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cyberhughes · 2 months ago

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REVOLVE #𝒄.𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ𐙚 summary you and connor were like the sun and the moon, one shining brightly while the other donned a shadow.

warnings nothing just angst wc 1k

note requested for my 500 celly<3 this was heavily inspired by "in my room" by julia wolf my #1 song for rainy days. i'm always talking about yearning final boss but guys THIS is it...anyways i hope you enjoy this one made me wanna bash my head in lol i'm really trying to improve in my descriptions and trying to make every word intentional

connor bedard was the kind of boy you'd notice before he even walked into the room. kind, effortless, golden. the captain of your schools hockey team who had a future brighter than his crooked smile, an A always gracing the corner of his papers even when he'd rush and barely hand them in on time. girls flocked to him like moths to a spotlight, charmed by his ability to remember any face with a smile. he never chased attention, it followed him like it didn't know how to exist elsewhere. connor was the kind of boy people would orbit, like he had a gravity that'd pull the whole world in.

you were the opposite. quiet, thoughtful, easy to miss. it's not like you were unpopular; just invisible by choice. but that was the way you liked it. comfortable in sitting in the front row in class, actually having to try hard to get good grades. you were content with being a wallflower; you didn't want the spotlight, it was too loud, too bright.

yet somehow, you and connor work. no one really gets it, to be frank you don't either, really. how could connor be so close with someone like you? you've heard the whispers and assumptions. but they don't see the late night phone calls, the way he always saves a seat for you even though there's thirty people crowding him. they don't hear how his voice softens when he talks to you. you were the steady beat to all the noise in his life—the quiet he never realized he needed.

and that was just it.

you were always a constant for him, he needed you more than he realized. when the pressure got to be too much, when his relationships failed, when he needed silence; it was you.

but you? you didn't get an escape from anything, loving him gave you nothing but silence in return and a front row seat to a life that would never be yours.

all of your time goes to watching him shine so bright that you forget what it's like to be looked at. it was embarrassing how you craved his attention, how you yearned to be seen in the same way that you see him.

but whenever he'd ask you with soft eyes and a gentle voice, "are you okay?" you'd have to tell him that you're fine. maybe you didn't want to burden him and scare him away; because who were you without him?

you don't need—want—the world to notice you.

you just want him to.

you had gone to every single one of his games, and yesterday was no exception. it was the finals, and your voice had gone raw from how loud you were cheering for him from the sidelines just like you always did.

you watched the way the whole team gravitated towards him after he shot the overtime winning goal, his smile brighter than you had ever seen before.

you sat on a bench waiting for him outside the change rooms, twiddling your fingers in boredom as you waited to congratulate him.

your head turned when you heard him. "alright, see you guys in a bit." an easy grin on his face with his bag slung over his shoulder and stick in hand.

his eyes twinkled when he saw you.

"i knew you'd come, couldn't have done it without you." he said as you stepped into his hug, heart still full with pride and excitement. though you weren't really sure if he meant it—if he really couldn't have done it without you.

him and the team were planning to go out for dinner to celebrate, so the two of you sat in your car for a bit to catch up until the moment would take him away from you.

"so uh..." you started, glancing at him as he typed something into his phone. "you're still coming tomorrow right?" you asked and his head turned to you before his eyes did, a distracted "hm?" slipping out

"tomorrow," you reaffirmed, "you said you'd come." you had a scholarship interview and connor had agreed last week that he'd help you practice, talk you through it, calm your nerves.

"oh yeah," he smiled gently, "of course i'll be there."

you nodded, not saying anything more.

you wish you hadn't believed him yesterday.

it was 3:08, your interview at 3:30. you sat on a bench outside the school, fingers fidgeting with the hems of your sweater as you tried not to look like you were waiting for someone, when that was exactly what you were doing.

the sun was a little too bright, the collar of your shirt too tight.

it was 3:20.

you finally stood up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and walking into the school. you can't even feel sad, you'd just have to go through another thing alone.

the interview had gone well, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you walked out the doors. you glanced at your phone to see a text from connor.

con🤓☝️ shit. i'm so so sorry y/n. i was with some of the guys, everything's been crazy since yesterday. i feel awful. did it go okay?

delivered 4:02pm

you didn't respond. what was there to say?

he spotted you the next day, approaching as you shoved some books into your locker, frustration prickling at your skin in the way they didn't quite fit.

"there she is!" he said with that same crooked smile.

"you forgot." your voice flat as you took one of your books out, giving up on trying to make it fit.

his smile faltered. "i know. i said i was sorry-"

"i don't need sorry, connor. i needed you." your words caught him off guard and you can see it in his face. the way his features flinched, caught somewhere between guilt, confusion and maybe something like regret.

"i was there for you," your heartbeat increased, you hated confrontation. "at your game, at every game. whenever you need anything, i'm there."

"i know," he whispered. "you always are."

"so when is it my turn?" your scoffed, voice tired. "you forgot, you always forget."

he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. no excuses, no promises. just silence.

his stomach twists at the way your eyes become glossy and your brows scrunch as you say, "you only notice me when i'm gone," you murmur.

you turned away. "and that's the problem."

because since when did the sun ever revolve around anything?

©cyberhughes; do not copy, translate or repost my work without permission.

#˗ˏˋ 500 celly ˎˊ˗#connor bedard #connor bedard fic #connor bedard imagine #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard angst #cb98 #chicago blackhawks #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl angst

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wwaheoh · 11 months ago

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maid x master are overrated booo tomato tomato /hj

i want more maid x maid wlw cuz i think they're cute :3

well since we talking about maid here can i request alexandrina x shy fem junior/trainee maid, for short rina teach y/n proper etiquette as they spend time together they start flirting or something like that (y/n working for months so they know each other a bit)

sorry man I can't write good prompt :(

anyways get enough sleep, sleep good you deserve it

"The One in Which You and a Ghost Lady Fall in Love” Alexandrina Sebastiane x gnReader

a/n: decided to do gender neutral rather than female, hope you don’t mind! but feel free to change the pronouns and such in your head!

a/n²: ironically pretty bad at writing a relationship that doesn't end in tragedy

As the newest addition of Victoria Housekeeping, you had to undergo various types of training- as expected. Ranging from household cleaning to taking down Ethereals in a fast and professional manner. Honestly you sorta expected it- even having been warned as you applied for the position about the additional forms of work Victoria Housekeeping did.

Though to be honest, it was pretty fun, being given training and permission to let go and duke it out with enemies whenever the need arose. The problem was the whole ‘interacting with clients’, it was really hard not to tremble or cringe while talking, feeling as though you were embarrassing Mister Lycaon and the rest of Victoria Housekeeping just by existing.

So, you had been given more training in customer relations, with your main teacher being Miss Sebastiane- though she preferred you call her Miss Rina. She was your senior, a woman with a serene gracefulness, kind and gentle- yet not afraid to put pressure on clients who got too handsy or Ethereals that entered the property they were hired to keep. She was so kind, strong, gentle, firm, a smile that made you at ease and inspired you to keep pushing away from the mental barrier of interacting with clients. Beautiful, with soft hair framing her mature face, eyes of ruby that kept you mesmerized…

Then those eyes blinked.

Today Miss Rina had been teaching you how to dance, a semi-often requested service. For when a client didn’t have a partner- either through choice or circumstance, they would call on Victoria Housekeeping to be their partner. It happened more often than one would think.

Yet as she lead you through the steps, you had become transfixed on the older lady, still mirroring her but losing yourself in her. Something she noticed as you lost your usual unsureness, steps becoming more loose rather than the high-strung nervousness you usually exhibited.

Truthfully she was very flattered, where people usually looked at her, it was with either lust or a passing by before turning to the other workers like Lycaon or Ellen. You looked at her with love, heart stolen by her. She had her eye on you for a bit, the cuteness of your bashfulness, how you aimed to do your best- much like Corin, yet fell flat at the more mental problems. You were cute yes, but also strong in your own way, a trait you shared with Corin as well. Always aiming to protect, eyes filled with warmth even when in stressful situations.

As the two of you finished your dance, she dipped you low, holding you steady, gaze looking deep back at you.

Words escaped you, “Would you grant me the honor of going to dinner with you?” You immediately slammed your palms to your mouth- leading you to fall and hit your bum on the ground. Internally you were panicking, doing everything you could to not look at Miss Rina, hoping you didn’t ruin the relationship between the two of you, having overstepped the bounds of the work-place.

Out of your view, she relaxed, sinking down and cupping your chin. Softly directing you to look at her, you followed, puddy in her hands. “Nothing would make me happier.” With her free hand she held you by the arm, pulling you up alongside her as she moved with the serenity of a flowing river. “Tonight at 8?” You nodded, not trusting your words to be able to convey what you wanted. There weren't any words possible to let her know what you felt.

The two of you danced once more, steps in sync.

#alexandrina sebastiane #alexandrina sebastiane x reader #miss rina #miss rina x reader #zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz x reader #zzz #rina x reader

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radio-fmm · 1 year ago

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Love recipe

Sanji x gardener!reader

fluff!!!!!!!! Stablished relationship, gn reader, from my gardener!reader series but can be read as a stand alone, I recommend this

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: In which you find Sanji’s cook notebook

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

An endless sea of boxes filled your room in the Sunny, when had you accumulated so much stuff in your time with the strawhats? You didn’t know

You were the kind to keep everything, even the tiniest things held so much memories and meaning that you just couldn’t leave them behind

But you were starting to regret it

A week ago you and Sanji had finally decided to tell the crew that you were dating

After being met with all of your crewmates groans of defeat as they handed a couple berries to Nami you realized maybe you were a little more obvious than you thought

Regardless they were happy and a little relieved that you two had finally settled down

“So is the dumb cook finally moving out? We are tired of you leaving every night to our quarters,” Zoro was quick to ask you looking dead in your bashful eyes, red blush rushing to your face

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Sanji screamed at the swordsman in your defense

As much as you tried to brush the matter off or deny the accusations everyone had witnessed how at very ungodly hours of the night you’d slip into Sanjis bed to sleep soundly and turning back to your own at sunrise thinking no one noticed

“OR you can move in with us!” Your Captain chimed in but his idea was immediately shot down by your boyfriend

So he moved in your room, something you were happy about but right now, as you choose what to keep, throw away or store in boxes to make space for Sanji, was giving you a huge headache.

You sat cross legged in the middle of your floor between boxes looking like cat in hiding as Sanji walked in with a couple of more boxes in hand, settling them on the ground glancing at your form and smiling in endearment

“Almost done my love” he spoke up making you bend backwards and smiling at him

“Let me get up and help you with the rest”

“Absolutely not” something about you even lifting a finger in his presence always made him shiver, there was no way he was gonna allow you carry his heavy boxes, he knew you were capable, he just didn’t wanted you to

It was the third time you had offered to help him so you just gave up and giggled before returning to your task as the blonde went back to make yet another trip from the boys quarters to your room

You let out a defeated sigh as you finally finished up choosing everything that you decided to get rid off. As you got up with the box you tripped over the others that surrounded you making you lose balance, in an attempt to save yourself from a nasty fall, one of Sanjis boxes opened and some of his belongings scattered across the floor

“Dammit” carefully you place your box aside as you hastily take your boyfriend’s personal stuff and return them into the box, not wanting Sanji to think you were snooping round his personal belongings

As you delicately put his box aside, a notebook lays on the ground that you seemed to have missed to put away, you take it but instead of storing it, your hands explore the markings on the cover

‘Sanjis cookbook’ it read in his neat handwriting, you smile to yourself before slowly opening it, the notebook was well loved and you didn’t wanted it to break apart at your touch. The pages were filled with different recipes the cook had came up with during the years, it was sweet how noticeable was the change in his notes when he joined the strawhats, suddenly more intricate and lively dishes appearing on its pages. It was obvious how much he enjoyed being the crews cook, this was a trait of him you always had loved and admired. The cook had created dishes, drinks and pastries inspired by every crew member, some just being fun experimental ones, while others attended to their nutritional needs

Some really tasty meat recipes made for Luffy

An orangy strong drink for Nami

Boring rice-balls with a hint of sake for Zoro

Coffee infused pastries for Robin

Chicken a lá Soda for Franky

Taroyaki for Usopp

Sweet cotton candy for Chopper

Curry for Brook

Some of them with your name on it eventually show up but were all about either your diet or changing some ingredients up in meals you didn’t quite like or would upset your stomach, even your favorite vegetable soup was in there with a marking on it with your name. Expectancy bubbled in your stomach as you waited for dishes made not for you, but inspired by you to appear, but as you kept on reading the pages of everyone’s meals except yours a frown plastered on your lips

“Oh” you thought, maybe you weren’t good enough to be Sanji’s muse. Of course you knew he loved you endlessly, he would assure you everyday and you’ll see it in different ways he had to tell you ‘I love you’ without even speaking it.

The way he would patiently show you how to cut ingredients in the kitchen so you could help him and spend quality time, or the names he’d call you that sweetened your days, how he would always be on your call and foot for whatever you wished or needed, the dreamy look you’d spark on his eyes and even just the full on attention he’d offer you, as if you were the only thing in the world

But still, one would think you’ll at least have one dish dedicated to you after all the love he exuded in your presence

As you gave up and started to close the notebook, you saw a page near the end with your name on it, making your eyes grow wide in joy. You open it to find not a dish, but a whole different section of the notebook just for you, the cook had even drawn tiny hearts after your name

Pink dusted your face and a bright smile grew on your lips as you admired the dishes Sanji had crafted with such love and dedication, recognizing some of them and even remembering how he had asked you to taste test them in the past. You were moved, over the moon wasn’t enough of an expression to understand how you were feeling, no one had ever shown this much appreciation for you, small tears peaked at the corner of your eyes of the fullness you felt. How could you ever return such a gesture? Such love declaration that you didn’t even were supposed to know about?

You return the notebook to its rightful place before standing back on your feet and taking your box towards the door that slowly opened revealing your tall blonde handsome of a boyfriend with the last box

“Sorry it took so long sunlight, Luffy asked me for another snack and I ha-“ he was cut off by the biggest warmest hug he had ever received in his life, dropping the box as your hands found a spot on his neck and your lips pecked his before hiding your face in his neck, your feet tip toeing so you could reach

The action took Sanji by surprise, making him blush and stand frozen in place at your sudden affection that he still found difficult to come around, always being used to be the more affectionate one until you showed up and made him know how much loved he deserved back

“Is everything alright my love?”

“Yes darling, everything’s amazing”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Omg they’re back I’m so happy!!!! Hope you enjoy and remember you can request anything you wanna see about these two or just anything One Piece related technically

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 1 year ago

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Welcome Home, Darling

Part of my Birthday Bash!

I decided to answer two requests with this one: "there's no need to rush - we have all night" & “Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.” with Roy Kent. Inspired by that scene in "Don't Worry Darling" (iykyk 👀)

Roy Kent x Reader

1.3k words

Warnings: Language, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

The only thing you liked about Roy having away matches was the moment he came home. Sometimes you got to join him on the road, but more often than not you had work or family obligations that kept you from sharing a hotel room with him. This, unfortunately, was another one of those times.

But you didn’t feel an ounce of disappointment today- because today was homecoming day. Any moment now, Roy would casually stroll through the door, duffel bag over his shoulder and a tired smile on his bearded face. You’d spent all day cleaning the house and making sure he came home to a freshly laundered bed, as well as prepping a meal of steak, potatoes, veggies, and homemade chocolate cake for dessert.

Of course, you also put on one of your prettiest little dresses and made yourself your most presentable, ready to greet Roy and lead him to the already set table.

You were just about to light the candles on the dining room table when you heard the sound of the front door opening with a thud.

“Roy!” you squealed. You set down the unused matches and all but ran to the front door, where Roy was dropping his duffel bag to the floor. Immediately, you were in his arms, a welcome feeling after what felt like an eternity apart. (It was really four days, but when you’re this in love, four days and eternity feel quite similar.)

“Hi babe,” he sighed into your hair. “Fucking missed you.”

You wriggled out of his grasp and took his hand so you could lead him to the dining room. “I missed you too,” you said over your shoulder. You giggled when you felt his free hand grab at your waist. “Dinner’s ready.”

Roy pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you when he caught sight of the set table. “Looks amazing,” he hummed, smacking a kiss to your cheek. “But I think I want something different for my first course.” While he spoke, his hands began to wander down your hips, around your front, until he started bunching up the skirt of your dress, exposing the front of your panties to his greedy fingertips.

“Roy Kent,” you giggled, turning around to face him. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

His eyes filled with heat as he walked you backward, not stopping until your ass was pressed against the dining room table. “I think,” he huffed while fiddling with the dampening material of your panties, “I’m having dessert before dinner.” He gripped your hips and lifted you onto the table with ease, smirking at your surprised little yelp. That smirk found your mouth at once, stealing a deep, lingering kiss that took your breath away.

Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him. You could feel his growing hardness against your core, helping you forget all about the meal you’d prepared. “Roy,” you whined. “Why don’t we skip dinner and go to the bedroom?”

To your surprise, Roy shook his head, his hand returning to your underwear as he growled into your mouth. “There's no need to rush - we have all night.”

With that, Roy removed himself from your lips and lowered himself to his knees, planting slow kisses down your body as he went. Neither of you seemed to notice the small crack of his knees; you were both too wrapped up in making up for the time apart. Roy groaned at the sight before him: your lacy little black panties on full display, the only thing separating him from what he really wanted.

“Fucking missed you,” he huffed before pressing a deep kiss to your clothed core.

Was he talking to you or your cunt? And did you fucking care?

Those rough fingertips dragged down your panties, letting them drop from your ankles to the floor. Immediately, Roy’s mouth was on your already pulsing cunt. He clutched your thighs with a bruising grip, forcing them apart.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he urged; who were you to deny your weary traveler what he wanted? “That’s it,” he groaned when you did as you were told. “Wider.”

Satisfied at the sight of your spread legs and exposed sex, Roy dove in. He lapped at your puffy lips like a starved man, moaning at the taste he’d been missing these last few days. Your hands gripped his curly hair, pressing his face further into yourself. When his tongue glided down your slit, your back arched off the table. He chuckled darkly at your reaction.

“You like that baby?” His hot breath had your walls clenching around nothing. He licked another stripe down your opening before his tongue dived in.

The moan you let out could only be described as filthy, the kind of moan you didn’t even know existed outside of absurd pornos before you met Roy. It was absolute music to his ears, along with the obscene sounds of his tongue exploring your wetness. He gripped your thighs tighter, wondering how dark the bruises he was surely leaving would be; he made a mental note to kiss your thighs later, to make up for his roughness. And, if he was lucky, those kisses would lead to another opportunity to wind up between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, Roy,” you whimpered as you fought the urge to squeeze your legs against his head. Instead, you rolled your hips, desperate for more of him. Your walls squeezed, wishing desperately that Roy’s tongue was something else. But Roy was right; there was a whole night ahead of you.

One of his hands left your thigh to instead rub harsh circles over your clit. Each drag had your body jerking, overwhelmed with Roy’s hands and tongue and lips and hot breath. He wanted one thing, and he knew he was going to get it.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxed, sweet and mocking. “I know you want to come for me.” He kissed your pussy lips as tenderly as he would your mouth. “Please, gorgeous. Gimme one orgasm and then you can have my cock, I promise. It’s already so fucking hard for you.”

Just the thought of Roy’s hard, throbbing cock was enough to have your eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure overcame you. Your whole body trembled as you moaned his name, a deep, desperate sound, just the way Roy liked.

He groaned against your soaked core and lapped up your juices. “That’s it, baby,” he growled into you. “Let go.”

Your vision went black for a moment as you felt yourself completely soak Roy’s tongue, his beard, the dining room table. It was like a dam had broken inside you, and lucky Roy got to drink every last drop. He slurped away, creating the most obscene sounds you’d ever heard in your life. Even after you began to come down from your orgasm, he kept going, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. It would have been painful if it didn’t feel so damn heavenly.

“Fuck,” he finally sighed, resting his cheek against your sticky thigh. “Fucking delicious.” He pressed a slow, affectionate kiss to your pussy lips, smirking when he felt your limp body twitch. “Aww, my poor girl looks tired.” He lightly stroked your hip with his fingertips. “Should we heat up this food and get you fed, or d’you want me to give you something else in the bedroom?”

You propped yourself on your elbows and glanced over your shoulder at the now-forgotten feast you prepared. With a ghost of a smile, you looked back at Roy and his bearded smirk. “Bedroom,” you panted, reaching out to caress his drenched face. “I think what you have will fill me up more than any dinner could.”

Roy’s eyes darkened with desire as he pressed another kiss to your still-pulsing cunt. “Oh, darling,” he groaned. “You have no fucking idea.”

#tally's birthday bash #request ❤️#he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

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elliebyrrdwrites · 1 year ago

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Dramione Drabble 31

DISCLAIMER: It’s come to my attention that Ron Bashing is very upsetting to some readers. So , please do note that this post uses the Ron Weasley tag because he is a significant character in this particular story, also this is his POV . HOWEVER, please mind that this also includes a Ron bashing tag. If you are offended by Ron bashing, don’t bother.

I had to write this one, the inspiration hit and I’ll be in LA all day tomorrow visiting my sister. So here we go! Also, I’m adding to the next chapter on ao3, so it will be a minute before I post it.

Ron had mixed feelings about working the night shift on the beat. Before they were ordered to have a partner with them at all times, he’d been able to pop into Hermione’s or even Parvati’s while on patrol. Some nights, he was able to visit both witches.

He wasn’t proud of what he had done to Hermione. Parvati had been aware, from the beginning, that he had no intention of leaving Hermione. She was his til the end. And he was hers.

The thing with Parvati wasn’t serious and she had been okay with that. It was just a way to get that little bit extra he wasn’t getting with Hermione. He had assumed that she was content, if not happy, with their love life. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her that he needed more.

But, what if she had been severely disappointed. Maybe that was why she never complimented him, never praised him, never rolled off of him in a state of pure bliss.

With Hermione, it was always straight to work. She’d have to make tea, or clean her kitchen, or catch up on paperwork.

What if she wasn’t satisfied and that was why she kept busy after? What if she was seeking that little extra bit that Ron couldn’t give her from someone else.

What if that someone was Malfoy? He seemed to sordid type to get off on hitting his women or choking them. Hermione was not that kind of girl. She never asked Ron for anything naughty.

But Ron watched her, wondering. She avoided eye contact with him whenever they passed by one another. Ron would fantasize about grabbing her hand, pulling her into an office. Anyone’s office, it didn’t matter. Whichever one was nearby. And he’d go down on her and make her cry and shout out his name. She’d thank him for being so good to her, for making her cum so hard. Ask him to take her back. You know, shit like that. Something fantastical. Something erotic.

Ron would stop at the end of the hall and watch her.

With Malfoy, she’d look right into his creepy pale eyes and smile. She’d look at his bruised face, the dried blood on his lip that never seemed to go away and her eyes would fucking light up.

Hermione would look right into his face and see something in or past all of those sneers and scowls. She was blind to the monster lurking within.

Even worse now, she resembles him. The scowls and the sneers have migrated and taken residence on her beautiful round features, her eyes just as cold and pale as Malfoys.

She was scary, now. Other Aurora avoided her gestate, shivered when they thought she wasn’t looking. Whispered about her behind her back.

And now her and Harry were both looking at Ron like he was the monster. Ron was only human, and humans were animals. Fucking was just a natural need. It delivered the endorphins that were desperately needed after the war, after losing his brother.

Everyone did it. Every being did it. The birds and the bees and all that shit. It’s just that when Ron got off, he needed to be told what a good, sweet boy he was. That he was a hero., a savior. Someone worthy.

But sometimes, once upon a time, Hermione would look at him like he was. He missed it. Fuck, he missed her. It’s a terrible thing. That, even though Ron had fucked up and he still had Parvati, he didn’t want to give up Hermione. He loved her body as much as any others, probably more. No man enjoyed accepting the idea that he would no longer have it to himself. Maybe never again.

And Ron certainly didn’t accept the fact that Malfoy might be the new proud owner of that particular one.

“Hey, Weasley.”

Oh, right. The other reason he hated these shifts. Not only could he not drop by Hermione’s, he was permanently stuck with Anthony Goldstein. He wasn’t a terrible bloke. But he was shifty, a bit off. His movements were jerky, timid. He looked like somebody who didn’t belong on the force. He looked like someone who was thrown into it, forced to become an Auror and had never accepted that fact.

Ron pinched his lips together, and pulled his eyes from the corner building where Hermione lived. Her windows were dark. She probably wasn’t home.

He nodded to Goldstein in acknowledgment.

“Isn’t this the apothecary where Hermione and Malfoy got into that altercation?”

Goldstein was staring into window of the shop. The lights were dim, as if to still keep the potions advertised on display in the front window. Or perhaps the witch who ran the place was still inside, cleaning up.

Ron stepped up beside him. The wizard flinched and Ron couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. “Yeah,” He sighed. “That’s the one.”

Goldstein looked up at and stared. Ron could feel his eyes assessing him. “You and Malfoy don’t get along, do you?”

Ron dug his hands into his pockets, thumbing the wand nestled inside and laughed. One short, derisive bark. “What makes you think that, Goldstein?” He frowned and shook his head, a little ashamed at the acidic tone of his voice. “Look, let’s just say that the day where every day of my life stops revolving around Malfoy, will be the best day of my life.”

Anthony was still staring at him. Ron was staring at the window, at the dim light of the back room, a shadow moving. Through his peripheral, Goldstein was nodding slowly. He might have been grinning, but that wouldn’t make any sense. Goldstein hated conflict, he was a bit of a coward

But then Goldstein moved for the door. “We should go in.”

Ron shook his head. “Nah, she’s closing up. Besides it wasn’t our crime scene.”

“I heard she hadsa love potion. It might help mend whatever went sour between you and Hermione.”

“No thanks, mate.” Ron chuckled nervously. “I’ve had one too many experiences with love potions.”

“But, this isn’t like Amortentia. This one helps to…alter the way you think.” Goldstein voice was less flinchy and more persuasive than he had ever heard him. It was unsettling.

“That’s Barmy.”

“The witch who brews it says it allows you to connect with your lover on some kind of mental or spiritual level.”

“I’m not slipping ‘Mione anything, Goldstein.”

“You wouldn’t have to.” He opened the door and said, as he stepped inside. “You take the potion. All you need is a strand of her hair to add to it.”

And then Goldstein was disappearing into the shop and into the dark shadows of the potion filled shelves. “What the — Goldstein!” Had the wizard lost his mind?

Stepping into the Apothecary sent a shudder down Ron’s spine. The hairs on his arms stood. Something was definitely off about this. But the witch didn’t seem to notice or care about the jingle of the bell on her door, and Goldstein was lost somewhere in the vast array of potions. Some of them glittered, some were glowing in the dark. Some were as dark as the sky outside.

None of them seemed ordinary. Most of them, Ron didn’t recognize.

But he crept along the shelving, the habit of staying quiet and undetected hard to break. He passed shelves labeled things like Elixirs for Life. Others with the words, Poisons to live by. But when Ron reached the shelf that was labeled, Love, Sex and other maladies, he knew he was in the middle of something shady.

Of course, none of that helped him to prepare for the figure that leapt out in front of him, or for the wand that was pointed directly at his temple before the voice whispered the incantation that would turn his brain into dough, softening into something that could be kneaded and molded into surrendering. Ron’s entire body locked up, his mind went quiet.

Nothing was the same. Nothing was known. His name, his desires, his job.

No, for Ron, everything had changed the second that voice had uttered the word to end it all, “Imperio.”

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grazi-your-rockette-queen · 1 year ago

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bro i need a soft sex fic with dilf dave mustaine

a/n: i need dilf dave sooo bad

i hope this is okay nonnie i tried my bestttt

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, just sweet vanilla sex w dave

it’s been a slow, relaxing saturday in the middle of the summer. your favorite way to spend days like this was out on the back porch of the beautiful house that you and your boyfriend shared. so that’s where you had been all day long, while dave had been busy writing down ideas for new music, as he just recently got a random shock of inspiration and was hyper focused on his guitar. you didn’t mind it too much, even though it was a little bit lonely. after the sun was down, you were still comfortably laid out on the porch furniture, wine glass within reach, watching fireflies. music could be heard in the background, it had been there all day, but you just picked up on it for the first time. you realized it was coming from dave’s acoustic guitar, inside the house. you decided to stand up and make your way inside to check on him. when he noticed your figure walking towards the couch in the living room where he was planted, he smiled softly.

“hey, there’s my pretty girl. where have you been all day?”

“where have you been all day?” you asked teasingly, sitting down right next to him. he looked down at your face, you were trying to contain your laugh. he couldn’t help but smile and marvel at your features which he thought were beyond perfect. after a moment of this eye contact, he shifted his guitar away from his lap to make room for you, which you were happy to take up. he kept his forearm behind your back for support, and rested his other arm across both your exposed thighs. he notices the lack of shorts on your lower half, realizing you’re only wearing his shirt and panties. he looked up at you again with raised eyebrows at this realization, expecting an explanation to which you obliged.

“it was so hot and i was outside all day.” you said shyly and bashful all of the sudden. he shakes his head and legs out a small laugh at how cute you are. you let your head rest on his shoulder for a peacefully silent moment as the two of you absorb each other happily. you enjoy the less lonely feeling of him holding you safely, and he enjoys holding you rather than his guitar. the night brought peace for both of you. he started kissing your head and softly rubbing your thigh with his rough hands. at some point, you started to squirm a little as you realized you’d missed him that day in more ways than one. he picks up on your intentional shifting, and uses his hand on your chin to guide you to look at him.

“do you want something, baby?” you nod slowly, still looking into his eyes sincerely. he kisses your forehead and trails down all over your face as his hand moves back to your thighs, and he pushes them apart, knowing exactly what you want. he lifts up the t shirt of his that you wore to take your panties by the hem and easily pull them down to your ankles with your help. you shiver with anticipation at the feeling of being exposed almost entirely while sitting on your boyfriends lap, while he is fully clothed, aside from a shirt.

“gonna make you feel so good.” he said softly before kissing your lips delicately, still rubbing your inner thighs. you continued to squirm before melting into his warm kiss, causing you to barely notice when he started running his finger through your heat and rubbing your clit softly. you moaned into the kiss when he inserted a finger into your dripping heat.

“are you gonna cum like this for me?” he asked, whispering to you with upmost care.

“i want you, please?” he smiled, deciding not to be too much of a tease and instead give you exactly what you want.

“okay sweetheart.” you were a little shocked to hear these words and feel his fingers pull away from between your legs to pick you up and carry you bridal style into your shared bedroom. you smiled at dave, who was usually rough and mean, showing you how much he wants to give you everything. tonight he just wanted to spoil you and give you everything you wanted.

you giggled as he carefully placed you down on the bed and started undoing his jeans while you took off your tshirt. he laid down next to you and kissed you sweetly and deeply. he moved his large hands down your waist and got on top of you.

“my beautiful princess. you look so pretty under me.” he said quietly, while rubbing little circles on your hips and pressing his hard member to your entrance. “i’m gonna take good care of you, okay?”

you moaned again as he pushed harder agains your heat with his cock, the friction allowing more wetness to seep from between your legs. his sweet words only made it feel more euphoric.

“please, yes.” you ran a hand through his hair gently and he smiled at his precious girl. he leaned over you to kiss your neck and collarbone as he pushed in slowly. the grip he had on your hips tightened, but not uncomfortably. he started moving slowly once he bottomed out and made sure you were okay.

“so pretty.” he said a little shakily, focused on the noises that escaped you.

“davey?” you asked in a breathy voice, grabbing his bicep tightly. he stopped,

“what is it, baby?” he brushed your hair away from your eyes and held your cheek.

“i love you so much.” you stated, looking up at him. he smiled brightly.

“i love you too, my perfect girl.” he kissed you again. “ready?” you nodded positively, and before you could look back up at him, he was back at his steady pace of thrusting into you, making you gasp.

he continued to kiss you and grabbed your leg to lift it, creating a better angle for him. the change made you able to feel him hit that perfect spot, which he caught onto as your moans got louder and higher. he groaned at the noise alone, between your sighs and the sounds coming from where your bodies met.

“is my sweet girl almost there?” you nodded again, too overwhelmed by the blissful feeling to give a verbal response other than your continuous airy moans.

“it’s okay baby, let go. cum on my dick, i know you can do it.” and with that, you saw white and felt yourself let go, as instructed. you could hear him grown loudly and feel his cum dripping around your hole shortly after. “good girl.”

both of you took a minute, laying down next to each other, fucked out. you came back down to earth to listen to dave catching his breath, eventually becoming in sync with your own. you smiled as he grabbed your hand with both of his and sat up.

“can i get you anything, baby?”

“just stay here.” you requested sweetly. dave was happy to do so. you shut your eyes and smiled as you felt him wrap himself around you warmly as you slowly fell asleep in his arms.

#grazilla’s thoughts #asks #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #megadeth #megadeth x reader #80s music #90s music #80s metal

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theclaravoyant · 1 year ago

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AN ~ buddie + "a romantic kiss". inspired by the pride & prejudice quote / this @userdiaz edit <3

read on AO3 (~900wd)

I cannot fix upon the hour.

Buck frowns at the tattoo scribed in a loop around the victim's upper arm. The script is beautiful. The words feel familiar.

The victim smiles up from the gurney, like he knows that look in Buck's eyes. There are tears in his own and he'd had to be strapped down to stop him trying to climb out of here on broken legs the first few times. His fiancee is in the other ambulance with Hen and Chim, speeding ahead of them with sirens blaring, and Buck thinks he could hardly bear to be stuck these few feet apart if the person he loved that much was that far from him. Not like this. They'd known each other since high school, he's gathered so far. They'd left, moved, had other relationships, he'd even served overseas for a while and they'd only just come back. Put their lives together. Got his act together, he'd said, and proposed. She still hasn't woken up. Buck wonders if the man knows.

“Pride and Prejudice,” the man explains, and then he closes his eyes and recites it, like a prayer to keep her heart beating. “I cannot fix upon the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words which laid the foundation.”

“I was in the middle,” Eddie finishes the quote, “before I knew I had begun.”

There's something about the way Eddie's looking at him, in that moment, that lodges in Buck's chest. Something that explains, maybe, why that quote – that whole sentiment - from a piece of media he's never in his life come anywhere close to consuming makes his heart ache so much. Because it's true, isn't it? Because he's known it for a long time.

“Eddie,” he says, as they're both sitting, exhausted and hopeful, with their elbows on their knees facing each other in the back of the empty ambulance. The fiancees have gone through the hospital doors. It's out of their hands now.

“Buck,” Eddie says back. And he lifts his head from prayer position, and he has that look in his eyes again, and his face is mere inches from Buck. Now that he thinks about it, Buck swears he's seen that face before. More times than he can count. Fondness, he used to think of it, but as his eyes trace over every crease of Eddie, every slightest fraction of tension that screams only to someone who knows him so well, that there's something he's dying to say -

Buck's never been more jealous of a novelist. Of a Capital-R-Romantic, who was born to put words to exactly this sort of feeling. These many feelings. Who could explain far better than he can that he understands all of a sudden, that what he'd felt when they met wasn't just insecurity. What he'd felt when they'd nearly blown up together, when they'd run down the street holding up Christopher together, when he'd tasted Eddie's blood and when they'd sat in the hospital afterwards... When they'd sat on his porch and talked about love, when they'd fought, when Eddie'd left and he'd missed so desperately the familiar shape and voice beside him... When he'd held his shoulder as his son, his heart, walked away and when he'd hugged him so fiercely his feet lifted off the ground when he heard he was coming back...

He's not even sure what he's thinking anymore, he's just overwhelmed by feeling. By realisation.

Someone knocks on the ambulance doors, and there's another realisation that the ambulance has stopped, the engine has turned off.

(And one more: that Eddie hasn't looked away until this moment either.)

“Grub's up!” Bobby announces.

“I-”

“Yep.”

For a moment, they fumble, like they've both forgotten how seatbelts work and that neither of them are actually wearing one. They manage to stand without falling over or bashing into each other and it's a miracle. They step out onto the familiar floor of the 118, and it feels like anything but.

Are they really going to let this go? To walk away from what this could be?

Again?

Buck takes a deep breath.

“Eddie, wait.”

Buck reaches out and grabs his wrist, and he's not sure why. Why tonight. Why here. But he's never been more sure in his life of what to do when Eddie turns back to him, into the pressure. He's never been more sure that he doesn't need to put words to it right now. That Eddie, in all his uncertainty, isn't ready to be the one to start things but that – maybe for the first time in his life - he is. And that starting things is very much the wrong word.

He's already in the middle.

Buck's lips lock against Eddie's like there's no other place they'd rather be. Eddie kisses back, chasing his lips like in this moment it's them and not oxygen that he needs. Heat, electricity, rush through Buck's body; the floodgates drop and he's awash in the feelings. Eddie's hand finds his shoulder, then his neck, then his cheek, and when they finally pull apart and need to breathe he leans into it like an anchor.

Eddie is breathless, smiling, fond. And so much more than fond.

“Buck,” he sighs, “I love you too.”

#buddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #tv: 911 #911 fic #clara's fic tag #prompt me stuff

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gwen-tolios · 3 months ago

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Seven

“Yo, Seven!”

Jeremy pauses, watching the boy jog toward him from across the park. Jeremy picks out the maroon blush on his cheeks above his ridiculous yellow scarf, the only hint the February chill has gotten to him. He’s a neighborhood face, but the only thing Jeremy remembers about him is that he attends the local middle school.

Jeremy nods at the boy as he stops to catch his breath.

“Is it true?” he eventually asks, eyes bright with curiosity.

“Is what true?”

“That you took out seven dudes in thirty seconds?”

Jeremy grins widely. “You calling my name a lie?”

The kid’s eyes go wide. “How’d you do that?”

Jeremy holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers. The clear nail polish from his little sister’s practice shines in the late afternoon light. “Magic grenade.”

“Those aren’t real.”

“Oh, they’re real.” Jeremy hoists his backpack up over his shoulder and continues his walk home. The afternoon’s too cold to linger for long.

He waves at the younger boy as he goes, flicking his fingers out. He’s digging the extra shine to his nails. Maybe the girls will too.

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Jeremy slips out of the apartment. His sister gets a ride to her magnet school, while Jeremy walks to the closest high school. Sometimes a friend will drive him home, but Jeremy enjoys the morning walk. It’s time just for him, and Douglas Park doesn’t look half bad in the early morning this time of year. In a month, when the sun rises sooner, he’ll miss the sunrises.

Halfway through the park, he slows.

There’s a girl in the middle of the sidewalk blocking his way. The sun in his eyes makes it hard to identify her, but he sees tight jeans and a pink puffy coat. She’s got cornrows and a child on her hip tugging them.

“I heard you got a new name,” Alisia says.

Jeremy shrugs as if bashful, but a lotto-winning grin splits his face. He’d crushed on Alisia pretty hard sophomore year, but hasn’t seen her since she dropped out of school after having a kid. Alisia is no less beautiful, even if she’s thinner and her skin not as smooth. The past year has been hard. The little boy in her arms is bundled in a pale green winter suit, scarf and hood making it hard for Jeremy to see his face. He’d always wondered who won Alisia over, but that knowledge, in truth or rumor, never reached his ears.

“Seven’s got a nice ring to it.” Jeremy shoves his hands into his front pockets.

“It true you got it by taking out seven guys?”

“Yeah.”

“And that you did it with a magic grenade?”

Like yesterday, Jeremy waves his clear-coated nails. They catch the rising sun, flashing gold. Alisia’s eyes track them.

“I got that magic touch. All I need to do is flick my fingers…” He tries to be suave, stepping in close and giving Alisia a look.

She steps closer. “Care to show me?”

Jeremy grins. “Absolutely.”

“I work at a beauty shop in Garfield, called Gee’s in the G.” Jeremy resists snorting. “I close at six-thirty, come help?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Alisia lights up. “Thanks, Jeremy. Or do you want me to call you Seven?”

He puffs out his chest. “I earned that name.”

Alisia laughs, and her son gurgles. Jeremy had forgotten about him and hastily reevaluates her invitation. He’d been trying to catch a girl, is she really interested in a bit of flirting and action? Before he can muster up an attempt to clarify, she’s walking away, bopping her son’s nose.

Jeremy watches for a moment, then hurries to school. Even if all Alisia wanted was company, that’d be okay. He’s missed her and not just her hip sway. She’d been so patient with him when he asked all those questions in government. Alisia made learning easy, so much so that Jeremy took her lessons to heart and pulled up his grades. He’ll never be valedictorian, but he’ll graduate with a 3.3.

He’ll thank her for teaching him study skills and inspiring his work ethic later.

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Gee’s in the G is a small place. The windows are clean, advertising perms, cuts, styles, and extensions, but the mortar between the bricks shows its age. Through the window, Jeremy watches Alisia spray a mirror in front of one of the four salon chairs. He pushes open the door, and a little bell chimes. The smell of frankincense fills his nose.

“We’re closed-oh, Seven.”

“Hey, Alisia.”

A squeal echoes through the salon. Behind the reception desk is a small playpen, where Alisia’s child is playing with a ratty stuffed squid. Yeah, this wasn’t an action invitation.

When Jeremy looks at Alisia, she’s nervous, twisting the rag in her hands. “I didn’t say much this morning cuz I wanted to make sure you’d come. But, I need your help, Seven.”

“I can try.”

“My boss might be able to, but if I asked Gee, she’ll know I messed up, and I like working here better than the Wingstop. When I overheard my neighbor yesterday, and you said this morning you have magic…”

She rambles a bit more, but makes enough sense Jeremy clocks the disconnect. Who hasn’t heard the whispers of alleyway and under-the-L strangeness? Small miracles, unnatural terrors, things that are not right. There are too many stories not to believe something haunts Chicago, but magic? And that he can wield it like some kind of wizard?

Which, he’ll admit, is exactly what he had done to earn his nickname. In a video game.

He should correct Alisia’s assumptions, should correct a lot of assumptions if the neighborhood rumor mill says he can cast spells. But that assumption is why Alisia sought him out. She needs help and believes Jeremy is the only one who can offer it.

“Gee gave me all these steps for cleaning up. They felt silly, but I did it. Burning all the hair caused such a stench.” Alisia waves a hand in front of her nose before shrugging. “Did it anyway cuz she pays well and lets me bring Menji, so I don’t have to worry about a sitter. Do you know how rare that is? But this winter I got lazy. It got dark early, I wanted to get home, but then…” Alisia twists her fingers, and her brown eyes are wide and scared.

“I think it started eating the hair in the dumpster. I didn’t notice at first, but a few weeks ago, a shadow split from the wall and grabbed the trash bag from the dumpster. I rushed inside. You know how it is, ignore the weird and it’ll ignore you back. ‘Cept this thing’s greedy. It yanked the next bag from my hand. I tried burning hair again in the alley like I’m supposed to, but the thing stopped me.”

She pulls up her shirt to show off her back, and Jeremy sees the dark spot of a fading bruise. Before he can touch it, she covers her skin and faces him.

“Tried burning hair inside after that. The smoke detector went off, so at least Gee thinks I’ve followed directions the whole time, but once was enough. Menji coughed all night after. I felt so bad. Since then, I’ve tossed the hair out the door and shut it quick. The shadow keeps eating it and-”

Alisia brushes past Jeremy to scoop up her son. Menji doesn’t have his mom’s worry; he simply reaches up to tug on a braid. She hugs him tight. “It talked last night, Seven. Said, ‘no more scraps. Give me baby.’ And since you took out seven guys with a magic grenade,” She stares at Jeremy, eyes wet. “Please, I’ll pay you anything to get rid of that shadow monster.”

Jeremy runs a hand over his buzz cut. He’s never heard of anyone fighting the weirdness in Chicago; everyone simply rushes past and turns their head. But he’s never been able to say no to Alisia’s smile, and her face close to tears is more devastating.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he says. “I don’t need more people thinking I can fight the unknown. I trust you, Alisia, but not everyone in the neighborhood.” Jeremy’s done his best to avoid trouble but if people truly believe he’s got magic at his fingertips, he can imagine the recruitment campaigns. For now, he’ll let Alisia keep her faith in his fake abilities as that belief is the only reason he’s here.

She nods quickly. “Of course.”

“Do you normal closing routine. I’m gonna think.”

“Think fast. The shadow is here by seven.”

Alisia places Menji back in the playpen. He whines, but she soothes him with a brief rub of her fingers on his cheek before picking up her abandoned broom. Jeremy takes a moment to watch. She looks content here, turning to smile at her son every so often. Being a teen mom has derailed her life, but Alisia doesn’t seem bitter over it. He’s glad.

Jeremy heads toward the back of the salon, thinking. He’s got ten minutes.

Think, he told himself. So what if the seven guys you took out were computer-generated enemies? There’s shadow beasts in that game too. You only have to deal with one. Lock in.

He’s not sure if game lore matches real-world lore, not that real-world lore is clear seeing people talk about Ouija boards in public and moving shadows in hushed whispers, but if there’s a hint of a connection, he knows a shadow creature's weakness is light. Fire.

He needs something flammable.

He searches through the stylists’ area, ignoring Alisia’s squawks of protest. She can organize and clean up again later; Jeremy will help. He finds a lighter, useful, and hairspray that isn’t aerosolized, not so useful. Pocketing the lighter, he continues his search. Near the back is a single desk for manicures; the half-filled bottle of acetone next to a potpourri bag ignites an idea.

“Got a bowl?”

“There’s color mixing bowls in the storeroom.” Alisia brings him a plastic container. It’s the size of a cereal bowl, with steeper sides.

“Thanks,” he says absently, dumping the nail polish remover in it.

“What are you doing?”

“Brewing a potion. Go back to cleaning. Hide Menji from sight, the playpen is in direct view of the alley door.”

Alisia scrambles away.

The nail technician’s entire potpourri bag goes into the bowl, both the desk display and the extra he found in a drawer. Jeremy weighs the plant matter down with a thin towel, letting the liquid soak into the fabric before rushing to where he remembers scissors and hair bands.

He told Alisia he had magic grenades. Homemade fireballs are the best he can do.

Jeremy cuts the dripping towel on a diagonal. The acetone stings, he must have a cut somewhere, and the chemical burns his nose. He grabs two cotton balls, dunks them until they’re sopping wet, then places them in the middle of the triangles. He drops damp potpourri on top, gathers the edges of the dishtowel pieces, and uses the hair bands to finish the ball. Saturated with acetone, they’re just heavy enough to throw.

A knock sounds on the alley door.

Jeremy cuts his gaze to Alisia as she ducks down behind the front of the reception desk. He takes a big breath. You took out seven dudes in thirty seconds, he tells himself, channeling the confidence he has with a controller in his hands, ignoring the prick of an anise star through the towel. You can handle a shadow.

Jeremy opens the door.

Jeremy should be able to see the opposing brick wall, but all he sees is black. It takes him a moment to realize that when Alisia described the shadow peeling off the wall, she meant it turned three-dimensional. Solid. He’s staring at the large, obsidian torso of the shadow creature.

He flicks the lighter, ignites one of his fireballs. The shadow moves, oozing wide to lower its head and peer into the salon with eyes like streetlamps the city is three months late to replace, pale and flickering.

Jeremy holds. The shadow giant doesn’t open a mouth but still speaks. GiVe Me BaBy To EaT. Jeremy hisses at the heat licking his fingers and lets the acetone-soaked ball fly.

The stuffing ignites as it hits the giant’s face. It reels back with a shriek, and Jeremy follows it into the alley. The door slams closed behind him.

The fireball flashed and burned quickly. All that’s left are scattered pieces smoldering on the alley floor. They give off enough light for Jeremy to see the edge of the shadow giant, to track the way it moves and morphs its arms. It’s bipedal, with legs a foot tall and elongated arms, resembling more of a walking box with slinkies taped to the sides than anything else. It’s tall, though, eight feet at least. Jeremy looks up into its eyes and makes out a potato-shaped head.

He’s not sure why it hasn’t attacked yet, but he presses the advantage.

“I’m Seven!” he shouts, stepping forward. “I got my name by defeating seven of you myself!” He stands his ground and looks up, craning his neck. He points to a bit of charred towel. “I have the power of fire! I’ll destroy you unless you leave this place forever!”

Chicago brick doesn’t echo, but Jeremy feels powerful staring down this shadow creature and watching it step back.

He thinks back to the whispered stories told when the power is out. They’re always presented as warnings - avoid this, avoid that. People might talk about finding the remains of a cat, but he’s never heard about the grim creatures of Chicago hurting someone. Maybe they can’t.

The shadow giant slams a hand on the dumpster lid. The plastic cracks.

Jeremy changes his mind. The giant may be made of shadow, but it’s solid. Just because the stories don’t talk about shadows swallowing people doesn’t mean they aren’t responsible for some of Chicago’s missing. This thing could push open the door to get to Alisia, swallow Menji.

No, he refuses.

Jeremy takes a step forward. “Leave!” He holds out the lighter and ignites it, eyes dilating at the sudden light.

I LeAvE. I LeAvE, the giant whines, flattening itself to a shadow on the wall. Jeremy stares into its streetlight eyes. They don’t blink.

Tracking its head, the smack from its slinky arm surprises Jeremy. Instinct pulls his hands to his face for protection. It’s a miracle he doesn’t drop the lighter or release the flame.

The shadowy forearm ignites.

The giant shrieks, louder than before. It shakes the flames out, but Jeremy can see the cutaway in its arm, a jagged half-circle. He wonders if a Chicagoan wrote the dungeon crawler he plays with his friends.

The shadow retreats under the dumpster, darkening the space behind the metal, but it can’t fit completely. The giant’s head remains inches above, flat on the wall and watching. Jeremy reignites the lighter, which had extinguished when the giant burned, and suspends his second fireball over it. It lights up slower than the first. Jeremy clutches the ball in his hand as the flames eat the towel's tail.

“You don’t come back. And you'll never eat a baby.”

He tosses it at the shadow giant, but it’s gone, fleeing flat along the cracked asphalt. Jeremy watches his homemade fireball burn to a crisp, breathing in the scent of stale water and faint orange peels.

Gingerly, he touches his cheek. The giant’s hit will bruise tomorrow, but he doesn’t care. Taking one last look around the alley, he steps into the salon. Alisia’s head pops over the desk. When she sees it’s just Jeremy, she pushes herself to her full height.

“Oh, Seven. You’re hurt.”

He shrugs.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a big man. There’s a first aid kit somewhere.”

His cheek smarts, and he’s starting to feel the burns on his fingertips. Alisia mutters to herself, but little Menji sits quietly in his playpen, eyes on Jeremy.

Picking him up feels more daunting than the fight Jeremy just won, but he reaches his unburnt hand toward the boy. Menji babbles sounds that might be words as he grasps two of Jeremy's fingers. He’s known Menji all of ten minutes, but Jeremy is charmed. He gets it, why Alisia doesn’t seem bitter over having to drop out of high school.

A few seconds later, Alisia is at his side, fussing over his smacked cheek and burnt fingertips.

“It gone?” she asks, wrapping a band-aid around his right index finger, the nude color pale against his skin.

“Yeah, it won’t be coming back.”

"Thank you," she whispers. "I bet this isn't what you imagined when I asked you to come this morning."

"Not at all, but that's okay. I owed you anyway."

"For what?"

"Your tutoring changed my life. I'll graduate, get into a state school."

"Seven! That's wonderful."

"You helped me build a future," Jeremy says. "And saving Menji is me returning the favor."

Alisia gathers her son in her arms. He squirms but settles as she bounces him. Menji turns his head toward Jeremy, who waves, and the kid waves back.

"Yeah," she admits. "He's my future now. I'll be eighteen next month, but I already know that." She presses a kiss on his head.

Jeremy used to imagine Alisia in pale nursing scrubs, helping kids at the hospital. This isn't much different, even if he never imagined her soothing her kid. She's happy in a way he hadn't expected, in a soft way he'll admit to being a little jealous of. He's still striving for a good life - high school, college, career. But Alisia? Alisia looks content now.

"Are you done cleaning?"

"Got a bit more to do."

"I'll help."

"With a burnt hand? I don't think so. Here.” Alisia passes him Menji.

The kid's face scrunches up like he wants to cry, but Alisia bops him on the nose. "I'm not leaving. You can watch me work. But I need both hands." She looks at Jeremy. "I'm surprised he's being so good, but I think the giant scared him quiet. Still, bedtime is coming up quick. Don’t panic if he cries."

Jeremy pulls Menji to his hip like he'd seen Alisia hold him that morning. He complains softly but settles, sucking a finger while he watches his mother finish sweeping the salon. Jeremy's arms feel too big and too small, needing more contact with Menji to keep him close, even as he knows a basketball is wider. But it's nice, having a warm body pressed against his ribs.

And it's nice when he walks Alisia home, where she kisses his cheek on the stoop. "Stop by tomorrow night too, if you want. Just to hang."

"Just to hang," he agrees.

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He walks home whistling, flicking his fingers in and out to watch the shine of streetlights on his nails, minus the fingers Alisia bandaged. His magic grenades weren't explosive or magic, and he hadn't taken out seven foes in thirty seconds, but he faced a real shadow giant and won. He'd been lucky, but seven is a lucky number. Is a lucky name.

Alisia texts him for the first time in over a year as he crawls under the covers.

Seven is a lucky man too.

#gwen writes #chicago's grimm #fantasy fiction #short story #original fiction #urban fantasy #chicago fiction #writeblr #fiction #america

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byullielle · 2 years ago

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That Mind Mine to Lose // Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

yes another song-inspired fic, it's the 3RACHA brand atp; odds by NIKI, but only the line 'What I'd give to make that mind mine to lose' because I am the biggest genius!Jisung enthusiast A look into how Jisung shares his creative processes with Y/N, and although they don't get it too much they're still overall amazed and endeared by the sheer passion Jisung has for his job.

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissies, Music Terminology (author doesn't know wtf she's saying style), Est. Relationship, Petnames (baby, darling, jagiya/jagi)

Disclaimer: wrote this to NIKI's entire discography because idk what it is but in my mind she's so...jisung coded (???) i suggest listening to acoustic guitar-heavy music while reading

A strum then a tap against the fret board, and then another strum, before a full chord comes out, the grunting. Even with your back turned you could see your boyfriend's cute little pout, lips pursed out while bending to write something down on the notepad on the coffee table.

You're heating up cups of tea and coffee for the both of you since he is deemed energetic enough to not stay cooped up in his room and provide you a little show about how he works on his songs. And while you make snacks and a drink the guitar has been playing partially for the past 10 minutes. It isn't a full song, but the humming, half strums and taps to the fretboard with some of his own mumbling and light singing provides the comfiest atmosphere to man. You love watching and hearing Jisung work, always so entrapped in how he concentrates then suddenly lifting his head to smile at you. It turns your heart into mush and would render you wanting to bash your head against the wall because of pure cuteness aggression.

Your Jisungie was one energetic beast. Always running off the walls, dancing around the house, and on a tangent about everything and anything—and it wasn't that you didn't love him for that, but there was just an entirely different vibe when Jisung is in the zone but with your presence in the mix. It's comforting and healing, as Felix would put it.

Putting the plate of warm cookies and your mugs on the small tray, you carry it to the living room and set it down on the coffee table, "Jagiya," you let out in barely a whisper because he has his guitar encased in his arm and eyes closed as if he's pulling some lyrics within the galaxies of inspiration behind those closed eyes. You sit on the velvet armchair right across your couch where he was working, not wanting to invade his personal space.

He smells the coffee and opens his eyes, beaming up at you to see the snacks. "Sweet!" he beams up at you and reaches out to take a cookie, "Baby, what are you doing there? Come sit here," he pats the spot next to him. "Are you sure?" you ask but already stand from your spot.

"Of course! I need some of your powers so that I could think of things," he chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek immediately right after you sit down, then another on your lips after you set your drink down. You couldn't help but giggle, cupping his face quickly before pressing one last peck on his lips, letting go before settling down on the couch. "What are you working on?"

"I wanna make it sound like, soulful but bridge should have some high point," he visualizes with his hands in front of him, twisting and turning as he interprets it physically, "Like, if a sad song had a happy beat, there's supposed to be a hook that lets it sinks in that it's a sad song," he rambles on, and you nod along, trying your best to revision what he's trying to achieve although you're probably thinking of two different things.

"I have like, a verse and the bridge but it's still missing a whole chorus and two more verses,"

"Well, let's hear what you've got, if it's alright," you request, which makes him look over to you with heart eyes, absolutely smitten by your request as the tips of his ears turn pink, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Okay," he replies before pulling the notepad closer, but you take it and hold it up for him.

"Thank you darling," he smiles before clearing his throat. He strums a few chords, making you sway gently against the fine melody he's making, a bit choppy but not like you could do any better. He starts singing, lyrics still unrhyming but still holding weight, his voice and the chords of the guitar melding properly and you giggle at the sudden dissonance after he plays the wrong chord. He carries on until it's over.

Then a comfortable blanket of silence envelops you both. You set the notepad down and gently clap for him, delight spread all over your features as he chuckles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think it's starting to sound nice," you honestly say, knowing he hates it when it's a simple 'sounds good,' because he needs to know how it sounds to you. And you love him so much for valuing your opinion because you could be credited for half his work at that point. Which was something both of you often joke about.

"It's like...you know when you listen to a song for the first time not knowing its lyrics so you assume its a happy, acoustic song?" you try to explain to him more specifically, "That kinda vibe,"

"I see," he nods. "Well, I'll work on it more tomorrow," he shrugs before strumming the strings one by one, "Wanna sing for you jagiya, is that alright for you?"

"I'd love to!"

With your tea encased in your hands, warming you up, Jisung takes a sip of coffee and a bite of a cookie before starting to position himself properly. He starts out a few testing strums, then fully plays chords familiar to you. As he plays, you sway to and fro, eyes closed and taking occasional sips of tea, his voice relaxing every muscle in your body.

God, did you love Han Jisung. Your creative and talented genius.

if you wanna send in a prompt or an ask or just say hi feel free to do so!!

#skz scenarios #skz #stray kids #han jisung #skz jisung #skz han #han x reader #han x y/n #han x you #jisung x reader #han jisung x reader #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x you #gender neutral imagine #baby han jisung agenda because i love him sm #my cute little quokka #so precuous to me

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iheartchv · 1 year ago

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If you were still doing COD matchups, I would love one if it's not too much trouble.If not, no worries, can just say I love your stuff so far and keep up the good work!

Thanks so much if you have the time for it, but thanks either way if you're too busy! Cheers!

I'm a big fan of Soap, Ghost, Roach, and Keegan, but if any other characters stand out to you, I'm down!

I'm a 5'2 plus-sized woman working on getting my master's degree in writing and editing. I'd love to be an author and maybe a professor or documentarian someday. I love reading, photography, cooking/baking, and while I'm too poor to travel right now I'd love to do it in the future! I'm a history buff, a gamer, and a literature nerd that is laughably full of trauma/CPTSD but I'm doing alright so far.

My friends lovingly call me a "doormat" because I'm too nice, but really I just like to give people a chance and avoid snap judgements. I'm a very patient person and I think long and hard before making big decisions, although I can also be prone to impulse buys and jumping into things to avoid giving myself the chance to psych out.

I've often been told that I'm a very stoic individual with flat intonation, making me often look angry or bored even when I'm having a good time. I'm the kind of person who really comes to life when I'm with people I care about or talking about the things I'm currently fixated in. It always shocks people when they speak to me and I'm comfortable enough with them to joke around and let my "weird energy" out. I once crawled on my friends floor in college pretending to be a French tortoise because she said that I smiled like a koopa troopa when I was being devious. Je suis un tortue... She never lets me forget.

I also have a tendency to laugh hysterically when stressed or flustered and it has been described as sounding like a "maniacal drugged up clown."

🤡

// thanks ^^ I hope you like your matchup~

🤔hmmm... I match you with...

Keegan P. Russ

I think you'd be paired with Keegan

He may be quiet but with the right person he shows another side of him

That's where you come in

One night, you were being followed by someone

Luckily Keegan happened to be nearby and told the guy to scram

When he turned around to you, were met with the most gorgeous blue grey eyes... on such a handsome face

"You okay?"

"Yeah..." you'd give a nod

His voice made your heart jump and skip a beat

He offered to walk you home the rest of the way

He notices that you're carrying a book bag, figured you were probably a college student

"What're you studying?"

You tell him what your plans were for college and the future

Whether he was interested or was just listening to you, it felt nice to talk to someone

There was something about him you couldn't ignore....

He asks for your name, and he tells you his

You got so carried away with talking that you didn't realize you were home

He stops at your doorstep

You thanked him, trying not to show how bashful you felt

He just small smiled and replied,"Good night, miss", watching you walk inside before leaving

Every now and then you'd run into Keegan and he'd give you a smile that made butterflies tickle in your belly

For a local magazine/newspaper, there was a short story section that was looking for monthly stories to be submitted

You took the chance and wrote a short story, Keegan being your inspiration

The way you described the male protagonist had same features and qualities like Keegan... except the name was spelled different

When it was published, and after many compliments from the townspeople and your friends, Keegan read it

The story you wrote wasn't too far from the life he lived being a part of the Ghosts

Since then Keegan started getting close to you

And you didn't mind that at all

As he got to know you, the more silly side of you, he couldn't get you off his mind

He's falling for you...

After telling you his feelings for you, you happily accepted him

Because after knowing more about him, you had fallen for him, too

Now you two are inseparable

Some would say a "cute couple"

Keegan loves having you in his arms

He loves holding you, giving you kisses all over, just being so loving

He's so warm and caring

He didn't care if anyone would make fun of him

All that mattered was you and your happiness

His love gift would be acts of service

He'll do things for you: give you a massage, help you get comfy after a rough day, etc.

If he feels that something is bothering you, he wants to know

"Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me anything"

When your sad, or break down in tears, he will hold you and rock you gently, speaking in a soft, slow voice:

"It's alright. I got you, my love. I have you..."

He'll kiss and wipe your tears away

"You're always safe with me" he'd assure you

"I'm always here for you"

He swears to protect you with his life

If you'd like a love letter from Keegan, or other COD characters, check out my Valentine event💗

#ask #request #matchup #match up #anon #anon ask #anonymous #call of duty match up #cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keeganxreader #iheartchv

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h3rmitsunited · 3 years ago

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There's something about this look that really strikes me

Like on one hand yes, as I've said previously, there something that is just inherently attractive about that pushed up sleeve button up look, and Dirk looking so soft in this lighting and sitting on the couch next to Todd like they're normal buds for the first time in the show which is very cute

But

I think I figured out what is also very distinct about this particular look

Because he looks like just a... guy. Like a normal everyday pass him on the street kind of guy.

And if you've seen any bit of Dirk Gently, you know that Dirk Gently is not an everyday normal pass him on the street guy. He is a Character, large and vibrant and filled with wild rambling eccentricities that you can't ignore.

In all these other moments, he's bright jackets, collared shirts, a patterned tie. He had a Look, like a cartoon character their signature appearance with these small changes, but he's presenting as something, putting on a costume.

And, oh my god, I'm big braining as I'm writing this, but we see in the scene before this in the death maze where Dirk's mask starts to slip, panicking in the light room, having to take off his signature jacket, stripped down to his underclothes as they're electrocuted. He loses that layer of armor that was keeping him in this larger than life Dirk Gently, holistic detective persona because he's scared, he doesn't know what to do, he's gotten himself into another dangerous situation he doesn't know how to get out of AND he's gotten Todd trapped down here too. There's this vulnerable nature that just bursts out of him without the protection of his clothes, his mask.

So after the death maze, he's out, sitting on the couch, looking dazed and he's quiet. There's no big wild activity, no frantic rambling. He's a guy that almost just burned to death with a guy he hopes will be his friend and he's trying to just... cope with that. He doesn't have the energy to put the mask back on, so while he could have put on another jacket, he goes for something normal, softer, more casual.

And hey hey hey, when do we see the second appearance of casual Dirk clothes?

That's right... I'm a fucking genius.

Dirk after the hospital, after solving the case after Todd told him that he didn't want to speak to him again expecting that this is the end of the brief attempt to make a new friend. I mean, the vulnerability is just pouring off this guy, just drowning in it. Like I dont think I really have to explain how much it just parallels with that other scene, how he's feeling, how he can't get the energy to be the Dirk Gently detective man right now.

But... and now I'm gonna cry because Todd arrives and what does he fucking bring with him?

Yeah, the yellow jacket.

Here's Todd saying hey, sorry we had a fight. That case was crazy. I'm not going to let you do this alone and I brought you this jacket back, let's keep doing this. And Dirk accepts this metaphorical mantle again, whilst also integrating Todd's shirt into his wardrobe, an element of something casual and also a symbol of his new friends, to show that he isn't just the solo detective, stringently sticking to this big wild character, but he is also a man with friends, that can show his vulnerability, his need for connection (lol), and has a way to show that in how he presents himself in the world.

And I think that's just so beautiful.

This is already long, but I definitely think this still works in season 2 with different implications, so maybe I'll write a follow up post if people are interested in that. 😏

#dghda #dirk gently #dirk gently meta #dirk gently’s holistic detective agency #ya girls back with another rambling meta post #i missed making these and just got bashed in the face with inspiration while looking through my dirk gently folder on my phone

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002yb · 2 years ago

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The problem with sharing a best friend with the man you’ve been hopelessly crushing on for two lifetimes is that said shared best friend will inevitably notice and swear that ‘he’s got this.’ In fact, it would be his pleasure to hook his boys up. To say Jason is mortified would be an understatement. He doesn’t want to be hooked up. He was more than content to take his little (persisting, devastating) crush on Dick Grayson to his grave. Again. Because it deserves to be buried.

“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Roy accuses, then turns around and offers Jason his most playful, dickish smirk. “Yeah, I think you two might actually be really compatible.”

Let it be known that while Roy Harper isn’t a detective, his best friends are and over the years he’s picked up a thing or two. The only reason he noticed Jason’s crush is because of a completely unremarkable interaction. Just a fleeting glance from Jason when Dick happened to pass by - all golden and gorgeous even post workout as Dick mundanely wandered into the kitchen for water. Just a ducked head, uncharacteristically bashful and something that Roy hasn’t seen since Jason was Robin.

It’s precious.

Just as sweet is how Jason puffs himself up, aiming for belligerent and missing by a mile. Jason hits somewhere closer to endearing, in Roy’s opinion. Menacingly cute with his rosy cheeks and an aggressive scowl.

Not so precious is the actual night terror that Roy can see staring at them from over Jason’s shoulder in the distance - eyes narrowed and lips curled into a scowl, expression colder than the forgotten ice-water on the counter. It’s damn near bone-chilling, actually. A lesser man might jump at the undercurrent of disdain and displeasure emanating off of Dick, but Roy is more than familiar with how Dick sulks.

It’s a bit harder to place where Dick’s feelings are though. Jealous? Obviously. The question is why. Roy has his suspicions, of course; he’d gamble on them too, if push came to shove. Jason and his feelings deserve to be handled with more care though, so...

“Grayson!” Roy shouts. Immediately, Jason’s shoulders shoot up to his ears with tension as he bristles, shoving Roy in retaliation although Jason can’t know what Roy has planned yet.

Dick, too, startles. The dark aura that had been hanging over him fades away as Dick smiles - a well-practiced thing that’s more habit than anything as he makes his way over to them.

“Harper. What’s up?” Dick asks.

“You dating anyone?”

The look of panic on Jason’s face is comical. It would be more funny if Jason were to look up from where he averts his gaze to see that Dick clearly looks at Jason, gaze lingering before pulling away to look at Roy, sheepish.

“Not at the moment.” Dick tells him, brows furrowed a bit because he knows that Roy already knows that. “Why? You offering?”

Oh. Oh, no. Commonplace as this playful teasing between Roy and Dick is, Jason isn’t familiar enough with their dynamic to know that it’s all harmless fun. The death glare that’s abruptly shot Roy’s way is a promise of violence like Roy has never known before and it’s frightening.

Roy stands by it: Dick and Jason are definitely compatible.

Dramatic. Jealous. Scary and devastating in that awe inspiring way only natural disasters are.

“You know I’ve already got a special lady in my life.” Roy says, nearly beaming with pride and disarming both of his friends in an instant. Lian is a light in all their lives and the perfect means of diffusing any situation; bless her. “Todd is single here though, you know?”

Once again, Jason levels Roy with a look that speaks of Roy’s future demise - their friendship be damned. Roy can’t help but chuckle to himself because for as fearsome as Jason is, he’s such a maiden. It’s no wonder Lian always wants Jason to play the princess in all her games of make-believe. It might also say something how somehow Dick is always the prince... fuck, his little girl is so smart and insightful. She figured it out before any of them, huh?

Dick’s attention shifts to Jason - his flushed cheeks and burning ears and the passionate snarl that mars his features. It’s obvious to Dick that he’s missing something, but Roy offers him nothing but a cheeky smile. As neutrally as he can to avoid having Jason’s ire turned on him, Dick says, “Cool.”

“Roy, I swear - “ Jason starts.

Roy cuts him off with a brilliant smile and even more brilliant suggestion: “You guys should go out.”

The panic that washes over them both is hilarious. It has Roy internally cackling. These bastards always one-up him in so many ways, but now he’s got something over both of them and it’s amazing. He’s never seen either of them look so flustered; eyes wide and jaws either dropped or clenched as they struggle to process and react. That both of their thoughts went to the same place is promising though, hah!

Because they’re both stunned still with mortification (Jason) and stupefaction (Dick), Roy grins and playfully torments, “Wingman for each other.”

Dick and Jason’s matching grimaces are possibly the funniest thing Roy’s seen in some time. It’s instantaneous, mirrored on both of their faces.

Roy feels so damn powerful. These two will be fucking by the end of the night, for sure. Roy told Jason that ‘he’s got this,’ and he meant it. If Dick caves to the notion of helping Jason find a beau (and he will, generously kind and self-sacrificing man that Dick is), Jason’s competitiveness will surely have him giving in, too. Jealousy and an unspoken possessiveness will handle the rest.

It’s just a matter of time.

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It’s been a bit since I’ve posted something like this. Or written much of anything, ahahaha. Rough as it is, hopefully it’s still enjoyable. (●˙꒳˙●)

#dickjay #royjay #dickroy #roy harper #jason todd #dick grayson #words

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sebsgirl71479 · 3 years ago

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Wrong Side of The Tracks

Jock!BuckyXFem!Reader Jock!SteveXFem!Reader(platonic) Sweet!WandaXFem!reader (besties)

Warnings: Nothing much really, just a lot of fluff, little bit of language. Protective Bucky is a warning.

A/N: Hey everyone this has been 2 months in the making and I figured what better time to finish it than for Sebastian’s 40th Birthday. This is a HIGH SCHOOL AU. Both a song and movie inspired me to write this but with a bit of a twist to the original. I also want to thank a few people who inspired me to finish this. @buckyalpine @altagraye @jtargaryen18 @imaginedreamwrite @endless-summer-soldier @christycurlswrites I’m sorry if I missed anyone. I hope you enjoy and as always likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

A/N 2: Apparently tumblr deleted my story so I’m re-posting this again. dividers by @silkholland Moodboard Aesthetic by me and Canva

Living in the town you’re in had been some what of a rollercoaster. Some good and some really bad. You moved here when you were 9 years old after your parents divorced. When you first arrived you felt really out of place for the first few weeks. Then one day you asked your mom if you could hang out in front of the towns city hall where other kids in the town hung out, maybe you could find some friends. She agreed and let you walk there. When you got there, there were a few kids around your age some a bit older. After hanging around the benches for a little while a boy your age came up with a few of his other buddies and started picking on you because you were new in town and they knew which part you lived in. Not the best part of town but you could tell they were from the better side of town. After trying to get them to leave you alone to no avail, a brunette and blonde boy came up behind them.

“Hey why don’t you leave her alone Brock before I punch you in the face.” The brunette yelled at him.

“Why is she your little girlfriend Barnes?” Brock teased him.

“Come on man she just moved here, lets not let her think everyone here dislikes her.” The small blonde came to your defense this time. With a small bashful smile, you looked up at the boys defending you and felt safe with them around.

“Whatever Rodgers, she’s not even worth it anymore.” And with that the bullies left to do their own thing. When they left that’d when the two boys who defended you looked at you asked of you were ok.

“Hi there, my name is James but you can call me Bucky and this is Steve are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine, thank you for doing that. I’m just trying to fit in and I think that just set me back.” Looking down at your lap fidgeting with your hands. Bucky looks at you with those big bright blue eyes and immediately you feel that warmth of being safe again.

“That didn’t set you back, your our new friend. What’s your name?”

“My name is y/n.”

From then on you Steve and Bucky where thick as thieves. In a town of less than 20,000 people everyone pretty much knew everyone. That meant that every kid in school knew you as the new kid from the other side of the tracks. You tired not to let that discourage you especially when you had Bucky and Steve at your side. Even though they both lived in the nicer part of town they never made you feel less than.

Fast forward to your senior year of high school. Things were better now, you had great grades and were thinking of what colleges you wanted to go. Bucky and Steve were doing the same thing plus you 3 were going to apply to schools you all could go to together. Your little crush on Bucky never left you but you never said anything because who would date someone from the wrong side of town? So because of that you watched him date a few girls but non really stuck. Not for a lack of trying on his part but he could never get you off his mind. You were the one he wanted, always watching you while you were in classes together even came to your choir concerts front and center with roses in his lap waiting for you. You thought it was always sweet of him and Steve to come to your performances. You knew it was only because they were your best friends, not knowing the underlying reason was that Bucky liked you.

It was just before Thanksgiving break, and you three were discussing the colleges you were applying to and when you and your mom would be going to Bucky’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. Ever since you were 10, Steve and Bucky’s families always invited you and your mom to Thanksgiving dinner. Sarah always made the best pies and Winnie was a master of cooking turkey.

The boys got up to grab some sodas from the vending machine, when non other than Brock came and sat next to you.

“Hey y/n, now that your watch dogs are gone I wanted to see of you wanted to go on a date?”

Well this was a major turn of events.

“Now why would I want to do that? Last thing I remember is you bullying me when I first got here.” Was this actually happening right now?

“Come on I was just a dumb kid then. I now see what a beautiful girl you’ve turn into, and want to take you out.”

You were starting to feel a but uncomfortable and confused at the same time. Just as you were about to give him another retort, Bucky and Steve had come back to the table with rage in their eyes. Since growing up Steve and Bucky became very tall and muscular guys, so they intimidated everyone. But not brock, he always seemed to have something to prove.

“Brock why don’t you leave y/n alone, she clearly is not interested.” Steve spoke up first, Bucky was just there giving Brock daggers.

“Oh great, y/n's guard dogs are here. Look I was seeing if she wanted to have a little fun this weekend.”

“Yeah well she’s clearly not into you so why don’t you go to your side of the cafeteria, and leave her alone?” Bucky had told brock with venom behind his words. This shocked you a little bit, you’ve never seen Bucky so upset. It kind of made your crush on him become deeper.

“Whatever guys, look y/n when you’re ready to come to your senses you know where to find me.” Steve had to hold Bucky back so he didn’t just sucker punch him in the face. Once brock finally left you could let out the breath you were holding from all the tension around you.

“Man I hate that guy, he just thinks everyone has to bow to him.” You were the first one to speak up, Bucky was still watching Brock leave with such intensity, the only thing you could do to calm him was to hold his face in your hands and get him to look at you.

“Bucky, hey handsome you still there? He’s gone ok, he won’t come back.” That snapped him out of his trance and he finally looked at you. You rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs trying to calm his emotions. He looked at you with such adoration you both started getting lost in each others eyes. After a few minutes of staring at each other, Steve was able to get you two to separate after he waved his hands in front of both of you.

“Hey guys snap out of it, you ok??” You both stepped back a bit, feeling the heat creep up to your ears and letting go of Bucky’s face. “Yeah I’m ok, Bucky are you better now?”

“Yeah yeah sure um, I’m just gonna head to restroom real quick. Hey punk want to come with?”

“Uh yeah sure buck.”

Once they were in the restroom, Steve turned to Bucky.

“Dude what was that?”

“Steve man there is something I need to tell you. I really like y/n, like a lot.” Steve stood there looking at Bucky like he had two heads.

“Come on man say something, I’m freaking out here.”

“How long have you liked her? I mean this is new to me, you tell me everything jerk why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know I just thought they would go away but they are still there. I’ve liked her since middle school. I really want to ask her out, I want to hold her man, I want to kiss her so bad.”

“Bucky you have to tell her if your this deep about her. You can’t keep these feelings about her bottled up.” “How do I do this? I’ve never had a problem asking a girl out but this is y/n, I’m a mess when I talk to her. You know how she has always felt like she doesn’t belong here because of where she lives and I don’t want her feel like this is joke. Now with Brock trying to ask her out I don’t want to her to think she’s some charity case or something.”

“I don’t think she would ever think that. Did you see the way she was looking at you just before? I think she has the same feelings for you as well.”

Bucky had some thinking to do before he could get the guts to ask her out. While Bucky and Steve were in the restroom you sat at the table in a daze. A minute later another friend of yours cam over to talk to you. Wanda was sweet girl you met in middle school when she moved here from Europe with her twin brother Pietro.

“Hey y/n what was all that about?”

“I have no clue, I’m just as shocked as you.” You say with a little sly smile. Wanda noticed this and just blurted out.

“Oh my god you like Bucky, I can see it in your eyes.”

You shh her to get her to lower her voice. “Yes I like Bucky, but you can’t say anything to anyone not even your brother. I know you have that twin telepathy thing.”

“Ok I promise I won’t tell anyone. When did you start liking him? “Since I moved here, him and Steve saved me from Brock bullying me and I looked into those damn eyes and I was hooked.” You say with the biggest smile on your face at the memory.

“Are you ever going to tell him about this? I mean you’ve like the guy for a long time.”

“Wanda I can never tell him, look at him and where he lives. I’m from the other side of the tracks and he lives on the nicer side of town in a big house with rich parents. I mean don’t get me wrong, their families have never made me feel bad about where I live but I don’t know. I just feel like I’m not good enough for him.”

Wanda looked at her with a sad smile and a hug. She knew deep down that Bucky wouldn’t want to date her. She can’t compete with the other girls in the school who come from better families. She’s never really been ashamed of where comes from but she knows being with Bucky is an unatonable dream.

As her and Wanda pulled from their hug, Bucky and Steve were walking back into the cafeteria. “Hey I’ll talk to you later ok? We can hang out and make cookies at my place.”

“I’d really like that Wanda, thank you.”

As she got up to go sit with her brother she greets the boys.

“Hey guys how’s it going?” They both tell her they are good, and she says her goodbyes. The boys sit back down on both sides of you, and they look a little better now.

“So, about Thanksgiving? Should me and my mom bring anything this year?”

Everyone laughs a bit and go back to like nothing happened. As the week goes on, Brock is still relentless in his pursuit of asking you out and you keep telling him no. Man he can be annoying. He waits for you by your car, which isn’t much but it your baby. When you see him leaning on your car you prepare yourself for another five minutes of him begging you to go out with him. What is it with him lately?

“Y/N, what do I have to do to get a date with you? Come on we would make a great couple.”

“Brock when are you going to get it through your head that I’m not interested? Right now I’m really just trying through this year and find a good college. I don’t have time for your relentless begging. Besides you’re really not my type.”

“What do you mean I’m not your type?” Oh that really got him. “I’m good looking, I’m co-captain of the football team and I’m rich.”

“No brock, your parents are rich. And I don’t care if your on the football team. I want someone who isn’t as shallow as you are.”

Ok that really pissed him off, but you were on a roll and wanted him to really get the hint to back off. “Shallow, shallow? Listen here y/n, I’m doing you a favor by asking you out.”

“A favor? Since when is acting like a douch and bullying me when I first got here a favor to me?”

He was seeing red now, and you were about to be on the receiving end of a major Brock blowout. Before things could escalate further you saw over his shoulder, Bucky booking it towards you. You didn’t give Brock any inclination that he was coming behind him. When he finally got behind Brock he tapped him in the shoulder crossing his arms showing his bulging biceps. Well hello to Bucky’s muscles. No stop that, we are trying to piss off brock. When he turned around he gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.

“What is it now Barnes?”

Bucky just stood there staring at him, like he could blow his head up with his eyes. After a few more beats, brock had had enough.

“You know what, I don’t have time to deal with this. Y/N I talk to you later.”

“Don’t count on it Brock, the answer will always be the same.” You yelled back at him, Rolling your eyes.

“We’ll see.” With a roll of your eyes, you turn your attention to Bucky. Gosh he was so gorgeous when he wanted to intimate someone. It really turned you on to the point you wanted to say screw it and just kiss those beautiful pink lips he has. “Hey I was thinking, would it be okay if we went to your house to finish up that report on WWII? My house is crazy with my mom preparing for the holiday and I think we need some peace and quiet for this.” Bucky had asked. “Sure of course we can. My mom is at work until 7pm so it will just be us.”

You and Bucky got into your car. It wasn’t much but its been your dream car since you were little. A 1985 Buick grand national, Bucky and Steve helped you refurbish the engine it was your baby. On the way to your house you and Bucky sing every 80’s song that comes on the radio. That was one great thing about your friendship with Bucky, you both liked pretty much the same stuff. You get to your house and unlock the door. You and Bucky put your backpacks in your room then head to the kitchen to grab some drinks and a small snack to do your work with. Both of you sit on your bed and get to work.

Every so often you look at Bucky in your peripheral vision as he studies his book. Furrowing his brow in concentration looking so adorable. What you don’t see is he is doing the same thing when your not looking as well. He loves studying with you, especially when you guys are alone with no one to bother you. After about 2 hours of writing and bouncing ideas off each other, you both take a mental break from studying to have a snack and talk.

You both lay down side by side, eating and feeding popcorn to each other and laughing when you each miss the others mouth. Bucky turns to his side to watch you laughing. He has never seen you look so beautiful, hair out of your ponytail fanning across the bed head back in full on laughter. When you calm down you look over at him watching you. That’s when you see it, the gleam in his eyes like you’re the only person in the world. You look back him the same way and then it clicks for both of you. You’re mere inches form each other, and you both are moving towards each other like there is an invisible string pulling you. With your noses about to touch Bucky looks down at your lips then to your eyes as if\ asking permission.

He places a hand on your cheek and you lean into his touch. “Can I kiss you?” he askes. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that.” Then Bucky closes the gap and the kiss starts of sweet and innocent, like he might break you. Soon his hand moves to your hip and gently squeezes. You hand finds the back of his head and you start stroking his hair. He moaned into your mouth and that’s when it starts to get heated. Bucky then moves to lay above you and then slips his tongue into your mouth and your grant him entrance. Finally after your lungs start to burn needing air you both pull away, leaning on each others forehead. You're both panting looking at one another in the eye, smiling like idiots.

“How long have you wanted to do that Bucky?”

“Since middle school, but I didn’t truly come to terms with it till about a week ago. What about you?”

Giggling, you leaned up and kissed his nose. “Probably since freshman year.” Bucky leans back in a kisses you again. A few more minutes of kissing and Bucky rolls off you to have you cuddle him. You both look into each others eyes not wanting this moment to end. “Hey as soon as Thanksgiving is done can I take you out on a date?” “I would really like that Bucky, but what’s gonna happen when we get back to school? I don’t come from the same upbringing as you or Steve, what if people think I don’t belong with you and they tease me? What if the other girls who I know who have been interested in you think I’m not good enough to..” Bucky then kisses you passionately to shut you up.

“Y/N, I don’t care what everyone will think. You are the most beautiful, smart, funny, and down to earth girl I have ever met. No one else compares to you. Who cares what others think I love you!”

You stare at Bucky wide eyed at his confession, he looks back with so much adoration and no hesitation. You bring your hand up to his face and and look deep into his eyes. “I love you too Bucky.” After a few more minutes of hugging and cuddling you both get back to finishing your history work. Around 6:30 you both head back to the kitchen and decide to make dinner for the both of you and your mom when she gets home. When your mom gets home she’s pleasantly surprised that you and Bucky made dinner for her. After some light conversation about School and your moms work, she cleans up since you made dinner on her insistence. Bucky goes to your room to pack his stuff up so you can drive him home. You grab your keys and coat and say by to your mom, Bucky runs over and gives your mom a hug goodbye. You didn’t tell your mom what had happened between you and Bucky, wanting to keep it to yourselves until you had your first date. Besides the next day was Thanksgiving and all 3 families would be together and didn’t want the whole group to know just yet.

As you drive to Bucky’s side of town it hits you again. Just how different you both are, looking at all the big houses and nicely trimmed yards. Bucky can sense your Inner turmoil. “Hey, no non of that.” “I’m sorry, I forgot how good you are at reading me.” You get to Bucky’s house and park in the driveway. The two of you sit in your car for a few minutes and just stare at each other smiling. Bucky reaches over and cradles your cheek and leans in a kisses you goodbye. Oh you could kiss him for the rest of your life. When you kiss, the world does not exist its only the two of you. You both pull away and smile.

“I better get inside before my ma wonders where I’ve been.”

“Just tell her your bad influence bestie kept you out running a muck.” You tell him laughing. “Hey you can’t say that anymore, your my girl now.”

“Oh I’m your girl now? We haven’t had our first official date yet.”

“Y/N, you have always been my girl” He goes in for one more last kiss and exits the car. He leaves you there in a daze, realizing you really have been his girl. He turns around to wave you bye while you back out of the driveway and he enters his house and then you drive off to your side of town.

Bucky enters his house with a shit eating grin on his face. He hears his mom and dad in the kitchen going over the final plans for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, so he schools his face as he gets to the kitchen.

“Hi ma ,Hi dad.” He gives his mom a kiss on the cheek and pats his dad on the back. “You seem to be in a good mood, where have you been?” As Bucky goes to the fridge to grab a bottle of water his mom starts with the questions. “I went to Y/N house after school to finish this report we have in world history and then we made dinner for her mom and ate.” There is a mischievous grin on his moms face like she knows something, but he doesn’t read into it. “Plus I’m always in a good mood when I hang out with y/n.” He tries hiding that smile again. “Well I’m gonna head upstairs and take a shower and get ready for bed. Goodnight mom night dad.”

As he heads to his room his parents watch him suspiciously. “Honey, what’s going on in that head of yours?” George asked Winnie. “Oh nothing, I have a feeling our son will be telling us some good news soon.” George eyes his wife trying to figure out going on. He shakes his head ,he can never understand what his wife thinks and probably never will.

The next morning, you wake up to your mom shaking you awake telling you she made a special breakfast. “What makes this breakfast so special mom?” As you stretch and yawn. “Well honey, you and Bucky made me dinner last night so I thought I would repay how wonderful you are for doing that for me.” Y/N sat up and hugged her mom. “It was no problem mom, you’ve done so much for me, it won’t even compare to me just making you a simple dinner.” After getting up and brushing your hair and teeth, you head to the kitchen where your mom waits with the most amazing breakfast. French toast, sausage, eggs and fake mimosas, (orange juice and sprite) A little treat that your mom started when you were younger to make you seem like you were a grown up drinking from a champagne flute. As you both pile your plates with food and grab your mimosas, you both sit down at the table and clink your glasses together and laugh at how silly you two are.

Your mom watches you eat and starts thinking that soon it will only be her in your home with you soon going off to college. So she savers this moment while she can. After breakfast you head to your room and grab your phone to see a text from Bucky.

“Good morning beautiful, can’t wait to see you later.” You smile at his text. “Good morning yourself handsome.” You put your phone down and get ready to pick out an outfit for dinner at his parents house. You hear another ping and check your phone. “I love you.” You text back. “I love you too.” You fall to your bed laughing and smiling. You still couldn’t believe this was happening, you were Bucky’s girl.

As it gets close to leaving for the Barnes home your mom starts telling you to hurry or you’ll be late. After looking at yourself in the mirror for the fifteenth time, you finally come out and meet your mom at the front door. You both grab your coats and says she will drive to the Barnes house. Your mom notices you are extra jittery for some reason. “Honey, is everything ok? You seem nervous.” You look over to your mom and give her a small smile and tell her your good. She tried not to pry so she continued to drive. You pull up to the house and your mom sets it in park. You both head up to the door and ring the door bell. You smooth out the imaginary wrinkles on your dress while you wait. The door opens and you see Bucky in front of you and you both have matching smiles. “Hi.” He breaths out. “Hi Bucky.”

Your mom taps you on the shoulder to bring you out of your daze and steps forward to give Bucky a hug and enters the house. You finally move your feet and he brings you in with a big hug. “I missed you.” “Bucky I just saw you last night.” While you two are still hugging at the door, Winnie and your mom are watching you. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Winnie asks your mom. “I had an inkling but I think this has confirmed it.” They stand there smiling watching their children embrace like it’s the last time you will see each other. After finally releasing yourselves you close the door and further enter the house. You see Winnie and give her a big hug, next you see Mr Barnes and give him and equally big hug. The Barnes family see you and your mom as an extension of their own, as well as the Rogers family. Five minutes later Steve and his mom Sarah arrive with her famous pies. Mr Barnes announces that dinner will begin soon and you all start gathering in the dinning room and find your seats.

Winnie made place cards this year and sat you between Bucky and Steve. Before you start, Sarah rogers begins the Thanksgiving prayer. Everyone holds hands around the table but only you and Bucky interlace your hands and hold tight looking at each other. Afterwards you are all asked what you’re all thankful for. What everyone didn’t know was earlier you, Steve and Bucky texted each other saying all three of you got your letters from NYU but didn’t open them. When it got to Bucky he started.

“Well everyone we wanted to do this while we were all together but today all three of us got our letters from NYU and we wanted to open them in front of our family.” All the parents had shocked looks on their faces. Your mom already had tears in her eyes and all 3 moms were holding hands. George Barnes went a head and told Bucky for you guys to open them now. You all start to open your letters.

Steve got in on a full ride football scholarship, Bucky got in on a baseball scholarship. That lead to you, your face was in so much shock you had to be shaken by Bucky. “Y/N what is it, is it bad news?” You look at Bucky with tears in your eyes.

“I got in.... full academic scholarship! You don’t have to worry about paying for my college mom!”

Bucky practically tackles you in your chair and without thinking kisses the life out of you. Everyone in the room is looking with wide eyes and open jaws. After a few more kisses you both pull away and finally realize its really quite and see what you both just did. You look around and see everyone’s faces. “Oh crap.” You say as Bucky released you. “You guys are probably wondering what that was about?” Bucky breaks the silence. “We are dating and in love. Even though we haven’t been on an official date yet” He tells the parents. “Finally!” all the moms and Steve say in unison. “We wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit but I guess this is us saying it now.” You finally speak up. After the initial shock all parents get up and hug all three of you and congratulate you on getting into NYU.

Sarah, Winnie and your mom take you aside and tell you how they knew you both had it bad for one another but waited for you two to finally see it. Steve and George talk to Bucky and tell him its about time he maned up and admitted his feeling to you.

After all the congratulations are finished dinner gets started. Everyone laughs and is just enjoying each others company. You, Bucky and Steve talk about where you will live when you get to college and that’s when Mr. Barnes speaks up. “Kids I just want to say even though you all have full rides I’m not having you guys stay in a dorm. I’ll be paying for the three of you to live in apartment near campus.” The look on your faces is could rival a cartoon. “But, no hanky panky you two.” He points to you and Bucky. You both blush and look down at your laps. Everyone laughs and the mood had finally lightened.

Soon enough dinner is finished and you are sitting in the

living room having dessert and coffee. After a while Steve, Bucky and yourself go up stairs to Bucky’s room and discuss more about NYU. Then Steve brings up the one person you don't want to think about. “So, what do you think Brock will have to say when we go back on Monday?” before you can say anything Bucky speaks up.

“I don't give a flying fuck what he has to say!” You smack him on the shoulder and tell him to watch his language. You all laugh and fall all over each other. You really don’t care what Brock has to say either but you love it when Bucky acts possessive over you. “I really can’t wait to see his face though.” You tell them. An hour later its time to say goodbye. You hug Steve and Mrs. Rogers goodbye and they leave. Then its you and your mom, you and Bucky stand outside just holding each other saying I love you and how much you will miss the other.

You finally pull away and give one more kiss for the evening. Its not long because you can tell your parents are watching. “Text me when you get home safe okay?”

“I will Bucky, besides my mom wants to go shopping tomorrow for Christmas.” “Okay, hey how about after you finish shopping we meet for lunch?” “Will this be our date?” you laugh. “That will be a pre-date. Later that day will be our first official date.”

“Really, and where will you be taking me?”

“That is a surprise my angel face.” He then kisses you on the nose and walks you to the car. All your mom can do is smile while she drives back home. The rest of the weekend is a blur, after your date with Bucky friday night you were practically inseparable not that you already weren’t this was different. And soon enough Monday is upon you and its back to school. You decide to pick up Bucky and Steve for school that day. As soon as you get to the school and put it in park, Bucky is running to the drivers side and opening your door and give you his hand to hold. He kisses the back of your hand and you walk into the school. As you enter Bucky puts his arm over your shoulder showing everyone you’re his girl. As you head to your first class brock is waiting for you and the look on his face is priceless.

Before you get to the door Bucky turns you to face him and gives you a short kiss on the lips and tells you he loves you against your lips and hugs you goodbye. As he passes Brock with a look of utter shock he turns to him

“Hey Rumlow, how was your holiday break?” But he doesn’t wait for a response, and just walks to his class with a huge smile on his face. When you get to class and pass up Brock. “Brock what’s wrong? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something, you felling ok?” You also enter class with a smile knowing you have just brought his ego down several notches because he was unable to land a date with you. Brock finally snaps out of it and admits defeat and heads in after you.

When its lunch time it all seems like the usual lunch with one exception. You sit on Bucky’s lap the entire lunch hour and you can’t keep your hands off each other. Wanda runs up to you both and stands you up and gives you a big hug and tells you how happy she is for you. You look back at Bucky who is looking at you as well and tell her, “Happy isn’t even the word to describe how I fell at this moment.” She squeals and hops up and down and gives you one more hug before she sits across from both of you. Everyone at lunch is giving you shocked looks especially the snotty rich girls. But you pay them no mind because you have the most wonderful, caring and definitely the sexiest boyfriend anyone will ever have.

After graduation the three of you head to NYU and the apartment Mr. Barnes rented for you guys and it was the best years of your lives. Yes there were some ups and downs but what relationship doesn’t. When college graduation rolled around and you all were about to throw your caps in the air, Bucky tapped you on the shoulder. You turn around and he is down on one knee proposing with his mothers engagement ring. A simple but beautiful ring.

“Y/N, we have known each other since we were little kids and best friends ever since. Senior year I finally pulled my head out of my ass and confessed my love for you. Almost 5 years later we are ready to take on this world and why not do it together for the rest of our lives? Will you Marry me and officially become a Barnes?”

“YES! I will marry you!”

Everyone is watching and Steve is even recording it on his cell phone. After kissing you breathless, he slips the ring on your finger and rush to tell your parents.

You both may have grown up on different parts of town, but that never stopped you from becoming best friends then boyfriend and girlfriend, and now future husband and wife. Never be ashamed of where you come from, even if you come from the wrong side of the tracks.

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dear steve | steve harrington x fem!reader

Steve was everywhere she went which make it harder for her to move on from him, luckily someone will help her along the way.

notes: part 2 of august. eventual jonathan byers x fem!reader, so no jancy for this one. inspired by dear john. this one’s supposed to be a different fic but I wasn’t satisfied how it was written so added some things :))

i‘m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.

Eight weeks. Eight weeks has passed since that dreaded night.

It turns out that Y/N’s parents loved Hawkins so much that they decided to move there, much to Y/N’s protests.

To make matters worse, Y/N’s parents picked a house that is very close to Steve’s. So she had no choice but to see him and the girl he was with, whose name she later learned was Nancy.

It pained her heart to see them so happy but she was left on the sidelines sulking.

Even her mother noticed that Y/N was acting differently.

“Mom! I swear I’m fine and I’m not losing my mind! Just leave me alone!” she would often scream before running to her room, crying as soon as she closed the door.

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Y/N got out of her car as she made her way to school. She immediately saw Steve and Nancy by his car. She rolled her eyes before going to her first class.

After said class, a girl was handing out fliers for a halloween bash that will take place later tonight. She grabbed it and thought to herself that it would be a great distraction.

She went to the library during her free period and as she was looking through the shelves and she saw Steve and Nancy talking about something by the shelf where the book was located at. They both stopped and just stared at her as Y/N stared back. She just ran outside the library as trying so hard not to cry.

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Later that night, she got ready for a halloween party. She got in her car and saw Steve and Nancy getting in his car, both seeming tense.

She just rolled her eyes and drove away.

Y/N got to Tina’s house and tried to enjoy herself. She was surrounded by girls who just wanted to be friends with her because she’s rich and boys who just want to get in her pants.

Suddenly she bumped into somebody. He seemed out of place in the party. Didn’t even have a costume or anything. He was different but Y/N thought he was very interesting.

“Hey, what are you dressed as?” Y/N suddenly said as he passed by her.

“Huh?”

“I said what are you dressed as?” she repeated as she laughed.

“Oh, I’m dressed as a guy who hates parties,” he replied, chuckling as well.

They looked around and saw everybody either hammered, making out, or both. Y/N rolled her eyes at them before turning back her attention to the guy standing in front of her.

“Hey, listen I’m sick of this party and I’m pretty hungry. I don’t really know anybody here and you seem like that won’t kill me later on. So do you want to grab a bite?”

He looked around and shrugged, “Yeah. Sure. Let’s grab a bite, stranger.”

Y/N laughed, a genuine laugh which she hasn’t done in a while, “Well, my name’s Y/N,” she replied, offering her hand.”

“Jonathan,” he replied as he shook her hand.

They remained there, smiling at each other before they eventually went out to go to a nearby diner.

Little did they know, Steve was watching their whole interaction, with a displeased look on his face.

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Ever since then that night, Y/N and Jonathan were attached to the hip. Where one goes, the other follows. She trusted him completely that she even told him what went on between her and Steve.

She was afraid of telling this to anyone in Hawkins because she did not want to be labeled as a homewrecker or something like that. But Jonathan did not judge her, at all. He even shared the same sentiments that she had with Steve.

Y/N also quickly learned that there are strange things in Hawkins when Jonathan slipped and said to her that Will went missing the previous year. She was so confused during and after Jonathan told the whole story (after she signed a contract she was not allowed to tell anybody about this, even though it was not legally binding at all). But never the less, Y/N kept quiet and listened to him. She was there with Jonathan when Will was rushed to the hospital and when he got out and brought back the the Byers’ residence. When they got there, she expected Will’s friends to be there.

However, what she did not expect were Steve and Nancy to be there as well, which she learned from her classmates broke up the night that she met Jonathan.

Y/N just stayed beside Jonathan the entire time as Steve stared daggers towards their direction.

When they finally devised a plan, Y/N went to get some space heaters and Steve followed her.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“Us?”

“There is no us, Steve. You made that very clear, when you didn’t write back to my letters or returned my calls, or when I saw you sucking face with Nancy.”

“But--”

“I know she broke up with you, Steve. But just because she’s out of the picture, that doesn’t mean I get to e put back in. I don’t want to be with you Steve. Not anymore.”

With that Y/N left Steve alone in cold, just like he did to her.

It felt liberating. For the first time in a long time, she did not feel the need to cry when she faced him.

She was also encourage by practically everyone to go with the Byers’ in the cabin. Any doubts that Y/N had about Jonathan’s story were gone the moment she saw that thing come out of Will’s body. The family sat there, hugging each other. Y/N felt a little bit out of place until Joyce pulled her in as she joined their family hug as well.

Y/N looked at Jonathan as he just chuckled, placing a kiss on Y/N’s temple, all of them trying top calm their breathing down.

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December rolled by and Y/N and Jonathan made their relationship official.

Steve was long gone in Y/N’s heart. To her, she would only be a reminder of what happened last summer.

Y/N has never been happier. She constantly felt that her cheeks were hurting whenever she was with Jonathan from all of the smiling. She has never felt this loved so much in her life.

The two of them volunteered for the Snowball in the middle school. Right after that, the two went back to the diner where it all began, with a little less awkward talks, more laughter, and more love to one another.

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