#lent from tomorrow (today was too small for us)

[fanficmaverickpodcast]

The latest episode of The FanFic Maverick podcast is out! The show is available through the link above and also on Apple Podcast, Google Podcast, Spotify, and iHeartRadio.

In this episode I got to chat with Aimmyarrowshigh (a.k.a. V) about her exciting journey through fandom over the years, and her current Stucky WIP ‘Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us).’

Thanks for coming on the show, @aimmyarrowshigh!

The link for ‘Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us)’ is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48337372/chapters/121912741

Keep on rollin'!

#aimmyarrowshigh #stucky #fandom history #fandom joy #fanfiction writers #podcast #fanfiction #fanficmaverick

[java-dragon]

Latest Fanbinding project for @aimmyarrowshigh's Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us)

This is the decorative cover page for the interior of the book. My brain pulled a manual override on me so I had to pick this back up in between me doing my part for the Friendsgiving thing I'm doing tomorrow. Tried to grab all of the "key bits" that I associate with the story. Hope I did a good enough job.

Done in Canva

#Lent From Tomorrow today was too small for us #fan binding #stucky

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us) by aimmyarrowshigh

archiveofourown.org/works/48337372

1942. The war in Europe drags on. Genius omega Steve Rogers despairs ever being able to help the Allies - until a British beta offers him a unique opportunity: break codes, and stop the Nazis in their tracks. Recruited from his humdrum solitary life in Brooklyn, Steve finds himself embroiled in the secret world of Washington intelligence. As he pours through code, unearthing valuable intel that saves thousands of Allied soldiers' lives, Steve makes a remarkable, horrifying discovery: a hidden code specific to something called The Asset. Wherever the Asset is mentioned, casualties follow. In an effort to stop the carnage, Allied commandos track down the Asset and bring it to DC... where Steve discovers it isn't an it at all, but a damaged, distressed, and destructive Alpha who smells like everything Steve's ever wanted and can never have. Frustrated by the Asset's inability to communicate, Steve launches himself into cracking the code of what makes this Alpha tick, and what he discovers will change the world.

This is the best thing I've ever written, and I've been working on it for two years this week. Happy birthday in T-minus 90 minutes, Steve. I really hope that you all enjoy it and love small smart Steve as much as I do!

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky edit #lent from tomorrow (today was too small for us) #fandom #fanfiction #my fic #captain america #*g #*marvel #*captainamerica

[writingfanficsfan]

Currently reading!

I'm getting out of my reading slump with this fanfic. I've only read 3 chapters so far but I already adore this version of Steve Rogers so much!

And I really like how all the characters from the movie are also coming into the story, each with different roles but somehow it all makes sense. And it has Alpha/Omega so that is also a plus!

I am just just really excited to read more and see how the story builts and how Steve and Bucky/Winter Soldier will meet.

#fanfic rec #stucky #steve/bucky #aimmyarrowshigh #lent from tomorrow

[puzzlebeanficrecs]

Each month I want to share a work in progress that I've started reading or that I'm excited about. This month's fic is:

Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us) by @aimmyarrowshigh

1942. The war in Europe drags on. Genius omega Steve Rogers despairs ever being able to help the Allies - until a British beta offers him a unique opportunity: break codes, and stop the Nazis in their tracks. Recruited from his humdrum solitary life in Brooklyn, Steve finds himself embroiled in the secret world of Washington intelligence. As he pours through code, unearthing valuable intel that saves thousands of Allied soldiers' lives, Steve makes a remarkable, horrifying discovery: a hidden code specific to something called The Asset.

Wherever the Asset is mentioned, casualties follow. In an effort to stop the carnage, Allied commandos track down the Asset and bring it to DC... where Steve discovers it isn't an it at all, but a damaged, distressed, and destructive Alpha who smells like everything Steve's ever wanted and can never have.

Frustrated by the Asset's inability to communicate, Steve launches himself into cracking the code of what makes this Alpha tick, and what he discovers will change the world.

This story seems like it will be a fascinating, thrilling, and interesting exploration of codebreaking, the 1940s, gender roles through a/b/o, and of course the love Steve and Bucky will undoubtedly have for each other. I already enjoy the worldbuilding and the way Steve is being written. Clearly so much care and thought has been put into this story and it is going to be wonderful.

You can read it here:

#stucky #stucky fic rec #marvel fic rec #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #aimmyarrowshigh #fic rec #fic recs

[ao3-stucky]

by aimmyarrowshigh

1942. The war in Europe drags on. Genius omega Steve Rogers despairs ever being able to help the Allies - until a British beta offers him a unique opportunity: break codes, and stop the Nazis in their tracks. Recruited from his humdrum solitary life in Brooklyn, Steve finds himself embroiled in the secret world of Washington intelligence. As he pours through code, unearthing valuable intel that saves thousands of Allied soldiers' lives, Steve makes a remarkable, horrifying discovery: a hidden code specific to something called The Asset.

Wherever the Asset is mentioned, casualties follow. In an effort to stop the carnage, Allied commandos track down the Asset and bring it to DC... where Steve discovers it isn't an it at all, but a damaged, distressed, and destructive Alpha who smells like everything Steve's ever wanted and can never have.

Frustrated by the Asset's inability to communicate, Steve launches himself into cracking the code of what makes this Alpha tick, and what he discovers will change the world.

Words: 3674, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Arnim Zola, Chester Phillips, Howling Commandos, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, World War II, Cryptography, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Jewish Natasha Romanov, Jewish Wanda Maximoff, Jewish Darcy Lewis, Jewish Jane Foster (Marvel), Jewish Scott Lang, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Feral Behavior, Mystery, Codebreaker Steve Rogers, Cryptanalyst Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), Canon-Typical Violence, crockpot romance, Period-Typical Sexism, Period Typical Bigotry

#ao3feed #stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

[freudianslumber]

Today, Tomorrow and Forever

Summary:  Angel Elvis went through Hell when being falsely accused of betraying God.  Eventually found true love with LAPD narcotics officer B.B. King.

Chapter 6 Moody Blue

Pairing: B.B. King x Elvis Presley (m/m)

Word count:  2.6k

Warning:  description of medical issues due to previous injury

After grabbing a quick bite at a Carl’s Jr. on the way back, B.B. finally arrived at home with his new friend in tow.   Home was a modest single-story house in a quiet neighborhood in Arcadia.  The small front lawn looked like it needed more watering and the backyard was a little overgrown with weeds.  An old blue Dodge Charger parked in the driveway.  B.B. drove his Jeep into the garage before showing Elvis inside.  The interior of the house was neat enough but minimally furnished and decorated.  Other than the usual couch and TV, the most prominent feature of the living room was several electric guitars laying against the wall at a corner complete with amplifiers and a bunch of cables.  Next to these was a standup piano under the covers, looking like it had been less utilized.  “Are you a musician Gunnie?” Elvis inquired with interest.  On the verge of blushing, B.B. mumbled: “Just a hobby…Jimi and I used to be in a blues band and even played the occasional gig around town.  Now I only muck around once in a while at Moody Blue’s down the block.” “Gunnie?! That sounds real professional!!” The younger man’s excitement and enthusiasm could barely be contained.  “Can I go to see you perform?” B.B. couldn’t say no to Elvis’ begging puppy eyes and cute lips which were about to form a slight pout: “Uh I guess, but don’t set your expectations too high!”  

Elvis was very cheerful after that, he followed B.B. to the guest room after the basic layout of the house had been shown to him which included the master bedroom and a kitchen as well.  He noticed some framed nature photography on the walls.  “Is that Sequoia?” He pointed at one of them, curious.  “Close, that’s Kings Canyon National Park next to Sequoia.“ B.B. replied, “I took these photos last spring when I was hiking there.”  “Gunnie, you’re so artistic.” Elvis marveled, “Where did ya learn all this?”  B.B. shrugged, “Suppose I just had too much time on my hands.  I took a couple of photography courses at Community College. ”  Elvis had barely recovered from his amazement at all B.B.’s hidden talents when the latter reminded him it was time to wind down for the night.  B.B. found a small plastic bench to put inside the shower for Elvis to sit on, and cautioned him to stand up slowly when he was done.  Elvis nodded appreciatively, disappeared into the bathroom while B.B. waited by sitting on the twin size bed right outside.  He had to be on the lookout in case Elvis got into another accident.  Thankfully the shower was uneventful this time, Elvis brushed his teeth, changed into cotton underwear and a bathrobe before coming out to the bedroom.  B.B. already had all the wound care supplies laid out at bedside ready to be used.  Elvis opened his bathrobe for B.B. to clean the arrow wounds and redress them.  Then B.B. had Elvis lay down on his stomach, and rubbed a thin layer of lidocaine ointment on the countless overlapping whip scars and bruises on his back where he would have a hard time reaching.  The angel felt so relaxed and comfy he hummed a little: “Gunnie, you are so good to me…”  B.B. sighed, putting a heat pad on Elvis’ back, “Time for bed, Elvis.  Tomorrow we’ll go shoppin’.”  

The next day, Elvis woke up mid-morning.  The two of them finished breakfast and then B.B. made good on his promise to take Elvis shopping.  Of course, Elvis needed to be in some type of disguise to be in public so B.B. lent him a pair of dark wayfarer sunglasses and a black hat.  The combo worked exceptionally well as they spent the next few hours in a nearby mall without disruption.  B.B. ended up purchasing everything from briefs, tank-tops, shirts, pants to sweaters and jackets.  Elvis tried to stop B.B. from splurging on him, but B.B. had no qualms at all spending money this way, since everything looked so darn nice on the handsome young fellow.  So Elvis ended up getting casual shoes and sneakers that day as well, although he was still wearing a CAM boot per Tina’s instruction due to right ankle fracture.  Once home B.B. had Elvis change into the new navy blue turtle neck sweater and a pair of perfectly-fitted pants that showed off his long and graceful legs.  He was enjoying the view when the cell phone went off, he checked the screen, it was Tina.

The X-rays done yesterday confirmed that Elvis’ lower right lung was punctured, it also revealed almost one quarter of the lung was filled with blood from the injury.  This caused Elvis to be easily out of breath and also quite anemic.  Tina told her brother over the phone that the usual treatment for this would be to drain the blood from the lungs by inserting a chest tube, a procedure which needed to be done in a hospital and Elvis would then need to be monitored as inpatient for several days before the chest tube could be removed.  A blood transfusion would also normally be beneficial, however since Elvis was not human, a transfusion reaction would be likely and unpredictable.  Stunned by this new information, B.B. hung up and related everything to Elvis, who took a minute to take it all in.  “No, I ain’t going to the hospital.” Elvis finally broke the silence, “Whatever will be will be.  Being found out, taken away and experimented on would be worse than death.” His eyes grew desperate, breathing more rapidly: “If I was to bleed out my last drop of blood into the lung, so be it.  Please Gunnie, let me stay!” B.B. could not help but pull Elvis into a hug: “Oh honey, don’t despair!  You’re safe with me, remember?  I’ll never force ya into anything you don’t wanna do. There’s gotta be another way, I’ll talk to Tina and see if there are other options.” 

When B.B. got Tina back on the phone, she said she had a feeling this was going to happen.  B.B turned on speakerphone so Elvis could hear as well.  Tina told them there was a chance Elvis’ hemothorax could heal slowly on its own and this was all they could hope for since there wasn’t a third option.  Meanwhile all that could be done was to take common sense precautions, have Elvis avoid any significant exertion or reinjury.  Any sudden deterioration of his condition would warrant emergency surgery.  Elvis thanked Tina for all her concern and the professional advice, he promised to be careful, and added if anything bad happened it would be nobody’s fault but his own.  Tina told B.B. to monitor Elvis for any major change and follow up in clinic in one week before ending the call.

To lighten up the mood, B.B. told Elvis he had a late-night performance scheduled that night at the Moody Blue Bar & Grill in the neighborhood and would bring Elvis to see it.  This did make the young man perk up, or maybe he was just determined not to show any sadness or worry from then on.  The two pretended the phone call never happened and got ready for their night of music.

When they arrived at the cozy restaurant/blues bar, B.B. introduced Elvis to restaurant owner Fats as E.P., a new friend he made on the hiking trail at Sequoia a few days ago.  “E.P.” accidentally broke his ankle slipping on ice so B.B. had to help him out.  This version of the story was partially true of course.  B.B. told Elvis Fats was a wonderful blues/jazz pianist and could sing too, they would often team up on B.B.’s set.  The angel in disguise nodded excitedly and sat down close to the small stage to watch them perform.  Being weekdays and quite late, there were only a handful of customers scattered around the bar and father away in the restaurant area.    

B.B. got off to a flying start with the standard “Everyday I Have the Blues”.  His voice was authentic and soulful, and his guitar licks and riffs on that black Gibson were just divine.  During the instrumental break, the fabulous duo traded brilliant runs with their respective instruments.  Elvis couldn’t believe how good they sounded together, he cheered and clapped loudly at the conclusion of the song, a bit disappointed however by the mere smattering of applause from others that joined him.

B.B. smiled widely at the enthusiastic response from the only customer who really mattered to him that night.  He then launched into the next number with extra gusto, made that guitar wail like there was no tomorrow.  Elvis got so wrapped up in the music he started to sing along with the next song, “Shake, Rattle and Roll”, an old record that Mama used to play in the house and that he was very familiar with as a child.  He tapped his fingers and toes to the rhythm, swayed his body back and forth, even had the urge to jump onto stage and dance if it wasn’t for his CAM boot.  So when Fats walked over and gave him the mic, Elvis did not think twice before singing the next verse loud and clear:

I went over the hill, way down underneath I went over the hill, way down underneath You make me roll my eyes And then you make me grit my teeth

The young man was pitch perfect, his tone was rich and vibrant, his voice perfectly complementary to the sound of the blues instruments.  Fats glanced over at B.B. in amazement, the latter responded with a shrug of his shoulders and briefly held his hands sideways and palms up.  The song ended after all three of them joined in the energetic chorus, singing in unison, and B.B. wrapped it up with a flurry of closing chords. 

Audience reception was marginally warmer this time, a couple of whistles could be heard from a table or two as the last notes died down.  Fats took the microphone and spoke into it: “Well, it looks like B.B. has brought us a special guest tonight.  Say hello to E.P.!  B.B. didn’t tell me how well you could sing!”  Elvis blushed as Fats pulled him up onto the stage, a little out of breath.  “Uh, I sang in a choir sometimes, but I’m not a professional, Mr. Fats.”  Elvis scratched the back of his head, staring down at the ground, shuffling his feet nervously.  “A choir?  That makes sense!  I knew you couldn’t be a total newbie at this.  Is it a church around here? Whereabouts?”  Elvis stumbled for a second and then managed to say: “Oh, it’s out of state.  I’m not from around here…” Fats smiled: “I see, E.P.  Don’t be shy, you sing that old time R&B real well.  Wanna sing another song for us tonight?”  B.B. chimed in: “Yeah E.P., sing us a song!”  Elvis glanced around, it was really getting late and even fewer people were hanging around in the establishment.  He felt better that it seemed like the only two paying attention to him right now were B.B. and Fats.  He worked up the courage to say: “I remember an old ballad I learned a few years ago called ‘Blue Moon’.  Can I borrow your piano for a minute, Mr. Fats?”  “Sure, son.  Give it a whirl!”

Elvis sat down at the piano, began playing a quiet and melancholic refrain.  Then his silky baritone rang out, sounding so plaintive and lonesome, as if it came from somewhere long ago and faraway:

Blue moon You saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon You know just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for

The second half of the song was interspersed with a haunting and heartbreaking falsetto, along with the repeated line “without a love of my own”.  As the music faded out, Elvis stayed sitting there in front of the piano for a moment, staring into space, lost in thoughts.  Scattered applause around the room brought him back from his musings.  B.B. thought he saw those yearning eyes again for a second when Elvis turned and caught his eyes briefly before standing up and thanking the audience.   Clapping loudly, Fats remarked: “Thanks E.P., that was beautiful and different.  Young man, you’ve got an old soul.  We hope to see your talent again around here sometime!” 

“Elvis!! I knew you’d be back!! I followed your career since back in the day!”  Suddenly a grey-haired lady grabbed Elvis by the arm as he tried to settle back down at his previous seat.  Elvis thought she might have walked over from the far end of the restaurant.  The elderly lady looked to be in her 70s, acted like she was astonished and overwhelmed from recognition.  She held out the other hand and touched Elvis lightly on the cheek, then burst into tears: “I knew it!  You are real!  You said you’d see us again!  You don’t have a sideburn and you wear a hat, but I know you’re Elvis!!”  She started laughing and then crying uncontrollably when a teenager came over and pulled her away: “Come on Granny let’s go, please don’t make a scene!”  He looked at Elvis apologetically: “Sorry sir, don’t mind Granny.  She’s got a touch of dementia.” 

On the way home after the Moody Blue gig Elvis was not as talkative as usual.  He did give B.B. and Fats high praise for their blues set, saying that it was the best live music he had heard in almost forever.  B.B. said he loved Elvis’ song as well and that he should sing more.  That was when the angel fell silent for a while, then finally told B.B. he wanted to know more about his past life.  He said he didn’t understand why he had to be in disguise and people seemed to act strangely when they recognized him. 

B.B. was glad Elvis spoke up because he was starting to get worried earlier not knowing what Elvis was contemplating in his mind.  He reassured his friend there was nothing to be ashamed of in his past life, in fact he had been a world-famous music icon.  Once home, B.B. found a few online bios and articles for the angel to read about his previous life on earth as King of Rock n’ Roll.  Unexpectedly, Elvis stopped reading and closed the webpages after only a short time.  B.B. was puzzled: “What is it? Are you upset about something?”  “Nothin’,” Elvis shook his head: “I just don’t like to read about all the mistakes and wrong decisions I’ve made in the past.  Maybe I didn’t deserve to be reborn as an angel in the first place…”  That was when B.B. turned Elvis to face him, he looked straight into those entrancing doe eyes: “Hey Elvis honey, don’t doubt yourself.  Yes, you made some mistakes and regrettable decisions in your life but who hasn’t?  That’s called being human.  Through your own talent and hard work, you went from being a poor southern kid to the top of the music world, and helped revolutionize the industry.  You loved your fans, supported your family and friends, and helped so many in need!  Look at how many singers and musicians followed your footsteps, and how many fans you still have around the world.  Above all you brought happiness to generations of people, I’d say that makes you deserve to be an angel!” “Wow,” Elvis took a small swallow and stuck out his tongue mischievously: “Gunnie you’re so good at motivational speech, you just might be the best counselor ever!” The two friends then burst out laughing together.

#elvis presley #angel au #m/m

[lovemesomesurveys]

What do you like about the house you live in? I like that it has tile floors.  What's the most cliche song you can think of right now? I heard that Pina Colada song a few times yesterday in different TV shows and it’s used in various other shows and films as well.  Name three of your favourite crepe toppings. I’ve only had a crepe a couple times, both of which had bananas and chocolate syrup.  Do you watch How I Met Your Mother? What did you think of the ending? I saw a few episodes and caught parts of it now and then, but I never really got into it. I did try to give a real chance once and just couldn’t get into it.  Have you ever played paintball? Did you get hit? No, I’ve never played. I wouldn’t enjoy something like that. 

Right now, are you too hot, too cold or just right? I’m kind of hot.  What was your favourite fairy tale when you were a kid? Alice in Wonderland.  How do you feel today? Tell me about it. It’s only 1:16AM, but as of now I’m feeling hot, tired, and kind of hungry.  What's the weather like today? It’s currently 63F. I think it’s supposed to be in the upper 80s later on.  Do you ever use a laptop in bed? Yeah, that’s always where I use my laptop.  What were you doing in 2014? I was doing my last full year at UC.  Are you wearing socks right now? What colour are they? No. What time are you taking this survey? It’s 1:18AM now.  Have you ever eaten Caribbean food? No. Do you need to make any purchases soon, big or small? I need to get my laptop checked out and see if it can be fixed, which I know will cost a lot. I wish I could just buy a new one, but I definitely can’t afford it. I’m so thankful my brother has lent me his and I’ve been able to use it all this time (mine went kaput back in April) cause he rarely used his. I can’t just keep his, though, I eventually need to get my own somehow.  What was the first movie you saw at the cinema? How old were you? It wasn’t the first, but the first one I remember seeing is the Rugrats movie. Do you feel hopeful for the future? The future scares me, I have to just take things a day at a time.  Where did you last fly to on a plane? Back home from LA.  If you were going on a daytime date tomorrow, what would you wear? A graphic tee and leggings like I always wear.  Are your parents still together? If not, do you know why? Yes. Have you ever been evicted? Why? No. Would you say you're an organised person? For the most part I would say I am. I’ve been lacking a little the past few years cause I just haven’t had the energy or motivation. I’m currently bedridden and my room isn’t as organized and clean as I’d like it to be.  Have you ever worked as a manager or supervisor? No. Do you eat at a table or on the couch? We don’t have a table, I typically eat in bed (currently that’s the only place). Sometimes I’d eat in the living room or in my parents’ room if my mom was in there.  Tell me something good about the last week of your life. I finally have that damn swallow test scheduled. Hopefully I’ll be able to eat whatever I want soon.  When was the last time you heard a siren? What kind? I heard an ambulance siren about a month ago. Do you like jogging? I don’t jog.  What brand is your TV? Phillips.  What was the last thing you voted for? A poll someone I’m subscribed to on Youtube posted.  Do you remember much from high school? Not really to be honest.  What's the longest you've ever stayed awake? Why did you do it? Like 30-something hours. I certainly didn’t plan to, it just happened.  Do you live in the state/province/territory you were born in? Yes.  What do you want to eat right now? I wish I could have ramen.  Have you ever been wrongfully accused of something? No. What are the five apps on your phone that you use most often? Kindle Unlimited, this crossword game app, Facebook, email, Twitter.  What's one of the most useless things you've ever purchased? I don’t consider anything I buy to be useless, I bought it because I liked it and wanted it. 

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[sugarrushproductions]

Darkwing Duck Reboot

Sleepover

Needless to say, Della was angry when only Lena and Gosalyn showed up at the apartment. She went on a rant about how unsafe and not very practical and that he was likely to get worse if he wasn't in a hospital.

She finally calmed down when Gosalyn said that she and Dewy would be able to visit tomorrow. There was a tiny push back from Scrooge and Webby, the former only wanting to berate Launchpad about crashing the company jeep that he so graciously lent him.

Everyone agreed that Scrooge shouldn't go.

"Wow Gos, your room is cool!" Dewy said as he immediately ran to her bed. The blanket LP had used the night before was still in the living room, so her red fitted sheet and sky blue cover sheet were what was on top. Her pillows all matched in color, but the black was all different textures. On the walls were pictures from different nights that she went on patrol with Drake. As well as a couple with the McDuck crew and LP. The ones with Drake and LP were notably above her bed and had more than the others.

Her curtains were themed from her favorite hockey team. At the end of her bed was also her hockey stick and makeshift gear. Drake and LP didn't get a lot since they split it down the middle. Her desk lamp was Darkwing themed because of that fact. She had a nice, old lady-like rug gifted from the same neighbor that gave her the too big blanket.

"It's very..." Huey said, looking around at the mix-matched room looking for something to compliment. His eyes finally landed on a small shelf with a few books on it. "I like that bookshelf."

"Thanks Huey, but you don't have to lie," Gosalyn said, hopping on the bed next to Dewy. "I know it's not a cool room."

"What? I'm not- lying. I just- really like that shelf."

"Wow, totally convincing there, Huey," Louie said, making Huey growl.

"I'm not good at lying, ok?!" Immediately after saying that, Huey gasped and covered his mouth. Louie smirked.

"Like I said, you don't need to lie," Gosalyn said, waving a hand. Louie then turned to her, same smirk on his beak.

"So Gosalyn," he said, making her slightly uncomfortable. That look reminded her too much of Bulba. "I heard from Beakley that you got suspended. What's that about?"

"Wait-" Huey started.

"What?" Dewy finished, sitting up.

"Oh, uh..." Gosalyn trailed, her hand moving to the back of her neck.

"Woah! Gos, you're trending!" Dewy said, shoving the phone nearly in her face. She was glad for the distraction, but she didn't expect the high def picture of her in her face.

. . .

Violet was watching the TV that was in her room as she sat on her matching lavender sheets.Her window was slightly open, letting the pastel curtains flutter. However, the damp and misty air said rain would soon come, so it would have to close.

"Lena, you were amazing today!" Webby yelled, tackling her friend in a hug. Lena hugged back having missed her friend these few weeks she was here. "You saved so many people! You're a hero!"

"Oh, I just did what anyone would do," Lena dismissed, waving her hand in dismissal.

"They don't think so," Violet said in her monotone voice, her wide eyes the only indication of her emotion.

"What?" Lena said but she didn't want an answer. The news said it for her.

"Ducks and those alike are still raving about the Darkwing Parade Disaster and the little heroes that help Darkdunce-" Lena and Webby both growled at that name "- Defeat the villain that Dark couldn't capture."

"That's right, Katie," the brown hawk said. "And don't get used to me saying that either. I especially liked that little redhead that saved the mayor, or as people are calling her, Red Crossbow."

. . .

"Red Crossbow made St. Canard headlines when she both saved the mayor and Darkwing Duck himself," Dewy read off a tweet from one of the influencer's he followed. "Does the St. Canardian Guardian have his own hero? #RedCrossbow #LittleHeros #Darkwingduckssavior #st.canard #Superheroesstartyoungandimlivingforit!"

"Wow," Louie said, only the slightest tell of him being impressed hidden on his beak. "You got a bigger following than Dewy without even trying. I applaud you."

"I know, right?!" Not the reaction Louie was hoping for as evidenced by him rolling his eyes. Dewy didn't notice, only grabbing Gosalyn's shoulders. "Imagine if I had YOU on my show. I'd get way more than 25 followers. Probably 30- no, 35 followers! Oh! You need a costume! I'm thinking something that screams-"

"No," Gosalyn said.

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"You were going to suggest a big and bright red costume, right?" Dewy started to stammer under her slightly cocky and amused gaze.

"W-what? Noooo. I was just, well,... Ok, fine. Yes, that's what I was going for. But can you blame me?"

"Strategically speaking, it makes the most sense to have an almost unnoticeable costume," Huey said. Louie rolled his eyes and raised one hand from his hoodie pocket to show effect.

"Says the guy who idolizes Gizmoduck!" he said, annoyed. Huey talked about him a lot.

"That is completely different. He has gizmos and gadgets, not to mention one of the greatest minds of our era. No offense, Gos." Huey said as an afterthought. Gosalyn shrugged, not minding. She knew she would likely never be as smart as Fenton, not in any important way. But she found herself gazing at her Darkwing lamp. Could she?

"Wow, just insult Gos, why don't you?"

"I said no offense!"

"Guys, guys, I think your both missing the big point here," Dewy chuckled, hopping off the bed with a near perfect backflip in front of them. "Her publicity. And I've got the perfect plan."

"She needs to have stealth!"

"I don't know," Louie said. "Publicity could equal good money."

"Money isn't the reason for heroism."

"Again, coming from the guy who idolizes Gizmoduck!"

"Hey, the three dorketeers," Gosalyn demanded, standing on her bed. She had easily commanded their attention. "This is my superhero identity." Her eyes glanced at the lamp again before going to the triplets. "And I need some paper."

. . .

"Bluebird, as people are calling her, did ten time more than 'Red Crossbow'," Katie Cockado argued to Kyle [last name, please help]. The hawk just rolled his eyes.

"Really? Not even one moment of reprieve?" He asked.

"No, because, as usual, you're wrong. Bluebird is so much better than that little nobody."

Violet turned off the TV the minute Lena started to have an adverse effect with her magic and emotions.

"Gosalyn isn't a nobody!" She yelled. "She's an awesome hero!"

"No onnnee- none of us are saying that," Webby assured, putting a hand on Lena's. "She's just a stupid old lady. What does she even know about heroics?"

Despite the anger bubbling beneath, Lena smiled at Webby's words. Violet had her hand on her chin, thinking.

"You know, you could very well prove her wrong if you- I mean, Bluebird, teamed up with Red Crossbow." Lena tore her eyes away from Webby in surprise. The latter elbowed the former playfully.

"Bluebird, huh? Has a nice ring to it." Lena was quiet for a moment, then chuckled as she rolled her eyes and muttered a whatever. Webby and Violet chuckled in return.

. . .

The tower was a mask of stillness save for the waves crashing against the tower base below. Up in a small corner, tucked in by both Lena and Gosalyn, were the daring ducks of mystery sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. It helped them forget the days events, and all their worries in general.

And each hoped in their subconscious that the moment would never end.

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#drake x lp #darkwing duck #drake mallard #drakepad #dt17 #dt17 webby #dt17 dewey #dt17 gosalyn #dt17 launchpad #launchpad mcquack #mallard mcquack #mallard mcquack family

[luza-wayne]

why people bother with love.

sawamura daichi x reader

wc: 9.2k

this is the longest fic that i've ever written, omg. i love daichi sm<33

also the story is inspired by taylor swift's song 'mine'! i was listening to it while on shuffle playlist and thought it was so good.

a happy and lovely family.

it's the farthest from what your family was.

all your parents did was fight at every little thing that can be talked through.

it was also the reason why you and your siblings are not close with each other. they hide or run away whenever they're fighting, which means, always.

but, they did tell you once.

“they were so deeply in love with each other in the past.”

so, just in the past?

i don't understand.

“then, you shouldn't have spent it on useless things!” 

your father's voice made your ears ring. it's in the middle of the night.

they're fighting again. 

this is supposed to be a day for me. i just graduated from elementary school today.

“useless?! you call that useless?!” your mother shouted back.

you decided to get off of the bed and silently walk to where the voices are coming from, the kitchen.

“of course, it is!” your father replied.

“our daughter just graduated and you're saying that buying her a small gift is useless?!” your mother asked.

i knew it. it's about that.

you peeked from the opening in the living room which was connected to the kitchen.

“just tell her ‘congratulations!’ or anything! why bother spending money?! we're not rich!” your father rebutted.

“are you hearing yourself right now, huh?” your mother snickered. “what are you even mad about? it's not even over ¥500?”

“you could've used that ¥500 for something more important! like food stocks or bills!” 

“her, graduating is important! don’t you dare not acknowledge your daughter’s milestone!”

maybe i should just give them back a ¥500 that i saved from my daily allowance? would that stop them from fighting?

“arhg! you and your obtuse actions!” your father slammed the counter with his balled fist.

“what?! you're one to talk! that stupid "friend" of yours who always borrows money from you! where is he now, huh? out there partying and spending the money you lent him! what did he say? "i'll give it back tomorrow!" i never once saw him return the money he borrows, yet you keep on giving and giving him! what are you, a bank?!” your mother snapped.

“shut up!” your father shouted and clicked his tongue. “you always bring that up! you're always like that! i'm tired of you already!”

“guess who's tired of you too?” your mother crossed her arms and stared at your father blankly.

“is that so? then i'm leaving and never going back here!” your father had enough and walked out.

he met your eyes and was surprised for a bit, but he continued walking to the front door.

you looked at your mother.

she still had her arms crossed above her chest, but she clenched her hands tightly and was biting on her lower lip.

“mom, are you not going to run after dad?” you stepped out from hiding.

your mother flinched, but she quickly realized that you must've heard the whole conversation already.

“why would i? it was his decision to leave! i don't care about him anymore! i'm glad i finally got tired of his ass!” she said and went to get water.

what? 

you say that, but why do you look so hurt?

“your hands are quivering, mom.”

as your eyebrows furrowed, you heard the engine starting. you look at the door's direction and run towards it. when you stepped out, you saw your father just hopped on his mini truck.

he saw you running to him. he rolled his window down.

“dad, when are you coming back?” you asked him.

he just smiled achingly at you.

“sorry.” he muttered. you, confused, tilted your 

“don't worry, i'd still be there for you, siblings.” he shortly answered.

“what about mom?” you questioned.

“i don't care anymore. i can't bring myself to love her anymore. sorry.” he said and grabbed the steering wheel tightly. he then said goodbye and drove off.

i don't understand.

“they were so deeply in love with each other in the past.”

did their love for each other fade away?

i really don't understand…

love…

“why does everyone bother with it if it never lasts?”

why do we need to fall in love, just to experience the anguish of losing the feeling of it?

•••

“hurry! hurry! their match is already starting!” your friend pulls your hand, as you follow her lead.

“okay, okay.” you answered with no enthusiasm.

what am i going to do there anyways? i don't even know the rules in volleyball.

“why are we watching a boys volleyball game in the first place?” you asked her.

“it's our school's team! they can represent miyagi in the spring high tournament, if they win against the team they're playing today.” she said,

okay, still didn't anyways why we should be here.

when you two reached the bleachers, your other classmates waved at you and pointed at the seat they reserved for you both.

the first set just finished when you arrived. you just used the cheering megaphone they handed you and just created some noise as the players walked on the court.

“kageyama-sama, do your best!” you heard your friend scream her heart out.

that answers my question. also, what do you mean, "-sama"? you're older than him, right?

you sighed and just continued cheering.

the umpire blew the whistle and signaled that the second set was starting. you watched as a guy with bowl-cut from the opposing team serves.

your eyes widened a bit seeing how hard he serves, you were so sure no one could receive it.

but, the guy was there to break your thoughts.

he easily receives it, making your eyes widened even more.

as soon as he received it, they ran towards the net and he hit the ball over the other team, earning them the first point of the set.

wow. 

your mouth hangs open.

“h-hey,” you called for your friend's attention. “who was that?”

“who? the one who sets?! that's kageyama! he's a firs—”

“no, the one who hits the ball.” you immediately stopped her.

“oh, that's the captain, sawamura daichi, from class 4. i think he's friends with sugawara too.” she answered shortly, now that the topic is not kageyama anymore.

number 1… that means he's the captain, right?

the match continued and they won the set. they lost the third, but won the fourth.

you were hanging on your seat as the set, supposed to be just 15, goes over to 20 and you cling to your friend tightly as the final whistle was heard and karasuno was declared the winner.

“wah! kageyama-sama, congratulations!” your friend bawled out.

“he's amazing too, right?” you said as you clapped, seeing sawamura receive the trophy.

“of course! he's kageyama-sama's teammate, after all!” she said, still dragging kageyama to the conversation.

when it was time to move out, your friend said she needed to go to the toilet, so you went there with her.

as you two passed the entrance to the gym floor, you saw the black uniforms standing there.

oh, they're here.

“sugawara!” your friend suddenly shouted, calling for your classmates' attention. almost all of them looked in your direction. “congratulations!” she said,

“oh! thanks!” sugawara replied, waving his hand in the air with a big smile.

you thought you might as well congratulate your classmate.

“congratulations, sugawara.” you said, not as loud as your friend's voice, but enough for him to hear.

“ah! (y/n), thanks!” he thanked you.

you two then bowed to them and continued to go to the bathroom, all while your friend celebrated that he got kageyama's attention earlier too.

“okay, i got it already. just go and hurry up.” you shut her up when you reached the comfort room.

you just walked to a close bench to the bathroom and took a seat, waiting patiently for your friend to finish.

“hey,” you heard a voice say.

you're not sure whether they're talking to you or not, but you looked up at where it came from.

“you're…” you started and stood on your feet. “sawamura, right?”

“uh, yeah. i'm sawamura.” he said as he reached for his nape and rubbed it with his palms awkwardly.

“you were so awesome in the game earlier. congrats.” you told him and smiled.

“thanks. i actually think i look unsightly during the game, especially when i'm just running and moving on fumes.” he replied sheepishly.

“well, the fact that you think that and yet you still do it just shows how passionate you are about winning.” you uttered. “still, don't worry. you look cool.” you reassured him.

“really? that's a relief.” he said and sighs relievedly.

there was a few seconds of silence after that and you just stared at each other.

“um… why did you… uhm, approach me?” you asked.

he suddenly gets a bit of tint pink shade on his cheeks, that can be easily missed if you were not looking carefully. maybe the reason, you noticed it also was the fact that his bruised on his left cheeks got your attention.

“well, you see… we won against shiratorizawa.” he started and you hummed. “so, we're already qualified for the spring high, i was just wondering if you'll be watching there too.” he asked.

“why? is my presence needed there?” you confusedly asked, making him chortle.

“for me, it definitely does, haha.” he answered, straightforwardly.

it skipped a beat. my heart just did.

i know these feelings very well. it's the feeling i swore not to follow.

i know where these feelings would bring me to.

“i see. i'll look forward to it then.”

i should've declined back then.

•••

“ever since you moved here, it never got quiet here anymore!”

your old woman neighbor is once again shouting in front of your house. 

she's always there and she always just does it whenever sawamura is at work or out for something. it was easy to know since she knows he's a police officer and the police car is not in the parking lot.

you continued to bite your lower lip. 

trying to stop yourself from shouting back at the old woman was harder than you thought.

the neighbors said she has a mental disorder, but still her voice. her voice can easily break a plate or two.

normally, you would just ignore her until she leaves, but today you're not like those days. your menstruation started this morning, and the blood got onto the sheets, so you had changed it. 

moving around irritates you, but you had no choice but to do the chores, before your husband arrives, since it's just you two in the house and you're off to work today.

speaking of your husband, you looked at the clock and saw the time.

‘where are you?’ ‘your shift should've finished a while ago.’ ‘can you go home already?’

you stared at your phone and waited for him to reply, but he didn't. you just stood up and went to the kitchen.

ah, she left. you thought as you managed to peek outside the window while you walked to the kitchen.

thank goodness, finally.

“guess, i should reheat this.” you muttered to yourself and sighed.

you placed the dinner you cooked, inside the microwave. as you wait for it, you remembered that you haven't looked at the mail today yet.

you hurriedly went outside and opened the mailbox.

“huh?” you were surprised to see the mails filled with bills that needed to be paid.

you groaned as you held the envelopes in hand.

it's the same envelope you receive every month, but somehow these envelopes are more irritating to you right now. 

you just closed the mailbox and went inside. you one by one looked through the mail, while you walked back to the kitchen.

and every time you open one, your mood gets worse and worse.

“huh?! why is it so expensive?!” you shouted at the bill you're holding.

we need to spend our money more wisely, even if we're both working.

*ping*

you heard the microwave's sound go off. you immediately took it out forgetting to put on a mitt or even a pot holder.

“ouch!” you screamed. you hurriedly went to the sink and ran the water on it. “damn, what am i doing?”

“i'm home.” sawamura announced as soon as he stepped in.

he's home?!

“argh! wait–” you speed walked to the main door and saw your husband. “welc–” 

you stopped mid-sentence when you saw what he's holding.

“uh, i saw a friend of mine while on my way home, that's why i was late, so i thought i should get you something.” he said and extended his arms, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

you accepted it, staring at it with a forced smile.

“don't like it?” he asked as he kissed your temple and walked to the living room.

you followed him, still looking at the flowers.

“no… it's just—” you sighed. “you didn't have to buy something this expensive…” you muttered.

“so, you don't like it?” he asked as he took off his uniform.

“no, it's not like that. i'm saying you shouldn't have spent the money on something useless—” you said, but decided to just cut yourself off.

you sighed. “thank you, dai.” walking up to him to hug him.

he returned the embrace, but he knew something was wrong.

we could’ve used the money to pay off our bills instead. you thought as you let go from the hug.

sawamura, puzzled, still decided to just give you a bit of space and not to pry yet. he went to take a short shower, while you prepared the table.

while waiting for him to join you, you looked at the envelopes you were just looking at earlier. your eyes then went back to the bouquet that’s now sitting on the center table in the living room.

you breathed deeply.

am i getting ungrateful for not appreciating his effort on buying that?

you got on your feet and went to get it. 

staring at it, you finally realized how pretty it was. also, it’s your favorite flower.

you can’t remember when was the last time you mentioned to him what your favorite flower was. 

was it when we were on our first date?

you chuckled.

“that guy really knows how to put butterflies in my stomach.”

suddenly, you felt two cold arms wrapped around your waist. you felt him snuggle his nose on your nook of neck.

“dai, stop it. i'm reeking of sweat.” you chortled as you felt a bit tickled by his now growing stubble.

he buried his nose deeper and even inhaled your scent like a man who just regained his sense of smell.

“smells like a pheromone for me.” he replied and lifted you up. 

hooking his arms behind your knees and walking to the table. he sat you down on the chair and took a seat adjacent to yours.

as he was about to scoop rice for both of you, you reached out to his cheeks and gave him a peck. he was taken aback, but then smiled at you. he held your hand on his cheeks and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“thank you for the flowers, dai.” you told him.

“anything for you, babe.” he answered.

maybe i was just thinking a bit too much about our bills. i should just appreciate that he got me these flowers.

…

“mrs. sawamura, please redo this.” your team leader sternly said.

you looked up from your desk and met with an eyes burning and a face that’s barely containing their anger.

“yes?” you asked while your hand was holding the lunch you were about to eat at the canteen.

“there are a lot of inaccurate reports and miscalculated estimates. what are you even doing? do you want our team to lose this project because of you?” she added and slammed the folder on your desk.

“but—” none of those are my jobs though.

i might probably have to add this to my piles of to-do work.

she was about to walk away, when she suddenly looked back.

“and i want them done today.” she said lastly, before walking back to her posts and leaving you with wide eyes.

all of this by today?!

“there’s no way i can finish this today.” you whispered and slumped your back to the chair.

i might need to stay for over time.

as you set your lunch box down on your desk, your phone vibrated. you pulled it out of your vest’s pocket and saw a message notification from your younger sister, who’s in college.

- we’re running out of mom’s medication. - she’s always staring and thinking about a lot of things, i’m afraid it might turn into depression. - and brother’s med maintenance too. - it’ll only last until tomorrow. - we need extra money, but i already used my income from my part-time job to pay off the debts when i borrowed money from my friend to pay for my tuition. she said she badly needed the money. -if you have extra money, can you send us some for your mother and brother? - i’ll try asking someone too.

you let out a frustrated sigh. you grit your teeth and lower your head.

just how bad will this day get?

you repositioned your body. taking deep breaths. you picked up your phone again and replied to your sister.

- no, it’s fine. i have some extra here. i received a bonus yesterday. i’ll send it to you and pay for the remaining balance on your tuition too. don’t forget their meds. let me know how much all in total. thanks for always looking out for them. take care there.

you put down your phone and covered your face with your hands.

well, there goes my bonus. i still haven’t paid for the other bills that i’m supposed to pay for.

“(y/n), you okay?” your workmate asked.

you just nodded and told him you’re okay.

i need to save money.

…

hours have passed since your supposed time to go home, but here you are redoing the whole project that wasn’t even your doing, yet forced to redo so.

“this… is wrong. who the hell put it here?” you said to yourself and immediately fixed it.

thankfully, you are already almost done with it. just a bit more and you can already give it to your team leader. she seemed to stay late too and was working on another project.

that doesn’t mean she should have me revise these mistakes when i wasn't even the one who did it.

“and… there! all done!” you raised your arms in the air and stretched your back.

“finally!” you expressed slumping your body to the chair with relief.

you immediately went to pass it to your leader. she didn’t even bother looking up at you and just said a monotone of “good work, you can go home now.” but, you could care less at this moment, you just want to get it over with and go home and take a bath and sleep.

as you were arranging your belongings, you remembered that you turned your phone off, in order to concentrate more.

you slid your bag on your shoulder and walked to the elevator. you waited for the phone to turn on. you’re the only one inside, so your mind wandered off while waiting to reach the ground floor and for your phone.

should i get a part time job too? ever since my brother got caught up in a motorcycle accident, it feels like money has been slipping out the moment i got them on my hands. 

you heard a ping and the door finally opened, the same time as your phone turned on too. while walking to the door, your notifications got bombed with messages from your husband.

…

- can’t wait to have dinner with you <3 - i think i might arrive a bit earlier than our call time - the chief will let us out early today - i’ll be waiting for you, but you don’t have to rush, okay? - are you on ‘do not disturb’ mode? - okay, you might be busy right now - good luck on your work, i love you

- i just got out, i’ll be passing by the house for a moment to change the car and maybe take a quick shower too - still no reply? :( - don’t overwork yourself too much please - i’ll be driving so i might not see your reply - i love you

- i’m on my way to the resto - i’m so excited haha - i’ll be waiting there for you - i’ll be sure to drive safely, because that’s what you always say when i say i’m about to drive - see you there, i love you

- i’m here already, but no need to rush - i’m just early by half an hour - just let me know if you’re seeing these messages - be safe on your way here, i love you

- hey, it’s been two hours already - are you still tied up with your work? - let me know if i should wait for you or pick you up at your work - i can still wait for you though - please reply, babe - i’m getting a bit worried now - reply to me please, i love you

- i just contacted your colleague - he told me you’re staying overtime to finish some things, but couldn’t you tell me sooner? - i’m still waiting here for about four hours now - i’m going home now - at least reply to me once you’ve seen this

…

oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! i completely forgot about our dinner!

you hurriedly ran to call a taxi, knowing that the train was about to close by the time.

i knew something important slipped my mind earlier! i can’t believe it was the date with my husband!

you told the driver the destination of your travel, while also asking him if he can make it so you will arrive faster there. of course, he said he can’t drive recklessly, but he’ll try to drive faster.

while the taxi driver did his job, you tried to reply to your daichi. you explained that you had your phone off, that's why you didn’t receive his messages. the thing is, your messages are going through but he’s not responding to your message.

gosh, i think he’s really mad. what should i do when i get home? we can just have another dinner. ugh, it’s too pricey. you sighed.

after a few minutes, the taxi finally arrived at the street of your house. you told him it’s okay to drop you off here and paid him. while walking to your house, your stomach churns with anxiety as you might find daichi mad.

as you reached your gated house, you searched for your keys only for you to realize that you didn’t bring it with you when you left the house. you contemplated whether to call daichi and have him open the gate for you or just jump over the gate.

while thinking, you suddenly heard the clicking sounds of the gate being opened. you turn around to see your husband in his shorts and t-shirt. he’s not in his night wear yet, so he must’ve been doing some work in his office, just like what he usually does when he gets some free time after eating dinner, though it usually doesn't take this long for him to do those works.

“o-oh, you’re still awake? i didn’t wake you up, right?” you asked, trying not to make it awkward.

“no.” he flatly said. 

he finally opened the gate and then waited for you to step inside, without uttering another word. you walked to the front door and opened it, going inside. you left the door open for him.

you set your coat on the rack and followed daichi with your eyes as he closed the front door and walked past you after throwing the keys in the bowl. you also saw your keys there.

i knew it he’s mad.

you walked to the living room to see him opening the television and munching on some chips. seeing this, you felt your stomach grumble. you went to the kitchen and found a bowl of some hot miso soup. your stomach felt even hungrier.

but, i need to talk to dai. you closed your eyes and accepted your hunger later.

you were about to walk to where daichi was when he suddenly stood up and went to the bathroom. he also took a towel, so it seems like he’ll take a shower.

guess, i should eat first then.

…

after eating and washing the dishes, since it’s only the ones you eat with anyways, you went to change your clothes hurriedly, in case daichi finishes his shower already.

when you went back to the living room, there you saw him sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the television. 

you walked to him and called his name.

“dai.” he didn’t look at you.

“dai. i forgot about our dinner.” you said and took a seat next to him, he looked at you.

i should just explain it to him and get this over with.

“our team leader was being a little bitchy earlier and gave me work i’m not even supposed to do, so i turned off my phone—” you were telling him about what happened earlier, when he suddenly cut you off.

“is it that hard to remember to tell me that you’re taking an overtime?” he stated. staring at you with a straight face.

“huh?” you asked, deflecting his straightforwardness.

“i’m pissed off that you made me wait for about four hours, but i’m more pissed about the fact that you can’t even tell me that you’re having overtime.” he uttered.

it’s like something just snapped in your mind. you know you’re the one who should apologize for forgetting about your date and even making him wait. but, it must’ve been the awful day that you had that’s getting the best of you right now.

“why is it such a big thing to tell you about that?” you asked him with a stress on the word ‘big thing’.

he furrowed your brows and was taken aback by your question. did you really just ask him why is that a big thing?

he stood up and was still not breaking eye contact with you.

“maybe it’s because i’m your husband, (y/n).” he answered back, now emphasizing his words. “of course, i need to know because i get worried why you aren’t back yet when your working hours are already done.” 

you raised your eyebrow.

“if you were that worried, then you should’ve come to my workplace and checked up on me.” you said and then stood up too, facing him.

“i was about to, when your co-worker replied to me and said you already have taken an overtime and possibly forgotten about our reservation!” he rebutted, his voice getting louder.

“then it's good timing! that was a waste of money anyways, we can always just eat somewhere cheap!” you shouted back.

“it’s you who wanted to eat there!” he pointed at you.

“i never said that! it’s you who wanted to take me there!” you told him and took a step forward.

“why are you always pushing the blame onto someone else whenever you're up against a corner?!” he gritted through his teeth.

“huh?! when did i ever do that—” you were about to talk when he talked over you.

and it was when you realized this is going like what happened with your parents.

“you never owe up to your mistakes, i always try to understand you because i love you, but (y/n), i’m a human too! i have a limit!” he started.

“wha—” before you could even finish, he added something that breaks your heart.

“i’m tired of you always being like that!” he said and stormed off to the bedroom.

you stood there in the middle of the living room speechless. 

your world seems to be spinning yet you’re not paying attention to it, you're more focused on the heavy feeling on your chest. it’s so heavy, it feels like your heart has fallen to your stomach and now you can feel the churning of it too.

your legs felt wobbly, you had no choice but to sit back down on the couch. your hand found its way to your chest.

it hurts here.

your eyesight started becoming watery.

“you’re always like that! i’m tired of you already!” “guess who’s tired of you too?” “is that so? then i’m leaving and never going back here!”

no! stop, stop, stop, stop!

don’t think about what happened to mom and dad!

“then i’m leaving and never going back here!”

stop! please!

you know daichi won’t leave you, right?!

he won’t leave you!

he won’t leave you!

he won’t.

…right?

i just have to apologize—

“they were so deeply in love with each other in the past.”

no…

i still love daichi!

stop thinking like that!

with all these thoughts, you didn’t even realize how much you’re crying, but somehow not making any sounds. your body is still adapted to your childhood habit of immediately covering your mouth and nose when crying in order not to let anyone hear it.

it’s a habit that started the night you realized that you’re the reason why your parents have broken off. if you didn’t ask your mother for a gift that day, then there might be a chance that your family is still together.

your body slid and now you’re lying on the couch sideways, still covering your mouth and nose.

i still love daichi.

but, daichi’s tired of me already.

i knew love never lasts, but i thought it might be different with daichi. i was too naive to think love would treat me differently than my parents.

everything comes and goes.

in the end, it was a cycle.

not the love, but what happened with my parents’ love story and mine.

it will never last. love is.

…

waiting for a bit until you stopped crying, you picked up your coat again and put it on. you were about to take your keys, but realized you don’t need it anymore. before leaving, you remembered one thing. you walked back to the living room and took off your ring, setting it down on the table, all while holding back your tears again.

daichi’s the type to sleep his anger until he calmed down, so you didn’t have to think that he might pop out suddenly and ask you where are you going.

you have already booked a taxi to take you somewhere that might not be a safe haven for you, but still has a deep hold to you.

“can you take me here?” you said to the driver and he said he can and then quietly drove you there.

you turned your phone off to avoid someone calling you. you slept on your way there and when you felt the car stop for a bit too long, you immediately opened your eyes. a bittersweet smile appeared on your face as you stared at the house from the window.

you thanked the driver and hopped out of the taxi. you stood in front of the house unlighted because it’s already midnight, though to you it looked more gloomy rather than creepy.

one of the rooms is still with lights on, you grabbed your phone and messaged your sister. a few moments later, she was out of the house, wearing her pajamas, surprised to find her sister out of the house in the middle of the night.

as much as how surprised she was, she knew it was out of ordinary for you to show up in front of the house on a random day. she knew you had your reasons, but never forced you to tell her about it. it’s not like you’ll travel for about three hours just to visit them, just because you thought about it, what’s more it’s in the middle of the night.

she helped you get your room ready, she can see from your eyes that you needed to rest your body and mind. when it was already done, you thanked her and encouraged her about the plates she’s finishing, that's why she’s staying up late.

you laid on your bed, the same bed that has been with you with everything. it is nostalgic to think about the memories, but you can’t help but think about those times where the family is still complete and somehow you are acting like a real family.

“i’m back. you’re seeing another pathetic side of me.” you muttered to yourself, referring to the bed and realized that maybe it’s the whole room too.

you turned your eyes to the pictures stuck on your walls. your lips quivered again as you stare at the picture you put up in the past of you and daichi when you had an aquarium date. 

it’s a picture of you two kissing that was perfectly photobombed by a large stingray, that made both of you look like you had wings.

“why do humans fall in love? it hurts my heart, yet i can’t stop loving the man i married.” you uttered as a tear fell out of your eyes.

you were about to close your eyes, when suddenly you heard a knock on your door. you looked up and stared at it, thinking it could be your imagination. again, three knocks came. you immediately went to get whoever it was. did your little sister forget something? or did you?

opening the door, you were greeted by your mother in a wheelchair. smiling up at you.

“i knew it. you came home, i see.” she said, still smiling affectionately at you.

“mom, why are you still awake?” you asked, kneeling in front of her. you held her hand and returned the smile.

“i was asleep, but i woke up when i heard your bedroom’s door being opened.” she explained and tapped you, asking you to stand up.

“huh? ah…” you were puzzled by what she said, but then remembered it.

“your door lets out a peculiar sound every time it opens and closes, right?” she chuckled and pointed at your balcony. 

you went behind her and pushed the wheelchair to your balcony, the breeze was chilly, so you went to your dresser and looked for something thick to cover your frail mother’s body. you came back with a jacket, and wrapped it over her shoulders while she was staring at the star-filled sky.

“it’s beautiful.” she spoke. 

you looked up and truthfully, it was beautiful but you were not in the mood to admire them. you just answered her with a simple, “yeah.”

for a moment, it was quiet. the only sounds you’re hearing are the sound of the wind brushing against the trees and leaves and the sound of the crickets.

it was quite, you thought it would be okay to just stay like this, but you know somewhere someone would speak up. it was your mother who did.

“did something happen at your house?” she finally asked the same question your little sister wanted to ask but decided not to.

you tried to stay quiet, but you were aware you have to, sooner or later, need to tell them the reason rather than keeping them in the dark.

and yet, you can’t find the courage to speak.

your mother smiled.

again, it was quiet. 

for a few minutes, it stayed quiet. actually, you think it might actually go until half an hour. half an hour of letting the noises of nature fill both of your ears, half an hour of feeling the cold blow of the midnight wind on your skin.

you looked down at your mother and noticed that she’s just staring at something far. it was like her mind was occupied by something.

“mom,” you called, she answered you by humming, “what are you thinking about?”

“i’m thinking about your father.” she said lightly.

you were surprised. the topic about your father was like a forbidden one, you and your siblings never talked about your father when in presence of your mother, yet she just told you that he’s running in her mind right now. 

i thought she hated him.

“why?” you asked.

she smiled weakly.

“i’m thinking that if i followed him back then, maybe i would be happy right now.” your eyes widened.

she still remember that? and… she regrets not running after him? but, he’s…

“i thought you said you didn’t love him anymore?”

she chuckled.

“i thought so too.”

…

it’s saturday and almost four o'clock in the morning, daichi was woken up by his alarm clock, he forgot to turn off before sleeping. it was already weird, because usually he never hears it. it was you who got woken up by it first and then turned it off. after that, you’ll be nudging him and even getting on top of him with your whole body to wake him up.

his body feels so tired. he stretched his arms out, only to feel the cold sheet next to him. he sprung up on his ass. 

“where is—” 

he shut his eyes tight when he remembered what happened last night.

“damn it. i decided to sleep again while i’m mad. i should stop doing that. she doesn't like it either.” he muttered as he got off the bed and stretched out his body.

he went outside the room to get water and find you. he searched the living room with his eyes, but he didn’t see you, he walked to the kitchen and you weren’t there either.

maybe in the bathroom? he thought and his feet dragged him there.

no. you weren’t there.

at this point, he was ignoring the thumping sounds of his heart. there’s no way you did what he’s thinking… right?

he went outside, even though he knows himself it’s ridiculous, to see you watering the plants. but, still there’s no sign of you.

he went back inside and searched every room, but still no one jumped out and said that you were just playing hide-and-seek with a just-woken-up him.

where were you?

he went to sit on the couch. short and fast breaths taking over his lungs.

please just tell me you went out to jog. or that you went to shop this early in the morning. anything that could be outrageous to do at this time you can do it and he wouldn’t even laugh. just show up before his eyes and calm down his heart getting scared minute by minute that he might’ve ruined everything last night.

“where are you, baby? please, just this once let it be a joke.” his said with a shaking voice. 

he looked down and finally saw it. the ring you left, before you went and left the house.

daichi laughed. 

“now, if this is a nightmare, i fucking hate it, haha.” he laughed as he picked it up with trembling fingers. 

it wasn’t happening. if he closes his eyes and opens it again, he’ll find you sleeping soundly beside him.

but it didn’t.

he clutched the ring in his palms as he wobbly stood up and went to the bedroom to get his phone. maybe if he calls you and apologizes, he can fix this relationship.

but, it wasn’t going through.

“did she block me already? please don’t. i’ll apologize for everything i did and said. just don’t leave me.” he muttered, shaking voice and tears finally escaping his eyes.

he kissed the ring, before deciding to get on his feet.

he’s not letting this relationship end, if he had to eat dirt for you to forgive him, he’ll go out of his way to search for the dirtiest mud and eat it for you. 

he checked the closet. his line of work will become handy to him, but he didn’t think that it’ll be useful in this way. you didn’t take any clothes with you. so, there’s a high chance that you’ll go somewhere you have a stock of clothes with them. but, the friend you’re always staying over whenever you have a girl’s night, is out of town right now and the other is attending a party just like what you’ve told him.

as much as he doesn't want to say it, he knows that you’re trying to save money, so you probably won’t stay at a hotel.

he picked up his jacket, phone and wallet.

he knows the only place where you could be.

…

“you thought so too?” you repeated.

“i thought i was tired of him, that i didn’t love him anymore.” she said, “but, i was wrong.” she added.

how can you love someone who hurt you just by thinking about them?

she looked up at you and smiled.

“i realized, i was not tired of loving him.” she looked forward again. “rather, i was tired of our fights. i was tired of always exchanging shouts with him, but i never stopped loving him. ever since that night, never a day passed that i haven’t thought about how i should’ve run after him and told him not to leave me, us.”

your lips quiver while listening. you always made sure not to talk about your father thinking that your mother would hate it, not knowing that everyday she reminisces about their relationship.

again, she looked up at you, but now with a warmer and larger smile.

“so, i thought once i get better, i’ll try and win your father back, even if it took too many years, haha.” she happily said, before looking back in front.

you weren’t able to contain it anymore, you shed a tear for your mother. you bend down and hug her from behind. she was startled when you suddenly wrapped your arms around her, but still caressed her daughter’s head, just like how she used to whenever she cries in her arms. you were happy to see your mother’s genuine smile, a smile that isn’t forced, a smile that isn’t there to show that she’s okay, so you don’t have to worry. you were happy, but you can’t help but cry.

knowing damn well that your father has already married someone else and is having his third child.

you know that and yet, you can’t tell her that. you don’t want to. not when she just finds inspiration to be well again.

but, you didn’t expect to hear what she said next.

“your father… he already found someone else, didn’t he?” she suddenly said that it made you freeze.

you felt wet drops on your arms.

“i-i— he—” you wanted to lie, but can’t bring another heartbreak to your mother by lying.

“i know, because you’re my child.” she sobbed and tears fell out of her eyes like waterfalls. “and i know, because that’s just the man i knew and loved.”

you went in front of her and hugged her by her waist, bawling like a little child.

“sorry, sorry, sorry, mom… it was my fault… i’ve always known it was because of me… if i didn’t ask you for a gift, maybe he would still be with us… mom, i’m sorry… because of me… i’m sorry… i’m sorry… i’m sorry… please, forgive me…” you cried and cried, begging your mother for forgiveness.

your mother who is also crying, but still manages to wipe your tears, nods her head with everything you say to let you know she’s listening. 

you kept on apologizing to her and she listened to everything. when you ran out of breath, she took this chance to calm you down. 

“(y/n), look at me.” she said as she cupped your cheeks, you looked at her with a messy face and probably snot coming out of your nose. “never have i ever thought that it was your fault. your small gift was not the reason we ended the relationship. i didn’t know that you’ve always carried the guilt on your back thinking that it was your fault. i’m sorry for never noticing.” she affirmed.

“it was not your fault, (y/n).”

this made you teary again.

“mom… thank you…” you cried to her as you held her hands that were on your cheeks. closing your eyes to feel the warmth of her palms in the coldness of the breeze.

“with that said, (y/n)...” she called. you opened your eyes and saw another of her real smiles.

“don’t make the same mistake as me.” 

it was a short sentence, yet it rang your ears so loud, you can’t hear anything else except that.

your lips showed a smile, a quivering and forced smile. your tears never stopped dropping, actually your eyes produced more.

“i’m sorry, mom. but i think i already did.” you cried, resting your head on her thighs. “it wasn’t your mistake that i’ve committed, but dad’s.” you added.

“i ran away.” you hiccuped, “i thought everything would be the same, so i ran away. i was scared to face it.” 

your mother made you raise your head. your eyes are red from crying so much and yet you felt like you haven’t let everything out. your chest still feels heavy. you want to cry everything out, but thoughts fill in double with every tear that escapes your eye. you just want to cry it out, but the longer you cry, the more it hurts.

“mom, what should i do?” you asked her, looking up at her. sniffing and catching your breath.

“i…” you stopped to inhale. “i love daichi, but i’m scared. what if it's all temporary. what if our love fades?”

“it was my fault. it’s always been my fault.” you wiped your eyes with your hands, only to be replaced by another one. “i… i don’t want to leave him, mom…”

“dear, calm down.” your mother squished your cheeks. “i’m sure you realize that whatever you did to your husband was wrong, but you don’t have to worry.” she said, making you confused.

“i was the one who ran away… what if he didn’t run after me?” you asked.

“then you’ll be the one who needs to go back to him. you need to talk it out.” she ran her hands on your hair. “you wouldn’t want to turn out like me, right?” she muttered, giving you a relieved smile. 

she knows that you already know what to do and that no matter what happens, deep inside you, you didn’t want to be something you saw happen to her and your father. she must’ve been subconsciously aware that you were afraid to fall in love. she saw when you looked at others with partners, not with an envious eyes, but rather a confused one.

she realized just now, that she might have been the reason why you think like that. with what turned out to be your mother and father’s relationship, maybe it’s understandable why you thought love fades along with the relationship. but, you’re wrong. after all, look at her. she will always love the man that was with her for most of her happiest moments. she’ll never stop loving him.

but, she knows it’s different for the both of you.

because, she saw something in daichi that your father has never done and never will. she knew from the day you introduced him to her. 

your father never looked at her the same way daichi looked at you whenever you’re not looking.

so, she knows. she knows it won’t turn as tragic as her story.

when she realized, you have already calmed down. you’re still sniffing and wiping your tear stains, but you’ve controlled it.

“let’s go. it’s getting late and you haven’t slept yet.” she tapped your back. you could only reply with a nod. 

you stood up and helped your mother turn her wheelchair around. you helped her get to her bedroom, but before walking back to your room, you thanked her.

“thank you, mom.” you said. she looked at you and smiled. “thank you for being the best.” you kissed her on her forehead and said good nights to each other.

you went back to your room and laid on the bed. you reached for your phone. your fingers fiddled whether to turn it on or not.

in the end, you chose not to. 

you know what to do right now, but needed more courage to commence it.

“i should get some sleep first.” you muttered, your body finally processing the amount of tiredness your body felt yesterday and today.

i’m going back to daichi. i don’t want to lose him.

…

the sun was up and it was hitting your eyelid. you were too tired and sleepy, you forgot to lay out the blinds.

you were about to turn your body to the side, when something was holding you by your waist. you were still feeling groggy, but you paid no attention to it. but, then you remembered you’re in your room, not at your house, but your mother’s house.

you swung your head sideways and saw daichi sleeping next to you. your mouth was wide open and was surprised.

how did he get here this early in the morning?

you stared at his handsome face that was wrinkled by his furrowed brows. you wanted to laugh, because that was his face every time he dreams about a weird but cute creature that he told you about before.. you tried to get out of his chain-like hold. after many unsuccessful attempts, you finally managed to free yourself. 

you sat on the edge of the bed as you felt your throat was so dry after that crying you did. you were about to get up when you caught daichi and started moving his hands.

he’s searching for me. you thought. 

you were on your way to reach for his hands, when he suddenly sprang up with wide eyes.

“(y/n)!” he called out.

you jolted because of his sudden movements. he was frantically rubbing his eyes in order to get that clear view of the room. his gestures made you worry, so you held and stopped his hands from doing so.

“dai, i’m here.” you told him, putting his hands down along with yours. “good morning.”

his eyesight has finally adjusted and you were his first view. 

your beautiful face that puts a blush on his cheeks. your sweet smile that calms his mind. your soft touches that makes him weak.

staring at your face, he realized that he’s not in a nightmare anymore. just like what happened earlier when we woke up for the first time today. you’re here in front of him, greeting him good morning just like always.

he pulled your hands to his face, feeling up the warmth it gives.

“g-good morning.” he replied, his voice cracking up from holding back his cry.

you smiled watching your husband snuggle himself to your hands, but it soon faded when you realized how scared and hurt he must’ve been when you suddenly disappeared.

“dai—” before you could even finish calling him, you suddenly found yourself caught by daichi’s arms again.

he buried his face on your chest and hugged you tight, tighter than he even did before.

“why…?” he muttered, words were muffled, but you can still hear him clearly.

“dai?” you called.

“why did you leave? you could’ve just slapped me. you could’ve just kicked me. you could’ve punched me. you could’ve told me to sleep outside. you can pull my hair, poke my eyes, hit my shin, step on my toes, throw all my clothes, burn them, spend all my money, cut my cards and everything to let out your frustrations and calm your anger, but why? why did you think of leaving me?” he reasoned.

you could feel your clothes getting wet, right where his eyes met your chest. his fingers on your back grasping onto your fabric. you wrapped your arms around his back.

“i was so scared. i thought i might never see you again. i thought we’ll never kiss each other good nights and good mornings again. i thought i’ll never be able to hold you like this anymore.” he continued.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. please don’t be mad at me anymore. i didn’t think through what was coming out of my mouth. i won’t ever do that again, please don’t leave me. i love you. you know, i love you so much, right?” he begged, finally looking up at you.

his eyes were filled with tears, just like how you were earlier. his face was desperate for your answer.

“dai.” you started. you pushed him away for a bit to look at him directly. he didn’t want to at first, but still complied with what you wanted, only if he held your hand. he’s scared that you might disappear from him again.

“why are you the one apologizing? it was my fault it all happened.” you told him, he was about to reply to you, but you halted him.

“i completely forgot our dinner. i forgot to message you about staying late to finish my work and i didn’t apologize for both. i got mad when you were only worried about me. i lied about not wanting to eat there and begged you for it.” you continued, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“and you’re right about it. i’m sorry for always dodging to own up for my own mistakes. i was scared that everything might be happening because of me again. i ran away from them, so i will not be blamed for it. it’s a bad habit that i need to work on.” you said, smiling at him.

you raised both of your hands to your chest level.

“and thank you for always understanding me. thank you for being so patient with me. i’m very lucky to have someone like you beside me.” you then went and hugged him.

“i’m supposed to be the one saying it.” you added.

“saying what?” he confusedly asked, but still hugged you back tightly.

“i’m going to be selfish and ask for it. i might be tiring to deal with at times, but please don’t leave me, daichi.” you said.

he suddenly chuckled.

“then that would make us both selfish then, since we're asking for the same thing.” he said before pulling you to his lap.

he sat you down there and wiped some tears that were escaping your eyes. he held your cheek with one hand and yours immediately followed it, holding his below your hands. he angled both of your heads and made your foreheads touch each other.

“i won’t promise that there will never be a fight anymore, but there’s one thing i will promise.”

you smiled when you realized that you know what he’s going to say next.

“i promise i’ll love you for eternity.” you said in chorus, making you two laugh.

you two laid in bed for a few minutes, before going down and eating breakfast with everyone. you ate in peace knowing you learned that maybe even just a little bit, you finally understand why.

the reason why people bother with love.

sometimes you will just find someone who will make you risk getting hurt as long as you get to be with them. sometimes it might not turn out the way you expected it, but sometimes when you overcome it and still be with them, it could be the greatest thing that would happen to you.

sawamura daichi, thank you for making me take the risk.

hope you enjoyed it! stay hydrated you all, it's so hot!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu oneshot #sawamura daichi #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #sawamura x reader #luza-wayne #luza-wayne works #why people bother with love

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yhlQs5p

by aimmyarrowshigh

1942. The war in Europe drags on. Genius omega Steve Rogers despairs ever being able to help the Allies - until a British beta offers him a unique opportunity: break codes, and stop the Nazis in their tracks. Recruited from his humdrum solitary life in Brooklyn, Steve finds himself embroiled in the secret world of Washington intelligence. As he pours through code, unearthing valuable intel that saves thousands of Allied soldiers' lives, Steve makes a remarkable, horrifying discovery: a hidden code specific to something called The Asset.

Wherever the Asset is mentioned, casualties follow. In an effort to stop the carnage, Allied commandos track down the Asset and bring it to DC... where Steve discovers it isn't an it at all, but a damaged, distressed, and destructive Alpha who smells like everything Steve's ever wanted and can never have.

Frustrated by the Asset's inability to communicate, Steve launches himself into cracking the code of what makes this Alpha tick, and what he discovers will change the world.

Words: 12140, Chapters: 3/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Arnim Zola, Chester Phillips, Howling Commandos, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, World War II, Cryptography, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Jewish Natasha Romanov, Jewish Wanda Maximoff, Jewish Darcy Lewis, Jewish Jane Foster (Marvel), Jewish Scott Lang, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Feral Behavior, Mystery, Codebreaker Steve Rogers, Cryptanalyst Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), Canon-Typical Violence, crockpot romance, Period-Typical Sexism, Period Typical Bigotry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yhlQs5p

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[java-dragon]

For @aimmyarrowshigh

I've been reading (and re-reading) "Lent From Tomorrow (Today was too Small for Us). I was... terribly sick for a few weeks and reading fan fiction and farting around on Canva was about the upper limits of my abilities.

So, I made a sort of "Book cover" for the fic since I've been enjoying myself so much in reading it. Just as a small "Thank you for keeping my mind off of everything while I get sorted out".

#fan fic rec #fan fiction #fan art #fan cover??? #IDK how to tag this

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Chapter Sixteen posted!

A day early because I love this chapter. :)

“Darcy,” Steve asked, so suddenly that Darcy jumped a bit and sloshed her mug of coffee, “Sorry—Darcy, where, ah, would a fella go to meet an Alpha, these days?” Darcy raised an eyebrow. “You’re looking to meet someone, Steve?” Steve shrugged one shoulder and tried not to think about the Asset’s scent in his nest or the way the Asset’s arms had felt around him while they danced the night before in the glass pod. Steve had gone back in this morning, as he promised, but he stayed only long enough to ask the Asset who gave you your arm? (no answer) and who gave you your orders? (a frown) before fleeing back up to Room Six. “Figure I might as well try,” Steve settled on. “I’m not getting any younger.” “You’re still plenty young!” Darcy argued loyally. “The best place to meet an Alpha around here is the Service Club. It’s sort of the only place to meet an eligible Alpha anymore, since the rest are—well. Overseas. I’ve been trying for months to round up the gals to go with me, but Natasha always says she’s too busy and, well, you’ve met Jane. But if you come, I just know they’ll agree!” Darcy grabbed Steve’s wrists. “Oh, we can go tonight! It isn’t a Saturday, so you won’t have to dress up or anything; we can leave straight from here and take the bus. Oh, it’ll be swell, Steve, really!”

#lent from tomorrow (today was too small for us) #stucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic #stucky fanart #stucky fandom #fandom #fanfiction #my fic

[writingfanficsfan]

Working on chapter two of my Aaron Hotcher/Spencer Reid: Alpha/Omega fic.

This is @aimmyarrowshigh 'fault', her wonderful Steve/Bucky fic Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us) inspired me. You should go read that one, it's very,very good!

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“Why are you benching me?” 

“Excuse me.” 

“This is the third case that you’ve left me behind in the station.” 

“You’re the only member of the team that can read 20,000 words a minute. You are also the only member of our team that has an IQ of 187.” 

‘you can’t use that against me.”

“Use that against you? Reid-”

“Ever since the Parker case, you have kept me inside, behind a desk.” 

“We needed your knowledge more, Reid. This has nothing to do-”

“I don’t believe you. You see me as weak now, as an Omega.” 

“You are an Omega, Spencer. There is nothing wrong with that.” 

“There is when you use it against me.” 

“I am not-” (voice raised)

“I don’t need your protection, Hotch. Not from you or any other Alpha. I can take care of myself, on and off the field. You tying me down to desk duty is just insulting.” 

“I- You could have been killed, Reid.” 

“So could Morgan yet you don’t bench him.” 

“He’s-”

“If you finish that sentence with ‘an Alpha’ I will punch you.” 

“You’d punch your boss?” 

“When he’s being a dick? Yes!” Spencer snapped, frustration threatening to boil over.

Not just because of him being sidelined. There was also the tiny matter of having Hotch on his mind 24/7. thinking about Hothc’s hands in his own, about his very weird Alpha behavior, about that look in his dark eyes before he left. He hasn’t stopped thinking about it, going over their conversation repeatedly, dissecting every micro-expression on Hotch’s face, every little change in his voice and demeanor. It’s driving him a little crazy. And right now, with his  Heat coming up, it’s even harder to not think about Hotch, to not notice him. These past few weeks Hotch has been different, not per se colder but just different and it’s driving Spencer insane. 

#my writing #hotch/reid #aaron/spencer #wip #inspiration by another writer

[puzzlebeanficrecs]

I thought it would be fun to share fics and other things I have recently enjoyed in one place. This list is by no means comprehensive but just some things I adored and that stood out to me!

Fics:

The first fic I want to mention is Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us) by @aimmyarrowshigh. It's very rapidly becoming one of my Stucky fics ever (and I've read thousands at this point). All the details and the care and research that has gone into this, is incredible. On top of that the writing is absolutely stunning and the characterization and commentary is all spot on. I look forward to where this story will take the characters.

The second fic I just have to mention is in loco parentis by @auntieclimactic. I also mention this on my Ted Lasso rec list but I just have to mention it again as I can't stop thinking about it. Henry's POV was so great to read and the characterization was excellent. It was interesting reading about Henry's struggles and nice seeing Trent and Ted get closer.

The third fic I want to mention is a lovely Milex fic. The energy in the story was so good and the story flowed really well. I liked that Miles was so insistent to talk things through and how they worked it all out. It's Some Velvet Morning by @subtle-as-an-earthquake.

Lastly I want to mention Run by @hollie47 which is a really great Kate/Yelena story. I loved that it included the rush of a mission/fight and mentioned the softness they need after. The characterization was also really good. The use of the cold to set the scene was also really well done.

Books:

I've been reading and loving the Nancy Drew books. I've mostly been reading the Nancy Drew Diaries series (though I did read things from other series as well). My favorites so far have been Mystery of the Midnight Rider and Hidden Pictures.

I also read Margo Zimmerman Gets The Girl by Brianna R. Shum and Sara Waxelbaum. I flew through this book and genuinely loved it. It gave me all the feelings. Also, the autism representation in this book is so good and I'm super picky about that typically. As is everything else. Seriously, this might be my favorite book of the year.

I also re-read a few of Shira Glassman's books. My favorite was Knit One, Girl Two. It never fails to make me smile!

Shows:

I'm late to the party with all these shows but I love them and have been making my way through them and having the best time. I had to take a brief break with watching due to a vacation but I can't wait to get back to these shows and these blorbos.

Ted Lasso

Star Trek

Stranger Things

Podcasts:

I've recced this podcast before on my main blog but these are fannish recs and this podcast is great if you are even a slightly fannish person so I will just rec it again:

This Week in Fandom History @thisweekinfandomhistory

Their Stranger Things episode is what finally got me started on Stranger Things (after meaning to watch it, at some point, since it came out and being weirdly intimidated to). The Dashcon episode was also great.

I also highly recommend joining the patreon if you can and like the show because the behind the scenes episodes are delightful, too.

The show is not only fun but also a really valuable addition to fandom!

Music:

Movies:

My favorite movie that I watched recently has been Nimona. I loved the animation and I loved the story.

#fic recs #other recs #fic rec #recent favorites

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/67V4yIT

by aimmyarrowshigh

1942. The war in Europe drags on. Genius omega Steve Rogers despairs ever being able to help the Allies - until a British beta offers him a unique opportunity: break codes, and stop the Nazis in their tracks. Recruited from his humdrum solitary life in Brooklyn, Steve finds himself embroiled in the secret world of Washington intelligence. As he pours through code, unearthing valuable intel that saves thousands of Allied soldiers' lives, Steve makes a remarkable, horrifying discovery: a hidden code specific to something called The Asset.

Wherever the Asset is mentioned, casualties follow. In an effort to stop the carnage, Allied commandos track down the Asset and bring it to DC... where Steve discovers it isn't an it at all, but a damaged, distressed, and destructive Alpha who smells like everything Steve's ever wanted and can never have.

Frustrated by the Asset's inability to communicate, Steve launches himself into cracking the code of what makes this Alpha tick, and what he discovers will change the world.

Words: 3674, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Arnim Zola, Chester Phillips, Howling Commandos, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, World War II, Cryptography, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Jewish Natasha Romanov, Jewish Wanda Maximoff, Jewish Darcy Lewis, Jewish Jane Foster (Marvel), Jewish Scott Lang, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Feral Behavior, Mystery, Codebreaker Steve Rogers, Cryptanalyst Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), Canon-Typical Violence, crockpot romance, Period-Typical Sexism, Period Typical Bigotry

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