#We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under | Conversations

[lyraburke]

Where: Carkitt Market, The Hopping Pot

{ status: closed starter for @padfoot-chaos }

Sitting alone in the bar on a Saturday night had not been Lyra’s original plan, she had found herself with no work to distract herself with this weekend and found her best friend Andromeda with far too much work, making her usual plans of sitting on the sofa drinking tea all weekend with the girl go out the window. No, in fact she had the very rare feeling this weekend to go out and let lose, live her twenties for one weekend before returning to work on Monday morning. This decision led to Lyra waiting in the bar for her other roommate Adrasteia, a much more weekend type of girl than herself or Andie would ever claim to be. 

However, because of the girls love for the weekend it would seen she had already partied too much the night before and would in fact not be able to make it this evening, leading Lyra to look lonely sipping on her pink cocktail by herself at the bar. That must have been what prompted the considerable larger and considerable older Wizard to walk up to her and seat himself on the bar stool to her left, getting far too much in her face and smelling like he had already drank the bar dry despite the early hour. Trying to ignore his questions about her  relationship status or whether or not she wanted another drink her attention was removed from him when she heard the bar stool to her right being pulled out, hoping upon hope it wasn't going to be a friend of his joining them. 

@padfoot-chaos​

[infernwetrust]

f**k, i luv my friends [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Cody’s characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.

Summary: You and your best friends gather around the beach for some fun. The beginning of this series.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOTTA CUTE SHIT.

WC: 3.0k

A/N: Holy fucking shit I’m so excited to share this massive series I’m working on with you guys. I don’t know what to call it yet so for now under my master list it’ll be called “THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE”. This was inspired by the artist renforshort and her song “f**k, i luv my friends”. There will be PLENTY of smut, angst, fluff, and MORE across this series. I am so unbelievably excited. If you would like to be in my tag list for this series please let me know! My ask box is open, so if you have any ideas or requests for this series, please, please, please ASK ME. There is no plot to this, therefore there are no limitations. Thank you so much for reading! -Juno

You smiled as you took a sip of the drink your boyfriend, Michael had made you. As you sat in the sand between his legs, him laid out on his beach towel, arms behind his head, eyes closed as he breathed in the ocean air. Your smile grew even wider as you scanned the rest of the beach, spotting the rest of your friend group. There was Xavier and his girlfriend Montana, who stood barely in the water, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed slowly under the sunset. Then there was Jim and his girlfriend Brooke who lay on their surfboards lazily, letting the waves carry them away, being careful not to get too far away. And then Chet and Ray, each with a bottle of Jack in their hand, taking sips as they took selfies and laugh at what you were sure were their usual stupid jokes.

You curled your toes as you took another sip, loving the feeling of the sand between them. How did you get this lucky to have this many people in your life that loved you and you loved them too? What had started as a small friendship with Montana, turned into something so huge. She introduced you to her boyfriend, Xavier, who then introduced you to the rest of their group, including Brooke's boyfriend, Jim. All of you met in freshman year  of college and have been friends since. Michael was the last to enter the picture, but how everything changed when he did.

While you had finally found a stable friend group that you quickly grew to love, you were longing for something a little bit more. And that's when Michael came in and swept you away. He had come in as a transfer student from another college, sophomore year, and what a coincidence that you had him in all of classes first semester. He was a face you saw regularly around campus and you couldn't help but be drawn to his quiet nature. Slowly you began talking to him and you noticed how timid and reserved he was. He didn't really go out of his way to speak to anyone, besides when you would speak to him. He would give half smiles, and either one word or half sentences.

Soon you began walking with him to all your classes, the two of you never leaving each other's side. You'd help him with his homework for a class he didn't understand all too well and in return he would do the same. Lunch and dinner together became a regular thing. Your friends noticed your interest, often glancing at the two of you from another table afar, giving smiles and making stupid faces. When it came down to exams, you two met up every night 2 weeks prior, in the library, studying diligently, learning from each other's notes. He opened up to you rather quickly after that and when you were sure that he was comfortable enough you introduced him to everyone else, who immediately took a liking to the blonde boy with the soft, but vibrant blue eyes.

It was the small and subtle acts between the both of you, that drew you closer together. When you could sense that Michael was getting overwhelmed in a social setting, your hand found it's way into his, giving him a reassuring smile before the conversation continued. Or how when he spoke to you, you tuned everyone else out in the room to let him know that it was about him and no one else. It was you rubbing his back when he got frustrated, throwing his textbooks to the floor because he simply did not understand or when he would get into a spat with his older brother, Duncan over the phone.

It was him, picking up your favorite snack and coffee from the grand cafe before your 8AM. It was him, walking you back to your residence hall in the middle of the night to ensure that you made it safely. It was the way his blonde hair moved with the wind, the endless laughter, the stressful nights. Before you knew it, you had fallen in love with Michael. 9 months of an unbreakable bond.

You still remember the first time he kissed you. Both of you stood drunkenly in the middle of a frat party, not really wanting to be surrounded by the crowd of sweaty bodies and other screaming young adults. You screamed in Montana's ear over the loud music that you and Michael were going to step outside for some fresh air. She drunkenly gave you a thumbs up, not be able to remove her lips from Xavier's who roughly grabbed at her ass, pulling her closer into him. You finally felt like you could breathe once the cool air hit your skin.

As you stared out into the distance, you couldn't help but feel like a set of eyes were burning into your skin. When you turned your head, you met Michael's gaze and before you could even ask him what was wrong his lips were on yours. He quickly pulled back, shocked by what he did and he moved his lips to say sorry, but you grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him back towards you. A fire danced inside the both of you as he wrapped his arms around you, you doing the same. You could feel yourself melting away at his touch, his soft lips against yours, the occasional brushing of noses. For the first time, this was a kiss that felt right. You felt safe in his hands and knew you wanted to be his.

"Y/N!" Xavier called out to you, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts. The air had gotten a little bit cooler, which you welcomed. You looked over in his direction. He motioned the action taking a picture with a camera, and bringing his fingers to his lips like he was smoking. This signaled to you that he wanted you to come over with your Polaroid camera and that he going to light another joint. You enthusiastically gave him a double thumbs up, letting him know that you'd be over there soon.

You turned around to look behind you, down at Michael who looked so peaceful as he became one with the beach. His mouth hung open slightly and you knew that he was falling asleep, which caused you to giggle, moving a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Hey..." you said softly, running your hands down his chest, watching as his eyes quickly fluttered open in a daze. He groaned sleepily, a smile forming on his face when he looked into your eyes. He grabbed onto your hands, holding them in place and running his thumbs along them. "Don't tell me that you're falling asleep already. Our night hasn't even really begun."

"I was resting my eyes." he said, chuckling a little bit at his obvious lie.

"You can do that for the rest of the night when we get back. Xavier wants to take pictures."

"Why is he so obsessed with taking pictures?" Michael questioned, propping himself up on his elbows as you rose to your feet, dusting the excess sand off you. He couldn't help but bite his lip as your bikini top fit you perfectly, combined with the booty shorts you wore that was snug to your figure. He ran his hand through his messy hair, sighing.

"We're making memories Michael." you answered. "I don't want to hear anything when you literally have all the Polaroid pictures I took of us and everyone else scattered around your dorm room and on your car dashboard. You love taking pictures as much as he does. You're just feeling lazy."

"You enjoy reading me to filth, don't you?"

"Only sometimes." You walked over to your belongings, grabbing your camera and your tripod. Michael soon got up, also dusting the sand off of himself, shaking his hair in the process before following you down to where everyone else was.

"We were hoping you two would join us soon." Montana said, smiling at you and Michael. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug that you gladly returned.

"Well don't you look more alive than ever, Mike." Xavier said to his friend. "Enjoy your nap? I mean we've been here for like what, an hour?"

"Fuck you, Xavier." Michael said, shoving him playfully in his shoulder earning a smirk from him. "It could have been a longer nap. It should have been."

"You don't want to miss out on this do you?" Xavier questioned, waving the joint in front of Michael's face. "It's your favorite strain, wedding cake."

"I suppose you have a valid claim." Michael answered, reaching for the joint, but couldn't grab it because someone else did.

"Don't mind if I do." Jim said, grabbing the joint out of Xavier's hand, immediately putting it between his lips and lightning it.

"Eager are we?" you asked Jim as you set the camera up, earning a smile from him as he stuck his tongue out at you, walking back over to Brooke who now stood only a few feet away, conversing with Chet and Ray.

"That's why I rolled two." Xavier said, taking another one from behind his ear and handing it to Michael. "Too many of us for just one, right?"

"More like Jim will inhale half of it before passing it to anyone else." Montana chimed in, rolling her eyes as she rested her elbow on Michael's shoulder, letting the smell of the freshly lit joint consume her.

"That sounds more like it." Michael said as he exhaled, passing it to Xavier.

"I strive to be a stoner like him though." she continued. "Detached from reality for most of the day, but still functional? That sounds like heaven."

"No it sounds like Jim's tolerance is through the roof." you said, to which Xavier nodded in agreement.

"He's been smoking since he was like 12. I'm jealous." Xavier said, handing the joint off to Montana who took a few hits before passing it to you. As you inhaled, you felt your body relax tremendously. A few more hits and the joint was back in Michael's hand.

"Okay everyone!" you yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Camera is all good to go!" You took a couple pictures of Montana and Xavier, your heart too warm at their various poses. He would wrap his arms around her from behind or she would climb on his back, wrapping her arms around his chest. A couple of off guards of the two were taken as well. You told them to act natural, just to converse with each other as you snapped pictures. Pictures of you and Michael followed. He made sure to always make a statement in the pictures that he took with you. He stood behind you, a hand wrapped gently around your throat as he snapped your head back to make you look at him, blissful smiles on both of your faces.

"Hey!" he yelled towards Jim who had his phone in his hand, taking Snapchats of everyone and posting them to his story. "Take a picture of Y/N and I like this. I want to post it to my Instagram." Jim gladly did as Michael asked, immediately sending the photo to him after so that he would have it to post later. The next picture was simple. You and Michael stood next to each other, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and yours wrapped around his waist, the both of you giving a soft smile. The final picture was of him holding you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed your lips against his, the both of you smiling in the kiss.

Jim and Brooke were wild and spontaneous and you loved it. Taking pictures of them were by far your favorite. Brooke held Jim in a headlock, a wild smile across his face and gripped onto her arm as you took the picture. Then she got on his shoulders, Jim holding her securely in place as her hands laid in his hair. Their last picture was of them, backs to the camera as they held hands, staring off into the sunset. You quickly turned the tripod around, taking an off guard of everyone who sat to the side around the fire. Xavier held the joint in his hand, mid sentence in conversation with Chet. Ray, Montana, and Michael were laughing their asses off at God knows what. All the emotions you were feeling inside, you swear you could cry at the sight. You fucking LOVED your friends.

You gathered all the boys up for their group photo. Xavier stood next to Jim, arm around his shoulder, hand slightly over his chest. Next to Jim was Ray, with a tooth pick in his mouth as he leaned into Jim's shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest. Michael stood next to Ray, his hand place on Ray's head as if he were holding a basketball, his other arm wrapped around Chet's shoulder, hand perfectly displaying a middle finger in the middle of Chet's chest.

"God, I fucking love y'all." Brooke said as she stood behind you, watching you take the picture.

"They're cute, aren't they?" you asked, putting on your best focused face as you snapped the picture. You told them to hold their pose as you snapped a couple more, wanting everyone to have a copy of that picture.

"Too cute for their own good." Montana said. "A bunch of shit heads."

"Our shit heads." you said. "Okay guys! Just two more. One of us girls and then all of us together and then we can figure out plans for dinner!" You bit your lip, holding hands with Brooke and Montana as the 3 of you stepped in front of the camera. Montana stood in the middle of you and Brooke, throwing her arms tightly around your shoulders, bringing the two of you closer to her. She stuck her tongue out for the photo, while you held up a peace sign with your hand, a wide, closed eyed smile on your face. Brooke held onto Montana's arm, her own wide, but opened eyed smiled, forming across her face. You can tell that Michael had taken a few extras for everyone else, consider how many time the cameras flashed behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the moment you, and you're sure everyone else was waiting for. The big, family, photo. Xavier and Chet took the ends. And in this order everyone stood: Xavier, Montana, You, Michael, Brooke, Jim, Ray, and Chet. You set the timer on the camera, all 9 of you trying to come up with different poses quickly for the camera. Your favorite one as you went through them had to be the one where you and Michael sat in the sand in front of Brooke and Jim who now stood between Xavier and Ray. He let you wrap your arms around his torso, your nose nestled perfectly into his cheek as you gave him a small kiss. 

"Okay." Xavier sighed as he hopped into the drivers seat of Jim's midnight blue Tahoe. Jim himself in the passenger seat. Brooke and Montana took the second row. You and Michael snuggled together comfortably in the very back row, your feet sprawled out in Chet and Ray's laps as they both got lost in their phones scrolling through Facebook and sharing memes with each other, which reminded Michael to post the picture of the two of you Jim had sent to him. "Anyone have any dinner ideas before we leave? Anyone in the mood for anything particular?"

"Honestly could just keep it classic and go for a burger and a shake right now." Ray said from the back.

"Ooo, from where though?" Jim asked, turning around to look at him. "That shake sounds really fucking good. Chocolate shake. I want a chocolate shake."

"Tommy's!" Montana, Brooke, Ray, and Chet said in unison.

"Michael? Y/N?" Xavier questioned, pushing his sun glasses down so he could look at the both of you.

"A cookies and cream milkshake is calling my name right now." Michael said as his hand lazily brushed through your hair.

"You had me at burger." you agreed.

"Tommy's it is." Xavier said, finally starting Jim's car, his blue LED strips, dimly illuminating the car, the last song on his phone beginning to play as Xavier single-handedly backed out of the parking space.

Despite how tired everyone was, the car ride was far from silent. For the first 30 minutes anyways. It would take over an hour and a half before you all got back into downtown LA. You finally sat up in your seat, Michael throwing his arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him. So needy , you thought, but you loved that about him. He always wanted to be close to you. He always wanted to touch you. He made sure you felt loved and secured. You watched at the front as Jim and Xavier currently sang and half danced to the song that played. You glanced at Brooke and Montana who had fallen asleep rather quickly, heads leaned against the car window. Chet and Ray had resorted to playing Among Us to pass the drive time, Michael soon joining them.

"Okay, fucking seriously." Michael said as he furrowed his eyebrows, pissed that he was killed by the imposter yet again. And the imposter just happened to be Chet, but of course he kept silent, not wanting to alert Ray. You giggled to yourself, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You wiped them anyway, inhaling deeply before exhaling.

"Everything alright?" Michael asked, noticing your change of mood. "Why are you crying?" He made sure to whisper, not wanting to draw attention to the both of you.

"Michael." you said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." he smiled.

"And all of our crazy friends."

"I love them too." he laughed.

Fuck, I love my friends

Without them, I'd be dead

I know they're the only ones who'll love me till the end

We're all such a mess, lonely and depressed

Been so long and I can't wait to see them again

Fuck, I love my friends

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid​ @theneverendinghunger​ @fernfiction

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𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 [bucky barnes x stark!reader] alternative end.

⚠️MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILER⚠️

🔗 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bucky barnes x reader || tony stark x daughter!reader || avengers x reader

📖 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when tony died, y/n stark resurrects him with her healing powers. but when bucky and tony think the worst of the outcome, maybe it might just be fate.

📣 𝐚/𝐧: so, the people have SpOkeN! they want an alternative ending. so what you want, i shall provide. i hope you enjoy :] also - if you haven't read the first ending, it might help if you do so! another thing is, if you HAVE read the other ending and don't wish to read some of it again, i have left a time stamp from where you can start to read the new ending. :]

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst... but it's better :"]

"FRIDAY what will happen if i bring dad back?" she ask the AI in a hushed tone.

"it's a risky 50/50 chance miss." FRIDAY ensured. y/n didn't care about risk anymore. her life had been full of risks.

"which 50 is the strongest?" y/n asked, biting her lip. she reached tony and looked down at him.

"dying." FRIDAY replied vaguely. y/n gulped.

"and if i survive?"

"intense care will be needed miss stark." y/n smirked at the fact FRIDAY refused to call her mrs barnes. instead the software called her by her madain name or just miss.

"well, here goes nothing." y/n sniffled. she looked back at bucky and nodded. her attention then went back to her dad. she looked strongly at his body. she could do this. but what would the consequences be. death or survival?

"everybody move!" y/n called. a few people moved back. but bucky stood where he was.

"please. move." she said. the rest of them did. unsure of what she was about to do. but bucky had a good idea of what.

"y/n-" but before he could announce his word of disagreement. y/n had started her work.

blue and white flares fell from her hands and attached themselves to tony's body. the colour from his once pale face, had started to fall through.

y/n's body started to collapse. her hands grew shakey. her swell cheeks had sunk in, leaving her cheekbones bare. y/n's bright eyelids had fallen and left her e/c eyes a dark deathly colour. that's when pain seeped through.

"y/n stop this!" she could hear. she didn't know who spoke, but she heard it clearly. y/n stared further at tony, hoping for him to open his eyes at least.

his body had resurrected. it looked as good as new. the once enflamed right arm, had been repaired and the soft skin was shown. the cuts on his face and neck had been cleansed and had disappeard. leaving no trace of being there.

with one final flick of her fingers, she screamed. she screamed until her dad was alive and well. she screamed for the physical pain she felt. she screamed for love. her love for her dad. her love for the team. and her love for bucky. and with that last push, tony's eyes blinked open fast.

y/n let herself go. she flew back and hit the ground. tony gasped out loud, breaking for air.

pepper shot forward and craddled tony in her arms.

people were releaved to see tony alive. but some were more worried about someone else. y/n.

bucky ran over to y/n. pulling her into his arms.

"y/n, come on doll. come on." he said hushed. her eyelids were closed. bucky was mentally beating himself up.

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bucky brought y/n closer to him and placed his ear upon her chest. listening for a heartbeat.

and there it was. it was faint. but it was there.

bucky sadly smiled to himself. he pushed y/n's hair back and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"you're gonna be okay doll." he cooed. knowing full on she couldn't hear him.

that's when tony had sauntered up to his son-in-law and daughter.

tony had never thought he would pluck up the nerve to call bucky his son-in-law. not after germany. but he had learnt to realise that what y/n had told him that day, was indeed true. it wasn't her bucky. it was the winter soldier. it was HYDRA. and tony had realised that when his daughter walked wway that day.

"is she okay?" tony asked. his iron suit was stood up behind them, open from him walking out of it.

"she has a heartbeat," bucky replied, scared. "but it's weak." he sniffed.

tony had tears streaming down his face. but he held composer. his daughter's life was at stake. the last thing he needed was to act out and make a rash idea.

tony looked at bucky and frowned sadly.

"don't worry barnes, she'll be fine." tony sent him a sad smile.

"FRIDAY, set heart stabilzers to charge." tony muttered.

"yes sir." she said.

"you might wanna put her down barnes." tony suggested.

bucky rested y/n on the ground gently. making sure not to hurt her head. he then stood back a little bit. not wanting to be too far from her, if something was to go wrong.

"defribillator ready sir." FRIDAY said.

"go."

with that the defribillators in y/n's leather jacket started up.

a blue light emmerged from the gaps in the zipper of her jacket. a small zip noise was heard. y/n's body was jolted upwards. she then slouched back.

bucky's arms were crossed. his face contoured with worry. tears making their way down his face and soaking into his facial hair.

steve walked up behind bucky and placed his arm on his shoulder.

"she'll be okay buck. she's in safe hands now." steve muttered.

bucky looked back at his best friend and shone a small smile. the smile showed hurt.

"i hope so stevey. i hope so."

bucky's attention was soon grabbed as a loud gasp was heard.

y/n was alive.

tony slumped onto the floor and wrapped his arms around y/n. he then took her body into his lap and craddled her.

y/n coughed and spluttered. eyelids still heavy and soft cheeks; tainted with blood.

tony looked at his daughter and smiled. he brought her head up to his. putting her forehead against his.

"don't you dare try something like that again little miss." tony said sternly.

"jeez dad, you've been alive what? 5 minutes and you're already as ungrateful as yesterday." y/n chuckled, making her wheezd out into a coughing fit.

"and see? that's what you get for scaring your old man." tony sighed, laughing small.

"y/n-" bucky hovered above his wife.

"buck-" she looked up at him. his hair covering his bloodshot eyes.

bucky, too, crashed to the floor. the rubble crunching under his boots.

tony pushed y/n up, so she was sitting up.

"you scared the shit outta me doll." bucky sniffed. y/n smiled. she pushed his fallen hair out his face and behind his ears.

"i'm sorry buck. it won't happen again." y/n replied.

"it better not." tony and bucky said together. the two looked at each other and nodded. agreeing on something for the first time.

bucky rushed into y/n's arms. not letting her go. afraid she would disappear forever. he gripped onto her leather jacket for dear life.

"buck-" y/n coughed out. "too tight babe."

bucky snapped back to reality and let y/n go. in fear of hurting her more.

"sorry," he said. "i'm sor-"

"sshh, you did nothing." y/n shushed him. "i'm just tired and am in a lot of pain."

bucky looked down at his hands and then it hit him. the rings. her rings. they were still in his. after all of that, he still held y/n's wedding bands in his fist.

bucky took y/n's left hand in his.

"i believe these belong to you mrs barnes."

he slide the engagement and wedding band onto her ring finger. the diamond on the engagement band look a little grubby. but nothing that couldn't be cleaned when all was back to normal.

"i believe they do." y/n gleamed at her husband.

she reached up to his collar on his suit and pulled him weakly into her space.

"i love you bucky barnes." y/n said.

"i love you too y/n barnes." bucky replied softly.

bucky then pushed himself forward; placing his lips on hers. his scruff brushing slightly upon her bruised skin. the kiss was short and gentle. but showed just as much love as any other kiss they had shared.

the moment was ruined by tony as he spoke up.

"ahem - i know you two are married and all, but we have a minor here. and he doesn't need to be seeing this." tony sighed.

y/n and bucky shot a look at peter. peter looked back.

"what?" he shrugged.

"nothing kid." tony waved off.

"really dad?" bucky pulled y/n off of the floor and into his side. keeping her from falling to the floor. "we've been married for three years. you're gonna have to get used to the whole thing."

"but i don't need to see you two make out though do i?" tony fired back, smirking.

"really? i should tell you the same." y/n laughed. bucky laughed too at her remark.

"alright little miss, you win this round." tony held his hands up.

"dad, anything to do with bucky; i will always win." she said as she looked up at bucky. he looked down at her, smiling.

"alright that's enough, lets get this together?" tony stated.

"sounds like a plan." y/n replied.

with that, the avengers walked away from the battle against thanos, alive. just one casualty.

but after that day, both bucky and tony had realised how much of an impact little y/n had on their lives. without one, the other wasn't the same.

bucky thought he had lost his wife.

tony thought he had lost his eldest daughter.

and the avengers thought they had lost a part of the family.

but after the battle, tony had learnt to except bucky as family. and treasured him as much as he did y/n. if it wasn't for that one moment where he saw how much love was shared between bucky and y/n, he wouldn't have done any if it.

"you promise you won't hurt my little girl?" tony asked, eyes winced.

bucky smiled at the overprotective father.

"i promise mr stark, i shall love and care for y/n until the day i no longer walk this planet."

tony smiled and shrugged.

"seems like a good enough answer. welcome to the family barnes." tony said, holding his hand out.

bucky too it and shook it, stepping closer to tony and smiling more.

"please, mr stark, it's bucky." bucky said.

"then you better start calling me tony, bucky" tony replied.

and that was the start of a beautiful beginning...

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[lyraburke]

Where: Muggle London, a supermarket

{ status: closed starter for @jamspctter​ }

Lyra was completely caught up in the task at hand to notice her surroundings. She had been plotting all day, distracted at work and had finally come up with a plan that was the perfect level of sweet revenge. After work she had left the ministry and turned the corner to the nearest muggle supermarket she could find. Grabbing herself a trolley to fill with her supplies she was currently in the kitchen supplies aisle when she was too busy picking up items to watch her trolley, which was currently rolling towards another. 

Alerted to the noise of crashing trolleys Lyra quickly ran to hers and dropped the contents of her hands in to it. Looking up at the owner of the other trolley she recognised him as another Wizard, Potter she thought his name was, an auror maybe? After the initial shock she registered the extremely confused look on the mans face and followed his gaze to the contents of her trolley. Realising how strange she must look with 17 rolls of cling film, 9 boxes of googly eyes, 6 squirty creams and a pack of pink lacy thongs she immediately blushed and looked away. The silence becoming unbearable she broke it in a quiet hopeful tone “would you believe me if I said this was my normal weekly shop?” 

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[lyraburke]

Where: East India House, The ladies lounge

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After her drinks at the bar with Sirius Lyra was feeling a little bit more daring than usual, and so when she spotted Alecto heading towards the Ladies Lounge out of the corner of her eye she excused herself from the dull conversation she was having with a french boy her mother had forced upon her and followed. Picking two champagne flutes from a passing tray on her way as an olive branch of sorts she walked with purpose towards the girl who was seated across the room looking out a window. 

Its not that Lyra didn't like Alecto, far from it really, due to her previous relationship with her brother the pair had started on the path to friendship, however what had perspired this evening had rubbed Lyra up the wrong way to say the least. She was telling herself she was being a dutiful sister, that Alecto had turned up to an event with an eligible bachelor far too quickly after her breakup with Cauis, but deep down she knew half of the reason was the bachelor she had chosen to come with. But how was she going to get across her anger at Alecto without giving that information away? 

She sat down across from her, the movement clearly startling the girl, and when she turned towards her Lyra gave her a sweet smile and extended the flute towards her. Looking out at the window that Alecto had been so admiring she fought for the right words and couldn't think of any, and so just spoke one, but it was the one that was niggling at her the most. “Rabastan?” Her tone piqued questioningly at the end, and was paired with a raised eyebrow. 

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[lyraburke]

Where: The Flint family home, Rosalie’s room

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Extremely worried about her cousin and not liking the sign of all of her owls being returned un-opened Lyra decided to take matters in to her own hands. Collecting together an assortment of Rosalie’s favourite snacks she bundled them all in to a bag along with face masks, the most recent witch weekly and a book on beauty spells that Adrasteia had given her that she had yet to try out. 

Flooing to the the Flint manor she stormed up the stairs in haste, knowing the twisting hallways like the back of her own hand. Arriving at the girls door she paused and thought about how best to go about it, thinking about the phrase ‘you catch more flies with honey than vinegar’ she thought she aught to act as though it was any other girls night in for them in the hopes Rose would feel comfortable enough to share what she had gone through at the Yule ball. 

Opening the door in to darkness she cast a silent Lumos and noted the large pile of bedding on the bed, clearly Rose was beneath it all and Lyra was adamant to get the girl to enjoy the evening. Pulling the curtains open to get some natural light brought the top of Rosalie’s head out of the duvet just enough for her to see who was in her room. As Lyra locked eyes with her cousin she placed a warm and inviting smile across her face and spoke in a soothing manor “Hey, I’ve brought snacks and face masks if you want to come out of your hibernation and hang with me?” 

[lyraburke]

Where: East India House, The Gardens

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Lyra had had both an uneventful and stressful evening. She had been acting exactly how she was supposed to act, dancing with her date, involving herself in small talk with all kinds of wizarding nobility and sadly not overindulging in the free flowing champagne. The stress had come from her own inner turmoil, she was upset about how her conversation with Rabastan had went, which lead to her being furious about who he decided to turn up with, then unable to voice that furiousity as she could not claim him as her own. Then there was the guilt over lusting after her own dates brother, and of course, the fact that her date was actually the boy her best friend had eyes for. 

Because of all this stress Lyra had noticed an opportunity to escape and took it, before her mother could force another dance partner upon her. She had taken two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter - one for each hand - and slipped out in to the gardens, happily strolling along the path by the lake she decided to spend some time pondering a few of her issues whilst finally having the drinks she so desperately had wanted to drink throughout the night. All was well for Lyra in that moment, alone with her whirling thoughts for the first time all night, or so she thought she was, that is until she noticed someone start to walk in step beside her. 

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[lyraburke]

Where: The Crystal Pavillion, greenhouses

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One of the many perks about working as an unspeakable was the fact that you got free reign of the greenhouses at the back of the pavilion. Under the care of the ministry and its exceptional gardeners the greenhouses are home to many rare and tropical plants that would never grow in the plant stores they have down in the department of mysteries. Many of these plants need sunshine and warmth, something that tends to be lacking underground. 

Entering the park and walking to the greenhouses Lyra opened her purse and pulled out the key for the greenhouse she had taken out from work. As she was rounding the corner however she saw a figure who seemed to be loitering, the greenhouses were strictly for use of ministry workers and research purposes and so certain plants within the houses were highly sought after by those not allowed inside. However, when she got closer to the figure she recognised him immediately “you do know that black hair, a black cloak and standing around looking lost aren’t really excellent stealth techniques, I’m assuming you want something from inside?” she gestured towards the greenhouses, looked around to make sure no one was watching and let them both in. 

Closing the door behind them she turned to her un-stealthy friend and spoke with a raised eyebrow “what you up to Sev, also, how were you planning on getting in if it wasn't me who had the key?” 

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[lyraburke]

Where: Knockturn Alley, Borgin and Burke’s

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Entering in to the shop of her namesake was like walking back through her childhood, every time she opened the door and heard the ding of the bell it pulled on each of her heart strings. The shop was where she was always happy and it would be where she could always be found if things were going awry, not that that was the case today. Walking around she browsed the new pieces that had come in and shouted for her brother as she went, when there was no reply she went further in to the shop and was just about to climb the stairs to the private offices and lounge area above when Erik opened the door to them and gracefully walked down them towards her. 

The sight of Erik made her feel more at home than she already did, the brother she was lucky enough to find outside of her crazy family who was now as much a part of it as Caius was, she smiled up at him and spoke “Caius isn't up there hiding amongst the antiques is he? I really wanted to talk to him.” Following Erik to the front of shop and jumped up to sit on the register he had just placed himself behind “I suppose you’ll have to do then” she spoke with a hint of mischief.

[lyraburke]

Where: Diagon Alley, Flourish & Blotts

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Sitting at the back of one of her favourite shops in the alley with a book she had just purchased on the effects of water plants in potions Lyra was quite happy to waste the day in this exact spot. Not many people came to the back aisles of the shop, the one she was currently sitting at the end of in the book nook was the astronomy aisle, most people tended to stick to the fiction books at the front of the store so she was sure not to be disturbed.

About half an hour in to her read she looked up at the sound of movement and noticed a woman clearly deciding between two books from the aisle she was in. Having taken an interest in astronomy ever since she was little, her mother thought it prudent she learn it in the hopes of impressing the Blacks, she knew the books the girl was holding. Clearly trying to decide which was the better read Lyra closed her book but kept her finger in her place and spoke just loud enough for her to hear “The one in your left hand is much more informative, than the one in your right, although if its purely the moon cycle you're interested in I would suggest ‘Moons by Moon’ instead”. She then smiled at the girl and hoped she would take her comment as helpful rather than rude.