrated getting new jobs, shared countless memories on trips, achieved key milestones in our lives and most importantly, got engaged. We moved in to our new flat earlier this year and this experience living with you is better than anything I could have imagined or drawn up as a child growing up. I have learned independence, responsibility and yet am so lucky to be cared for and loved by her every day. But the best feeling and best part of my every day is cuddling her to sleep every night and waking up next to her every morning. She is the reason I smile, the reason I look forward to my every day for the rest of my life.

I hope I can be even half the amazing person she is and I will do everything I can to make sure she gets all she wants and desires as that is the least she deserves putting up with me every day. I love her more than words can describe and my wish is that even as this page or blog will gather dust, she will come by every now and then to read this and realise how special she is as a person and how special she is to me. She is the best thing that has happened to me ever and I will never let go.

We are almost at the finish line Tumblr…one final paragraph. Our lives, our fate changes with each decision we make and we all go through our lives making many important decisions. Everything that led up to our relationship and where we are now was based on decisions. I am happy with my decisions, I hope she is as well. Let us carry on filling in pages and chapters of our unfinished story. Next stop: Wedding!

I love you.

[literary-jams]

John Green

This particular article about John Green talks about his life and four of his best selling books among which I happened to have three. John Green clearly is a very experienced person, his experience and his mature thoughts shows up on his writing, which also challenges the reader's views and helps us look at different difficulties of life from alot of different narratives.

The Fault In Our Stars:

The book is essentially about two characters Hazel Grace Lancaster and August Waters. Hazel Grace had thyroid cancer which had reached out to her lungs and she was in a support group with kids who had cancer in her mother's behest. Augustus had lost his leg to osteosarcoma and he was there to support his best friend Isaac who had eye cancer. The first conversation stirred between the leads was actually because of a ciggerrate. Augustus had one on his lips which made him receive a disgusted look from Hazel, she found humans purposely butchering their organs despicable. To which Augustus replied that he is not going to light it. He further added that it is a metaphor, he puts the killing thing right in between his teeth but does not give it the power to kill him, which also added a sustainable factor to it, because the same pack had been serving him for two years. Needless to say they found each other interesting and promised to read each other's favorite novels. Hazel got the Prince of Dawn while Augustus received the book an Imperial Affliction, a book on a girl stricken with cancer who Hazel resonated with. However after finishing the book Augustus mentioned how he hated the abrupt ending in it to which he learned that the author of the book Van Houten had retreated to Amsterdam and no body ever really heard from him ever since but Hazel also added that she like the book because of the abruptness it projects it truthfully, people die in the middle of their life in the middle of their sentence. When Augustus surprised her with tickets to Amsterdam to go and meet the author Van Houten , Hazel Grace was over the moon but upon meeting with him they realised that he hated teenage guts and completely dismissed their excitement on meeting him. However they shared a beautiful moment in Augustus' hotel room where they confessed about being in love with each other where Augustus said " Im in love with you and Im not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying the true things" to which Hazel replied that she is only going to break his heart to which he answered that it would be a privilege to have his heart broken by hers. The beauty of fault in our stars is its filled with unforgettable quotes such as "Some infinites are bigger than other infinites" and "I fell in love like i was falling asleep, slowly at first and then all at once but the ending scene had left me completely shattered in all the ways possible. After Augustus passed away due to the resurrection of his cancer, Hazel Grace found out about the obituary he had left for her in the letters of Van Houten, in which he had expressed his deepest feelings. HE mentioned that he finds her so pretty that he never gets tired of looking at her, he never worries about her being smarter than him because he knows that she is and he is lucky to have fallen in love with her. He also mentions how in this world no one can choose if they want to get hurt in this world but we have some say in who hurts you and he mentions how he is happy with his choices and he hopes that Hazel is too. The book ends with Hazel accepting that she is as well.

Turtles All the Way Down:

This book is about Aza Holmes who suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder and anxiety. In the opening pages of the book we see her mention about how she hates the process of eating, of mushy substances going down her esophagus while stomach microbes help her digest the food. However the title Holmes could have easily been a foreshadow on the forthcoming storyline where Aza plays detective in order to find the lost billionaire for a money prize who also happens to be her neighbor. Their was also a romance angle with her and the billionaire's older son Davis Pickett. Just to shed light on how bad her OCD was, she went on a rabbit hole of thoughts about kissing Davis. She worried about the microbes they exchanged and how it could lead to her eventual death. However because she had lost her father she could also relate to David as she understood the absence of a father figure during the times one need them the most. One of the most significant lines form the book is when Aza realized that she is like a Matryoshka doll, all her layers are her. Its turtles all the way down. I also like the line where while breaking up with Davis they were looking at the sky and Aza mentions how she particularly enjoys looking at the same sky with him. She thinks eye contacts are overrated as anyone can end up looking at you but looking at the the same sky together is cosmic, its meant to be.

Looking for Alaska:

Its about a guy called Miles Halter who was later nicknamed as Pudge, he was a newbie at a boarding school and was paired with a petite guy who went by the name Colonel who was friends with two more people Takumi the rapper and Alaska who loved books. They all quickly ended up being friends and the readers went on a beautiful journey with them of not only exploring their loyalties for each other but also their unfaithful and low moments. We also see a flirtatious relationship developing between Miles and Alaska and watch Miles inevitably fall in love with her. However when he finally gets his way with her and they kiss for the first time, something suddenly switches in Alaska and she leaves but never returns. The next day the entire school gets the news that she has passed away. As an honour to her the entire group threw the best Junior year prank in the school.

This book sheds light on the beautiful moments people spend during their hostel life. The first wave of independence they receive, te fun they have yet sometimes getting peer pressured into trying out things. But also inevitably spending the best moments of their life.

[itaehynz]

INFRUNAMI !

THIRTY • WE DID IT

★ wc: 3.5k words!

☆ warning(s): fluff, kisses (small pecks & stuff), tears may fall.

STILL ON THE PHONE WITH CHAEYOUNG, you continuously talk about what you plan on wearing tomorrow for your "date" with yeonjun. she's been saying yes to every outfit that you've showed but only one really stood out to her. as you notice how she reacted once you tried on that one, you carefully ask "do you think i should wear this one?", she stares back at you through her camera with the hugest grin on her face. "you most definitely SHOULD wear that", she says making sure her liking for the outfit is clear as day.

"okay, i'm gonna go with this one then," you say before huffing slightly as a joke. chaeyoung begins clapping & whistling as if you were one of her favorite performers singing her favorite song. you giggle at her reaction finding it funny how she's way more excited over this date than you are.

you grab a couple of clothing hangers before hanging your clothes on your closet door making sure you know exactly where your outfit is once you wake up. you begin to straighten out your bed & start walking out your room to the bathroom to go brush your teeth & prepare yourself for bed.

"chae, do you think yeonjun'll ask me to be his partner?" you say with utmost curiosity in your tone. chaeyoung hums slightly before saying, "i honestly don't know, you know yeonjun better than me, but the only thing i can really promise you is that when he's ready to ask you he most definitely will."

you smile a little but quickly stop smiling as you grab your phone & walk back into your room. you began to make yourself comfortable and ready for bed before telling chaeyoung that you're beginning to feel a little bit tired. she hums once again & tells you that you can go to sleep but make sure to call her in the morning before getting ready for your "date".

you start to bid her a goodnight while you both begin saying your 'i love you's' & 'sleep well's' before hanging up the phone, putting it on the charger & setting an alarm before drifting off to sleep for the day you have ahead of you.

—

(12:00pm)

waking up to the sound of an alarm blaring in your ears at 12:00pm is not the best thing in the world, but atleast you're seeing yeonjun today. you take your time waking up because yeonjun said he's picking you up around six thirty, which gives you just enough time to make yourself look your absolute best. you walk to your kitchen to grab something small to eat whilst you watch a little bit of the newest season of 'alice in borderland'.

midway through the first episode, you reach for your phone to call chaeyoung like she had asked of you. you open your contacts to press her number & set up your phone on the coffee table carefully. while watching it ring you start to think that she might still be asleep, but knowing her she most definitely is asleep.

but, even though chaeyoung is someone who LOVES sleep… she does also enjoy going out & hanging out with her peers for a while, which is why she loves the quote, 'we're here for a good time, not a long time.'

as you're processing your thoughts, chaeyoung finally picks up the phone. speaking in her always cool & casual tone, she says to you "hey hey yn! how'd you sleep bae?". you automatically snap out of your thoughts once you hear the sound of chaeyoung. you smile at her, "hiii chae, i slept well thank you for asking bae bae, i'm a little nervous for today though..." you say before your smile slowly starts fading away & having a face slight sadness take over your previously carefree expression.

chaeyoung sighs and starts to think about what she can possibly be said to you without being too harsh or careless, "ynnnn, please stop worrying about later on, it's all gonna go well. i can promise you that, take deep breaths & release yourself of all tension within you before leaving your house okay? everything will be fiiiiine~" she says with a genuine smile which makes you smile.

chaeyoung is one of the main people that looks out for you, making sure you're always okay when you start getting a little anxious, like right now. you've always loved her for that. chaeyoung laughs a little when she sees your goofy smile & you start laughing as well.

it's been a couple hours into the call & it's seeming to be around the time you need to start getting ready. you begin walking upstairs to the bathroom outside of your room to brush your teeth, maybe do your makeup and whatever else you need to. chaeyoung's making herself lunch & you ask her what she plans on making, "a small salad with a sandwich— i'm not too hungry as of right now but i just wanna eat something so i don't starve, you know?", she says as you respond to her with a slight hum and go back to rinsing your face.

—

( 5:23pm )

chaeyoung's already finished her sandwich & you've finished putting everything on, as of now you're just adding some finishing touches, making sure everything's good. you ask chae if you look okay and which she obviously says yes to how nice to you look.

you're sitting in your living room watching ep3 of 'alice in borderland' as you receive a message from yeonjun. your eyes slowly skim over the message which says,

jun! 🫧: is it okay if i pick you up sooner? i had everything prepared faster than i expected 😭

you smile at that & respond back quickly.

yn: yes ofc, no worries i'm ready anyway!

he hearts your message before typing back & saying,

jun! 🫧: okay great i'll be there at 5:40? is that okay?

yn: yes that's fine, i'll be right here waiting for you 🤗

you type back before placing down your phone & smiling to yourself.

"why're you smiliiiing, was it yeonjun?" chaeyoung says with a smirk on her face. "how did you know it was him what the hell," "c'mon who are you talking to you right now, yn?" "you're right" you say before laughing slightly. "he said he'll pick me up at 5:40," you say while checking the time, reading 5:38. "soooo, he should actually be here in a few?" chae says with a slight smile on her face. "yeah he'll be pulling in front in a littl—" you say before getting cut off by the honk of a car outside of your house, which is who you're expecting— yeonjun.

"OH, hang up the phone yn & go hang out with your future boyfriend, i'll talk to you later!", chaeyoung says while smirking and raising her eyebrows at you. "okaaaay, i'll talk to you later chaeeee", you say before hanging up and grabbing your coat to leave the house.

once your coat's on, you make sure to go turn off all of the lights & begin taking your leave to go to yeonjun's car.

as you walk out your house, you see yeonjun roll down the passenger's seat window waving at you with a huge smile on his face. you wave back with a smile & open the passenger's seat door before quickly getting in. you both reach out to hug each other before yeonjun locks the car & begins driving off to your awaited destination.

—

after around 40-45 minutes, you've arrived at the very long awaited location & see that it's a little cottage with fairy lights and flowers decorating the outside. yeonjun comes around the car to open the door for you and you step out of the car in pure awe. you cannot believe what you're seeing. 'yeonjun really showed out, oh my gosh' you think to yourself before you look over at yeonjun with your lips slightly parted & wide eyes.

you look back over to the cottage before saying, "yeonjun, this is... wow". he slightly chuckles at your reaction, "is that a good wow or a bad wow?" "don't be stupid." you say with a slightly serious expression. "of course it's a good wow yeonjun, this is beautiful." "ohhh okay, now let's go inside before the food gets cold!" he says to you before grabbing your hand and starts running toward the cottage while dragging you along with him.

if you thought the outside of the cottage was beautiful, you should've seen the inside. the wall was decorated with the polaroids of you guys together that your mothers have taken throughout your childhood years, more fairy lights on the inside, a picnic blanket laid down with a wooden picnic basket sitting on it & to top it all off, cute little fake candles. yeonjun made everything so beautiful, it can't help but bring you to the question, 'will i be his partner by the end of tonight?'... and the answer to your question will be unknown until the end of this night.

you and yeonjun have now fully walked in the cottage. you both choose to sit across from each other and start talking a little. you notice that there's a small bag next to him & can't help but ask him what's in it, "it's some games that we can play if you want to! i figured you wouldn't wanna start eating immediately so i brought some stuff for us to do just in case," he says. you flash him a gentle smile before saying you'd love to play games as he picks up the bag & hooks up a nintendo switch to the tv you didn't even know was there. "since when did you have a switch?" "oh it's not my mine it's beomgyu's, he left it at my house when he came over & i just thought, 'hey why not use this for tomorrow?'" he says before chuckling slightly. you laugh along with him & watch him as you finishes plugging and hooking up the wires to get everything together.

once he finishes hooking up everything he asks you to hand him the mario kart game card & hands you a controller. he takes a controller for himself and starts up the game, you watch as he goes straight into the character choosing menu & tells you to pick one and the vehicle you want to use. "i'm gonna beat you yn," "no you're not, i'm actually really good at this game" you say before playfully rolling your eyes & batting your lashes. he smiles at that and starts choosing the maps so you guys can get started.

-

the first three rounds are over & it's officially the last round. you've came in 2nd place the past three rounds and now you're determined to win the last round to prove to yeonjun that you're 'the best' at this game. the fourth & final round starts with a countdown which has you picking up your acceleration so you can be in front of yeonjun right when the game starts.

you're dodging every obstacle & making sure to pick up power-ups every chance you get, meanwhile yeonjun picks up a shell & launches it at you. you stare at the screen in shock as you watch him hit you & take your first place spot away. now you're on the edge of your seat waiting for the perfect moment to use your shell, you end up right behind him and take the chance to throw the shell at him. with such ease, you've successfully hit him which leaves HIM in shock. you start laughing and pass the 2nd finish line which brings you the third & final lap.

'you're almost there' you think to yourself but before you can finish collecting your thoughts, yeonjun hits you with a shell once again & takes your first place spot once again. you're not even shocked at this point, you knew he was good at the game & he told you that himself! with how hard you're pressing on the acceleration button, you're almost 100% sure that when you finish there will be a small dent in your finger.

you're officially nearing the last finish line which means the lap will finish & you'll lose to yeonjun in second place AGAIN. you're not letting that happen, so right when he's about to hit the finish line... you hit him with a shell, which leaves him in shock once again. you watch as his character spins around a couple time & you officially pass the finish line. with how much happiness this last game has brought you, you can't but get up and do a little victory dance.

"UH HUUUUUH, I BEAT YOU, YOU LOST AND I WON." you say while spinning in a circle doing your little dance. he claps for you & laughs at how funny you look while dancing, "ok ok, i'll admit that you're pretty good but don't forget how i beat you three times in a row before you got first place", he says before cackling like a witch.

you stop dancing & slowly turn to look at him, he's smiling at you. you've seen that smile before, it's not just any random smile showing that he thinks you're funny... it's a genuine smile. a smile that only someone who's deeply in love with you would have. you can't help but get a little shy & look away with a shy smile on your face, "are you ready to eat now?" yeonjun asks you while still smiling. "yeah i'm a little hungry now" you say while still looking away, he says okay & asks if you'd like any sauces with your food. you say yes & ask him if he could add them on top for you, he nods his head softly before going to the back and add the sauce, which is what you're assuming.

he comes back out with three closed trays of your food & he hands them off to you. just as you're about to open it, he stops you? "don't open it yet, let me put something on first and then we can start eating together, is that okay?", you nod before he walks over to the tv & switches the hdmi to regular tv and uses the remote to go over to netflix. "you've started watching the new season of 'aib' right? what episode did you get up to?" "the third one," "okay great me too, i'll put that on and then we can start eating!" he says while you nod your head in agreement.

once he puts on the show, he takes his seat back in his spot across from you. you begin to open your first tray & see words written in sauce saying 'will u',

you're slightly confused so you look up at yeonjun to see him staring at the screen with his chopsticks in hand. you begin to open the next tray as you feel obligated to, and to your surprise it also has words written out in sauce, but this one says 'be my'.

you're starting to put the pieces together as your eyes begin to widen before you quickly open the next tray to see that it says, 'my partner?'— as if on cue, yeonjun sighs & calls your name in a slight whisper but it's still loud enough for you to hear. you slowly look up at him with curious eyes as he says that he has something to tell you. you nod your head before putting all your focus on him.

"i've been in love with you for the longest. i've been a little bad at hiding it lately but that's because i wanted to make sure you'd get a slight hint? moving on, ever since you've moved in down the street from me— i've been crushing on you since then. i've been crushing on the way you talk, your energy, your confidence, your beauty, your flaws, just everything about you in general. but the thing is, you have no flaws- everything about you is perfect. to me. you're the most amazing person i've ever met & i've been waiting to do this for the longest but i was scared. scared that you wouldn't like me back, scared of rejection. it's took a lot in me to even talk to you sometimes because of how nervous i was. but i'm ready now... ready to be the best boyfriend to you, ready to continue being your bestfriend while being your boyfriend at the same time, ready to take you out on REAL dates & make you feel comfortable in your own skin. so this brings me to the question i've been scared to ask since day one— will you be my partner? it would make me the happiest man alive to have you as mine & just be yours."

oh my, he just confessed his true feelings to you and said that he's been in love with you since the day he'd met you.

"yeonjun... i'd be HONORED to have you as my boyfriend. you are the sweetest person i've EVER met and i've been in love with everything about you since the day i had met you as well. if anything, i'd be the happiest person alive to have YOU as mine... and, i'm super sorry for not realizing my feelings sooner— i was in denial for so long because i'd never think that somebody as amazing as you would like me. but i guess i was wrong... i truly admire you & the way you do things... you're so perfect & i'm truly glad i met you, so yes. i'd love to be your partner— no hesitation."

you say as you go in to hug him. he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and pecks a kiss slightly on the left side of your neck. you continue to hug him as you bury your face into his neck and whisper the words, "i love you". he smiles against your neck & says "i love you so much more yn".

you're definitely gonna be staying like that for a while.

—

you both are cuddled up in each other's arms as you both stare at the tv screen. you're laying your head on yeonjun's shoulder & he's laying his head on top of yours. you both have finished your food & it's starting to get a little late. yeonjun pauses the show, "do you wanna start going home & i'll come over tomorrow so we can pick up where we left off?" "yes please do," you say as yeonjun nods & begins picking up the empty food trays to throw them away.

you start to move the picnic basket & begin folding the picnic blanket and turning off the tv. you walk back near the door with the basket in hand to grab your coat & put on your shoes as yeonjun comes back and does the same. he begins to smile at you & you smile back and give him a peck on the lips. "let's go jun, it's really getting late" "okay love," he says as he unplugs the fairy lights and opens the door for you before grabbing your hand and quickly rushing back to his car.

he opens the passenger's door for you and closes it behind you as soon as you're in. he starts the car & turns on the heat before pulling out of his parking spot slowly to start the ride back home.

—

yeonjun starts slowing down a bit as he begins to pull in front of your house. after he stops the car, he taps you lightly to wake you up from the nap you had taken. you slowly open your eyes slowly and look around to see where, once you realize that you’re home you say, “oh”. you look over at yeonjun and sees him staring at you with a fond smile, you start to blush a little which makes you look away. he laughs at that & starts unbuckling his seatbelt “cmon, i’ll walk you to the front!” he says as you begin to smile at how generous he is.

he’s watching you unlock the door & once you do, he looks back up at you. you do the same. he flashes a smile at you, you flash one back. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay?” “okay. i love you” “i love you too,” he says before pressing quick peck on your lips. as he pulls away from you, you can’t help but smile. he gets back into his car and waves at you through the passenger’s seat window, “bye bye jun!” “bye my love!” he says before slowly pulling off.

you walk back into your house & take off your shoes to lay down on your couch for a second and just think about how today went. you start smiling to yourself at the thought of how yeonjun asked you to be his partner & how sincere he was when confessing. you begin to blush and start kicking your feet slightly, “HE ASKED ME OUTTTTT” you say before giggling really loudly.

your giggling stops a little & you let out a little content sigh… you begin thinking to yourself, ‘he asked me out.’ and just as you finish processing your thoughts— you start giggling uncontrollably again…

what a wonderful way to start your christmas break right?

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★ author note(s): cannot believe this is the final chapter. i’ve had so much fun making this whole story 🥹🥹

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Enchanted (Outtake)

"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you…"

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

Where this was supposed to go: It was supposed to serve as a parallel to the 'You are In Love' chapter. This was sort of Sunshine's collection of memories for her 'realizing she's in love with Bucky' chapter.

Why I cut it out: As much as I hate to say it, it didn't fit with Sunshine's character. Sunshine wears her heart on her sleeve, she feels emotions which is what makes her the opposite of Bucky, her struggle is with dealing with those emotions. So just her as a character, I like to think of her falling in love like TFIOS quote: "I fell in love like you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once". At least that's what I think. So it didn't make sense for there to be a big realization chapter for her because she's kind of known the whole time. It also didn't feel like as strong of a chapter as Bucky's POV. 

--

Waking up to Bucky was the most strangely comfortable thing you'd ever experienced. You watched him breathe in and out. He looked so peaceful, so at ease. The normal crinkles in the corner of his eyes were gone and there wasn't a single trace of his infamous scowl.

You knew it wasn't possible. You'd known Bucky less than a year, you'd never met him before. So you wondered why it felt you had? Why was it so easy to genuinely laugh with him? There were no forced smiles or faked laughs. You found yourself needing to fill those silences less and less in his presence. It was practically effortless to be in his presence and let the facade down brick by brick. 

And somewhere along the way, your friendship felt like a whole lot more. Your thoughts echoed around him, and he was almost always on your mind. All roads kept leading to him. You found yourself smiling to yourself, blushing when you looked back and reminisced. Somewhere along the way, you'd been put in a trance that made everything he did so captivating, so enchanting.  

He found your overdramatic and energetic tendencies endearing.

You found his cool, calm demeanor soothing.

Exact opposites, but integral to each other. 

Past those butterflies, past the thrilling, electric attraction lay so much more. You were used to the rush, the excitement of life and using that to entice people into staying into your life. But those quiet, stolen moments with Bucky felt just as exciting. 

You had attachment issues, abandonment issues, issues that sometimes you weren't sure would ever really be resolved. You'd been told this many times. Trust was an abstract, dynamic concept to you- one not easily explained to others.

You trusted the team. You trusted them with your life. But you never got too close.

They saw a sunny, bright personality. A personality that was mostly true to who you were, but not entirely you. You didn't think that other part of you would get anyone to stay. 

But, more often than not, you found yourself showing those bits and pieces to Bucky. Like when you looked in his eyes, you knew that no matter what you showed him, he would stay. You could trust him with the broken pieces of you that didn't glimmer but were dull and jagged and cut people that got too close.

You didn't think people would stay for anything but the sunshine. That if they saw the clouds, they'd leave. And Bucky had seen the clouds. And he stayed. 

You found yourself letting go, jumping headfirst into this completely new feeling without a facade to break your fall. You trusted him to catch you. 

There wasn't a moment that you could pin, a time when that feeling just emerged suddenly. It was elusive, flickering. And with each flicker, you felt that feeling lasting longer, and somewhere along the way, it became the most permanent, steady fixture in your life:

And though he's still fighting, out of the corner of Bucky's eye, he sees the other bad guy overwhelm you. He clenches his jaw, fighting even harder to make his way to you. The guy sweeps your leg, sharply kicking your ankle, sending you tumbling on the ground. 

"Damn it," he hisses.

"That was such a cheap shot," you scold, still on the ground with the man above you. 

With your good leg, you kick the man away and send one of the loose steel beams from the ceiling hurling on top of him, knocking him out cold.

Bucky sighs in relief, but wonders why you didn't do that earlier.

Once the men in front of him are subdued, he jogs over to you. You're already trying to pull yourself up, but he stops you, crouching down to look at the injury. As he crouches down, he winces at your ankle, already swelling and beginning to bruise. "How bad does it hurt?"

"It's fine. Barely even hurts," you lie, clenching your teeth as you feebly attempt to put any pressure on it. 

"That was so convincing," he sarcastically remarks. He sighs, knowing you two have about a mile walk back to the jet, but there's no way you're going to make it back like this. "Well, you're not going to make it back like this."

"You're not going to leave me, right?" you blurt. 

He looks bewildered for a moment, but quickly shakes his head. "Why the hell would I leave you?"

"Sorry," you sigh, playfully shrugging, "Abandonment issues."

He nods in understanding. "What I meant was, you can try hobbling back or I can just carry you."

"You don't have to do that, I can walk," you insist.

"You probably can, but it'll take twice as long, and the Sun's already setting."

"Are you scared of the dark?" you chuckle.

He rolls his eyes, standing up from his crouched position. "Okay, I tried."

You look at him in confusion for a moment, but you don't get the chance to say anything before he's effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder. A shriek leaves you mouth as you're practically tossed over his shoulder. "Put me down!"

"Are you going to stop being difficult?"

"No."

"Then we're walking back like this."

You tap his back twice. "Okay, okay, I give up."

He humphs triumphantly, "That's what I thought."

You sigh in relief as he carefully places you back on the ground. 

"Now, hop on," he says, gesturing to his back. "Unless, you want me to carry you in my arms."

You sigh again, being carried in his arms like that- it feels too intimate. You begrudgingly mutter, "Fine."

He smirks as he lifts you back up, slinging you on his back as easily as a normal backpack.

You place your arms on both of his shoulder and decide, since he's being so smug about this, you will be too. "Onward," you order. He looks over his shoulder with a wry smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Please?" you amend, with a pleading look on your face.

He doesn't say anything, but continues walking down the path you marked on the way there. 

"You were pulling your punches," he comments over his shoulder after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"I'm not going to hurt people if I don't have to."

"I'm trying to say this as nicely as I can, but they're not. They're not pulling their punches. If you give them half a chance, they'll take the shot. Every single time. So you can't- you can't pull your punches."

"It usually works out for me."

"I don't know how you do it."

"What?"

"Unfailing trust that people are going to do the right thing."

"Usually when you give them the chance, they do."

"Not in my experience."

"Mine either, but if people aren't worthy of trust, then what's it all for?"

"You got me there," he admits.

-

"So..." Bucky exhales, hands stuffed in his pocket as you two walk on the sidewalk. "Why New York?"

You look at him strangely and chuckle. 

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing, I think you may have forgotten that I didn't exactly choose to be here."

"Right," he awkwardly nods. 

"I do like it here. I like the city," you offer.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you nod. "I could see why Taylor Swift would write a song about it."

"As a native New Yorker, I'm trying really hard not to be offended that the first thing that comes to mind is a Taylor Swift song."

"You shouldn't be," you offer. "It's Taylor Swift."

"Whatever," he scoffs, though you can see a hint of a smile. 

"You know what I just noticed? I don't hear any whistling today."

"Whistling?"

"And no one's tried to talk to me. Weird," you shrug. 

"Please tell me you don't talk to random strangers on the street," he asks, scowling at the pedestrians that walk by the two of you.

"Sometimes. But Sam told me not to."

He sighs in relief, though he feels the inclination to never let you walk the city streets alone. "Good."

-

"Doll?" Bucky asks, scanning the common room for you.

"Shh..." you hush, reaching out from underneath the table to grab his ankle. He jolts in shock, ducking underneath the table to find you crouched.

He joins you ducked under the table without even asking you what you're doing. "You remember I'm a trained assassin, right? Probably not the best idea to scare the shit out of me."

"Oh yeah, so scary," you mock. And despite that fact that you just made fun of him, it pulls at Bucky's heartstrings that you're not even remotely intimidated by him. "Now, that you're here. You're an accomplice."

"An accomplice?" 

"It means someone who helps someone else-"

"I know what it means," he interjects.

"Oh, okay. I just learned what it meant, and you're definitely my accomplice now."

"Accomplice in what exactly?"

"I'm pulling a prank."

"A prank?" Buck deadpans.

"Like a practical joke-"

"I know what a prank is," he says, bumping his head at the top of the table. He rubs the top of his head, watching you try not to laugh at him."Why are you, of all people, pulling a prank? And on who?"

"Well since they won't stop messing with us about- you know," you insinuate, not wanting to bring up the team's fascination with your friendship- or that they all believed you and Bucky were attracted to each other. "I figured it's time to for some payback."

"Okay? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"Oh, well I Saran-wrapped Tony's suit. But who's the only other person that won't quit messing with us?" you ask with a knowing grin. 

"Steve," Bucky nods definitively with a mischievous grin.

"Exactly."

"This isn't a good idea," Bucky whispers upon seeing a devious glint in your eye. It amused him, definitely intrigued him, but he his friend could theoretically make the teasing even worse. 

"What if we pin the whole thing on Sam?"

"Sold," Bucky instantly replies.

"Now how do we get back at Steve? What would really get him?"

"I got it."

After finishing your scheme with Bucky, you sat on the edge of the common room and waited the chaos to begin. And it did.

"I'm telling you, I don't know how it got there! Why would I have your shield?" Sam remarks loudly, walking down the hall right on Steve's heels.

"I don't know, you tell me, Sam," Steve huffs, holding up his shield in accusation. 

"If I did hide your shield, why the hell would I put it under my bed? That's stupid."

"What's stupid is trying to hide my shield from me," Steve retorts.

"That AI is lying!" Sam accuses, pointing up at the ceiling. "I haven't touched your shield."

"You think FRIDAY is setting you up?" Steve scoffs.

"All I'm saying is FRIDAY's clearly got something against me because I didn't touch your shield!" Sam vehemently insists.

"Wilson hid your shield?" Tony asks, storming into the room. "Because someone thought that it'd be hilarious to cling-wrap my suit. My very expensive, irreplaceable suit!"

"How is everything getting pinned on me?"

"FRIDAY," Tony loudly calls. "Who was the last person in my lab?"

"Mr. Wilson, sir."

Sam's mouth drops as you and Bucky watch from the sidelines trying your very best to keep a straight face. "How'd you do that?" Bucky whispers under his breath, using his hand to smother his chuckles. 

"What? Trick FRIDAY?" you ask. Bucky nods, pressing his lips together as the three men continue bickering back and forth. "I didn't. I just asked nicely."

"You asked FRIDAY nicely?"

"Exactly."

-

Somewhere between those quick remarks and playful conversations, you found yourself irrevocably attached to him.

But even more shocking, you felt so incredibly secure in that.

Even though you knew that this life was dangerous, that the next moment was never really guaranteed, you weren't scared when he was there.

With the life you had lived and were living, you didn't speak in absolute's and ever's. You could hope and you could wish, but there that concealed side of you knew that good things rarely lasted. And there was a part of you that was entranced by Bucky, but a much bigger part of you felt like your safe haven was with him.

Being excited wasn't all that important to you, most things were exciting to you. But feeling safe, feeling secure, it meant everything- and Bucky had that feeling in spades. You felt like you could see forever in his smile, in the way that he said your name, in those peaceful silences.

He felt like home.

"I know you're not well versed in societal norms, but watching someone sleep is usually considered creepy," he sleepily exhales.

"You have freckles," you quietly observe, your thumb lightly stroking the light dusting of freckles on his cheek. "I didn't know that."

Surprisingly, he didn't jolt away from your touch anymore. Instead, he leaned into it with his eyes still shut. "Most people don't get close enough to see them."

"Then I'm glad I get to see them."

"Me too," he hums, tightening his arms around you to pull you closer. "Go back to sleep, I don't feel like getting up yet."

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[silver-tongued-bby]

I know I'm late with submitting but I've been so busy this month, but I had an idea for your Halloween prompt!

I've got this one particular dynamic on my mind, inspired by how older poems and musicals personified death/the reaper. death becomes obsessed and slowly falls in love with the Mc from afar. He finally reaches out to her and she is terrified of death. She eventually gives in to him even though fucking death is against her instincts. It's a really rough concept. But I immediately thought of it while reading through the qutes.

"I know you've thought about it don't lie"

"Let me show you exactly how I feel"

Maybe rip my heart out at the end with "I'll always keep you safe" ?

What ever place and character you think would work bestsince quotes. Only know loki and geralt. Not excluding lady loki of course, death doesn't have to be a him.

As for kinks...some flavor of dom/sub and reading thoughts?...maybe a pet/plaything vibe? I really don't know 😩

I'm sorry this idea is so vague. 😅 I've loved everything you've written so far this month and I'm honored by the follow 🥺💕

-littlepupthoughts

Thank you so much for the interesting request and your kind words!! What a way to end this challenge.

This piece took me a lot longer than I'd liked (I re-wrote it a few times). I seriously love the subject matter here, and I really wanted to do it justice. I hope you enjoy it- thank you again!! 🖤

This fic is a part of A Dark Celebration.

Pairing: Death!Loki x fem!Reader

Words: ~3,500

Summary: Death has turned his eyes on you.

This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of sex, fingering, sex (m/f), dirty talk, a touch of somnophilia, and it mentions dead animals, gore, and (unsurprisingly) death. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.

Thank you so freaking much to my followers for all of the amazing requests for this challenge! And thank you for being patient with me as I worked through each of these- I had a blast! Likes, reblogs and comments mean more than you know 🖤

~~~

He remembers the first time he saw you.

Snow fell in the early morning light, the city still asleep.

You must’ve been out running errands, the early morning not a deterrent to you in the slightest. He doubted much would deter you.

You turned just as it had happened, the whole thing playing out in your wide eyes. He loved your eyes since that very moment, the terror in them unsettling though impossible to hide your beauty.

He stood as you ran over to the young man, your bags on the dirty snow of the street behind you. You held the young man’s hand as he started to slip from this world, looking up frantically for some help in the empty street.

Then all too suddenly- “hey! Please, please go get someone! He’s not, he’s bleeding out,” you panted, looking right up at him.

He frowned curiously and turned, expecting to see someone behind himself. There was no one there.

Your frantic eyes were trained on his. You could see him. How interesting.

He wondered if you could touch him.

Just then the young man’s soul started to slip from his body, its form drifting upwards. He swore under his breath at the fates, and took the young man’s arm.

You were watching, your expression falling as you realised what you’d seen. He left you there in the street, shepherding the young man’s soul to the beyond.

~~~

The first time you saw death you hadn’t realised. There he stood, long black waves sharply contrasting against pale skin, his bright blue eyes unnerving you. He simply watched as you shouted at him, a slight curve to his lips. He’d slipped away before you could say anything more.

A fear had gripped your heart that day, it’s icy grip tightening each time you remembered how close you were to him. Death was always abstract to you, a concept you needn’t spend much time on. Something to mull over later, once you’d grown old and grey.

But seeing that young man’s soul slip from his body had roused that fear in you prematurely. You felt as if death were closing in on you, making himself known. Be it the mouse you found on the floor one morning, it’s little body frozen as if it died of shock, or the bird that flew into your window, the sound forcing a shriek from your lungs.

You saw him in crowds, glimmers of bright blue watching you then disappearing once you looked.

Then there were the dreams. Those eyes taunting you, long fingers grazing your skin, his laugh ringing loud in your ears. You’d wake breathless and with a chill despite your thick coverlet. You started to notice a depression in the bed when you woke, as if someone were laying with you. It left a confusing ache in your heart, as if you were disappointed to wake up.

After a month you found little gifts, the first a flat golden band engraved with flowers settled in a black box on the pillow of your bed. You frowned at it, running the ring between your fingers. It was cold, seemingly unable to be brought to temperature in your hands. Something brought you to slip it on, it fit perfectly to the ring finger of your left hand. You could slip it off, but you found yourself leaving it on, a smile coming to your lips when it caught the light.

You found books of poetry on your bookshelf, tied together with black ribbon, inscribed with your name. It unsettled you but you found yourself pouring over each little volume, the words inside making your heart race.

~~~

He couldn't stop himself from finding his way to you. Each time he had a moment to spare, even just a minute, he'd come near you- as near as he'd allow himself, watching you with a burning curiosity.

He grew to know you so well, his observations allowing him insight into what made you laugh, cry, or furrow your brows in disappointment or confusion. He watched as you read novels, spoke with others, so animated you easily lit up the room. He saw you alone at night, happy in your own company as you quietly brought out your truest self. He grew to know you by heart.

He watched from the street as you read the latest anthology he left you. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his lips as your eyes lightly closed, the book falling flat against your chest. The ring- his ring glinted in the low light of your apartment.

He slipped inside, his coat falling off his shoulders as he pulled the book from your fingertips and set it on the table, placing beside it a bouquet of dried lavender. He brushed his fingers along your cheekbone, marvelling at the warmth there.

He laid beside you, watching as you slept soundly, your breath even. He traced his fingers down the warm skin of your arm and you roused a little before settling back into your sheets, smiling as you released a content little hum as if you were pleased he was there. He held onto your fingers lightly, your dreams flashing before his eyes.

He couldn’t help but grin as he saw himself flash within your mind, your pulse elevated. “I’m here,” he whispered to you, his form materialising to hold you tight in your dream. You whimpered in your sleep, your thighs brushing together lightly.

In your mind he held you against him, peppering your neck with kisses, his hands tracing lazy circles over your bare skin. You whined and moved against him. “Shall I stop?” His phantom form whispered to yours, and you shook your head.

“Please,” you breathed in your sleep, shifting over the covers.

His dream self slid his hand lower, brushing over your folds and you whined, your hips moving to meet his fingers. He teased you, nipping at your neck as his fingers continued to lightly touch you, cooing gently in your ear. He watched as your mind and body came undone in your sleep, your moans catching in your throat.

Soon, he told himself. He wouldn’t allow you to slip from his fingers with the passing of time. He needed to take you for his own. Soon.

Letting go of your fingers, he bent forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “Until we meet again, love.”

He stood and slid on his coat, leaving you peacefully asleep.

~~~

The day had started the same as any other.

Spring had come, the rain unforgiving in the grey air. You made your way home from work, walking quickly under your umbrella.

You climbed the stairs of your apartment, and opened the door, the grim light outside illuminating it dully. You took off your coat and set your umbrella by the door, walking further inside when you gasped, the outline of a man dark against your window.

You were frozen in fear, your mind running a mile a minute.

“Darling,” he spoke, that low, deep voice so familiar. He stepped forward and you could see the glint of his bright blue eyes even in the dim room.

“You,” you took a step back, “what- what are you doing here?” Your voice shook as you spoke.

“I’ve come to present you with an opportunity,” he smiled, stepping forward once more. His thin lips curved upwards at the edges, his high cheekbones still pronounced.

You took two more steps back only to be met with the wall behind you. “Are you- am I dying?” You whispered, afraid of his answer.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, pet.” He came closer to you, the chill emanating off of his body in waves. Every fibre of your being told you to get away, to run from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. He watched you curiously, his fingertips brushing your jaw. He gave you a grin. “Do you want to cheat death?”

You held in a whimper at the feel of his fingers on your skin. They were cool but electric, eliciting heat from your body. You suddenly felt as if it were too warm, too stuffy in your small apartment. You did your best to push away the feeling, forcing yourself to focus on his question. “What do you mean?”

“Not many can see me as you do. And even fewer,” he grasped your hand, his fingers cold, “can touch me.” He tilted his head, “you’re a rarity, darling.” He rubbed his thumb over the ring on your finger, his eyes flickering back up to yours. “It looks lovely on you. I knew it would.”

You swallowed, your eyes falling on the little stack of novels he’d gifted you. You felt his hand come to slip around your waist and let out a shaky breath. You could feel your body responding to him, the damp warm heat growing between your legs.

“Come with me. I’ll show you things you’ve never imagined. All the secrets your scholars and religious zealots have debated for centuries. You’ll know everything and so much more.” His grip tightened around your waist.

Your brow furrowed. His proposal made you nervous, almost too good to be true.

“I’d never lie to you.” He spoke, his face serious.

Your brow furrowed. You wondered passively if he could hear your thoughts.

He kept silent, watching you intently.

“Would I die?” You asked timidly.

“Not until you’re meant to.”

“Would I have to…” you trailed off, hoping he’d understand.

“Nothing you wouldn’t want to, darling.”

You bit your lip, considering what was tying you here. You thought of your distant family and friends whom you hadn’t talked to in months. You looked around the tiny room that passed as your apartment, the busy street below and shouting neighbours forever intruding in your space. You looked back to the man- the entity before you and your heart raced. “I’ll go with you.”

He smiled wide at you. “Wonderful, darling.”

You gave him a small smile back.

“Now. I’m afraid to carry on I’ll need a little something from you.”

Your eyes widened, worried he may ask you for your literal beating heart.

You saw the corners of his mouth quirk upwards slightly before he spoke. “Do not fear. All I need is a kiss.”

“A kiss?” You asked, incredulous.

He nodded. “A kiss from death himself,” he smirked.

“I, I don’t know.” You felt suddenly unsure, nerves overtaking you.

“Breathe.” His hand slid into your own, his fingers touching the golden band you wore as if to remind you. He came forward to hold his lips against your ear, eliciting a shiver from you. “I know you’ve thought about it, don’t lie to me.” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his breath cool as he spoke.

You let out a shaky puff of air as he came back to face you. You bent closer, holding his gaze, your eyes falling closed as you felt your lips press against his. One touch of his lips and you lost yourself, pressing up against him eagerly, his tongue slipping against yours. It was so familiar, his touch, his kiss, exactly as he felt in your dreams. Even his scent was familiar, deep with a hint of a something sharp and cold.

He eventually pulled away, his eyes watching you, a dark fire burning behind his gaze.

The sound of your breath filled the room. “I’m sorry,” you said, breathless.

“Never apologise, not for that.” He tilted his head curiously, his eyes narrowing. “Do you not know how I feel for you, pet?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head.

He lifted his chin, his eyes running down your form. “I see. In that case, let me show you exactly how I feel.” He said it with a bit of a growl, his voice low.

You let out a little yelp as he moved to pull you along with him before laying you down on your bed.

He pushed his long coat off his shoulders, the black fabric falling to the floor before he crawled over you, one leg settling between yours, his hair hanging down over his face as he held himself over you.

Emboldened, you reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. His eyes closed lightly at your touch, dark eyelashes touching his pale cheek.

“What’s your name?” You asked, your eyes searching his features.

He smirked. “Death carries no name, pet.” He brought himself down, pressing his lips against yours, in a searing kiss.

He shifted the leg between your own so it pushed against you, the feeling too much and not enough at once. His hand came to grip your hip, guiding it to move up against him and you let out a whimper at the slow heat building between your legs.

He moved to kiss your throat, his cool lips pressing against your skin. You felt his hand drift lower, coming between you to pull up the hem of your skirt. He pushed your leg over a little, his fingers brushing against the material of your panties. You gasped, arching your chest up into his, so firm against you.

“Oh darling,” he spoke into your ear, his voice low. “You need it badly, don’t you?”

You whined, his fingers slipping under the fabric covering your heat. He delicately ran one finger between your folds and your hips shifted, your hands gripping the coverlet under you.

He chuckled, the wetness between your legs obvious. He came back to face you, holding his lips inches from yours, capturing your shaky breaths. He lightly teased your clit, his fingertip rubbing against it in slow, grazing circles. He licked against your bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth as his pressure built. You moaned into his mouth, your hand coming to grasp the bicep of the arm toying with you. He felt so cold, so hard under your hands, almost as if he were chiseled from stone.

He pulled away to watch you as he slowly inserted his finger into you, the slick around his skin easily allowing him entrance. His touch was quickly warmed by your heat.

“That’s it, pet.” He spoke, his lids heavy as he watched you. “Open for me, my lovely girl.” He added another finger, stretching you a little, your legs parting as you submit to his movements.

It felt almost too good, the sound of your breath filling the room. “Please,” you whispered, unsure of what you were pleading for.

He dipped to kiss your neck, his teeth marring your skin. He curled his fingers in the slightest and you moaned, the sensation causing you to hold still.

“Come on, darling,” he spoke against your ear, his thumb coming to lightly tap against your clit. Your grip on his arm had tightened, your breath caught in your lungs. He was stroking you more firmly, your hips rising off the bed. “Take what you need from me.” He sucked at the skin just under your ear and you cried out, the sensation causing that cord within you to snap, pleasure overtaking you in waves.

You eventually opened your eyes, finding death staring down at you, a grin pulling at his lips. His fingers were gone from you, now resting on your hip.

You gave him a lazy smile, your thoughts slow. You gently pushed your hips against him, watching his brow furrow, his expression falling. All you felt was a need for him, your earlier apprehension gone. “Please,” you spoke, your eyes lost in his. “I need you, please.”

“Are you certain?” He asked, his gaze searching yours.

“Yes,” it no longer mattered who, or what he was. You’d never felt such desire before, your heart warm, your body almost vibrating with it.

He sat back and pulled you up, helping you undress, his touch gentle against you. He laid you back against the bedding and his eyes ran along your form, taking you in. “Such a lovely creature,” he spoke, his hands coming to the buttons of his shirt, revealing a pale chest with corded muscle throughout.

You swallowed hard at the sight of him and he came back over you, pushing your legs apart to kneel between them. He bent to kiss your collarbone, moving lower to your breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple. You gasped and he repeated his actions on the other side, leaving your skin cool to the air as he sat back.

He undid his trousers, his length hard in his hand. He glanced up to you as he ran his length through your folds, causing you to inhale sharply.

He felt so soft against your heat, the cool of him quickly warming with your touch. “Are you ready?” He spoke with a hint of a rasp, the tone sending another wave of heat through you.

“Please,” you breathed, your hips angling out to push him further against you.

His brow furrowed and he remained still for a moment before slowly pushing himself in, carefully watching you. He stretched you slowly, eventually coming to rest once he was fully within you. You could feel the cool of his skin warm against you, your muscles relaxing to accommodate him. His eyes were dark, his jaw sharp as he looked down at you, his eyes closing briefly when you felt yourself flutter around him.

You moved your hips slightly, pleading silently for him to move.

He ran his hands from your hips down to your thighs then gave a slow thrust. The angle hit that spot he’d touched within you earlier, and as he built a steady rhythm your hands desperately grasped his, your breath unsteady.

He shook his head at you as he moved, “you’re going to burn me up, pet. You feel,” he let out a groan, “divine.”

He brought a hand above your sex, his thumb coming down to brush against your clit. You moaned, your back arching up off the bed, seemingly presenting him with a deeper angle that made your eyes roll back inside your head. “It’s too much, I can’t- I can’t take it,” you stuttered, the rising pleasure continuing to build. You felt exposed to him, vulnerable, as you took his thrusts, every part of him overwhelming you.

“Hush, pet. I’ve got you,” he spoke, moving to lay on top of you, his lips softly kissing your neck. “You can take it, darling. I’m right here with you,” he moved up to kiss that spot behind your ear and you let out a breathy whine. “Don’t overthink it, just feel.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a breath as you focused on him. You felt yourself melt a little into the mattress, the warmth between your legs spreading as it continued to build.

“That’s it,” he spoke against your ear, “good girl. Feel it,” he let out a hiss as you started to meet his thrusts, “oh, such a good little pet.”

You could feel the same tightening within you, the pleasure rising. “There you go darling,” he sounded pleased, “cum for me, my pretty girl.” He leant up to watch you, his thumb pushing a little harder into your clit.

It took three more thrusts before your hips held still, your cries ringing out in the silent room. He didn’t stop playing with you until he came, drawing out your pleasure to end with his. Your walls fluttered around him as his length twitched, spilling deep inside of you.

You swallowed, your lips dry as you looked to him, still holding himself above you. His eyes were so full of awe, you could almost mistake it as love.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your forehead before pulling out of you. You could feel his seed dribble down the inside of your thigh and you shivered, a smile coming to your lips. You felt happy, happier with your choice, a small knot of nerves in the pit of your stomach.

“Lovely girl,” he said as he pressed a warm washcloth between your legs, carefully cleaning your skin before his own.

You stood to dress, picking the various bits of your clothing up off of the floor. He slid his shirt on over his shoulders, his eyes glued to you, still burning with something behind the brilliant blue

“Are you ready?” He asked, holding his hand out for you, his long coat slung over the other.

You took a moment to look around, wondering if there was anything you wanted to take. Suddenly remembering, you walked over to the small stack of poetry and held it in one arm.

His eyes sparkled in the grey light as he stepped closer to hold you, his hand brushing lightly against the skin of your cheekbone.

“Loki.”

Your brow furrowed.

He smiled, “my name. One of them at least.”

You bit your lip and grinned. “Loki,” you repeated, testing the name on your tongue. “I’m think I’m ready to go, Loki.”

“Of course, darling.” He turned and slid his hand in yours, opening a glowing green oval before him. “Keep close to me. Don’t let go of my hand until we’re there.”

Your heart beat fast and you gripped his hand harder, suddenly afraid of the unknown facing you.

He kissed your cheek lightly. “Do not fear, darling. I have you now,” he nodded at you. “I’ll always keep you safe.”

With that the two of you stepped into the green light, quickly slipping head first into the unknown.

~~~

Author's Note: What do we think of death!Loki? I feel like the job would only ever be given to him as punishment...

In any case, that's a wrap on my first follower celebration!! I may post something for that sub!Loki fic in the near future, but otherwise this challenge is complete. Thank you all so much for submitting such fun requests, I love you all immensely! 🖤🖤🖤

[whitedahlia13]

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Tagged by the lovely, @kylermalloy. Thank you, love 💕

I thought that I was dreaming (when you said you loved me)

Lydia.

She is with him, and he’s relieved and happy. But she’s weeping, vibrations of her body transferring to his, cool moisture soaking his tee shirt. He strokes her crown, hair like silk gliding under his palm as he says her name.

This Love

Her heart swells and races while her mind desperately tries to catch up, to articulate an answer that is worthy of him. “Stiles, that’s so…”

“Weird?” he cringes, briefly glancing at his sneakers.

“I was going to say incredibly romantic.”

Falling Slowly

“Something came up,” she quoted. “Could you have been any more vague? What was I supposed to think? What if I had sent you a message like that?”

His face reshaped with comprehension. “I... I would’ve freaked out,” he admitted.

He sighed and let go of her arms, but she could still feel his touch, lingering tenderness and heat. She could see the remorse in his eyes too, and it got to her. Stiles got to her, made her regret her harshness and remember why she had gone to his house in the first place.

Lies My Brother Told Me

From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of his watch on my wrist. It relentlessly ticks away. Seconds...to minutes...to hours...each of them more cruel than the last, dragging me further away from the last moment he was still alive.

Further from his last smile – through agony, forced for my benefit.

Further from my last plea. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this alone.

Written in the Stars

“Well, I definitely preferred last night's game — for a lot of reasons, but mostly, ‘cause…” He pauses and clears his throat.

She can feel his body tremble underneath her as he emits a shaky breath. “Go ahead,” she encourages, gently running her hands along his sides.

“Because we’re together now,” he explains, eyes flaring with the morning light as he blinks.

A Breath Between Us

Part of him has the distinct feeling that he is making a mistake, that maybe she needs him as much as he needs her. A louder voice reminds him that Lydia is strong and more than capable of taking care of herself. It tells him that if she wanted him to stay, she would just say so. He feels foolish for thinking that he could ever become for her, what she is to him – his salvation, a light in the darkness, the person he wants to give his heart to.

Regression to the Mean

Eventually he decides to lie down, resting his head against her leg. At first, she tenses. Allowing him that close is not exactly her idea of being careful or keeping herself at a safe distance.

But as soon as he glances up at her and asks, “Is this okay?”, every reservation she has evaporates and she nods.

She is sure there is some undeniable force tightening its grip on her when her hands naturally find their way to his hair.

Back Together

Even though they have officially been a couple for months, he always seems astonished when Lydia expresses her feelings for him so openly. He is chewing on his bottom lip, leading her to conclude that he is caught somewhere between trying to figure out what to say and wanting to kiss her again.

Stay

Remember...

She does now…but a few months ago, when the Ghost Riders swept through Beacon Hills, she didn’t remember Stiles at all. She recalls the awful time she endured without him, the constant ache in her heart because there was someone missing from her life, the bleak and hollow feeling when she realized she may not be able to save him. She never wants to experience that again.

The Years Within a Night

Lydia awoke to the haze of sunlight streaming through her window. Her eyes drowsily opened and then focused on a familiar face. At first, she thought she may have been dreaming. Once her mind cleared, she knew she was not.

Stiles was still asleep, and remarkably, he appeared to be completely relaxed – face peaceful, lips parted, breathing calm and steady. 

Er...I don't know ten writers with ten fics or more, but anyone who wants to do this is more than welcome.

[nojey]

first fight

georgenotfound x reader

genre: angst, fluff pronouns: she/ her word count: 0.7k warning(s): none

synopsis: your and george’s first fight

“why can’t you just make more time for me?!” you yelled out to george, looking him in his eyes. “why can’t you just be supportive of my career, (y/n)?!” he yelled back to you. “i have been supportive of you george! i always watch your streams in the other room, hearing you laugh and joke with your friends! i bring you food because i know you don’t feed yourself! i cheer you on when you reach your milestones! i’m here for you to lean on when things don’t go right! i help edit your videos while you’re streaming! i have done everything i can to help make things easier for you george! i have tried being the best girlfriend i can be!” you explained to him, still yelling.

“then why can’t you understand that this is my career, (y/n), i make money doing this!” he yelled, still not understanding your point. “because i barely see you outside of you streaming, i fall asleep before you even come to bed, i wake up and you’re already setting up something to stream. at this point it doesn’t even feel like a relationship george, it just feels like i’m your assistant.” you pointed out, tears slowly falling from your eyes, and your voice turning into a whisper. “you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my girlfriend, (y/n),” he said, lowering his voice too. he looked away and walked out of the room.

you let all the tears fall and your head fell into your hands. you got up and went to your shared room to see him there. he was sitting on his side of the bed, hearing you enter but not looking at you. you sighed and grabbed a small duffle bag to pack some stuff so you could stay over at your moms. you had a lot to think about and you couldn’t do it with the person you were thinking of, in the next room. you started packing and all the movement got george to finally look at you.

“what are you doing? why are you packing?” he said in a panicking voice, standing up to fully look at what you were doing and the whole time you were silent. “stop. what are you doing? please, answer me.” he said, trying to stop you. you pulled away from him, continuing to pack and said, “i’m going to my moms for a few days. i have to think about things.” you said, the seriousness in your voice scaring him. “what do you mean ‘think about things’?” he asked. “george,” you said, finally looking at him. “i told you that i feel like i’m just your assistant, not your girlfriend and you told me, and i quote, ‘you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my girlfriend.’ that’s it. if you can’t acknowledge that our relationship feels like a business, then i don’t think we should be in a relationship at all.” “i’m sorry, please. stay. we can talk about this.” he said with tears stinging his eyes. you looked away and continued packing. “i just need to think, george.” 

once you finished packing you just left, not looking at him. george sat back on the bed, tears falling from his eyes, hair in between his fingers, and thoughts running through his mind.

why did i even say that? is she gonna leave me? god, i’d leave me if i were her. i hope she isn’t. i’m such an idiot. i wish i could take that moment back and just understand where she was coming from. she really is caring, she looks after me, she’s my backbone. what is wrong with me?? i love her. oh my god, i love her and i haven’t even told her i love her yet. 

george immediately stood up and got an uber to your moms house. he had to tell you, he couldn’t wait much longer. the adrenaline going through his veins just made him impatient in his seat. but when he got there, he jumped out of the car and ran to the door, knocking rapidly until you opened the door and he blurted out,

“i love you.” looking into your eyes. yours searched his, looking for any ounce of doubt, any sliver of a lie. but you couldn’t find it. you broke out into a small smile and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“i love you too.”