#looks like that pic of the girls at the party where they're all staring at you in disgust LOL

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POV: you walked into the wrong alleyway

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Guernsey -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: none.

summary: you meet Harry’s parents for the first time.

notes: I finally wrote something I like and it wasn’t a request🫢. I hope you enjoy lovelys🫶🏼.

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Me and Harry have been together for almost five months now. We met through instagram, he followed me, liked my posts, then finally sent me a message. Since then we've been inseparable, texting every day and it feels like I practically live in his apartment since he doesn't want me to leave, saying “no… don’t go, just one more night?” Along with his best puppy dog eyes. I get along great with Harry's friends, especially Tobi since he was so welcoming. After meeting Faith at Tobi's birthday party we became quite close and have had many great conversations. I feel as though I can always go to her if I need someone to speak to or if I just need some advice.

Today Harry's talking me to Guernsey to meet his family for the first time. We woke up early and threw on a comfy outfit then headed to the airport. When we arrived we went through security and waited around for a little while before actually getting onto the plane. After just over an hour we were landing in Guernsey.

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"Oh my god, this place is fucking beautiful." I stared out the plane window in awe of the island. Harry chuckled at my giddiness. I'm so excited to meet his family, unfortunately Rosie is at uni and Josh is on holiday so ill have to wait a little longer to meet them but ill get to see his parents. He's met mine multiple times but our schedules have never been clear enough to spend a weekend here, so when we got the chance we immediately booked the flights.

Once we'd collected our bags and were making our way out of the airport we spotted Harry's dad stood leaning against his car. I took a deep breath. "You have nothing to worry about. They're gonna love you." Harry whispered into my ear. I looked up at him "ok let's go."

"Hello, nice to finally meet you. I'm Harry's dad but you can call me Adrian." He spoke in a very cheery voice. My nerves instantly calmed. "Hi, I'm y/n." I introduced myself. "Yes I know. Harry don't stop talking about you." He chuckled. I looked over to Harry, his face was bright red and he'd gotten all embarrassed. "Does he now?" I teased him. Adrian laughed once again "well we better get going, Sue is desperate to meet you."

When we arrived outside of Harry's home my jaw dropped, it's practically a mansion. We hopped out of the car, Adrian and Harry grabbed our bags and I headed inside to introduce myself to his mum. Harry told me that the door was unlocked so I pressed down the handle and pushed it open. I was immediately bombarded by Herb, who seemed very excited to see me. I'd spent quite a lot of time with the dog since Harry had brought him with him back to London a few times.

"Hello! Come on in." Harry's mum Sue pulled me into a hug. I smiled "It's so nice to meet you." She walked me through into the kitchen "Are you hungry? I just made lunch." My eyes lit up "I'm starving and that smells amazing!" She smiled "great." Harry burst into the room seconds later and came to stand next to me. "You hungry Harry?" His mum asked. Harry nodded. "Alright, food will be ready in ten. Why don't you to go and get settled in." Harry gave me a quick toor of the house then showed me to his room. "See I told you they'd love you."

After lunch Harry wanted to take me on a walk to show me one of his favourite places on the island. So we put on our coats and shoes then he put a harness on Herb. "Come on let's go, Herbert!" Harry shouted and seconds later Herb came running towards us. I opened the door. "So where are we going?" I asked as we walked down the street. "My favourite beach." He replied.

"Wow, I can't believe you grew up somewhere like this." I admired the waves as Herb played in the sand. "I didn't appreciate it enough when I lived here, but now that I don't come here as often I realised how much I miss it," Harry said without breaking eye contact with the view. I placed my head on his shoulder and let out a breath. "I love you." "I love you too Haz."

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Hey hope u doin good🙏 So I came up w an os idea (When i was supposed to study physics). So like imagine Xiao has a little polaroid pic of the reader in the corner of his mirror and like they're goin to a party or date and he like practices convos while lookin at the pic or at himself like "Hey Y/n, lookin good tonight- no that doesn't sound like me". He be fixin his hair and tryin again

"Hey Y/n you look really pretty tonight"

And imagine like Scara is his step bro and catches him during his self conversations with his mirror and imitates our voice so dramatically to mock or tease him

"Oh Xiaooiii~ thank you~ you look so handsome yourself mwuah mwuah kiss mee~"

Xiao would get embarassed but angry and be like

"Get out of my room"

I'm disappointed in this scenario, I hope you like it honey! I'm doing great, I hope you are too :)

Synopsis: Xiao is just getting ready to meet you, but his brother decided to stop him.

Warning: female reader, swearing, insults (not towards the reader), Scarа annoying stepbrother. bad english!!

Xiao hates parties, but if accepting Venti's invitation means meeting you, he's fine with it. More precisely, he is ABSOLUTELY for this idea. He had to go through almost all of his clothes to find something that was durable, stylish, but at the same time moderate.

Even after he found the perfect outfit, combed his hair, and brushed his teeth, the nagging fear in the back of his mind made Xiao pace nervously around the room. Although he was portrayed as a playboy, a handsome guy who broke girls' hearts, those who really knew him knew that Xiao sucked at romance. Everyone knows, especially Scaramuccia, who does not stop his ridicule even at night.

Xiao looked at the mirror, in the middle of which hung your photo. He leaned one hand on the wall next to the mirror and began to “practice” with the most confident voice.

“Hey [name], how are you... no. Hey baby, you look damn good today! Idiot, this is too much, you’re not even dating.” Xiao covered his face with his hands and almost screamed, but quickly stopped. I should have sought advice from Lumine, not Hu Tao.”

He remembered with annoyance this girl who was busy with coffins, and why he thought that she would help him with her advice.

“I need to show [name] that I’m glad to see her.”

After that, he put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming to this party too, do you want to go outside? Too fast". He coughed into his hand and grinned, "I'd like to find a quieter place so we can talk more... uh... friendly?"

“Of course, honey, I will be very happy!”

A high-pitched, affected voice reached Xiao's ears: “[Name]?”

“Of course, silly!”

"Scaramouche!?"

He turned his head and stared in shock at the intruder.

“Why the hell did you come here?”

Scaramouche pouted and leaned against the wall.

“My home is where I want it to be, that’s where I go. Keep going, you're going to screw up anyway."

"Just get out of my room!"

«Darling, don’t drive me away!”

Scaramouche stepped closer, forcing Xiao to move away, looking at his brother with disgust:

“Let me kiss you!!”

“Go to hell! [Name] doesn’t have a voice like that.”

“Who cares, all the girls have it squeaky, like a rat’s – AH!”

“You are a rat yourself, a goat!”

“Decide who I am, a rat or a goat, a fool in love.”

Scaramouche held Xiao’s hands, not allowing himself to be pushed: “It’s because of the girl that you have become so flabby.”

“flabby?!”

“ONLY NOT IN THE HEAD!”

Xiao slammed the door in Scara's face and groaned in frustration.

I just lost time because of you. Silence greeted him outside the door. Xiao squinted and began to listen. Usually he kept breaking down the door.

“I agree, it’s almost seven.”

"What!"

His eyes found a photo of you smiling, holding the bouquet of flowers he gave you that day. Xiao can only hope that he doesn't screw up today.

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member — vampire!seungcheol x human!f reader genre — fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort (?), humor word count — 1.5k warnings — mentions of blood (reader's), sulky pouty cheol but he turns into softie happy cheol, an ounce of angst, an annoying little kid (but he's cute), reader is referred to as wife (but they aren't married) & uses she/her pronouns notes — from this dialogue prompt list i found! thanks @onlymingyus for the cheol pics :)

one reblog = one bucket of halloween candy

“hey, nice costume, man! the blood looks really realistic!”

it’s late halloween night when you’d suddenly had a craving for curly fries. having wrapped up the festivities for the night, seungcheol had driven the two of you to the nearest fast food place, grateful for the new “open 24/7” hours they’d recently added.

but in your sudden hunger, you’d forgotten that your boyfriend had had a snack of his own earlier; the bandaid on your neck is still fresh– and your blood is still smeared across his mouth in a rather unflattering way.

you both have your costumes from earlier on, too lazy to change into something more comfortable for a simple late-night food run.

you’re waiting for your order by an empty table inside when someone speaks up. seungcheol jumps, and your eyes dart across the room to see where the voice is coming from. by the register stands a man with a little girl, no older than six or seven, holding tightly to his hand and staring at cheol with nervous eyes.

“uh, thanks,” he says stiffly, glancing at you. you shrug imperceptibly, mouthing “i forgot!” at him.

“i don’t like monsters,” the little girl blurts out, her eyes still glued to seungcheol.

the man laughs. “you don’t have to be afraid, sweetheart, he’s not a real monster. it’s a halloween costume!”

you nod awkwardly, and cheol gives the man a tight-lipped smile.

“number 117?” a worker's voice cuts through the restaurant. you rush forward to grab your order, grateful for the excuse to leave.

you open the passenger side door and climb into the car, instantly met with a scowl from seungcheol. you open the glove box and hand him a napkin– ironically, a cheap party napkin, black and white printed with bats and vampires, that you’d taken back with you from your friend’s party.

“i told you we should’ve gone through the drive thru,” he mumbles, dabbing at the corner of his mouth.

he turns to face you. “did i get it all?”

“no, you've still got a little– cheol, there’s a mirror right… nevermind.” you sigh, forgetting. 

he pouts, pursing his lips and tilting his chin down to look at you with sulky eyes.

you lick your thumb and reach across the center console to wipe it along his lips. he keeps his mouth closed tightly as you work, so your finger won’t get caught on his sharp teeth. he's always careful like that around you, as if you're the most delicate person in the world.

"there, all gone now. nothing to worry about," you say, leaning back into your seat.

he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel. you flip on the radio to fill the silence. the local station has been playing seasonal music since october 1st, and even more so tonight.

michael jackson croons about thrills in the night over the radio speakers as the car drives on, the streetlights casting long shadows, shifting across the dashboard. seungcheol drives in silence for a few minutes before he finally speaks.

"i'm not a monster," he says quietly.

you turn off the radio so you can listen to him. "of course not, baby, nobody ever said you were."

"that little girl thought i was."

the car goes quiet again. you study his face, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the road, purposefully avoiding eye contact with you. nothing but the humming sound of the heater fills the air, starting to grow tense.

"she was just a kid, cheollie. kids don't know what they're talking about," you say, trying to comfort him. you reach across to lay your hand on his thigh. "you're anything but a monster, honey."

"but i hurt people," he says finally.

"not anymore."

"but i did."

"but not anymore."

he sighs, relenting. “i know.”

“good.” you give his leg a gentle squeeze. “you’re the least scary person i know.”

he gives you a half-hearted smile and turns his attention back to the road.

as you drive through the town, the streets are still lined with trick or treaters; it’s late, so most of them are older kids, but there’s still a few little ones here and there. witches and skeletons, superheroes and black cats, and everything in between run along the sidewalks, swinging orange buckets or pillowcases filled with sweet treats.

soon the car rolls to a stop in front of your house, and seungcheol turns the key in the ignition. despite his protests about drawing attention to you, he’d finally relented and bought a few decorations for the front yard: simple strings of orange lights wrapped around the trees, and small pumpkins lining your driveway. you’d wanted to put more out, but you didn’t want to push him. it’s only your first halloween together, and you’re already planning on spending many more with him. there’s plenty of time to amass more decorations later.

you make sure the porch light is flipped on, inviting any late night stragglers to come and raid the bowl on the steps for candy. you’d wanted to put the candy inside the house and make them ring the doorbell, so you and cheol could show off your costumes (you were especially proud of how natural your homemade cape looked next to his authentic, centuries old one) but all you’d gotten was a pout and a firm ‘no’ from him.

it’s been decades since seungcheol interacted with humans as much as he has recently, and you’re determined to slowly but surely bring him out of his shell. you know everyone would love him; if only they’d meet him, they’d see him like you do– a big ol’ softie, the sweetest and most caring man you’ve ever met.

no sooner have you shut the door and started to slip out of your costume that the doorbell rings. you ignore it, hoping they’ll take the hint and take some candy instead, but seconds later it rings a second time.

you glance at seungcheol, still holding your food in one hand.

he sighs. “go sit down, i’ll get it.” 

you nod, giving him a warm smile and taking your seat on the couch. you hear the front door squeak open, and a little voice calls, “treat or trick!”

a woman’s laugh. “it’s trick or treat, honey.”

you turn to look behind the couch, careful not to twist your neck too far and risk reopening the wound. a mom and a little boy stand in your doorway, the child peeking his head around seungcheol to look into your house.

cheol may not have wanted decorations for the outside of the house, but he couldn’t stop you from covering the inside of the house in leaves and pumpkins. the boy’s gaze finds you, watching from the couch.

“is that your wife?” he demands. you giggle, lifting your hand to wave at him.

the woman shushes him. “don’t ask things like that, honey, it’s rude.”

seungcheol laughs, and you can tell it’s a real, happy laugh. “not yet,” he says, and you grin, hearing the smile in his voice.

“is she a vampire too?”

“ma-aybe,” cheol says, pretending to be ominous, and the kid gasps.

“cool!” he turns to the woman. “mom, they’re real vampires!”

she laughs. “no, they’re not, sweetie. now, what do you say?”

“oh.” he sticks out his little orange pail. “trick or… treat?”

cheol swoops his cape around, playing up his role. “let me see what i can go find– in my lair!”

he turns around dramatically and walks into the kitchen, leaving the boy to tug at his mom’s sleeve and point excitedly. “do we have anything else? the bowl is out,” he calls out softly to you.

“top cabinet,” you reply with a smile.

he grins and gives you a thumbs up, bringing the extra bag out to the door.

“happy halloween, mr. vampire!” the boy calls, waving behind him as he walks away.

cheol stands in the doorway, waving goodbye and closing the door behind him with a sigh before coming around the couch to plop down next to you. he wraps his arm around you, gentle to avoid your neck.

“see? like i said, nobody thinks you’re a monster,” you say, hoping the sweet interaction with the boy has lifted his mood.

“no, they do,” he says, then breaks into a smile. “but at least they think i’m a cool monster.”

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cold cheek. “the coolest monster i’ve ever met.”

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News Travels Fast

(Connected to my fic Into The Arms Of The Enemy. Danny's parents killed Phantom and only after realized he was Danny, and now Danny is a full ghost. Skulker has basically adopted Danny, as Danny barely remembers his life before appearing in The Ghost Zone.)

(Danny has a bad chest injury from his death, it's not described in detail but it is mentioned so be warned.)

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Danny phases through Sam's wall and turns visible. "Hey guys."

Sam runs up to Danny, immediately trapping him in a hug! Tucker is right behind, bringing all three of them down into a hug pile on the floor! Danny laughs. "Guys, it hasn't been that long!"

"For you!" Sam scolds, sitting up. "But we're still used to seeing you every day!"

"Yeah, two weeks is like an eternity!"

Danny tilts his head. "I thought humans can't comprehend eternity."

"It's an expression," Tucker says with a shrug. "You forgot that one, too?"

Danny rubs the back of his head. "I can't remember a lot of sayings. Or, stuff about how being human feels, all the way. Like um, gravity. I can't really remember what it feels like to experience gravity."

"Whoa." Tucker stares at Danny with wide eyes. "Do you remember, uh... what's some human stuff?"

"Um... being tired after gym?" Sam supplies.

Danny thinks. "I... think it feels kind of like using too much energy, right? Like having to stay invisible for too long?"

Sam and Tucker shrug.

"... Kinda hard to compare these things, I guess."

"You're the only one who ever could," Sam says.

Danny gives her a confused look. "I could?"

...

...

...

"Danny... um, do you remember The Accident?"

Danny thinks, hard. "I... got caught in something, right? And I got zapped pretty bad."

"Do you remember what happened after that?"

Danny sits there, so still he could be a non-possessed statue. "I, uh... um..."

"Oh, whoa." Tucker looks into Danny's eyes. "You really don't remember any of it?"

"I-I don't even remember what my childhood was like," Danny says, almost defensively. "I didn't remember my own name at first! I-I only remember stuff when something makes me remember! Like seeing you guys, or-or seeing... them." His gaze flickers nervously to the window. "The um, the dampener is working, right?"

"Your ecto-signature is totally Fenton-proof," Tucker assures. "But dude, I think we need to talk about what happened after that Accident, 'cause it's kinda important-"

"HEY FAIL-EY!"

Tucker startles. "How did he even find me here?!"

Danny peeks out from under the bed. He hadn't even realized he'd dove under there. "Why does that voice scare me? It's not a ghost hunter, right?"

"It's just Dash." Sam stalks over tot he window, opening it up. "Go away, Dash!"

Danny floats over, peeking out.

"THE GEEK OWES ME HOMEWORK! AND IT'S BEEN LONG ENOUGH NOW THAT I CAN PUNCH HIM IF HE DOESN'T HAVE IT!"

Danny's core pulses, a freezing-heat gripping him. Without thinking he leans out, right through the wall, and shakes his fist at Dash. "LEAVE TUCKER ALONE!"

All parties freeze. Danny's scowl drops into terror. Dash gapes at the half of the ghost boy sticking out of the home. Sam looks ready to both fight and flee.

"Holy- Phantom?!" Dash's shock breaks into a grin. "DUDE! WHERE YOU BEEN?!"

"Uh... huh?"

Dash takes a picture. "You look kinda different, dude!"

"Uh, I-I died."

Dash laughs. "Funny, dude. Alright, bam! Got your pic up, now everyone knows you're back!"

"No, wait-!"

A girl comes sprinting down the sidewalk. "IS IT TRUE?" She stops in front of Sam's house, looks up, and almost swoons. "Ghost Boy! You're back! I knew that eel-ghost-thing couldn't get rid of you!"

"I- what?" He looks at Sam. "Was I a ghost hunter too?"

"Uh, not exactly, I mean, kind of but not like your parents-"

"Hey, Phantom!" Another kids runs over. "Whoa, why're you blue now? I thought Dash just used a filter!"

Danny ducks back into the house. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no, they're going to come here,, I-I don't want them to-"

Tucker pulls Danny up so that he's stand- er, floating, tall. "They won't get you dude! I'll work on disabling their tech, you just get back to The Ghost Zone! The portal you used is still open, right?"

Danny shakes his head. "But Frostbite gave me this sort of copy Infini-Map, it can't pull me anywhere but it can show where portals are."

"Then use it!" Tucker pulls out his PDA. "Get home, man!"

Danny turns intangible, but lingers for a second. "I'm sorry about ruini-"

"You just wanted to protect me dude, it's what you do! Now go!"

Danny zips out of the house, keeping up his invisibility as he flies out and tries to follow the map to the nearest natural portal. A crowd of people is gathered below Sam's window, her parents both posing for pictures and trying to get answers for the sudden attention.

Danny looks at the map, and then notices an approaching sound. He looks up, and screams! The news helicopter passes right through him, but the shock is enough to make his invisibility fail right after!

"Wait, Chuck! There he is!" The reporter shouts, pointing back at Danny.

Danny dives for the ground, right into a trashcan! Somehow, it feels like a saddeningly familiar place for him to be stuck.

He hears a crowd run by the alley. He turns intangible again, slipping out of the can and out into the street-

A dog slams into him, barking happily! Danny shouts, the impact making his invisibility fail again. Cujo goes wild with joy, licking Danny's face and yipping loudly!

"THERE HE IS!" The girl- Paul-something?- leads the crowd over! A reporter shoves through the gaggle of teens, sticking a microphone in Danny's face!

"Danny Phantom, I'm Cheryl Blon-"

"Leave me alone!" Danny grabs Cujo protectively. "You'll lead them right to me!"

"Lead who? Did you disappear because you're on the run? This just in, Danny Phantom is-"

"Who's Danny Phantom?!" Danny floats up, clutching Cujo to his chest. "My name isn't Phantom!"

"But you said it is!" The girl is staring at him with big, watery eyes, looking... betrayed?

"I don't remember that!" Danny feels trapped, his chest feels tight, and wet, oh god his Death Wound is leaking again-

"You have amnesia, then? Do you know what caused it?" The microphone is shoved into his face again.

"I died, leave me alone!" Danny tries to fly up and away, but someone pops out of their apartment window and takes a photo with an old-timey camera. Danny shouts as the flash blinds him for a moment, making him lose his focus and fall on the ground!

The crowd swarms, people hovering over him and asking questions and taking pictures and he can't focus leave him alone leave him alone-

Danny hears a deep growl, and screams! Suddenly he's being lifted up by his hoodie, and finds himself looking down on the crowd! Cujo, in his Largest Form, has picked Danny up by the bottom of his hoodie! Danny feels it starting to slide up, rub against his Death Wound-

"Phantom, please, just a few more questions! Do you know why the ghost attacks have decreased? Does it have something to do with The Fentons ramping up their-"

"NO!" Danny hugs his chest. "NO! NOT THEM!"

"Whoa, dude, they're like, totally stupid though," Dash yells from the back.

Danny feels tears welling up in his eyes. "LET ME GO HOME!"

"Just a few mo- oh-oh, my..."

The crowd falls silent.

Danny looks down.

The hoodie has slipped all the way up. His arms slipped up with it, just barely preventing the fabric from pressing on his neck.

His gaping chest wound is fully visible tot he whole crowd, including the live news cameras.

He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking. The tears freeze as they fall tot he ground, his Core pulsing with panic, and oh god can they see it? Can they see his Core through his ribs?

"Please let me leave," he sobs, not really fully aware of what was happening anymore, just scared. "Please, I-I don't want to die again, I don't want them to kill me again-"

"You didn't have that before." It's the girl... Paulina's? voice. It's soft. Danny doesn't think he's heard it that soft before, but he can't really remember enough to know.

"What did that?" Dash breathes. "Phantom, dude-"

"NY NAME ISN'T PHANTOM, STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Danny slaps his hands over his head. The name hurts, it makes his chest burn, it makes the echo of a Yell bounce around his skull. An angry, hateful yell, Got you now, Phantom!

"I'm not Phantom," he sobs, eyes squeezed shut, back in that construction site, pleading, holding his hands out. "I'm Fenton, I'm Fenton, please don't hurt me, please-"

He hugs himself, curling up. He whimpers. "Please."

...

...

...

"Fenton?"

"N-no way, he- Phantom's been around for... but..."

"They... did disappear... at the same..."

"Kwan, don't even-"

"Dash, dude. ... He's like, dead-dead now."

"But-but how did he-"

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

Danny's eyes snap open. Skulker now hovers in front of the crowd, aiming a blaster at all of them. Danny Core pulses with that freezing-hot feeling again. "Don't shoot them!"

Skulker stiffens, and then relaxes. He lowers his arm, but doesn't retract the weapon. "Don't you morons know how disrespectful asking a ghost about their death is?!" he snaps at them all.

The crowd stares. There's a long pause of silence.

"... Are you guys like, allies now?" Dash calls out.

"Quiet, whelp!" Skulker turns around. The scowl lessens. "Are you alright?"

Danny shudders. "My chest. They-they all saw my-"

"It's okay." Skulker floats up to Cujo's mouth. The dog has been glaring and growling through the whole event, but reluctant to put Danny down to attack. Skulker holds up his hands, and moves to unhook Danny's hoodie from Cujo's mouth.

He holds Danny up while Danny takes deep breaths. "Why-why wouldn't I think, or-or get away-"

"Ghosts are made, mostly, from emotions," Skulker says solemnly. "For some, it affects their powers more than others. Strong emotion can either cause and overload and release... or a complete shutdown."

Danny hugs himself. "... I ruined the hoodie," he mumbles. "Jazz is gonna be so sad."

There's some gasps from the crowd, murmurs of Jazz, Fenton's sister? So it's true then? But how?

"I said quiet!" Skulker snaps at them. The crowd silences again. "He's a child!"

"You're one to talk!" Paulina shouts.

"Things are different now!"

The sound of screeching tires echoes through the street, and Skulker scowls. He sees the Fenton RV flying their way. He looks back at thee crowd.

"If you want to know what happened so badly, ask the killers," he spits. "They're almost here."

He grabs Danny's hand, and Cujo shrinks back down and hops into the hood of the hoodie. The little dog growls at the Fenton RV that's just a few feet away, visible to all.

Known to them as Danny's Accused Killers.

By the time the RV parks, the time Jack and Maddie jump out with their containment devices and weapons and blasters, things meant to maim and kill the already undead, the three ghosts are long gone.

But the crowd remains.

The reporter stalks up to them, not a trace of a smile on her face. "Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, how do you respond to allegations that your son and Phantom are one and the same, and that you were responsible for his death?"

She shoves the microphone into their faces.

The crowd waits. Angry.

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"I didn't mean to get caught, the-the blond one was threatening Tucker and I just felt a-"

"A need to step in?"

Danny nods.

"You seem to have an inability to not," Skulker sighs. "Something in you drives you to protect. It earns many enemies."

"... Did I have a lot of them when I was alive?"

Skulker nods.

"... Skulker... Sam and Tucker mentioned something about an accident. They talked about it like... I don't know. Like I died then, had ghost powers then. But I know I died recently. And those people... kept calling me Phantom. Is that..."

He looks at the logo on his hoodie, and traces it. "... What did they all mean?"

Skulker keeps looking ahead as they make their way to Danny's lair. "I'm not sure. But maybe it's best not to find out." He looks at Danny's chest. "It clearly hurts."

"But-"

"You should stay in the Zone for longer this time." Skulker stops them in front of Danny's Door. "So this can die down."

"But I want to know-"

"Danny." Skulker looks him in the eyes. "Sometimes, it's better not to knowing. Knowing can... change things. Drastically. And you've had enough of that for a while."

Danny hugs himself. "... So I should just... forget it all?"

Skulker doesn't break eye contact. "Yes. For now, forget about Phantom. It doesn't matter anymore."

[loneworldgazer]

stongest duo celebrating your birtthday

a/n: extremely self indulgent because my family didn't celebrate my birthday💔💔

warnings: big manga spoilers!!

(this is a whole goddamn au where geto didn't have his villain arc)

backstory on y/n's part

after gojo defeated toji, the death of riko effected geto so much, he tried finding many ways to distract himself

after the day of yuki giving her opinions to geto, he felt like he couldn't sleep a wink with how the gal's speech is gluing itself messily to his mind but he tried to pay no heed to it

with a mission of exorcising a few curses, he didn't let words linger into his head and focused on his task

but he stopped in his tracks when he saw a child squatting near a bed of flowers sobbing heavily on their lap

geto crouched down, asking what was wrong with the mess of the child with the pain in their eyes as they struggle to explain what the situation was

"my f-friends are t-trapped, please follow-" he didn't waste his time and immediately scurry with the child whose fast on their feet

there it was, two girls bruised and dirtied while sobbing in each others' shoulders behind bars which made geto's heart dropped

"hey! you can't just-" the elderly had no chance to speak when geto snapped at them, telling what kind of actions and motives would lead to locking up two poor girls

whatever excuse was denied as geto scared them off with his own curses and tried freeing the children who shook when the lock of the prison collapsed on the ground

he tried to comfort them, letting a little curse zap from his finger to try to entertain them a little and nanako seemed to tap on mimiko's shoulder to also try to comfort her sister as they crawl over to him

soon, geto finds out that your name is y/n and that your parents were really nowhere to be seen, that's why you were left with the twins except you couldn't do anything when they were locked up

geto kind of chuckled to himself walking home with all of you, kinda like being a dad with 3 kids

immediately shoko tended to everyones' wounds and geto watched while the children stared back at him, he waved back telling that it'll be okay

"sugu-" gojo froze when he sees 3 kids being treated and he also had two kids tagging along and geto nodded, willing to explain so he stepped out the room with gojo for a second

you tugged on his shirt, looking up at him, scared to be left alone but he reassures that he's just gone for a second to talk with the creep with the white hair (gojo: i can hear you-)

shoko didn't say much, just tried to rub your head and smiled when you nodded at her as a thank you

a little interruption wouldn't hurt since idk how to countinue this but soon geto tried teaching you how to defend yourself with your cursed technique both gojo and him found out

(you can skip this bit but y/n has a technique to make dead live again and non-living things live, this was especially adorable when geto found out the small paper cranes that flew over his head were controlled by you while you try to make more origamis when you saw that big smile on his face)

also where he teaches nanako and mimiko how to use their cursed technique, gojo would mess around with you while you try to fight him but question marks appear around your head when you couldn't touch him

on with the birthday~~

"suguru, i just found out that these children that we adopted has no birthdays!! minus megumi and tsumiki, they're whatever-" geto also gasp in realization and their brains begun to work

"how about today??" "- great idea!!"

well uh having to tell principal yaga wasn't that hard which they were kinda grateful that he wasn't stoic and grumpy at them this time

a birthday gift from yaga made both of the two idiots pause and it was one of his dolls, being a puppet for sometime to entertain the kids during the party

"it's not a cctv right-" "-idk satoru it might be"

they both started setting up banners and gojo ushered megumi and tsumiki to put birthday hats on and wait to suprise them

with megumi unamused and tsumiki humming to suprise everyone, the cake set on the table nearly fell when you walked in

"oH shit-"

"happY BIRTHDAY!" you did not listen when they told you to wait in the room with the twins (you were hungry, you weren't to blame) but with the half baked suprise and not synced happy birthdays, it made you smile and call loudly for the others to come to the room

both their hearts melted when you placed birthday hats on the twins and eventhough it was slightly tilted, they weren't complaining

gojo wanted to be extra and pull out extra cameras to take a pic of everything but you stepped in sooo phone selfies it is

snapping hundreds of pictures of you shoving cake in geto's mouth, mimiko lending a spoon to tsumiki and megumi and nanako patting the doll that yaga gave them, it was perfect chaos

best birthday yet♡♡

bonus

"so how was it, y/n?" both the twins sleeping in their room when you held onto geto and gojo's hands while you three walked outside under the moonlit night filled with pretty stars, if only nanako and mimiko weren't heavy and fast sleepers, they would love this sight.

humming, the child bumped her head on both their arms and giggled. "i'm very happy with my two dads, of course it was the best birthday party ever :DD" you melted them and they're sinking away, you've done it.

the night ended with laughs of unison, if possible echoing throughout the school, this was the best time you've ever had in your life and you wish it's alway like this.

bake me pls this fic is making me feel so empty, i just want two chaotic father figures named gojo satoru and geto suguru

[meet-me-in-the-kitchen]

Haylor Thoughts Masterpost

Just Haylor things, just because.

Last updated: 11/22/2021

I ran out of space, here’s the second part to this post for more updated content

Harry’s Songs about Taylor

Taylor’s Songs about Harry

Haylor Kissing in Times Square, NYE 2013 (a new angle showing their faces!!!)

Taylor Walking By Harry at the 2015 BBMAs (Clip)

Why I Think ‘Ready For It’ is About Harry

Masterpost of All Haylor Hangouts (Post "Break-Up" in Public Eye)

Harry Fixing Taylor’s Scarf in a Lobby (cute, lol)

Haylor Communicating Through Cryptic Lyrics from Other Artists' Songs

Timeline for Every Song Written on Fine Line

The Haylor Dynamic Explained

Taylor Wearing Harry's Shirts

The Infamous Attic H & T Would Sneak Into (ft. Ben Winston)

Stevie Nicks Gave Harry and Taylor Exclusive Necklaces

The Haylor Ring

Why If I Could Fly is Haylor

When Haylor Started Dating (Connor Kennedy/Timeline Info) -- Our Story Begins in New York

Sweet Disposition, Riptide, and Harry <\3

Harry and Taylor's Duet of Purple Rain at the 2013 VMAs Afterparty

Bitter Posts Taylor Liked on Socials After Yachtgate (Hendall)

H + T at Jingle Ball 2019

Respectful Discourse on Joe Alwyn/Taylor Swift

Why Only Angel is About Taylor, Not Kendall

Happily & Jealousy for Connor Kennedy

Could Cruel Summer Be About Harry Styles? (Chain Post)

Details on Calvin Harris' Song Olé + How it Touches on the Haylor/Tayvin Dynamic in 2015

Chain Post on Calvin Harris & Haylor

If You Swap 'Creature' with 'Disposition,' Sweet Creature has Some Serious Haylor Parallels

Sweet Creature Theoretical Discourse / II

High Chance that H&T Got Olivia Together

Why ‘Death By a Thousand Cuts” is About Harry (in depth analysis!)

Folklore

The Major Exile Theory Explaining Everything

Addition to the Exile theory (British Crown reference)

Fascinating Theory on How the 'Escapism Chapter' Relates to Haylor

If You Think the lakes Sounds Like 1989--That's Because it Does

Is Harry Styles Behind the Pseudonym, William Bowery?

Taylor Swift's Interview on Exile

Cardigan Footnotes and How They're Similar to Harry's Adore You Monologue @ Tiny Desk (Clip is linked)

Why It's Strange Taylor's Putting out Footnotes

Home and Haylor

Exile is Not Fiction

This is Me Trying Main Theory (Lyrical & Historical Haylor Parallels)

August and One Direction’s Summer Love Parallels

Interpreting Taylor's Interview (Ships passing in the night could be referring to Jaylor & Hamille)

This is Me Trying Theory--Alternately Why it Could Be Harry's Perspective

Haylor at the Lake District in 2012 (Windmere)

The Lakes, Hoax, and Haylor

Why The Lakes Has a Good Chance of Being Haylor

Taylor’s Response to TBSL

Exile is About Jealous Harry at the 2015 BBMAs, Response to Woman

Two Ghosts x August Parallel

Betty x FTDT Parallel

So it Goes x The 1 Parallel

Every Song on folklore About Harry

Exile is also a Response to MMITH (Proof Haylor Broke Up in a Hallway?)

Illicit Affairs is About Haylor

Taylor Mimicking Harry’s Falling Music Video for Cardigan

Taylor Indirectly Apologizing for Calvin (The 1)

My Theory on How the Teenage Love Triangle Parallels Haylor (James vs James Dean)

Falling x Cardigan GIFs (omg)

Cardigan lyrical parallel with Olivia (HS) and Clean (TS)

Cardigan Referencing Haylor Park Outing (High Line, NYC)

More Cardigan x 1989 References

Mirrorball is Taylor’s Response to Sign of the Times

1989

You Are in Love is About Haylor (Photographical Evidence)

part one , addition to part one

Taylor Referencing OOTW in her Maid of Honour Speech

Proof Haylor was Together in 2014

Taylor Talking About Harry Being the Person She’d Expect to Interrupt Her Wedding

Taylor Wearing Harry’s Shirt (2014)

Haylor Secretly Together for T’s 24th Birthday and into 2014

Harry’s Post Indicating their Reunion on Same Day ‘This Love’ Was Written

Picture of H+T at VSFS 2014 Afterparty (Taylor performed Style)

At 3:12 of OOTW MV, Taylor Wears Harry’s Initials on the Side of Her Wrist

Haylor After Meeting At Caleb Followill’s Bday Party (2015)

How You Get the Girl is About How Harry Got Taylor Back

Miscellaneous (1D, Lover, Fine Line, etc.):

Pretty In-Depth Analysis on WITW and Haylor Songs from Fine Line (with pics XD)

Why Walking in the Wind is About Taylor (With Photographical Evidence)

Common Sense on if Haylor Was Together

Why Afterglow, Fine Line, FTDT, etc. Are Haylor AF

Why ‘Sign of the Times’ + Its MV May Be Haylor

Why Golden Parallels the IKYWT MV (the music video’s monologue) and why the song is about Taylor

Explanation on Why Riptide is Significant to Haylor + Sweet Disposition

Furious Love at First Glance

Two Ghosts Unreleased MV

Olivia is About Taylor

For Those Who Live Under the Delusion Haylor Was for PR to Feel Better About Themselves

Short Fan Edit of Haylor Moments (Taylor talks about Harry)

Another Fan Edit of Haylor Moments (All You Had to Do Was Stay)

Anne Twist Posts a Cover of Cornelia Street (2020) Fun Fact: she still has a picture of Gemma, her, and Taylor’s sock clad feet on December of 2012 on her Instagram.

Early Days

List of Videos on Their Relationship Timeline (up to 2017)

Harry Looking for Taylor at Jingle Ball

Harry Staring Shamelessly at Taylor’s Ass

Harry Touching Taylor’s Arm in Front of Paparazzi

Harry’s Multiple Posts About Taylor Being His ‘Winding Wheel’ Decoded

Lyrical Parallels in their Music

The Last Time & Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Clean & Olivia

Wonderland & FTDT

Afterglow x Fine Line Parallel

From the Dining Table

@taylorswift

Also: check my haylor tag. It fills up with content I don’t always put on here :)

[ladyanput]

ClassSalt where Jagged does another interview in the bakery and with permission he gets to film in Mari's room. The class are watching it live, still think they're kinda friends with Mari. Surprise surprise there's no pics of them hanging only of Mari's designs, Luka, Kagami, and Felix and when asked by Jagged Mari just smirks in a way they know they fucked up and she says "the class I was in at Dupont aren't friends." and bam they're outed in public bc she's out as MDC so everyone knows it them

The class was buzzing with excitement, all gathered at Alya's place as they watched the TV. The newest designer, MDC, had become the biggest hit in Paris amongst teens and adults alike. Whoever they were, MDC just seemed to know exactly what people were looking for.

Many of the students in Miss Bustier's class wore the anonymous designer's designs, more so lately as Lila had revealed to them that she was actually best friends with the designer! She had been the source of inspiration for the Miraculous themed hoodies that were recently released.

"I can't believe we're finally gonna see who MDC is! I bet he's really handsome!" Sabrina giggled, squirming eagerly in her seat.

"Do you think he'd design us some dresses for graduation?" Rose piped up, a hopeful sparkle in her eyes. Graduation from lycée was just around the corner, many looking forward to finally be free from school forever.

"I'm sure he will, Lila will put in a good word for us." Alya grinned, her phone out, all ready to write updates on her blog about this suspenseful reveal.

The class watched in bated breath as the show's intro song played, then a pretty reporter appeared on screen. Estelle Desrosiers smiled brightly at the camera, sitting in a chair, in a very familiar room.

A familiar pink room."

"Hello Paris! This is Estelle Desrosiers, here in the room of the famous MDC and her head model!" Estelle spoked brightly, her green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. The camera panned over to a couple sitting on a couch, and the class flinched when they heard Alya drop her phone.

"Marinette...?" She whispered out, the blood slowly draining from her face.

"That's right, Paris, the beautiful Marinette Dupain-Cheng is the one who has taken the world by storm! At the age of eighteen, she is the youngest designer to have grown to such heights!" At Estelle's words, Marinette blushed, but kept her bright smile, her hand gripping Adrien's as the camera focused on them.

"Now, Marinette, how did you manage to find the time to start this brand of yours? You're still in high school, after all." Estelle was practically bouncing in her seat as she spoke.

"Let me tell you, Estelle, it wasn't easy." A soft chuckle left Marinette as she sat up a bit more in her seat. "You see, my time was always taken up by being class president, planning parties for friends, or making those friends special outfits for dances. If my life was still like that, I still probably wouldn't have this brand going."

"What do you mean?" Estelle tilted her head slightly, looking cartoonishly confused, playing it up for the camera.

"Most of my friends tossed me aside when something new and shiny came along." Marinette's smile strained slightly, but a supportive side hug from Adrien emboldened her. "And with them ignoring me, I found myself with more free time. And Adrien here let me stay at his apartment to get the big projects done, the ones I didn't want any unsavory people to steal."

"Apartment?" Nino whispered in surprise, his brows rising in shock. "Since when does the dude have an apartment?"

"He got one a year ago." Juleka chimed in, drawing the class's gaze to her. She flinched and quickly lowered her gaze. "From what Luka told me, Adrien made money from modeling for Marinette, so he put it in a bank account his father couldn't access."

"It probably also helped that my lovely princess did commissions for a lot of family celebrities." Adrien spoke up, planting a soft kiss on Marinette's cheek. Then his sharp gaze met the camera's and his grin grew sly. "Such as Jagged Stone, Clara Nightengale, Prince Ali... She knows them all personally. Hell, she has Jagged Stone on speed dial."

As Estelle and the couple kept talking, the camera panned around Marinette's room, showing off the designer's very pink work space, with her mannequins, her sewing machine, her walls plastered with designs and sketches of possible projects.

"Wasn't... Wasn't there more on Marinette's walls?" Kim swallowed thickly as a lump formed in his throat.

Alya could only stare, realizing Kim was right. All of the pictures of Adrien was gone, so was the massive schedule, the wall of pictures of Marinette and her class. They were all gone, no trace of them seen anywhere. Not even a framed photo on her computer desk. M

It was then Alya realized she hadn't bee in that bedroom in years, not since Lila became her best friend.

The class listened in stunned silence as Marinette and Adrien went on about how they pulled this off, with the help of a few friends, how Adrien managed to get free from his abusive father (that no doubt going to greatly damage the Agreste fashion brand), and how they ended up dating.

"To be honest with you." Adrien got a bit of a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "I probably wouldn't be dating Marinette right now if I didn't grow a spine. Because of a new girl in our class, everyone kinda ganged up on her, and I watched from the sidelines like a coward. But I had a long talk with a close friend and he made me see the error of my ways."

"This class of yours, did they see the error of their ways as well?" Estelle frowned, raising a delicate brow.

Marinette smiled at the camera, a smile that the entire class felt was the swinging of the axe.

"Not in the least. But oh well, thanks to them, I got to where I am today. And I'm much more careful with who I trust."

[texasthegreatdestroyer]

OC x Canon ship excerpt. Trinity x Qrow.

The winter's draft nipped at her legs as she walked through the door of Brunswick Estate. Probably would have done her well to wear some proper leggings, or just pants in general, but after her time in vale, during those cold winters, she couldn't find it within her to really care. Her main concern was just past the door of the bar and entertainment room. Where she knew she'd find him sipping down whatever his cold, shaken hands could grasp at.

She opened the old, wooden door, tiptoed past the threshhold, as if to be weary to not set the dusty bird's nerves off more than they already were. The past two days had been... rough for him, and upon gazing at those beautiful eyes, a gut drenching sadness made themselves at home deep within. Trinity's plans to lay low in his presense failed however. "What do you want?" He sapped. "Look, I know you want to get all "touchy and feely" but I'm not in the mood, got it? Just leave me be." A lump was stuck in her throat as she tried to speak out. It was hard for her to breath. This man knew how to stab a girl's heart into the ground.

"... I wanted to apologize... for trying to force you to talk. I should have just given you your space... I just so badly wanted to save you... like you did me. I guess I'm not as good at emotional support as you are...." Qrow couldn't help but stare at her. Silence remained between the two, but just as Trinity turned to leave, Qrow poured another shot and slid it off to the side of him, leaving him with nothing but the bottle. Not like this was anything harmful to him. He lacked the class to avoid drinking from the bottle it self, and felt no shame for it. Trinity turned her head to the sliding noise, and what was originally just a brief stare turned into a full fledge turn around. This in turn irked Qrow a little. "Stop looking at me like a dork, sit down, and have a drink."

A sweet, gentle smile came to the gal's face, as she walked over to him, taking a seat over by him, and looking at the amber liquid in the glass. It had been awhile since she'd last had a drink. She quit when she met Qrow. Mostly for Mimi's sake, but when Mimi passed, she still couldn't bring herself to drink again. Not when Qrow veiwed her progress as satisfactory. He dragged her out of a rut, and the last thing she wanted to do was disapoint him by going back in... but now... he was handing her a glass of that same ol liquid regret that she forced herself to avoid. "I...haven't drank in awhile..." "Eh... What's stopping you now? The world's going to end, might as well go out satisfied."

She wanted to ask questions, she wanted to turn that forlorn face into a smile some how, but she knew better than that. The last time she tried, he actively avoided her the rest of the day, "I... don't know... I believe we can do something... I just don't know what yet." "How can you even say that. You heard lamp lady. We're done for. I know you're trying to be optimistic, but you'll just end up disapointed. So why even bother?" Trin's face formed into a scowl, as she looked over at Qrow. "Well it's better than sitting here and self loathing!..." Qrow looked to Trin with a hurt expression on her face. Trinity had begun to feel bad... wait... No! No she didn't! She was right and she knew it! "Qrow, I understand that you're hurting. No one is hurting nearly as much as you are right now. You lost a friend today, and you lost countless others to this unfortunate war. You devoted your whole life to this only for it to be futile. That's plenty of reason to want to give up, but what good does it do you? Why give up when you can go down fighting? And last time I checked, Qrow mother fuckin Branwen is one hell of a fighter!" Confidence gleamed through a bold smile on her face. Only the smile slowly faded as Qrow turned away. And so she stared down at the drink in front of her. She knocked it back real quick, and then stared down at the mahogony bar surface, which captured the light of the candles that had been lit.

"Ya know... I can't tell you what to do. You're a grown man. You can choose to roll over and give up, but I'm not. We need to keep fighting. Each day we push back is a day people have with their loved ones, and a day to take in the beauty this world has to offer, so I'm gonna keep fighting." Trin didn't take notice, but Qrow had turned away because he was hiding a smirk. Her words had touched him so. "I'm sorry..." The man's gravely voice hinted lightly of guilt and distress. "I've been an asshole. I'm not gonna sugar coat it. Ever since this journey started, you've been my cheer leader. You've always been in my corner, even when there were times you really shouldn't have been. I can't even repay you with some basic human decency. For that, I'm really sorry Tex..."

Tex... A name the girl wasn't even sure if she owned anymore, as she kept digging herself further into a hole trying to save someone who veiwed himself as "unsavable." The name that had sought to hide her past, one that had only recently returned to her out of guilt. Her name was Tex... Not Trinity.... Tex... Atleast that's what he called her, the man who she devoted her life to, something foreign to him. "I wish I could be like you... confident... optimistic... But I can't. You're amazing, and I'm worthless... unworthy-"

"Mother fucker!" Qrow flinched at the sudden cut into his pity party. "You're fucking fabulous, amazing, adorable, brave, kind hearted, caring, outstanding, heroic, daring, stunning,-" "Uuuuh... Tex???" "Georgeous! Stylish! Sweet! Worthy of love!-" "Tex!" "Fanfriggintabulous!" "TEX!... Slow your role! I get it!" Finally, she'd settle down, watching with relief as he let out a soft chuckle, swishing around the contents of the bottle. "You know... Ya always say that you bring misfortune to those around you, but... honestly... You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're my good luck charm, my sweet little bird." Qrow's face flustered a bright red. His heart throbbed with ever word that fled from those soft, black lipstick lips of hers. He felt warm inside, a feeling that had seemed almost foreign to him these past couple of days. His arm rose from the bar's wooden surface, and he plopped his hand down onto the wolf faunus's head, petting over her ears ever so gently. Enough to get her to purrrrrrrr~ softly. A sound of which brought Qrow some peace and serenity "... That's my little cheer leader...."

-experpt end.

Welp, hope people liked that good ol cheesy bullshit. I do take writing criticism, however "Ew! You ship an OC with a Canon character!" Is not one I take, so don't even bother. And here's a pic of my gal if you're curious of what she looks like. The art is done by me.

In the story I'm writing, this 4'8 lil gal follows Qrow and his merry band of adopted children around Remnant. She's typically a rowdy, take no shit kind of gal, and the two are constantly goofing around like two pals. Their favorite form of banter is going back and forth with calling each other a dork because they both understand how cheesy of an insult it is, and they're just an adorable couple of goof balls. Feel free to ask questions about her. Well, I've contributed to the small pool of canon x oc content, time to go forget I ever made this life decision. :D

[what-the--curtains]

Braving the Elements

Chapter 8: Tonys Party

Tw: Alcohol consumption, swearing , bad writing???

Authors note: we about to get a lil soft and a lil angsty babyyyy

(The balcony)

(The next morning in the kitchen)

Honestly both songs r like how I envision they’re relationship ANYWAYS HERE WE GOOO

“So, just how fancy are these parties?” you ask Nat and Wanda who are currently lying on your bed.

“Think Jay Gatsby meets James Bond.” Nat responds

“Shit, don’t think I have anything that nice.” you say skimming through your clothes which had finally found their way onto hangers. You had a lot of nice pieces, but nothing suitable enough for a black tie event. You had left most of your more exquisite garments back at your old apartment.

“No worries we have plenty, you can borrow something from us.” Wanda says closing her phone, before declaring that you should all get ready so you won’t be late. Nat and Wanda leave, then re-enter, your room carrying various dresses.

The dress you end up choosing is a midnight blue satin number. The top has a deep v on either side, exposing your back and a good portion of your cleavage. The top is tight to your body and gathers at your natural waistline before flaring out into a structured A-line skirt. You twist your hair up and pin it, pulling a few curls down to frame your face. Nat’s settled on an off the shoulder black, skin tight dress with a slit going all the way up her thigh. Her red hair clipped to one side giving it a wind-swept look. Wanda emerges in a long sleeve, scoop necked, mermaid style, maroon dress, opting to keep her hair loose for the evening. Pulling on your heels, Wanda shuffles you both out the door in the name of getting to the venue on time.

You wind up talking to Clint for a while and after ensuring he knows that you were not joking when you had asked him to teach you how to shoot a bow and arrow, you decide to go talk to Nat who's just been left by Wanda whose now at the bar talking to Vision and the rest of the boys.

“Well they all clean up nice” you say to Nat and she turns her head to face you.

“You know,” Nat says “ I think Wanda may like Vision.”

“Right!” you exclaim a touch too loud, realizing that you were slightly tipsy already. “We should set that up.” You stress to Nat who whole heartedly agrees. As the two of you make your way to the bar you can’t help but notice the small group of beautiful women who had gathered around Bucky. You couldn’t blame them, he’d slicked his hair back exposing his perfect jawline and the navy blue suit he was wearing brought out those eyes you liked so much.

You reach the bar and say “Someone’s popular tonight” nodding your head in Bucky’s direction

“Oh he always is, it’s the eyes,” says Steve

“and the hair” Sam chimes in

“20$ says it’s the arm, I know a few girls with a metal kink” you joke, causing Sam and Nat to burst out laughing and Steve to turn a lovely shade of red. The four of you talk for a while politely making conversation with anyone who came up for a chat.

“Jesus how stuffy can this party get.” you say while fanning yourself. Half falling off your chair you slur out an “ I gotta pee.” to the rest of the group before heading off to the bathroom. Exiting the restroom you manage to catch the tail end of a conversation between two smug, older, looking business men.

“I can’t believe Tony Stark is slumming it with mutants nowadays, what would his father think? I thought the commie soldier was bad, but this? Bringing in freaks of nature it’s too much who knows what they're capable of.” one of them says “Very well put, wouldn’t mind fucking her though she’s got a great ass.” the other one says looking right at you, almost as if he wanted to make sure you had heard him.

You bunch up the skirt of your dress in your hands and swiftly make a beeline to the nearest balcony. You can feel your chest tighten and your eyes start to well up. Stop it, you will yourself. Stop it right now. Don’t let them see you cry. You swing open the balcony's doors and finding no one there you exhale, resting your elbows down onto the banister, and dabbing away the few tears that had gathered in your eyes. Staring out into the lights of the city you focus on your breathing tuning out to the clatter of the party behind you.

You weren’t the only one to hear the man’s cruel words. Bucky had been standing nearby and overheard it as well. After seeing you practically run outside, he pulls himself away from the girl he’s been with all night promising to be right back, suddenly finding that the only thing he could think about was you.

A familiar voice breaks your silence and the noise from the party seeps back into your auditory field. “Hey, I said are you okay” the voice asks again.

Wiping away a tear and composing yourself before turning to face Bucky you smile brightly

“Never better, besides I’ve heard worse. I mean they said they’d fuck me, god what a compliment!” you scoff leaning back onto the railing. He rests his forearms on the banister and looks at you. “Well they did get one thing right”

“Ya, you're right, my ass is pretty great.” you say absentmindedly, causing him to laugh.

“No well , I mean yes, but bringing me in was definitely a bad move.”

“Oh, well that was a given” you quip back pushing yourself off the banister and straightening your dress.

Between the dress you had on and the way the loose strands of your hair were blowing gently in the fall breeze Bucky couldn’t help himself. Moving off of the banister he places his non-metal thumb under your chin drawing your gaze to him. He wants to kiss you right there, but not wanting to look like a fool, he waits for you to make the next move.

You meet his gaze and for a second you think you can see his eyes dart down to your lips. Figuring that the multiple glasses of champagne had got you imagining things, you turn your head away.

“You should get back in there I bet the girls are missing you.” you say, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze before walking back into the party. God if there was ever gonna be a moment it was then and you just blew it. You compartmentalize your mistake by ensuring yourself that your mind was simply playing tricks on you. He had tons of lovely women wanting to leave with him, why would he want to waste his time with you.

“Stupid” Bucky mutters to himself watching you leave. He was stupid to think you’d want to be with him. He just thought after that night in the kitchen that you felt something for him. He knew he felt something for you. Feeling upset by the rejection he decides to keep his promise and return to the girl from the party.

You walk back to Nat and Wanda making up some kind of excuse for taking so long.

After a while It was just the three of you. Sam and Bucky had left earlier with a couple of the girls and Steve and Vision had offered to help Tony clean up a bit. You convince Wanda and Nat to stay a bit longer, not wanting to run into, or hear, Bucky and his date in the room next door.

“God we have to have an actual night out” says Nat “not enough booze here and not enough dancing!”

“You know I think I know the perfect place,” you slur , “next time we go out your gonna see the underground of New York”

“Alright drunky,” Wanda says” let’s get you home.”

10 A.M., the next morning

You wake up with a dry mouth, feeling like shit, and regretting drinking so much last night. You cover your face with your hands and drag them down realizing that you had passed up on an opportunity to have a night of fun with Bucky. Before you can get too caught up in your thoughts you feel spit gathering in your mouth and you know you have to get to the toilet ASAP rocky. You make it to the toilet just in time before spilling your guts into the porcelain toilet. You have just enough time to fashion the belt of your dressing gown into a makeshift hair tie before vomiting again.

“Death!” you shout dramatically causing a distraught Sam to run into your room

“Whose death? Where?” he shouts jumping from side to side

“MINE!” you yell “I think I just threw up the equivalent of a human being.” You groan while crawling out of the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt, open nightgown and recently repurposed belt wrapped in your hair. The ridiculousness of your outfit causes Sam to erupt in laughter.

“Don’t move! I GOTTA get a picture of this” he exclaims with glee before running out of your room

“Samuel, don’t you dare!” You shriek chasing out after him passing by Bucky and the gorgeous brunette from the night before, and running into the kitchen.

“ Oh my god.” says Wanda stifling a laugh.

“Hey I think I look pretty good for a dead bitch!” you exclaim before striking a pose causing them both to laugh as Sam snaps a pic

After politely escorting the woman to the door, Bucky turns around just in time to see you running after Sam.

Following you into the kitchen he laughs at the line. He was amazed how different you were from the girl who had jumped through a moving cars window a few days earlier. You seemed lighter, happier. He knew he wanted to spend more time with you but didn’t want to ask you outright, especially after you had rejected him last night.

“Send me a copy of that will ya bird boy?” he says pouring out a cup of coffee

“So lover boy how was she?” Sam asks

“I don’t kiss and tell” he responds

“So that what the kids are calling sex nowadays” Wanda says with a smirk “huh who knew!”

You laugh along with the others, but you can’t stop yourself from feeling upset at the thought of him with someone else, still not fully understanding why