#it’s now 7am as I finish typing this and I have not slept

[alchemocha]

6am and I am thinking about sad stobotnik things

Thinking about the whole ‘doomed by the narrative’ trope but it applies to both of them. What if they realized, what if they had to face it or admit that despite everything, there was no winning for them. At best they live in denial and the cycle repeats. At worst they die trying.

Maybe there’s a brush with death, an experience far too close to the brink for comfort. Robotnik is the one having the crisis over it first. Not over himself, per say, but Stone. That one of these days he could lose him for good, that Stone could lose him for good, too. That they didn’t know how much time they had this way; doomed no matter what.

It hits him once, around Christmas one year, during the quiet after a holiday flavoured tirade about how nonsense the sentiments and festivities are. Notions such as loved ones and family. And he see’s Stone just humming around the base and setting up little decorations despite it. It’s like a chord striking his heart and it almost makes him panic. He’d never stopped to consider losing all of this—that he was blind to his own sentimentality for this closeness all along.

It’s not as manic or crazed as one might expect, when Robotnik instead nervously expresses to Stone that he wishes to… celebrate with him after all. Wishes to understand. Because the future is an unknown variable and he realizes he doesn’t want to lose his chance with Stone, to take something he always desired for granted when he finally had it. Stone is gentle. Thrilled about his change of mind, but gentle. The doctor is nervous, which was a rarity itself, and almost scared, which was even more rare. Stone can’t say he felt much different though.

Their work was dangerous, it was risks they knew going in, and truthfully he would accept whatever allowed him to remain by the doctors side until the end. So while they do enjoy this Christmas together, there’s a little while where they spend it in quiet, solemn solitude between them, and they talk about it. That things could end any moment; things could theoretically, blow up in their faces, despite all they do. Neither of them, at that point, wants to die before experiencing each other’s love, wholly. To be together and live while they can, together.

So that Christmas Eve, they spend it doing everything ridiculously corny and sappy they can, and each of them, finds that it’s the happiest they’ve ever been. Even if that ‘what if’ lingers in the backs of their minds—the edge of knowing your life could be over in a moments notice because the people you work for see you as nothing but a tool, and the fate you were served is somehow almost worse. The fights are still ongoing. Only growing worse.

And for the first time he could recall, Robotnik was overwhelmed by emotion. They kissed at the stroke of midnight, like it was their last, and he cried, a little bit—more like sobbed, really. That first escaping tear was the opening of the flood gates. He choked and sobbed, and hell, begged Stone to never leave him. He told Stone none of it mattered without him so why were they running to their inevitable executions?

When things were calmer, the two bundle up in front of Stone’s fireplace, with Robotnik in an ugly sweater and tucked between Stone’s legs. The night had already scandalized his dignity and closely guarded vulnerability, and who knew what the next week would bring, so he let himself be doted on; let himself be the little spoon and just… enjoy what he’d wanted so long. For once, the two of them felt truly happy in the moment, blissfully forgetting about the terror of an unknown fate ahead.

Maybe that time next year they’d both be gone. Maybe they’d be nothing but living ghosts of the past. So they’d seize each moment, just for the two of them.

#stobotnik #agent stone #dr robotnik #ivo robotnik #yes it’s august yes I’m still thinking about stobotnik and Christmas #it’s now 7am as I finish typing this and I have not slept #so I hope you at least find some enjoyment in my delirious stobotnik ramblings #I may have gotten carried away #and this isn’t even all of my thoughts on it theres sos o much #mocha writes #mocha rambles

[harlowsbby]

Fluff concept: Maybe Jack is having writers block in your home studio so you go and give him some words of encouragement 🥹

My baby love

“Where is he at?” You mumbled to yourself and looked at the time seeing it was almost 4 in the afternoon.

You’ve spent the entire day deep cleaning your house with Jack he said he’d be in the home studio for a few hours to finish up a few verses and unfinished songs but that was at 7am that morning.

You quickly finished platting your dinner which consisted of pasta noddles and meatballs, tonight was a easy meal type of night. Once you finished you went to the indoor studio Jack had built.

You smiled and traced all the pictures placed in the hallways. They were pictures of Jack and Yourself throughout the years and some of Jack with his family or You with yours. You stopped for a second when you came across your latest picture.

It was Jack standing behind you with his hands resting on your baby bump. You coo’d at the picture before placing your hands on your belly.

“We can’t wait to meet you baby girl.” To which she responded by a few kicks, you giggled and shook your head she was definitely going to be one smart cookie.

“Jack? Are you in here baby it’s dinner time.” You opened the door to the studio quietly just incase he was recording something.

“I’m over here baby.” His voice came from inside the booth. Once you made it fully inside you were met by a somewhat happy Jack.

His curls were a mess probably from him running his fingers through his curls due to him being frustrated. He looked as if he hasn’t slept in ages and he just looked overall drained.

“Hi baby how are my girls doing?” His attitude picked up a bit seeing you. When you were close enough he was able to place his hands on your belly before leaving a few kisses here and there.

“And what about my kisses? I am the one that’s carrying your little Princess for another four months.” You sassily spoke and tried your best to cross your arms over your chest but the belly in your way was preventing that.

“You know I couldn’t forget about my main girl now pucker up.” You puckered your lips out and Jack gave you a few pecks here and there before sitting back down again.

“What’s got you so stressed? And don’t say it’s nothing because I can see how tired you look.” You threatened him.

“It’s just I have to get this song done and sent to Drama and Neelam by tomorrow and I don’t know where I’m going with it, I don’t want to seem like some one hit wonder you know.”

His eyes grew teary, lately the blogs and articles have been calling Jack a one hit wonder or everyone’s favorite rapper as of last year. They’ve also stated how he’s quote on quote “disappeared from the scene.”

“Look at me Jack.” He sniffled but didn’t look up he hated whenever you saw him cry. “Jack please look at me.” You rubbed his back in small circles and eventually he looked up. His nose was red and his cheeks were a bit puffy.

You hated seeing him so upset especially since he’s been working himself out and trying his hardest. You knew him not winning any Grammys took its tole on him mentally but he’ll win one eventually.

“Jack, you’re no one hit wonder and I know lately you’ve been feeling a bit discouraged but trust me you can do anything you put your heart and mind to.”

Jack hated feeling this way but the pressure was on he wanted to make it known that he was here to stay and that he wasn’t some temporary rapper.

“You’re right baby.” You huffed “I know I’m right.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you and went back to writing some lyrics down but you stopped him.

“No you’re taking the rest of the night off you’re spending it with me because I’ve been missing you. I’ll text Neelam and tell her you need more time but for now you’re mine.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yes ma’am I’m all yours.” He saluted you and let you take him to the kitchen. The both of you ate in a peaceful silence after you were done eating he cleaned up and went to put a movie on for the both of you.

Jack sat behind you in the bed while you laid between his legs. The two of you were watching The Little Mermaid.

“I wonder if our girl is going to be a singer.” You sleepy asked Jack. “If she wants to be a singer I’ll support it but we’ll see what she’ll wanna be when she’s older.” You nodded and closed your eyes before dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

“Thank you baby for always taking care of me I appreciate you baby girl.” When you didn’t respond he sat up and noticed you were fast asleep, he chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ima love you forever my little love bug.” He finished up the rest of the movie and rubbed your belly the entire time. Once the movie was over he managed to tuck you into bed and fell asleep shortly after.

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[wayward-dreamer]

Leave It All Behind

Dean’s Lessons Part 4

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 1,736

Summary: Selected chapters from Life’s Lessons told from Dean’s POV. Scenes that you didn’t get his perspective on, or scenes that you didn’t see… now you can. This part takes place after the events of chapter 9 of Life’s Lessons, the Thanksgiving chapter.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief fight, that’s about it.

A/N: I know, it’s been a while. I’m really hoping to get back in the swing of things with the LL saga, and I just really hope people have stuck around for it and continue to, but I completely understand if y’all don’t want to. This part was a lot of fun to write, and something I was hoping to include in LL but it just didn’t fit properly, so here you go. As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my darling @evergreencowboy​.

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Dean jolted awake as his alarm blared loudly, fumbling to turn it off. He glanced to his side, seeing Y/N shift under the covers with a soft groan, before her breath evened out again and she went back to sleep. He cursed himself for forgetting to turn off the reminder to wake up at 7am, considering he had the day off as it was the Friday after Thanksgiving. He had no plans for the day, just wanting to spend it with Y/N as much as possible after the harrowing way her Thanksgiving ended. Her and Mark were most likely finished, at least he thought they were after everything she told him had happened at Mark’s apartment. He had blamed her for his own problems, and it had no doubt brought up some awful memories of her ex for her, so all Dean wanted to do was be there for her.

If he could find Mark and rip him a new one, he would, but there was no way Y/N was going to tell him where Mark lived.

Well, maybe she didn’t have to.

Deciding to make use of the time now that he was up early, he got out of Y/N’s bed slowly, being careful not to wake her. He smiled to himself as he remembered the night before, her asking him to sleep next to her because she didn’t want to be alone. He knew it was important to heal from the relationship with Mark first, but he was certain that this was the start of something incredible for them.

He walked out to the living room and picked up his jeans, pulling them on along with his jacket, tapping the pocket to check for his keys. Glancing around her living room, he knew he should leave her a note to tell he’d be back later and was glad to see a notepad and pen on the coffee table. He was in the home of a teacher, after all. He scribbled a quick note and ripped the paper off, slowly walking back into her bedroom, placing it on the pillow he slept on.

Mornin’ beautiful,

I didn’t have it in me to wake you up, but there’s some things I had to do this morning. I promise I’ll be back later, and we can hang out.

See ya tonight,

Dean

He smiled softly as he saw her body rise and fall with each breath, before he turned and left the room, walking to the front door and closing it behind him. He made his way across the street to his own home, opening the door and dropping the keys on the table near the door. Walking into his office, he sat behind the desk and pulled his laptop towards him, opening a new window. He bit his lip as he thought about how to start searching. Mark’s last name was Jenkins, and that was too common; he’d probably come up with at least five of them.

He also knew the man worked in advertising so that did narrow it down. He typed in “Mark Jenkins advertising” and found the company website and his profile, his picture making Dean’s blood boil. He looked at the address of the building, and then typed his name into the Kansas City directory. Sure enough there were five Mark Jenkins’, but he looked for the one who lived closest to the advertising agency, and the bar that Y/N had gone to for her birthday. He smirked as he found the one he was looking for, typing the address into the maps and closing the window, shutting his laptop. After a quick shower and change of clothes, he hurried towards the door and picked up his keys again, slamming the door shut behind him as he left.

He didn’t really care how early it was to make a house call. He needed to punch Mark Jenkins in his stupid face and give him a piece of his mind.

The day after Thanksgiving meant there was barely any traffic on the roads so early, knowing people would be out shopping later for the Black Friday sales. He sped down the highway, trying to figure out how he was going to approach things with Mark. As much as he wanted to hurt the guy, hopefully he wouldn’t have to if he showed he was sorry for the way he acted. If he didn’t, well then, all bets were off as to what Dean was going to do.

He reached the city after an hour, driving and turning through the streets as directed by the GPS voice. He pulled into the street parking right in front of the building, cutting the engine to the Impala. He got out of the car, locking it, before taking the stairs up to the entrance. He glanced over the names on the intercom, finding Mark’s name and pressing the buzzer.

“Yeah?” a gruff voice came through the speaker.

“Mark, it’s Dean. Winchester. Listen uh, we gotta talk, so can you let me in?” Dean asked, waiting for his reply.

“D-Dean? What’s this about?” Mark asked in return, his voice laced with confusion. But Dean knew better.

“I think you know, man. And unless you wanna have this conversation with your neighbors listening when they come down the stairs, I’d open the door, huh?” Dean reasoned.

The only reply he got was the buzzer going off, the door opening and letting him in. Dean took the steps two at a time as he went up to the third floor, finding it slightly ajar. He pushed it open, his eyes meeting Mark’s as soon as he stepped in, seeing the blonde-haired man leaning against his kitchen counter. Dean sauntered towards Mark, slowly, standing a few feet in front of him, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as his jaw clenched.

“If this is about what happened with Y/N, it’s really none of your business,” Mark stated, his voice rough and an octave higher than it needed to be.

He already had his defenses up, and Dean was going to have to put him in his place.

“It is when my friend comes home, in tears, because of the guy she’s been dating being a dick,” Dean countered, glaring at him.

“Hey, she’s the one who accused me of-” Mark started to argue but Dean cut him off.

“Look,” Dean took a step towards him, the scowl never leaving his face, “I don’t give a fuck about the specifics, okay? At least not from you, because there’s just no way I’m gonna believe you. You owe Y/N an apology, so just do it, and then you go on to be a disappointment to some other girl, okay?”

Mark stared him down, a glowering expression on his face. “Fuck you, man. And fuck Y/N. She wants to keep blaming me for issues when she’s been opening her slut legs to you or some other guy-”

Dean didn’t give Mark time to finish his sentence as he pulled his fist back, punching Mark across the face, the silver ring on his right ring finger cutting the blonde’s lip. He grabbed him by his t-shirt and turned him around, slamming him on the kitchen counter, holding him down.

“What the fuck?!” Mark yelled. “Get off me!”

“Say one more thing about her and I swear to god I’ll kick your fucking teeth in,” Dean snapped, his jaw tight with the anger coursing through him.

“I’ll press charges,” Mark threatened, his voice quivering, and Dean called his bluff.

“You really won’t,” he countered. “Because no matter how much you’re gonna deny it, you know the truth. So I suggest sending Y/N a message, telling her you’re sorry about being a dick and then end it with her.”

“So you can swoop in and take her, huh?” Mark asked, glancing up at Dean. “That’s the plan, right?”

One side of Dean’s mouth pulled up into a smirk. “There’s no plan.”

Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “Should’ve known there was something between you two.”

“At least I know a good thing when it’s right in front of me,” Dean stated, pushing his head harder against the counter. “Clearly an apology’s gonna do nothing, so now… you stay the fuck away from her.”

“Gladly,” Mark bit out.

Dean pulled Mark off the kitchen bench and pushed him against the wall, grabbing his shirt and staring him down, his scowl deeper than before. He knew it ultimately wasn’t worth getting into trouble for, so he shoved him back and stepped away. Without another glance in Mark’s direction, he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He hurried down the stairs and out to the street, getting into the Impala before he slid down in his seat, leaning his head back against the top of the leather bench. He let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he closed his eyes.

He had no idea whether Mark would call the police or not, but he was willing to bet he wouldn’t. The guy probably didn’t care enough, and it was his ego that was more bruised than anything else. Dean knew he couldn’t tell Y/N because she’d worry, and while he didn’t want to lie to her, he also didn’t want her to overthink this. Knowing he did have errands to do today, he would just have to cover up his little visit with some more truths. He’d tell her eventually, but not when it was so fresh.

Turning the engine on and hearing it roar to life, Dean pulled away from the curb, turning Baby back towards Lawrence.

Mark was out of her life for good, and she could move on now. Whether that was with Dean or someone else, it didn’t matter to him. He just wanted her to be happy, to be free of someone who couldn’t see how amazing she was. They were both free to make their own decisions about what they wanted now. He knew he wanted to be with her, and had known since the day they met. He thought that she felt the same, but he wouldn’t know for sure until they really talked about it.

All he knew for certain was they could leave everything else behind them, because hopefully, they were each other’s future.

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[365daysprocrastinating]

I cannot sleep. I am not feeling so good. My body feels so weak. I cannot describe the feeling tbh. I don't know if this is because of caffeine, the lack of caffeine lately, my sleep schedule, dehydration, or anxiety.

1. Coffee

Caffeine runs through my veins. I cannot not have coffee. I didnt have the energy to go downstairs lately so I haven't had caffeine when I need it lately.

2. Sleep

I haven't had a good night sleep lately. I cannot sleep unless mr. Sun is about to say hi. As long as the windows are dark, my body won't sleep. Yesterday, I slept at 7am because I filled out an application form. I had to make my answers for the interview questions in the form. I woke up 5pm and since then I am still awake and kicking and not feeling good since forever.

3. Water

I am not a good water drinker. My organs are probably crying which is the only water intake my body has. I do drink from time to time a mug full of water and that's it. I drink coffee more than I drink water and that is definitely not good and I am realising this as I type so I will not drink more water. Lol.

4. Anxiety

I have been anxious probably my entire life. I am anxiety's bitch. I am in no way, shape, or form that can still work right when anxiety is waving hello. I am, unfortunately, one with my anxiety right now and I am not happy about it. It is one of the reasons I cannot handle to do anything right now. I cannot even take care of myself.

My life has been a bitch lately... Well, ever since I graduated. To be honest, I am not even happy that I have a degree and graduated. I am happy that i'm done with school because it ate me up big time. I am depleted. I am lost. I am empty. Im just nothing. I finished college but college ended me. I am in the verge of a huge meltdown and I am trying to slow it down by doing something. I am ruined and I am trying to act as if I'm not. I smile but Im not happy. I am just a bleh. I cannot even remember what I did the day before yesterday. I was barely awake yesterday so I havent really done anything lol. I am just a bleep. My brain do not function. Even my body cant function well. Im just trying to act like I can. I am just alive. I am breathing. I am not living. I am just awake.

[queenbeean]

busy morning / chris evans

author’s note: this one is for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork thank you for helping me and giving me the idea💕

warnings: fluff, smut undertones (whoops), bad writing, not edited, i got carried away with this one and i apologise if i went from she/her to you/your

Y/F/B-S means your favorite band or singer

It was a little before 7am when Chris turned around to bury his face against her chest and all he felt were cold sheets. He huffed and instead buried his face against her pillow just to get something of her. Already he knew that he wasn’t going to be seeing or touching much of her that day. He tried making her scent lull him back to sleep but he knew it was futile. He needed to feel her skin against his, to feel her heartbeat match his, to hear her breathing and occasional snoring.

No matter how good he had slept, he was restless now. She was his addiction and he didn’t know what to do with himself. It wasn’t because he needed her to be attached to his hip all the time. He respected her life and independence and would never take anything like that away from her.

He was just feeling selfish that morning. It was Saturday, her day off, and he was expecting to spend the day with her, starting by waking up next to her.

Chris groaned and decided to stop being a crybaby. He had to remind himself that if it was up to her, she would be in his arms. So he got up from the bed, went to brush his teeth, wash his face and finally onto searching his babygirl.

Chris sighed softly at the sight of her. Y/N was busy clicking and typing on her computer at their home office. He thought she had said that she had finished her big presentation and project so she must have been editing for final approval.

His bare feet padded to the corner where they have a turntable and a wooden box full with vinyls. She must’ve been awake for at least an hour. The needle was on the middle, not touching her favorite record but it was still spinning so he knew how into her work she was that she didn’t even realise her music stopped. He searched through the vinyls and picked another one from Y/F/B-S, one that mostly had love songs. Since he wouldn’t be able to hear much of her, at least she would be able to listen to his feelings through both of her favorite songs.

Chris chuckled when Y/N started mouthing the lyrics.

“What the- Oh, I’m sorry, babe, did I wake you?” Y/N had a remorseful expression on her face and Chris sighed. He still couldn’t believe he had the most selfless woman as his girlfriend. Here she was thinking of him when she barely slept the night before.

“Yes and no, doll.” He walked to where she was and helped her up from her chair.

“Chris, I’m sorry but I need to finish this.” She winced at her words. She was choosing work before Chris when she promised herself she would never get to that point. Good thing she didn’t promise that to Chris or she knew he would give her an earful for even thinking that she didn’t give him his place when she always has.

Chris didn’t say anything. He just sat on the chair and brought her back down to his lap. “Just give me ten minutes with you and I’ll leave. You continue working, I just need to have you in my arms.” He murmured against her naked shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, so close to him that she could feel his steady heartbeat.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” She whispered in his ear.

Y/N could feel the hairs of his beard rubbing against her skin as he spoke. “Don’t be sorry, princess. You are in my arms now.” He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent from her neck.

She couldn’t help but shiver, her skin breaking into goosebumps. “I love you.” He responded by kissing her neck.

Y/N willed herself to get back to work. If she was lucky, she would finish it way before dinner, giving her enough time to make it up to Chris. She worked for around twenty minutes when she felt Chris’ grip on her waist loosen. She didn’t think too much of it for another ten minutes. But then she heard soft snores coming from him and she felt so incredibly bad. He should be in bed, resting. Not on her chair, with the possibility of his neck getting sore.

“Chris, babe?” She called softly as she intertwined their fingers. “Love?”

Her man awoke abruptly. “Shit, sorry. I’m distracting you and not helping you.”

“Chris, you are always distracting.” She giggled at his smirk. “But that’s not it. You are going to get sore muscles by sitting here. You should get back to bed.” She suggested.

“I can’t sleep without you.” He admitted. “I’ll get a start on breakfast. I was thinking cinnamon rolls?” Her stomach roared, making Chris laugh. “Cinnamon rolls it is. I’ll try to make them fast so my baby doesn’t die of hunger.” Chris teased.

“Thank you, baby.”

Chris kissed her for a few seconds before untangling himself from her, something he didn’t want to do at all. With one final kiss on the top of her head, he left her to work and prayed she didn’t overdo it.

First thing he did was set up the coffee machine. He had been so comfortable with Y/N on his lap that his body completely relaxed. Then he took out all ingredients he needed and got them in the oven around half an hour later. He was in the middle of preparing breakfast for Dodger when the pup walked in the kitchen. Dodger let out a big yawn and nuzzled his head on Chris’ leg before asking to be let out to the bathroom.

“Bubba, breakfast.” He called out to his pup and then an idea struck on his head. He was out on the patio as his head ran free with thoughts of what he could do for her and he knew it was the time.

Dodger ran inside and started eating eagerly. Chris took out the rolls and felt pride at the golden state of the sweet treats Y/N loves. He put two on a plate and filled her cup with the still warm coffee and added a bit of sugar and a bit of milk, just the way she likes it. After putting the plate and the cup on a tray, he took a sticky note and a pen and started scribbling.

‘Enjoy your breakfast, beautiful.

I want to remind you that you are amazing and you are going to kick ass on your project and everything you put your mind into.

I love you always

With all the love in the world, your dork and your bubba, Chris and Dodger x´

Before taking it to her, he went outside, hoping one of the flowers both of them have planted might have fallen. He knew she didn’t like to cut flowers. She liked seeing them grow and look beautiful in their natural state. God, how he loves that girl!

Luckily, there were two daisies laying next to the bushes. He took the pair and put them in a glass with a bit of water. He took the tray and walked to the office, followed by his shadow. As he got closer, he heard her voice on a conference.

“We got to be quiet, bubba.” He whispered to the pup. He peeked inside and frowned when he saw that it was a video conference. He had wanted to kiss her again, maybe even make out a little bit if she wanted to let out some steam. He instantly regretted the idea. He would only want more of her and he couldn’t be selfish with her.

Dodger stopped caring about his dad’s words and went to her side, nuzzling his snout on her thigh. Y/N immediately rubbed his fur, the place only she can rub as she continued talking. Chris made sure to be out of shot and put the tray on the far corner of the desk where there were no important papers or electronics. Dodger noticing that there was more food and she always snuck a piece for him, started playfully growling. Y/N didn’t seem to hear or wasn’t worried at least. But Chris still ducked and carefully dragged Dodger away from her.

Y/N felt so bad that she had been busy when Chris had been his usual sweetheart self. She didn’t even get the chance to greet Dodger properly. When she had woken up, the pup had been peacefully snoring away.

It took another ten long, long minutes of conference before it ended and she could start eating. And even then it took her almost an hour to finish the deliciousness Chris had prepared and she couldn’t even savour them properly. When she got a small break, she dashed to the kitchen where she heard noises.

“I know you want to be with momma right now, bubba but she is busy and we don’t want her getting mad at us now, do we?” Chris was sitting on the floor with Dodger sitting in front of him. The sight was adorable.

“You are going to make Dodger fear me if you keep threatening him like this.” Y/N teased and Chris stood up.

“Shit, baby, were we too loud?” Chris was concerned. Last thing he wanted was she getting called out for the noise.

Y/N didn’t answer and instead threw her arms around Chris and kissed him deeply. The man was shocked and stiff for a millisecond before moving his lips against hers, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other hand went to cup the back of her neck.

A rather loud bark made them pull apart from each other and laugh. “Sorry, bubba. You know you are still my number one boy.” Y/N promised him, having a tail wagging as an answer.

“Hey!” Chris lowly growled in her ear. “How come he is number one?”

Y/N glared at the man hugging her. “You want Dodger to sit on your face when you go to sleep for complaining?”

Chris chuckled, the deep sound resonating against her lips. “The only one I want sitting on my-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Christopher. There’s a child present.” Y/N hissed but the man still noticed how she shivered at her words.

“Well the child has cock-blocked me plenty of times, Y/N.” Chris mocked childishly.

“I think somebody else is the child.” Y/N scoffed.

“Baby, I’m all man and you know it.” He whispered huskily in her ear. “By the way, I love how bossy you get when you are working.” He nipped at her earlobe as one hand wandered past the waistband of her pants.

“Christopher.” Y/N warned as she tried prying his hand away.

“That’s the tone.” A pinch on her butt had her yelping.

Y/N stepped away from Chris and rubbed the stinging spot. “I hate you.”

“I love you too.” Chris closed the gap between them again and rubbed where her hand had. “Can I kiss it better?”

“Absolutely no.” She groaned when her phone pinged with an email. “I need to get back to work though.”

“Save those sounds for when we are alone later.” Chris whispered. “By the way, what time do you think you’ll get off work?"

Y/N sighed. "I expect by three or four. I promise I’ll make it up to you."

"Don’t worry about it but if you do, know that I won’t complain.” He winked.

“Is that all you think about?” Y/N asked as she stepped away from him again, readying herself to get back to work.

“You? Naked? Underneath me?”

“Christopher.”

“On top?”

“Christopher.”

“Against the-”

“Christopher!”

“Yes, baby, that’s all you say in my head.”

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #mine

[survey--s]

208.

Do you ever judge people based on if they believe in God or not? Yes. I mean, EVERYONE judges other people on things like that. But there’s a big difference between judging someone silently/privately and actually going on to act on those judgements.

Do you ever brush your teeth in the shower? Nope.

Has your printer ever stopped working at the last minute and you had a paper due the next day? What did you do? Yeah, so many times lol. I just e-mailed it to myself/saved it to a USB and printed it at school.

Are you sometimes scared to express your opinions in fear of what others might think? No, I’m not worried about what other people think, but generally life is easier if you keep things to yourself.

Do you have a girl that is strictly a friend that isn’t related to you that you can go to? Yeah, Stefi or Susie.

Have you ever painted your nails on only one hand, forgetting about the other one or getting side-tracked? Nope - how does that even happen? That would bother me so much, lol.

Have you ever tried sucrets? I have no idea what that is.

Would you date someone that smokes? No. I have done in the past (and Mike used to smoke) but I wouldn’t do it these days. The smell of stale cigarettes is just awful.

What about drinks? Drinking is fine as long as it’s in moderation.

Have you ever gone to one of those parties where everyone is falling around drunk everywhere? Yeah, as a student/teen.

Are you “the good guy”, or “the bad guy”, or somewhere in between? I think everyone is somewhere in between. Nobody is intrinsically 100% good or 100% evil/bad.

Do you ever erase the numbers off of surveys just because they annoy you? If they’re numbered incorrectly or questions are missing, yeah.

Person you like shows up at your house: you … We live together so I mean, that’s just a thing that happens everyday, lol.

Last person you talked on the phone with? My mum.

Do you think you will have the same best friend a year from now? Yes.

Do you have siblings over the age of twenty-one? I don’t have any siblings.

Will tomorrow be better than today? I have to work tomorrow and it’s supposed to rain so no, probably not lol.

What do you hear right now? The Big Bang Theory, my own typing and Purrlock snoring.

What was the last thing to go into your mouth? Pepsi Max.

Do you usually tell people when you’re mad at them? Yes.

Honestly, how is your heart lately? Happy.

Do you miss anyone? Not at the moment, no.

Are you waiting for a phone call? Nope.

If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? It would depend on which ex was saying it and what the reasons were?

What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? He is, so far as I know? I just pity the poor person he ended up with, lol.

What do you think when someone kisses you on your forehead? I love it, it always makes me smile.

What do you usually do right when you wake up? Check the time and then either go back to sleep or check my phone.

Are you looking forward to anything? Yeah, my riding lesson tomorrow and finishing work on Thursday.

How late did you stay up last night? I don’t remember falling asleep lol, probably around 11pm.

Do you truly hate anyone? Nope.

Would you ever get a tattoo? I already have one and I’d get another.

In the past forty-eight hours, have you hung out with a girl? Not quite, but I did see Suzanne on Friday.

Were you happy when you woke up today? I wasn’t UNhappy. For the first time all week, I slept past 7am.

If someone liked you, would you want them to tell you? Not really, as it wouldn’t change anything.

Would you rather go back a week or go forward? Forward, for sure.

Would you ever smile at a stranger? I always do if we make eye contact.

Who was the last person to text you? Alice.

What are you doing today? Absolutely nothing and it’s much-needed, believe me.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? Nope.

Have you ever gotten burnt by a cigarette? Accidentally.

Have you ever been so bored that you started drooling on yourself? Nope.

Do you brush your teeth right away when you wake up? No, I brush my teeth after breakfast and before I leave the house.

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? Yeah, my husband.

Want to get smashed tonight? No.

What time are you getting up tomorrow? 7.30am.

Are you happy with the choices you’ve made? I might not be happy with each individual choice, but I’m happy with here I am in life now, so I wouldn’t change anything.

Think back to last June; were you single? Nope.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Groggy.

Have you ever made someone laugh when they were crying? Yes.

Describe how you feel right now. Relaxed, content.

Would you date someone three years older than you? Sure, Mike is almost five years older.

Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning? After work, whatever time that might be.

Do you think more about the past, present, or future? The past and present.

Are you okay with the life you live? No.

Could you handle living with the last person you texted? I mean, I don’t know her well enough, but I wouldn’t want to live with anyone who’s not my husband at this point.

Was the last book you read for fun, or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun.

Have you accomplished any goals you set for yourself this year so far? I don’t set goals for myself in that way.

If you could go forward in time and see your life 5 years from now, what would you hope to see? I wouldn’t want to look into the future.

Are there still movie rental stores where you live or have they all gone out of business? Nope, we don’t have any and there haven’t been any for about a decade now.

What was the last thing to annoy you or make you upset? Mike complaining about something instead of just doing it, lol.

Have you ever been ditched by someone only to find them out and about with someone else? Sure.

How old were you when you had your wisdom teeth removed? I had the top two removed in my twenties. My bottom ones are still intact.

What is the last song you sang out loud? I don’t recall.

Where was the last job application you filled out sent to? To a doggy daycare place before I decided to go it alone and be a dog walker.

Have you ever been fired from a job? Nope.

What do people tell you your voice sounds like? They don’t tell me it sounds like anything.

What financial class are you? We’re working class, but I was raised middle class.

What poster is hanging closest to you? A print my dad got made of Archie.

What time did you go to bed last night? Around 11pm and. swear you just asked this a few questions ago.

Do you watch any reality shows? Yes, quite a few of them.

Are you more comfortable with men or women? It depends on the person.

Do you think you’re fat? No.

Have you ever borrowed money from someone and never repaid them? Maybe my parents as a teenager.

Do you have a pet cat? We have three cats.

What is worse: physical or emotional pain? It depends on the type of pain.

How is your hair? It’s fine, it’s just up in a messy bun.

Who was the last person who called you? Uhhh...pass. My mum, probably.

How long does it take you to fall asleep at night? Some nights I’m asleep in minutes, other nights it can take over an hour.

How many people have you had strong feelings for in the year of 2012? I don’t remember, that was a decade ago.

What are you doing for your next birthday? My birthday isn’t for another eight months.

Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? No.

Do you believe that if you want something bad enough, you’ll get it? No, you have to work for what you want, it doesn’t just get handed to you.

Last movie you watched? I can’t remember.

Who were you with? ...

Who came over last? Uhhh, my mum.

Have you ever wanted to be a ballet dancer? Nope.

Does your family keep tons of leftovers in the fridge? Not tons of them, but that’s where they’ll go if there are any.

Favourite FRIENDS character? That is, if you like it. Chandler.

Skullcandy headphones, yay or nay? I don’t like over-ear headphones.

Are you thinking of getting another piercing? Where? No, not really, but that’s not to say I’d never get another one.

Do you love when people remember little things about you? Sure.

Do you ‘bless’ strangers when they sneeze? Yes.

How many phones have you gone through? Maybe like 6 or 7.

Have you always lived in the house you currently reside in? Nope, I moved here three years ago.

Do you think your future will be a good one? I hope so.

#survey #surveys

[snifflyjoonie]

Sick Day

In which Jungkook catches his co-worker Jimin’s cold from hell and learns that Kim Taehyung never takes no for an answer.

snz-centric with Jungkook as the sickie and Taehyung as the caretaker. 

Word count: 3508

This is an AU that takes place in this established universe. 

a/n: WOW I take forever sometimes I’m sooooorry! That being said, the patience is so immensely appreciated. I’m such a sucker for AUs, so I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, I decided to make a little moodboard for this fic just for fun! If you guys like the concept, I might make more for future fics. Anyway, enough rambling! Thanks again for waiting so long for this, and I really hope you enjoy reading!~

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“Are you sure you don’t mind?” 

Jungkook gave a tight-lipped smile despite Jimin’s inability to see. The older boy’s voice was thick and croaky and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel for him as he switched his phone from his left ear to his right.

“Of course not.” He assured, his voice low.

Admittedly, he was a little irritated he wouldn’t be spending his day off how he had hoped — namely playing too much Overwatch for his own good — but Jimin never called in sick. In fact, Jungkook had been working with him the past few days trying to urge him to do just that. Now it finally seemed like he had decided to take the younger man’s advice.

“Okay...if you’re sure.” Jimin sniffled. Jungkook winced at how the noise gurgled in his ear. “Thanks, Gguk.”

“No worries!” He chimed. “I hope you feel better soon.”

“Yeah.” Another sniffle. “Me too.”

Jungkook clicked off his phone with a heavy sigh and collapsed back onto his mattress. He loved his job, he really did, but there was just something about going in on his scheduled days off that left a sour taste in his mouth. Not that he blamed Jimin for that, of course. People got sick sometimes. Even people like Jimin who always tried to pretend everything was fine until they were so unbelievably stuffed up they could hardly breathe — let alone serve people food. Jungkook cringed at the thought. 

He rolled himself over with another groan and glanced at his alarm clock. It was already half past eight meaning if he really planned to get up at 4am to open then he desperately had to get ready for bed. He wished Jimin had called him earlier, but deep down he knew the older boy had probably put it off in the hopes he would start to feel better. His heart went out to him, but he still made a mental note to hassle him the next time he saw him.

With another small huff Jungkook pulled himself from his bed and trudged his way to the dorm’s bathroom to start getting ready for the night. If he took a shower now then he'd get to sleep in just that much longer in the morning, and to Jungkook, that extra time was priceless. No matter how many open shifts he worked he swore he’d never get used to the shrill sound of his alarm pulling him back to consciousness while the rest of the world soundly slept. 4am was too early for anybody. Jimin was lucky he liked him.

*

The next morning, when the dreaded sound of his alarm pulled him from his dreams, Jungkook truly thought it was the worst sound he had ever heard in his life. For some reason, it just sounded worse this particular morning — more shrill, more irritating, more horrible. Each buzz and chime made his head pound in protest, and he couldn’t reach over fast enough to get it turned off. 

With a half-asleep groan Jungkook pushed himself into a sitting position and cleared his throat into a closed fist. He lazily reached for his cellphone and squinted down at the bright screen, still not quite awake enough to comprehend anything he was seeing as he scrolled aimlessly through his social media. He vaguely registered a dull ache lingering behind his eyes and sniffled quietly against the back of his free hand.

He really needed to get moving or he was going to be late.

Throwing his legs over the edge of his bed, Jungkook trudged his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and throw on his uniform. He was a little slow-moving, but he simply chalked it up to staying up too late. He felt another twinge of annoyance about Jimin’s last minute phone call, but ultimately brushed it off. He wasn’t going to let himself dwell on it. Jimin really did look like death the last time he saw him and it was honestly a good thing he had decided to call in before someone else ended up in the same boat as him.

Jungkook coughed lightly. None of that really mattered now, anyway. He needed to pick up the pace. 

He made a grab for his keys before rushing to tie his shoes. He debated hunting for his bus pass but ultimately decided against it after double checking the time. He wasn’t too far from the café to begin with and if he really hustled, he figured he might even have enough time to heat up a breakfast wrap before the first customers started trickling in.

Throwing a light jean jacket on to combat the chilly spring air, Jungkook stumbled his way out of his dorm room and down the steps onto the street. He hurried himself along with purpose and did his best to ignore the way his sinuses stung with each inhale of fresh morning air. He was feeling strangely groggy, more so than usual, and brought the back of his hand up to scrub absentmindedly at his nose. At least he’d soon be able to make himself a cup of coffee. That thought alone kept him going.

Rounding the last corner to the café Jungkook quickly fumbled around in his pocket for his keys. He pulled them out swiftly, ready to unlock the front door when the sudden urge to sneeze caught him by surprise. He sucked in a desperate breath and snapped down hard into his elbow, dropping his keys in the process as two rapid sneezes toppled their way out of him.

He groaned in annoyance and bent down to retrieve his keys, rubbing his nose aggressively into his sleeve as he did so. He always sneezed when he got to work — so much so that it became a running joke between him and his coworkers — but he hadn’t even stepped inside yet, so how could the smells be affecting him?

Jungkook shook his head and fiddled his key into the lock with a thick sniffle. He pressed his shoulder into the door and shoved hard, tumbling his way into the dark café. He did his best to hold his breath as he scurried into the back room, determined to not let the strong smells get to him. Of course, the moment he let himself inhale, the various smells quickly overwhelmed his sensitive nose and he pitched into himself with another pair of uncharacteristically messy sneezes.

“EESH’hiuu!’ huh’ESSHhiUu!!”

Jungkook rose back up with a groan as he flipped on the café lights. He pressed his nose into one of his sleeves briefly before wiggling himself out of his coat and throwing it onto a nearby hook. He sniffled hard, annoyed by how runny his nose was becoming as he headed back towards the front counter to start preparing for the inevitable morning rush. He allowed himself a few moments to whip up a cappuccino and toss a breakfast wrap into their warming oven. 

Now that he wasn’t rushing to get to work, he was becoming increasingly more aware of how run down he was feeling. Granted, he was always a bit tired and groggy at the start of any opening shifts, but today just felt worse. He sniffled again and sighed at the sound it made. He just hoped that he’d begin to feel a bit more lively when customers started arriving.

*

The clock had yet to strike 7am before a line had already formed from the front counter to the door. Normally, Jungkook could handle these types of situations, and even liked them to a certain extent. He fed off of the adrenaline it gave him and enjoyed the rush he’d get as he made drink after drink. Today however, any type of adrenaline he’d normally get was instead replaced with anxiety as he occasionally messed up orders and ran behind. 

He was in the middle of making his 12th latté of the morning when the overhead bell of the front door jingled, signaling to Jungkook that yet another customer was making their way inside. Too busy to look up, he tried to ignore the way his hands trembled as he did his best to pour steamed milk into some type of design for the incredibly patient customer. He sniffled thickly as he did so, feeling sweat accumulate behind his bangs. He was nearly finished — only had one more delicate pour to complete — when his breath began to falter. Without much warning, Jungkook scrambled to set the milk and latté down, spilling half of the drink’s contents in the process before he shoved himself backward and fell into his shoulder with a harsh, sudden sneeze.

“hHuh’EEKSHhh!—godi’msosorry…” His apology came out on his shuddering exhale as he hurriedly cupped a hand around his face and stared in horror at the drink he’d ruined. He was about to stutter out some sort of offer of compensation when a familiar deep voice caught his attention.

“Yikes, not on your game today huh, Gguk?” Taehyung chuckled lowly as he bustled his way behind the counter. All Jungkook could offer back was a dumb stare and a thick sniffle — he had forgotten that Taehyung usually worked mornings with Jimin. 

Jungkook felt himself relax a little as Taehyung hastily slipped out of his coat and began to tie his apron tightly around his waist. He shot the disappointed customer a warm, boxy smile and immediately fell into his barista role with minimum effort.

“Sorry about that, ma’am.” He apologized as he mopped up the spilled drink with a towel, “I’ll get started on a new one for you right away.” He turned his attention to Jungkook briefly and gestured with his chin towards their espresso machine. “Gguk, would you mind pulling some shots for me, please?”

Jungkook nodded a bit dumbly again and scurried his way towards the machine with a sharp sniffle and a rub of his nose. 

Now that Taehyung was here, the older boy was quick to take control over the stressful situation and Jungkook was just as quick to let him. They fell into a rhythm together easily, and before too long had nearly emptied out the café — much to Jungkook’s relief.

“I didn’t realize you were working today.” Jungkook murmured with a tiny sniffle as he topped off one final drink with a dollop of whipped cream.

“I could say the same about you.” Taehyung retorted a bit coyly as he popped a plastic lid onto a travel cup. “Though with how awful Jimin looked the last time I saw him then I guess I’m not too surprised.”

Jungkook hummed in response, but the sound was audibly nasally and rounded. Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“Coffee beans still bothering you?” He asked as he set down a finished drink. “You’ve been here, what...two and a half hours? Three? Usually you’re good to go by now.”

Jungkook hummed again, this time with more uncertainty, and followed it up with a sniffle.

“I’m...not sure what my deal is.” He forced a tight smile at a customer approaching the counter to retrieve their drink before continuing. “My nose is just…”

Taehyung waited patiently for the adjective that was sure to follow. Stuffy? Itchy? Sensitive? When he heard none, he stole a glance at Jungkook expectedly, but what he saw made his face instantly soften.

“Hh! hA’KSHhhiuu!” Jungkook bent at the waist and caught his sneeze into cupped hands. He groaned almost immediately afterwards, but the sound was muffled by his palms.

“Sneezy?” Taehyung offered with a scoff before reaching out to place a hand briefly onto Jungkook’s back as a sign of acknowledgement. “You alright there, Bun?” He couldn’t help but ask as Jungkook snuffled against the back of his hand. 

Bun was a nickname Jimin and Taehyung had branded upon him during his training days. As time went on, the nickname was used less and less (instead getting replaced by more ridiculous things like ‘Hulk Hogan’ and ‘The Muffin Man’) and only really came out on special occasions. Taehyung felt like now was one of those times. Bun was an easy way to set the tone, and he knew the younger knew this.

“Because…” Taehyung continued as he folded his arms across his chest. “I’m starting to wonder if Jimin gave you more than just his opening shift. You worked with him all week, yeah?”

“I…yeah.” Jungkook sighed as the realization dawned on him. It was riddled with the sound of defeat.  “Shit. Goddamn it, Jimin.”

Taehyung snorted out a laugh and passed a napkin to Jungkook who very graciously accepted it. Taehyung watched him shake it open before bringing it up to his nose and blowing. He turned his body away from Taehyung slightly, but it didn’t do much to stop the productive sound from reaching both of their ears.

“I’m gonna call you an Uber.” 

“Wait— you’re what?”

“I’m sending you home.” Taehyung’s tone left no room for argument as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. “What’s your address? You live in the dorms, right? The ones nearby?”

“I— well, yeah, but—” Jungkook shook his head in protest. “You don’t need to— gosh. I don’t want to leave you alone for your shift, it’s going to get busy again, and—”

“Gguk, who trained you?” Taehyung cut in, eyes still glued to his phone as he typed in the café’s address.

“...Jimin?”

“Yeah, and who do you think trained him?” Taehyung chuckled and re-pocketed his phone. “Your ride’s on the way. I’ll be fine, you need to go home. Can’t have all three of us sick, can we?”

Jungkook knew he was right and he hated it. 

“I could’ve just walked…” He grumbled. He was slightly embarrassed and he didn’t know why. “How much do I owe you for the Uber?”

“Owe me?” Taehyung laughed. “You owe me one clean bill of health. How about that?” He reached out to poke Jungkook’s shoulder but the other swatted his hand away sheepishly. “Oh, come on, Bun. Don’t be like that.”

Jungkook frowned deeply and brought the knuckle of his thumb up to swipe against the underside of his nose. It was wet to the touch and made him grimace. Taehyung was quick to pass him another napkin.

Jungkook had every intention to thank him — not just for the new napkin but for everything he’d done since the moment he walked in — but the chime of the door stole away his opportunity. Snapping his mouth closed and shoving the napkin into his pocket, Jungkook made to step towards the register but Taehyung stuck an arm out to stop him.

“I’ll take it from here.”

“But—”

“You’re sick, Gguk.” There wasn’t much room for argument. “Did you bring a coat?”

Jungkook nodded slightly, and Taehyung almost missed it. Jungkook was refusing to make eye contact.

“Alright, go grab it — your ride shouldn't be long. Get some rest for me, okay?” He smiled and added a quick, whispered, “Feel better soon.” As the cafe’s new customer approached the counter. 

Jungkook hesitated for only a moment as Taehyung happily began taking the order. He wanted to object again, to tell Taehyung to let him stay, but he knew deep down that the decision had been made, and there would be no way Taehyung would accept any other outcome aside from him going back home. With another sigh of defeat, Jungkook started to undo his apron and headed towards the back to retrieve his things.

He really owed Taehyung. He owed Taehyung big time.

*

“hA’PSSH’iew!—Shit.” Jungkook rocked to the side with a sneeze that made him fumble the controller held tightly in his hands. It wasn’t that drastic of a movement, but it was enough, and he watched in horror as his character on screen died dramatically. It wasn’t the first time this had happened (in fact, it had been happening all afternoon) but that still didn’t stop Jungkook from throwing his head back and groaning. 

Sniffling sharply, Jungkook set his controller down beside himself and made a grab for the tissue box he had stationed in front of him. This had been a recurring cycle ever since he’d gotten home, and the used tissues littering the floor around him reflected that. 

He blew his nose harshly, doing his best to empty it out completely before throwing the used tissue down with the rest of the pile (that he kept telling himself he’d deal with later). He was about to pick back up his controller and continue his cycle of sneezing and dying when a sudden knock at his door nearly made him jump out of his skin. He wasn’t expecting anybody, and for a split second wondered if he had maybe just been hearing things, when a second, softer knock sounded through his small dorm.

Jungkook stood up hesitantly and tightened the blanket he had wrapped around himself as he shuffled his way over to the door. He reached for the knob a little cautiously, and opened the door just a crack.

There, with a warm, welcoming smile on his face and a plastic bag held tightly in one hand was none other than Kim Taehyung. Jungkook had to fight every urge in his body to not slam the door closed out of sheer embarrassment.

“Hey, Bun.” Taehyung’s voice was just as warm as his smile, maybe even more so, as Jungkook felt his cheeks begin to flush red. “I thought I’d drop off some soup. It’s just from the café, but…” He shrugged. “My shift was over and I figured it was better than nothing. Are you feeling any better?”

Jungkook opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words. Instead, he ended up blurting out “HowdoyouknowwhereIlive?” Which most definitely wasn’t the right thing to say, but he was too far gone to stop himself. To his surprise, Taehyung threw back his head and laughed.

“You told me earlier, remember? When I asked?” 

Oh. Jungkook thought. That’s right. He felt his blush deepen.

“I just texted Jimin to grab your room number. He feels awful, by the way.”

Jungkook winced. “You told him?”

“Sure did.” The older boy hummed back, shoving his free hand into his jacket pocket. “He asked why I was dropping by, so I told him. Was I not supposed to?”

“Oh, no!” Jungkook quickly shook his head. “No, it’s fine! I’m just...sure he feels bad.”

“Well, you know him. If he does, he’ll get over it.”

Jungkook nodded and the two fell silent for a moment before Taehyung lifted the bag of soup containers slightly into view.

“Anyway, can I come in? I can reheat this for you.”

Jungkook’s mind immediately went to his mountain of used tissues and he dropped his head with an embarrassed sniffle.

“My dorm’s a mess.” 

“So’s mine. All part of the college experience.” He was smirking now, and Jungkook wished his blanket could turn him invisible. “If that’s your only reason to tell me no then I gotta say — that’s pretty weak.”

As he had slowly learned throughout the course of the day, when Kim Taehyung had made up his mind about something, there was no use arguing. Defeated, Jungkook stepped aside and let him in, desperately trying to push back down the increasingly nervous feeling that was starting to creep up his throat. 

Taehyung reached out to ruffle the bit of hair that stuck out from beneath Jungkook’s blanket as he stepped inside. He immediately made his way into the kitchen like it wasn’t his first time over while Jungkook waddled along at his heels. He pulled himself out a seat and plopped down as Taehyung began to rummage around his cupboards for a pot.

“You didn’t have to do this.” He ended up murmuring as Taehyung emerged from a cupboard triumphantly, pot in hand.

“I know.” Responded the other as he popped open the containers of soup. There was a pause like he intended to say more, but instead he just began to dump the contents of the containers into the pot.

“Well, I...thank you.” Jungkook uttered after a moment, bringing up a corner of his blanket to scrub into the side of his nose. “I appreciate it, Taehyung. Really.”

The older boy looked over his shoulder and smiled, and Jungkook was surprised to find a blush sitting high on his cheekbones.

“Hey,” His deep voice was smooth and sweet like melted chocolate. “Don’t mention it, Gguk. Now—” He gestured with his chin towards the television in Jungkook’s living room where his game’s loading screen continued to play on an infinite loop. “Why don’t you pick out a movie? I could stay to watch with you once the soup’s done? Only if you want to, of course.”

Jungkook smiled. He couldn’t help it. Maybe taking a sick day wasn’t so bad, after all — especially if he got to spend it with someone like Kim Taehyung.

“That sounds great, Tae. Action or comedy?”

#bts sickfic #sick!jungkook #mine #bts au #i'm a little nervous about this one so i hope it was worth the wait #bts snzfic #bts snz

[sunrisefairy]

I blame you, ma’am, it’s all your fault.

I was on a roll, finishing fics after fics, then you rudely sent me to sleep because apparently still being awake at 6-7am is wrong. Well, I’m an owl hidden in a human’s body, alright?

Anyways, now that I’ve slept, I can’t write. I have tried, I have sat in front of my wips for hours and I can’t seem to be able to type even one word in that taunting document. How could you do this to me? Why did you have to be so mean? 🥺 What am I supposed to do know?

Ps. Ily, but I’m very unhappy 🙈😂

I AM SO SORRY 😭 YOU SHOULDNT HAVE LISTEN TO ME OKAY?

Please forgive me 🥺 next time I promise I won’t tell you to go to sleep, you can stay up at late as you desire 😭 please accept this photo of Ben as my formal apology

#elles asks #fairy heloise #it was 5am and you said you hadn’t slept yet. what was I supposed to say??!!!

[oofjaemin]

⌠ NAM JOO-HYUK, 25, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, JAEMIN ‘ JAE ’ WOO! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in DRIVER’S ED + COVERT OPS; and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( lipstick stains on shirt collars, sweaty sprints at dawn to start the day, being shirtless for no apparent reason, soft smirks when he’s up to no good ). when it’s the ( cancer )’s birthday on 7/17/1995, they always request their HAEJANGGUK from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

i’ll do a proper graphic / maybe add to this when it’s not 7am buuuut.... here’s jae — i just wanna say i now have four muses on the torres floor so that’s automatically the best floor x

some of his character parallels: 

stirling archer | archer - 96 %

samantha jones | sex and the city - 96 %

lucifer morningstar | lucifer - 95 %

barney stinson | how i met your mother - 95 %

maeby funke | arrested development - 93 %

chuck bass | gossip girl - 92 %

EL PINTERESTO

anyways. he a massive Hoe. i feel it had to be done after 3 of my muses coupled up 

his fam are part of The Spy Life, actually used to be very good friends with a certain mr steven park’s family until jae kinda... was jae and they split the bond, rip xx

he didn’t do anything major but the parks really didn’t want him around their sons, but jae doesn’t listen to rules or authority and said fuck that, i do what i want ?? plus he was hella close to both steve n andrew so he legit didn’t care what their parent’s wishes were and that kinda forced their hand to put a stop to it

he’s just very very impulsive, chooses fun and pleasure above all else and isn’t the most mature, a chaotic neutral.... jeez wonder why the parks wanted better for their kids JHSBJHBS

anywhoooo he actually gets on well with his own family !! has a sister who is very obedient, hard working and polite ( maybe i’ll do a wc ?? ) and while his parents do want him to succeed and focus in life.... they’ve known jae all his life and frankly they’re tired of repeating themselves and have found it’s better to just let him be as he’s much worse when he rebels

you’d think a twenty five year old would be less childish but ???? fuck age norms

he is actually very intelligent ?? sometimes 

his family have a tradition of attending university before a spy academy, to sort of prove your worth, intelligence, hard work, determination etc and it’s a bit of security to fall back on if anything were to happen to the family, their ties in the spy world, or themselves as individuals — plus it can be used as a something of a cover too ! plus... if you don’t do this step, the family consider you inadequate and you won’t get any money !!! 

it was a big incentive for jae who likes expensive cars and jetting round the world without a care so he studied law at cambridge and part of him thinks about ditching the spy world all together and becoming a lawyer but he’s dissuaded by the difference in potential money jhbjshbjs

his dad wanted him in weapons training but he said ‘ no x ’ and chose driver’s ed instead bc he likes to skrr skrrrrrr but don’t let him in ur car bc he might wreck it... not bc he can’t drive but he’s just a bloody idiot and will try and see if he can flip it or something

he’s a massive dick to his hook ups, tho not so much intentionally, but defo the type to be less than interested in you as soon as he’s finished jsbjhbjhbthe classic ‘ you’re still here ? ’ if he’s woken up and you’re beside him — but he can be quite a gentleman beforehand to ensure he sleeps with you, so i’ll apologise now for him xxx

has a lot of ‘ friends ’ but probs only a small few of people he’d actually put before himself ( imma say steve exclusively ) 

he’s just a bit of a mess about, likes to play and doesn’t really care who’s expense it comes at as long as it’s not his but he’s not like a full on dick or outwardly mean for the sake of it, he just does what he wants and what he wants can change quite quickly so he’s not one to be sentimental or put the effort in to ensure you’re not offended or hurt

drinks a lot, smokes a bit, other drugs occasionally 

pansexual but defo Het Energy bc he’s probs only slept w girls im p sure

was in the chess club at cambridge like a loser

he 6′2 : ) 

brain kinda empty but i think i covered everything ??? 

some connections i’d love 

defo hook ups plssssssssss, even if it’s ex ones or a one night stand kind of thing, i feel if he continuously hooks up w someone they defo know he’s not keeping up the act of being polite n courteous so ??? can either be mutual or a thing they clash on — i’d say he probs has a preference for feminine peeps but only bc he’s never explored the other side of things but he’d be down to, for sure, i just do not think he’s a bottom so JHBHSJHB

some fitness friends, he really loves going for runs and jogs and wouldn’t mind a buddy to do it alongside him, same with just general gym buds or sparring partners !! 

family friends / enemies / neutral ? the woos are fairly known in korea, obvs they’ve cut ties w the parks so it could have some collateral w other families !!

someone he annoys the hell out of, bickering 24/7 ???? sign me tf up !! maybe they’re just as immature as he is or literally can’t stand him at all !! 

ok i think thats it but may add to when i wake up : ) pls either like dis, react when i post it in discord, or simply message me for plots n ideas !!! i will probs post an open tho if u wud rather see the vibe n chemistry !!! 

@gallagherintro

#gallagher:intro #i think i did really well on this to say what time it is

[chemicalcindercat]

Frisk freed the monsters from the underground, completing a true-pacifist run. She was living happily on the surface with her monster family. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. When Frisk gets hit by a car on her way over to Sans house, everything changes. Not only does Frisk forget herself, her friends, and all of her adventures in the Underground, but something else has changed. Frisk glitches the Multiverse.

Chapter Summary: Frisk gets to go through the awful experience of sleeping in past your alarm and rushing to get ready. What could go wrong?

Chapters (8/?): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T (For violence and hints of adult themes)

Relationships: Sans x Frisk, Underfell Sans x Frisk, Underswap Papyrus x Chara, Slight Underswap Sans x Frisk

Additional Tags: Amnesia, Lost memories, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, ...Have I mentioned there is Hurt/Comfort?, Hurt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Goat Mom is best mom (Undertale), King Fluffy-Buns - Freeform, Sad Asgore (Undertale), Female Frisk (Undertale), Aged up Frisk (Undertale), Like duh she’s an adult i’m not a pedo, gross, Verbal Frisk, Frisk has a voice in her head, Sans is a depressed bean, Papyrus is so innocent, Frisk glitched the multiverse, oh whoops, spoiler alert, more tags will be added as we progress

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Frisk slowly opened her eyes to the awful beeping of her phone alarm. She just wanted five more minutes, but she knew she had to get up for the day. The newest season of Mew Mew: Kissy Cutie was airing next week, and Frisk had stayed up way too late the night before, finishing rewatching it. Slowly, Frisk reached her hand over and hit the button on her phone, turning off the alarm. I'll just sleep for five more minutes, Frisk thought. I'll have plenty of time to get ready.

Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz.

Frisk threw her pillow over her head and groaned. Who was texting her this early? And why were they being so annoying? Frisk was usually the nicest person anyone had ever met, but she was not a morning person. She needed her beauty sleep, and she just happened not to get it. Now, whoever was texting her at 7am was going to pay. She slowly reached over and picked up her phone.

Twenty new messages.

Frisk quickly put in her password, opening the messages app to see who in their right mind would text her 20 times this early.

funnybone: hey

funnybone: whats up?

funnybone: u good?

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: friiisssskkkkkkk

funnybone: answer me

funnybone: come on

funnybone: r u evn up?

funnybone: dude

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: wake up

funnybone: where r u?

funnybone: ur late

funnybone: come on

funnybone: frissskkkkkkyyyyyy

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: frisk

She had to hand it to him, Sans was nothing if not persistent. Wow, she was even making puns to herself now, without him even around to hear them. Whether that was something to be proud of, or kinda terrifying, she was too tired to tell. The more important thing was why Sans was messaging her at 7am, when she wasn't even supposed to be at their house until 8:00! Frisk's heart dropped in her chest when her eyes drifted to the top left corner of her phone screen, where the time was displayed.

8:24

Oh my Dad, I'm late! She thought, using the expression she had invented when she was a little girl, and had just saved the monsters on this run. When Frisk was younger, she had reset the timelines a lot. In fact, (besides this time) the longest a true pacifist run had lasted after saving the monsters was only 3 months, before Frisk had gotten bored and restarted it all over again. This time, however, Frisk made a promise, and she wasn't going to break it. She immediately started texting Sans, explaining why she was so late.

DeterminedChild: I am so sorry guys!! I swear, I didn't forget or anything, I just slept through my alarm! I'm on my way right now.

funnybone: kk

CoolSkeleton95: DON'T WORRY, WE FORGIVE YOU

CoolSkeleton95: SANS GET UP OFF YOUR LAZY BUTT AND CLEAN WHILE WE WAIT FOR THE HUMAN TO GET HERE

funnybone: kk

Frisk laughed. Of course Papyrus would just say it in the group chat instead of only typing Sans. Frisk hurriedly got dressed, throwing on a random hoodie she had laying in her closet, jeans, and some socks. She ran down to the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time, and almost tripped on the last step. Luckily, she was able to avoid falling on her face, but the socks caused her to slip on the hardwood, and she ran into the wall across from the stairs.

"Wow, Frisk, running a little late?"

Frisk opened her eyes and rubbed her face in pain. "Good morning, Flowey." She said, without even looking over at him. She stood up, brushed herself off, and then went into the kitchen to grab a granola bar. Toriel was sitting at the table drinking some coffee.

"Good morning, Frisk, I trust you slept well?"

She asked, offering Frisk some coffee.

"Yeah, Mom, a little too well. I slept through my alarm, and I'm late to go over to the boys' house." Frisk replied, taking the coffee. She got some creamer to put in it.

"Oh, well, knowing them, it won't be that big of a problem." Toriel said.

"Yeah, that's true, but I still feel bad." Said Frisk, as she grabbed a granola bar from a cabinet. "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you later, Mom."

"Have fun, Frisk." Toriel said, as Frisk kissed her forehead. "Don't stay out too late, though, I'm making meatloaf for dinner tonight."

"Okay, Mom. Bye, Flowey!" Frisk waved to the flower, who in turn waved a leaf back as she closed the door carefully, avoiding spilling coffee on herself. Then, she started down the street. The skelebros didn't live too far away, so Frisk usually just walked over. It was only a 10 minute walk, and by speed walking she could make it in 5. She quickly ate her granola bar while she walked. It was the peanut butter kind, her favorite. Then, she chugged the coffee.

Finally, Frisk could see their house. She just needed to cross the street and she would be there. Forgetting to look both ways, Frisk started to cross the street while quickly finishing off her coffee.

Suddenly, something slammed into Frisk, and then she was flying. Or at least, it felt like it. She hit the ground with a painful hit to the head. Her vision went blurry, and the last thing she saw was Sans running over to her.

'That's weird, he never runs...' She thought, before everything went black.

~~~

The girl struggled to open her eyes through the pain, greeted by dimmed lights and plain white walls. The desk beside her had a golden flower in a pot, and a TV was mounted on the wall in front of her. This room felt familiar, she knew what it was, but she couldn't remember the name of it. 'What's it called again?' She thought. "Oh, right, a hospital room. I'm in a hospital room. Wait... why am I in a hospital room? What happened to me?' The girl clenched her forehead, trying to fight off the headache, and more importantly, trying to remember who she was.

On the desk beside her, the golden flower in the pot turned around to face her, revealing a face. It's eyes were wide with exasperation. "Oh good, Frisk, you finally woke up. Well, it took you long enough!" It said in a strange voice.

Frisk screamed.

#Amnesia #frisk #Undertale #undertale frisk #sans #sans is a text dork #but we all already knew that hahaha #frans #possible trigger warning- car accident #i guess #probably not though #i’m not THAT good at writing #let the games begin #this is gonna be a pretty wild ride

[buckysdolls]

Chapter 6

Fel’s POV

Bucky and I had both slept in our own rooms that night. My tipsy ass hinted at going back to his room, but he simply declined insisting that he would need to be alone. I must have looked pathetic practically throwing myself at Bucky and being shot down. It hurt a little as I believed it was what Bucky wanted but I respected his boundaries, I kissed his cheek and placed the wet rag on his chest for him to hold as I left the kitchen heading to bed. Though a little deflated I’d slept so peacefully that night, wrapped up in my duvet.

The next morning rolled around quickly as I was preparing breakfast I heard heavy footsteps enter the kitchen. I glanced over my shoulder seeing Bucky leaning against the kitchen counter, looking in my direction. He was shirtless, exposing that V shape where the waistband of his joggers sat. His hair matted slightly as he ran his fingers through it.

“What a view to wake up to” He smirked raising his eyebrows. I was wearing a cropped shirt and shorts pyjama set, so yeah it did show a bit of skin, but nothing he hadn’t seen before after the dresses I’d worn recently. It was 7am and didn’t think anybody would be awake after the heavy night of partying over at Stark tower to think about changing. Remembering mine and Bucky’s awkward end to the evening and my utter embarrassment eating me alive right now I rolled my eyes, not in annoyance but more to avoid having to look at him any longer.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Standing behind me he began prodding and tickling at my sides making me burst into laughter, I was squirming into his tickles and prods pleading with him to stop. He lifted me off the floor bringing my body closer to his as I squirmed trying to escape his hold. Seconds later, the door to the kitchen swung up open catching Bucky and I off guard, he quickly set me down and coughed ending his laughter. Steve was stood in the doorway panting and gleaming with sweat. He flashed a tiny smile clearly indicating he had witnessed mine and Bucky’s interaction.

“Steve you’re awake! I assumed you’d all be passed out.” I quickly turned back to pick up my bowl of cereal and munch on it.

“I can’t get drunk; I’ve tried countless time and my limit is limitless” I smiled sympathetically towards Steve knowing he’d had it rough. I took a seat at the kitchen table stuffing my face full of cereal as Bucky and Steve continued to chat.

“Did you go for a run without me man?”

“After your fight last night I thought you might have wanted to pass.”

Bucky scoffed and grinned at Steve’s comment. “I wouldn’t call it a fight. It was a straight knockout” I noticed Bucky glance at me looking if I would react, I spooned another mouthful of cereal pretending I hadn’t heard his comment.

“Besides, I’d never give up the opportunity to outrun you?” Bucky smirked, Steve raised his eyebrows and scoffed. Man, these boys and their egos!

“Always full of jokes this one” Steve patted Bucky on the back as he walked to the fridge grabbing a cold bottle of water.

“What’s on your agenda today Fel?” Steve asked as he began to pour fresh coffee into a cup and sitting next to me. My cheeks were about to burst as I stuffed so much milk and cereal into my gob that I couldn’t reply to Steve right away.

“Hungry?” Steve wiggled his eyebrows at me, I nodded as I tried to hurry my mouthful.

“I think Nat mentioned she was training some recruits she asked me to go down with her and take part. Probably to demonstrate all the moves on”

“Sounds like you’re in for a rough morning” Steve began to speak before being interrupted by Stark entering the room.

“Suit up guys, its urgent! Conference room in 5” Tony declared immediately. I watched as Steve and Bucky locked eyes and nodded their heads to each other, Steve rushed out the room and I turned to look at Bucky, shovelling another spoon of cereal into my mouth. His demeanour had suddenly changed from being cocky to looking annoyed yet ready to fight. His metal arm reverberated to life as he manoeuvred his fingers and rotated his wrist. Bucky avoided my gaze but walked over to me and planted a kiss on the top my head, then another kiss in my neck. The hint of his mint breath from chewing gum, the breath hitting my neck sending tingles down my spine and his soft padded lips withdrawing from neck made me moan quietly. The feeling of his fingers settling on my shoulders and brushing them along my skin produced goosebumps as always. I admired Bucky from behind, his muscles tensing as he yanked the doorhandle down, he proclaimed that I was his when he got back. He let the door close on its own leaving my heart beating out my chest and feeling like I was burning up.

Felicity went about her morning as usual, she got dressed ready for her training with Nat. She wore skin-tight leggings and a crop top, tying her hair up in a high pony. Whilst prepping she reminisced about the night before, her make-out session with Bucky was hot, she was just glad nobody had witnessed it. Her thoughts scrambled to Bucky’s words before he left the kitchen earlier… ‘your mine when I get back.’ The way he said it was so tough, almost a growl. A growl that told her he was irritated by being called on a mission. F.R.I.D.A.Y announced that Nat was ready and waiting for Felicity in the gym with the recruits. Grabbing her water and towel, Felicity made her way to the gym, pumped to get active and continuing to expand her skills. Both Nat and Tony had discussed and complimented on how natural Felicity looked at performing intricate moves even though she was a beginner. So much so they believed she was in the wrong profession. Upon entering the gym, a crowd of recruits circled Nat who waved Felicity over. She jogged over to Nat, standing in front of the new recruits with her hands on her hips, a smile beaming at everyone, raring to go.

“You look fresh considering.” Felicity chirped quietly into Nat’s ear referring to Natasha being drunk at Tony’s party the night before.

“Feeling fresh as a daisy Fel.” Nat replied before instructing everyone to pair up. Once Nat had finished demonstrating the moves and combat Felicity joined a group who were a three. The men rock, paper and scissored fighting it out to be Fel’s partner. Fel turned to look at Nat, hand on her hips and a face that looked unimpressed with these three men battling out over a game of rock paper scissors. Nat simply shrugged her shoulder with an eye roll as she watched on.

“Bad luck boys. Ambrose” He held out his hand to introduce himself to Felicity. She looked down at his hand, she grabbed it and dragged him over her shoulder, planting him on the floor and pressing her arm over his neck.

“No time for introductions, when you’re fighting Mr Ambrose” Felicity insisted as she cocked her head, impressed with herself. She slowly released him only to fall on her back as Ambrose swiped her ankles. Ambrose climbed on top straddling Felicity holding her arms by her wrists above her, he watched as a gleam of sweat fell from her chin, dropping onto her chest and running down. Fel scoffed whilst smiling, impressed by Ambrose’s counter. Ambrose was pulled off Felicity by Nat grabbing the back of his shirt. She ordered him to re-join his original group. Felicity brought herself to her feet, meeting Nat.

“Did I do something wrong?” Felicity worried she’d messed up as Nat shook her head.

“Nope, you were perfect, Ambrose on the other hand was looking too comfy for my liking... giving you the googly eyes. Plus, I promised Barnes I’d watch out for you” Nat spoke firmly, arms folded over her chest as she continued to monitor her recruits. Felicity wiped her forehead, it made perfect sense that Nat pulled Ambrose off her as he was paying her unwanted attention.

“Bucky would have flipped if he’d seen Ambrose straddling you”

“We were only training Nat.”

“Eyeing you up is not training. You were distracting him. Not your fault but I can’t have them getting distracting” Felicity understood where Nat was coming from and agreed to observe instead of taking part.

“Bucky asked you to look after me?” Felicity asked as her and Nat walked around examining the recruits. Nat would occasionally write notes on her clipboard as she hummed.

“Yep.” Nat simply replied popping the ‘p.’ Felicity scrunched her nose and huffed. Why was Bucky asking for her to be looked after, she was capable of looking after herself, plus asking Nat only made their relationship obvious.

“What’s the huff for?”

“Just wondering why Bucky would ask you that? I mean it’s not like we’re a thing or anything” Felicity replied nervously, pausing between words. Nat stopped in her tracks and looked across at Felicity from her clipboard, raising her brows.

“Sweet Fel. You don’t need to pretend with me. I know there’s some sort of thing between you and Bucky. Who do you think provides the extra blankets when you guys accidentally fall asleep on the living room sofa?”

“Huh, I always wondered who put them over us”

“Also, security cameras are thing. I re-watched the security footage from last night this morning, checking for any anomalies etc…”

“Looked hot and heavy” Nat joked, making Fel blush. Before Nat could reply she had handed the clipboard to Fel and proceed to wrap around and floor one of the recruits teaching them how to execute the move properly. Handing back her clipboard Nat continued to write notes. Felicity felt slightly embarrassed about Nat seeing her and Bucky’s intimate moment in the kitchen.

“Bucky’s a tough guy to get close too. He must like you” Nat mentioned in passing.

“What do you mean?”

“Barnes isn’t the type to try and make an effort. But ever since you showed up he’s been… tolerable’ Nat emphasised the word ‘tolerable’ as if it was a good thing. Felicity smiled to herself lightly, she didn’t know Bucky any differently to the Bucky she’d lived with for the past 6 months. Sure, he’d have his grumpy days like everyone else.

“In the beginning he’d hardly come out his room, only for missions. Would barely speak to anyone except Steve and Sam. Occasionally Tony when they’d argue.” Nat pointed out to Fel.

“Nat?”

“Mmm?”

“Train me.”

“Huh? What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“No, train me to be like you, properly. I want to be an agent. An assassin” Nat shot Felicity a look of concern and confusion as Fel held Natasha’s shoulder exuberating desperation.

“Ever since the other night when I joined you guys on a mission I’ve been craving that adrenaline.” A pool of dread lingered in her stomach as she said that, dread because she couldn’t believe it herself that she was saying this, but it felt right. She’d never wanted this; her dream was to be a therapist and to help people. Now she wanted to help and protect people in a completely different way.

“It isn’t that simple Fel. It takes a lot of time and dedication. Your job here will be gone.” Felicity nodded understanding Nat’s words.

“Think about it please Nat. Talk to Tony for me. I want to be part of this team; I want to be more than just The Avengers therapist. I’m serious about this.” Natasha ran Fel’s words repeatedly in her mind, she knew Felicity had the heart, determination, and the athletic ability to be a great assassin. It would just be training her constantly and consistently till she was on par with the rest of The Avengers. Natasha promised she’d run it by Tony later today knowing he’d be running numbers in the lab with Banner late into the night.

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes series #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan #the avengers #the winter soldier #the white wolf #avengers #marvel #marvel universe

[lovemesomesurveys]

Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? I don’t like anyone in that way.

Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? No. The last one they celebrated with me was six years ago.

What’s the first word of the last text message you received? “Will”

Do you think you’ve changed at all over the past year? Not in a good way.

Is there a song that reminds you of your ex? Do you still listen to that song? Lithium by Nirvana. Especially a cover of it done by ThePeteBox.

Did you tag anyone in your last Facebook status? No.

How do you behave when you’re drunk? I was chatty and annoying I feel like.

What is your least favorite type of chocolate? Dark chocolate, blech.

When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? I’ve felt disappointed in myself these past few years.

Is there someone that can make you smile, even when you feel like crying? My doggo.

Is there a certain person on your mind right now? Tell me about him/her. No.

You’re getting ready to go to bed, and the last person you kissed shows up, what do you do? That would be completely random and out of the blue. I haven’t seen or talked to him in almost 6 years. I would certainly be surprised and confused and caught off guard. I wouldn’t go out and talk to him, though. I wouldn’t want him to see me right now. I honestly don’t know if I’d text him at least or not.

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? I don’t remember. My mind is a jumbled mess.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Nope.

Are you okay right now? I’m tired.

What time did you get up today? Sigh, like 930 after hardly sleeping at all.

When was the last time you saw your mom? Last night before she went to bed. She had the opening shift at work today so I haven’t seen her yet today.

What is the last thing you drank today? Water.

Do you dislike/hate anyone? No.

Where is your best friend right now? She’s at work.

When will your next kiss be? I have no idea.

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? 7AM is usually when I go to bed. :X

Does anyone completely understand you? I was just asked this in the previous survey I did, but no.

Who was the last girl you hugged outside of family? A friend. That was like 4 years ago.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? My doggo.

What will you be doing in 3 hours? *shrug*

How often do you straighten your hair? I haven’t straightened my hair in years.

What are you currently looking forward to? To when my mom gets off work because I’m gonna ask if she can get me a Starbucks on her way home. I’m also hungry and wanting a breakfast sandwich, so I’ll probably have one later. She’s not off for 5 more hours. D:

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? What are you going to do? I don’t have anything out of the ordinary going on.

Who did you last hang out with? My mom.

Did anyone see your last kiss? Probably.

Could things possibly get any better? Uh, I sure wish they would.

Do you know who you’ll even kiss next? Nope.

Do you ever sleep in jeans? I haven’t in years, but I have before in the past. I don’t know how I did that. I’ve been living in leggings for the past few years and I can’t imagine doing that now.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? I only got like 2-3 hours of sleep.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Yesterday I got like 10 hours, which is insane. My brother came in and woke me up because it was after 6PM. I never get that much sleep anymore, so I have no idea what that was about. But now today I only slept like 2-3 hours. I tried going back to sleep, but couldn’t and now here I am. Sigh.

Are you in love lately? That’s a weird way of saying it, but no. It’s been a few years since I’ve had those kind of feelings.

How often do you see your ex? I haven’t seen him in almost 6 years.

Who was the last person to text you? My pharmacy.

Did you like anyone last summer? No.

Do you replay things that have happened in your head? All the time.

Who was the last person you stayed up with till 2am? My brother and I stay up late all the time, though we’re in our own rooms.

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? Not at this time.

Are you currently in a relationship? No.

Do you use a full length mirror daily? No.

Would you be shocked if the person you have feelings for texted you? I don’t have feelings like that for anyone.

Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? Yes. I have to fix myself first, though.

What are you planning on doing after this? I’m waiting for my church’s livestream service to start in like 30 minutes.

Is there a girl you would do anything for? I’d do a lot for my mom.

Who IMed you on facebook last? I had been messaging a family friend a couple weeks ago about something.

How old are you? 31.

Do you love dogs? Yesssss. I don’t know how anyone couldn’t.

Were you finished childhood and teens when Harry Potter movies came out? The first one came out when I was 12 and the last one came out when I was 22.

Did you keep all your VHS tapes? No, just the Disney ones.

Do you think Jack Nicholson is a good actor? Sure.

Have you ever watched an episode of "The Honeymooners"? Nope.

Have you ever owned a pair of high-top Converse? No, just flat tops.

Do you have rain boots with a cute pattern on them? I don’t own any rain boots.

Would you rather eat an apple or an orange right now? Neither, but if I had to I’d choose the apple cause I don’t like oranges.

Would you rather do a cartwheel on land or a backflip in water? I can’t do either one.

Have you ever performed on stage in front of people? Yeah, for choir and band concerts. Never by myself. 

Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? No.

What size is your mattress?(single,twin,double,queen,king) Full size.

Do you eat foods from all 4 food groups everyday? Not even close.

Do you sleep in PJs? I always wear leggings and graphic tees and sleep in that as well.

Do you prefer watching TV or listening to music? Depends on my mood, but I haven’t been listening to music lately.

Would you rather watch a movie in theatre or at home? There are some movies I love experiencing in theaters for the first time. 

Do you prefer brown or white rice? Neither.

Do you like spaghetti? Yes.

What about lasagna? Not so much. It’s the type of noodle I have an issue with. I’m weird and particular about my food and when it comes to pasta, I like thin noodles.

Do you celebrate Christmas? Yesss.

Is your Thanksgiving celebrated in October too? No, it’s in November.

Do you like chocolate bars? Sure. 

what about ice cream? Sure. I haven’t had either one in awhile, though. 

Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? No, thankfully.

Do you get tired easily? I’m just always tired.

Or do you always have plenty of energy to spare? Hahahah, no.

Have you ever done volunteer work? Where? Yeah, I’ve done a lot of volunteer work. What about court-ordered community service? No.

Have you ever worn contacts?(even just to try them out) No. I’ve always been too scared.

Would you wear contacts on a daily basis? No. 

Are your ears pierced? How many times? Just my earlobes.

Do you have GOD-GIVEN(not dyed) natural brown hair too? Yes.

Or were you born blonde? Nope.

Have you found a gray hair on your head or body before? Ugh, once I turned 30 they started popping up.

Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? Nope.

Have you ever been screened for STDs? No.

Are all your wisdom teeth pulled? Yes.

Did you have your tonsils taken out? Nope.

Did you have your appendix taken out? No.

How many kidneys do you have?(have you donated one?) I have both of them.

Would you(to save someone)?^^^ I don’t know if I could, like health wise.

Have you ever found a bug or slug in your salad? skjflsfjklds nooooooo.

Do you like Harry Potter? I enjoyed the movies.

What about Twilight? I was really into Twilight back when the books and movies were coming out, but I outgrew it and find it kinda cringe now lol. How do you feel about Lord of the rings? I never got into that.

Are you going to see 'The Hobbit' when it comes out? ---

Do you have a glass that says 'Molson Canadian' on it? No.

Do you have any collector's glasses or cups or mugs? I do.

Would you rather have a white fridge or a black fridge or a stainless steel fridge? Black.

What size shoe do you wear? 6 in women’s (US). Each of my Adidas are actually a 3 or 4 in kid’s sizes, though.

Do you have a wide foot or a narrow foot or just average? Average, I guess.

Do you bite your nails when you're stressed? I pick and clip my nails constantly.

Do you have to take an allergy pill daily in order to live normally? No.

Are you on the birth control pill? Nope.

Or are you trying to get pregnant? Absolutely not. I’m just not sexually active, so.

You'd rather wear black sneakers or sneakers in a bright color or pattern? Black.

Has anyone ever told you they were attracted to you? Shockingly, yes.

Can you swim well in water way above your head? I can’t swim.

Are you afraid of thunder & lightening? No.

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No.

What about a tornado? Nope. 

Are you closer to your dad?(more so than your mom) I’m closer to my mom.

Were you your parents' first born? I’m their first together, but not my mom’s. She had my older brother before meeting my dad.

Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No.

Did you trade stickers at recess when you were a kid? No.

How old were you when you had your first crush? Do you remember their name? I was 9 and his name was Philip. 

Can you even remember what the hell they looked like? Vaguely. 

Have you ever operated any type of motorized vehicle before? No.

Are you going to drink alcohol tonight? Nope. I haven’t drank in 8 years and have no desire to.

Have you ever heard of the Canadian kids show called "Mr. Dressup"? Nope.

What about the kids show "Fred Penner's Place"? Nope.

Did you hate Sesame Street when you were little too? No.

Were you born perfectly healthy or with some(or a lot) of health issues? I was born healthy.

What are those 'said' health issues? –

Do you collect DVDs? No. I don’t have that many.

Do you download music? Nope. I’ve just used Spotify the past several years now.

Or do you still go to stores and buy CDs? No, I have’t done that in yearssss.

Did you skip(jumo-rope) a lot as a kid? No.

Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? EW, noooooo.

Didn't you just LOVE art class in elementary school?! Yeah.

Have you ever played dodgeball? Ugh, yes. I hated dodgeball. I don’t find having a ball thrown at me to be fun at all. I was always scared of getting hit in the face.

What about Red Rover? Yes.

Have you ever played "What time is it mr. wolf?"? It doesn’t sound familiar.

Do you hate your weight? Yes.

Have you ever struggled with a mental illness? I do.

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? Peanut butter, hands down. I don’t get the hype of Nutella.

Have you ever stepped on a snail? Gahhhh, I’ve run over one before.

Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? I like both.

Do you prefer ankle socks over regular socks? I only wear ankle socks.

Last movie you've seen in theaters? The Invisible Man. That was almost. a year ago now. I miss going to the theater.

What is your oldest sibling's middle name? I’m not sharing that.

Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World? I have been to Disneyland several times, I love it. I’d love to go to Disney World someday.

Would you ever go backpacking across any country? No.

Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? I definitely wouldn’t go alone.

Do you like breadsticks? I do.

Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? I never wear shorts, I’m a leggings gal.

What state were you born in? California. 

Have you ever had a nose bleed? Nooo, thankfully. I would freak out.

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Still live there.

Do you have a weak stomach? Yes.

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes.

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? No.

Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer? No. Definitely not cut out for that.

Do you *really* like donuts? Yesss.

Do you think Disney World could ever get old? Not to me.

If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted? Uh, NO, absolutely not. The only people I text and text me are my parents, brother, and my Nana....

What are your favorite things to spend money on? Food, coffee, clothes.

Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight? I don’t like anyone in that way.

What do you usually order on a pizza? *finishing this hours later from when I started* White sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, crumbled meatballs, and pesto. Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? I’m single.

Who's the first person with the letter "m" in your contacts? My mom.

Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Puppy. 

How old will you be on your next birthday? 32.

What color are your underwear? Blue.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

[moonlightrichie]

Late Night, Early Morning

A repost of my Reddie meet-cute. Wanted to post it properly on here.

Summary:

It’s 7am. A young man has just opened his coffee shop for the day. At the same time, another young man is on his way home from a night out with his friend, and he’s really craving a donut with pink frosting.

Word count: 2900 Pairing: Reddie

READ ON AO3 HERE

It was 5 minutes to 7am, and Eddie Kaspbrak was gulping down his black coffee in a desperate attempt to get his tired eyes to stay open. The coffee shop was cleaned and ready for opening, the cake disk; usually overflowing with cute pastries, was yet to be filled with the cakes he was still preparing in the backroom. Chocolate cupcakes, powdered donuts filled with strawberry-jam and slices of marble cake were only a few of the pastries he was working on.

Baking was one of Eddie’s favorite things to do, and he had just finished a round of donuts, newly dipped in strawberry or chocolate frosting. He had even gotten up extra early to make them. They always sold well in the morning, but because of the long time they took to make, he didn’t do it that often. He just really felt like making them today.  

As he was finding his ‘coffee tunes’-playlist to play on the speakers, the lock of the door clicked, and in walked his co-worker (and best friend), Stan.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning”, Eddie replied. “I was starting to get worried. We’re opening in…” he checked the clock above the milk-steamer, “uhm, now. Just leave the door open.”

He scurried out from behind the counter, and rushed to turn the “sorry we’re closed”-sign to say “come in, we’re open”. Then, he opened his box of chalk, picking out the pink one, and thoroughly scribbled down the daily note on the sidewalk sign before dragging it outside.

The sky was painted in a beautiful pink and red light, and Eddie took a moment to breathe as he felt joy bubbling inside his chest. He couldn’t help the toothy grin forcing its way onto his lips, feeling truly happy.

“I think you need to update your coffee-playlist, Eddie. We’ve been listening to the same boring songs on repeat for like a month now, and I’ve had it”, Stan said when Eddie walked back inside. He already had his apron on, and was frowning at the computer.

Owning a coffee shop was something Eddie had dreamt of doing for years. He looked at his still newly opened coffee shop he had decorated himself with cute lights and artsy paintings, and he looked at Stan standing behind the counter, skipping some of the songs playing, and he sighed happily.

***

It was 5 minutes past 7am, and Richie Tozier was making his way down the street, still full of energy from the night out (and also still a little tipsy). He was walking a few steps in front of Bill who was babbling about how crazy it was that there were people on their way to work at the same time as they were just making their way home. Richie nodded his head in agreement. They had already passed a couple bus stops, receiving judgmental looks from middle-aged men in suits.

Richie was exceptionally happy with how the night had been. Even though he and Bill shared an apartment, they hadn’t really had much time to spend together in a while. They used to do so much, and now that Bill was studying literature and Richie was working at the local radio station, their schedules always clashed. They had finally found a weekend where they both had time, and they jumped at the chance to hang out together immediately.

It had been Richie’s idea to go out drinking, and even though Bill wasn’t too happy about it at first, he sure was happy after scoring a cute girl’s number at the club. Richie was the best wingman in the world. He had truly patted himself on the back for that one.

“Holy fuck, I’m craving cake right now.”

“Richie, you’ve buh-been craving food fuh-for three hours now, w-we have food at huh-huh-home.”

“No, Bill. Not just food. I need something sweet! I don’t know, candy, cake, frosting, ice cream, sugar cubes, anything.” Richie was waving his hands in the air, the desire for sugar burning inside his chest.

Bill sighed next to him. “Well, thuh-there is puh-puh-probably something at huh-huh-home you can eat? Puh-please let’s g-go home, I’m so tired.”

Richie looked at him, resisting the urge to fall down to the ground dramatically. “How can you even say that, Bill? Are you truly denying me the sweet taste of a donut right now? Are you sincerely saying I should instead eat whatever dry crackers we have at home? How dare you?”

Bill rolled his eyes. “S-stop being so duh-dramatic.”

Richie ignored the comment as he suddenly stopped. He sighed intensely, regretting the words he had uttered just seconds earlier, because “fuck, now I want donuts”, he whined. “You know those donuts with pink frosting? Holy shit, I need one of those right now, or else I’m actually going to die.”

“Home, Ri-Richie.”

“Fine”, Richie sulked.

They continued walking, this time Richie a few steps behind Bill. He really didn’t want the dry crackers they had at home as a snack before bed.

“How hard is it to make donuts?”

Bill shrugged. “I don’t know. Puh-probably not that huh-hard, even though I th-think you’d muh-mess it up anyways.”

Richie gasped, clutching a hand to his chest. “How can my best friend betray me like this?”

Then he looked around, and that’s when he saw it. “Oh my god.” 

Just down the street, only a couple blocks from their apartment, stood a cute little coffee shop, and it was open. Richie frantically grabbed Bill’s at arm to stop him from walking. “I can’t believe this.”

Bill looked at where Richie’s gaze was locked and he tugged his arm away. “Richie, please, I ruh-really want to go home.”

“Give me five minutes.” He started walking before Bill could protest more, and stopped when he got to the sidewalk sign.

It said ‘We have donuts’ with small pink hearts drawn around it in chalk.

“They have fucking donuts!” Richie screamed at Bill who was still on the other side of the street. “It’s literally destiny, Bill, come on!”

“Okay, just huh-hush, people are sluh-sluh-sleeping.”

Richie took another quick look at the sign and the pink hearts before they walked in, muttering “cute” under his breath.

***

It was 7:20am when they got their first customers. Stan was cleaning the tables, and Eddie was just finished slicing up the marble cake.

First walked in a fairly attractive guy, tall with auburn hair and pretty eyes. The one thing Eddie noticed, though, was that this man was definitely not on his way to work. He looked dead tired as if he hadn’t slept all night.

Then entered another guy, tall and lanky, dressed in black jeans and a denim jacket. Eddie had to hold back a tiny gasp when he saw the dark curls framing the guy’s pale face, because damn it if this guy wasn’t Eddie’s type exactly. 

The guy was smiling wide, talking loudly to his friend, and the shop was suddenly much more lively than it had been just seconds ago.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Good morning!”

The two guys looked up at the same time, both looking a little caught off guard as if they hadn’t realized there were going to be people there. 

The guy with curly hair locked eyes with Eddie, and Eddie smiled shyly.

For a moment, the guy just stared at him, eyes wide behind his glasses. “Holy shit”, he whispered softly.

Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion, smile faltering just the tiniest bit. “Uhm.”

The guy shook his head as if coming out of a trance, clearing his throat. “Ah, uh, y-yes, good morning.” He was blushing, an embarrassed smile taking over his features. Cute.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Eddie asked, walking over to the cash register.

The guy came closer, his smile suddenly a lot bolder. “How about your number, cutie?” His tone was flirtatious, catching Eddie off guard.

He heard Stan scoff from where he was washing tables.

It took a couple seconds before Eddie managed to regain his composure. “Well, uhm”, he laughed humorlessly, feeling warmth spread across his face. He frowned, not quite believing the situation he was in. Was he actually being hit on at 7:20 in the morning? “I’m sorry, but that’s not for sale.” He raised his eyebrows. “And actually, I’m not really sorry for that.”

The guy sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to settle for one of those donuts.”

“With strawberry or chocolate frosting?”

“Definitely strawberry.”

“Right, that will be 2 dollars then.”

Eddie could feel the guy’s eyes looking him over as he walked over to the cake disk. He put the donut carefully into a paper bag before returning to the register. There was a 5-dollar bill lying there, and the guy was smiling at him, showing off his semi-crooked teeth. “Keep the change, cutie.”

Eddie couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love with that smile. The guy obviously had lots of charm and charisma and was probably a natural flirt too. Having way too much pride and being the stubborn man that he was, Eddie was not going to fall for it. The guy might be cute, but he did look like a mess. His hair was chaotic, his eyes tired and just like his friend, he looked like he had been up all night. 

Eddie smiled timidly while handing over the paper bag. “Thank you.”

When grabbing the bag, the guy brushed his fingers over Eddie’s, evidently on purpose, and Eddie cursed himself when the touch left tingles prickling on his skin.

“You know, I think it was destiny that we met.” The guy had his elbow on the counter, his chin resting in his palm, eyes never leaving Eddie’s face.

Eddie raised his eyebrows dejectedly. “Yeah? How so?”

“Because…” the guy raised his other hand, pointing his finger in the air as if trying to make a point. “Literally not even 10 minutes ago, me and Bill here”, he pointed to his friend, “we were walking down the street, and talking about how much we wanted donuts. And suddenly, out of nowhere, your cute little shop pops up with a sign saying you have donuts.” The guy smiled wider. “I think that’s fucking destiny.”

“I think that’s just called a coincidence.” Eddie was trying his hardest not to sound mean. He was in his work place, and took his job very seriously. Treating costumers nicely was very important for the shop’s reputation. This guy was making it very fucking difficult.

The guy just kept smiling despite the rejecting tone to Eddie’s voice. “No, I don’t think so. What I think, is that I just met the love of my life.”

Eddie couldn’t help the surprised sound escaping his throat. His face was probably as red as the sunrise outside.

“Richie,” the other guy said. “Can we puh-please go huh-home now?”

Richie just raised his hand at the guy, still looking at Eddie. “Just a moment.”

The guy, clearly frustrated, rubbed his hands over his fatigued face. “You said five muh-minutes.”

Richie turned around then. “Bill, if this was the other way around, I would wingman the hell out of you right now. Are you really trying to ruin this for me?” It seemed like he was trying to whisper even though the volume was very much the same.

Eddie looked over at Stan, and Stan was smiling at him amusedly, clearly entertained by the situation. Traitor.

“We’ve buh-been awake all n-night, the alcohol is out of our suh-system, and you’ve guh-got your donut.” The guy, Bill, was looking ready to pass out, and Eddie felt sorry for him.

“Wait, you’ve been out drinking?” Stan said from where he was now standing behind the cake disk. “Who goes out to party on a Sunday?”

“Irrelevant”, Richie said, looking back at Eddie. “What matters is that I’ve found my soulmate.”

Eddie scoffed, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t even know me.” 

Richie shrugged. “Well, let me take you out then so I can get to know you.” The tone of his voice was much more sincere than flirtatious now, and Eddie was angry with himself for believing it.

He was struggling to find a response, not really wanting to reject the guy anymore. He was very cute and charming, and once again, exactly the kind of guy Eddie would usually fall for.

While Eddie was thinking over his words, Richie opened the paper bag and took a bite of the donut. Every word Eddie was forming in his brain flew out the window as the guy moaned while chewing and looked at Eddie in shock.

“Did you make this?”

Eddie nodded, his mouth slightly open. “Uhm, yes.”

The guy stared at him, his lips coated in pink frosting. “Marry me.”

Eddie jerked backwards while Stan laughed.

“No seriously, we’re perfect together. I love donuts.” He pointed to himself. “And you”, he pointed at Eddie, “make the best fucking donuts I have ever tasted.” He started gesturing between the two of them. “If that’s not soulmates right there, then I don’t know.”

“It takes more than love for donuts to be soulmates, so no, I don’t think you know”, Eddie said.

“Ouch.” The guy placed a hand over his heart, laughing slightly.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“At least tell me your name then.”

Eddie had to consider for a second, but this guy was slowly winning him over. “It’s Eddie.”

“Eddie.” The guy nodded. “Beautiful name for a beautiful man.”

Stopping the blush from spreading over his cheeks was practically impossible at this point. “Thanks”, he answered softly.

“Has this coffee shop always been here? Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

“We opened just a couple weeks ago actually.”

“That’s really great, I hope it stays.” Richie smiled genuinely. “These donuts really deserve some true recognition.”

“Thanks, we hope so too.” Eddie smiled back.

“Well, I guess we’re off. Time to get this guy to bed”, Richie said, putting an arm around Bill who looked half asleep.

“Fuh-finally”, Bill yawned.

Richie dropped his arm from Bill’s shoulders as they started walking towards the door, and panic rose in Eddie’s chest. There was absolutely no guarantee he would ever see this Richie again, and despite his efforts of not giving into this guy’s flirtatious behavior, he really didn’t want him to leave. Seeing Richie walk out the door was like letting a beautiful opportunity slip through his fingers.

They were half way out the door, and Eddie spoke before he knew what he was doing “Wait!”

They turned around, Richie’s hand on the door handle. Eddie rushed to find a napkin and quickly scribbled down his number before he could change his mind. He had a feeling that he probably wouldn’t.

He reached out his hand, napkin hanging loosely from his fingers. “Here,” he smiled timidly, suddenly feeling scared that Richie wouldn’t want it after all.

A pleased grin took over Richie’s face as he slowly walked back to the counter. “Really?”

Eddie laughed nervously. “Yes, really.”

Richie reached out, caressing his fingers over Eddie’s as he took the napkin from Eddie’s grip. “Wow, I’ll text you as soon as I wake up tomorrow.”

Eddie grinned. “Don’t you mean later today?”

Richie laughed, crinkles appearing on the sides of his eyes. He looked beautiful. “Exactly.”

Bill tapped Richie on the shoulder.

“Right”, Richie said. “We’re going now.”

They started walking towards the door again, and as Bill opened the door, Richie turned back to look at Eddie. “You’re not going to regret this, Eds.”

“By calling me that, I’m already regretting it!” Eddie said lightheartedly.

The door was closing as Richie started laughing, filling the coffee shop with the beautiful sound one more time.

Eddie just stared at them as the two men talked outside for a second in the pink light.

“I can’t believe that just happened”, Stan said as he stepped up beside him. “Only you could get a date at 7am in the morning.”

Eddie tried glaring at him, but it was impossible with the massive smile on his face.

*** 

It was 7:30am when Richie and Bill stepped out of the coffee shop.

“I can’t believe you just did that”, Bill said. “There were so many people you cuh-could have picked up at the club but duh-didn’t, and instead you pick up someone fuh-fuh-from a coffee shop after we’re duh-done partying.”

Richie laughed. “Well, there weren’t anyone interesting in the clubs. You saw how cute he was, Bill.”

“Well, he wuh-was certainly your type.”

“I’m definitely marrying him.”

“Sure, Richie. Let’s go.”

As the two of them started walking down the street, Richie couldn’t stop himself from looking at the sidewalk sign once more. On the other side that they hadn’t seen on their way inside, it said “Have a brew-tiful day!” a drawn coffee cup with a smiley face grazing the bottom. “So fucking cute”, Richie muttered to himself.

Then he looked up at the coffee shop itself, seeing the name “Books and coffee” in a cursive pink font. He made a mental note of asking Eddie about the name the next time he saw him before turning around and following after Bill, the napkin safely tucked inside the pocket of his jean jacket.

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #fluff #cute #meet-cute #it #it 2017 #reddie fanfic #fanfic #my writing #lynn writes #fanfiction #it fanfic #coffee shop au

[msjr0119]

Forgive me

Part 1- Meeting you Continued

Returning to the living area of the suite, she saw him sat on the couch. Hearing her presence he stood up, turning towards her he couldn’t stop admiring how sexy she looked wearing his top. Gulping, he couldn’t stop gawking her. Riley noticed him staring, she was doing the same.

“I think it’s a bit big for me your highness. Maybe I should pack a spontaneous overnight bag in the future. It smells gorgeous. You and Leo have the same taste in aftershave.” She winked at him, twirling around.

“You can keep it. I have plenty. I’ll give you the aftershave- to remind you of Leo.”

“Heh. Thanks. But I’m okay. I have a lot of memories. I’m going to settle down and get some sleep. Night, Liam.”

As she brushed passed him, their hands touched- it felt as if a bolt of electricity had passed through his veins. “Riley?”

“Yes?” Before he responded he wrapped his arms around her tiny frame. Their breaths in unison- leaning down towards her, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Breaking the kiss, they both remained in silence. I’m sorry, he whispered. Don’t be, she responded.

Holding her tightly, he didn’t know what he was doing. She was the mother of his nephew, the wife of his deceased brother. But he needed her. The one person who helped her brother live his life to the fullest.

“Goodnight, Liam.” Riley knew that he was attractive even without his title, but her only priority was Lucas- and to help Liam grieve over Leo. Nothing more.

I want to hold her, I want to kiss her more. I don’t want a social season. I want to bring her and Lucas back to Cordonia.

******

Liam’s alarm began to buzz at 7am- he was always an early riser. Quickly knocking it off snooze- he didn’t want to disturb Riley. Tossing and turning through the night, he barely slept- his eyes looked like piss holes in the snow. Ringing for food service- he ordered everything on the menu as he wasn’t sure what type of food Riley had a preference for. He also added extra coffee to the order, to get through he day he required a ton of caffeine. Quickly getting dressed, he checked on Riley. She was the definition of sleeping beauty.

The food arrived promptly, placing it on the table he decided to shower quickly. Due to the noise of the running water, he didn’t hear the knock on the door- that awoke Riley from her slumber. Walking to the door still half asleep, she answered yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“Drake?”

“Good morning to you too. I think you should erm cover up a bit.”

“Shit!” Riley felt embarrassed, wishing she had just ignored the knock. Not understanding why she would answer the door when she was a guest. Tightening the grip on the shirt, she had hoped that Drake wasn’t planning on staying and that it was just a quick social call.

“I didn’t hear you two... you know.” Drake laughed, he believed Liam could be a charmer when he needed to be- but to have a one night stand wasn’t usually the ‘good princes’ forte.

“You know what?” Riley provides a perplexed expression to the man who was just stood smirking at her.

“Well you’re wearing Liam’s top, and you are in your underwear.”

“No shit Sherlock. I didn’t intend on staying. And we only kissed. Nothing more. And it won’t be anything more. He’s grieving.”

“You kissed? And if you say so. I saw the sparkle in his eyes. Let us know what your plans are, so I can inform Bastien.”

*****

Liam finished his shower, wearing a towel around his waist- he was shocked to see Riley sat up. She had bed hair, but Liam couldn’t help think that she was still beautiful.

“Sorry Riley I didn’t mean to wake you.” Turning her head, she smiled softly at him.

“You didn’t. Drake did.”

“Oh?”

“Yes he wanted to know your plans so he could inform Bastien.”

“I’ll ring Bastien. I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat- so ordered a feast.”

“I can see. Thank you.”

They ate surrounded by quietness, the birds were tweeting outside. Riley got dressed in her clothes from the previous night- feeling like a dirty stop out.

Liam didn’t want to impose on Bastien driving them places- he informed him that he would be safe and would be contactable if he was required.

Arriving at Riley’s apartment, Liam was shocked at how small it was. Whilst Riley got dressed, she told him to make himself at home. Looking on the wall, his heart sunk- there were photos of Leo. Their ‘fake’ wedding day, Leo holding a newborn Lucas, a picture with their friends- the smile on Leo’s face. A smile that told a million different stories.

“Are you ready to meet your nephew?” Riley asked, whilst placing her hair in a lose bun.

“Erm yes. I do have one question though. Did he do it here?” She followed his gaze, which was viewing the photos hanging on the wall.

“No. He did it in our penthouse, I couldn’t still live there. The memories, it’s traumatic. Come on. Beth’s waiting.”

Riley grabbed his hand leading them out of the apartment. Liam couldn’t begin to wonder how he would feel finding someone he loved in that situation- whilst in the apartment, he couldn’t stop looking at the photo of their wedding day. She looked beautiful even with the fake smiles, Leo looked dapper- no one would believe that it was all a sham.

*****

Beth opened the door, looking like shit. She was shocked that there was a handsome stranger at her door, stood behind Riley. She wondered if her best friend had finally met someone- she was slightly annoyed that Riley didn’t elaborate on the phone what had happened the prior night.

“About time! This little one has missed his momma and Auntie Beth needs to catch up on her sleep.” She stated before yawning over dramatically.

“Sorry Beth. Erm, this is Liam. Leo’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you Beth.” He took her hand, leading it to his lips and softly kissed it- the Prince Charming gesture.

“You too Liam. Get out! I need sleep. See you later, Ri.”

Beth passed Lucas over to Riley who was still asleep. Placing him in his buggy, he looked snug as a bug in a rug. Liam stared at the little boy with admiration, his heart filled with joy.

“So the walk to the park is about 20minutes. Can you hack that your highness? Or are you that used to being chauffeured around?”

“Hey cheeky! I walk. Sometimes.” Liam knew she was being sarcastic but not in a nasty way. He nudged her, as his eyes sparkled.

“That’s hard to believe.” She smirked at him, in a flirtatious manner. They continued to walk at a slow pace, Liam taking in the scenery surrounding them.

Arriving at the pond via a shop for bread, Lucas was still fast asleep. They sat on the wooden bench, people watching. Riley’s heart sunk, seeing parents feeding the ducks with their children. Knowing that Lucas wouldn’t have that opportunity anymore.

“He must have been awake most of the night, he never sleeps for this long.” Riley said as she made sure he was warm enough, wrapping the blanket around him.

“He’s adorable Riley. He’s going to charm all the girls when he’s older.”

“He definitely is. I wish Leo was here to see him grow up.”

They both remained in silence, waiting for the little boy to wake up. Liam placed his arm around Riley. She was gazing up towards the clear blue sky- he believed she was looking up towards Leo.

“He will be looking down on him- on all of us I hope. I think he’s waking up.”

“Hey buddy. There’s someone Mommy wants you to meet.” Picking him up from his buggy, she sat him on her lap. His wide eyed baby blues fixated on the stranger sat next to them.

“Lucas, this is your uncle Liam. Say hi.” She waved, encouraging the boy to copy which he did.

“Hi.” Liam held his hand, his heart fluttered as Lucas tightened his grip.

“Hi buddy.”

“Do you... erm. Do you want to hold him?”

Liam nodded, he was unsure of how to hold him to begin with but natural instinct took over. Lucas snuggled into his uncles embrace. Stroking his head, Liam was filled with emotions. This unconditional bond he could have with his nephew would have been non existent if Drake didn’t stumble across Riley’s bar.

“He’s perfect. I love him already. Riley, you’ve done an amazing job.”

“It’s been hard. But he’s my priority - always will be.”

“I... I... I was thinking last night.” He’s been thinking about the kiss- it was a mistake. A one off. Shit.

“Liam, it’s fine. That kiss it was a one off. I understand, you’re grieving. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I wasn’t going to talk about that. I am sorry if I offended you with that gesture.” He gulped. “I don’t want to have a social season. I don’t want to be in a loveless marriage. I know it’s my duty, my responsibility. But I believe I can rule with or without a Queen. I know that Leo, would have wanted me to be able to make my own decisions. And I’m starting with that now. I was considering asking you if you’d both return to Cordonia with us. Leo would want you both to be supported and cared for. I’m willing to do that with everything in me.”

#theroyalromance #choices trr #riley brooks #drakewalker #maxwell beaumont #liam rhys #trr forgive me #leo rhys

[drabblesanddreams]

Hi !i hope you enjoyed your vacation! Can you write a atsushi x blind reader and she falls in love with his voice and it kinda takes him a while to like her?

Hi! I did enjoy it thank you so much:) Sorry this piece took so long i was honestly kind of scared to write a disabled reader as i didnt want to fuck it up but at least i tried haah! Also i tried writing a reader who didnt work in the ADA which i hope worked out good, regardless thank you so much for your request, i hope it turned out to your liking though i did get carried away as its a little longer than usual…

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Atsushi x reader

TW: nothing

Summary: Basically u cant see much and atsushi is insecure cutie again

It was a long day ofworking and there was nothing that you wanted more to do then go to bed forwhat would seem like all of eternity, that’s how tired you are. Yawningslightly, you made your way up the stairs to your apartment with a relativeamount of ease. 

Your body had already gotten familiar to the pathway to your livingspace, although you were partially blind. You had been partially blind yourwhole life, only being able to recognize the shifting of light and whatnotbehind your (e/c) eyes. 

The familiarity of the routine encompassed a feeling ofserene comfort. All your life, you relished in the concept of order, everythinghad their place in the world and you greatly respected that notion. It onlymade living life a tad bit easier, with that belief you had clung onto.

As you continued toclimb the stairs, you briefly let go of the railing in order to place a handupon the wall, letting it travel upwards as you felt up the hard, stone surfacebeneath it. 

You recognized the sudden shifting of light and realized that youwere at the top of the stairs now. Making haste, you walked the approximate numberof steps that you were familiar with in order to get to your door and unlockedit, before scurrying inside in and shutting the door behind you.

You briefly turned onthe light in order to recognize the area in which you should place yourbelongings and did so before making your way sleepily to your bedroom.

 You didn’teven bother changing into your pajamas and instead just settled for strippingout of your work clothes so that you were in your undershirt and underwear.

  Allin all it was kind of a shitty day, you thought as you settled into yourbed. See, you worked in a café that normally wasn’t this exhausting but todayit seemed as if you had received a greater number of either ignorant or rude customers.Accompanied by the fact that your manager asked you to stay back to close onlyirked you even more. 

This had overthrown your routine and you were upset aboutit as you had most likely missed your favourite part of each day.

Unfortunately, youlied in bed feeling quite awake now.

Of course, that was until you heard it, hisvoice.

Smiling to yourself,you rolled over in bed until you were closer to the thin walls that separated youand your neighbor. You could clearly make out the mutterings and comments madeby your neighbor, Atsushi Nakajima. 

Every night the poor boy would come backhome and spend half an hour or so speaking to someone, most likely over thephone, about the day’s mission he had to endure. It was always so entertainingto you, his whole life was an adventure to you, almost like a good book that hewould speak verbally out loud to. It always lulled you to bed ever since hefirst moved in. 

From what you could gather, he was a recent employee of theArmed Detective Agency starting from a few months back. 

This agency was right besidethe café that you worked at so you always managed to hear him there as well asin the mornings when both of you would greet each other a good morning.

You let your eyelidsfall shut as you homed in on his soft voice. Unlike the noisy sounds of thecity that so often gave you a headache, his voice was incredibly soothing andquiet.

 It was always accompanied by gentle undertones as well which shocked youslightly at first as you couldn’t believe how someone could be that type ofkind. 

His voice was almost to the point of melodic, the words that would takeform by his tones would spin into a plethora of stories and recounts that youyourself liked to listen to as you fell asleep.

Besides his voice, hehimself was a kind and gentle person. You had heard that way he had interactedwith his co-workers in your café, his undying patience in the antics of his,what you assumed to be, supervisor Dazai Osamu. 

The interactions between thetwo never failed to make you chuckle as you would hide your amusement behindthe coffee machines.

Through all this, itwas no surprise that you fell in love with him.

Unfortunately, the feeling was not mutual as both of you were mere acquaintances. 

But you werefine with this, as much as it pained your heart you accepted that not everyonein the world was lucky enough to be loved back by the person that theycherished close to their heart.

With this thought inmind, you let yourself quickly let yourself succumb to the sweet promise ofsleep with Atsushi’s voice in the background.  

Hours later, yousnuggled into your comforter serenely, turning over and inhaling deeply. It hadbeen quite a while since you’ve been this well rested.

 In fact… the mere notionof how well rested you were feeling was a tad bit suspicious.

 Throughthe foggy haze clouding your mind, you shot up in bed as a shocking realizationshot through you. It seemed that you had been so exhausted the previous nightthat you had forgotten to set your alarm for the upcoming workday.

The possibility thatyou had slept in quickly caused your heart to speed up slightly in fear thatyou completely missed your shift. “Siri, what time is it?” you demanded as youdistressingly rolled out of bed.

“The time is 6:47 am” YourAI responded back in that calm, robotic annoyingly professional voice. A suddenbout of irritation shot up through your body, how could this stupid phone be socalm when you were here panicking the hell out, trying to find your belongings?

 Shaking your head, you focused on the fact that you had 13 minutes to get to workand you had to scram!

You paced around the room, hands reaching out and patting every surface insearch of your work attire. Thank god you had memorized the layout of your flatotherwise you would surely be stumbling across every piece of furniture in yourwake. Okay, so maybe you were stumbling, but not as much as if you were in a completelyunfamiliar place.

Suddenly, your handsfound several articles of clothing and once you had identified them as yourwork clothes by running your fingers over the logo stamped on the shirt, youwasted no time in pulling them on before racing out the door. 

Not so carefullysprinting across the living room, you grabbed your backpack from where you hadthrown it the previous night and pulled open the door. 

Shutting the door behindyou, you turned the corner to the right in order to make it to the stairsbefore you collided with a taller, harder body.

The impact sent yousprawling to the ground and in return, you heard some of your belongings fromyour backpack crash as well. Oh my god, you thought Did I just make afool of myself?!.

“I-I am so sorry sir!”You hurriedly apologized as you dropped to your knees, quickly trying to searchfor your belongings so you could get the hell out of there in order to not be moreof an embarrassment.

“A-ah no it’s my fault,here let me help you,” the other body hastily said back, and you felt your bodygrow hot with the awful realization that you recognized this man’s voice. It wasyour neighbor, freaking Atsushi. It seemed that you had indeed made yourselfout to be an embarrassment. Crashing into your crush on a 7am morning wasnot how you wanted to make your first impression on said crush.  

“You’re too kind, haha,thank you!” You anxiously said back as the both of you quickly gathered the itemsthat fell from your backpack. Once he had finished handing you your items, theboth of you stood up. 

“I-I’m really sorry again, I didn’t see you there,” hesaid, the sound of him scratching the back of his head could be heard and youcould only smile at his nervous behavior. His antics were adorable if you hadto be quite honest. 

“That’s alright Its kind of my fault, I was too much of ina rush to get to work to remember the layout of my surroundings,” you said backapologetically.

A brief pause followed before he cleared histhroat, “You can’t see?” he asked and you could only imagine the cute way hisfeatures would scrunch up, the widening of his beautifully coloured eyes,whatever colour they may be.

 Shyness coursed through you as you nodded, youhoped this fact didn’t define you or change how he would possibly see you inthe future. 

After all, you were more than your disability. You then explained, “I’vebeen visually impaired since I was a kid..b-but I can still see shadows and light,even movement.”

Another pause followedand you swallowed in anticipation of his reply.

“If it’s no trouble miss,please let me walk you to work to make it up for crashing into you!” Atsushi rapidlyoffered and your (e/c) widened. You felt your jaw drop slightly at hisproposition but before you could ask why, he answered for you, “I- you work atRen Café right? Near the ADA?”. You blinked at this; how did he know? Could hehave possibly remembered you from the small interactions you both shared?

“It’s just Dazai’salways talking about how good the coffee you make is which I guess is how I knowyou and its also on the way so it would be no problem.” He shyly explained andyou felt your cheeks heat up at this.

“A-alright,” youaccepted hesitantly and the both of you made your way down the stairs and outof the building, Atsushi kindly offering any assistance if you were in need.

Days turned intoweeks, and slowly this became a part of your routine.

More precisely, Atsushi kindly walking you towork before moving on forward to his own workplace. On those walks, not onlydid you learn more about Atsushi himself, you got to hear more of his voice.

 Throughhis words, you learned about his special ability, about his work as a detective,how Dazai managed to do this, or how his other co-worker Kunikida managed to dothat. It was still as lovely to you as it was back then and only caused you tofall for him even more as you got to know him.

The slight low pitchof his voice grew increasingly more attractive to you with each passing day.

On this particular day,you opened the door of your apartment, “Good morning Atsushi-kun!” you greetedcheerfully, knowing full well that he would always be waiting for you on theother side of the door to walk to work. 

“M-morning (Y/n)-chan!” he replied, andyou could basically sense the smile on his lips. 

Shutting the door behind you,you looped your arm through his before rounding the corner like you would do everyother day. Humming, you let your stride fall into a small skip, unwillinglypulling Atsushi along with your movements. 

“You seem like you’re in a good moodtoday,” he commented as the both of you made your way down the stairs. His armtightened around yours to ensure that you wouldn’t fall as you had done the daybefore. 

Oh, how much you had laughed from the sheer embarrassment of it all ashe quickly fretted over you in clear worry.

“What?” you asked,feigning offense, “Am I not allowed to be happy?” you accused. Laughing at howhe stumbled over his words in an attempt to deny your words, you shook yourhead, “Just kidding!” you giggled.

“(y/N)-chan!” hewhined adorably at your teasing before quieting down, “(y/n)_chan..” he saidquietly. “Hm?” you hummed at the sudden change of tone.

“I-uh, are you evercurious to how I look?” he asked, and you blinked, turning your head to hisdirection silently probing for him to expand. “I mean, you know what I am.. I mean…the monster inside of me, but you still want to be my friend..” he hesitantly said,“What if…what if it’s only because you can’t see me, the person I could really be…”

You took in his words,confused for a moment before you realized. Something you had not known beforebefriending the detective was his incredible low level of self-confidence. 

Itwas no secret how close the two of you had become recently, you even taking theinitiative to visit him at his workplace as he would do the same to yours. 

Hemust have been blaming his current happiness of your friendship because you couldn’tsee, and thus was never witness to his transformation into his alter ego of thetiger.

 Because of this unintentional avoidance of not seeing him at his worst, hemust think that I am in an ignorant position.

Huffing slightly, youfelt your growing irritation spike, “Atsushi, me being blind doesn’t haveanything to do with our friendship or my judgment of your character,” youstated annoyed, “I don’t need to see in order to know what you can become andthe fact that you even think that I need to see in the first place so that our friendshipcan have true meaning is frankly offensive” you furrowed your eyebrows angrily asyou placed your hands on your hips.

“A-ah Im sorry(y/n)-chan! I didn’t mean to insinuate… I just…” Atsushi trailed off andyou sighed, letting your arms fall.

 Softly you took a few steps forward untilyou were sure you were much closer to him. “Atsushi, you know how I know you’rea good person aside from what you’ve told me?” you gently asked. “No, I don’t…”he whispered back.

“Your voice,” youstated.

“M-my voice…?” hestuttered out in confusion.

“Yes Atsushi, yourvoice,” you reaffirmed, “You speak in such a gentle manner, in a way that is socomforting and serene to the people around you, its so full of kindness andpatience and that is so rare to find in a world like this.”

“It paints me all thepictures ill never see which I’m fine with because I would honestly just have yourvoice then see any of the sights of the world…and I don’t know about youAtsushi but I don’t think anyone would describea monster like that” you continued to explain before letting the silencesink in as he took in your words. 

Exhaling, you took a step forward and reachedfor his hand, intertwining it with your own. Tilting your head upwards, you leta sudden burst of confidence fill you as your nose brushed against his, “(Y/n)-chan”he stuttered out, but you never let him finish.

“Your voice is the most beautiful thing I’veever heard” you admitted in a shy whisper.

 Where this confidence came from, youhad no idea, but he had to know how much of a good person he was, how he wasnot the monster so many people had previously tried to make him out to be.

 Itseemed as even though you were blind, you could see things this man couldn’t.

“(Y/n)-chan…”he breathed out as you felt his hands caress the sides of your face. His foreheadrested upon yours before he whispered, “thank you” and then you felt his softlips claim yours.

#atsushi #atsushi nakajima #atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #atsushi nakajima imagine #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd imagine #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs imagine #fanfiction #writing #request

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Selftober 19: Jealous

Pairing: Archie Hopper x Nicole Hopper

Nic never considered herself a jealous person. She was rarely envious of someone else. But Zelena... Oh how that wicked witch irked Nic beyond belief. She still won’t forgive Zelena for the long list of crimes she’s committed, one of which includes the kidnapping of Archie. It wasn’t just that, though. Zelena was confident about herself, and as much as Nic hated her, there was no denying she had a certain beauty to her. The big reason, though, boiled down to one thing: Zelena has been asking Archie an awful lot to babysit her daughter, Robin.

He was more than happy to. He always had a soft spot for kids, and Robin was an easy enough toddler. She was easily entertained with Pongo or other toys, wasn’t too fussy considering her age, and more than once Archie had told Nic that Robin had an adorable laugh. Every time he babysits Robin, it makes him more excited for when he and Nic eventually have children—he hasn’t mentioned the idea yet, but he hopes to one day.

Nic’s jealousy started to reach a boiling point one night. She was curled up in an armchair, notepad in hand as she scribbled down the list of groceries. Pongo sat almost like a guard dog below the chair, his head rested beside her on the chair. He was content with the casual scratches behind the ear he received from her despite her sour mood. Archie was aware of her bad mood. She barely talked at all the whole time she’s been home and she didn’t eat much of her dinner which only meant one thing: she was upset about something. What that thing was, he wasn’t sure. But he could tell from the way she was guarding herself—both emotionally and physically—it was bad. She hasn’t done that in a very long time. The last time he can remember her being this guarded was all the way back to the Enchanted Forest. That was nearly a lifetime ago.

He finished cleaning what little dishes needed to be done and placed them on the drying rack. He called over to her from the kitchen. “Can you put dish soap on the list?”

She was silent for a moment, and Archie wasn’t sure if she heard him. He was about to repeat himself when she replied with a curt “m’kay” and wrote down what he had requested.

Archie dried his hands on some paper towels and walked into the living room. “I wanted to let you know I promised Zelena I’d watch Robin tomorrow evening.”

Nic couldn’t help but grumble out, “You’re not her father.”

Luckily, he didn’t hear her clearly, asking, “What did you say?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concerned. She was never short with him.

“Everything is fine,” she gave him an obvious fake smile. “I’m tired so I’m going to bed.” She put the notepad and pen on the coffee table and stood up from the armchair. “Goodnight.” She said as she walked up the stairs to their bedroom.

In the morning, the sunlight was much brighter than Archie expected when he woke up. He slept in later than expected, the alarm clock hadn’t gone off. Normally he was up at 7am with Nic, but the clock read 8:47am. When he got downstairs, she was nowhere to be found. Pongo was laying on the couch, taking an early morning nap. There was a note on the coffee table, and Archie picked it up the moment he noticed it.

Gone grocery shopping, be back soon. —Nic

Something was absolutely wrong now, that Archie was sure of. He and Nic always went grocery shopping together, so for her to leave and do it herself without even waiting for him to wake up he knew she was upset about something. He hoped he didn’t do anything to upset her.

When Nic came home from shopping, the house was quiet. She figured Archie had taken Pongo out on his morning walk. She brought the groceries in and unpacked them, put food into the fridge, freezer, or cabinets. She stocked the bathroom with the soap and shampoo needed, came back downstairs to finish putting away the food.

Archie came home as she was still unpacking, and he noticed her struggling to put a can of diced tomatoes on a high shelf. He closed the door and walked towards the kitchen to help her. She didn’t seem to notice him, if she did, she certainly wasn’t paying him any mind. Not until he gently took the can from her and placed it on its designated shelf.

“I had it,” she grumbled. Before she could grab another can, Archie took her hand in his.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked bluntly.

Nic gave him an exasperated look despite her flat tone. “I’m not mad at you.” She pulled her hand away and started to make her way to the living room.

“Sweetheart, please, if it’s something I did, tell me.”

“I’m not mad at you!” She snapped. It caught them both off guard. Nic worked hard to keep her temper under control.

Despite the small outburst from her, Archie remained calm. “Then tell me what’s going on.”

Nic sighed. “It’s Zelena.”

He paused. He always knew Nic disliked the witch, ever since the second curse that occurred that took away a year of their memories. She didn’t like Zelena for a multitude of reasons, ones she didn’t delve into. “What did she do to make you so mad?”

There was hesitation from her. Thinking about it, it was a stupid reason, but one that illicited very real emotions from her. She always felt silly telling Archie what was bothering her no matter how many times he told her that her feelings were valid. Even if she was upset about the smallest thing, he told her that it was no reason to be embarrassed.

“You know I’m not the jealous type…” she began, “but Zelena just, I hate her. I refuse to forgive her after everything she’s done to us, to the town, to Regina. She’s ruined so many lives, and I can’t help but feel like she keeps doing it.” Nic took a deep breath and sat in the armchair. “I can’t help but feel like she’s trying to steal you. I mean, she can use Ashley’s daycare! Why does she need you to constantly babysit her daughter? It’s not like she has a job or anything! All she wants to do is ruin lives.” She buried her face in her hands. “But she’s beautiful and confident and who wouldn’t fall for her despite her horrible personality?”

“Oh, Nic.” Archie walked over and knelt down in front of her. He gently took one of her hands and comfortingly rubbed her knuckles, and he cupped her face with his other hand. He gave her a soft smile. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re my wife, and I love you so much. If it bothers you so much, I will stop. But I need you to know that I love you, and you have no idea how beautiful you are.”

Nic sniffled. “I just don’t want to lose you after just getting you.”

He sighed and squeezed her hand. Archie kissed her head. “I love you and only you. You will never lose me, I promise. I will only ever love you.” He brought her hand up and kissed it softly. “You’re my happy ending.”

She gave him a small smile. “You’re my happy ending too. I’m sorry for being so cold to you. I didn’t want to admit that I was jealous.”

“I understand, I do, but you can always tell me when something is bothering you.”

“I know…”

“She could never compare to you.”

“Thank you, cupcake.” She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. “I love you too, by the way.”

#this ended up being longer than i expected #mywriting #my conscience #otp: happily ever after #self insert community #self ship community #self ship #self insert fic #self insert #self shipping #self shipping community #selftober