#but it's kind of fumbling like she didn't have the chance to ever really dress herself before and she dresses young for sure

[mattodore]

i so so sooo badly wanna show what imani and matthias look like when they were 11-12, 15-16, 18-19 but i don't wanna spoil the edits i'm making and it's Killing me

#river dipping #imani kinda has always had a baby face bc of her puffy gorgeous cheeks so the changes with her are subtle #like it's all about the way she dresses when she's finally free from her (and matthias's old) hellish boarding school #like i'm really proud of how she looks at 19 the switch up from 16 to 19 brings me so much joy!! you can see the change!! #the identity she's starting to build for herself!! the person she will become!!!!! and it's fun bc she's a fashion girlie #but it's kind of fumbling like she didn't have the chance to ever really dress herself before and she dresses young for sure #she wants to try everything she couldn't growing up yk... <3 #and then with matthias you can tell he's a baby bc his face isn't as sharp and he didn't start gaining muscle until he was #living with imani those interim years when he was waiting for the estate to be his #i do think he got noticeably strong from 15-18 tho just by nature of having to defend himself so frequently... anyway

[wtfcookiejar]

I promise always (Part 5)

( I am so sorry there was such a massive time gap between 4 and 5. I had a short period of time where I went without Meds and had to focus on functioning like an actual human. So please if you would be so kind as to forgive me for this god awful transgression I'd appreciate it).

Eddie was in post-laundryball bliss. He couldn't have cared less about how cold the shower water was. It felt like bliss because for once the only thing he could focus on was a shower and then eating. He was playing a perfect game of D&D in his head while he dressed. He didn't even notice the stares of the jocks as he wiggled into his favorite pair of socks.

"You need to stop." Came a voice but Eddie didn't care he was already out the door dice in his hand thinking about a way to torment the poor innocent freshman who sat at the long table with him every day.

The slop that the lunch ladies served couldn't even wipe the smile off his face. He pulled a chair to his usual spot and turning the chair backward took a seat.

"Eddie?" A small voice called

"Henderson. Unless you have one of your mom's beautiful sack Lunches. I'm not really interested in talking." Eddie said pulling out his half-broken headphones and sliding a Metallica tape in. He couldn't help it. He was in a state of utter bliss, he wanted to keep it that way.

"WOW. You actually MIGHT, be the biggest ASSHOLE like EVER. " Came the small voice louder and he knew it this time.

"Y/n..." He murmured softly to himself.

There you were standing right next to Robin Buckley who seemed to be amused beyond all reason. He swallowed hard because all words tangled in his throat the minute he tried to gather an explanation.

"I came over here because....I needed to say thank you for the other day, but seeing as you are stealing Freshmen for their bento-boxes. I am not sure how Deserving of a Thanks you get." Then like that she was gone pulling Buckley with her. Everyone at the table stared at Eddie waiting.

"Eddie?" It was Gareth's voice first.

"Eddie?" Then it was Mike as he slid into his seat.

"Ed-"

"If one more person says my FUCKING NAME, I WILL GO ABSOLUTELY BALLISTIC!" Eddie screamed his face slid forward and he moved his lunch tray away. He hid his red face in the parts of his arm he could fold onto the table.

No one had ever seen Eddie come unglued like that so most just sat in silence. Not Dustin Henderson, He reached out his hand and squeezed his leader's shoulder," It's cool man. I get it." He leveled trying to sound calm but it still sounded shakey.

The truth was Eddie had just fumbled at his chance to apologize for being an asshole. He knew he did and he was embarrassed, not to say that it didn't make him mad. He was sad too. Because he had again brushed you off and acted like a self-entitled asshole. He was acting like Jason Carver. Eddie hated Jason because he knew that wasn't how you treated women or girls. What would his mom have said? He could feel the tears behind his eyes but he just sighed and waited for all the red to disappear from his face before he lifted his head and looked at Henderson.

"You aren't a Giant Asshole." was his response and then he shamelessly took the kids' hostess cakes and shoved one in his mouth letting the sweet sugary taste coax him back into a normal state, "God your mom is too good for this world Henderson. Too good."

***

"Why are we thanking Eddie?" Robin asked you to like it was a secret.

"He single-handedly took all the blame for me drinking my dad's bourbon the night I came to the Video Store." You confessed smiling across from Robin. Robin was like a drop of home for you. She was gayer than the sun could shine and had more than enough charm and talent to keep you entertained without it being all about hair and fashion unlike with Chrissy. Chrissy couldn't shut up about Jason either and from looking and talking to Jason you'd already felt creeped out to the maximum.

"Wait so that night you came in you were drunk?" Robin asked shoveling some really nasty-looking green beans into her mouth.

"Heavily. I walked all the way to the store, thinking I was going to find a horribly made horror film." You sniffed what looked like a hamburger and then set it down deciding it wasn't worth it.

"Nope. Sorry... Here in America, our Horror films are actually, well kinda Terrifying." Robin pointed to a pile of fruit on your tray," Totally edible by the way, and safe. Not going to make you gag like the beans."

"Is it weird that I expect them to have fresh rice and raw eggs here?" You asked because in japan that seemed to be a staple.

"The eggs are raw?" Robin murmured almost gagging on a green bean.

"Yeah, but the rice is hot enough too- We're not going to talk about how weird Japan is all day are we?" You decided that talking about hot rice cooking eggs was suddenly boring and Robin's face fell making you smile.

Chrissy decided to crash the party though and you smiled knowing all too well what it was about," Hi, ROBIN! Did you get it to him?" Her voice was breathy and her lipstick was smudged a bit.

"Yes, I did sweetie. Do you have any fruit?" You asked her casually noticing that her tray to was full.

"YES. Please take it, those pain pills make me just sick. Is the rest of my makeup okay?" She asked looking between you and Robin. Robin waited to let you take the lead.

"I'd triple-check in the bathroom on your mascara and eyeliner, and re-apply your lipstick. Otherwise your perfect sweetie." You soothed as you took a fork and scooped all the fruit from her tray to hers smiling perfectly and effortlessly at her.

Then just as soon as she appeared she was gone.

"Sweetie?" Robin asked once Chrissy was out of hearing distance and sight.

"Trust me, if you hear me start with Japanese slang we're all fucked." You smiled spearing a piece of fruit and Robin shook her head.

"So if I hear you speak Japanese I should either A. Run or B. Get ready to beat somebody down. " Robin was beyond curious and you lived for it.

"Hey. Feel free to do what is needed. Just know I make no promises about what will happen." You giggled helplessly.

"You never yell at Eddie in Japanese," Robin remarked pointing her fork toward his table.

"Because I'm not really yelling at him. At least not yet anyway." You shuddered thinking about what an actual fight with Eddie would actually sound like. You could imagine more than the word Skank leaving his mouth and it almost broke your heart. You frowned leaving Robin puzzled.

"But you call him an Asshole..." Robin puzzles

"WAIT...Does that actually mean something different here?" It had never occurred to you that when switching terms and languages that some things when translated would actually mean other things.

"OH. MY.- Y/N. Please tell me what you think asshole actually means..." Robins stifling her laughter.

"That your like you know dumb....." You hiss softly and then Robin is trying so hard not to laugh.

"I c-can't b-breath. " Robin says between laughter that has people staring. Your face is tomato red and you almost feel the need to rush from the room. But her hand on yours stops you and you wait patiently till the laughter stops," That is not what that word means at all. " She gasps taking in a breath of air," The word you want is STUPID. S-T-U-P-I-D. The word you are using is literally American slang for where poop comes out of..." Robin explains calmly.

"We have a word for that. It's BAKA." You mumble pushing green beans toward Robin who is looking at you with fondness.

" Baka... I think that word is brilliant. But unfortunately, no one is going to understand what that means unless they speak fluent Japanese. We need to get you a dictionary, like today. "

"Speaking of Books... Do you know anything about The Hobbit?" You ask remembering the title of the book Eddie had been reading earlier, "also how do you listen to music here?"

Robins' eyes bulged a little," So apparently we have to get you caught up... What are your after-school plans?"

" I don't actually have any. " You eat some fruit looking at the odd shapes it comes in decided that you'll get up earlier and start making your own bento's for school.

"That's Perfect. Steve and I have the night off. We will take you to the mall!!!"

"Mall?" You questioned.

"It's a really big shopping center with lots of floors..." Robin seemed confused about why a mall seemed confusing.

"For sure I'm in. I just gotta call my dad." So you got up and dumped your tray in designated spot and headed toward the payphone you had noticed outside.

His nurse Tracey answered her voice was cheery," DR. L/N office how can I help you?"

" Hi Tracey, It's Y/N... Can you let my Dad know that I'm going to the mall with my Friends Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington so I won't be home for dinner..."

"Absolutely Sweetie, I-" There was a huge palm next to your head as Tracey babbled over the phone letting you know that she'd tell him to keep an eye on your pacemaker for you. You jumped a little as you followed the hand up to a letterman Jacket.

"I can't help but notice, Chrissy has a new friend." It was Jason.

You planted yourself as close to the wall as you could. Trying not to notice the steel blue eyes he had or the strong gaze. But he was content looking you up and down. You wanted to keep talking to Tracey but she had hung up. So you held the phone receiver ready to swing.

Jason leaned in his nose brushing the collar of your neck and you could feel your heart racing. This was dangerous if your heart went any faster you could risk it skipping beats and that meant shock and a trip to the ER. So you closed your eyes and took a deep breath thinking of something soothing.

That's when Eddie came out the doors and noticed how uncomfortable you looked. He wasn't sure what made him so sure you hated every minute of it. Maybe it was how you had the receiver of the phone gripped in your tiny manicured fingers and how pale they looked.

So Eddie did the only thing he knew would get the meatheads' attention. "HEY CARVER! COACH WANTS YOU TO HELP ME PICK OUT A JERSEY."

" OVER MY DEAD BODY FREAK!!!" And then just like that, the chase ensued because everyone knew that Jason wasn't going to let Eddie Munson anywhere near the team. So you were left alone on the wall eyes closed terrified, when Robin came to find you and touched your shoulder you could have broken down in sobs. Instead, you hung up the phone and hugged your friend.

@linkpk88

#eddie munson x yn #eddie munson #pinning #i wish it was that easy #dustin #robin #jason carver

[lunakissedd]

☆彡🌸 Winter’s Sun  🌸 ☆彡

 Tags: fluff, romance, angst, fem!reader, rude + posessive kageyama, highschool, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, kageyama is bad at feelings.

Words: 1.7k

Kageyama’s POV

God what is actually wrong with me, I couldn’t continue staring at her glazed eyes. I just felt too guilty and too sad to actually let her feel that way. I thought for a moment if I really did love her, or if I was posing as someone who was desperate for love. I wasn’t desperate right? She made me feel things no one else did, she could tell when I was upset and would gently tug at my hand on our walk home, I could tell she used to stare at me from the corner of her eyes watching me, sometimes would even wait purposely on certain parts of the hallway she knew I would eventually walk past. I was okay with being alone, in fact I would even say I was perfect being alone so much to the point I didn’t realize how much I was missing, or what I never felt so deeply for anyone else ever before. It’s not like I didn’t like girls and have little crushes here and there, I just didn’t see the point in talking to them if they didn’t even look my way. But you, argh. You were just like everything that I was not expecting, your bright warm smile in front of me every time we talked, I couldn’t help but feel feverish almost by the way your lips turned into the sweetest smile, it almost made me so desperate to the point where I wanted to see that smile everyday and call me selfish but I wanted to be the reason why you were smiling. 

I wanted to meet you outside of the school, drowsy from the long day and just knowing that I just had the chance to see you, I was helpless and you were every reason for it. My mind just captivated and enamored by your voice and face, truly I do think that my heart ached every time I watched you go down the street alone. I didn’t want to leave your side, especially in such an empty street, not in this place or this time. So in a sense, I made sure that I watched until you safely entered your home. I know you probably noticed me watching until you entered your home, but I couldn’t leave knowing you weren’t safe and sound, I wanted to protect you. 

The morning of my birthday when I woke up to my phone continuously buzzing, to be honest too drained in sleep and tired to realize what was going on, my heart just sank a little when I saw all the messages you had sent me. Pictures of us together, or random food drinks we got here and there. I hadn’t noticed how long we have known each other, but it just made me grow and an even softer spot for you for remembering all these memories, now I think they were really engraved in my heart. The sweetest “Happy Birthday” I have ever heard. When you called me I didn’t know what to do, for a moment I didn't’ realize the phone was rigging. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! AWW YOU’RE SO BIG NOW!! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO FINALLY BE MY AGE” 

I chuckled at your words, I wasn’t much bigger I think I was just the exact same height. I didn’t hide the smile that grew on my face because of your words, “Thank you.” 

I knew you were smiling on the other end as well, I think I got used to your words and I knew when you were feeling what you were feeling. I didn’t mean to interrupt you while you explained all the things you had planned, but I admit I was letting my feelings do all the talking with no hesitation.

“I’m really happy I met you..” You quickly became silent, and I almost got worried when I didn’t hear a response. 

“I’m happy I met you too, Tobio.” I did blush every time you said my name. Every. Single. Time. Many people said my name, but it was the way it sounded when you said it that made me the weakest, now that I think about it I kinda wished you said it more. 

When I met you that afternoon I did almost have a heart attack at how beautiful you looked in that dress. I didn’t know you had those curves (lmfao y’all). No, but a part of me felt so soft inside just knowing that you wore this all for me. God what you could do to me with such simple things, at this point I was really thinking I would become your servant if you had asked me to. But it wasn’t the gifts, the kisses, or the many many birthday wishes that stayed with me the most that day. No. It was the words you said to me when you looked at me with your warm colored eyes, soft in nature and kind just like your soul, I had to hold in just how I was feeling. 

“I love you.” You said quietly and all I could do was blink. Maybe I was too mesmerized by your beauty, the way your hair fell so perfectly on your face. You smile looking for a reaction but I, too dumb-founded to even think about what just happened let alone what you said to me. Without even thinking about it, you take my hands in yours, fumbling with my fingers just like how you did every time you were nervous about something, I guess you were nervous about this?

“Yes Kageyama, you are that easy to love.” Fuck. Shit. 

I had to break away from your stare or I will literally melt away right here in front of you. I couldn’t even let the first words sink in, and now this just hit such a soft spot in my heart, I wouldn’t lie I didn’t even know that spot existed until you, how did you do it? God, no I shouldn’t think like this..Wait no I should answer you. Did I feel the same way? No of course I did.. boke. 

“Mhmp..Are you sure?” I couldn’t look back into your eyes, despite how beautiful they were and how desperate I was to see you I couldn’t find it in me to even stand still. 

Your hand is touched by your cheek in a soft and gentle form. “Of course I do, I love you, I love you so much..” God, why is this so hard to take? It isn’t like I don’t believe I really do but .. 

I could feel you quietly wishing for the same response as you patiently waited, eyeing me closely just like how you always did when you got too nervous and couldn’t figure out my face. 

“I-I love you..I do as well .. love you..” Your hands fell to grab your own in a tight tug. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know how to take things very well. I’m sorry I’m not more honest..” “No. No.. I love you just the same, don’t worry it’s okay. it’s okay..I don’t expect you to always be vulnerable..” Wow you really did mean that? I didn’t even know how to react. “I’ll always love you..” you said gently, I smiled, knowing just inside that I felt the same way. “Me too... I’ll always love you, I will never stop, I won’t I promise..” So why was it that now I was looking straight at you, hands clutched quietly by my sides, while you stared at me, tears in the brim on your eyes, and clearly holding back a sob. “I don’t-I don’t think I love you. I’ve been confused..and I don’t know how else to put it..into the right words.” I don’t know why I said this, but I just did. I was truly so upset, so hurt, I just felt betrayed by everything. “When you first talked to me, I knew...I knew for some time that I would be okay with you, that there wasn’t any harm. It felt good to believe this...” It was hard to put everything into words, especially when you were standing in front of me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen.“I think knowing that you kept so much information from me... It just..it just isn’t okay. I-I really can’t explain..I just.. I can’t love the sister of someone..I can’t love you. I can’t love you y/n because I will never be happy knowing that you two are related.” A small gasp came from your lips when I said that, I expect you to fight against me, to tell me that I was in the wrong and that I was looking at things in the wrong way. But you didn’t, you broke off your stare and looked sideways, hiding the tears falling on your cheeks. “Okay.” Was all you said, you didn’t even stare back at me but I could tell how much this was hurting you. I really did feel bad, to see you cry in front of me broke me apart. “I’m sorry.” I said, hoping you would stare back at me for just a moment. “It’s fine, I should walk myself home.” I nodded, “Okay.” You walked away, not turning or facing back to me, but walking forward without another word or glance. Stupidly enough, I stood there for a few seconds watching you walk away, probably more out of habit at this point than anything else. I mentally smacked myself for being so dumb, and turned the opposite way, walking towards my home. I told myself that I should forget about it, that in the end you would be better without me. I must have been a burden to you, with all the things I always had going on, all of the issues, emotions, and thoughts you had to carry, I felt guilty knowing what I caused. I tried convincing myself, now that it was over you wouldn’t need to worry about me, I wasn’t going to be a burden to you anymore. I tried and I tried to think of it this way, but every time I did I only became more upset and sad at what I had really lost. 

— Chapter Navigation 🌸  — A/N: Wooo this made me really hurt :(( I do love the little dynamic that they have together though ahhh it’s so cute but tobio why are you such a little sussy baka 😠  Also apologies if there are any gramma mistakes!! I tried proof-reading it as best as possible 

#kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama angst #possessive kageyama #kageyama fluff #tobio kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama x fem reader #hq angst #hq tobio #hq imagines #hq anime #haikyuu angst #angst

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Title: Just Gotta Stay Calm

Word Count: 3966

Fandom: Gravedale High

Ship/Pairing: Vinnie Stoker/Reggie Moonshroud

Tags: First Dates, Vampire Family, Tradition, Awkward Crush, Vampire Boyfriend, Werewolf Boyfriend, First Kiss, Dorks in Love, Awkward Dates, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love

Warnings: First Works of the fandom, swearing(small), awkward, fluff

Vinnie let in a breath as he examines himself in the special vampire mirror on his bedroom wall. He quietly checks every inch of his face closely before opening his mouth to check his fangs.

Good, He thought with a charming grin to himself. No pimples, no stuff in my teeth, no flaws in sight.  Vinnie went to his dresser and takes out some cologne he bought specifically for today, a scent of calming forest rain, and sprayed some on his neck and a little bit in his shirt. Not a lot just the basic stuff to seem simple and posh.

Vinnie and Reggie are finally getting themselves a date.  A real, really real, true date.  Just the two of them.  And Vinnie could be more happier then this moment!

Vinnie has been meaning to ask his best friend out for quite some time, since the first moment he noticed his feelings were a bit more then platonic bashful moths in his chest and stomach actually.  It took him a total of two full months to completely wrap his head around the fact that he - Vincent "Vinnie" Stoker - was wings over heels in love with the world's one and only Reggie Moonshroud.  However, it took him nearly a YEAR to get up all the courage to ask the boy out. Honestly, if it weren't for his friends this day might've never happened.

The young vampire left his bedroom and hurries down his stairs, only to be stopped by the voice of his old man, "Vincent, can you come here please?" Vinnie let out a silent shutter as he mentally cursed himself.

He slowly turned his body fully towards the older vampire sitting in his velvet chair with a pipe in between his lips, small puffs of the smoke emerging out the ends. The teen slowly walked over. "Y-Yea pops?" His voice rarely stammers when speaking, hasn't since he was in the 6th grade, at least not when he nervous beyond his wits like when he tried to get the chance to ask Reggie out and plan out what to do on said date.

"Are you going to go on your date soon?" Asked Mr. Stoker. Vinnie nods some in reply, his hands fumbling into his jacket's pockets. This was not what he wanted to do.  The older vampire stood up from his chair, pipe still puffing out smoke, his eyes focus out the window of the chilly autumn gray skies. He takes a puff before continuing, "I want to give you some simple advice for your first date Vincent. Vampire to vampire." Vinnie practically shrunk his head down into his coat's collar.

Defiantly not what he wanted to do. . .

"That's okay pops, I got it covered-" He began as he slowly creeped his way to the front door. "The year was 1880. . ."  Vinnie bite back a groan, knowing very well that once his dad starts it's hard to stop him.  "I was simply a beginning apprentice to the one and only Dracula. Mostly paper work and long mornings. I thought I had everything cut out for me, a great job and nice home, until I realized I was missing something important when I first saw your mother wandering through the local cemetery." Mr. Stoker smiles fondly as he light strokes his black beard. "She is my first and only love as I'm sure you know. And it took me decades to ask her on a single date, I feared she might not want a simple vampire apprentice who barely knows how to turn into a bat, but alas she surprise me with a yes."  Vinnie nods, "Yeah yeah I know. And you two spent many years together, got married, had two kids, and lived happily ever after. Dad, I know the story pretty well you know."

He didn't mean to interrupt his father's tale, he just already has his nerves up through the roof and he just want to hurry for the plans.  His father turned and looked at his son right in the eyes as he spoke, "I know you do. I'm just trying to tell you that last night I was certain to give you some advice for your date, a vampire tradition my father gave me as his father gave him and his father so forth. I know you're nervous and it's perfectly natural. Just remember, be courteous. Be engaging. And above all, have a plan." Vinnie nodded. "Don't worry pops, I got it covered. Now can I go and do the date itself?" He asked the older vampire, who nodded to his please. He didn't wait any few seconds to open the front door and flying off with a snap.

This will go well, He thought to himself as he feels the wind go through his black hair. Reggie will enjoy the date I have planned for us. This is a piece of blood orange pie. Vinnie smiled as he spaces out on today's plans. Slowly, though, his brain began to swim to a memory of when he got the nerves to finally make that choice he's been walking back and forth on. . .

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Vinnie taps the heels of his shoe onto the cold hard floor of the school's classroom as he watches the clock tic away, his eyes going to the clock and to the werewolf just a desk away from him.  Today was the day, Vinnie told himself throughout the hours. Today I'm going to do it.  As if proving his luck, the bell rings out around the school, signalling everyone to grab their stuff and hurry the Hell out of there for the weekend.  Vinnie stood onto his feet, catching Gil and Sid giving him a thumbs up as they run out the classroom, and looks over at Reggie who is still putting his stuff away.

The vampire took a breath in and walked his way over to the red head's desk, his feet feeling kind of heavy as he gets closer. Be cool Vinnie, just do it. "Hey Reg." His voice called out suddenly, the rest of his body slowly just going with the flow.  Reggie turned his head and smiled up at his friend. "Hey there Vinnie. You usually are gone by now, is Mr. Schneider Sir seeing you after class again?" He asked as he puts his books away in his bag. Vinnie smiles warmly, he enjoys Reggie's voice. The way his small lisp happens between the small gap of the front of his teeth.  The way his voice cracks sometimes in the right moments. Just generally how comforting it is...

The vampire quickly shook his head when he finally notices Reggie is standing up and looking at him with cocoa brown eyes that warm up Vinnie's dead chest, "No no. I just wanted to know...if...um...i-if you don't mind me asking...I uh..."  "Yes Vinnie?" Reggie pressed on. Honestly, it's like he knows what he's doing to me. Vinnie took a gulp from his dry mouth before he spoke a retry, "I just wanted to know...if...if...well...if you're free this weekend? Maybe...we could...go out?" He didn't know if he sounded needy or not but he didn't care, he finally said it!

Reggie blinked a few times before replying, "Of course we can hang out Vin. We often times do already."  "No, Reggie, I meant...go out...like a...date...?" Vinnie was so scared to look at Reggie in the face yet he has to in order to watch his reaction.  And boy was it a reaction... His cute wolf ears were perked down in a way his shyness shows, hard to tell but behind that fur his cheeks were very rosey and red, just looking at him gave Vinnie so much heat on his face he for sure thought he was going to die.

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Vinnie chuckled softly when Reggie's face on that day came to mind.

Well, yeah, the reply was a day late but nevertheless he said yes.  And the day has finally came.

Vinnie soon landed at Reggie's place, a pretty big home of four stories with a even bigger yard surrounded it of 6 aches each side. He knew Reggie's family owned a big home for such a big family but he honestly wasn't expecting something so... human dream life. A white picket fence wrapping around the areas of land, green grass in perfect height, the house painted in a nice paint of soft blue with the windows having a white coat to the edges, a cute porch sticking out from the big dark brown oak made front door, and to fit so perfectly a nice little porch swing with a small coffee table.  In all honesty neither Vinnie nor Reggie been to each others' houses despite being friends for years. Always staying at the dorms the school gave them for half the week.

The vampire slowly made his way to the porch and gently pulled the rope that rings the door bell loudly it echos around him and to the forest not far from the house itself. He tripled checked in his head the plans of the date as he waits a few seconds before the door opened and Reggie's head popped into view. "Hey Vinnie." Reggie said with a smile and opened the door already for him to step out. "Hey there Reg-" Vinnie nearly chocked on his words upon seeing Reggie. He wasn't wearing anything out of his comfort zone but something Vinnie was expecting obviously... Let alone something his heart was ready for.  There standing in front of him with the shine of the afternoon sun glimmering a special effect through the tree leafs Reggie wearing a typical white button-down shirt and well ironed dress pants but wears also a well knitted beige and blood red pattern pullover sweater vest and a black Letterman jacket with a big red R stitched to his chest's right side, his hair combed in a messy side bangs style to the left side of his face. Honestly, Vinnie doesn't know if this was more cute or sexy and he was pretty scared of both.  "I-I could change if you want..." Reggie stated, snapping Vinnie out of his daze to realize he's been staring holes into the poor werewolf. "No no you're okay Reg. Just uh...caught me off guard is all. It's cool." Vinnie spoke up with his hands up in defense.

Reggie giggles some, causes Vinnie's undead heart to for sure jumble in beats like a drum.

The first stop of this little date for the two monsters was a nice little fly over the town to the date's main destination. Reggie clings to Vinnie from behind, his face so close to his their cheeks are barely touching softly, his eyes watching the town below them. "Gee Vinnie, this is beautiful." He whispered but Vinnie heard it very well, his warm breath gently dancing across Vinnie's ear, his cheeks warming up in a soft shade of pink, a smile appearing on the vampire's lips. If anything, if he had a chance to say it, Reggie was the most beautiful thing to Vinnie's eyes. Though as a sad as it had pained him he knew he would crash into something if he doesn't focus.

His eyes scanned around the area before carefully landing in front of a cafe looking place. Reggie looked around the place when he climbed down from the vampire's back as he tucked in his wings. "Um... Vinnie." Reggie mumbled softly as he dragged his feet closer to Vinnie. Vinnie let out a hum, "Yeah Reg?" "Correct me if I'm wrong but this is a human cafe is it not?" Indeed it was.  "Yeah. I figured to have a nice bite here for a change." "True it's just... don't you rather want to go to Ms. White's Diner? It's one of your favorites right?" Vinnie had to fight back the urge of going to his favorite 50's diner and share a monster shake with Reggie, he had a plan and he's sticking to it. He gently takes his paw and said, "This is just as good Reg, promise. Plus they serve your favorite here. Trust me."  Reggie looked at the place and at Vinnie, seemed to be small on numbers of humans... So it could be okay right?

The two monsters entered the cafe and walked it's way to a table right in the center. The place was nice, clean, quiet, cute, and had a nice nature aesthetic with potted plants hanging from the ceiling and the smell of coffee and tea with some sweets filling your sense of smell. "This place is nice." Reggie said, his eyes focused on every little detail around him.  The V-Man couldn't help but smile proudly, the date's going so well so far.

A waiter walks over to their table with a notepad and spoke to the two teenage monsters, "Afternoon gentlemen. What can I get you for drinks?" Vinnie opened the menu.  "I'd like a black coffee with a side of milk creamer."  The waiter nodded and looked at Reggie waiting for his answer.  The werewolf quietly looked through the menu, his eyes widening like space saucers. "O-Oh my...Um...w-water would be fine..."  The waiter wrote the orders down before hurrying to the back.  Reggie looked at Vinnie with a raised brow, "This place is expensive Vinnie. They don't even serve your favorite drinks here. And I think you need it, you look ill..."

Vinnie knew Reggie was worried, he can hear it in his voice, but he can't simply explain it... Since the night before last he hasn't had a drop of blood to nibble a sip from due to how stressed and nervous he was getting over asking Reggie out and planning out this perfect date. Black coffee was the best he could get to that bitter goodness. And if not, the creamer would do the trick.  Still, he knew he can't say all that to Reggie, not to seem not cool in front of his crush but also because he doesn't want the werewolf to feel bad or blame himself. Instead he just smiles his traditional smile and leaned back in his chair as he coats his voice with soothing calmness, "It's fine Reg. Everything fine actually. I just... had a big batch during breakfast and need the coffee here is good as I'm told. Plus, the money, don't worry. I got it covered." He finishes with a wink and another smile which caused Reggie's shoulders to calm down slightly.

After a few more seconds the waiter returned with their drinks and a notepad still in hand, "Here is your black coffee with a side of milk creamer and your glass of water sirs. May I interest you into something to eat?" Vinnie glances at the man's meaty neck and silently licked his fang out of sights, his brain wracking him inside his skull to try and not accept the urge to chomp down onto that neck and drink up. His hand quickly grabbed the coffee cup as soon as it was set and took a big gulp of it. Bitter. Not as bitter but still helps a little. He thought, feeling his nerves calm down a bit more.  He glances over at Reggie and smiles, "Why don't you order first? I'll follow after."  Reggie fixes his glasses and looked over the menu, a few times his eyes peeking at Vinnie as if asking for his help. "G-Gee...there's a lot of good options... Um..." He pondered out loud, Vinnie could see the human tapping his pen in a annoyance type manner. He bite down on his bottom lip some to fight back his new urge to range his neck.  Before the urge could happen for real, Reggie's voice rang out to Vinnie's ears, "I-I guess I can have the Pea & Carrot Soup with the Greek Salad as the side?"  "And you sir?" Vinnie had to remember how to talk before he took a quick glance at the menu before blurting out his order, "I'd like a French Onion Soup." And like before the man walked away after writing the orders down.

Vinnie noticed Reggie seemed more awkward and fidgety then his usual form.  "Everything alright Reg?" Vinnie asked, his voice truly worried. He truly is worried for Reggie. Maybe he caught that waiter's rudeness towards them because of their race? Maybe it's the fact it's clearly two boys out doing things beyond friends? The vampire's head is just about to explode over the thoughts on what could be wrong with his Reggie- My Reggie? Vinnie thought of having Reggie of his very own before... I mean it did sound nice to him but would Reggie be down to being...

Reggie softly shook his head with a mumbled, "It's nothing, really..." But Vinnie knew something's been bothering his pal. Maybe... Vinnie felt sick thinking this, Maybe he's not comfortable being on a date with me... Before he knew it the food had arrived but the two didn't seem in the mood to enjoy it... Vinnie gulped down the rest of his coffee and stared down at his dish.

Great, my nerves are all over the place now and Reggie ain't having a good time... He thought as he watched Reggie gently nibble on his soup and salad, the two barely having one or two small conversations. This date is going terrible...

The two left the cafe quietly and quickly after paying for the bill. The two were still pretty silent. Reggie broke this awkward pause in the air with a smile, "The food was pretty good Vinnie." Vinnie doesn't reply. "Vinnie..?" Suddenly, the second monster on this date let out a groan like sigh before slumping his body down a grass area in the side walk, "That stupid waiter! 50 bucks and all he had to do is make it nice!"

Reggie tilt his head at this and quietly asked, "What do you mean...?"  There was a pause when Vinnie looked away with no answer, causing it to click to the smarter of the two.  "Vinnie Stoker, did you pay a human waiter for our date?"  Vinnie sighed, "Not just paid Reggie, I paid the guy $50 to hold off any other reservations so it can be just us... I know you don't like really crowded places but that guy ruined it. I wasted 50 from my allowance just to have a guy be rude to you." Vinnie covered his face with his palms. "I'm sorry Reg...I really am..." Surprising Vinnie, Reggie grabbed his hand and pulls him up before guiding him somewhere.

"Hey Reg, where we going?" He asked, but his question fell on deaf ears as the werewolf still guided him silently.  Suddenly the vampire began to feel a new kind of nervous. Was Reggie mad? Was he going to yell at him for bribing a human? Does he know he hasn't been drinking his daily sips of blood?  He felt sick at the ideas of any of those being true and he blew this date... His one chance... And he blew it major time... There might not even be a second chance in this... "Look Reg..." Vinnie started, hanging his head low in shame. Reggie stopped him, "You didn't have to do any of that Vinnie. I would be perfectly fine going to any place we usual go."  Vinnie did not want this date to be ruined. He did not want his friendship to be tainted. All Vinnie wanted to do was do what he planned, even if it was sudden...

"I like you Reggie!"

Reggie stopped suddenly and whipped his head around so fast he must've felt dizzy.  No turning back now huh? Vinnie thought, taking a deep breath in, "I've always liked you Reg... And I mean really like you... Like...Like... I always get happy in the mornings because I get a chance to be near you at school, it's the only reason why I don't ditch as often. And when you're not there I feel sad...so sad I feel sick... I often re-read the messages we send back and forth after school because I miss talking to you that much... A-And that time when I was running for School President and you were helping me... Reggie, I felt so happy just being around you...seeing you so happy at what you were doing... I know this isn't stuff you want to hear instead of a apology...but I swear to you it's truer then true Reggie... I really like you... I've liked you for so long...I don't know when but I know when I figured it out... when you were fallin from the sky and I was running to you... All that's been runnin' around my head was "I can't let him go"... Reggie... you matter to me so much the idea of you not here with me is killing me..."

Vinnie was so scared to look up at his friend, scared he made it worst... "I just...I know this date ended up bad... but I-" Vinnie's words were cut short when he lifted his head to finally face his nerves, quickly his lips were covered by the soft fur of Reggie's lips.  The teen vampire felt his undead heart beat for miles and miles as every second slowly passes by between them, his eyes widen more then the usual wide but slowly his body began to melt by the warmth of Reggie's lips and they slowly blinked to a close while his lips push pressure back into the kiss.

The kiss lasted about a extra minute before the two pulled away, Vinnie's ears catching a soft small puppy like whine coming from deep back within Reggie's neck. "You like my lips that much Reg?" Vinne asked with a tease in his voice, smiling more when see that same expression of bashfulness Vinnie witness when he asked Reggie out in the first place. "Okay, I'm sorry... does...this mean you like me too...?" He asked, hopeful of his words being a positive. Reggie giggles softly, "Of course it means I like you Vinnie... Why else would I agree to go on a date and kiss you?" Vinnie felt stupid asking such a obvious question.  "And...why else would I do this?" After Reggie said that, he guided Vinnie again towards a secret spot. A nice little isolated hill spot overlooking the entire town and beach. Reggie...planned this? The vampire looked at Reggie in disbelief, now noticing the blush fur on his cheeks. "I... I like you too Vinnie... A lot... I've always had felt it too but that day when you risked everything just for me was when I realize it was more then a simple crush... And I wanted to show you how I felt since then...but I was too chicken to even bring it up in conversation... So, when you asked me out, I was nervous that I might miss my shot...so..." "So you ended up setting this up?"  Reggie nodded some, his bangs sweeping over his warm brown eyes in a cute shy manner.

Vinnie smiles softly and wrapped his arms around Reggie's frame, his lips lightly touching a small peck on his cheek. Sure, this wasn't the date I had planned... Reggie giggles and gently sat on the grass, Vinnie following after. The sun was just about going darker as the stars began to appear above them like candles they used to have lit from their old fears of the unknown... Vinnie could help but smile when seeing Reggie's happy face when he cuddles into him.  But I honestly couldn't ask for anything better.

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer III

Part 05: With Some Other Girl

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summary: Rafe’s actions surprised you when there’s no awkwardness lingering from last summer.

a/n: New summer new drama!! We're more than halfway through this series and I might post the final two parts within a week so be on the lookout! That's all! Enjoy part five xx

word count: 2.2k words

Nowhere on the East or West coast did seafood quite like The Wreck. During your summers in the Outer Banks, you made sure that practically every other meal consisted of their to-die-for shrimp or amazing crab. For your birthday, back in October, your mom had even looked into getting food from The Wreck shipped to you before realizing that might have been a stretch.

You waited at the bar for the girl with the curly golden brown hair, and especially kind eyes, to return from the kitchen with your order. The smells of the food cooking made your mouth water.

A boy, who looked about your younger brother's age slide onto the bar stool next to you. His dirty blond hair fell into his eyes, clearly in need of a good haircut.

"Leave the customers alone, JJ." The girl set a paper bag with your food down in front of you, grease staining the bottom.

"I wasn't even doing anything, Kie," JJ protested.

"You're total's $40.53. Do you need a receipt?" She asked, taking your mom's card from your outstretched hand.

"I'm JJ, by the way." He held out his hand for you to shake but the girl - Kie, was it? - smacked it away.

"She's way out of your league, idiot. Sorry about him," she said turning to you.

You smiled at the both of them, their playfulness reminding you of your own friends from back home. "Nice to meet you, JJ." You picked up your bag of food, turning to leave.

"She was so into me." You heard JJ whisper to Kie as you walked to the front door.

"No way, is that y/n?" You froze, a few steps away from the exit, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. "Hey," Rafe called again. "Get over here."

You'd been back in the Outer Banks a total of three days. You definitely hadn't been planning on seeing Rafe Cameron so soon. Well, after how last summer had ended, you hadn't really been counting on seeing him at all.

You spun on your heel, plastering on your best fake smile, and headed in the direction of Rafe's voice.

It's okay. Act casual. He's just an old friend. There doesn’t have to be any weirdness. You said to yourself, trying to calm your nerves.

Rafe was seated in a corner booth at the back of the restaurant, his arm slung over Phoebe’s shoulder who, herself, was sitting practically in his lap. Her expression looked especially irate at the fact that you were interrupting their - what was going on exactly? A date?

"Uh, hey guys," you said, approaching their table.

"Y/n!" Rafe repeated. "You're back for the summer?"

"Yeah, we got in a few days ago.”

"How are you? How's the boyfriend?"

Why the fuck was Rafe asking about Evan? You wondered, your eyes narrowing trying to gather some explanation from Rafe's face.

"We actually broke up. Last September. He hasn't been my boyfriend for a while." Correction, you'd gone back to Oregon and hadn't stopped thinking about Rafe, for the second year in a row. It didn't seem fair to Evan so you’d tried to let him down gently, the week before auditions for the fall musical no less. It became pretty clear how torn up about it he was when he started crying during the monologue portion of his audition and the tears weren't the kind you forced out solely for a performance.

"How sad," Phoebe said, turning her lip down in a fake pout making it clear she couldn't care less.

You just smiled back at her, not wanting to give any kind of validation. You could feel Rafe eyes on you.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you around." You turned to leave. Your mom was waiting outside in the car, probably wondering what was taking so long.

"I hope so," Rafe replied.

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You blinked your eyes open, adjusting to the bright sunlight filling the room. You rubbed the sleep from them, yawning.

Holy shit. This was definitely not your bedroom; this was Rafe's room. The events of last night came rushing back, the morning bless falling away.

You'd run into Cleo at the grocery store after your mom had sent you to get an onion she needed for dinner. Cleo had been buying chasers for Sawyer's my-parents-aren't home-and-they-left-the-liquor-cabinet-unlocked party and invited you. And you went. Which was probably the first mistake of the night.

Rafe had greeted you at the door with the kind of smile that screamed "I don't even remember our fight last summer." You'd opted to ignore the white powder under his nose, likely the reason for his bloodshot eyes.

The party had run dry after a few hours so Rafe offered to grab some more from his house since his whole family was in the Bahamas house for the weekend. You’d went with him because what the hell. The night hadn’t even been the least bit awkward. Mistake number two.

You sat on the Cameron's island counter as Rafe riffled through the cabinet, trying to decide which bottle Ward was least likely to notice was missing.

"Do you trust me?" He’d asked.

That was a loaded question but you’d nodded your head yes. He'd pushed your knees apart, stepping in between your legs like that's where he belonged.

"Tilt your head back," he'd instructed and you had.

Rafe uncapped the bottle of Malibu, pouring it straight into your mouth. He’d hummed with satisfaction as you swallowed the liquid. Your eyes locked as he ran a thumb up your neck and over your chin, whipping away the bit that had spilled before he brought your lips to meet his. It was by far the hottest thing anyone had ever done.

The kiss had tasted salty and coconutty, like the drink he had just poured into your mouth. He moved his other hand to your hip, pulling you in closer.

You'd only broken apart to fumble your way upstairs and into his room, shedding your clothing on the way, your lips finding each other's again and again, kissing like there was some ticking clock counting down the seconds.

You remembered the way Rafe's name had tumbled off your lips with his hand between your thighs. How his blue eyes held yours as he pushed into you. The sweet praises that he whispered into your ears as the both of you came underdone together. The way it all felt so fucking right, like the universe apologizing for the last two summers.

You hadn't meant to fall asleep, to spend the night in Rafe Cameron's bed but he'd wrapped his arm around you and your head fell to rest on his chest and sleep just came.

You kept your movements slow afraid of creaky floorboard as you slipped out of his bed. Sneaking out without Rafe waking up was sure to be the path of less resistance. Hadn't last night been a drunken mistake?

Your shorts had landed next to the bed and your bra was hanging from the door handle, the irony of that wasn't lost on you.

Rafe cleared his throat. "Good morning," he said. Oh, shit. So he was awake.

"I was just looking for my shirt," you replied.

The Cameron's front door opened with a bang. Cole and Milo's voices filled the house seconds later.

"Dude," Cole hollered. "Who'd you fuck last night? Some chick's panties are on your staircase."

Rafe's eyes meet yours and he leaped out of his bed. "Linen closet," he hissed, pulling open the door of the hallway closet and pushing you inside. "Stay here."

His footsteps echoed as he rushed down the stairs, stopping at the bottom to pick up your underwear and shove them in his back pocket.

"I need a fucking boat day," Rafe said to the boys. "I'm hungover as fuck. Can you go see if the Yeti coolers' in the garage? I think Ward brought it up from the boat last time."

"Uhh, yeah, sure," Milo answered. "C'mon Cole."

The sounds of their chatter disappeared and Rafe ran back up the stairs, pulling open the closet. "Okay, the coast is clear."

"Rafe, should we...uh...you know...talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?" He asked back.

"Right," you answered unsure if you really believed that casual sex with Rafe Cameron was a possibility. "Can I have my underwear back?"

He shrugged, a smirk growing on his lips. "Nah, I think I'm gonna hold onto them. For safekeeping." What kind of bullshit patriarchal move was that? He looked over his shoulder to the lower level. "Milo and Cole will be back any second, you should probably go."

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You silently thanked your yesterday-self for having left your window unlocked just in case. You closed it quietly behind you and dove into your bed. The door to your bedroom swung open seconds later.

"Why are you still in bed y/n? I told you yesterday that we were going dress shopping for Midsummers today at noon. It’s less than a week away. Get up, please," your mom said.

"Sorry, mom. I'll meet you downstairs in ten."

"Hurry up." She pulled the door closed behind her as she left your room.

You breathed a sigh of relief, throwing off the covers you had hicked up to your neck to hide last night's outfit. Shit, had you really slept with Rafe Cameron? And then he brushed it off like it wasn't going to change things? As if whatever was going between the two of you couldn't get more complicated.

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The light bounced off the three-way mirror you were standing in front of, making the bedding on the dress sparkle.

"Turn around," your mother instructed. Apparently, this year's Midsummers’ theme was Hollywood Glamour like it was the fucking Met Gala or something so she'd been forcing you and in out of red dresses for the past hour and a half. "I really like this one y/n. The bow is so cute."

You resisted rolling your eyes. The bow was hideous, plus the high-low skirt screamed middle school dance. The bedding was itchy and you’d hardly had the dress on for five minutes.

The front door chimed announcing a new customer and Phoebe's figure appeared in the reflection of the mirror.

"I'm gonna go try on a different one, mom," you said, trying to duck into the changing room before Phoebe had the chance to see you.

"Wait, wait wait." Your mom grabbed your hips pulling you back in front of the mirror. "I just think this looks perfect on you, sweetie. Look," she stepped behind you, using one hand to twist your hair up into a makeshift updo. "you can wear your hair pinned up like this and we can get you a sparkly headband. It'll be gorgeous.”

You definitely weren't wearing any kind of a headband based on the fact that you weren't twelve anymore but, more important, you needed to get out of Phoebe’s line of sight like now. "Yeah, okay, mom. That sounds fine. We can get it then."

"Aw, honey. Do you not like it?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "Cause we can try a different score. Even though this is the only dress store for thirty miles," she mumbled under her breath.

Phoebe glanced over from the front counter, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Your mother's voice became muffled as panic rose in your chest. You hadn't even thought about it last night but now all you could remember was Phoebe with Rafe's arm wrapped around her at The Wreck.

Phoebe abandoned her position at the front of the store, walking over to you.

"Hi y/n!" She started, her voicer reaching an octave that screamed fake niceties. "You must be y/n's mom. You two couldn't look anything more alike." That was a lie. You and your mom couldn't look more different. It was your older sister who was practically your mother’s clone.

God, what game was Phoebe playing?

"Oh my gosh.” She took half a step closer forcing you to notice the couple inches she had on you. "Is this your dress for Midsummers? It's so cute," she said, somehow managing to pronounce cute with two syllables.

Another lie. The dress was terrible.

"I'm just picking up my dress too. Custom-made." Phoebe flashed a smile to your mom. "I'm trying to talk Rafe into getting a matching bow-tie but he refuses. Boys," she giggled.

Shhe must have registered the look of surprise on your face. "Oh, did he not tell you we were going together? I wouldn't take it personally. We've been going together since freshman year. It's tradition at this point."

The saleswoman returned from the back of the store, a garment bag in her hand. "Well, I've gotta run. See you around!" She pranced off, her vanilla perfume lingering in the air.

"She seems nice. I'm so glad you're making friends here, honey.”

"Oh, yeah. She’s the best." If your mom heard the sarcasm in your voice, she chose to ignore it. "I'm going to try on the black one," you huffed, heading back into the changing room.

It wasn't like going with Rafe to Midsummers was in the realm of possibilities anyway, so why was it bothering you so much that he was taking Phoebe? Either way, there was nothing stopping you from making Rafe wish it was you on his arm instead. Petty wasn’t usually your style but something about the memory of Rafe’s lip on your neck being fresh in your mind made all rational thoughts go out the window. Game on Phoebe.

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When he sees me

Word Count: 1400

Summary: Empriss prepares for her first date with Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC, Steve x Fem!OC

Warning: Fluff and singing!

A/N: (If you do not like singing in one-shots then read something else!) When I wrote this one-shot when I obsessed with the song . “When he sees me” from Waitress the musical.😆 so link to the song right here so you can listen to it while you read!

https://youtu.be/-H-uxwvJT2c

Empriss sat in front of her vanity nervous while Hermione curls her hair. Bucky had Steve to help him ask her on a date. They had been liking each other for a while but never had the nerve to ask each until he did.

"Are you nervous bestie?" Emma asked while working her magic.

"I stick with real things, usually facts and figures. When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game. Guess what?" Empriss sing basically rambling not wanting to admit she was.

"What? Empriss answer the question. It's a simple one!" Hermione stated grabbing another piece of hair to curl it.

"I don't like guessing game, or when I feel things before I know the feelings. How am I supposed to operate if I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date?" Empriss sing turning to look at Alexis. She rolled her eyes letting the last curl fall.

"Empriss you're overthinking. It's just Bucky, this maybe the chance for you to get to finally know each other!"

"With a stranger who might talk too fast. Or ask me questions about myself. Before I've decided that he can ask me questions about myself." Empriss cross her arms over her chest. She stood up going to her closet.

"He might sit too close or call the waiter by his first name or eat Oreos. But eat the cookie before the cream." Hermione mocked jokingly so Empriss could hear how crazy she sound.

But Empriss thought she was finally understanding what she was thinking about. "But what scares me the most. What scares me the most?"

"Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?" Empriss sing holding up a dress. Hermione tilt her head examing it but she doesn't like it so she shake her head no.

Empriss throws it behind her grabbing a couple more to try on. She wanted to pick out the best dress for him. "If when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that."

"So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind. This way I get the best view. So that when he sees me, I want him too." Empriss sing confidently picking up the perfect dress. She shakes it in excitement then walks over to the bed.

"Dawn, don't you think you're being a little, I mean maybe just a tad." Hermione trailed off not wanting to call her crazy. Hermione phone dinged signaling that Steve texted her. "Steve said they're back in the building! Put a little pep in your step bestie!"

"I'm not defensive! I'm simply being cautious, I can't risk reckless dating. Due to my miscalculating."Empriss sing sitting in front of the vanity again. "While a certain suitor stands in line I've seen in movie. Most made for television."

She used her talents to do the best makeup look. "You cannot be too careful, when it comes to sharing your life. I could end up a miserable wife."

Bucky held the red roses bouquet in his hands nervously. "What if she doesn't like me Steve? What if she doesn't like my arm or how I eat or something. What-"

Steve cuts him off, "It's going go good Buck. I know Empriss personally, she doesn't judge people."

"Okay Steve, I'm going to take your word on it. Is she beautiful?" Bucky wondered since he haven't seen what she looked like yet. Steve pat a hand on his shoulder smirking.

"Beautiful as ever."

"Emrpiss you're killing me. Bucky is the best person I've ever known. He's so cute and super sweet." Hermione assured sitting on top of the vanity. " What are you so scared about?"

"Sorry girl, but he could be criminal, some sort of psychopath. Who escaped from an institution,somewhere where they don't have girls." Empriss sing letting her imagination run wild. Hermione sigh taking the brush from her hand so she could do upwards strokes on her face.

"He could have masterminded some way to find me. He could be colorblind. How untrustworthy is that? He could be less than kind." Hermione sing mocking her again. She leaned back once she was finished with the makeup. "Empriss I got to admit it. Your nervousness making you sound crazy."

Empriss rolled her eyes continuing. "Or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes and make me laugh, come out of hiding. What do I do with that?" She sing somberly fumbling with a makeup brush. Hermione lifted Empriss face so their eyes could meet.

"Empriss this is going to be the best date okay?" Be the confident best friend I know. This isn't going to be like what you had with little dick Tyler. Bucky's going to treat you so much better."

Empriss smiled and her eyes twinkled in excitement. She rushed to the bathroom with her dress in hand. Bucky and Steve arrived at the door. The winter soldier hand was held in front of the door so he could knock until he heard the girl's inside.

"Why aren't you knocking?" Steve asked confused and Bucky held a 'shh' then pointed at his ear then at the door. Both guys placed their ear again the door so they could hear better.

Empriss twirled around in her outfit happily, "Oh, god what if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can't close it?" She grabbed Hermione’s hands they both giggled dancing around the room.

"What happens then? If when he holds me, my heart is set in motion I'm not prepared for that. I'm scared of breaking open." Empriss sing hitting a high note. "But still I can't help from hoping."

The music get softer and Emrpiss fall back on the bed, "To find someone to talk to,who likes the way I am. Someone who when he sees me....Wants to again."

Hermione clapped at the beautiful song that she sing, "You're voice is amazinggg!! They should be here any minute, ready to go?"

Empriss nodded her head, "That's you with the beautiful voice bestie. I'm ready!" She gets up from the bed grabbing odds and ins to take with her. Bucky was blown away by her amazing voice. He knocked on the door and in a matter of seconds Hermione opened the door.

"Hi Bucky! Hey baby!"

"Hey Hermione." Bucky smile. Steve leans down giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Hey baby."

Empriss walked over standing beside Hermione. Bucky mouth was agape from her being totally different from what he thought of. "I'm um- uh-."

He stuttered over his words blushing and Steve helped him out like a good friend would. "This is Bucky, my best friend."

All Bucky could do was hold out her flowers towards her which she happily took. "My name is Empriss and Thank you Bucky! These are beautiful." She stands on her tippy toes placing a kiss on his cheek. "I prefer hibiscus flowers but roses are my second fave."

"I'm glad you like them." Bucky smiled looking her lovingly. Hermione took that as a sign that they needed to leave.

"Well me and Steve are going to have dinner with Tony and Lori. See y'all when y'all get back! Have fun!"

Everyone bid goodbyes and it was just Empriss and Bucky left. She was putting the flowers in some water.

"Where are we going for our date? I wanna know if I'm too dressed up."

"Oh we're going to a restaurant and if you didn't mind, afterwards I was going to take us go the beach."

"I love the beach. Let me grab a swimsuit and we can go." Empriss smiled which hooked Bucky on. He bit his lip fighting every temptation to kiss her.Unknowingly to him, she wanted to as well. You only live once so fuck it.

Empriss grabbed his shirt placing a passionate kiss on his lips. Bucky grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. He deepen the kiss as his hands guides down to her ass, gripping it. The both pulled back with smiles on their face.

"I'm going to enjoy this date with you."

"Me too. I like it already."

———————-

Hermione is @kalopsia-flaneur 💞

I hope you guys enjoyed it.

I thought this was really cute and corny.

Stay slutty my friendsss 😉

#bucky barnes fluff #captain america #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #steve rogers fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x black oc #marvel #bucky barnes one shot

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: Mild violence and blood some angst or is it whomp?

A/N: This one was a fun write. I need to thank @robertsheehanownsmyass for being my sounding-board, always, and for helping me with ideas!  Chapter 1: God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman can be found here

Chapter 2: The Fairytale of New York

It's not that Violet meant to kill Nathan. Yet here she was, at 4:30 in the morning holding him on her apartment floor while he bled to death. Her lips brushed his freezing forehead as she adjusted his head in her lap.

Not very long before the murder, Violet woke with a start when she heard a door slam. She was drunk still from the never-ending fishbowl drinks bestowed upon her after the win. Brain fuzzy and the room spun as Violet got to her feet and rummaged through the nightstand.

She desperately searched for a missing piece and her kitchen knife. Was someone meant to be with her? Her body screamed with booze and adrenaline as she held the knife aloft venturing into the hallway.

Violet made her way to the living area. A throb grew in her ears that deafened the silence of her apartment. The night flashed before her eyes as her head swam.

How the liquor filled her goblet with just a point of his long finger. Which he told her wasn’t necessary. Just thinking about it often worked. Like how he thought the scantily clad shot girl could use bigger tits, so they inflated a size or two. The dude bro that wolf whistled at Violet and slapped her ass as she walked passed, his tongue literally fell out.

“It's MY job to sexually harass women, NOT yours!” he yelled over the techno. Then casually tossed the body part in the horrified man’s direction. “What's a matter,” he pouted his lips in a kiss, “Sexy bitch got your tongue?!”

Violet furrowed her brows now as she rubbed her pulsing temples. Had they danced? Out in the middle of the crowd, his hands on her waist as she leaned back into him. Both gyrating rhythmically to some rave remix of an 80s song.

“You are the weirdest shaped guy I've ever met!” Violet had shouted. “Like a muscular-armed stick bug”

The strobe lights flashed across his face as he strained to grasp this as an insult or compliment. Instead he took a chance and kissed Violet's neck. She let him.

There was, Violet remembered now, flirting in the back of a cab. She told him drunkenly he had Irish eyes and a green smile.

“No,” she shook her head and laughed. “Green eyes and an Irish smile?”

He laughed but smashed his face into Violet’s. His kisses were wet, sloppy. Too eager and childlike for someone in their twenties. Violet pointed that out as she wedged a hand between his face and her.

“Christ who taught you how to kiss?!” her hand squeezed his cheeks so that his mouth formed an O shape.

“M’maffs teach-a in yee-ah four,” he muffled.

“Your fourth grade teacher French kissed you?!”

“No!” he giggled “Year four, it’s. I was fifteen.”

“That's sexual assault!” Violet cried.

“Aww only if you don't want it to happen.” He tried to push his mouth into her again, but she literally ducked out of his way. Defeated, he gave up and the rest of the ride was silent.

Back in the present. Out of nowhere from behind, “Hey do you have any blank-”

It was quick. Shocking how easy it was to stab Nathan through the heart. How fate helped Violet sink the knife so deeply into him that her breasts met his bare chest before either understood what was going on.

Nathan’s lower jaw hung open as he started to grunt in pain. A dark pool of blood poured around the weapon. Stark contrast to his pale olive skin. He swayed but steadied himself on Violet’s arms. His demeanor changing instantly from panic to acceptance and his body relaxed.

Violet’s hand still around the knife as a lump formed in her throat. She scrambled out of his grip, sobs and pleas of forgiveness wracked her body as she struggled to find her phone.

“I've got.. to.. to.. to.. Call 9-1-1. It was an accident. Nathan. I'll get someone here-”

“NO!” he bellowed. “No, it'll be ok. I'll..” he winced. “Come back.”

“From what?! I STABBED YOU!”

“Death, sweetheart.” His Irish accent makes the A R sound like the word “Air.” “I've been stabbed in the heart (h-air-t) by women before, but I've never been..” Nathan gesticulated to the knife in his chest.

“ARE YOU MAKING A FUCKING JOKE?! YOU'RE DYING! Oh my God,” Violet’s knees began to buckle but she caught herself on the counter.

“I'm immortal. Christ t’is fucking hurts.” Nathan struggled to breathe. “Was impaled twice. Beat t’death once. I'll be good.”

He continued, “C’mon Vi, give us a hand,” he instructed. His shaking hand unable to grip the hilt of the knife protruding from his chest. “I'll die quicker this way. be back half past or so”

It was so matter of fact. “Pride goeth before the fall” Violet thought.

A cheeky grin deepened the dimples in Nathan’s cheeks as Violet took the carving knife out of his chest. Blood had spilled unexpectedly down the corners of his lips while he slid down the wall. Violet tried her best to catch him. To soften the blow between man and hardwood, but Nathan folded like the scarecrow coming off his pole.

Even more present:

“Joyeux Noël, Violet. You've Committed your first involuntary manslaughter.” Warm tears poured down her cheeks onto Nathan’s face.

Her legs were sticky with his coppery blood, but she kept marveling when her world soon grew quiet without his smart mouth and witty retorts. There was only a faint gurgle of blood that filled his mouth and lungs. How beautiful Nathan would always be to her in this moment because immortality was for vampires and mythology.

She would never forgive him either. It took longer than Nathan insisted, heart still pumped dark crimson into her hand used as a piss-poor tourniquet. But the beating slowed to a stop as Violet absently combed her fingers through his thick hair to soothe her exhausted body into a fitful sleep.

This time it was the heady smell of eggs and sausage that roused Violet from her sleep.

There was humming and singing in a language she didn't know as someone rattled about in the cupboards.

One hand over her eyes, head felt like someone bashed it repeatedly with a drumstick, she came to life. Her mind grabbed at flashes of kisses and a knife and Nathan being dead. The hallway, but this was her couch?

Suddenly she sat straight up, “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!” Violet's hands and bare thighs were caked in dry blood. She flew off the couch and went to Make it down the hall to the guestroom. But instead she slipped and fell in the coagulated mess on the hardwood floor

“Aw yep,” a harsh Irish lilt quipped from the kitchen. “I meant t’clean that up before ya woke, but I wasn't sure where the supplies were.”

Violet simply laid down on her floor, defeated. “I killed you,” she whispered.

Nathan appeared above her. His shaggy hair fell across his forehead and the goatee and mustache Violet swore he had shaved was back. He consciously fumbled to button his dress shirt that she was certain he wasn't wearing as he lay in her arms.

“You were in your underwear. You were bleeding to death last night in your underwear only,” she sat up grimacing at her blood caked hair.

“I cleaned up the best I could. Told ye it would be half five when I came to. Didn't wanna leave ye on the floor, so I carried ye t’the sofa. Sorta did a bit o’the whore’s bath in your sink.” Nathan mimed washing his body, “Not really comfortable with the whole showering in a strange bird’s gaff without permission.”

Violet stumbled to her feet with Nathan’s help. His reflex to catch her as she slid again in the mess was quick. Their chests pressed together again. His skin against hers as she clung to the seams of his shirt to balance herself. Violet's face flushed. From a hangover or how warm Nathan was. Alive.

“I ran you through with a carving knife. You died in my lap. You turned ice cold and had purple lips and I thought to myself how many times I asked you if you ever shut up.”

“Only when I'm dead,” Nathan absently stroked her hair. Large hand gently rubbed her back and took a chance at getting a squeeze of her ass.

Violet ignored what Nathan did and refused to look at him. Not in those ever changing eyes anyway. Instead she placed her hand flat on Nathan's smooth, if not slightly stained, chest. No gaping wound, heartbeat steady.

Violet's own heart pounded in her ears as the adrenaline from touching him raced through her veins. There was no denying that he was just as beautiful alive.

And no denying that Nathan eagerly tried to crash his mouth into hers, but Violet swerved. “Are those my underwear!?”

Nathan stepped back to pop his shirt up and push his own backside in her direction. “Mine were ruined,” he rubbed himself and bit his entire bottom lip. “Oi they're soft and make my ass look great.” He slapped it for good measure.

“I like you better dead"

Nathan sneered sarcastically and rolled his eyes. His lips moved with no sound coming out but baby babble. "See if I make YOU breakfast again!”

A hot shower and clean clothes later, Violet climbed onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. Her houseguest sat a plate of food and a mug of tea in front of her

“Found some peppermint. Mum says that helps with a hangover.” Dimpled grin before he turned around to finish cleaning up her kitchen.

“Oh,” Violet was taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “Thank you,” she meant it. “Hey! You’re not using magic.”

“Nooo. I'll use it sparingly until I have to give it back. Been right fucking fun while it’s lasted.”

“You’re cleaning my kitchen.”

“Yeah? If you tell us where some brushes and such are, I'll clean the floor next.”

Violet felt a pleasure seep into her bones as she sipped the hot tea. It was nice to have someone to look after her for once. She had time to really watch as Nathan scrubbed the pans he used. She took notice of him biting a cuticle or chewing skin off his lip as he carefully searched her drawers for a towel. He flitted about kind of like a hummingbird; never staying still long enough between tasks.

“Nathan you don't have to do any of this. I know it's just a layover until you're back in London. I The situation isn't exactly ideal. Now that I murdered you, isn't it fucking weird?” Violet questioned around a mouthful of food.

He faced Violet while drying the dishes. “Nah. Been killed loads of times. Impaled twice. Sewer pipe. Metal picket fence. Then had my head bashed in. Stabbed in the heart by a beautiful girl who is a bit dodgy about me kissing her is tops now!” A bright smile crept across his face.

“why are you cleaning then?”

Nathan scratched the back of his head in thought, “Well, so ye don't have t’remember I was ever here.”

Violet’s mouth hung open but she closed it quickly. “Who the fuck would ever want to forget you?” She started to laugh, “I watched your anger literally explode in hundreds of rabbits. I probably drank a hundred bucks of liquor for free. You took a guy’s tongue out for slapping my ass. And you're..”

Nathan leaned on the island top with his chin in one hand, “Immortal?” He wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

“An Irish prick,” Violet cocked her own eyebrow in return. Nathan pouted.

“I've gotta go to the casino. I know someone in the back of the house who found all of your shit. Please just stay here. Can you do that?” She got up to get a bucket and cleaning supplies from the closet.

“Do you know how many movies start with someone saying don't move?!” There was a gleam in his bright green eyes.

“Nathan, I mean it!” she commanded from the bedroom. “I have to go Christmas shopping too. Jesus it's Christmas eve.” She hobbled back into the living room trying to pull a shoe on.

“Fine. But if I find porn anywhere and have a wank out of boredom, that's on you lady!” He mimicked masturbating in her direction.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust as she threw on a leather jacket. “Grow up.”

“Tried that. She ran away with all the money, and I went to prison. When do I meet mum and dad?” shit-eating grin

“They're dead.”

Nathan’s face fell. For once he was momentarily speechless. “My step-dad’s a dog.”

Violet's hand was on her doorknob, but she paused. “Wait.. Like cheats on your mom dog?”

“More like turns into a naked Jack Russell at night with his massive cock out all over town.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“So much. T’anks for asking!” Nathan grabbed Violet by the wrist. He spun his finger in a circle ever so slightly. “Just a bit o’ Christmas magic before you go?”

Violet gasped as a sprig of mistletoe manifested itself above them. A bough of pine spread on either side of the doorway wrapped in tinsel. Little white lights started to twinkle from inside.

“Nathan, it’s beau-” but Violet was interrupted by his mouth covering hers again.

He was softer this time as his hands gripped her waist. His tongue gently slid into her mouth and Violet accepted it. Her body relaxed into him as their lips moved on instinct. But she found herself as quickly as she had gotten lost. She managed to wedge her hands between their bodies so she could push herself away.

“No. Nope. We can't do this. You're leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'm not a fucking Hallmark Christmas movie.”

Nathan brushed his nose against Violet's forehead, “I think it's too late for that.” But she turned abruptly and left him cold by the front door.

“Make yourself at home, okay?” Was all she shouted from the other side of the door.

#robert sheehan #nathan young #nathan x violet #lord of chaos #robert sheehan character fic

[composerofshibuya]

Alright, long post about TWEWY The Animation Episode 1 Underneath!

MY BOY. THERE. IN THE ANIMATED FLESH. I love the style. I love how distinctive everyone is, and how true-to-the-game it looks. I think they translated still images into animation beautifully. And, if in the end it remains shallow, at least it's pretty. I can't to see Joshua.

Alright. So, overall, it was good to okay. I had goosebumps when Twister started playing. The music truly ties my emotions to this game in a delightful way. I hope they'll incorporate more into the show. Let's dig into the good stuff first!

1) The animation. It's crisp, it's fun, it's the game to a t. I think they really hit it out of the park with it.

Look at that classic Shiki pose! I love how they incorporated so many elements of the game into the show.

Sprinkled throughout the episode you can see the different names and symbols of the brands. I thought this was a very clever way to tease them and make them present for fans of the game, without being overwhelming to anyone new. Additionally, I doubt that they'll be important at all in the animation - I don't see them playing dress up haha.

2) The music - this is actually both a pro and con. I love the elements of the Game in the Animation. Overall, I think they blended it very well. However, I hate the version of Twister they picked for the opening, and I really hope they change it up episode-to-episode. It's probably one of my least favourite versions of Twister and it's just... not a pump up version of it. Ultimately, I'd rather the original.

3) Introduction of characters - I have some complaints about this, which I'll get into later, but overall I was happy with how many they introduced and how they introduced them. They defined their personalities (Beat, my fave himbo, Kariya and Uzuki them lazy mischievous Reapers, etc, Neku being a Lonely Boi). I thought the established them well, if not fumbling things in other places.

4) Design of noise: Fuck, they're beautiful and dangerous. I love how they've taken these flat 2D characters and turned them into something a little more dynamic. The colours are great and bright, and I didn't think I'd love them. I'd serious get art of these guys!

Also the "static" as they appear/disappear I thought was nicely done.

5) I like how playful the show is despite the dark themes. It let's itself be fun:

WLIKE WE SYNCED UP, EH???

Okay, now... some negatives. As much as I enjoyed episode one, boy howdy do I have some criticisms, and as far as these go they're pretty common for adaptations. I recognize my bias as someone who loves the game and has poured a lot of time into it, but I still am kind of worried.

1) Pacing + Character Development: WOW THREE DAYS IN AN EPISODE. That's a rush!!! That's so much crammed into one episode. The characters never get to breath and be defined beyond that initial introduction in a way. As I said earlier, it never let's the horror of the situation set in. I understand there's a huge difference between games and animation as mediums, and I also get that adaptions will always lose something that another form really embraces, but the big thing to me about this game is loss and time. There are periods of silence where characters stand and sit with their thoughts. The Animation gives them no time to deal with that and I think a lot of weight and beauty is lost through this. I'm coming at this as a person who knows the future - I've played the game - but the game was never subtle with foreshadowing, and frankly this episode had none. Shiki never checks her phone. She's never reserved. She's 100% genki girl. And that's a little tragic if you know her story. Neku doesn't ponder his lost memories - he isn't given time to! - and we don't get to see how much this bothers him. Beyond the first few Noise deaths, it doesn't feel like the, put bluntly, fucked-upness of the Reaper's Game ever gets a chance to settle in.

2) I didn't have high expectations for pin utilization or brands. I love how they've blended the pin symbols and the use of them onto the screen as Neku activates his psychs (occasionally).

However, my big complaint is there's really no explanation of what they are or how they're activated or even the fact that Shiki couldn't use them (although I do love how the animation shows her fighting with Mr. Mew <3). This isn't a problem per se, especially as it's a major game mechanic thing, but I would have loved to see some time dedicated to it. It's just such a big part of the game. Looking at the pin 777 gives Shiki he says it'll become useful/valuable depending on the future. So, maybe we'll see further development. Please please please have some Tin Pin Slam!!

3) As a direct result of 1 - this scene just didn't feel as !!! shocking to me. That being said, I still thought they did a great job with the visuals here. It was... okay. But again, I'm willing to admit that playing this scenario vs watching it is probably a huge factor.

4) I don't know how to say this, or at least put it eloquently, but I think the Animation really fell flat in the first episode. My Rule Of Anime is if it doesn't catch me in four episodes, consider dropping it. As an outsider, I don't know how I'd react to episode one, but as an insider while I loved seeing something I love and am passionate about brought to life it just didn't hit right in so many ways. The characters were flat, the pace felt rushed, and while I care about the characters, I worry what I would think of them if I didn't have prior knowledge. Like Shiki looking at her phone. When that moment hit - when the game explained WHY - every time she was caught looking at her phone just hit me. Then, in future play throughs, I noticed it so much more. So, I worry a little bit.

Overall, I am a little diappointed - my hopes were waaaaaay too high - but I'm excited to see what comes next. As I've said, I'm hoping they're pushing through this to go more in depth later. If they don't develop the relationship between Shiki and Neku I just don't see the [Major Event] that happens in the future hitting hard emotionally. It feels like the story beats of the game are getting skipped over and I think it's the future detriment of the series. But! I'm getting ahead of myself. This is episode one! Lots to come.

I loved how the episode ended, sprinkling in bits of lore. I am excited.

Also, Minamimoto and Hanekoma are FINE AND DAMN, THEY LOOK AMAZING (tho Minamimoto looks... much younger than in game, he's still A++ he can SOHCAHTOA me anytime whew).

And done! Thanks for sticking around <3 Let's all cry about this and the new Neo trailer together!!

#twewy #twewy anime #the world ends with you #the world ends with you the animation #spoilers #criticism #i liked it fine #the animation is beautiful #but i have Problems with how rushed it felt #also really WHY THAT VERSION OF TWISTER

[xreaderbooks]

Come back to me 

Pair: 1940s! Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary: You’re in love with your best friend, Bucky, who’s going to war. You might’ve run out of time to tell him.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Fluffy/ Soft Bucky (yes It is that serious), Jealousy 

Masterlist

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You stomped your way into the diner ignoring all the stares coming your way. “When the hell were you going to tell me you enlisted?” You noticed he was trying to talk up some red haired girl, but you ignored her and continued giving him a knowing face with your hand on your hip, waiting for him to answer.  The smirk he had on his face while he was talking to the girl faded as his face paled. He cleared his throat attempting to recover. “Dot, this is my friend (y/n).” He ran a hand through his hair. “(y/n), can you give me a sec?” 

You rolled your eyes and made your way to an empty booth. You saw him as his friend kiss his cheek saying goodbye. Finally he sat across from you, avoiding your gaze. “Well, What do you have to say for yourself?” You asked.

“Listen Doll-” 

“No don’t ‘listen doll’ me, do you have a death wish?” your fuming, you would never admit it to him but you were hopelessly in love with him. When you were kids, Bucky saved your other best friend Steve from getting beat up by bullies, ever since then you were a goner. Little things that he did would make you question whether what you were feeling for him was just friendly.  

One night Bucky decided that he should take you out dancing; it was one of the many ways he showed you that even though he went out with other girls, you were his best gal. Platonically, of course.

You got all dressed up in a blue v-neck cocktail swing dress, your hair half pinned up and half down in curls, red lipstick topping it all. He was going to pick you up at 7 o’clock exactly and you were counting down each second, full of nerves. You pinched yourself every time you thought it was a date. cause it wasn't. was it? you’ve been dancing with Bucky multiple times but for some reason this night it felt special, momentous even. 

It was 7 o’clock on the dot when the doorbell rang announcing Bucky's presence. You swung the door open, rushing outside before any of your roommates decided to pester you both with questions on whether or not this was a date. Which you did not even know how to answer that yourself. 

“Gee Doll, didn't know you were that embarrassed of me” He was looking down, avoiding your eyes while scratching behind his neck. 

“Buck, you know damn well every time you pass by they-” You turned around finally after fumbling around your clutch for your keys and locking the door. There was a look on his face you didn’t want to mistake for awe, but you let yourself have this moment allowing yourself to assume there was a possible chance he might feel the same way, just because this one look that seemed similar to the one you give him everyday. 

“God, you look beautiful.” you heard him mutter under his breath, at that you smiled. “You don't look so bad yourself, Barnes.” you nudged him and shifted past him. 

~~~

When you made it to Buckys’ go to dancing joint you got a little anxious, you had a slight fear of crowds. Bucky knew that and as if sensing your anxiety, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. It made you feel safer, until the crowd got lighter the deeper you went into the place. Though Contact wasn't completely severed, as he still held your hand guiding you towards the dance floor. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh no, You know I can’t dance Buck.” He pulled you along, you still resisting. “Doll, What’d you think we were gonna do when I said I wanted to take you dancing?” He gave you an amused look. 

You huffed “Fine, but if I step on your toes, don’t say I didn't warn you.” You settled for a spot where you couldn’t bump into as many people, a French song (la vie en rose by Edith piaf) was playing, you were chest to chest, you hoped he couldn’t feel your heartbeat. One of his arms secured on your waist, your hand on his shoulder, both you and buckys other hand fit perfectly in each other. You swayed to the song, your head layed on his chest, you were happy you decided, if this was the closest you were ever going to get to him in a semi romantic way; you were happy. 

Once that song ended, and a new upbeat song started then that’s where disaster started; Bucky was going to teach you how to dance. He spun you around giving, you an encouraging smile, as you fumbled around trying your best to not make a fool out of yourself.

You began to get a little frustrated with yourself. The other couples being able to do the jitterbug dance as you struggled. Bucky was being patient nevertheless, he was amused even! ‘Damn him’ you thought ‘With his charming smile and ability to dance like no ones watching.’

“And you said you couldn’t dance.” He laughed as you shot him a glare. “Hey, I'm proud of you. You've improved.” You shoved him playfully, hiding your smile.

He continued to attempt teaching you the simplest dances of your time; the charleston stroll, which you miraculously got the hang of. “There you go, Darlin’ you got it.” He laughed as you mimicked his movements. Luckily the dance he taught you easily fit with all of the songs that played making you enjoy the evening further.

Just as you were letting loose, jumping around with him, giggling. He stopped suddenly when the song shifted into another one. The mood becoming humorless. Eyes meeting yours. 

“(y/n), you know I would always come back to you right?” Grabbing your hands in his. 

You were confused why he asked that but answered anyway. “Y-yeah Buck” Was he leaving you? Leaving somewhere? If he was, Where was he going? and Why? 

He pulled away slightly to look you in the eye. “I mean it, Baby, you’re it for me. In everything I do, I’ll always come back to you.” Your heart swelled and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You were so close, you could see the detail in his deep blue eyes. Your eyes flickered to his lips, for a second you thought his did too. Just an inch closer and your lips would touch. Right before anything could happen a blonde woman sauntered over to where you both were. 

“James? James Barnes is that you?” She questioned. You internally rolled her eyes. Of freaking course you were going to get interrupted by a past conquest, possible new one.

Bucky snapped out of whatever trance he was in, looked over to the woman and smiled. That smug look he gave all the women he was about to seduce. ‘Great. Just great.’ you thought. What was about to happen was really just in the moment of whatever speech he gave was about and you two weren’t just about to kiss, you convinced yourself. 

Steve showed up a little while later, saving you from third wheeling any longer. He said that Bucky invited him earlier but he was busy doing something so he told Bucky he would be a late. That made you feel worse. You finished your drink and ordered another one. 

When the night had ended and Bucky was walking you back home you asked him who that girl was, He responded that she was just a friend, nobody you had to worry about. That made you question what made him think he had to reassure that she was nobody...it’s not you were bothered or at least you hoped he didn’t notice if you were. 

And because you are you, you pried more “Well she must be somebody if you ditched me for her.” It was a joke, sort of. You tried to hide the jealousy in your tone.

"I didn't ditch you for her, doll, just needed to catch up with her is all.” you internally rolled your eyes.

“Like I don’t know what ‘catching up’ means.” He caught you armed and moved you to face him. 

“Hey-” He grabbed your chin between his index finger and his thumb to make you look at him, “She is literally just an old family friend who knew me when I was a kid. Guess she noticed I grew up.” 

Moving away from him and walking up the steps of your home you said, “Yeah, I noticed too.” 

~~~

He finally looked at you after you were done with your questions. “Steve wanted to enlist so I did too.” your face deadpanned. 

“Is he an idiot?!” you gained looks from other customers who were eating. “Is he an idiot?” you repeated in a whisper scream. 

“There’s a war going on (y/n), we can’t just sit here and do nothing.” 

“Oh don’t act all American patriot with me.” He gave you a serious look that probably meant you should stop talking. You didn't, you continued on and on about how things can go wrong, which of course it’s a war, what can one expect. This was all just so you wouldn’t say “I love you, Please don't leave me.” Your two best friends would go off and be heroes, while you’d- well you don’t know what you’d do. You got teary-eyed. 

“I know this is hard and me and Steve are practically the only family you have left but think about it like this-” He reached over the table to grab your hand, brushing his thumb over the back of it. “The quicker we go in, the quicker we get out. The war will be over and everybody’s happy.” He smiled. 

“Fine but before you leave we’re going dancing.” You smiled back. 

“That’s my girl!”

~~~

As promised you did go dancing before they left. The next morning you woke up in the same clothes you went out in. Walking into you bathroom and looking into the mirror you saw the mess that was your hair and face. Smudged with makeup that you slept in over night and hair in its usual nest that it becomes overnight. During your shower and brushing your teeth you recall the events of last night. 

The memories rushing back of the kiss or kisses you and Bucky shared. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Then a thought appeared ‘What if he doesn't remember?’ You were almost certain the only way Bucky would Kiss you is if he was blackout drunk so you decided you wouldn’t tell him what you remembered.

Later that day when Bucky came to pick you up for your mid-afternoon walks to talk about your plans and what you’ve already done that day. Kind of just to vent; the topic of last night hadn't come up. Not the part that you so vividly recollect at least. You decided to stick with the plan to not tell him, because if there was a chance that you were right about him not feeling the way you do about him, then you’d rather not know. 

~~~ 

A week had passed and the time has come for your best friends to leave. Waiting for Bucky to pass by your place your anxiety builds up, You were finally going to tell Bucky how you felt. It was perfect, you could tell him how you feel so if he rejects, you wouldn't have to face him again until he comes back, which by then you’ll be over it and it’ll be something you both could laugh about. 

Always punctual, Bucky walks up to you. Your breath taken from you as you take in the sight of him in his uniform. You both came a long way from the kids you were. 

“How you doin’ Beautiful?” 

“I’d be better if you weren’t leaving me.” Feeling awkward, not knowing what to do you crossed your arms. Which did nothing since he pulled your arms down, wrapping them around his waist and putting his around you. The embrace felt shorter than it was. Your eyes were soon filling up with tears when he let go. 

“Hey, hey, hey” Bucky wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I won’t be gone long, maybe a couple months, maybe a year.” You scoffed. “Think about it like this; you needed knew friends anyways.” 

“Buck-”

“No listen (y/n), you can’t waste your life by sitting around waiting for me and Steve to come back home when there is a possibility that we aren't.”

“Why are you saying it like it’s a definitive thing.”

“Because it might be and I love you too much for you not to live your life while I'm gone.”

“You love me?” You asked, your heart fluttered. That’s when he started stuttering and before you had time to think straight you blurted out: 

 “I am in love with you.” you paused, hoping he’d say something, you continued. “Have been for years now and I thought you didn’t feel the same way until last week when we were drunk and I remember we kissed. I didn't wanna mention it because I thought you didn't remember and you probably still don’t-” 

He cut you off by grabbing your face and pulling you forward to kiss you. “I remembered too. 

Breaking out of the kiss with your foreheads pressed together, realizing that he had to go, you say “Come back to me.” 

“I will. I promise.” He gives you one final kiss before finally leaving. 

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[enchanted-flowers]

How about something really sweet with the UF and SF bros? What if on their wedding day with their SO, the only family member their SO had was their elderly grandma who showed the skellies nothing but kindness and was already treating them as family? And then later during the wedding party when the grandma asks if the skelly liked the dress SO was wearing and when they said yes the grandma smiled and said "I'm glad my sleepless nights of making it didn't go to waste~" how would they respond? 0w0

Underfell

Sans

Red: At first, he hadn't really noticed that you didn't have anyone but your grandma come to the wedding, but that was mostly because he was so focused on you, and he was excited that he was actually getting married to you, finally! It was when he looked around at how small the crowd was, and saw your Grandma sitting right up front, that he realized that she was the only family member that had showed up, although his heart warmed a little when she waved at him and gave him a thumbs up. He liked her, she was a sweet ol' lady.  After the vows were said, and everyone was mingling, he made sure to go and talk to her, to make sure that he showed her the respect she deserved.  When she told him that she had spent many sleepless nights making that dress for you, he couldn't help but get a little choked up, as he looked at you, and how beautiful you were in that dress.  He asked her if she really made it, to which she giggled and told him 'of course!'. He was very moved, and talked to her until the next song came on, to which he asked her if she'd like a dance with him.  Flashing his famous toothy grin, and wiggling his eyebrows had her laughing and blushing like a young lady, but she accepted, and you watched the two of them lovingly as they danced across the floor.  This was only one of the ways your new Husband thanked your Grandmother for making the day the two of you shared very special.

Papyrus

Edge: As usual, Edge had wanted to take you to a bridal shop and spoil you on whatever you wanted.  You only bought one thing, and that was a tie for him that matched the color of the dress your Grandmother was making for you. You had told her the color you wanted, and she set to work. He was a little put off, and you told him that he just had to wait, because once he saw it, he would love it. He doubted it.  When the day came, you didn't see each other until the ceremony, but as he walked up the aisle, his eyes grew wide as he starred at you, in your dress. It had many floral patterns stitched into it, and it was your favorite color, which matched the bouquet you were holding, the flower chest-pin he was wearing, and the tie you had bought for him.  By the time he was standing across from you, his cheeks were alight with a bright red blush, as he looked at you, from your eyes, to the dress, and back to your eyes. "You're beautiful.." He whispered, making you blush and smile, before you both said your vows.  Afterward, you took him to see your Grandmother, which he insisted he had to see right away, and he had picked one of the flowers from the wedding tables bouquet - a rose - and had bent down on one knee while extending his hand out with the rose in it.  "I would like to thank you from the deepest wells of my Soul, M'lady, for you have not only made our Wedding day absolutely amazing, but you have made my bride look stunning in her dress, which.." he paused, searching for the words. "I did not think such a beautiful dress could be made by hand, that only a machine could make something so stunning, but you, sweet lady, have made a dress that people only dream of having..  I sincerely thank you for everything you have done."  You were moved to tears at how sweet he was being, and even more so when your Grandma told the both of you that she had spent many sleepless nights working on the dress, and was happy she finished it in time for you.

Fellswap

Sans

Razz: Although Razz wasn't too fond of humans - he found them to be annoying and bothersome - he really liked your Grandma. They had spent time cooking together, she taught him how to knit and crochet, and she was even teaching him how to drive.  They always had a blast together and he brought out her wild, younger side.  So today, on your marriage day, he was very happy to see her in the front row, waving excitedly to him as he waited for you to walk down the aisle.  When you finally did walk down the aisle, and stood in front of him, his eyelights were blown wide, as he stared at your beauty.  Where on earth would you have gotten such a beautiful dress...? After vows were said, and the two of you had a few minutes to yourselves, he couldn't help but run his fingers against your sides and belly, feeling the different patterns sewn in there. He was about to say something about it, when he was interrupted.  "I see you like the dress!" your Grandma said, causing you both you flinch.  You smiled, and Razz turned around to look at her. "Did.. Did you make this...?" He asked, and she laughed a little. "Yes. It took me quite a few days, and many sleepless nights.  I'm glad that you like it~" she said, making your new husband go blue in the face.  "Like it..? I LOVE it! It's beautiful!  ...Not as beautiful as your Grand daughter but..." He said with a sly grin as he looked at you, and gave a loving tug on the collar he had made you wear since the first day you started dating.

Papyrus

Pup: He was so nervous about being in a crowded room, but knew you were already inside, and was outside having a smoke, when your Grandma pulled up.  She told him off to smoking, to which he apologized for, and then he offered her his arm to help her inside, and to the front row. The two of them were friends, in their own way, which was good.  As you walked up the aisle and stepped in front of your groom, you could tell he was nervous, as he was visibly shaking, but his face was bright orange with a blush. Cute.  You took his hand in your own, hoping to help calm him down, and it did a little, although his eyes kept roaming over your body. "S-so.. Be-beautiful..." He stammered in a whisper, smiling and making the light glint off his golden canines, his grip tightening on your hand. After you both shared your words of love and vows to each other, you shared a loving kiss -- which probably lasted a little longer than it should have -- and everyone clapped and cheered for you, and ever sent a few catcalls when your new Husband tried to deepen your kiss, and you finally had to break away and whisper a sharp 'not here!' to him, getting a tiny 'oops..!' from him in return.  When it was time to mingle a little with your guests, you took the chance to dab the sweat away from your lover's brow, as he had started to sweat nervously, when your Grandma showed up behind you, startling both of you with a little 'boo!'.  You told her off (in a playful way) that she was as bad as Pup for showing up out of nowhere like that, like a teleport, and scaring the pants off you.  She ignored you, watching your groom as he fumbled and fidgeted with your dress. She asked him if he liked it, to which he stammered a quick 'Yes ma'am!' followed by a slower, quieter 'I love it and think it is absolutely beautiful... a stunning treasure to never let go of.'  To which she smiled and laughed a little, making Pup blush more. "I'm glad you think that..  It makes all the sleepless nights I spent making it that much more worth it." she said, and once it registered that she hadn't been sleeping, or probably eating or anything, both you and your husband had tears in your eyes, ready to slip down your cheeks.  You didn't even have to mention it to each other, Grandma was coming over to your house, and you guys were going to treat her like a queen for at least a week. 

~Mod Foxy Senpai

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[ponyregrets]

Omg I didn't know I needed this, but I NEED IT!! “i thought you hated me but i just accidentally sent you a booty text and you accepted and i am seriously considering it” au

this is rated M for Mature 

Bellamy’s first mistake was not deleting Clarke’s number from his phone. That was what Miller told him to do, and he knew Miller was right, but there was just something so final about deleting her phone number. And then if she ever got in touch with him, he wouldn’t even know about it.

His second mistake was, therefore, letting Miller change Clarke’s name in his phone from Clarke to DO NOT CALL THIS NUMBER, which was a good idea in theory, but hasn’t really helped in a lot of ways. He’s never been tempted to call Clarke, has always known that was a shitty idea, so when he sees the number, all it does is remind him that he wishes he could call her, and that he hadn’t fucked it up so badly.

The third mistake is deciding to text Echo to see if she wants to hook up, because, really, he doesn’t want to hook up with her again, he’s just kind of drunk and kind of mopey and in the mood to make some bad life choices. He’s not even really expecting Echo to take him up on it, but her shooting him down seems like the perfect ending to his mope fest of a night.

Which makes his fourth mistake not checking that he’s sending the message to the right person. It’s just that DO NOT CALL THIS NUMBER and Echo happen to be right next to each other alphabetically, and when he’s scrolling through only half paying attention while he plays video games, well. It’s a mistake anyone could make.

And he probably wouldn’t even have known he made it, if she didn’t text back.

Me: Hey, you busy right now?Want to come over?

DO NOT CALL THIS NUMBER: Are you booty-texting me?

He nearly drops the phone, staring in shock and horror at the notification as it lights up his display. There’s no good response to her question, of course; he can’t tell his ex-(semi)girlfriend, whom he’s still not over, that he sent her a booty-text meant for another girl. He could try to say he just wants to talk, or something equally inane, but he doesn’t really think she’d buy it.

And then she adds, Because honestly, I really need to get laid.

It’s something like deja vu, seeing that, because that was how they started. That was honestly all he thought they’d ever be, him and Clarke, just a quick fuck, nothing but one night of uncoordinated fumbling and then they’d be over. But they kept calling each other, kept having the actual best sex of Bellamy’s life, and then suddenly he realized he liked her, might even be in love with her, right in the middle of a fight about how he was tired of feeling like her dirty little secret.

If he’d just told her then, he might have been able to salvage it, but instead the fight had escalated, they’d both said shitty things and refused to back down, and when she asked what he fucking wanted from her, he said nothing, and it was over.

But apparently the sex is still good, in Clarke’s opinion.

He rubs his jaw, staring down at the texts. He needs to say something, and he’s honestly not sure what. If you’d asked him this morning, he would have said that he knew better than to sleep with Clarke.

He just also would have said that she never wanted to see him again. It’s easy to say you wouldn’t sleep with someone when you think there’s no chance it will ever happen.

Me: Same, yeahYou know where I live

DO NOT CALL THIS NUMBER: I do know where you liveSee you in like twenty minutes?

He is, not shockingly, an anxious mess of a person as he waits for her to show up. His first step is to change her name in his phone back to Clarke, because it would be very awkward if she somehow saw the other name. Then he does the dishes, tidies up the living room, makes sure his sheets are clean and his laundry is all in the hamper.

He doesn’t text Miller. He doesn’t text Clarke. He does sudoku on his phone and tries not to think about anything, and especially tries not to think about whether or not he’s capable of resuming a casual sexual relationship with Clarke. He’s doing it, so–he must be. There’s no other option.

It’s closer to thirty minutes when she does arrive, looking devastatingly gorgeous in a shimmering blue dress, with her hair swept up in en elaborate twist. She must have just come from one of her mother’s events, which makes sense. About 90% of the time when she initiated their hookups, it was to blow off steam after talking to too many rich people.

It still leaves his mouth dry, just the sight of her. She is, and always has been, fucking gorgeous.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi. Bad night?”

“Drinking alone while middle-schoolers beat me at Overwatch.”

“I thought that was a good night for you,” she says, with a small smile.

“Yeah, but it always makes me want to get laid to remind myself I can do something better than they can.” He wets his lips, looking her up and down again. “Party with your mom?”

“Yup. And she had a date for me.”

She says it carefully, and he knows exactly why. That was what they argued about before, Clarke’s mother’s insistence about finding her a significant other, his sudden irritation that she was acting like she didn’t have one, like the sex they’d been having hadn’t been bleeding into mornings wrapped up together or stretched out on his couch or hers, warm and companionable and everything he wanted.

This was such a bad idea.

“Man or woman?” he asks.

“Man, this time. Boring,” she adds, with a shrug of one shoulder. “Like always. I told her she just needed to stop, but–” She shakes her head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. That’s not why I’m here.”

“No?”

She steps right into his space, hands trailing up his chest. She smells like she always has, clean and warm, and he finds he wants to hold her more than fuck her, to pull her into his arms and ask if there’s some way they can recover this. If he can ever just get her back.

But she wants to get laid, so he tilts her chin up and kisses her instead.

He knows that some people won’t kiss hookups, but that’s always seemed like a waste to him. He likes kissing, and if he’s going to have random sex, he figures he might as well have random sex he’s going to enjoy.

Clarke’s fingers tense against the fabric of his t-shirt for a second, but only for a second. Then she melts into him, kissing back with the ease he remembers.

They always fit so well together.

She’s the one who starts pushing him toward the bedroom, almost at once, and he catches her arms so he can steady her, guiding her back without breaking the kiss more than is absolutely necessary.

“What do you want?” he murmurs.

“You,” she says, so quick it makes his heart skip. The addition of, “Inside me,” is late enough it feels like another sentence, like she’s adding it on because she realized just him was too much.

He really hopes that’s what happened.

“Yeah?” He slides his hands up her sides, finding the zipper on the dress. “Where do you want that to happen?”

Her eyes rove over him, greedy. He’s wearing jeans and an old t-shirt and his glasses, nothing special, but she still wets her lips, anticipation written all over her face, and he has to kiss her again. He can’t not.

“Bed is good,” she says, and when he pulls her zipper drown, the dress practically melts off her, pooling on the floor and leaving her in nothing but a strapless bra and nude shorts.

“Fuck, Clarke,” he says, and this kiss is greedy, hot and wet as his fingers remap her skin.

“That’s why you wanted me here, right?” she asks, and there’s just enough of a catch to her voice that he stops, pulls back. She’s watching him with something like defiance in her eyes, like she’s daring him to contradict her.

“I always want you here,” he admits, and this time she’s kissing him, wild and hot, and he falls into bed with her on top of him, her hands pushing under his shirt. He obligingly lets her tug it off, but then he catches her, tempers the next kiss into something sweet. “Seriously, Clarke, I fucked up, I should have told you–”

“You can tell me after you fuck me,” she tells him, grinning. “I promise I’ll still want to hear, I just–”

He grins back, undoes his jeans and kicks them off with his boxers. “You want to get laid.”

“I really want to get laid,” she agrees, laughing, and suddenly it’s just fun, all his stress evaporating when he sees the way she can’t stop smiling.

“Okay, yeah,” he agrees. “Let’s get laid.”

She gets out of her bra and he gets distracted with her breasts, like always, because they’re perfect and she makes the best fucking noises when he touches them. But she tugs him back up before he’s even settled in, catching his mouth again.

“All I’ve been thinking about for months is you fucking me again,” she tells him, and he files that away to deal with later too.

“Not playing with your breasts?”

“Bellamy,” she says, and he slides his fingers between her legs, groaning when he finds her already wet and eager.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

“I had a while to think about it coming over here.” She pushes back against him. “Please.”

He presses a quick kiss to her lips, rolls over to grab a condom and some lube, gets himself slick before he presses in. It’s the best kind of familiar, the kind he’s never going to get tired of, just Clarke, all around him, gasping his name as her fingers dig into his back.

She gets off for the first time with his mouth on her shoulder, sucking a mark there that he hopes will stay for days. And then she pushes him onto his back and rides him until they’re both on the edge, and they don’t come quite at the same time, but it’s close enough, as far as he’s concerned.

Clarke rolls off him and flops onto her back, breathless with giddy laughter. He rolls over so he can pull her into his arms, burying his face in her hair.

Her lips press against his chest. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“So, why did you actually text me?” He tenses, and she laughs. “I know you weren’t actually trying to get laid.”

“You really want to ruin the afterglow?” he asks. “We could bask a little longer.”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I’m–I should have just said that before but–”

“But we’re both stubborn dicks,” she says. “I know. I should have said something too. But–we said it now.” She pokes his ribs. “So tell me.”

“It was for someone else.”

To his unspeakable relief, she laughs. “Wow. So, you were trying to hook up with someone, just not me?”

“If I knew you were an option, I would have been trying to hook up with you.” He noses her hair. “I was pretty sure she was going to turn me down, I just figured I should put in the effort. Instead of just pining over my ex.”

“Am I really your ex if we broke up in a fight about labels?”

“If we broke up, you’re my ex.” His arms tighten around her. “If we get back together, you’re not.”

“Girlfriend,” she says. “Girlfriend sounds a lot better than ex.”

He lets out a long breath, closes his eyes. He hasn’t felt this good in months. “Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

#Anonymous