#especially when he grabs his arm to drag him to the piano

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » the astronomer philosopher, the earth and the moon

[aurumacadicus]

Anyway I saw a commercial where Don Cheadle runs a speakeasy.

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"Tony, my bar is opening tonight and my piano player has food poisoning," Jim stated when he found him in the living room of his penthouse, watching a basketball game.

Tony blinked at him, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. "I can flush him with Pedialyte?"

"This isn't college. Also I already left him a case and a credit card in case his girlfriend has to take him to get an IV," Jim answered with a blasé shrug. He reached over the back of the couch to grab his hair and give him a gentle shake. "I understand you're still reeling from your breakup but I need a favor. You must have dated at least one person who can play jazz on the piano."

"Stop wobbling me I'm full of chips," Tony grumbled, lifting his hand to slap Jim's arm. "And no, I didn't. I'm the piano player in my relationships."

Jim paused, then began shaking him with more fervor. "HOW COME YOU NEVER PLAYED FOR ME."

"There wasn't a piano in our dorm I will throw up on you," Tony snapped, smacking his arm again. "Also??? I was adorable in school I would have hogged all the girls."

"It's so annoying that you're right," Jim huffed, allowing himself to be brushed off. He looked around the penthouse, then pointed at the piano next to the window, which he'd always thought was just there either to impress Tony's dates or because rich people just owned pianos. "Show me what you can do."

"I don't want to go to your speakeasy opening," Tony complained, even as he stood and brushed his hands off on his sweatpants. "I want to wallow in finding my ex-boyfriend fucking my ex-girlfriend in my bed. I was supposed to propose tonight. You're getting George Gershwin."

"Oh no," Jim deadpanned. "A way to get your mind off of that guy I hated anyway while getting me to owe you a favor."

Tony paused, slanting him a look out of the corner of his eye. His fingers hovered over the piano keys. "...You'll owe me a favor?" he repeated.

"A big one," Jim confirmed, and couldn't help a relieved smile as Tony's fingers danced along the keys in response, Rhapsody in Blue vibrating out from the piano's body. "Wear that pinstripe number. You'll never have to buy yourself a drink."

--

Most of the patrons were by invite. Jim had wanted to show the place off to his friends first, now that it was finished. A themed bar wasn't the safest bet in any economy, and he wanted them to be able to enjoy it before he had to start stressing about finances. And military people never needed an excuse to drink.

Tony's favor had involved inviting a few of his rich friends, though, and with the selfies Janet Van Dyne and Johnny Storm were posting online, Jim figured he'd be set for a few years, especially when Jan grabbed his hands and sparkled at him about how she'd be coming at least once a week to show off new flapper dresses. (He was still unsure as to how she "sparkled" at him, but it was an adjective he'd gotten from Tony and it was the only really apt one.) They kept dropping fifties in the tip jar, too, which only made his bartenders more cheerful and willing to act in their roles.

Luckily, the higher class clientele were balanced out with Jim's pals from the military. Carol and Maria had already said their goodbyes (Monica had an event early the next morning) but as the air force left, the army rolled in, and he welcomed the Howling Commandoes in with only a little teasing.

"Jim," Natasha said, appearing beside him between one breath and another, despite the beads on her dress tinkling musically with each step. "Why is Bucky lying to people that his food poisoning miraculously ended. And why did he give me five hundred dollars to shut up about him not having food poisoning."

Jim sighed. He should have known that Bucky would have gotten dragged here regardless of his "illness" with friends like the Commandoes. "I needed to get Tony out of the house but I knew he'd only do it if I needed help. Today was the first time he showered in a week."

"I see. Well, I've just gotten May and Happy together," Natasha said ominously. "And Pepper is well on her way to realizing Phil is asking her out. I could use a new project. Steve is also single."

"I really don't want Tony dating right after he found his cheating ex-boyfriend in his bed with someone else," Jim began.

"Don't worry, Steve is stupidly loyal even to people he's not dating and will punch Tiberius Stone in the teeth if he ever sees him," Natasha assured him, and floated halfway across the room as Jim gave her an astonished blink.

Well. Jim couldn't say he didn't want to see that. He drifted over to the piano, where Tony was still diligently playing Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton. "You need a break, bud? You've been playing for two hours straight."

"Rhodey," Tony slurred happily, and it made Jim suddenly aware of the rows of martini glasses on the side of the piano. "This is so much fun. Is it okay if my tips go to charity. I can't feel my hands."

Bucky appeared a moment later, cheerfully shouldering him aside. "I'll take over, fella," he said, giving Jim a wink, and hip-checked Tony off of the piano bench and directly into Jim's arms.

"Was that hot or am I sad and drunk?" Tony asked. He squinted at Bucky blearily. "Am I sad and looking for anything to be hot. Or was that actually hot."

Reluctantly, Jim answered, "No, it was hot, but Bucky's taken." He pulled Tony's arm over his shoulders. "Let's get some water in you, okay?"

"Okay but I promised Jan I'd play her out because of drama and panache," Tony wobbled, allowing Jim to tow him over to the dark, moody sitting area. "Is this a secret door? Oh my God yay," he added as Jim pulled a bookcase open to reveal a back room where he could rest without excitement.

Jim had intended for it to be a room for private parties, but letting his friends sober up in it tonight would be fine, probably. Especially if Tony was going to be drunk and cute about it. "What is Jan going to have you play?"

"'Let's Misbehave,'" Tony slurred, and Jim sighed fondly, because of course she was.

[vax-merstappen]

dancing with the F1 boys

no bc imagining dancing with these guys was literally the cutest thing ever! my personal favorite to write was yuki, like i was melting from the fluff. hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

Lando Norris

Lando had been practically begging you to come with him and some friends to his favorite club. You asked a few of your own friends along and told Lando you would meet him there. When you and your girlfriends walked into the club, you instantly noticed your boyfriend standing at the front of the club, headphones on and mixing music for the crowd. You always thought Lando looked super hot when he would dj and you grabbed your friends and pushed your way to the front, where he would be able to see you dancing. Little did you know, nothing turned Lando on quite like watching you enjoy yourself to his music. After his set was over, he pulled you aside to dance with him and do other incredible things in private.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar wasn’t one for dancing in public, as both you and him knew that he had two left feet. But when you asked if he would come with you to your best friend’s wedding, you knew that there would be no better opportunity to coerce him onto the dance floor. You let him have a few drinks and chat with a few of your mutual friends at the table while you danced with your best friend. When you noticed him watching you as you moved, you ran over to the table and pulled him to his feet, dragging him over to the floor. He couldn’t help but smile as you danced so carefree while holding his hands. Eventually he couldn’t help but move along with you and the beat, your mission of getting Oscar to dance finally completed.

Max Verstappen

You had spent one of Max’s days off on a romantic trip together. You had spent the entire afternoon exploring the city and laughing with him about inside jokes only the two of you understood. You had finally sat down in a park where you would be able to watch the sunset. As day turned to night, you heard a busker with a violin start to play somewhere nearby. You looked Max in the eyes before asking him if he would dance with you. “Of course, schatje.” You spent the last minutes of sunlight in each other’s arms moving together, not caring who was watching.

Charles Leclerc

“Ma chérie, would you listen to this and tell me how you like it?” Charles asked. You walked into the room to see him seated at the piano, looking at expectantly. “Of course, amour.” He started to play and you closed your eyes and listened to the notes echo through the space. You loved when he would play for you, especially his original pieces. As the song continued on, you began to dance to the music. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see Charles watching you or the beaming smile on his face. “How was it?” he asked after he stopped playing. “I think it’s your best one yet,” you responded, and you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss.

Carlos Sainz

When you admitted to Carlos that you had not listened to many Spanish songs, he immediately turned on Spotify and began playing his favorites for you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, beginning to dance along and sing the lyrics. You had to admit that the songs he picked were catchy and you began to dance along with him even though you didn’t know the words or what they meant. You just loved seeing how happy the music made your boyfriend.

Lewis Hamilton

One of your and Lewis’ mutual friends was a pretty famous singer and she wanted the two of you to be in a music video for her latest song. Of course you both had enthusiastically agreed. You were on set for the day, shooting various scenes where you were walking around the city together. Finally to end the video, your friend had told you to just dance to the music together in your own way. Lewis gave you a warm smile as you began to move your hips to the beat. He grabbed your hand and spun you around, just for you to land laughing in his arms. Your bodies continued to move to the music until the song ended and you kissed as the final note played on the set.

Daniel Ricciardo

One thing you and Danny always liked to do was karaoke, even though neither of you were particularly good singers. Daniel was so passionate about music that he was always down to sing to his favorite songs, even if it meant showcasing his not so great voice. This particular night, Scotty and Chloe had egged you both on into doing a duet. Standing on the stage, you both belted the lyrics to your favorite song, dancing around the music without a care in the world. You took a bow when you were finished singing and immediately went to cue up another song, not wanting your musical moment with Danny to end.

Yuki Tsunoda

A week ago, Yuki had told you that he had never played the Just Dance games growing up. You immediately decided that you needed to fix this and planned a date night in where the two of you could play the game together. While you waited for your takeout food to arrive at the house, you took Yuki through your personal favorite dances. At first you beat him easily, as you had some memory of which dance moves would come next. But as the night went on, Yuki began to catch up with you and eventually outscore you at your own game. Your food arrived and you demanded a rematch after the meal, as you weren’t one to simply lose. Yuki laughed and agreed to keep playing and you both ended up laughing and dancing together late into the night.

Alex Albon

It was a depressing rainy afternoon and you had been curled up feeling sad all day. Alex had been on a call with his race engineer for work, but once he finished he immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked you what was wrong and you replied, “Nothing much, it’s just a gloomy day.” Alex told you he had an idea and to follow him. You did and he led you downstairs and out the front door. You stood where it was dry as Alex ran out into the rain. “Come on, baby, let’s dance in the rain!” he shouted and you couldn’t help but smile and run out to join him. Even though you both got soaked, you had an amazing time splashing through the puddles in the arms of your amazing boyfriend. When you went back inside, you both curled up in warm blankets and dry clothes. Only one movie came in mind to watch, Singin’ in the Rain.

Logan Sargeant

Logan had got a bad result in qualifying and was feeling down about his chances during the morning of race day. He had been tense all morning, so he was relieved when he was allowed to go take a quick break in his driver’s room. He walked in the door to see you waiting for him. You could tell Logan had been feeling down. An idea came to mind and when he sat down next to you. You turned your phone’s volume up and hit play on Logan’s favorite hype song. You got up and started dancing and singing to the lyrics. Logan started to smile and even got up to dance alongside you. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered to you as he pulled you close. “That’s just what I needed.”

[inkmonster21]

Sing for Me

5. Devoted to You

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader / The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence. From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

Previous Chapter

Series Masterlist

Tagged: @fallout-girl219 @harmfulb1tch @themadhattersqueen

We pull up to the Howard residence. Each step of the entrance was familiar under my feet. The once relaxing walls now filled shoulder to shoulder with pricks. It’s lively, with music playing and guests exchanging conversation. I didn’t seem to recognize many people majority of them being Vault Tech employees. Louis grabs a couple of drinks before dragging Heather and her boyfriend away to meet people.

“This ain’t much of a party. Looks like a big business deal.” Johnny notes. I shake my head in disappointment. “This party sucks. Just wait until you come to the after-parties of the tour. They’re so fun.” Johnny smirks as he swipes two glasses of whisky. I hate whisky. Cooper would’ve never gotten me a glass of whiskey. He knows my favorite wine and would have it on tap waiting for me.

We made acquaintance with a few people on the camera crew. One happened to be an assistant on the set of a music video I made a while back. “I LOVED that song!” She sings it drunkenly causing me to laugh. I took pictures with several of the Vault Tech employees mimicking my famous Nuka Cola pose. Little by little the night eased with the whiskey. I was relaxed. Given it had something to do with the amount of drugs and alcohol in my system but I’ll take happiness as it comes.

Now outside in the large gazebo in the garden we loudly socialize. Johnny sits smoking away, Heather and her boyfriend are all cuddling up talking to some other couple, Louis is in the middle sweet-talking some businessman for all he’s worth, and here I am swaying drunkenly to a song in my head in the middle of the freshly cut grass.

I spot a familiar figure exiting the house. The skinny guy walking down our way. “My piano man! Henry!” I laugh with open arms beckoning him into a hug. His face is bright red as he pulls away. “(Y/n), it… it’s so good to see you. I didn’t think you would remember me.”

“Friends, this is Henry MacLean. He can play the piano like no other. On the spot too!” My group welcomes him in nicely, all of us too buzzed to give a damn. Johnny stands with a smile, “there’s a piano inside.” I look at him and scoff, “Ah, don’t make me sing.”

Henry shrugs, certainly not going to turn down the opportunity to play for me. “I can play by ear,”

“You should've heard her earlier in the shower. She was singing this beautiful song. I had never heard it before.” Heather says as she leans up. “That’s because it’s unreleased. I’m still working on it. It’s a new project.” Heather frowned, “it was so beautiful but sounded so sad.” I shrug, “All my songs can't be happy.” Especially when all I can compose is depressing ballads. The only emotion I can feel when I try to write a song is want, and an ache burns in my chest. I want Cooper. I dream of a life where we were together. I love him, and I forever will. I am bound to him as roots are to a tree. Never seen, hidden beneath the beautiful growth of nature.

Johnny tosses his arm over my shoulders. “Come on everyone, Miss America here is going to sing us a song.”

~

I walk down the steps leading to the pool, “Excuse me. Your wine.” I place my cigarette in the glass before passing the waitress and sitting in front of my friend, “Well, shit, Seabass. You might be the only one of my invites who actually showed up.” He nods with a small smile. “Not all true, (y/n) seems to be having a swell time.” I look in the direction of his gesture. She’s swaying in the grass barefoot, without a care. A pure beauty in the mixture of facade company. I would give anything to go over to her, sweep her off her feet, and drag her to the bedroom. Peppering her skin with kisses as I make up for the time I have lost with her.

I suck in a breath, returning to the conversation at hand. “Not our usual scene, I’ll give you that.” He hums with a flat smile, “I think our Hollywood actor friends don’t want to be seen celebrating with the pitchman for the end of the world.” I shake my head, “Oh, you don’t know the half of it. You hear I lost a movie over these ads?” He looks at me in all seriousness, “No.” “Yeah, showed up to set, the actors wouldn’t come out of their trailers. Bonnie Lewis said it was on moral grounds.”

He scoffs, “Bonnie Lewis? She’s done more ads than a fucking billboard.”

At that point, I couldn’t help but hear the annoying voice of (y/n)‘s friend. “Come on everyone, Miss America here is going to sing us a song.” They trail past us, his arm thrown over her shoulder so casually. He smiles at me as they pass. She avoided all eye contact. I may not be able to touch her, but I can still allow myself the pleasure of watching her perform, especially since I am the host. It would be rude of me to not attend.

~

We stand in the large living room, Johnny clinking his glass catching everyone's attention. "If I could have everyone's attention!" All eyes on us, Johnny holds me out at arm's distance. "Who wants to hear my girl sing?" The applause begins, as it always does. Henry sits at the piano I lean over humming the intro to him. I turn back to the crowd, and I see him. Clad in a black shirt his hair brushed and jelled to perfection. I intake a brethe. The corner of his lip twitches, threatening a smile.

"Well, this is a very special night. I'm so thankful to Vault Tech for looking toward the future and keeping us American citizens safe. As a token of gratitude, I would like to perform a song that I've been working on. I hope you enjoy." I end the speech looking into Cooper's eyes, this song was for him after all. The piano starts slow, I take a deep breath in begin to sing.

"Guess mine is not the first heartbroken

My eyes are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know

There's just no getting over you"

Cooper watches intensely as I sing. I look towards him touching my chest.

"I know I'm just a fool who's willing

To sit around and wait for you

But baby, can't you see there's nothing else for me to do?

I'm hopelessly devoted to you"

I was devoted to him. Even if I were to date someone, hell even marry them. I wouldn't ever be able to let go of my feelings for him. I burned for him, I craved him, I couldn't live without him.

"But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

Hopelessly devoted to you"

He took a step forward, beckoning to my call, to my song, to my soul. I was indeed out of my head for him. I was trying to replace the missing touches and whispers with drugs and alcohol. He was my cure. Sadly, he was unreachable. So all I could do was fall deeper down into the hole, only dreaming of him.

"My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him"

My heart is sayin', "Don't let go

Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you"

I would wait for him, in this world, or the next. Maybe we got the timing wrong, but one thing was true. Our souls were meant to love one another. Cooper stares at me as a starved man looks at his first meal. Moving closer to the stage he acts as a lion, priding through his field, coming to take what belongs to him.

"But now there's no way to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm outta my head

Hopelessly devoted to you"

I lean down, reaching out, directing my attention to Cooper. Silently, begging him to grasp my hand, hold me tight, and tell me everything was okay. One more step would be all it takes for us to be in the vicinity. "Hopelessly devoted to you," Cooper nods, understanding my message. I would wait for him. Unhealthy, and toxic, but I would do it just for him.

Applause rings out loudly breaking my trance. I back away from Cooper, now feeling the tears in my eyes. I smile at everyone, waving as I exit the living room, dashing for the door. The overwhelming emotions threatened to tip over. I was spiraling, without him. My soul was starving without its flame.

I made it down the driveway until a hand caught my wrist. "Stop, honey. For me, please." I turn to see Cooper. His finger curled around my wrist softly. Tears flowing down my cheeks I attempted to tear my arm from his grasp. I was drowning in a sea of emotions. I didn’t know if I wanted to yell at him or throw myself into his arms. He keeps his grip firm, placing his other hand on my bicep. “(Y/n)”, he breathes out as if I’m a dream.

I feel myself filling with rage, tears still streaming down my face. “What? What the fuck could you possibly have to say to me?” He stays silent, eyes begging, but I continue to chastise him. “You used me. You disrespected me. You coaxed my feelings, hopes, and dreams out. You learned how I ticked, and you used me to your advantage. So, please tell me, Cooper,” his mouth slightly gaping, he draws in closer. “What the fuck do you have to say now?”

Cooper pushes me against the wall of the entrance gate, shielded by the trees. His hands attach to my waist with force. Our foreheads together, our lips begging to touch. He licks his lips, never looking away from my eyes. “I… I'm sorry. Honey, I’m so sorry.” He grapples onto my body, holding me close. Pressed firmly against him I shutter. I shake my head, my thoughts fighting against the moment. “Cooper, we, we can’t. Your wife-“

“I love you.”

Cooper stares at me with overflowing eyes. So much pent-up emotion and passion was threatening to release. He breathes me in, trailing his nose up my neck, “I love you, (y/n).” Our lips hover over each other. I hold every restraint I can. I sigh in disbelief, I want it to be true, I’ve dreamed of this. Hearing those words spoken from his mouth. “I love you.” He says it again, almost in realization. He stares into my soul, allowing his to reach in and cradle my lonely heart. He massages my waist, a choked breath leaving his body, “say something, darlin’.”

I bring my hands to his chest, clawing at his shirt. “Coop, you’re married.” He shakes his head, “I’ll leave.” I scoff, “you said that before.” He holds my cheek with one hand, his other wrapped securely around my waist. “I will, I promise. I… I can’t lose you. Fuck if I lose everything else, I won’t lose you.”

He leans in with force, sealing our lips together. this moment it feels like fate. His hands move from my waist to the sides of my face, cradling my cheeks with surprising gentleness. The kiss is passionate, tender, everything I wanted. Our hands roaming across each other, he pushes me deeper into the metal gate. I moan out, shaking for him.

“(Y/n)?” I jump back at Louis’ voice. He’s walking down the driveway looking left and right. I move to leave, but Cooper pulls me back. Hands still on my cheek he nuzzled our noses together. “(Y/n), please, give me time.”

I smile, pulling him down once more, “I would wait 200 hundred years to love you, Cooper Howard.” His charming smile lights up the night. I slip away from him and catch up with Louis as he slips into the car. “Where did you run off to?” I watch the tree line near the gate, Cooper stands, hand sun his pants pockets as he watches me. “Just to get some air.”

[roryzlittles1ut]

Jack Thurlow head canons!

SFW:

Cooks for you. He’s an excellent cook, I believe he is. You will absolutely love the food he cooks. He only makes you food, no one else.

Walks around the park with Rusty (act like his dog didn’t die okay). You, Jack, and Rusty will go on walks nearly every day. He would hold your hand, and Rusty’s leash in the other hand.

Cuddling on the couch. You and Jack would cuddle, watching a horror movie. He always has his arms wrapped around your waist or neck.

He has a shelf full of your things. He seems like the type of boyfriend to have a little collection of your things. He often looks at it to feel better.

His favorite places to kiss you is definitely your neck or collarbone. He loves the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“Your skin is so soft..so warm. What? I’m just saying the truth.”

He’s a gentleman. He often holds the door for you, grabs your thighs, and treats you like a princess/prince. He will always tell you how much he loves you.

Doesn’t speak about his parents. Ever since Jack’s trauma, he doesn’t mention anything about his parents. He keeps it to himself so he doesn’t make you upset, but if it hits him so hard, he’ll tell you.

Plays the piano a lot. Almost everyday you would hear him play the piano. It’s very nice, he has a lot of skill on it.

Am I the only one who thinks Jack would love to watch the stars with you? He would look out the window with you on his lap, just star gazing.

NSFW:

He smokes a lot when he fucks you, especially when it’s doggystyle. He would moan and just take a drag of his cigarette, slapping your ass.

Jack would definitely make out with you as you’re fucking. He doesn’t want to take his lips off of you, since it’s such a passionate moment.

I feel like Jack would probably record you guys fucking, then rewatch it at work. (When no one’s around ofc!)

He loves it when you suck his cock. He’ll groan and moan your name. He would even sooth you by caressing your hair.

“Oh god..don’t stop. Keep fucking going. It’s okay, I know I know..just a little more. I love feeling that throat of yours.”

Fem! Let this man finger you. He has a lot of finger skill, especially because he plays the piano. Just let him..trust me.

He’s very skilled with his tongue. Thats all I gotta say. (If yall don’t understand what scene I’m trying to mention..)

8-9 inches. He knows he’s quite big, and he really believes you can take it.

“Huh? It’s big? Well..baby you can take it. Aw, don’t be scared. I’ll leave a gaping hole in you.”

[skubean]

If you write for ten can you pls write one where the reader learns piano just to play with ren and ren is happy bcs of it 😭?

hi anon, thank you for the request! ren's actually one of the few that i used to watch, and i definitely loved this idea esp after the piano handcam stream SHASHAHSSDH. also losing my mind rn bcs ren's coming to nijigen but i'm too anxious to go to cons. anyways, hope you liked this <3 !

learning the piano for ren zotto!

summary: you decided to learn the piano for ren after seeing him play one day, and it comes of as a shock to the man, especially when it's something he's very passionate about.

notes: gender neutral reader, mentions of being in a relationship, just some fluff as per usual! slight mentions of misunderstandings but plenty of fluff afterwards.

it's not a surprise to you anymore everytime you come home and hear music coming from his room, or his studio. you know ren's passionate about music, and you've always been his #1 supporter. you've been there when he was working on songs in his studio and he's always letting you be the first to listen. he loves music, you know so. but lately, you've been so busy that you haven't had the time to indulge in his interests that you could sense ren being hesitant around you. when you asked him if anything was wrong, he shrugged it off and said that he was just worried he was bothering you with the noises, eventhough you've reassured him that you don't mind. the lack of communication probably got the best of you because you both ended up having trouble talking after some time, especially with how hard it is to see each other (since you're too busy). you know ren loves music and you know it's something that means a lot to him, and you want to cheer him up! also, as a sort of apology for not being able to be around after you've been so busy. so one morning, you wake up feeling the warmth of his body engulfing you in a hug as the bright shades of outside shine on you face. you groan before turning around to face him. ren was still sleeping, with his face squished against the pillow, mouth slightly opened. you giggled, and nestled closer into his chest, before feeling him squirm and hug you closer. "mmm.. don't go yet, love..stay with me some more..", he says as he basically locks you in his arms. "okay", was simply what you responded and nuzzled closer to him.

silence. that is until ren grabs you with a smile on his face. "wait, really? you're not busy anymore?", he asks you as he cups your cheeks and plants kisses all over your face. hearing him laugh made you laugh too as you shook your head explaining to him how you're done with whatever was keeping you occupied. truth be told, ren never wanted to pry into your business, so he never really asked what was causing you to be so busy. but, one thing for sure is that he's hella glad he has the whole day to spend with his beloved s/o. "well, actually. i was gonna show you something", you said as you dragged ren into his studio where his piano was in. ren, puzzled as he is, follows you behind until he sees you sitting in front of his piano with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. you signal ren for him to stand near you as you clumsily open the piano, and attempt to play his song, 'blue sugar'. you were so focused on getting the notes right, that you didn't even notice how serious you looked, only relaxing after hearing ren laugh. you were embarrassed, but it helped you relax. you could sense ren coming closer before he scooted next to you and played alongside you while he sang. it was amazing, how you felt so happy, and how endearing the whole entire thing was, especially seeing how relieved ren looked after you were done. here you were, two grown ups, just woken up and being all giddy in front of the piano. "what's this? when did you learn to play, y/n?", ren faces you as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling you closer. "hmmm..i don't know, maybe i was so busy learning the past few weeks, maybeeee", you exclaimed as you see the gears turning in his head. so that's why you've been so busy, he thought. he couldn't hide the soft, warm feeling engulfing his chest. he loved you like crazy, the things you'd do for him, and how just a gesture like this was enough to prove to him how much he's addicted to you. you both spent the rest of the day cuddled up in his studio as he teaches you more about piano, more so as compensation for not learning with him beforehand. (he was pouty you learnt it from someone else). needless to say, ren zotto loves music. but, he definitely loves you more. so imagine the look on his face when his favourite person learnt how to play his favourite instrument all for him.

a/n: sorry this ended up being a little self-indulged sksksks i wrote this without any drafts so it might be a bit loopy. <3 beanz

[thisismeracing]

ok so since i had dance practice today

mick and hamilton!reader would absolutely be the types to dance in the kitchen

waltzing would be their sleepy, i want to touch you but also dance but also im dead on my feet but still want to dance

and since salsa requires more energy to at would be their we’re making lunch but the food needs to sit in the pan for a bit and we have the space and time to be wrapped up in each other dance

i think they wouldnt dance in public at first cause they want this to just be their thing before its something the world knows

but one day on the paddock someone accidentally connects to a bluetooth speaker and one of their salsa songs come son and before anyone knows it mick has pulled hamilton reader close and they are in their own world salsa-ing around

everyone is like where is this music coming from and why is it so loud??? and then they turn their heads towards them two and they just watch in stunned silence and adoration

lewis is a smiling wideeeeeeee cause thats his sister!!!!! and her man treats her so welllllll

[sidebar: lewis was the one to teach hamilton!reader the waltz, but reader and mick learned the salsa by themselves]

the engineer’s phone who was desperately trying to disconnect let the song run cause they arent going to take away this moment from them

and at the end the surrounding garages give a round of applause

(maybe lewis pulls him aside later and jokingly, but not really, and gives him his blessing and he better see a ring on his sisters ring soon. mick totally isnt shitting bricks when he says that and then reader, unknowingly saves him from her brother to take him away cause its time to go home)

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first of all, it's so cool you dance!!! I love it <3

second, yes, hamilton!reader and mick would totally dance, they have their own playlist after all, we should expect something like this from these two. They would waltz to the piano version of King of my heart, Mick just got home from sim work, and Yn is super tired and had just gotten home too, she's putting something together for dinner, and their shared playlist just ended, so now Spotify is playing similar stuff, and for some reason, it started playing the piano version of their song. Mick, who had just reached the kitchen door, hugged her tight, kissing her temple, and relaxing with her scent and touch. It was seconds, and they were still hugging so one of them casually started to move, and the other followed, and then they were just quietly dancing in each other's arms.

It would take a bit for them to get the hang of Salsa, but it was so much fun to learn with each other. They would share some tutorials, and their algorithm would help by suggesting salsa songs and TikToks. She would make fun of him, but also encourage him - get this right and I'm kissing you on the lips, one step wrong the kiss is on the cheek, and so on, all while in the kitchen. Some days they would move the sessions to the living room, dragging the coffee table to the corner of the room, and just having their fun. Angie would bark here and there especially when they would laugh, she would love to watch those two.

OMG OMG But the look they would share the second the music started playing, silently deciding if they would dance to this or just pretend it wasn't happening, but then Mick was grabbing her hand, and it started small, just one foot here, other there, but then you were dancing for real, and the whole time they were smiling at each other, eyes never leaving the other.

Lewis is the proud brother, and he would totally snap a small video of it (that thing about having a shared folder with Gina), whereas he's also the protective brother so yeah, he would tell how happier reader seems to be and how Yn happy means he's happy too, and meanwhile Mick is just nodding unaware of this is going, sipping his coffee, and watching Lewis go through his salad, at this point, Lewis is more talking than eating his food. And then boom, he asks when he'll be seeing a ring on her finger, and Mick chokes on his coffee, gulps at the tricky situation, and before he can confess to Lewis that he, in fact, got his mom's ring just a few weeks back, but he would probably wait a bit, Yn barges into the room laughing with Bono and Mick breaths in relief.

Side note: I am in love with all your hamilton!reader thots <3 the way you got them is just *chef kiss*

King of My Heart Masterlist

[starshine-wagner]

Kodak Moment

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Summary: You decide to document a special moment during drum practice with Danny.

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive content

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

"Dammit," Danny huffed. He slammed one of the drumsticks down onto the snare and took a deep breath, stretching his fingers. He'd been trying a new bit on his Age of Machine line, but just couldn't seem to get the beat right. The two of you had been there for the better part of an hour.

"If I'm being honest, I didn't notice that it was o-" you started, but Danny cut you off.

"I did," he bit back, "And Jake did last night. And Josh will be up my ass about it soon enough."

You knew enough not to be too hurt by Danny's reply. It wasn't that he was frustrated with you. He was just a bit too hard on himself, sometimes. With a sigh, you sat up from your spot on the ground next to Danny and wandered around the stage while he continued practicing.

You paid a visit to Sammy's little Plato statue. You thought it was endearing that he kept a little buddy to keep him company on stage. He told you the story of how he got the figurine sometime last year, but, if you were being honest, you hadn't totally been listening.

It was before Danny and you had been dating and, with Danny sitting across the room, you had no chance at really hearing what Sammy had to say. Between stealing yearning glances at his best friend and feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, it truly was a lost cause.

You dragged your fingers across the keys, noticing that the stagehands had already set Sammy's his incense for the night. He'd been trying different scents lately, but, after a sniff, you determined that you weren't too fond of the one he'd picked for tonight. It was too musky for your taste.

Being on the stage was like taking a little peek into Danny's mind. You enjoyed watching him in his element, especially up close. Of course, during a show, you'd never be able to really see what it was like. But, during these little pre-show sessions, you could at least get a taste. Looking out into the empty seats, you felt a pit in your stomach and were immediately brought back to your 3rd grade piano recital. With a shudder, you turned back to Danny.

Just then, he let out an animalistic yell and, at first, you couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

"Let's fucking GO!" he shouted. You raised your eyebrows to him in silent questioning. "That one was damn near perfect," he nodded. Running up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. That's when your eye caught it. One of the disposable cameras the fans so oddly loved.

The guys had really gotten into the whole disposable camera trend this tour. You thought it was a little silly, considering they all had cameras with 10x better quality in their pockets at (almost) all times. But, they enjoyed messing around with them. They'd always be sure to have one on stage on the off chance that Josh decided to fool around during one of Danny's drum solos. And, of course, the fans went wild anytime he'd take pictures on stage.

You quickly released Danny from your hold and skipped to the front of his drum stage to reach down and grab the camera.

"Think Josh will mind?" you asked, lifting the camera into his view.

"It's fine. But what for, baby?"

You spun the gear on top of the camera until it was locked and loaded, and then aimed the lens at Danny, just as he was checking to see a notification on his phone. Probably Jake checking in. The flash went off and he whipped his head back up to you.

"You didn't tell me to pose!"

"I didn't want to! It's to commemorate you getting that part just now. That way, the next time you doubt yourself I can make you remember," you said with an all-knowing smile.

"Gimme that," he said, reaching his arm out to you from across the kit. He was glistening with sweat, but you don't think the camera captured it well. It couldn't ever really capture his beauty.

He turned the knob and aimed the lens at your face just as you went to pull a stupid grin.

"Absolutely perfect," he murmured. Once more, you came around to his side and tapped his thigh, letting him know that you wanted a seat. He spread his legs open just enough so that you could sit and face him.

"You know, they really should make these stools bigger," you thought.

"Well I don't think the manufacturers are typically envisioning more than one person on the seat, Y/N."

"Touché" you responded, kissing his breastbone. When you pulled your head back up, his thumb caressed your cheekbone while his other hand held you securely on his lap.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," he frowned. "I shouldn't be short with you when you're just trying to love me."

"Thank you, Danny. You know I understand, but you're forgiven." Now it was your turn to admire his cheekbones. You had already helped him paint a pair of small triangles under his eyes in preparation for tonight's show. Though you admired your work, you admired his natural beauty even more. "You're a pretty boy, you know..." you reminded him.

"Yeah?" he smirked. "Pretty?"

"Very pretty," you murmured just before you moved to take his lips in yours. His hand moved down from your face and wrapped around your neck, applying only the slightest bit of pressure. He went to move it down further when you let out the smallest, barely-noticeable moan at his gesture. He rethought his decision and decided he liked holding your neck best. Your hand made its way onto his for just a moment before you had a bright idea.

Not breaking the kiss, you reached behind your back to grab the disposable Danny had placed on the snare. Silently winding it up, you stretched your arm out. Before he recognized what was happening, you'd snapped a photo of your little heated moment. Danny, once again surprised by your photography, pulled back.

"I don't think this is quite what they were envisioning when they coined the phrase 'Kodak moment', babe," he said, chuckling.

"Well," you started, running your hands down his chest, "I was thinking earlier. Sammy has his little tokens on his stage. Josh has his props. And Jake... well, Jake is too busy playing with his eyes closed to see anything else. But, you don't have anything personal with you on stage. Nothing to keep you, like, grounded."

He listened intently, his eyes still glancing at your lips, clearly wanting to get back to business. "So, once we get this developed, maybe you can keep it with you. You know, I can tape it to one of your stands or something..." you trailed off. The more you spoke, the more self-conscious you became.

Danny was silent for a few beats before his gaze met yours through his eyelashes.

"I mean..." you braced yourself for a pang of rejection. Maybe he didn't want to have that kind of thing with him at work. The right side of his mouth twitched up as he continued, "I mean, I think we can do a little better than that, yeah?"

Oh. Oh. The self-conscious knot in your stomach turned into something... else.

And so, back to business you went. The two of you made very good use of the next few minutes and the last few exposures on that roll of film.

Josh didn't need that camera anyway.

[elvendria]

Noticing You - e.m x fem reader Part Two

Chapter Song: Chaotic - Tate McRae (Y/n will act like it's her song)

(Also Eddie has a job as a mechanic apprentice because let's be real, the idea of Eddie all sweaty and covered in grease is appealing)

tw: shy nerdy reader, shy eddie, sleazeball hellfire member (Not the guy unlisted, this is an OC character)

word count: 4467

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

September 2nd

My fingertips pressed against the ivory keys of the school's beat-up piano. Robin had asked me to consider joining band, and realistically I never play the piano at home anymore, at least not for myself. But I'm not totally sold on the idea.

It runs the first half of lunch, and it would be nice to get back out there and play with a group of people, not just to the mannequin the art department left in here after they were finished sketching the human figure. The thing is so creepy, I tried putting a hat on it just to make it look less, well, creepy, but all it did was make it look like a sleep paralysis demon with style.

After band, Robin caught up with me in the halls. She started rambling on about something Steve had said during their shift at Family Video. I was only listening to snippets of the conversation, trying desperately to get to the library before she dragged me to the cafeteria. But before I knew it, she'd linked my arms and started walking to the disgusting pit that people choose to eat lunch in. Willingly.

You'd think that I would at least have a chance at overpowering Robin given how tall and slight looking she is, but the truth is Robin spent her entire summer slinging ice cream, and she's got seriously strong arms because of it. An unfair advantage if you ask me, giving piano lessons to kids hardly builds up your strength.

"You're not holing up in your nerd castle just so you can avoid facing him." Robin laughed, practically dragging me down the halls, each step taking me closer and closer to food poisoning.

"I have no idea who you-" I started

"Shut up Y/n, did you forget that I sit beside you in bio already? I've seen how you look at him, I'm surprised he hasn't found out yet, you are one serious stealth master when it comes to hiding how you feel about someone,"

"I don't feel that way about anyone. It's a stupid concept reinforced by stupid people. I just get shy around him that's all,"

Just as I said that Vickie caught up with us and complimented Robin on her trumpet performance at band. Robin immediately went red and kept stumbling over her words, but in the end, she managed a "Thanks, you too," before Vickie walked away.

I keep forgetting how nervous Robin gets around people, especially girls. I guess it's another thing we have in common.

Walking into the cafeteria, I pulled my green and black flannel around myself, partially hiding the Metallica shirt I wore underneath. It used to be my Dad's, but I doubt he's going to come back to scold me about wearing his clothes. Even so, I didn't want Dustin to see it, he'd have a million questions and every second one would be "Are you okay?"

After grabbing what I can only assume is an attempt at lasagna, I spot my brother and wave before going to sit two tables down. He tries to beckon me over to sit with him, or to at least sit at the empty table between us, but he's with his Hellfire group, and I just wanted to be by myself. With Robin.

I taught Dustin how to play D&D when I was 10 and he was 7. Mom and Dad couldn't stop fighting, and he was almost always drunk. I didn't want Dustin to hear him, so I'd take him down to the basement or the back garden and try and distract him. He then brought his friends around and I taught them how to play D&D too, eventually resigning and letting Will Byers become their Dungeon Master. But with him having moved to California with Johnathan and Eleven, I guess they needed someone else to take over for Will.

I just wish it wasn't Eddie.

"Y/n, you're staring at your lunch like it's going to kill you." Robin laughed, sitting down across from me.

"I swear I saw the pasta move on its own," I say, poking at it with my fork. "See? It just blinked at me." I looked at the lunch lady, scratching at the mole on her face, and suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. That was when I felt the weight of the cafeteria benches shift.

Looking across, I saw my brother's massive grin as he sat down beside me. He was digging into his lasagna and I suddenly wanted to be sick, even going so far as to fake gag. I picked up his lunch tray and put it in the trash in an attempt to prevent anything that may end with him in the nurse's office.

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" He grumbled, folding his arms and sulking in his seat.

"Yeah well I'll make you a grilled cheese later, one that won't leave you with your head in the toilet bowl," I said. He started to mimic me, which resulted in me mimicking him back, and we went on like that until Robin slammed her hands on the table, forcing us both to look at her.

"Oh my god, you two are the most childish people I've ever met, yet somehow you're still the most adorable people I've ever met. If I didn't already know you're brother and sister I would definitely guess that you're somehow related" Robin laughed, exchanging knowing looks with Mike.

"See? Even the thought of being related to you is sending my friends crazy." I nudged him in the side.

"Friend, singular. I don't see multiple people sitting here." He nudged me back.

"Speaking of, why are you sitting here, isn't your club table there," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the table Dustin normally sat at.

"Well you wouldn't sit with us, so we wanted to sit with you," I glanced over and saw that the rest of the hellfire club had started to pick up their lunch trays.

"Well, that's very sweet Dustbin, but Robin and I have something we need to work on for Bio class," I said, kicking Robin under the table. Harder than I meant to.

"What? Ow- I mean yeah, tons of homework, Mr Wright will be pissed if we don't finish it by Monday." Robin said, saving me from humiliation as we both stood up and began to walk away.

"What about coming by Hellfire tonight?" Dustin called out again,

"I'll pick you up at 6:30, but I've got homework and lessons Dustin so I'll be pretty busy." Suddenly mid-sentence my eyes locked with Eddies, and he held my stare for a moment, or a lifetime, I couldn't tell, and deep down a feeling stirred within me. I pushed it down and away as I turned and walked as fast as I could before I had the chance to make a fool of myself, Robin following along behind me.

"Damn," She said, "You've got it bad for that boy huh?" She teased me as we walked down the halls,

"I don't 'Have it bad' for anyone. I've already told you this. I'm just shy around people in general."

"Yes, but you're especially shy around our dear Mr Munson," She said, over-dramatically fluttering her eyelashes and cupping her hands beside her face.

"I'm not continuing this Robin, I'll wind up with a headache that will last for days," I said, stopping to sit on a bench in the hall "Anyways we've discussed this before, I'm more nervous around him because I made a fool of myself in front of him in middle school."

"Fine, I get it. But we have a problem with our excuse. Dustin's going to say it to Eddie, and Eddies in our bio class, he's going to know we have nothing due." Robin said, sitting beside me and placing her head on my shoulder. We both let out a really loud sigh

"Oh god," I said, wanting to hide in the furthest corner of the world where no one will ever find me.

Classes seemed to drag on until the bell rang. I thought about making my way home to start on my English homework. But as I was passing by the music room, I caught sight of the piano, and it was like my heart lulled me to it.

I waited till the halls were fairly empty, getting a few homework assignments done before I sat at the bench and played random notes that had been bouncing around my head all day. Humming the tune as I played, I tried pairing it with lyrics I had written down sometime last week,

"I have this paralyzing fear that I'll maybe go nowhere," I started quietly, afraid in case lingering students still in the halls might hear me.

"But God forbid me ever admitting I could be scared." I continued humming the tune until I got to the next section of lyrics I had written.

"You said it looks like I've been going through hell,  How did you know, how could you tell?"

I didn't have anything else to go along with that just yet, but it was getting there, and I liked the way it sounded.

As I was getting up to leave, I could hear some rustling outside the door followed by the sound of someone running. I just grabbed my bag and left, if I was late to another teaching lesson, Mrs O'Dwyer would find someone else to teach her bratty child how to play the piano. The girl doesn't even attempt to learn, but her mother pays well and doesn't skimp out even though I'm not qualified to teach.

Getting into the car, I saw there was only one car left in the parking lot. He sat in it and looked straight ahead like he was thinking a million things at once.

I suddenly felt awful. Everyone calls him "The Freak," and here I was, acting as if I agreed with them. There were days when I so desperately wanted to speak to him, to say that I liked his tattoos, but the minute I see him I clam up, and no words are uttered until I'm alone in my car that afternoon. Then I go and say everything I wish I said to him during the day.

I checked my watch. It was 3:30 now, Dustin would need me to pick him up in 3 hours.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I did what I do best, and pushed everything down until I couldn't feel anything anymore.

I got home and by the time I finished teaching the little brat and done a few assignments, it was time to pick up Dustin. It was dark out, and it looked like it might rain. I grabbed an umbrella just in case and made my way to the school.

It held some type of fascinating eeriness to it at night. The kind that made the hair on your arms stand up straight and sent a chill down your spine.

Dustin, Lucas and Mike came bouncing out of the school doors, laughing at each other before hopping in the car.

"How was Hellfire?" I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot. The steering had become stiff, which is never a good sign.

"It was so cool Y/n, Eddie is just the best!" Mike announced from the back seat, earning a round of agreements from the rest of the boys.

I was halfway home when my baby made a sputtering noise that didn't sound good. I was only a mile from home, and thankfully we made it to the end of the street before she gave out completely.

"Guys get out, Dustin go to the house and call the Sinclair's and the Wheeler's. Tell them my car is broken down but Lucas and Mike are more than welcome to stay with us till tomorrow. They left clothes from the last time they stayed and mom washed them so they should be OK" I told them as they clambered out of the car and made their way up the road,

"Guess I'm taking you to the shop tomorrow," I said, rubbing the wheel of my car. 

"That should be fun."

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EDDIES POV

*earlier that day*

I sat in Ms O'Donnell's, twiddling the pen between my fingers, trying my best to pay attention, but all I could think about for the past 37 days was my D&D Campaign, playing the guitar, and the redhead that I knocked over outside the library on the first day back.

I'd seen her around, and I almost always saw her coming out of the library during lunch. The day that we bumped into each other and she dropped everything, she forgot to pick up a pen, and I don't know why, but I held onto it.

Y'know, in case she ever needed it back.

But every time I'd get close to her, She'd rush away. I almost caught her at her locker once, I was going to tap her on the shoulder and give it back, but I froze about 5 steps away from her. I remember my heart was beating louder than Gareth on the drums and my palms were weirdly sweaty. The next thing I know the bell is ringing and I've turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

At first, I thought she was like everyone else, who only saw me as Eddie "The Freak" Munson, but then her brother joined Hellfire, and I slowly but surely wormed the answers I needed out of him when no one was around. And boy, when I got one answer, I pretty much got them all at once.

Dustin did not know when to shut up. Kid was a goddamn blabbermouth. He wasn't a bad dude. Less annoying than I thought he would be, but not by much. Still, I liked him. He brought a decent sense of humor to the party.

-Last Week-

"Oh, Y/n? Yeah, she's just shy around everyone. I'm surprised she's friends with Robin, maybe it's because she sits beside her and is pretty much forced to talk to her. All she ever does is hang out in the library or give music lessons to little kids." Dustin rambled on. "And every other evening she's working in the new diner."

Guess I was going to have to start making more trips to the diner then.

"Oh yeah? What kind of instrument does she play?" I asked after Hellfire one night when no one else was around, not sure what I was expecting to hear.

"Piano mostly," He told me as we packed up the last few bits from the game. "She used to play the guitar a lot." He said quietly, packing the last of his things into his bag.

I had about 10 more questions just off that sentence alone. Why did she stop? Who taught her? Was she any good still? I was about to ask when Dustin called out a goodbye before exiting the room, leaving me with what felt like a million unanswered questions.

-Present Day-

The class bell rang, signalling the start of lunch, and I was making my way to the cafeteria when I suddenly found myself making my way to the library. I stood there for about 10 minutes, not fully knowing why this was happening, but 100% knowing what I hoped would happen. That she would turn the hall and walk down here, smiling and saying hi as she saw me, before walking into the library and doing whatever it is she does in there.

I looked at the ground and thought of where she fell that day. I thought about how her glasses flew from their resting place on the crown of her head, and how I felt when I handed them back to her.

In that moment, all the colours in the world suddenly felt so dull and drab compared to the pool of blues and greens in her eyes.

Suddenly, they were the only thing I wanted to see for the rest of my life. I wanted to study each individual eyelash and watch as her eyes crinkled at the sides when she smiled.

After 10 minutes, she hadn't arrived, and I couldn't see her inside already. Feeling defeated, I turned and walked to the cafeteria, meeting up with the rest of the guys at "the freaks" table. Gareth, Jeff, Paul and George sat there with Mike and Dustin, the group trying to convince George not to leave the group. Personally, I couldn't care less if the sleazeball stayed or left. When I sat down and started shoving pretzels in my mouth we began talking about the important stuff, the new campaign.

After a while, I saw Dustin waving his arms around like a crazy person, which I've come to realize isn't totally out of the ordinary for him, but this time he let out a defeated sigh, which made me think he was trying to get someone's attention.

This was my chance. I smirked at Dustin from across the table.

"10 bucks you can't get her to sit with us," Giving him a sly smile. Surely she wouldn't say no to sitting with her brother right?

"Hell, I bet 20 bucks he won't even be able to talk to her." George laughed, not realizing the relation. "She's in my English class, and let's just say I'd like to see those lips do more than recite Shakespeare."

I kicked him under the table and shot him a death stare, "Do you have to be so fucking gross all the damn time?" Why was I so angry right now?

"What man? She's a hot senior who apparently listens to good music, of course I'm gonna want a piece of that," He said smugly,

I threw a handful of pretzels at his head, wishing they were something a lot heavier.

"Watch your goddamn mouth George." I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Deal," Dustin said loudly, breaking the tension as he gave me a knowing look, and yet he looked curious at the same time, "On the getting her to sit with us thing. Once Mike and I are over there, we'll give the signal and you come join us. Piece of cake."

I could hear her conversation about how disgusting the lunch looked, and to be fair she wasn't wrong. When she said the food was blinking at her I nearly laughed but suppressed it as Dustin had just sat at her table.

He started digging into his lunch and she looked like he was going to be sick, even feigning gagging.

"Eddie, he is so blowing this." George said smugly as she got up from the table "I can smell my 20 bucks already."

Dustin gave the signal, but I didn't want to go just yet. I motioned for the boys to hang on for a bit before heading over, and just as I suspected, she came back and sat with Dustin,

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" He sat back in his chair and folded his arms

"I guess you're down 20 bucks George, Dustin over there is chatting up a storm." Jeff laughed.

"Yeah well I'll make him a grilled cheese later, one that won't leave you with your head in the toilet bowl," She said back.

"Did she just invite him over? Is that even legal?" Gareth questioned in all seriousness. I just watched her as she poked fun at Dustin. She was terrible at impressions, but clearly, it runs in the family. I didn't realize I was staring until Robin Buckley slammed her hands on the table, pulling me from my daze.

"Oh my god, you two are the most childish people I've ever met, yet somehow you're still the most adorable people I've ever met. If I didn't already know you're brother and sister I would definitely guess that you're somehow related," Robin laughed at them. I wanted to laugh too, but I was trying to keep a straight face.

"Wait, they're related? No fair! I'm revoking my bet, it doesn't count if they already know each other." George was such a sore loser, both in and out of D&D campaigns. Things will be so much easier when he quits, and thank god he's not in the band so I don't have to see him outside of school.  

"A deals a deal gentlemen, and we said we'd go join him. Grab your lunches and let's go." I said to them, but just as we picked up our trays, I heard her say,

"Well that's very sweet Dustbin, but Robin and I have something that we need to work on for bio class." She hurriedly rose from the table as Robin muttered something about homework for Mr Wright.

We didn't have biology homework. 

Wait did we?

No, we didn't, I remember class this morning. He was talking about cells and other boring shit, but I remember not getting homework because Harrington would not shut up about having more time over the weekend.

As she got up to leave she told Dustin she'd get him from Hellfire tonight after her lessons. Does she give lessons? I remember Dustin saying she gave them to little kids, but I thought that was just a summer job-type thing.

Our stares met for a moment, her eyes were like the colour of a golden hazelnut and I felt a weird tightness in my chest. As she turned away I saw her Metallica shirt and raised an eyebrow.

"So, big sis is a heavy metal fan huh? Doesn't seem the type." I asked Dustin as lunch ended.

"Oh, the shirt? It was my Dad's. He used to love heavy metal music. He used to put it on and dance around the room with her. Or at least attempt to dance," he spoke both quietly and nonchalantly, "When he left, she stopped listening to it, but she still keeps his old vinyl collection in her wardrobe and she wears that shirt when she's stressed or upset," He let out a sigh as I walked alongside him in silence "She thinks I don't know that, but I do."

I couldn't think of anything else to say. I felt like I was starting to know her, to relate to her, without ever actually speaking to her. I couldn't bring myself to say her name, it felt weird to call her by it when she hadn't even officially spoken to me.

I gave Dustin a pat on the shoulder and a small smile, before turning and walking to class.

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I spent most of my time in my last few classes doodling notes for tonight's campaign. When the bell finally rang, I jumped out of my seat and was almost out the door when Mr Finch called me back into the history classroom.

"Eddie, I know you don't care now, but I hope you understand that you need to work a bit harder in class and pay attention. You may not care now, but if you want to graduate you need at least a C in this class. It's very important."

I nodded in agreement and he let me leave the class. How is anything I learn here going to benefit me in the future? I grabbed a few books from my locker but when I was passing the music room I could hear someone playing the piano.

I looked through the window in the door to see if it was her. She sat playing a few keys once in a while and then jotting something down. Did she write music?

"I have this paralyzing fear that I'll maybe go nowhere," She sang quietly

Well, that answers that question.

I listened to her finish her piece, sitting on the floor outside just in case she might see me. When I heard the music stop, I peeked my head up to look at her, and she was just about to get up to leave.

"Shit," I whisper-yelled to myself, grabbing my bag and sprinting down the hall before anyone could see me, almost falling a few times in the process.

I reached my car and sat there trying to catch my breath. There was a reason I didn't try out for the track team. I thought about her singing, her voice, her laugh, and the tightness in my chest came back.

I reached behind me into the back of my van to pull out my box of cigarettes and a lighter from my duffel bag with my spare clothes in it for work at Wayne's Mechanic shop later. I was only going to check stock, but that place is covered in oil, and I didn't want to ruin my clothes.

I sat around for a few minutes and smoked, not thinking of much, before heading in to start up the club.

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"Hellfire can not be run in just 3 hours," Mike groaned at the end of the session, "Every time we get somewhere good, we have to finish up for the week."

"Normally I'd agree with you Wheeler, but next week is going to blow your minds!" I laughed whilst twiddling my thumbs, attempting to appear manic and succeeding.

Everyone filed out of the classroom turned dungeon and into the car park, and there she was, just like she said she'd be. Dustin, Lucas and Mike walked over to her, her eyes lighting up slightly as she saw them. I wanted to go over and talk to her about anything and everything. To let her know that she has a fantastic smile that I wish she would direct at me, just once. But before I could move my feet, they drove off in her little yellow car.

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Later that evening, I was about to close up shop when the phone rang. Probably someone in need of help during the rainstorm.

"Hey-lo, Munson Motor Shop, Eddie here," I answered

"Fuck." the woman on the other end of the line whispered, followed by a dead silence.

"Um, hello?" I was getting impatient now, it was 9 and I wanted to close up shop.

"My car broke down, there was smoke coming out of the hood but it seemed to have stopped, I don't know if that's because of the rain or what, but I was wondering if you could send a tow car out tomorrow to bring it back and have a look?" She rambled off.

"We can send one now if you need immediate assistance, the rains really coming down out there."

"Thanks, thankfully I broke down near my home, so I'll be okay for tonight."

"As long as you're sure,"

"I'm sure," She breathed down the phone.

"Okay well, if you just want to give me a number and address I'll come by tomorrow and pick it up," I said, taking down her details as she called them out to me.

"I'll also just need your name." I held the pen to the paper, ready to start writing again,

"It's Y/n Henderson," She replied, I could almost hear her shiver down the phone.

As if on instinct, I removed the person's name from the very first slot and put hers in. Mr Carver could find someone else to wash his sons car.

"No problem Y/n, I'll be out to you first thing tomorrow,"

We both said our goodbyes as we hung up the phone.

Tomorrow should be fun.

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[dragbunart]

crazy fan tries to "save" shuichi from yandere kaede, the situation ended up being as bad, if not worse, than when a crazy fan tried to kill shuichi

Shuichi stared up at the sky as he was led away from the convention center. It was the first time since the game he had seen the outside without Kaede holding onto him. But with the grip, this fan had on his arm it felt just about the same.

At least Kaede checks to make sure her grip doesn't hurt... He thought. While Kaede was manipulative and cruel at times, she also tended to be overly concerned with his comfort, trying to make him as happy and comfortable as he possibly could be.

They didn't make it far when the Danganronpa Team Vehicle screeched to a stop in front of them. While the fn was frozen in fear Shuichi just stared blankly as Kaede exited the car.

Her face was filled with genuine worry as she ran over.

"Shu! Are you ok? Any injuries?" Her hand reached toward him to pry the fan off. The security team grabbed the fan and dragged them off shouting, while Kaede rolled Shuichi's sleeve up.

His arm was beginning to bruise.

"Does it hurt any?" She pried gently.

"Just a bit..." He murmured. "I think I'd like to go home early." Kaede's gaze softened.

"Do you want me to come with you or do you want to go alone and take some time to process?" Alone just meant he'd be led inside by the Security team but otherwise be left to his own devices.

He stared at Kaede, shocked that she was giving him a choice.

"I... I..." As much as he wanted to be alone, he didn't think he could stand the silence. Especially after being kidnapped from his kidnapper against his will. At least with Kaede he always knew what to expect. "I don't want to be alone right now... Can you play Piano when get home?"

"Of course, Shu." He felt her lips connect with his cheek and felt his body physically relax.

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Permission Granted [rooster]

A/N: OMG this got so much longer than I expected after being my first fanfiction imagine back from a long hiatus :D please be easy on me! I love me some rooster! I hope you like it!

Requested by an anon with prompt #19: "Permission to lean in?" "Permission granted."

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

Plot: Rooster and Iceman's daughter have been best friends and they've always had feelings for each other. After losing her father, reader has a hard time coping with Rooster leaving without saying how she feels.

“Icelady, a few beers please darlin,” Hangman’s voice rang from behind and you turned to see that pearly white grin gleaming as he leaned against the bar of the Hard Deck. It had been a blast from the past having your favorite pilot class back in the infamous bar for a super special, top secret mission. 

You grabbed four beers from the ice cooler, collecting them in one arm as the other used a bottle opener to quickly snap them all open and push them onto the counter. “Anything else Bagman?” you teased with a wink as you added the beers to Maverick’s tab with a giggle. 

“Hangman,” he corrected with a mischievous look in his eye. “And no thanks darlin, as long as they’re on the ol’ buck.” Hangman pointed across to Maverick who was deep in conversation with Penny  and nodded in delight as you held your thumb up. 

Hangman went to head back to his buddies before second guessing himself, turning fully back to face you with another charming smile. “Actually, just one more thing…” he trailed off, leaning closer to you. Your hand stopped wiping down the dirty counter, quipping an eyebrow at the motion before you noticed Bradley walking towards you. 

“What’s that?” you asked with a genuine curiosity. Before he could ask whatever suggestive maneuver he was churning up in his head, Bradley’s hand came down on the back of his head with a harsh whack making a loud giggle escape your lips. 

“ROOSTER,” Hangman growled and rubbed the back of his head in anguish. You went back to wiping the bar as Rooster rolled his eyes playfully at you. 

“What?” he asked with an innocent look on his face, adjusting his Hawaiian shirt. “I was just coming to ask my best friend to join me for a walk on the beach tonight so we could catch up…you weren’t planning to ask her out, were you?”

Sticking your tongue out slightly and biting down on it with a smile, you couldn’t fight the amusement bubbling up from the look on Hangman’s defeated face. 

“Cause, she’s busy. Right?” you nodded innocently and Rooster winked at you, grasping one of the cold beers in Hangman’s hands before dragging him back to their group. You moved back to your Uncle and Penny, watching as the two practically stared into each other’s souls. Maverick broke his gazing to see your approaching figure, a genuine smile forming to brighten his face.

“Look at you, peanut,” he stood from his stool so you could give him a tight squeeze. “You’re all grown up, looks like you and Bradley are still as close as ever.” You turned as you watched Rooster slamming on the keys of the piano, getting the bar to sing along with him. 

“He’s my best friend, of course we’re still as close as ever,” you replied - pulling two beers from the cooler and handing him one before taking a sip of your own. He stared down at the sweat on the label before taking a sip.

“When are you going to tell him?” There was a pregnant pause at the question before you narrowed your eyes at the older man.

“Same time you tell Penny how you really feel about her,” your words were razor sharp, almost threatening as he pursed his lips and tilted his beer with a knowing nod. 

“Touche,” he chuckled.

“We’ve really worked to stay in touch with everything that’s happened over the years,” you gave him a soft tight lipped smile. “Especially with Dad’s condition.” Maverick sighed in understanding, worried as much as you were for one of his oldest friends. 

“Your dad is a tough son of a bitch,” Pete replied, rubbing your arm in comfort. “He’ll pull through.”

“He is tough,” your eyes lit up, “He was top of his class you know?” you teased as he sat back on the chair with a shocked expression before pushing your shoulder gently.

“We were having a nice moment there,” Pete exclaimed as you both clinked your beers and began to catch up. 

That was three weeks ago.

Your fingertips tapped heavily against the scratched up glaze of the oak on the bar, the document on your Macbook staring back at you as your vision blurred once more. You hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until Penny slammed a large box beside you, the glass clicking and clunking inside as she placed a hand on her hip. 

You had been a mess since he’d left for his top secret mission. Being Iceman’s oldest daughter, you were completely used to people you loved going off to god knows where to do god knows what. Your heart practically dulled and numbed to the feeling - but you never had to say goodbye to Bradley like this before. 

Especially so close after losing your father. You were still too devastated by the loss to be even slightly okay with Maverick and Rooster flying. And with only so little time left before the mission, Rooster was finding it hard to say goodbye to you knowing everything you had lost.

Never had to see the unsure gaze he gave you when he came to let you know what time they were leaving. Never before had you lost your words of affirmation or watched the stray tears slip through his hard exterior and find their way onto your bare shoulder. You were the best of friends and he was the over confident one. Poker faces were never your strong suit, never something you learned to perfect so when you clutched onto his uniform in a tight fist of fury, you were unsure of how to navigate open waters without a flotation device. 

Rooster had cleared his throat and he tried to collect himself, wiping his face with his large hand before rubbing your back quietly. His broad arms wrapped around you tightly,  squeezing before he reluctantly let you go. “I’ve gotta get some shut eye before we head out at dawn so I’m going to go…” he sighed and glanced down at his shoes. “I’ll see you in a few days okay?” he pressed his chapped lips to your cheek and then he was gone before you had a chance to speak. The sound of your front door alerting you of your last chance to spill your feelings, rushing down the steps to stop him but when the door slammed open to reveal your empty driveway with no Jeep in sight - a sob escaped your lips.

Rooster’s phone was off, something he always did the night before a mission. The notion is a deep annoyance to you but a necessity for him to get his mind right and focused. No distractions, he would always reply during a petty bickering session. 

That had been five days ago and the radio silence was killing you inside. “Why don’t you and I go sailing today?” Penny finally said after staring at you with a deep crease in her brow. You wiped your sweaty hands on your shorts before glancing at the time on your phone again. “I’m worried sick too, we could both use the distraction.” 

You nodded and stood to stow your laptop in her office before she left the keys with Jimmy. You headed down the road to the dock, leaving your phone in the car to let go for a moment and helped Penny to untie from the dock and head out on the windy day. 

It was a gorgeous day out on the water, the sails billowing as you zipped through the waves. The sun felt good on your face and for a few hours, you felt at peace with the world. Your worries and fears had been safely locked up at the dock, awaiting your return. Penny gave you a few lessons, letting you steer while she pushed and pulled at the ropes to maneuver. You were giggling messes, chatting about your respected men and their troubles while cruising along the islands surrounding San Diego. It was only when the sun began to descend in the sky that you two decided it was time to head back before the rush of new recruits and veteran pilots decided to frequent the bar again for the night. 

With the sails tightly rolled down, you yanked to start the engine to steer quietly back to the docks - only to catch two men in the distance, dawned in uniforms. You lifted your sunglasses, squinting in the distance as your heart began to hammer against your chest. One glance to Penny gave you relief that her anxiety filled her facial features. You stood, rushing to the bow of the boat to realize that it was Rooster and Maverick, standing patiently waiting for your return. 

You let out a sob, covering your mouth as you approached. Without thought, you leaped onto the platform as soon as you were close enough, both men rushing forward in fear of your safety. Landing securely on the dock, your feet slapped against the old wood as Mav moved forward to clasp your hand for a moment before he passed you to help Penny. 

Arms and legs entangled as you leaped into Rooster’s embrace, sobbing into the neatly pressed material of his collar. He held you tightly against him and tears slid down both your cheeks, your hands sliding through the locks of hair at the base of his neck. He soothingly ran his hands up and down on your back as he pulled back to look at you. 

“I’m home, I’m safe,” he whispered, his forehead pressing lovingly at yours as he peppered your face with kisses. “I love you,” he murmured against the warm flushed skin of your cheek, making your heart skip a beat.

“You…what?” you breathed out and he inhaled, his soft breath fanning over your neck. 

“I should’ve told you before I left,” he tried, leaning back to gaze deeply into your eyes. “I love you, I always have.”

“You left without telling me that?” your tone was unreadable and he couldn’t tell if you were mad or upset or uninterested. His brow furrowed and he was a little scared. “Do you understand how worried I’ve been about you Rooster? How devastated I would’ve been knowing that you left me alone before I got to tell you that I feel the same way?” you rambled, using his callsign which was never good, but his eyes lit up at your confession. He leaned forward to grab your cheeks and pull you to him but you stopped him.

“Oh no, you do not get to just kiss me when I thought you were dead just about 15 minutes ago,” you wagged a finger at him, taking a few minutes to look him over. The moment didn’t feel real and he gave you a moment or two to take in everything that had just happened.

Rooster let you take your time, watching your expression relax as you finally accepted his appearance to be real. Your shoulders loosened, arms coming down to your sides as you took a deep breath and a small smile painted onto your lips. Rooster returned the smile gently, tilting his head playfully to the side.

“Permission to lean in?” he asked, using his pilot voice as he stood at attention. The action made you laugh, grin widening at his silly antics. 

“Permission granted, Litenaunt Bradshaw,” you nodded as he relaxed and moved forward to grab your cheeks once more. His lips crashed against yours after a moment and you leaned in to his touch, returning the kiss as your hands covered his larger ones. The world fell away around you as you moved against each other, the kiss slow yet passionate. You only pulled away due to the sounds of whooping and hollering coming from behind you as Mav and Penny cheered. 

“We should get out of here,” you whispered against his neck, hiding your embarrassment, “lover.” You squealed as he picked you up, throwing you over his broad shoulder to get you into his car for some privacy. He clutched your hand in his as he backed out of the parking lot, waving to the older couple heading to Mav’s bike before touching his lips to your knuckles and driving into the sunset.

[f10werfae]

Chris Evans Pregnancy Scenarios #4 ☁️

Pairing: Husband! Chris x Wife! Reader

Word count: 872

Summary: Back again with Y/n and Chris during their pregnancy♥️

Warnings: None

Requests are open! ✨

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

-Sweet Summer Walks

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love summer especially when i’m one of the lucky ones that isn’t heavily affected by hay fever. However, this summer has to be my most uncomfortable one, at 7 months pregnant.

“This is unbearable” I breathed out laying in a starfish position on the bed, the air conditioning on full blast in the bedroom.

“CHRISSSSS!” I dragged out as loud as I could, hearing his heavy footfalls thundering up the stairs rapidly.

“Yes?! what’s happening?!” He replied out of breath, both his hands grabbing onto the doorframe as his knuckles turned white.

“Take me on a walk please baby?” I said turning my head towards him, jutting out my bottom lip. He stood taller now, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled at me goofily.

“Is that all you wanted me for?” He asked playfully, taking long strides towards the bed his arms reaching out to pull me up to stand.

“That, and also I could not get up by myself”

I whispered embarrassed

“There we go” Chris said chuckling, his arms wrapped themselves around me, his lips placing soft kisses onto the top of my head

“But can we go on a walk though like seriously?” I said looking up at him.

“Yeah of course, anything for my beautiful baby mama” He winked at me, his hands rubbing my protruding stomach gently. Walking me over to the armchair in our room, he sat me down before walking into our closet and pulling out a pair of sneakers.

“Are these okay?” He asked holding up my pink running shoes.

“Mhm yep thank you” I replied quietly, watching as he put each shoe on my foot before tying the laces.

“Alright, you ready to go?”

(Time Skip To actually walking)

Chris drove us to a local nature reserve with a boardwalk, the one where we went for our first date. Holding my hand firmly but gently in his, we started walking along the wooden path, a gentle silence accompanying the air.

Chris stopped suddenly, turning to look towards me opening his mouth, before closing it again.

“What? do I have something on my face?” I ask laughing slightly, he shook his head as a reply before dipping down and placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

“I was about to say something, but I looked at you and forgot what I wanted to say”

“Aww you’re such a flirt Evans” I said trying to brush off the dirt pink blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“Only for you honey, only for you” He said resuming to walk, swaying our intertwined hands in the process.

When around 15 minutes into our walk, he let go of my hand and walked towards a tree beside us. At his tall stature he could easily reach the branches, pulling down one and pulling a flower off the edge. Before walking back towards me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear then adding in the flower.

“There, now your outfit is complete” He grinned, adjusting the red flower which now matched my warm toned outfit.

- Piano Recital

(Chris' P.O.V)

Adjusting the new piano sheets on the stand, Y/n sat next to me, her hands cradling her bump with her head laying on my shoulder lovingly.

“Is he still kicking you love?” I asked putting a hand gently on where our son usually kicked, glancing at the clock showing it had turned 5am.

“Yeah, but he can’t help it. Can you lil guy?” She said smiling tenderly at her stomach before meeting my eyes, noticing I was spaced out she leant forward and pressed her lips to mine; instantly sending my heart to go 1000000 miles an hour. God I am so in love with her and our baby.

“I’m sure you want to hear your daddy playing before you sleep huh?” Y/n asked her bump, only receiving a harsh kick in return which we took as a yes.

This was a routine now, our little man would not sleep or calm down unless he heard me playing piano. So it became normal for Y/n and I to spend time together at the piano, singing lullabies and humming to our baby, a moment I wish would last forever.

“Alright bub you ready?” I asked my gorgeous wife, as my fingers were hovering over the keys, seeing her nod.

Letting my fingers play the sweet melody, I watched as his kicks against the skin of her stomach became less frequent, Y/n's head starting to lay heavier on my shoulder, a sign both my son and his mother had fallen asleep.

Slowly stopping to hit the piano keys, I reached over and pulled up her tank top, her gorgeous stomach staring back at me. Resting my hand at the top, I felt the slight movements of my son, a few tears starting to build in my eyes.

“mmm Chris? are you done hun?” I heard Y/n whisper out quietly, her hand laying on top of mine on her stomach.

“Yeah baby, i’m done for the night” I said softly, tucking my head into her neck, whispering sentences of love and gratitude about everything that was to come.

[azaleavi]

Adorable

Summary: Y/N and Sebastian have a quiet moment

Warning(s): language (?), kissing i guess,

Word count: 1k

Author's note: Based on this gifset because I can't stop thinking about it. It’s a little short sorry about that.

Feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to reblog and like if you liked it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

Sebastian was sitting in front of the piano when you walked into the room. He had to practice because his new movie had some scenes where he had to play it. And him being the perfectionist he is, he wanted his hands to be in the right place when they filmed him. You adored him for his dedication, but right now he needed to take a break. He promised to be out half an hour ago.

"You have been in here for two hours, baby. You need to rest" he winced a little at your voice, too engrossed in his task to notice you standing at the doorway. He looked up from his hands which were on the keys, trying to get the sound right.

"Shit. It's been two hours?" he turned around to look at the clock and realized that it has - in fact - been two hours since he left his little practice corner he created for himself. "I'm sorry sweetheart" he looked at you apologetically. You just waved him off with a smile on your face. You weren't mad, you understood how important this was for him. But that didn't mean you weren't worried." Come here" he made grabby hands at you. He was already so cute in his green sweater and sweatpants, but then he had to act cute too. You couldn't stop the smile from widening on your face.

"You are adorable" you told him as you walked closer to him. Standing between his legs, his arms circled around your waist and pulled you closer. He hid his face in your stomach and blew a raspberry. You squeled and tried to push him away by his shoulders, but he was stronger. You threw your head back and let out a loud laugh. You were so ticklish, especially on your stomach. Sebastian knew that and used that knowledge against you regularly.

"What did you call me?" he teased and went back to his assault.

"S-stop i-it" you continued laughing, unable to escape his hold."I-i'm sorry-y" your laugh quieted down as he stopped. You breaths came out heavy, trying to calm down. He looked at you with love filled eyes. You stared down at him for a second, still standing between his legs as he was sitting. He pulled you down so your foreheads were touching and nuzzled you. The smile, that hadn't left your lips since you walked in, turned into a giggle. You scrunched your nose and pulled up you shoulders at the slight ticklish feeling. He pressed his lips to yours and pulled you into his lap. Your legs were on either side of him. His hands came up to your upper back as he pushed you closer to him. Your lips opened in a sigh and he used the opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Your arms rested on his shoulders and you pulled your fingers together in a fist. You grabbed his chin as he pulled away, breathing heavily. You just wanted to keep sitting in his lap and kissing him forever. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, unable to keep yourself away from him for longer than a few seconds.

He was your home, your safe place, your person. Your favorite person in the whole wide word. Someone you would do anything for. You've never felt like this for anyone before and you wanted to hold onto it, because it was the most phenomenal and uplifting feeling you've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Love would be the word, but you felt like it wasn't enough to describe what was happening between you.

You leaned back into him, pressing your mouth to his once again. Arms going around his neck, you pulled him to you as close as possibe. You grabbed the back of the chair as his hands went under your sweater. His touch on your bare back made you moan, which let him deepen the kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance, but you had to break away from him because of lack of air. Slowly dragging his hands along your spine he looked at you, face still so close your lips were touching.

"I love you" he whispered, almost as if he was afraid that he would break the moment if he spoke louder.

"I love you too" you whispered back, enjoying his closeness. His hands reached your ass and grasped it firmly. Letting out a gasp you leaned forward and kissed him again with a smile still on your lips. You pushed him back so his back was fully against the back of the chair, which you grabbed again for support. Giggling you pulled away to see his eyes still closed, enjoying the moment, so you just hugged him tightly. These moments were your favorite. When you could just be yourselves and not worry about anything. Being in his arms was the best place you could be and you intended to relish in every second of it.

He moved his hands to your waist, under the clothes you were wearing and hugged you back just as thightly as you were holding him. He pressed his lips to your temple and kept them there. After a few breaths he brushed his lips along your face, down to your neck. He buried his face there, while your head was resting on his shoulder.

"My baby" you almost didn't hear him mumbling. Your heart swelled at his words, pressing a million small kisses to everywhere on his face. Chuckling he tilted his head back to give you space. You pressed one long kiss to his lips and moved away.

"You are still adorable tho" you quickly stood up and ran out with only your laughter left behind you as he ran after you.

Taglist: @rorysreallyrandom @jackiehollanderr @byatomoe

[aikoiya]

DP - Phantom Twins AU - Alternate Ending

Here's an AU to my AU. Instead of fleeing from the Disasteroid, Vlad is killed by it.

After completing her studies of ecto-biology in the Far Frozen & her degree in medicine & pharmacology at the University of Illinois College of Medicine at the Chicago Campus, Dina Fenton is asked by Clockwork to go back in time & fix something for him.

She's sent back to Vlad & her parents' college days to help Vlad through his transition into halfa-hood & to help him gain control of his powers. She wasn't allowed to prevent the accident, however.

Doing this would create an alternate timeline where the man would be a better person & wouldn't be killed. After accomplishing her mission, she would be brought back to the present.

She goes & applies to Wisconsin University's medical course under the name Diana Nightingale-Winchester, grumbling about how she'd have to do it all over again. At least this time it'd be easier.

She meets the trio & quickly inserts herself into their clique with her knowledge of ghosts, ecto-biology, & ectoplasmic chemistry.

She is able to largely curb a lot of Jack & Maddie's budding ectophobic prejudices by reminding them that all their knowledge is second hand, so it was unreliable at best. It'd be better if they waited until they actually saw a ghost before making any decisions on whether ghosts are sentient or evil or not. She does this by reminding them of the scientific method & the fact that it's always best to remain unbiased.

Dina makes friends with Vlad surprisingly easily, learning that they have several things in common.

Things like a love of classic literature (she prefers adventure fiction), chess (she used to play it with her Vlad, but hadn't gotten the chance to play since), food, baking, music (Dina has eclectic preferences, but little experience with the music available in the 60s, more preferring the 80s, so she follows the trio's queue until she gets her feet & is able to explore the musical scene herself; Dina plays good violin & Vlad plays great piano), debating, & plays (especially musical theater).

They get along very well because the young man doesn't yet have all the mental or emotional issues that he does in the future. She even learns by hanging out with the trio that she actually quite likes dancing & is rather good at it.

Dina actually finds him rather cute like this. However, for the most part, Vlad's affections remain on Maddie.

Dina helped with the creation of the proto-portal, all the while she was anxious about going through with it at all. She felt horrible that she was just gonna let this happen.

When the moment before eruption hour came, it took everything inside of her to keep herself from grabbing Vlad by the back of his lab coat & pulling him out of the way. If nothing else, she was able to catch Jack before he mistakenly used diet soda instead of the ecto-purifier.

If she couldn't stop it from happening altogether, the least she could do was make Vlad's recovery as easy as possible.

The portal was turned on & Vlad was hit. He still contracted ecto-acne. As soon as it was over, Dina had the man in her arms & was racing out the door to the campus nurse’s office as she yelled behind her for Maddie & Jack to call an ambulance.

Dina made sure to visit him often, frequently dragging Jack & Maddie away from their work to go with her. They would complain, but she was a master of guilt tripping, though she didn't often use this particular power of hers. She could be pretty manipulative when she wanted to be.

At one point, Dina's ghost sense was set off by one of Vlad's doctors & it wasn't very long before she discovered that it was Spectra & that the wraith was fostering negativity within the ailing college student.

After confronting & dispatching with the bitch, Dina quickly rose to the top of her class. She then used her influence as a star student doctor at the UW Health University Hospital slowly maneuvering herself so that she would eventually be placed on rotation for caring for Vlad. Then, upon finishing school, she landed a job there & was eventually able to become his head doctor.

Vlad was shocked by her sudden appearance & quickly humbled when he realized that she was putting in so much effort for him. This was the start of Vlad's shift in fixation, from Maddie to Dina.

With her expertise in ecto-biology, ecto-contamination, & experience having helped her parents create the 'cure' for ecto-acne, as well as having helped Sam & Tucker through their own ecto-acne induced halfa transitions, Dina was uniquely suited for the position. She was able to create a medicine that helped to mitigate the symptoms, but not cure it as she had yet to find one. The fact that his acne wasn’t further contaminated by a carbonated beverage also helped.

She also made it her goal to keep as many doctors from poking & prodding & cutting stuff out of him as if he were a science experiment as possible.

She became Vlad's rock during those 5-7 years & they grew closer as a result. The fact that she was never afraid of nor seemed distracted by his acne meant a lot to him. The woman never even flinched near him & at several points didn’t even seem bothered with the prospect of touching him like the other doctors & nurses were.

Inevitably, the acne spread until it reached his heart & he died as a result. Thinking quickly, Dina tried defibrillators to revive him, but they didn't work.

Finally, she switched to her Shocking Grasp in desperation & his heart restarted. Her ghost sense suddenly went off & looking down, she saw Vlad looking up at her in hazy wonderment with wide eyes, irises a glowing magenta. Then, they flickered back & forth to his usual royal blue before passing out.

Eventually, when Vlad began showing ghostly symptoms, he tried to hide it from her, but was unable to for very long.

It wasn't until he suddenly transformed that things changed. Unlike in the future, his skin remained flesh-colored, if a little paler, & his eyes were more normal looking with glowing magenta irises. No stupid-ass devil horn looking hair, either, thank God. Also, he was wearing a hospital gown that was light orange instead of the typical teal. (She silently added teaching him to relocate the extension of his ghostly aura that kept the hospital gown connected to him to the list of things she needed to teach him.)

Other than that, he was mostly the same as in the future at least physically. He didn't have fangs or pointy ears or claws though, but Dina knew that they would likely appear upon him reaching 'halfa puberty' as she & her brother called it. That's what happened with them anyway, though they personally got long, sharpened canines instead of just fangs, slitted pupils, a long, thick, tapering, prehensile tongue with a pointed tip, & retractable cat-like claws. They figure that the elf ears, teeth, pupils, & claws were just a common thing among halfas in-general.

The college student freaked the fuck out when it happened & started floating up uncontrollably toward the ceiling.

This was when Dina showed her hand, transforming & flying up to help him.

This also freaked the man out. He started to hyperventilate, but Dina was able to help him. She pulled him against her in an embrace, pulling him back down to the bed & explained things as she held him in her arms. (Not everything, mind. Just enough to satisfy him.)

Eventually, he pulled away to look at her & his cheeks flushed magenta at the sight of her: glowing peridot eyes with the barest aqua tint & glorious snowy white hair with a pearlescent sheen in the light that drifted around her like it was made of water.

She looked like an angel or a goddess.

He gulped & looked away, his chest fluttering with warmth.

After that, Vlad was cleared from the hospital, the initial transformation having gotten rid of the acne itself, but was surprisingly upset at the idea that he wouldn't be able to interact with Dina as often. In response, Dina laughed & said she'd still hang out with him, she had to teach him how to use his powers after all.

Dina helped him to learn to control them as best she could. Always patient with him. Teaching him everything she could remember his future self using, that she also just so happened to have herself.

With her help, he gained control of them much quicker than in the original timeline & would become stronger due to her pushing him to further better himself. Though, he'd never be as powerful as her because he wouldn't face nearly as many powerful opponents or obstacles as she & her brother did.

Eventually, Vlad presented as either an OA Omega or an AA Alpha & had his first heat/rut. He was in pain & his first instinct was to seek Dina out. With his permission, she helped him to 'relieve the pain.' This only furthered his fixation on her as he got a strange satisfaction from being so worn out by her.

That was also when he first saw her soul marks & quickly identified that one matched his own which had only appeared after he'd first transformed: a starry sky with a silvery full moon at its peak & a sea of red below.

After his first heat/rut, Vlad was taken aback by how Dina's scent changed. Before, it was like sea, tropical flowers, vanilla, lavender, & white orchid. Now, though, it also held the smell of red wine, ginger, passionfruit, Mexican dark chocolate, fire, red roses, & chrysanthemums. It was a lovely combination that brought to mind a relaxing vacation & soothed him immensely.

It was only later he realized that the new facet to her scent was actually his own on her.

This triggered a desire in him to always have her smell like that & he began subtly bumping into her & giving her his jacket to wear whenever he saw her. He didn't seem to realize it, but he was actually showing his interest in courting her by doing so.

At one point, they were sparring &, in the end, they were at each others throats. (She’d held back, of course.) Vlad, exhilarated by the adrenalin in his system, pulled Dina in for a kiss.

They made out for a while before Vlad realized what he'd done & pulled off her, turning away in embarrassment, face flushed magenta. Ashamed by his actions & the half-raised tent in his pants. "I'm sorry! I'm just... I didn't mean-!"

Dina's heart beat fast, not having really considered this possibility. "I... It's okay. You just got worked up or something."

That rubbed Vlad the wrong way. Thinking about it, he realized something. Turning to look at the woman. "No. I think I love you."

Spooked, Dina was silent for a moment. "You can't. Not right now."

Starting, Vlad demanded, "What? Why!? Do you not like me like that?"

Taking a moment, Dina realized that that wasn’t the problem. “No, it’s not that I don’t like you so much as it isn’t the right time yet.”

Disheartened, yet somehow also relieved that she wasn’t outright rejecting him. "When will it be time?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Dina saw the silhouette of a familiar timekeeper.

Biting her lip, Dina gave him the exact date that she left her time. "After that, ask me again the next time you see me."

Vlad grew distressed, “But that’s so long. 30 years?”

Solemnly, she took his hand, “It has to be this way.”

That night, Dina returned to her time & when she got home, she was greeted by Vlad Masters. Alive & kicking. Though, he wasn't dressed as expensively as he used to when she first met him. He was actually dressed pretty normally.

He had with him a bouquet of irises (she smiled knowing he remembered her favorite flower) & when he saw her, he flushed holding them out to her with a timid smile. "Is it time now?"

Dina gave him a lopsided grin, taking the irises from his hand. "I suppose it is."

Then, they lived happily ever after... For the most part. They’ve still got her family to contend with.

---

I don't think that this new Vlad would become a hero or a saint. No, I mean, he's still Vlad after all. He, by nature, is a selfish, greedy, power hungry man.

So, while he might've tried to be a better person, I don't think he'd necessarily be a good person either. At least, not without Dina's direct influence. Definitely not a hero anyway.

He'll likely get better after she returns to her time & meets up with the new Present Vlad to start up an official relationship.

I feel like this new Vlad wouldn't have associated much with either Maddie or Jack due to how they wouldn't put much effort into contacting him themselves. Not after Dina literally had to guilt trip them into visiting him in the hospital. They wouldn't be doing it maliciously, but I do theorize that they might be neurodivergent & have object permanence problems, so without Dina there to remind them that they have a friend, they'd just sorta forget that he exists when he isn't in front of them. This would've caused Vlad to feel somewhat bitter but nowhere nearly as much as he is in canon.

As such, Vlad would've still only have met the Fenton kids at the reunion, though this time it wouldn't be a plot against Jack to get Maddie.

He'd wear more clothes than just suits too, because he wouldn't feel as much of a need to show off.

When he first sees the Dina of this new timeline, he's taken aback. (He calls the Dina he remembers 'Dina' because he hadn't been so formal when they met. He also refuses to call this small Dina, Dina because of a certain disconnect he feels between the 2.) Though younger than his Dina, they looked very alike. He'd spend the visit socializing with the young Dina, trying to subtly figure out her deal.

He soon realizes that this was Dina, but not his Dina. Vlad reveals himself as a halfa to her, who almost immediately tells Danny, & the elder halfa offers to train them. No strings attached this time. As such, they have no reason not to accept, so the twins do.

This alters the timeline quite a bit. (Also, Dina's initial crush on him specifically isn't killed this time around & instead flourishes. This causes an entirely different conflict of it's own.) Sure, most of the events of canon do take place still, but with different catalysts & reasons behind them.

Like, Reign Storm still happens but either Pariah is released by supporters of his or Vlad is still the one behind it as he still desires power, but he never intended it to get as bad as it did & due to his Dina & the twins’ influence on him, he helps them from the very beginning. I'm debating which twin beats Pariah this time around. Either way, it's one of the twins. That, or it's a Phantom Fusion AU & they both do, technically.

The Vortex thing wouldn't be his doing, it'd be a result of something else. I'm contemplating the creation of a sect within the Ghost Zone that worships or is at least dedicated to creating chaos & mayhem. They'd end up becoming the catalysts of a number of the things that Vlad had done in the old timeline.

Stuff like that.

At the same time, some episodes wouldn't even exist in the same way. Like Ultimate Enemy. In this, because Vlad is less of a fruitloop, Dan would be a much more emotionally complicated person. Yes, he'd be angry at the world & estranged from his sister, but not so much murderous. Phantom still gets separated from his human half, but Phantom doesn't separate Plasmius from Vlad. Instead, it quickly becomes evident that it's not a good thing for halfas to remain separated for long because not only does it result in emotional & behavioral problems, but also health ones.

Fenton came out chronically depressed & a coward, while Phantom came out angry & angsty. It becomes apparent that if Fenton & Phantom aren't put back together, they will both die. However, Phantom is very angry with Fenton & is reluctant to fuse back together because he feels betrayed.

Eventually, they're forced to re-fuse, but the resulting Danny is a combination of both sides' enhanced issues & seems almost ill-fitted together. He takes the name Dan because he no longer feels like himself anymore.

This Dan looks different from the Dan of canon. Though his skin is also blue, it's paler. Almost white with the barest tinge of blue, like ice. His hair, because he isn't fused with Plasmius, isn't on fire & more resembles the smoke that comes off of dry ice, so it doesn't rise like a candle on top of his head, rather it falls & gives him a more contained, slicked back look. It also sparkles slightly when the light catches it, similar to freshly fallen snow. He also doesn't have a widow's peak. His eyes are peridot green with slitted pupils, he has a long, thick, tapering, prehensile tongue that ends in a point, & instead of fangs (top row of teeth only), he has long, sharp canines (both top, which are called fangs too, & bottom rows of teeth). His canines are very pronounced. (When he's angry, another, longer pair of fangs slide out in front of the first & the rest of his teeth sharpen too until they're not dissimilar to the inside of a wolf's mouth.) His ears are pointed & he has retractable cat-like claws.

Because he was divided for a time, Phantom was too weak to keep the town safe on his own, so he & Dina had to switch roles for a while, but he was nowhere near as good at being a medic as her. Terror reigned down on Amity. Then, when the heavier hitters came around, such as Undergrowth & Vortex, things happened. For instance, when Vortex was released by the Cult of Chaos, Dina instead dodged, so she didn't get Vortex's weather powers. As a result, when he came back from his country road trip, he beat the twins again. He would then get bored & leave again to continue his reign of terror over the world. And the twins were unable to pursue him because they had to protect Amity. Sure, they tried, but Vortex always escaped.

Then, because of his division, Dan's core didn't develop enough to get it's element yet. So, when Undergrowth appeared, they had no means to beat him. The twins did manage to run him off, but that meant that he too became someone else's problem.

It wasn't until Phantom & Fenton fused back together & Dan developed his ice powers that they were able to go out & actually defeat Undergrowth & Vortex. But by that point, a large portion of the human population was killed.

He dated Valerie for a while, but his personal & emotional problems got in the way of a real relationship with her. Eventually, Dan himself goes to Clockwork's & uses the portal to go back in time to warn his past self not to cheat on the CAT, despite knowing that it'd cause him to be separated from time & never be able to see his own sister again. He becomes an infrequent part of the show, sometimes helps the team, & teaches Danny some of what he knows as of their powers.

However, something about this made it so that the Plant Queen Sam alternate timeline had a Sam who went crazy with grief instead of became a hero. She became the canon Dan of her timeline & destroyed practically the whole world.

So, when Clockwork eventually merged Dan's & Queen Sam's timelines, Dan was the one who had to bring Sam back to herself. Because this Dan had access to cryomancy, he was able to one-up her in every fight so long as he avoided her blood blossoms enough to use ice magic to freeze them.

Also, because of his more stable mental state & lack of desire for Danny & Dina to be his perfect half-ghost children, Vlad wouldn't clone either of them & thus there'd be no Dani as a result. At the same time, Danny & Sam's first child would end up being a girl with Dani's soul. So, she still exists on some level.

Anyway, Vlad & this young Dina would be much closer. Though, Vlad would try to keep his distance for obvious reasons. Especially upon realizing that the girl had a crush on him.

He may want his Dina back, but he wasn't about to take advantage of this young girl because of it.

A few years before the date that his Dina gave him, the Dina that grew up as his protege disappears & it causes him to get worried. Then, the date came & went. He could almost feel it when she returned & it drove him to buy the woman her favorite flowers. Like he hoped, she returned to her home that evening & Vlad could just tell there was something both distinctly different & very familiar about this Dina in a way that made his heart flutter in his chest. He gave her the irises & asked her if it was time now & she took them with that familiar smile, confirming that she supposed it was time.

Over their next few weeks together, Dina began to slowly gain memories of living in this new timeline along with her original one.

It was like the 2 Dinas merged.

Phantom Twins AU Masterlist

[cjsinkythoughts]

Ocean Eyes, Cherry Lips, Ivory Keys

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2747

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol, I think that’s all

A/N: This is a headcanon I’ve had for a while that I’ve been wanting to write about 40s!Bucky, pre-War. I kinda want to write a series about it, so that might happen. For now, enjoy this little tidbit I’ve written, with the prompt of Occasion for HBC’s Lucky in Love Day 18! (This isn’t beta’d so please excuse mistakes.)

He’s something of a celebrity. A living legend. A God amongst humans. Starting as a kid in Brooklyn, his fanbase rapidly grew, expanding to Queens, Manhattan, even parts of New Jersey, just in the past few years.

You don’t get it. So what if he’s got cool blue eyes, soft chocolate hair, and a charming smile? Who cares if he’s got smooth moves and even smoother words? He’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. A talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him, but still just a man.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Most everyone knew his name, but there was a lot of mystery surrounding the actual character. 

You just don’t see what all the fuss is about. You’ve never personally met him, or even seen him, but you know people who have. Your friend’s cousin even claims to have danced with him once. Not that that would be hard. You hear he’s never danced with the same bird twice, and, considering most start dancing in their teenage years, that’s a lot of dames.

It’s not that you’re not curious about him - if he’s actually as dashing as they say - but you’re not about to stop your life for him like some of your friends. They’re obsessed with getting his attention. With seeing if they’d be the one. The one to finally chain him down and tame him. The one he’d go steady with.

It feels like that’s all you ever talk about anymore. It was amusing at first, but now it’s just getting annoying. It’s been three years since that day in March of 1938, when your roommate ran into your room, plopping down onto your bed, before ranting and raving about the new ocean eyed piano player at her favorite bar. And since then, he’s been in your life without actually being in your life.

Speaking of, here you are. Listening to Lucy, MaryAnne, and Jean gushing over the man, trying to enjoy your milkshake.

“I heard from Sally that Thomas said that he knew the brother of one of his friend’s in high school!”

“That can’t be true! I heard from Billy, who heard from Martha, who was told by Ben, that he only had, like, one friend in high school.”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way a man like that had only one friend.”

“I hear he does boxing and that’s why he’s got a body sculpted like a Greek God.”

“Oh my God! MaryAnne!”

You rub your temples, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as the three burst into fits of giggles. If you have to hear one more word about-

“I heard he’s going to be playing at Georgie’s on Friday!”

Gasps echoed around the table. “No way! Georgie’s?”

You raise an eyebrow, this actually intriguing you. Georgie’s is a popular little hole in the wall, on the edge of being a speakeasy, which doubles as a pub and a dance hall in Brooklyn. It’s one of the best hang outs for kids like you and your girls, but it isn’t very high class. Maybe that’s why it’s one of the best. “Isn’t Georgie’s a little…cheap for him? He’s been playing at the best bars and restaurants for a while now.”

“It’s a classic in Brooklyn. Near his home, probably.”

“Do you think he lives near there?!”

“Ooo! Maybe we could find out!’

You scoff. “That,” gesturing to Lucy with your glass, you take a sip of your milkshake. “Is called stalking, my friend.”

Jean waves towards you dismissively. “I think he lives near Tin Pan Alley. That’s where he plays the most, after all. Georgie’s was probably just an old hang out for him and his pals.”

“Wait, wait,” you shake your head, a thought popping into your head. You turn to Lucy, confused. “How’d you find out he’s playing at Georgie’s anyways? Isn’t part of his whole act not telling anyone where he’s playing?”

Giving you a smirk and a wink, Lucy shrugs. “I’ve got my connections.”

You roll your eyes again, turning your attention back to your milkshake. “So?!” MaryAnne squealed. “We’re going on Friday, right?”

“Hell yes!”

“Absolutely!”

“Not.” You mumble, causing the other three to stare at you incredulously.

“Not?!”

“I’m not wasting my Friday night going to see some fella you all have a crush on. Especially when he might not even be there.”

Your friends groan, exchanging glances. “And what’re you gonna do?” Jean crossed her arms with a pointed look on her face. “Sit down and read a book like you always do?”

You huff. “I like reading, sue me. I don’t get a lot of time to myself. You know that new girl’s been gumming up the works and I’ve had to stay late to fix her mistakes all week.”

“This is exactly what you need, then! Come out, have a drink, jive a little-”

You look up at that, an amused kind of smirk on your lips. “Jive? Me and my clumsy ass?”

You all laugh. “Okay, so maybe not dance, but c’mon! It’ll be snazzy, you’ll see!”

“Fine, fine.” Standing up with a sigh, you collect your things, smoothing down your dress with your hands. “I’ve gotta scram.”

“We’ll see you on Friday, right?”

You give a small smile, shooting them a wink. “I guess I can make it.”

***************

Friday comes a lot faster than you anticipate. You dress up; a navy blue dress going to your knees with white, heart shaped buttons and a bow around the waist. The shoes you’re wearing are your nice black and white Mary Janes. Lips painted deep red, and hair pinned back in loose curls, you glance over yourself in a mirror. You’ll admit; you look damn good. You don’t wanna go, but you might as well try to have some fun since you are.

It’s a cool evening, early May meaning the summer humidity hasn’t hit just yet. You didn’t even think about bringing a coat, but you start to regret the decision as you start walking. MaryAnne, who you actually room with, already left, being way too excited to stay put.

It doesn’t take you long - you live on the border of Queens and Brooklyn - but your feet are more sore than you’d like when you arrive.

“I knew you’d come!” Lucy grins, coming up besides you and linking her arm in yours. MaryAnne comes up on your other side and does the same to your free arm.

“Where’s Jean?”

“Where do you think? She already found a Joe to swing with.”

You laugh. “Of course she has! So is your dreamboat here?”

The grins that are immediately on their faces answer your question and they quickly drag you inside.

It’s hot and crowded and dim. Skirts with their beaus, guys with their broads, swinging and dancing to the lively music of the band on stage. Smoke from cigarettes, pipes, and cigars is evident in the air as they neared the bar portion of the building, mixing with the boisterous sound of laughter and chatter.

“Everyone’s talking about it! He’s here, but he hasn’t played yet. We’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of him, but we think he’s in a back room.” The dramatic sigh MaryAnne gives makes you laugh a little.

“Okay, khaki whackies. Let’s get a drink.”

You, just as you thought would happen tonight, are left alone at the bar by your friends who quickly found partners to dance with. A few men asked you, but you have never been a good dancer.

You’re lost in thought, running a finger gently around the rim of your cup, when a voice sounded besides you, pulling you out of your thoughts, a slight rasp to the otherwise mellifluous voice.

“You gonna drink that, doll, or just stare at it all night?”

You raise an eyebrow at the jest, turning your head, only to have your breath hitch. What a specimen. Ocean blue eyes, fluffy brown curls, cherry pink lips. A white dress shirt is pulled over his broad chest, gray dress pants hugging thick thighs, matching suit jacket across wide shoulders. He has a blue, black, and white plaid tie around his neck and you can see the edges of his blue suspenders under his blazer. He’s put together, but it’s nothing special, a normal Sunday best suit, that much you can tell.

“Uh, not all night.” You look back to the drink, before looking at the clock with a hum, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe another hour.”

He chuckles, gesturing for the bartender. “Tell me this, sweetheart. What is a beautiful dame like yourself doin’ drinking alone?”

“I’m not very good on my feet, I’m afraid.” You laugh nervously, taking a sip of your drink.

“Don’t come here often, then?”

“Only for special occasions.”

“What’s the special occasion this evenin’, sugar?”

You shrug. “My friends dragged me here. They’re practically in love with this guy who’s supposedly playing the piano tonight. James Barnes. Have you ever heard of him?”

He chuckles, a grin pulling his lips upwards. “Yeah. Yeah I’ve heard of ‘im. Not a big fan yourself?”

“I’m sure he’s fine. I just don’t understand the fascination with him. Let the man be.”

“I agree.” He hums with a nod, grabbing the glass of whiskey the bartender set in front of him. “I actually know him.”

“Really?” You look at him in interest.

He tilts his head with a smile towards you that makes you melt. “Yeah. He feels the same. He just likes playin’. That’s all. He didn’t want all the attention. He gets enough without that.”

You raise an eyebrow, finishing off your drink. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m Bucky by the way.”

You eye his hand, grabbing it after a second, letting him bring your knuckles to his lips. “Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, mama.” He shifts his body more towards you, running a hand through his hair. “You said you ain’t fond of dancin’?”

Shaking your head, you quickly defend yourself, “no, no. I like dancing. I’m just not very good. Got two left feet.”

He smirks, tongue poking out to run over those plump lips of his. “Well, with the right partner, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Are you asking me to dance, Bucky?”

“Not if you’re gonna say no.” He responds with a toothy grin, leaning his elbows on his knees.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m afraid tonight’s not your night, pal. I just can’t seem to get myself in the mood.”

He hums, leaning back. “Is it the music? Too fast for you?”

“I wouldn’t mind if they slowed it down some, I suppose.”

He smiles cheekily. “I can help with that. Hold on.”

You grin at him, nodding. “I’ll be here.”

Watching him stand and make his way over to the stage, you quirk an eyebrow. He seems to know the band well, if the handshakes and the claps on the back have anything to say about it. He says something to the lead, who nods with a grin, shooting him a wink. Bucky laughs, but you can see a tint of pink dusting his cheeks, making you wonder what they were saying.

He makes his way back over as the band shifts tones, the animated swing changing to a slow jazzy number. Bucky beams at you, holding out his hand as he approaches. “Care to dance?”

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes, but taking his hand anyways. “How’d you do that? Do you work here?’

“Uh…somethin’ like that.” He states vaguely, leading you to the dance floor with the other swaying couples. Pulling you as close as appropriate, his hands resting politely on your waist, he starts moving you side to side. 

“That’s not ominous.” You place your hands on his shoulders, following his lead as you stare at your feet.

He chuckles, hooking a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “I’ve gotcha, doll. I won’t let you fall.”

“I’m going to step on your feet.” You explain.

“Nah. You’re doin’ great. You just need to get outta your head. Relax a little. Tell me something about yourself.”

You hum. “Like what?”

“Anything.”

“Uh, okay…I have a roommate who is one of the girls who begged me to come, I’m a secretary - I know, boring - and…I dunno. I like reading.”

His eyes lighten at this. “Reading? Whaddya like to read?”

“Different things. Depends on my mood. I’m re-reading The Hobbit for, like, the twentieth time right now.”

“I love The Hobbit.” Bucky grins, making you smile back. “I read it almost as soon as it came out.”

“Me too! I was planning on reading it tonight but,” you gesture around. “Here I am.”

Bucky lips pull up softly, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer. “Well, as much as I love that book, I’m glad you came out tonight.”

Giving him a little tease, you tap your chin thoughtfully. “Eh…I think I’d rather be at home.”

He pinches your side gently, making you squeal and squirm. “That hurt, sugar. That physically hurt me. C’mon, mama, your gonna say you aren’t havin’ a good time?”

“I just met you ten minutes ago.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you think we’re movin’ too fast, I won’t introduce you to my folks just yet.”

You laugh, blinking up at him. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Buck.”

The two of you rock for a little while longer, before the band stops, announcing they’re taking a break and a special guest is going to play a little something.

“Maybe James Barnes is here.” You say, a bit of intrigue lacing your tone, trying to see through the crowds of people who started gathering around the stage to catch a glimpse of the charming pianist. “I see why he would be over the attention.”

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs, almost sadly, giving you an apologetic look. “Listen, I’ve gotta go work for a bit, but I’ll be right back.”

You smirk. “So you do work here?”

“Um…kinda. You’ll see.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, but he’s kissing your knuckles and walking away. You frown, but can’t think more on it when three young women are on you, babbling about their dates.

“Who were you dancing with, Y/N? He was cute!”

You roll your eyes, feeling yourself heat up, and not because of the many bodies in the vicinity. “Just…some guy.”

“C’mon, c’mon! We’ve gotta get a good spot to actually see him!”

You huff, letting the drag you through the crowd, shoving their way towards the front just as a familiar deep voice spoke. 

“Thanks for comin’ out, everyone. I hope your havin’ a good night. Let’s get this hop started, yeah?”

Your eyes widen when you finally catch sight of the man sitting at the piano with a polite smile on his features. He catches your eye and shoots you a wink, before his fingers start flying over the keys. The beam that he gets while tickling the gleaming ivories, his azure eyes lighting up, and you can’t fight the smile you get. He looks so relaxed, so invigorated, that it makes you happy just watching him.

“Oh my God! Weren’t you dancing with him?!” Lucy shook your shoulder obnoxiously, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, mesmerized with the way he played like it’s the only thing he wanted to do with his life. Which, as you remember his words, ‘he just likes playin’. That’s all.’ you figure it is the only thing he wanted to do with his life.

You just danced with James Barnes…and he’s just as perfect as everyone says.

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it, your friends jumping around you, trying to get every little detail of him from you, when your heart skips a beat and your brain malfunctions. Bucky had started up another song, slower and more intimate, and he’s looking right at you. 

You find yourself doing something you never thought you would; you’re swooning over James Barnes, smiling like an idiot, heat blooming up your neck and flaming your face. And yes, he’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. But he’s a talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him.

And now that includes you.

[gwynrielendgame]

Gwynriel antics

Okay writing from Mor’s perspective is actually kind of difficult. There is enough ambiguity around Mor’s sexuality in the series that I try to veer away from her perspective to avoid potentially problematic content. I do think that Mor would struggle when Azriel finds his mate/significant other because he’ll no longer be paying her much attention. At least not in the way she’s used to. Anyways enjoy

The first thing Mor noticed as she entered the living room was that Azriel was in a bad mood. He was brooding, more so than normal while standing in the far corner of the room by the piano. The only person brave enough to engage him in conversation was Nesta, who looked as bitchy as usual. Mor considered consoling him, but reconsidered as his shadows seemed restless. She would never admit it to him, though she presumed he might already know, but his shadows unnerved her. They would never hurt her, but something about them reminded her of the Court of Nightmares. She felt guilty and like a bad friend. The only thought that could console her was the knowledge that no one would be able to get him out of this mood. Nesta may be brave enough to face the mood head on; however, she would never be enough to pull him out of his own mind. It had always bothered Mor that nothing she could do or say would make him feel better.

"How was you trip?" Elain asked sweetly from the couch. Her frilly, pink dress made Elain's beauty less intimidating and more approachable.

She often wondered if that was on purpose. She was the complete opposite from Mor in every way, yet Mor felt grateful to her. Grateful that she had caught and kept, at least partially, the attention of the Shadowsinger. A jealous part of Mor was glad that Elain could not, although she speculated that Elain did not want to either, pull him out of his mood. Mor sat across from Elain on the other couch, taking baby Nyx right from Feyre's lap. Feyre sent a small smile to Mor before returning to her conversation with Rhys. Her legs were tossed over his lap with their sides pressed firmly together. Mor suddenly ached for what they had. The publicity of it, the intimacy of it, and the comfort of it all was something she wanted so desperately, but felt so unattainable. Mor dropped a kiss on Nyx's forehead as he pulled at her hair before answering Elain.

"It was fine. Politics can be so dreadfully boring," she rolled her eyes as she said it. Elain nodded along as if she might understand even though they both knew she didn't. Mor bounced Nyx on her knee to keep him preoccupied.

"Do you know what is wrong?" She lowered her voice while nodding her head in the direction of Azriel. Even though he was behind her, Mor knew who Elain was referring to.

"Your guess is as good as mine." She replied with a shrug. It was almost impossible to tell. Rhysand felt the need to add in his two cents, annoyingly enough.

"Leave it be, Elain. He likes to be left alone when he's like this." Rhysand gave her a hard look that Mor did not understand. Seemingly Elain did because she turned away to stare at the fireplace with a blushing face.

"The party is officially here!" Cassian shouted as he burst through the double doors into the living room.

Gwyn and Emerie, who trailed in after Cassian, made a beeline for Nesta who was still standing next to Azriel. Not so much conversing, but standing in solidarity to their bad moods. Cassian dropped a kiss on Nesta's cheek which had Mor rolling her eyes. She would never understand what a good fae like Cassian ever saw in Nesta. Even at her best, she was miserable. Emerie eventually floated over to Mor.

"How was your trip?" She awkwardly played with the end of her braid as she stood towards the side of the couch. She was clearly struggling with where to sit now that Cassian and Nesta took up the rest of the couch Elain was sitting on.

"Peachy. Dealing with entitled males is my favorite way to spend my time." She said it in an ultra cheery voice as she held up Nyx closer to her face. She was hoping his tiny baby body would block her blush. No need to let the Illyrian female know that Mor was flustered by her attentions. Emerie sent her a brilliant smile.

"So just a normal Tuesday huh?" Mor smiled back at her before moving over. There was a small amount of space between Feyre and Mor, but Emerie's slender body could probably fit.

"Would you like to sit?" Mor motioned to the spot. Emerie hesitated for just a moment before accepting. Her side was smushed to Mor's. She would be lying if she said it didn't elicit a spark in her.

Quiet murmurings in the back of the room drew Mor's attention. As she turned around she saw the priestess, whose name was on the tip of her tongue, talking with Azriel. Brave girl is the only thought that flittered through her head. They both had serious expressions as they discussed something quietly. It was so quiet that even with her fae hearing, she could not make out what they were saying. Azriel's shadows were moving rapidly around him now, making him obvious instead of blending him in like they were meant to be doing. Mor realized that Gwyn was holding a dagger that Azriel was showing her how to handle. He corrected her arm position a few times and she practiced it. Surprisingly, the brooding expression was replaced with one of concentration. He was more focused on teaching her than with whatever he was upset with. Mor cocked her head to analyze the two further only to be called back to attention.

"Mor!" Cassian all but shouted.

"What? Yes?" She turned back to the circle she was part of to see Cassian looking at her expectantly.

"I asked you how your trip was? I haven't seen you since you have gotten back." Cassian tossed an arm around Nesta's shoulder who was in an animated conversation across the couches with Emerie about some book they had both read. Mor was distracted for a moment. What could Emerie see in Nesta as a friend?

"Same old, same old."

Elain moved to grab Nyx from Mor's lap before reclaiming her spot on the ruby colored couch. Without the baby as a buffer, Mor felt exactly how nice it was to have Emerie so close, even if she was paying more attention to Nesta than herself. Elain blew raspberries on Nyx's face when a sound caught Mor's attention once again.

"Cassian!" The priestess, whose name Mor finally remembered was Gwyn, called as she dragged Azriel by the hand to the center of the room. Mor could not stop her eyes from widening and it appeared Elain, Feyre, and Rhys couldn't either. Mor even thought she might have heard a small gasp from Elain. "Tell Azriel that I really managed to escape that knot earlier."

Gwyn's face was barely containing her excitement. When they finally stood next to the couches, Gwyn dropped his hand gently, but did not move away from him. Almost the entire room was raptured by the scene. Azriel's acceptance of her hand holding, the shadows that appeared to guard the redhead as they peered over her shoulders, and the disbelief on his face that took over from the brooding as Gwyn insisted that she accomplished her goal. Cassian laughed while shaking his head.

"She is telling the truth. She's quite crafty with those ropes." Cassian admitted. Azriel's face continued to show his disbelief as he turned his narrowed gaze to Nesta.

"If you don't believe her, I guess she'll have to show you tomorrow." Nesta shrugged. Azriel sent a look to Gwyn that Mor could not exactly decipher. It almost looked like admiration, but there was no way it could be that.

"Why wait?" Gwyn started pulling Azriel back to the doors. "I'll show you now." Azriel allowed Gwyn to tug him around like a rag-doll. Mor could not stop the giggle from escaping her lips.

"Gwyn!" Emerie whined. "You promised you would stay until we at least ate!"

"Don't let her leave, Azriel!" Nesta shrieked. "She's trying to escape. You are not as clever as you think little missy." Nesta sent one of her nastiest glares towards the two escapees. Shockingly, it only made Gwyn laugh. She turned to Azriel with a slight pout.

"Please? I know you want to see it." She taunted him.

It appeared that those in the room who had not been to training had missed quite the development because as Azriel threw his head back in laughter, Mor, Elain, Feyre, and Rhysand jaw's all dropped in shock. It appeared the priestess was able to accomplish something that none of them had been able to in all their years of knowing the Shadowsinger. She was able to retrieve him from his bad mood. The shadows that seemed so territorial over Gwyn, now rested calmly around the both of them. It surprised Mor how unaffected Gwyn was by them. The interaction was so shocking that none of them could look away.

"You can show me tomorrow." He replied quietly with a smirk. Gwyn sighed but returned to the center of the room.

"Fine, you guys win."

Nesta and Emerie beamed at each other. Even as others recuperated from the shock, Mor felt herself analyzing everything Azriel did after that. Every interaction he paid to the priestess and how that was different from his interactions with her and Elain. She paid attention to how often he laughed and how his shadows acted. All throughout dinner she tried to understand it. What Gwyn could do that Mor could not. She wanted to know for next time, so that it could be Mor that made him smile when he was upset instead of Gwyn. The ugly, jealousy feeling made no sense. But there was a part of her that did not want to share Azriel with anyone, but especially with Gwyn. It was odd how Mor did not feel the same way with Elain.

"What's wrong with your shadows?" Elain asked innocently.

It was the wrong question to ask. The neutral face he had been sporting shifted into a scowl and the shadows retreated altogether. Before he could say something, Gwyn spoke up.

"There's nothing wrong with them. They just want to play." She continued to push her food around on her plate.

"Play?" Rhysand asked with raised eyebrows. He sent a look to Az. An annoyed look, one that rarely ever showed, crossed Azriel's face.

"They are not playing." He enunciated the last word, seemingly for Gwyn's benefit. She simply rolled her eyes as if the Shadowsinger's annoyance was no skin off her back.

"You are just jealous because they like me better." She sent him a mischievous smile before humming a short tune. A traitorous shadow lunged for her. It stopped short and retreated when the tune stopped.

"Gwyn." He whined. Mor ended up choking on her food at the sound. She has never once heard the male whine for any reason. Everyone at the table sent her an amused stare except for Gwyn and Azriel who appeared to be stuck in some sort of staring competition.

"Really, you two? You're worse than Rhys and I were when we were nine." Cassian muttered.

"3 books for Azriel." Nesta piped up.

"Are you serious? No way." Emerie argued in an adorably annoyed way. "Gwyn all the way. You owe me 5 books anyways. I want new leathers."

Mor made certain to note that in the back of her head.

"What are they doing?" Elain asked. Cassian shook his head in amusement.

"Staring contest. First to blink loses."

"Why?" Elain looked amused. Actually the entire table looked amused at their antics.

"Because they are the two most stubborn Fae to have ever lived." Emerie said with a smile.

The table went extremely silent as they watched the two battle it out. Mor was intrigued to see who would win. A thud under the table was the only sound to be heard.

"No playing dirty." Azriel said without so much as an inclination that he had just been kicked.

"You pulled my hair last time."

"Because you threw a dagger at me the time before. I'd say mine was much milder."

Rhysand laughed a loud and hearty laugh that caused the two of them to blink at the exact same time. Nyx clapped his hands at the excitement.

"Hey!" Gwyn and Azriel yelled simultaneously.

"Dammit." Emerie muttered.

"I'm claiming that win." Gwyn announced with a smug smile.

"Of course you are." Az sent her a glare, but there was no malice behind it.

He did not correct her though, allowing her to claim the win. It was then and there that it hit Mor.

Azriel likes Gwyn.

He isn't in love with her. He isn't pining after her. Mor isn't even sure if he knows it himself yet. But Mor knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he likes the priestess. The slithering jealous feeling only increased tenfold. She sighed heavily. What was wrong with her? She should be happy for her friend.

Shouldn't she?