#angst!!!

[l8rs-gat0rs]

Back with another Eva request! Very angsty this time, but reader and Eva had been secretly dating for a while, but recently Eva's been more flirty with the other girls, so reader gets jealous and threatens to leave.

It's Always Been You

Pairing: Eva x Female reader

Warning(s): ANGSTTTTT, self-esteem issues, TERRIBLE communication, make-up fluff

Summary: You and Eva have been dating for a while, Eva thinks the girls suspect something so she starts being more flirty with them. However, you don't take this very well, and you threaten to leave.

Word count: 1.8k

Happy pride month everyone! So happy to be off my writers block hiatus on the glorious first day of the gay month haha, especially dropping this fic! Hope ya'll enjoy :) Especially you anon, thanks for requesting. Sorry it took so long!

~~~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~~~

You smiled as Eva cuddled with you and traced her finger along the soft skin of your arm absentmindedly as the two of you watched a movie together.

You smiled as Eva cuddled with you, absentmindedly tracing her finger along the soft skin of your arm as the two of you watched a movie together.

This had become one of your nightly rituals, every night, you and Eva would sneak out of your beds, kiss, cuddle, watch TV or movies, and... other… things too…

Why at night? Well, you and Eva decided not to tell the rest of the girls because you both weren't ready to tell them.

The two of you were nervous about how they would react, so you kept it on the down low.

Which brings you to your current situation.

You didn't mind it at first, but you're starting to wish you could be out to the girls.

"Eva, when can we tell the girls?" You asked her, lifting your head off her chest to look up at her.

"Soon, they're not ready yet," she replied, keeping her eyes on the TV.

You sighed softly, moving your head back to her chest.

It was the same response she had given you multiple times.

And once again, you reluctantly accepted it.

"Alright"

The night ended as usual, with you falling asleep in Eva's arms.

When you woke up, you were in your bed and Eva was nowhere to be found.

As usual.

You sigh, laying in bed for a while, scrolling through your phone, before you decide to get up and brush your teeth.

When you make your way to the kitchen you shared with the girls, you roll your eyes at the sight before you.

Eva has her arms around Cricket's waist, and Cricket laughed as Eva whispered something into her ear.

"Oh hey, what's up, babe?" Isis said as she noticed you.

Eva's eye caught yours but neither of you said anything, her expression unreadable.

"Hey Isis, what's for breakfast?" You asked with a small smile on your face.

"Cricket is making her famous chocolate chip pancakes" Salem said excitedly.

"Oh nice!" You rubbed your hands together.

You couldn't lie to yourself; you loved Cricket's chocolate chip pancakes.

You looked at Cricket, and she smiled, saluting you before flipping one of the pancakes she was making.

You had made it a point not to get mad at any of the girls, even if they were flirting with Eva, because it wasn't their fault; they didn't know the two of you were together.

Eva's hands slipped down to Cricket's hips, and you inhaled sharply before turning away quickly and sitting down at the table with the rest of the girls.

"So what's new with you, little miss 'I'm-everyone's-favorite' ?" Salem nudged your arm playfully.

"Oh, so I'm your favorite?" You smirked at her.

"Of course, how could you not be cutie?" She wrapped her arm around you, causing you to blush lightly.

"Yes, we all love y/n" Eva spoke up as she sat down across from you.

Though she had a smile on her face, you could tell by a slight twitch in the corner of her lips that she was irritated.

This is how she's been recently; she flirts with all the girls but gets jealous whenever they flirt with you.

Yet she still wouldn't tell them the two of you were dating.

You were tired of the hypocrisy.

"Well, if I'm your favorite, why don't you prove it?" You turned back to Salem.

"Oooooh, someone's flirtingggg, I didn't know you had it in you" Grace quipped with a smirk.

"There are a lot of things you haven't experienced when it comes to me." You replied, throwing her a wink.

"Oh really? I'd like to experience them, if you don't mind" Grace responded, her voice dropping, sounding more sultry.

"Wow, looks like the pancakes are ready everyone!" Eva said unnecessarily loud as Cricket bought the plate of finished pancakes to the table.

"Yup, dig in!" Cricket said, placing the plate down in the middle of the table and taking a seat next to you.

The girls started digging in. You made eye contact with Eva, her smile had disappeared, she was now staring at you.

You shrugged your shoulders at her and started putting pancakes on your plate.

You put syrup on your pancakes and started to eat.

"Mmm, Cricket, these are fucking amazing, as usual" you moaned.

"Wow, that's a sound I would like to hear again" Cricket smirked.

"Hey, I think we should have an extra check-in session today after breakfast." Eva looked up from her food at you.

You noticed her clenching her jaw as she waited for your answer.

"Yeah, sure, sounds good" you looked back at your food and cut another slice of your pancakes.

After breakfast, you purposely took a while with the dishes.

You had no interest in talking to Eva any time soon.

"Y/n, I think that plate is clean now." Cricket laughed.

You looked down at the plate you were holding and stopped scrubbing it.

"Oh, sorry. I guess my head is somewhere else." You smiled at her sheepishly.

"Is it about Eva?" Cricket quirked her eyebrows up, folding her arms and leaning her back against the counter.

Your eyes widened for a second before you steeled yourself.

"It's not," you answered simply, placing the dish on the drying rack and turning around to face Cricket.

"Mhm" Cricket smirked.

You rolled your eyes and busied yourself cleaning an imaginary stain on the counter with a dishcloth.

"Come on, you've been acting weird ever since she asked you to have an extra session after breakfast."

"It's complicated." You sighed, stopping your actions and looking at Cricket.

Cricket's face softened and she smiled at you.

"Hey listen, I'm not gonna push anything, but if you want to talk, I'm here for you." She put a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks, I gotta go to my session with Eva, but we can talk after." You smiled gratefully at her.

She nodded and gave you two pats on the back before you made your way to the session room.

You knocked on the door, hearing Eva say "Come in" before you entered, closing the door behind you.

"So you wanna tell me what that was at breakfast?" Eva asked, crossing her arms and staring at you as she sat on the floor seat she had by the window.

You simply laughed at her audacity.

"Sit." She gestured to the seat across from her.

You rolled your eyes but sat down anyway.

"I don't understand what you think is funny y/n" Eva frowned at you.

"No, I don't understand what you want me to say. Everyday Eva. It's every single fucking day. You flirt with the other girls, but you can't tell them about us because they're Not. Ready." You annunciated your last few words, laced with venom.

"Yeah, because they're not! And I don't know what you expect me to do, I'm just trying to make sure we don't get caught." Eva shot out exasperatingly.

"Right, but it's a problem when I do it." You scoffed.

"Yeah, because you're not doing it to make sure we don't get caught." Eva ran a hand through her hair.

You were a bit surprised she was showing outward signs of irritability since she was usually fairly collected, even when she was upset.

"Oh, so when I flirt back, it's because I'm selfish. Got it." You nodded sarcastically.

"No! You just-"

"Listen Eva. I'm done. With all of this. I'm done with the sneaking around. I'm done with the hypocrisy, and I'm done with you." You spat, getting up from your seat on the floor, ready to leave the room.

"Y/n wait!" Eva quickly rose to her feet and moved to squeeze both of your arms.

"No Eva. I'm leaving. I can't be here anymore. I thought you were different, but you're not. You're ashamed to be with me, and I deserve better than this." You pushed Eva's hands off of you, your voice lower than before.

You turned to go, making your way toward the door.

"You're right." You heard Eva say.

You came to a halt at her words but didn't turn around.

"You're right. You deserve better than me. But, I want you to know, I was never ashamed to be with you." Eva spoke softly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as she continued.

"I'm just... I don't know. I don't want the girls to view me differently. I'm scared to tell them because I'm afraid of not being good enough for you. I flirt with the other girls, but not in the same way I flirt with you. You mean so much to me. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I swear on my life, I don't love anyone the way I love you. You mean everything to me, and that scares the shit out of me y/n because what if I lose you? What if we tell them and they tell you that you deserve better?" You heard Eva's voice quiver toward the end.

"You're the one that I want, y/n." She grabbed your hand, causing you to turn around and face her.

"It's you. It's always been you." She finished, with tears now pouring down her red cheeks.

You grabbed her tightly and hugged her as the two of you sobbed in each other's arms.

You were so moved by her words, and not only that, but Eva opened herself up to you.

She had always been this flirtatious, confident woman, so sure of herself in every single way. You'd never imagine Eva losing her cool, much less crying.

But here she was.

Sobbing into your arms, afraid she wasn't good enough for you.

"Eva" you croaked after the two of you had calmed down, your voice hoarse from crying.

She pulled away to look at you and you wiped the tears from her face.

You smiled at her because even though she had just been crying, she was still the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

You held her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb against her cheeks.

She melted into your touch and put her hands over yours as her bright blue eyes glistened with tears.

"You are more than enough for me. And I'll keep saying that until you know it deep down in your bones, because I need you to know that. You are good enough. And the girls would never say you aren't. And even if they did, I wouldn't listen to them, I would not give a single flying fuck."

You looked deep into her eyes, making sure she understood every single word you were telling her. Because you meant it.

"And I love you too, Eva. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt" you chuckled, causing her to let out a small, choked laugh, tears threatening to spill.

You closed your eyes and gently pressed your lips against hers, kissing her with passion.

When the two of you separated, you kept your eyes closed, pressing your forehead to hers.

After around 30 seconds, you pulled away from her, taking both her hands into yours.

"Now what do you say we tell the girls about us?" You smiled at her hopefully.

"Let's do it." Eva smiled back.

#the girls definitely said “we know” after Eva and the reader announced they were dating #fanfic #fanfiction #eva x you #eva swarm #eva x reader #swarm (show) #billie eilish #angst!!! #fluff #fanfiction requests #fanfiction writer #fanficton #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x you #billie eilish character #gxg #billie eilish fanfic #swarm fanfiction #swarm

[messy-paws]

Matodsuki : Yume Nikki

3 alternative versions under the cut :]

#messy paws #digital #yume nikki #matodsuki #dream diary #rpg maker #for my partner hehe #i spent like #4 hours on this #painting is rlly rlly super hard for me #traced the hands a little and then changed the color and size and pose slightly #proud of this one #shes crying btw #ANGST!!!

[kabukiaku]

loved ones are near....

I had this in drafts for months, it’s about time I show this to you all 💔

#my art #owl ocs #winged warriors jiang #winged warriors zhuli #winged warriors peiling #owls #anthro #furry #anthro oc #furry oc #birds #bird oc #digital art #ANGST!!! #angst #winged warriors #character design #I TORTURE HIM SOMUCH

[juko-the-artist]

{SHOWTIME.}

Lilo walks through her mind, looking at the white shiny orbs floating around that are supposedly "her memories".

Lilo was completely brainwashed into thinking that nobody loved her truly instead of the virus.

The virus walked with her, the sinister smile on its horrifying face, it basically permanent..it reminds me of-

Lilo look at one memory, it's an old one, she slowly taps on it..she find herself in the memory.

She can see juko, " I will never leave you ! And I'll protect you forever, Pinky promise! " Juko said with a wide smile, and it seemed genuine.

Juko hugged Lilo..Lilo can feel tears fall down to the floor..before she could do anything, the virus taps on the memory, making it disappear.

The virus says with a stern voice "we don't have time for memories. It's time.", Lilo wipes her tears away and says.. " it's showtime. "

(EVIL VILLAIN ARC BEGINS.)

#Angst!!!

[writerlyhabits]

March 10th

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary: You’ve got a surprise planned for the big day, and Bucky is anxious to get it out of you before you head back home to DC. 

Ch 13 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 12 | Ch. 14

Warnings: mild language, AnGsT, pet names, make outs and lots of kisses to balance the angsty bits, Rebecca Barnes is a warning that’s all I’m legally allowed to say. 

AN:  I was crying while I wrote this so…. buckle up. If anyone thought New York was going to be anything but the chaos I have produced, you’re dead wrong 😂 I’d also like to make a public service announcement, because the next few chapters are going to be an adventure… and I think that’s all I can tell you without any spoilers 😬 Thank you @deceiverofgodss for reading through my nonsense as usual, ily 💛 

I have a couple links I found in my research for this chapter that I thought were really neat, so if you’re interested, take a look at these once you’re done reading: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 

Gif from @unearthlydust 🤍

Bucky stirred awake at the sound of laughter and began to stretch his limbs, managing to keep his large frame from rolling off of the twin mattress in the process. The sounds of commotion downstairs brought a smile to his face, the two voices managing to overpower the music playing from the radio in the living room as usual. He cracked his eyes open to confirm that his sister was one of them, finding her bed made and empty on the other side of their childhood bedroom, smiling to himself when he heard his mother’s amusement bubbling up through to their room. 

He preferred sleeping in his own bed in his Brooklyn apartment a few blocks away, but when his mother caught wind that Steve would be busy and he’d be alone on his birthday, Winnifred Barnes couldn’t be dissuaded from getting him to come home. 

“It’ll be good for you and your sister, you know she’ll be gone for school this time next year,” she had pleaded, the final push that had him agreeing and running back to his apartment to pack a bag. This was what had led him to sleeping on the spare mattress he’d helped push into the room – which was now only Becca’s – the night before, leaving him a little more achy than he would have liked. 

He forced himself up out of bed and stretched again when he was up on his feet, working out the kinks of his muscles, and rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes. And after throwing on a pair of slacks and a nice shirt while he had the chance, he made his way downstairs to greet the rest of the family. 

Bucky’s steps were damn near silent as he descended, always accused of sneaking up on people when he suddenly appeared behind them without a sound. While the Barnes were unaware, he saw his father propped up in his arm chair by the radio, his morning coffee replacing the tobacco pipe that usually occupied his hand. He’d gotten George the pipe for some birthday or fathers day once they were in a comfortable place after the depression, silencing the complaints about how much more sophisticated he would look holding a pipe instead of a commonplace cigarette. The rest of the family had rolled their eyes each time it left his mouth, and were equally relieved when the gift had silenced his complaints – one of them, at the very least. 

Turning to the kitchen he found the culprits, his mother was laughing as she turned eggs over in the pan, and his sister standing by the table entertaining herself with the piping bag full of chocolate in her hand. Becca’s brown curls bounced as she cracked herself up, no doubt having written something crude on the chocolate cake that sat on the cake display in front of her. 

He reached the bottom of the stairs as he watched them, and when Becca looked up to include George in her shenanigans, her matching blue eyes caught his and she scrunched up her face. 

“Bucky, what’re you standing there like a creep for?” she snarked, her cheeks already rosy with her own amusement. He rolled his eyes, only seeing his mother turn around to look at him out of his peripheral vision. 

“Geez, when did it become a crime to walk down the stairs?” he teased right back, and any further retaliation was cut off when Winnifred came gliding across the kitchen to greet her son. 

His mother was the picture of grace, at least he’d always thought so. She moved with a purpose, managing to be light on her feet while also being strong and sturdy; a Barnes family trait, she couldn’t be moved by anyone’s choice but her own. As always, she looked perfectly put together, even at early hours of the morning when the rest of the world should have been asleep. Her dark, auburn hair was pinned into neat rolls on top of her head and tied back with a yellow ribbon – her favorite color. 

“Oh James, look at you,” she gushed, brushing her hands on her skirt apron before they were reaching up to cup his face. “You’ve grown into such a handsome young man.” 

“Thanks Ma,” he smiled, leaning down as she engulfed him in a hug. He was almost sure these hugs got longer each year, but he always refused to be the first one to let go, letting his mom squeeze the life out of him until she got what she needed. He turned to give her a kiss on the cheek, and she pulled away with a smile and an extra glisten in her eye. So emotional…

“C’mon George, come help us light the candles,” she beckoned, turning to walk back towards the kitchen so it wasn’t obvious she was dabbing under her eyes to fix his makeup. 

“This is breakfast?” Bucky giggled, following his mom back up to the table and pulling out the chair his father always sat in, the older man hoisting himself up out of the cushioned arm chair and ignoring the limp in his right leg. “I mean… flour, milk, eggs, that’s a great breakfast.” 

He peeked up at his sister and saw her subtly shaking her head. Bucky groaned. 

“Did you make the mayo cake again?” He whined, and his mother turned around with furrowed brows. One look directed at Becca – a ‘you weren’t supposed to say anything’ glare – and one more back at him. 

“There is nothing wrong with that cake, you’ve been eating it for years.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, Ma. You literally have eggs cooking on the stove.”

“And they’re still expensive!” She defended. “You try feeding four adults. If you want a cake for your birthday and a decent egg breakfast, then compromises have to be made,” she huffed, turning back to the stove and shutting off the burner before dividing the last of the eggs onto the plates she laid out on the counter. 

“She’s right, y’know,” his father said quietly as he approached, more than used to his wife’s passionate temper. Bucky looked at him for a moment and the two shared a look; they’d had this conversation before. ‘They’re always right. It’s easier to just agree with ‘em. When you have a lady of your own, you’ll understand.’ 

Bucky wasn’t sure how much his mother would agree with his thought process, but in this moment, his father was right. 

“You’re right, m’sorry.” Becca shot him a look, he shot one back at her. “The cake’s gonna be great, thanks Ma,” he offered. He watched her turn to look at him, her face softening. He gave her a small smile, and she returned it. 

“Alright alright, I don’t need to be the only one doing stuff. Becca, can you put the candles on for me?” 

Becca did as she was told, more than happy to place the handful of candles in just the right spot so that her drawing of a middle finger could be accentuated. Winnifred shook her head as if she was disappointed, but none of them were fooled. George lit the candles as the girls sang Bucky Happy Birthday, a perfect excuse for him not to have to join in himself. And after Bucky had blown out the candles, his father clapped him on the back and gave him a half hug. 

“Happy birthday, son,” he smiled.

“Thanks, Pop,” he returned, knowing his father well enough to see through the stoic expression, taking the veiled affection with a smile. His mother left nothing to be assumed, rushing to grab his face and plant lipstick-covered kisses on his cheeks before his sister tackled him from behind, and Bucky only staggered a little as she clung onto his back like she had since she was three years old. 

“So, Steve’s stuck in that class today… that means it’s just you and me for the movies right?” She asked excitedly, and his smile was easy to hide when she was on his back. He played the part of the annoying older brother, but he loved that his sister was still genuinely excited about spending time together.  

“Yeah. Why, you got a thing for Steve?” 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t still annoying. 

“No,” she shot back with no hesitation. 

“Aw c’mon, Steve’s a good egg,” Bucky defended. 

“Do you really want me dating Steve?” She snarked, and he made a face before he made a sound of disagreement. “That’s what I thought.” Their parents laughed as they settled at the table, digging into the breakfast their children were ignoring. “Besides, he’s too skinny. I can’t help that I like ‘em big and tall.” 

“You come by it naturally, you’re my daughter,” Winnifred smiled, and he felt Becca shrug her shoulders in agreement. Bucky watched his father smile sweetly at his wife, giving her hand a squeeze. Whenever he decided he was ready to settle down – which was not anytime soon – he wanted whatever his parents had. 

“What’s playing at the theaters?” George asked as Becca released Bucky’s shoulders, and he followed to sit next to her at the table. 

“Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm!” She pronounced dramatically. Bucky shook his head as he cut himself a slice of cake. 

“Of course… I thought we were going to watch the Donald Duck cartoon? Because it’s my birthday?” He whined.

“Well… we’ll watch that one too.” Another round of laughter followed her comment, the walls of their house no stranger to Becca’s quips. 

As they all started digging into their plates – the wacky cake tasting just as good as the real thing, his mother would be glad to hear – he heard someone whisper his name. Looking over at his sister, he found her snarking at their parents. He tried to pay attention to the conversation, but he heard his name whispered once again as their voices started to fade. 

Bucky closed his eyes to try and focus in on the voice, and the sounds of the Barnes family dining room were gone. All that was left was the back of his eyelids. 

“Bucky…” He heard his name in a whisper once again, and when his brows creased as he processed his surroundings, he heard a light hum of amusement that made him feel warm. 

Your lips ghosted over his cheeks, featherlight kisses against his skin as his body adjusted to being awake. He instinctively lifted the arm wrapped around you to run his hand soothingly against your lower back, causing you to giggle against his cheek while you were laying half on top of him. 

“Are you awake, birthday boy?” You asked quietly, your lips traveling to place kisses against his temple. 

“No,” he whispered back, just to feel your lips curl up at the corners. “M’dreaming.” 

“Ah shit, I tried to wait, I thought I was in the clear. I didn't mean to wake you up,” you pleaded, and he chuckled quietly as he shook his head. “What’d you dream about?”

“My birthday… in 1938.” He finally opened his eyes to see the sun filtering in through the large window, giving you a golden glow as you shielded him from its light. You looked ethereal, and he lifted his free hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, holding your face in his hands. Fucking beautiful.

“Oh yeah?” You asked in a sweet tone, which he knew by now meant ‘tell me more.’

“I took Becca to go see a Shirley Temple movie, and then I think we ended up just going back home to help Ma cook dinner,” he rambled, more focused on the way your eyes were dancing across his face, drinking him in. 

“Sounds like a fun time,” you smiled, but there was something you were hiding behind it he couldn’t quite place. “How’d you know it was that year specifically? Was there something special about it?” He took a breath before he answered. 

“That was uh… that was the last time we all spent my birthday together,” he admitted. And just like clockwork, your brows shot up in concern, your melancholy emotions written clearly on your face. “The year after that my sister was in Indiana for school, and two years later my parents died. It wasn’t much longer until I enlisted… and you know the rest.” 

Why did that realization hit him like a brick wall? It certainly wasn’t news to him that he hadn’t seen his family in eighty years, that he’d been alone. 

That part wasn’t true. He had you. 

“Sorry peach, I didn’t mean to put a damper on your morning,” he tried to smile, and you rolled your eyes at him while shaking your head. 

“You do that a lot,” you teased, grabbing his face so you could pull him closer, littering his cheek with kisses. “And it’s your birthday,” you stopped for a few more kisses at his temple. “If you wanna put a damper on it…” A kiss to the tip of his nose. “That’s up to you.” You shifted so that you could reach his opposite cheek, covering it in the same amount of your little pecks, balancing your enthusiastic affection. 

You pulled a chuckle from deep within his chest as you continued your barrage, and he wrapped his hands around your waist to encourage you to stay there, kissing every inch of his face but the one place he wanted you most. But he didn’t mind. He could get on board with spending his mornings lying underneath you in bed, being showered in your loving glow. 

“Well if it were up to me, we’d do this.” He gripped your waist a little tighter before he flipped you over on the bed, using his knee to make a spot for himself between your legs as he hovered over you. You giggled happily as he fitted himself to your body like a mold, one hand curving around your ass to bring your legs up around his waist, and the other grabbing your jaw to hold you still. 

When his lips hit home, all the tension in his body evaporated. Kissing you was like stepping into another world, his body lighting up when your hands found their way into his hair, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with yours. You traded pleasured groans and desperate whines, making music for your bodies to move together in perfect rhythm. 

When he reluctantly pulled away, your breathing was heavy as he traveled down to kiss your jaw – he didn’t have the power to stop himself, the need to have his lips attached to you anyway he could get it was all-consuming. It was hard to sift through everything in his brain to find any coherent thoughts outside of you… only you… 

“I’m having a pretty good time laying in bed with you,” he husked, dragging himself back up your skin to kiss your pretty lips once again. What started as a punctuation to his sentence quickly turned into a little more, being pulled back in by the sheer taste of you, encouraged by the needy whimper that escaped you. But he had a point he was trying to make. “Unless you’ve got any objections, how’s about we stay here and… enjoy the view,” he finished with a wiggle of his brow, hinting that the view he really wanted to enjoy was not the one outside the window. 

You hummed in amusement as he managed to only steal another chaste kiss from you, your hands sliding down to his shoulders as you came up with your answer. “Any other time, I’d love to take you up on that… but I do actually have a surprise planned for later today.” 

His interest was piqued.

“Really? What is it?” he asked excitedly, his previous intentions fading to the back of his mind as he shifted gears, caressing the side of your thighs as he waited for your response. 

“I think you’re missing the point of it being a surprise, Buck,” you laughed, and he only pouted. 

“Yeah, but… c’mon, you can tell me, what’d you plan?” He tried, and this time he heard the difference when a little bit more of his Brooklyn came out, hoping it was working to his advantage. You smiled bashfully, but you didn’t seem to budge any further than that. 

“I’m not gonna, you’ll find out when we get there.” 

“Okay, so it’s somewhere you’re taking me…” he mused, listing off the details as if you’d given him a puzzle to solve. You closed your eyes and scrunched up your face as you cringed, realizing you’d already revealed more than you wanted to. 

He could work with that. 

He nuzzled himself back into the crook of your neck to place kisses at your sweet spot, definitely not trying to weasel more answers out of you, he would never… “Aw baby, gimme another hint, I can’t stand the suspense,” he crooned, and when you were about to make a sound of rebuttal he poked a vibranium finger in your side, right where you were the most ticklish. 

You flinched against him as you tried to get out of his hold, managing to get his full name out through your laughter as you pleaded for reprieve. It was kind of cute, he had to admit, the way you were trying. But as strong as you were… his super soldier strength didn’t exactly make it a fair fight. You didn’t stand a chance.

“James please, I- I can’t breathe,” you laughed, and when he realized the attack hadn’t even moved you an inch, he let up, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Are you trying to suck up to me now?” You sassed. 

“Is it working?” he mused, earning a huff of amusement. “Alright, I won’t ask you anything else about what it is… but what else can you tell me? When are we going, how far away is it?” 

“It’s… well, it’s a little bit of a drive, so it’ll be the last thing we do today,” you answered, and he didn’t miss the way your demeanor shifted ever so slightly, like you were nervous. “We can go do anything else you want while we’re still in the city, this can wait until whenever you’re ready to go.” 

He observed you for a moment, studying your features. Mapped the curve of your cheeks, the softness of your lips, and was somehow able to keep himself from getting lost in those pretty eyes of yours. Whatever this was, it made you nervous, but you didn’t seem to be any less excited about him finding out. 

“Okay… then let’s get to it,” he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, slower and softer than all the ones before it. “I say we start with an easy morning. Take our time getting ready and getting out of the hotel, and we can meander through the rest of my stomping ground.” 

He felt your laugh rumble through your core as he continued to lay over you, settling himself down so he could gaze up at you from his spot on your chest. “I love it,” you sighed as rested one hand over his back, threading the other through his hair, and he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of it. 

“How does chocolate cake for breakfast sound?” you lilted, amused at the mere suggestion. When the words left your mouth there was a warmth that blossomed in his stomach, spreading out to the furthest points of his being. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

…

You were fucking nervous. Beyond nervous, borderline nauseous at the mere thought of what was coming.

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly, and you had actually been able to enjoy most of it. You had spent a blissful morning in the hotel room, half dressed as you basked in the golden light of the morning sun, and you watched in awe as Bucky packed away three quarters of the five inch cake from the bakery and damn near half of the loaf of banana bread. “S’not as good as yours,” he shrugged while shoving a fourth slice into his mouth. It was giggly and relaxed and wonderful, cuddling him close to your chest and listening to each other's heartbeats, and managing to sing him Happy Birthday despite his best efforts to kiss you quiet. 

After everything had been packed up and loaded into your car – having made it out with only seconds to spare before your check out time – you ventured into the heart of Brooklyn. He took you down to the pier and cornered you into the railing, keeping you close to his chest as you gazed out at the Statue of Liberty, enjoying the early spring breeze. You went as far as venturing into downtown Brooklyn, not surprised in the least when Bucky didn’t recognize a thing, but just as excited when he would point between a Macy’s and a Foot Locker to tell you what used to be there. 

The end of your day came sooner than expected, just after you’d finished the hot dogs from the park he’d justified as your afternoon snack. You shouldn’t have been surprised though, he was nearly bursting at the seams in anticipation for what you had waiting for him. While he was giddy, you were trying to keep your heart from coming up your throat. 

You had to give yourself credit though, because when you “accidentally” happened upon a cute little florists shop just outside of the city, he was either playing into your act or he actually believed you when you suggested getting a bunch for the drive home. “It’ll be dead before we get there,” he’d reasoned, but he caved when you whined about how pretty they were, acting as if you hadn’t messaged the shop and asked them to make it for you ahead of time. 

But now, with Bucky holding a prettily wrapped bouquet of daffodils while he sat in your passenger seat, you had no other distractions. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

“Apparently these are the flowers for March… did you know that?” he’d piped up, and you tore yourself away from your laser focus on the road to see him glancing at the information card placed inside the wrapping, detailing tidbits about the flowers included and what they meant. 

“I didn’t! No wonder I was drawn to them,” you winked, and he gave you a boyish grin before you turned back to the road. 

“It says that once daffodils bloom winter is over, so they’re supposed to be a sign of good news,” he continued reading. God you hoped that was true… “I wonder if my sister knew. I think I’ve told you that these used to be her favorite flowers.”

He had told you. 

“You know, that sounds vaguely familiar,” you tried to laugh, focusing back on the directions your car was displaying, not daring to look at him and put your composure at risk. 

You were almost there… not much longer… You didn’t know if that made you feel better or worse. 

“I’ve been out here before,” he muttered, and you realized he’d been studying you, glancing between your worried expression and the steps your map was giving you. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“We buried my parents out here.” 

You couldn’t look at him. 

Instead, you made a noise of interest, encouraging him to continue and hoping he would ignore that you were not yourself. “My sister was on her summer break, so she took the train out here from Indiana to help me sort everything out. They had everything laid out in the will. Apparently they’d picked out a place before the depression, and had enough money set aside to cover the funeral and all that.”  

You could see him out of your peripherals, his brows raised in concern as he watched you avoid him. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t have to talk about this. I don’t wanna ruin whatever you had planned,” he started, resting one of his hands against your thigh comfortingly. 

“No, no, I’m okay,” you managed, somehow finding it easier to reassure him than it was to do so for yourself. You turned to try and give him a smile, and when your eyes landed on his blue ones your resolve started to crack, resorting to a tight lipped grin instead. “Really, you know I want to hear everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly.” 

He gave you a soft chuckle and shook his head. “That’s a movie reference I’m not getting, isn’t it?” You managed to laugh. 

“Yeah… but it’s old, I think there’s a lot of people who probably don’t get it,” you shrugged, and he gave you one more bright smile before he turned back to the road, and you did the same. 

Not even five minutes later, you were there. 

Canarsie Cemetery. Est. 1843. 

You both saw it at the same time, but when he opened his mouth to speak you turned on your blinker, and he held his tongue. You were positive he could hear your heart beating through your chest as you turned into the drive and found a spot in the almost empty gravel lot just inside the gates. 

“Doll… I don’t…” He started, but he didn’t finish his statement, looking to you for an explanation instead. When you finally turned to face him, you knew he was already starting to piece everything together. 

“Just… just trust me,” you managed, the silence around you making it that much harder to formulate a sentence. 

He gave a small nod. “I always do.” 

You walked up hand in hand, Bucky insistent on holding the flowers in his other hand, your intentions with the flower shop no longer secret. Neither of you said anything as you walked through the tight rows of headstones, but everyone and then he would rub his thumb soothingly across your skin, and you would do that same in return. You were mostly following Bucky, trusting his perfect memory to lead you through the maze of names. 

Mostly. He hadn’t strayed too far from the path you had studied obsessively for the past week. 

He kept your hand interlaced in his while he walked in front of you down one of the rows, his steps slowing as he approached his destination. He came to a stop in front of a combined headstone slightly larger than those around them, and you followed his gaze to read the inscription.

Barnes

Loving parents, married 1914

George, 1889-1941

Winnifred, 1892-1941

“Not exactly how I imagined I’d be bringing a girl home to meet my folks,” he offered, no doubt trying to make light of the somber atmosphere. 

You cracked a smile and let out a huff of amusement, stepping closer and giving his hand a squeeze. He returned it before letting go, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in to place a kiss on your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his middle and took a deep breath, the two of you standing like that for a few moments in silence. 

“They would’ve loved you,” Bucky admitted quietly, and you tilted your head up to look at him, his blue eyes trained ahead. “Pop wouldn’t have told you outright, he would have just started a conversation one day and never shut up. Ma would’ve gone crazy.” 

You turned to look back at the gravestone, smiling for a moment when you thought about how that scene might have played out. And then of course a wave of emotion hit you once again, your imagination conjuring up a picture of George Barnes shaking your hand before Winnifred took your face in her hands and wrapped her arms around you. 

“I’m sure I would have loved them, too,” you assured him. He kissed your hairline in response, pulling back just enough to give you a soft smile. 

Bucky looked back over at the headstone one last time before he made to step forward, raising the flowers up so that he could position them at the base. But before he could get too far you put a hand on his chest to stop him. He raised his brows in concern as he looked back at you. 

“Not yet,” you explained, using the distraction to slip out from under his arm. You laced your fingers with his once again and took one step back, a sign for him to follow you. “There’s someone else I want you to see.” 

The detour had been a welcome one, and although it put you a little bit more at ease, it did nothing to calm your racing heart as you led him back out of the row the way you came. Trying to take things slow, you kept glancing back over your shoulder to check on the man following behind you, and every time you did he gave your hand a squeeze as if he was trying to reassure you. 

Maybe you needed it. 

Using one of the names as a guide, you turned to walk along a path a few rows past his parents, your throat constricting as you approached the real reason you had brought him here. One … two… three more steps and you stopped, turning to Bucky to let him know you were here. 

And the second he looked at the gravestone ahead of him, you broke. 

In memory of a beloved sister, wife, and mother. 

Her friendship was an inspiration, her love a blessing. 

Rebecca Proctor, 1920-2012

You watched the confusion cross his features, his brows furrowing for half a second before realization dawned on him. His eyes darted across the epitaph, settling on the engraving of her name and swallowing hard. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as he turned to look at you, melting. 

“Sweetheart…” he cooed, and you shook your head at him to try and communicate ‘I’m okay.’ You weren’t, but this wasn’t about you, it was about him. It was about her. 

“You said you always spent your birthday with your sister, so…” you explained shakily, gesturing towards her as another tear threatened to spill over. 

Before you could try to get anything else out, Bucky took your hands in his large ones and gently wrapped them around his neck. His muscular body engulfed you in a hug, slipping his arms around your waist to hold you tight against him and burying his face into the crook of your neck. And only once you felt him settle did you release an uneven breath. 

“How long have you known?” he asked gently, tracing soothing patterns into your lower back, grounding himself. 

“Do you remember when I had a bad day at work last week, and you gave me a massage when I cam home?”

“Mhmm. You didn’t want to talk about what happened…” 

“I um, I had this idea. I thought that, if I could find her… I thought that you might be able to see her again.” You were audibly crying now, too far gone to even try and hide it. “I just got so swept up in this picture in my head, I forgot how old you are,” you managed, earning you a choked laugh. “I went looking for her while I was at work, and…” 

You didn’t have to say anything more. Bucky gripped you impossibly tighter, and you did the same, one hand on the back of his head as you clung to him. You tried to hold it in, you really did. But the moment you felt his quivered breath fan against your neck, a sob wracked through your body. 

There was nothing more you could do for a few minutes, holding each other while you let your emotions take over you. Your crying was much more audible than his. You couldn’t even be completely sure he was crying, but he was at least giving himself a chance to soak in his emotions with no thought to anyone else. 

By the time you had calmed down, he pulled back just enough to be able to look at you, bringing his thumb up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. His eyes were noticeably bluer and slightly puffy, the only evidence tears had been shed. 

“I uh… I don’t know if this is overkill. Don’t feel like you have to read it right now,” you started sheepishly, resting your hands against his chest so that you could reach into the purse hanging off your shoulder. “When I was looking for her, I came across these and thought you might like to read ‘em. Just, sort of share a moment with her,” you rambled, fishing out a folded up piece of paper and handing it to him. 

He took it gingerly from you, and you took the bouquet of daffodils out of his hands so that he could focus his attention on unfolding it. And when he did, he took a sharp intake, coming face to face with the digital newspaper clippings you had found in your search. 

“Rebecca Barnes Graduates From Indiana State University. Distinguished as one of the top students of her class of 1943, Miss Barnes – from Brooklyn, New York – graduates with all honors, earning a Bachelor's degree in Nursing…” 

“Rebecca Barnes Completes Plans For Wedding. The marriage of Miss Rebecca Barnes and Mr. Lawrence Proctor will be an event for Sunday, June 15 1947. Miss Barnes’ dress will be…”

“Mr. And Mrs. Proctor Welcome First Child. Lawrence and Rebecca Proctor bring their first son, James Thomas Proctor, into the world…”

“Proctor Family Hosts A Lovely Party. Mr. Lawrence and Mrs. Rebecca Proctor hosted a wonderful garden party at their home this Saturday with their three children – James, Joann, and Jack – to kick off the summer festivities…” 

Her whole life… he had pieces of her entire life in his hands. Things he thought he’d never get to learn about his sister, things he thought would be lost to time. She graduated with honors, got married, had kids… Rebecca had gotten everything she’d ever wanted. 

“Thank you,” he managed, holding the paper like his life depended on it as he looked up at you, the tears already starting to well back up in your eyes. 

“Happy birthday, Bucky,” you said softly, resting your hand on his arm as you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. You didn’t go far, linking your arm with his and resting your head on his shoulder. And while his eyes danced between Rebecca’s grave and the her children’s names on the paper in his hands, you stood together in silence, giving him a minute to sit with all of the emotions swimming through his head. 

He wasn’t even sure he knew how to make sense of it all. There were feelings leftover from when his parents had died in the accident, feelings he thought he wouldn’t be affected by so many years later. Though maybe he hadn’t had enough time to truly process it all before he was swept up in a war that changed his life far more than he could have ever guessed. 

Rebecca… he wasn’t quite sure he had even given himself the chance to grieve. Once he came out of Hydra’s hold, he assumed the only person he had left was Steve, and hadn’t let himself dwell on anyone else he’d lost. And while technically that was true, it wasn’t until his neighbor started asking about his sister that he let himself wonder about Rebecca and the life she had created. Until today, she had existed as very little but a fleeting memory in his mind. 

Now, she was a real person again. All grown up and happy, having left behind a legacy all her own. 

He had you to thank for that. 

You had brought his sister back to him. You and all the waves of emotions he felt when he thought of you. The way his skin anticipated your touch, longed for it. Your voice calmed the noise in his head, and his hands felt whole when you were in them. Your hearts reached for each other, pulling him to you by some invisible force… 

“Hey,” you whispered, pulling him out of his thoughts. He had no idea how long you two had been standing there; it could have been a few moments or a few hours, he wouldn’t have known. But when he met your gaze, your soft smile put him at ease. “I’m gonna go wait by the car, give you a minute alone with them.” You nodded towards Rebecca to illustrate your point as you rubbed gentle circles into his bicep. 

“M’kay… I won’t be long, I promise,” he assured you, his voice crackling with the lack of use. 

“I’m not rushing you, take your time,” you said warmly, and he nodded in acknowledgement. He folded up the page with all your clippings and tucked it into his back pocket as you stepped in front of him to slot yourself in his arms. You were gentle as you got up on your toes and lifted on arm around his neck, the flowers still secure in your other one as you went to give him a kiss. 

Bucky, however, was overtaken by his emotions the second your lips had met his in what was supposed to be a sweet kiss. He needed you under his skin, wrapping his arms around you to hold you firm to his body, pouring his soul into you as he kissed you back. It was hungry, desperate, but not in the same lustful way he had the day before. That was the last thing on his mind. He was consumed by his need for you in its most genuine form. 

You were both panting when he finally released you, resting your foreheads against each other as he came back down to earth. You tilted your head to nudge his nose with yours, giving him one more chaste kiss before stepping back. You squeezed his hand before removing it, placing the bouquet of daffodils there instead and removing a handful from the bunch. With one more reassuring smile, you were on your way. 

All he could do was watch you for a moment, walking gingerly through the rows of headstones and gracing each of them with a moment of your kind consideration, like you saw each name for the person it represented and their story. He should have been able to guess your intentions, but instead he watched in awe as you returned to his parents headstone, and – like the wonderful woman he knew you were – set the flowers you had taken below their names. 

You were speaking as you rested a hand gently over the tall stone, but he couldn’t hear you no matter how hard he tried. 

Which meant you wouldn’t be able to hear him either. 

“She’s really something, Becca,” he sighed, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at his sister. 

Rebecca Proctor… he’d have to adjust to that. He spared a glance to the right to see her husband – Lawrence, apparently – beside her, the dates signifying that she had passed first. At least that was one more heartbreak she didn’t have to suffer through. 

Bucky crouched down to be eye level with her epitaph before he kept speaking, fiddling with the bundle of flowers in his hands. “You would’ve loved her, I know it. You would have done that thing where you tried to steal her away from me, claim that she was your new best friend. She asks about you so often, sometimes I think she might’ve let you,” he laughed, imagining you all dolled up while engaged in a sort of custody battle between the two of them. 

“You told me once, when you were being mean, that you didn’t think I could fall in love. And at the time, I didn’t care whether it was true or not. But after everything that’s happened… I started to think that you were right, maybe that just wasn’t in the cards for me.” He spared a glance back over to you, seeing you walk away from his parents and turn towards the entrance where you would wait for him, passing slowly to read names as you went. 

His heart shot up into his throat. 

“She proved us both wrong, Becca. I’m in love with her.” It felt right coming out of his mouth, wrapping him in a warmth he had yet to feel in years, a warmth he’d gotten glimpses of in the past few weeks with you. And as he set the bouquet of yellow flowers, ones you picked out specifically for this moment, he knew it was true. 

Bucky loved you. Wholly, profoundly, endlessly. 

He loved you when he walked back out the front gates to find you leaning against the car waiting for him. You hugged him tight and made no attempt to rush him away, almost hesitant to leave yourself. 

He loved you when you sang the wrong words to a song on the radio he’d never heard before. You lit up as you danced along the best you could while driving, and he knew it would become one of his favorites. 

He loved you when you were stopped in stand-still traffic, a slew of colorful expletives leaving your soft lips. He kissed the angry expression off your face when someone managed to cut you off in the slow moving chaos, and soaked up the bashful smile that replaced it. 

He loved you when he took your suitcase out of the car, and you fought him about carrying it inside. You didn’t win, he was far more stubborn than you were, but he chuckled to himself when you grumbled about “fairness” as you unlocked your apartment to let him in behind you. 

He loved you when your cold hands trailed up under the hem of his undershirt, giving him an innocent smile as you urged him to take it off so you could wear it to bed. That would be another one he would find “accidentally” placed in your pajama drawer instead of the one he’d started to fill with his own clothes. 

He loved you when you cuddled up close to him in bed, sharing soft kisses and quiet words in the darkness. Your legs tangled with his, cold feet tickling his skin while you informed him he ran hot like a furnace. 

And when you finally fell asleep, he watched contentedly as your pretty features relaxed and your breathing slowed. He was captivated by your very presence, awed by the hold you had on his heart. In that moment he knew that – if for no other reason – this was why he was here. You were his silver lining, the reason for this over-extended life he’d been given. This life with you, this love for you, made everything he’d ever gone through make sense. 

Bucky drifted off to sleep feeling lighter than he had in a long time, his entire world curled up peacefully on his chest. 

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#song: maybe i was boring #ii silver spoon #iii spoilers #iii 13 #ii silvercandle #ii silver spoon angst #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity invitational #ANGST!!!

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The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 2 Day 2: Losing optimism.

Geoff awoke to Chris McLean's obnoxious camper-wake-up-call and groaned in annoyance as he covered his ears and tried to get some more sleep. However, he was hungry and he needed to find something edible for breakfast, so he reluctantly got up.

As he stretched, he felt and heard his spine pop a bit. "Aw, fuck..." He breathed. He'll definitely think twice before sleeping in an uncomfortable position again like he did last night. Man, he wished he brought his duffel bag with him.

Wait..... His duffel bag! He must have left it around the docks somewhere! He had a sleeping bag in that thing, after all!

Breakfast could wait, he needed to find that duffel bag!

Granted, he had to stay out of sight so neither Chris or the contestants would spot him.

As Geoff ran through the woods, he kept an eye out for anyone who could alert him to Chris, and when he finally got to where he left his duffel bag, he was panting and seriously out of breath. He hugged the duffel bag and slumped down against a rock. Okay, he found his duffel bag, now he needed to find something to chow down on. Maybe he could find some berries? Nah, too risky. He had zero clue which ones were edible or not. Maybe he could practice his fishing skills? That shouldn't be too hard. He'd already eaten the protein bar he had in his pocket last night, and he wanted to save the extras in his duffel bag for when he couldn't find anything else.

So, fishing it was.

First of all, he needed to put together a makeshift fishing rod. Chris had made them put together tons of cruddy things during their first season! Duncan was great at that kind of thing! And Izzy was great at finding all sorts of things!

....But they weren't here right now, and he missed them.

Geoff sighed sadly as he broke a long, thin branch off a tree. That should make for a decent rod! "Now for the fishing line..." he mumbled to himself as he rummaged through his duffel bag for the little container of dental floss he had packed. Once he found it, he tied one end of the floss to the end of the stick and grinned, he was proud of his handiwork, even if it wasn't much. The tricky part of this little project was finding a decent hook. There wasn't much Geoff could think of using, as there weren't many options.

He eventually gave up on looking for a hook to use and started inspecting the ground to see if he could find a grub or worm to use as bait. Fish liked that kind of stuff, right? As he scouted the ground, he listened to the new contestants doing their challenge of the day. He felt bad for them, stuck in Chris's shitty games.

Soon enough, Geoff was standing on the shore with his fishing rod in action, he really hoped this would work.

After an hour of two of impatience and hunger, he caught a fish and put together a campfire to cook it with. Despite the radiation in the air, the fish seemed pretty normal, and tasted normal! Though, he did wish it had some kind of seasoning.

After his breakfast, Geoff went for a hike in the woods to clear his mind and find somewhere nice to rest when night fell.

Okay, this island was NOT normal in the slightest. The animals were all mutated! While he didn't really like the island, Chris had NO right to disrespect the wildlife like that! The poor things... Bridgette and DJ wouldn't stand for this stuff!

He missed Bridgette and DJ...

He sniffled a bit and wiped any possible tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. "Where ARE you guys?.." he spoke to himself quietly as he kept walking.

As night fell once more, Geoff bundled up in his sleeping bag and rested his head on the duffel bag. At least this was better than yesterday!

He held back tears as he closed his eyes and let sleep reclaim him once more. -----

#total drama #td geoff #geoff td #The Stranded and the Scaly #fanfic #angst!!! #CHAPTER TWO LET'S GO #tdi #total drama island

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Breakdown

tangerine x ladybug

(TW: Disturbing content!)

Tangerine hung up The White Deaths call, walking into the momomon car in the bullet train. Seeing a girl, a familiar girl, dressed in pink, orange and red which looked almost purple under the trains lighting.

"Oi!" he shouted out, "You, I know you" he pointed at the girl and she stood up straight. "You're that girl aren't ya?" Tangerine says, as she looks behind her and then back at him, whispering something.

He walks closer to her, "Yeah, I never forget a face, me". The girl starts to fake a sobbing voice, which Tangerine ends up falling for, the poor bastard, so easy to manipulate. "I'm so happy to see you, please help me" she whimpers out.

Tangerine's face changed to one of concern, lighting now shining down on his face, showing off the dried-up tears that earlier streamed down, coming out of those beautiful blue eyes of his. The girl's lip quievered, "Theres this man and he was holding me hostage" she cried out, using that same fake crying voice.

"He was wearing glasses and he killed my uncle" she cried, as he voice cleared a bit. Tangerine instantly thought of, Ladybug. Could he really do that? The man was too, caring to do that wasn't he? "And he also killed this other man who...i don't know" she continued, "He just kept talking about Thomas the trains and..."

"Tank Engine" Tangerine spat out, his voice dry. She has to be lying...no...he could never kill Lemon. He knows he would be hunted down for the rest of his fucking life. "Yeah, right. Exactly" the girls eyes then filled with more tears, as Tangerine got closer to her, gun in hand. "But he killed both of them, and then he said he was going to get away with some sort of money...i don't know"

"I'm sorry, darling. I beg your pardon, I don't know who the fuck you are" Tangerine replied, no since of sympathy in his voice still. The girl threw her hands up, now letting some fake tears fall, "I'm just a girl who was supposed to get off at Nagoya and then this man-" Tangerine cut her off, his eyes widening. "That was fucking ages ago" he spat.

"I know! But this man, he just said that I could be a good backup plan and a pretty girl makes a good hostage." she sobbed, well she wasn't wrong. "Yeah, well, he ain't wrong there" He looks at her, she's now breathing heavily. "Look keep your fuckin' knickers on, alright?"

"Please help me" she whines, tears running down her pathetic face as Tangerine shows genuine care for this 'poor' girl. But Ladybug could never...they talked. Well maybe he would, but the bastard would not choose a young girl as a hostage, goes against his so called 'morals' he has.

"All right, calm down." Tangerine says, in a softer tone. "Get off or do whatever the fuck you like. You're free to go" he says, starting to walk past her...theres something off about this girl. There has to be. "Thank you" she sobs. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's alright. Go" he puts his hand on her arm for a second to comfort her. "I don't know what you're doing here anyway"

Then he sees it. The sticker on her vest. Diesel. The fucking worst. He grabs it as she looks behind her, wondering what he just pricked off of her. This is the fucking diesel Lemon was trying to warn him about. "Huh" Tangerine scoffs.

"Are you okay?" she asks, voice hoarse. Tangerine holds up the sticker, attached to his finger. "Diesel. The absolute fucking worst." he shifts himself to stand in front of her, look the bitch right in the fucking eyes. "Little shit stirrer" he says. She tries to do her fake crying thing again, but he isn't going to fall for it this time.

Tangerine takes a deep breath, "See, Lemon." Tangerine looks away, letting some tears form. "God rest his soul, was a don. And he could read people and see them as what they truly fucking are." he let a tear fall, and then another, putting the sticker on the front of his gun.

"He was right" he said with a empty tone and the girl whispered something he could barely hear, only focused on the rage he was feeling deep down inside him. "There been a diesel, running up and down this train, causing all sorts of fucking hackov" he said, smiling, a horrifying smile.

"And it was you the whole fucking time, you dirty little diesel!" he shouted out, pointing his gun at her confused-looking face. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head. "You made Lemon bleed, and Lemon never bleeds" Tangerine said, putting the gun right to her head and pulling the trigger.

The girl screams but, its no use. Blood splatters all over Tangerine as he starts to breathe heavily and laugh, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck!" he yells, sobbing as Ladybug then runs in and looks around. "Holy shit man..." he says before looking right into Tangerines eyes, face changing to one of concern.

"Are you okay?" Ladybug asks, moving closer to Tangerine. The man's mental state had clearly just fucking broken. He couldn't handle this anymore. "Tangerine?...man." Ladybug grabs his shoulders. "Relax, breathe with me." Tangerine keeps sobbing, as Ladybug frowns. "Tangerine, please. Look at me" he coos, as Tangerine looks up at him.

He then hugs Tangerine, which seems stupid, but who knows what else the man could do with that gun in his hand? Blow his brains out, or worse, maybe even kill Ladybug. Which really, he probably couldn't care about what Ladybug was doing right now, the person who hurt his dear brother is fucking dead.

Ladybug feels Tangerine dig his nails into his back as he cries into Ladybugs jacket. "It's going to be okay buddy. It's going to be okay." he patted Tangerine's back, feeling his breathe start to settle. "Ladybug..." Tangerine whined. "What is it?" Ladybug looked down at him. "You're a fucking bellend" Tangerine scoffed as Ladybug smiled and laughed. "I know...i know" he then looked down again...he swore he saw Tangerine smile, even just for a second.

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we all saw how Steven was just entranced by Layla in the show 😭 so could you do a fic where he emotionally cheats on the reader, so when she finds out and confronts him he’s on his hands and knees begging her not to leave him, but she’s over him and leaves the apartment.

That’s all I got, you can’t choose the ending if you want

(Feel free to ignore if you’re not comfortable writing this)

The Mind Wanders

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

TW: Not completely sure, but the subject matter may trigger some people so I'm putting a warning in case because writing this fic did bring up shitty memories from a past toxic relationship.

(But pls don't feel bad abt requesting this anon, I loved writing it! It was so fun to create a story around your request, it really flexed my creative muscles to create a story with emotional depth like this. Also, I kinda played with the prompt a lil' bit, so she doesn't "find out" she knows, but she's in denial. I hope you're okay with that!)

Warning(s): ANGST. Emotional cheating, heartwarming fluff to cure your angsty pain <3 , Set in an AU before the events of the show, Third person, very minimal y/n use. Steven's redemption arc is told through his own POV.

Summary: you find out Steven's mind has been wandering. He's become quite entranced with another woman, and you won't stand for it. After you leave, Steven is determined to do anything, and everything to regain your trust.

Word count: 6.2k

Thank you, Anon for this request!!! <3

And credits to my dear friend Lina for helping me with this fic, and also being my proofreader. I had a little roadblock but she gave me amazing ideas for Steven's redemption arc :) her brain is amazing.

~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~

You've been dating Steven long enough.

Long enough to know his tells.

Long enough to know he was lying when he said Layla was "just a friend" to him.

And that's how you got to where you are right now. Sitting at a bar downtown, drinking your feelings away.

Earlier...

You and Steven were at a coffee shop for a late afternoon coffee and tea that you suggested, just to get out of the house for a little. He was currently talking about the cutest kid that had shown up at his work.

"She was quite literally dressed as Sekhmet, and she was telling me about how she wanted to be a doctor!" Steven explained animatedly.

You smiled at the thought.

"She was absolutely adorable, I'll tell you that." He said before taking a sip of his tea.

"Yeah I'll bet she was," you chuckled.

Suddenly the bell on the coffee shop door rang and you noticed Steven immediately became attentive and sat straight up, staring at the person who just walked in.

Confused, you turned to see who it was and your face quickly turned emotionless with a hard stare. You turned back to Steven after seeing who it was.

"H-Hey, Layla!" Steven said, calling out to her name and waving. 

Layla's head turned and her eyes lit up as she noticed Steven, promoted to make her way to our table.

"Oh, hey Steven!" she said with a bright smile.

You watched Steven's face, he gave her a crooked smile and blush painted his cheeks.

When Layla noticed you, she smiled kindly and greeted you as well, "Hi y/n".

You eyed Steven’s fiddling fingers, nearly forgetting to answer, doing your best to chalk his behavior up to the crowded atmosphere.

"Hey Layla" you replied, making sure to perfectly hide your discomposed state behind a small smile.

"What brings you here Layla?" Steven asked. 

 "I was just in the neighborhood for some archeology stuff and I saw this place, so I thought I'd stop in and grab some coffee," she explained.

"Interesting, what kind of archeology stuff?" Steven asked, looking at her as if she was the goddess Isis herself.

"Well, there were some old Egyptian artifacts recently dug up at a cemetery, so they've called for me to take them and bring them back to Egypt." She seemed excited about her task.

Steven, on the other hand, looked like someone had just kicked a puppy in front of him.

You felt like grabbing him and running out of the store with him, but of course, that would be childish, so you kept your mouth shut.

 "Wait, you're going to Egypt? For how long?" Steven asked with a frown.

"A week." she said.

"Well, when are you leaving?" Steven asked, his disappointment showing through even as he tried to hide it.

"I've got a flight this Saturday actually, gotta take that Sunday to recover from the flight" she laughed.

Before Steven could say anything else, because he practically looked like he was about to beg her to take him with her, you spoke up.

"Wow, Layla that's so great! I'm really excited for you, I know you love Egypt." you said supportively.

She smiled gratefully.

"I love Egypt too!" Steven interjected, causing your jaw to clench. 

Layla giggled, causing Steven to look like he just won the jackpot.

"Yeah, I do love Egypt, I'm glad to be going back. Thanks y/n" she said kindly.

You nodded in acknowledgment, your jaw still locked, afraid that if you opened your mouth your emotions would blow up at Steven.

"Well I've got to go, but it was nice to see you both, I'll see you around," she waved at both of you before getting in line to order her coffee.

You both waved back, Steven admittedly way more animated than you, watching Layla go to the counter to order her coffee.

"Oh she's just the best isn't she? Wow, Egypt!" He exclaimed, turning back to his tea.

"Yeah, it's really cool." you said half-heartedly.

But of course, Steven didn't seem to notice anything was wrong at all, and he continued to talk about Egypt and Layla the rest of the time you were there.

You didn't hate Layla, you knew it wasn't her fault that Steven seemed to be entranced by her. Hell, she seemed as oblivious to Steven's feelings as he was to yours.

Steven had met Layla last month, when she was visiting the museum he worked at, checking out the artifacts in the ancient Egyptian exhibit. Steven introduced her to you that very same day and it didn't bother you at first, how much he talked about her. You knew he was just happy he found someone who shared his interest in ancient Egypt, you were even happy for him. On the rare occasion you three hung out, she was a great friend to you as well. But then you started to see the signs.

The way he would have stars in his eyes when he talked to her, or even about her. The way that whenever he looked at her, he looked at her like she was the only person on earth. When he listened to her speak, he was hanging onto every single word she said.

He never explicitly cheated, of course, Steven would never do that, he wouldn't even hurt a fly. At least not with intention.

He was still charming towards you and the two of you acted like a couple. There was never anything wrong, even physically.

But whenever Layla came into the mix, you became a third wheel.

The two of you left the coffee shop eventually, the sun was setting and there was a chill of winter breeze though the streets of London.

You walked together back to Steven's flat, which you had been living in for around two months now.

You smiled fondly as Steven talked in the background while you remembered the day he asked you to move in with him. It was on your 10-month anniversary, he had been so nervous he was practically shaking. You remember thinking it was a bit fast to move in, but then again,

It was Steven.

so of course you said yes.

He was still your Steven. You turned to him and smiled as he glanced at you, holding your hand with the cutest smile on his face.

The two of you took the elevator up to his flat and you entered together, Steven closing the door behind you, and locking it.

"So what would you like for dinner, lovely?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek before moving to the kitchen.

"Hmmm, I don't know, surprise me." You said teasingly.

"Will do, one special surprise dinner coming right up!" Steven said excitedly, getting to work in the kitchen.

You giggled at how adorable he was as you hung your scarf up with your coat.

"Sit down and relax, I'll do all the work, don't you worry!" Steven moved, putting a pot of water on the stove to boil. 

"Alright Mr.Grant, I'll be waiting right here on the couch." You smiled,  taking your shoes off and plopping down on the couch.

He looked at you with a huge smile before turning back to grab some things out of the fridge.

You smiled and turned on Netflix to watch your current favorite show. 

About 1 episode in, Steven was finally finished with dinner.

"Alright, your special surprise dinner is ready!" He called, waving you over with his hand.

"Ooooo let's see what we have here" you wiggled your fingers after getting up from the couch and turning the tv off.

"Et Voilà!" Steven presented the plates to you.

"Wowww! Spaghetti and meatballs, real fancy!" You mockingly made fun.

"Yeah, but I bet it's the best spaghetti and meatballs you'll ever taste!" He chided.

"Well I'll be the judge of that." You joked, walking toward the table that was by the stove.

Steven moved to sit across from you. He watched you carefully as you got a slice of meatball before wrapping the spaghetti around the fork and bringing it to your mouth.

You chewed in silence for a little bit, hiding your reaction to how good it tasted.

"So? How is it?" Steven asked nervously.

"Mmmm" you looked up at the ceiling, finger to your chin, pretending to think.

He looked at you with hopeful eyes and you couldn't help the smile that broke your insightful thinking face.

"Steven, it's absolutely delicious." You said with a cheeky smile.

His face lit up into a wondrous smile and your heart melted.

"Wow, I'm so glad you like it!" He said before digging into his own plate.

The two of you continued dinner with some light small talk in between bites until you heard Steven's phone ding with a text notification.

You immediately recognized the different text tone and your soft smile disappeared as Steven immediately stuck his hand in his pocket and fetched his phone out.

He unlocked it and his eyes grew into big circles and he smiled.

"Wow Layla just sent me a picture of a gold scarab beetle that was found at the cemetery!" Steven excitedly texted Layla back.

You stared at him in silence as you watched him grinning, followed by a chuckle, and more texting.

Your eyes glanced at his half eaten plate of food and your rage started to boil over.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You threw your fork onto your plate, the silverware clanging loudly, causing Steven to jump and stare at you with wide eyes and a frown.

"Love?" He asked softly as he watched your face cautiously.

"Steven, I can't do this anymore." You told him seriously.

"Do what?" He asked, alarm quickly spreading across his features.

"This. With you. Us." You said.

"Wha- Why!?" He exclaimed.

"Steven, you don't see me! I'm right here, and you can't even see me!" You yelled exasperatedly.

"What do you mean!? I see you!" He said, desperately trying to understand what you meant.

He reached for your hand but you swiped it away from him and got up from the table abruptly.

Steven flinched before standing as well.

"No you don't Steven. All you see is Layla." You said bitterly. 

Tears burned your eyes as they threatened to spill, the words you had been thinking for months finally coming out of your mouth, and you held back those hot angry tears as you listened to them as if you were outside of your own body.

"Wha- I- no!" Steven denied, stuttering between you and his phone.

"Yes you do. I'm sitting here eating dinner with you and you're texting Layla. We're at the coffee shop, you see Layla, and she's all you can talk about. We could be having a random conversation, and you will bring up Layla!" You let out in frustration.

He stared at you dumbly and that made you even more angry.

You made your way to the door quickly, when Steven tried to grab your hand, you looked at him with a deadly stare and he took a firm hold on your arm.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." You said sharply.

"Lovey, please. You're making a mistake!" He begged.

You snatched your arm out of his hands and glared at him.

"Trust me I'm not, and don't fucking call me that anymore. I'm not going to stay in a relationship that I'm not appreciated in. You're already acting like you're dating Layla, so you might as well make it official." Your words laced with venom.

Steven flinched again and you continued,

"I tried to ignore it for so long, but I can't ignore it any longer Steven. I can't ignore the fact that you make me feel invisible!" You vocalized your rage, causing your words to crack near the end. You turned on your heel, putting your jacket and scarf on.

"Y/n please!" Steven sobbed, and you turned around, shocked to see him on his hands and knees.

"Steven get up!" You exclaimed.

No matter how angry you were at him, it broke your heart seeing him like this.

He sat up onto his knees and put his hands into the prayer position, looking up at you with tears in his eyes.

"Please don't go! Please, I promise Layla is just a friend! Y/n please, I need you, I-I can't lose you!" He begged through his tears.

Your heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.

You turned back around, no longer able to look at him and you reached your hand out, gripping the door handle.

"No! No no no no y/n please don't go! Give me one more chance! I'll be better!" Steven said, fully sobbing at this point.

You gripped the door handle tighter and shut your eyes tightly without giving another glance, only able to think of all the times Steven had made you feel less important than Layla.

You opened your eyes as you opened the door, hearing his sobs, pleas, and shuddering breaths grow louder.

"I'm sorry Steven, but we're over." You said coldly before you walked out the door, slamming it behind you.

You quickly sped down the hallway and got into the elevator.

When the door closed your fully tensed body sagged and you held your head in your hands and sighed deeply.

You wiped your face before opening the Uber app and calling a car.

Presently...

So yeah. That's why you're currently on your 4th drink, looking down into your cup as if it was the most interesting thing on the planet.

Your mind wandered back to Steven, the imagine of him begging you not to leave while on his hands and his knees.

You shut your eyes painfully and shook your head.

There was a time where you believed that Steven could never hurt you. His warm, innocent eyes and gentle, nervous touches made you feel safe.

You opened your eyes and scoffed at your foolishness.

He had just been too good to be true, and you should have seen it.

You glanced at your phone,

Dammit it was getting late, but your stuff was at Steven's apartment, and there was no way in hell you were going back there.

Your eyes lit up as you remembered you kept some stuff over at your best friends Rachel and Chloe's house due to your frequent sleepovers.

You went into your contacts and dialed Chloe's number.

"Hey babes, It's been a while!" Chloe said when she picked up.

You smiled softly at the sound of her Glaswegian accent through the phone.

"Hey chlo' do you think I can stay with you and Rae for a little bit?" You said sadly, embarrassed to even be asking.

"Of course love! RAE! GET THE GUEST ROOM READY, Y/N IS STAYING OVER!" You heard her scream.

"Thanks so much Chloe" you chuckled.

"Of course, you're always welcome here!" She exclaimed.

"And one more thing?" You whispered sheepishly.

"Sure," she said, egging you on to continue speaking.

"Can you come pick me up from the bar downtown that we usually go to? I'm kiiiiinda drunk." You asked, apologetic.

"Oh god, we'll be there in 5" Chloe replied before hanging up.

You snorted and let your head fall against the bar, waiting for them to come pick you up.

You lifted your head for a second to pay and tip the bartender, before you laid your head back down after letting the bartender know you were waiting for your friends to come pick you up.

He took your money, thanked you for the tip, and nodded in acknowledgement, telling you to get home safe then moved on to serve another customer.

Chloe and Rae texted you when they arrived in front of the bar and you stumbled out.

You opened the door, and collapsed into the seat before shutting the door behind you.

You threw your head back and groaned.

"Jesus you look like absolute shit." Rae said, turning around in her seat to look at you.

"Did something happen with Steven?" Chloe asked, acknowledging you through the rear view mirror.

"Just drive," you groaned.

You told them what had happened with Steven during the car ride and they listened sympathetically.

"I told you to break up with him sooner, he's a proper bag of shit." Rae said.

You shook your head and sighed, going quiet for the rest of the ride. Your friends respected your silence.

When you got to their house, they brought you to your room and you noticed they left you a fresh set of clean pajamas to wear.

"God, I love you guys!" You yelled through the door.

"Yup!" You heard Chloe say and you giggled before changing your clothes.

When you came out of the room you saw 3 small tubs of ice cream with 3 different colored spoons in them on the coffee table in front of the tv, Chloe and Rae beacons you over to the couch. 

You plopped down in between them and pulled them into a group hug.

"I fuckin love you guys, you know that right?" You said sincerely.

"Yeah we know." Rae teased, causing the three of you to chuckle.

"Now what are we watching!" Chloe announced once the three of you pulled away from the hug.

....

The next couple of days were rough, but you got through them. You had gone back to Steven's apartment while he was at work and gathered some clothes and your important things. You'd come back for the other stuff later.

Steven surprisingly did not try to contact you but you did notice his flat seemed to be even more messy than usual. You also noted the several crumpled-up sheets of paper that you were pretty sure you knew the contents of. You shook your head sadly, trying not to feel bad for him. He was the one who hurt you, and the best thing for you now was to just move on and heal from it.

You grabbed your car keys, locked the door behind you and picked the boxes up before taking them back into your car, driving back to your temporary residence.

You silently cursed yourself for selling your old flat, but you couldn't keep paying rent for a place you didn't even live at. You thought you and Steven were in it for the long haul.

You got back to Chloe and Rae's place and brought the boxes to your room.

You sat on your bed with a sigh and started unpacking.

Steven's Pov

Steven walked into his flat and sighed at its emptiness. He missed seeing you smile at him and get up from your laptop to greet him and give him a kiss.

It had been approximately a week since you had stormed out of his apartment. He removed his coat and after placing his work bag down, he paused for a second to look around before he realized...

You had been here while he was at work, and took most of your stuff with you.

Tears started to well up in his eyes once again.

He took his shoes off and walked over to his bed with his shoulders sagged, then stepped over the ring of sand so he could lay down.

He remembered the first time you came to his apartment. He had thought of so many excuses to tell you when you would inevitably ask about the sand around his bed, as well as the ankle restraint.

When you finally set foot into his apartment, he went into full panic mode and started a word vomit.

You had stopped him before his head exploded and said you didn't care about anything weird he did because it didn't define him. You didn't care if he had a sleeping condition, or if there were books covering every possible surface of his flat. You promised him that day, you would never judge him.

He stared at his ceiling as the tears rolled down the side of his eyes and into his hairline.

You had always seen him, and you had made him feel that way.

Seen.

He thought back to what you said the day you left:

"Steven, you don't see me! I'm right here, and you can't even see me!"

His eyes were blurry as more tears welled up.

He hated himself for making you feel that way, he couldn't believe he didn't see he was hurting you.

He scoffed at himself,

it's been a week and he's still crying over you.

He sat up, wiping his eyes.

He looked around again and remembered the whole week it had taken for you and Steven to clean up his flat so it could be in the state that it was currently in.

You had told him to stop apologizing over 50 times as the two of you organized all his books so they were no longer scattered over every surface.

You had done so much for Steven without him ever even asking.

His heart ached as he glanced at the empty space in his bed where you used to sleep, right next to him every night.

He hadn't bothered to contact you in fear of you blocking him.

His phone buzzed and he quickly checked it desperately to see if you texted him.

It was Layla.

He frowned and put his phone back down, not bothering to check her text.

He hadn't meant to make it seem like he was interested in Layla, she was just the first person he ever met that shared his interest in the things he was most passionate about.

You didn't happen to be as passionate, but you also shared Steven's interests in Ancient Egyptian mythology. In fact that was how the two of you met, at the museum.

Almost the same exact way as how he met Layla.

His heart felt heavy, here he was, comparing the two of you. He was such a bloody knob.

You deserved so much better.

He could be better.

He furrowed his brows,

but how was he supposed to tell you or show you that?

He had no clue where you were even staying because he remembered you told him you sold your flat after you moved in with him.

Guilt wracked his whole body.

He thought hard about hotels in the area-

Wait.

Your best friends!

Steven grabbed his phone and checked his texts between the two of you.

He scrolled up until he saw you mention them, you had asked him to pick you up from their house when you were drunk.

He blushed heavily as he remembered what happened that night after he picked you up.

There, you had sent him the address!

He copied the address from your text and input it into his GPS.

You were staying only a couple miles from him.

The next day, Steven put on his best button up and went to the shop. He bought a stuffed animal Paddington the bear since he remembered Paddington was your favorite movie, also the reason you moved to London. He also bought a small bag of your favorite chocolates.

As Steven made his way to your current residence at your friend's place, he kept going over what he planned to say to you.

When the Uber finally arrived he was shocked out of his thoughts when the driver announced they had arrived at his destination.

He thanked them and got out, grabbing the gifts and clutching them tightly as he stared at the house that you were hopefully in.

He felt sweaty but he was determined to show you he changed.

He made his way up to the house and gingerly knocked on the door.

One of your friends opened the door.

…Which one was this?

Right, Chloe!

"H-Hello Chloe, is y/n here?" He said looking past her, trying to see inside the house.

She glared at him and covered the open space with the door, blocking his view.

"No, she's not actually, and even if she was, she doesn't want to see you anymore, so don't come here again." She said, whispering angrily at him.

Steven frowned.

"Who's at the door Chlo'?" Steven heard the sound of your melodic voice hit Steven's ears and he perked up, his eyes widening.

"It's NO ONE, just a salesman," Chloe replied, making sure Steven knew he was not welcome.

"Don't come back here again Steven, or you'll regret it." she whisper-snapped to him again.

"Why'd you say 'no one' like that?" Steven heard you say before Chloe shut the door in his face.

Steven deflated and sighed.

He would have to think of something else.

Your pov

"Because, it was no one, now get back to writing, or whatever you're doing. That's what you do for your job right?" she said, dismissing you.

"Okay mom!" you relented, rolling your eyes.

She went to the bathroom to get ready for work, and you quickly put your laptop down and ran to the window to see who was at the door.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw Steven, walking dejectedly down the street holding a teddy bear and what you could tell was a bag of your favorite chocolates.

Alright, maybe it was better Chloe didn't let you talk to him, what would you even say to him?

Even the thought of talking to Steven was too painful for you so you shoved it down and went back to writing.

....

A few days later, you were on your laptop getting some work done. You started to feel hungry, so you decided to grab a snack. Chloe and Rae were both at work, but they would be home in one-two hours, and you would all have dinner together.

Rae promised she was bringing home burgers and fries tonight so you didn't have to cook.

To say you were excited was an understatement.

You carefully gathered the ingredients to make yourself a quesadilla.

You hummed to your current favorite song that's been stuck in your head for a while now as you prepared your food.

Once you were done, you cleaned up after yourself and took your food to your bedroom to eat it. (Chloe and Rae didn't need to know)

You were sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the window.

Your heart was beating in your chest as you heard it again, more rapidly and you turned to look at the window.

There was a shadow of a person behind the curtain.

You slowly put your plate on the side table and grabbed scissors out of a jar with pencils and pens.

You held it in a stabbing position as you made your way towards the window slowly, terror gripping your heart, while the person on the other side rapidly banged their knuckles against the window.

You breathed in slowly and closed your eyes before opening them and quickly pulling the curtain away and raising the scissors in a stabbing motion.

Your eyes widened and you gasped as you saw Steven hanging on for dear life to the side ledges of the window.

You quickly dropped the scissors and opened the window.

"Steven what the fuck!? how did you even get up here?" you shouted, staring at him in shock.

"Well, I did climb up the pipeline but In retrospect that was a terrible idea once I got this far up to your window." he said, looking at you in fear.

He looked down at his feet trying to secure his footing but his foot slipped and he wobbled, his eyes going fully round.

"Oh shi-!" He said, losing his balance,

before he could fall backward your reflexes kicked in and you grabbed his arm pulling him inside your room, causing him to topple inside and on top of you.

You both stared at each other with wide eyes as he was on all fours, hands and legs on either side of your head and body.

Your breathing slowed and you found yourself getting lost in Steven's round puppy dog eyes as the shock wore off.

You suddenly became hyperaware of the position you were in and your body heated up as you started to blush heavily, you noticed the same happened to Steven.

"Oh, uhhh, lemme just-" you started rambling and shifting and he mumbled some words of an apology as he scrambled to get off of you.

Once you got up, you stood a couple steps away from Steven and stared at him as he took the backpack he was wearing off.

You just watched him silently as he took out the same stuffie of paddington and bag of chocolates from the other day.

He held them out to you and stared at you, silently pleading you to take them.

You did, placing them on your bed.

Steven shuffled nervously on his feet and you crossed your arms with furrowed brows.

"Steven, I just, I have so many questions." You said angrily.

He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

"One, why are you here? Two, how did you even know this was my room? And three, how did you know I was even in here?" You asked, exasperatedly.

You could see from his face that a million different thoughts were running through his head before he spoke up.

"Okay, well, I'm here because I need to talk to you. I knew this was your room and you were in here because I came here another time. And I waited till Chloe and Rachel went to work so I could actually talk to you, then I tried to knock on the door but Chloe forgot her bag and came back so I hid, then l heard the two of you talking because the window was open and Chloe said "well, this is your room" and I knew you were in here today because I saw you close the curtains when I got here." He quickly jumbled all of his answers together.

"Oh, and I didn't come through the door because... well... I wanted to surprise you. You know, be all romantic and stuff." He added sheepishly.

You just stared at him appalled.

"A-And I know I probably sound insane!" he said quickly after seeing your reaction.

"Yeah, you do. And you need to leave Steven." You said pointedly.

"No y/n! you need to understand, I did this all for you! because I can't live without you!" he tried explaining desperately.

Your hardened expression softened a bit but you stayed quiet.

Steven looked relieved when he noticed you let him speak, and he cleared his throat to look at you.

"y/n I'm so sorry I hurt you and made you feel the way I did. I didn't mean to, honestly! I was just so excited when I met Layla because she was an archeologist and she was interested in ancient Egypt and she's passionate about it just like me. So excited that I might have been too blind to see how I was hurting you. I'm so sorry that I ever made you feel unseen. I could never love Layla like I love you. These past few weeks without you have been hell. The flat feels so cold and empty. I smell your perfume on the sheets but you're not there when I go to bed or wake up. Your smile used to make my whole world shine and it's been dark ever since you left. And I know you deserve way better than me, I was a total knob, but if you will have me back y/n, I promise, for the rest of my life, I will make it my mission, to make you feel happy every day, even on the worst days. And feel free to tell me to bugger off, I'll understand and I'll never contact you again I promise. You know, if you love someone let them go, and all that."

The whole time he spoke he was looking into your eyes until his last two sentences. He was hoping so desperately that you would hear, see, and feel the sincerity in his words. You could tell. Honestly, you were just surprised he didn't stutter that entire time. But you could tell by the fact that he couldn't look at you when he said it, how painful it was for him to think you could reject him.

Again, you had dated long enough,

Long enough to know his tells,

Long enough to know he was telling the truth about everything he told you just now.

And you knew he was willing to accept the fact that he could lose you.

For you.

He was still the same puppy-eyed man who came up behind you to explain the hieroglyphs on a pillar you were looking at, just to impress you.

He was still the man who apologized to his fish when he bumped into the tank.

He was still, your Steven.

you looked down and your feet and let out a small chuckle at your thoughts.

When you looked back up at Steven, you saw he was positively beaming.

"God I've missed that beautiful melody." He said softly, tears forming in his eyes.

You smiled, your own tears forming as he walked closer to you, slowly.

You smiled, two streaks running down your face as you noticed his tears fall from his eyes.

When he stood directly in front of you, he put one hand on your cheek and held it there. His touch was so fragile, as though he thought if he held you too hard, you might break.

"Can I hug you?" He asked softly.

You nodded and he wrapped his arms around you.

You reciprocated the hug, slowing your breathing, trying to control your tears.

Steven hurt you, and he realized his mistake, nearly too late. But here he was now. doing everything in his power to rectify his mistake, promising you that he would never make you feel that way ever again. Shit, he almost fell from the 2nd floor trying to apologize.

You squeezed him tighter, and he squeezed you back.

"Thank you Steven" you whispered.

When the two of you slowly pulled away from each other, your tears finally stopped, and so had Steven's.

He wiped your tears away gently.

"Don't thank me y/n, I shouldn't have given myself a reason to apologize in the first place." He said with his hands still cupping your face.

After a beat of silence, he finally spoke up.

"So does this mean you'll move back in with me?" Steven asked hopefully.

You laughed, causing a smile to spread across Steven's face.

"Just shut up and kiss me." grabbing his face, you pressed your lips to his.

He gladly shut up and kissed you back, melting into you, you even felt his body press closer to you. You felt the dried tears on his cheeks against your face.

When you pulled away, you were both slightly panting for air, and Steven pressed his forehead to yours, holding your hands in his.

You both closed your eyes and stayed like that for a while.

When the two of you pulled away from each other you turned, looking at the things he bought you.

You held his hand and led him to your bed, sitting down next to them.

You picked up the bear and smiled at it.

"You remembered how much I love Paddington." you said, turning to look at him.

He smiled fondly at you and nodded.

"The little bear that brought you to me."

Your heart practically melted.

You put the Paddington bear down and picked up the bag of chocolates.

"And you remembered my favorite" you grinned at him, holding up the bag.

"Of course, I can never forget the beautiful noises you make every time you eat one of those." he said, blushing immediately after he said it.

"You felt your face heat up as well and you hid your face in your hands, smiling sheepishly.

You felt his hands gently grab your hands to move them away from your face.

You felt yourself get lost in Steven's eyes, the color of them matching your favorite chocolate. Reminding you that coincidentally, Steven had the power to make those same noises come from your mouth.

You were so close you could feel Steven's breath on your lips.

Suddenly you heard the door open and you both jumped back from each other.

"y/n!!!" you heard Chloe call your name, dragging it out.

"We're home! and we bought the food!" you heard Rae say excitedly.

"Shit!" you jumped up from the bed, causing Steven to the same.

"Okay, okay uhhhhh" you said quickly looking around.

"I'll talk to them first, so they don't jump you, and then I'll call you downstairs, okay?" you said quickly with your hands on his shoulders.

"Okay, I got it." Steven nodded.

"Alright great" you said rushing to open the door.

"Y/n!" Steven whisper-yelled your name causing you to pause and turn around.

"Yeah?" you whisper-yelled back.

"I love you." He reminded with a small smile.

You almost physically melted at his cuteness.

"I love you too."

You closed the door softly as you heard Chloe call your name again as she looked for you.

“Coming!”

#steven grant x you #steven grant #moon knight fanfic #layla el faouly #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #fluff #angst!!! #lots of emotions tbh #Sorry this took so long anon! #I hope you like it! #My longest fic ever actually #anon #fanfic request #fanfiction #fanfic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac characters #ugh this was so fun to write

[francesthetraveller]

Just a silly little redraw nothing much!!! don't mind it whatsoever >w<

#cwacom #cwacom au #cloudy with a chance of meatballs #fldsmdfr #human fldsmdfr #dunfurr!!! #angst!!!

[trippygalaxy]

🥔 here with a prince time imagine 👀👀👀))

Its been seven long years and Ganondorf is crown king of the shambles hyrule, reader is on guard of the last sage that seal away and reader frown to see hyrule in such a horrible condition but can't help due to the dark magic but have bit control of their own body now since their away from Ganondorf but hear the door open and reader stand and hand on their sword but once look up...reader bite their inside cheek in order not to breakdown cause infront of them is prone time...the one person they deeply wish to not see ever but damn the Goddess must have hated them that much and time see reader and try to walk over but reader draw out their sword and in a stand and time pull out his sword too armed himself.

Prince time: my love.....please put down your sword..you don't have to do this. I can-

Reader: link.....I cant...it must be this way....

Time wanted to speak but suddenly dark link appears next to reader and dark link grin.

Dark link: man this is going to be good, after all this time, you decide to be a hero.

Prince time: drak link! Let them go now!

Dark link roll his eyes and he look to reader.

Dark link: kill him, our king Ganondorf order it on less you want to dead again?

Dark link lightly touch reader black ribbon and reader shiver to be reminded of it as dark link grin more to see time growl then dark link leave and reader make the first move and prince time use his shield to block their attack and barrel roll away went black flame fist almost hit by reader.

Reader frown to have to being forced to fight their love and ready themselves for a fight of their life and prince time the same but he trying to think on a way to save them. He's not leave here with them and the last sage too.

Prince time found a opening and he grab reader and force them on the water floor pin their arms down with one hand as reader look up to see prince time face ready themselves for the final blow.........but it never came but tears fell on their face amd they see him crying.

Prince time: I'm not going to lose you again...reader...

hekahdjjahdbshshx

The undead knight lays beneath their prince, tears drops dripping from his cheeks and to their thin skin. The prince’s voice wavered as he spoke, his vision blurred as the years of held back tears fell from his eyes.

His knight, with skin so cold to the touch and eyes unmoving, was in his arms once more. But goddesses this isn’t how he wanted it!

He wanted to hold you by the fire, without that jagged armour you practically lived in. He wanted to be soft with you and for you to be soft with him. But, you were soft.

A softness that got you killed.

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The dynamic with dink would be fascinating!

A man with the face of your first love -first betrayer- that mocks your very being. He knows how you work, how you died and how you live and gods is it fun to toy with!

The shadow haunts every corner you past, echoing your failures with such mirth it brings a raging warmth to your cold chest. Dink eggs you on, tempting your blade as a way to drive you deeper into your broken mind. He wants you gone, but your body is very helpful.

The shadow corners you often, pulling and playing with that forsaken ribbon.

He wants to see what would happen. He wants to see you break.

#trippy answers #anon ask #lu time #prince!time #HEHEHHEHEDHDHH #ANGST!!! #🥔 anon

[gengar-pixel-2]

I was simply wondering. He has made a good amount of enemies, it's likely that one day or other one of them would catch up to him. I hope it doesn't happen, but looking at the facts it could.

"..I.. I understand. ..But i shall make sure, That will not become a reality, Anytime soon. ..At least, As of now. When they come, I will be ready for them. T-Thank you for your concern, Adventurer."

..But i would much prefer to move onto another topic."

"..Do not say such words."

#poptropica #poptropica oc #captain crawfish #captain crawfish poptropica #AYO #PERSONAL AREA #ANGST #ANGST!!! #You got her #down to one of her fears EHHEHE #i am. so nice to my ocs i swear-

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

#writing #writing prompt #tropes #reading #books #book tropes #angst prompt #angst #booklr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #percy jackson #the poppy war #mythology #chosen one #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #bungou stray dogs #yosano akiko #anime #manga #my hero academia #todoroki shoto #neon genesis evangelion #the hunger games #10k #20k #30k #50k

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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[ato-dato]

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))

#bookstore-sitting is a very hard job #you wouldn’t understand #anyway #we interrupt your usual funny programme for a little bit of angst #but we’ll be back shortly #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #muriel #good omens muriel #good omens season two #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens fanart #good omens s2 #art #artwork #my art #fanart #digital art #drawing #comic #fan comic