#rox had forgotten

[theroxian]

shoutout to the only girls ever btw

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: another week...

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When Bucky leaves, you feel less than relief. It’s easier to breathe without him around but your heart continues to race. You don’t move until you see him drive away. You steel yourself with the manufactured lie before you go back inside. 

As you do, you’re surprised to find Roxie beside your mom, both of them close to the front window. You sigh. Were they watching? You guess you can be thankful Bucky hadn’t done more than talk. 

Your mom faces you with a sheepish grin, “so... did you get it?” 

You look between her and your sister. Roxie has her phone in hand and an arch in her eyebrow, “I’d die for a boss like that.” 

“I...” you glance the screen before she can hide it. Oh. She had a picture of him pulled up on Google. So, they both know exactly who he is. 

“He must be really hands on if he came all the way down here to offer you a job,” Roxie tilts her head. 

“That’s the sign of a good boss,” your mom insists.  

“Really, I think his eyes were the kicker. So blue.” 

“Rox,” your mom nudges her. “A man like him, he’s got line ups, I’m sure. Besides, she’s too young for him.” 

“Well, I’m older,” Roxie smirks, “maybe she can get me a job too.” 

“Er, uh,” you wring your hands, “I should start dinner.” 

“You didn’t say if you go the job,” Roxie challenges. 

“Yeah,” you utter softly, “I got a job. Just cleaning.” 

“Hey, it’s better than nothing,” you mom assures as she comes to you. She puts her hands on your shoulders, “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Mom,” you try not to look pained as you return her smile, “it’s nothing. Really. A cleaner.” 

“We all gotta start somewhere.” 

“Yeah,” Roxie scoffs, “most of us a lot sooner.” 

“Oh, don’t be such a downer,” your mom lets you go to spin on your sister, “don’t rain on her parade.” 

“Whatever. I’d rather hand out flyers than clean toilets,” she rolls her eyes. 

You purse your lips and shy away. You feel worse that they believe you so easily and why wouldn’t they? No one would think that someone like you would merit such a preposterous offer from a man like Bucky. You still can’t really believe it. 

Maybe it’s just some twisted hallucination. You could wake up tomorrow and be just like you were before. You never thought you would long for that but now, being alone, being the loser, that feels safe. Being noticed, being someone, that’s terrifying. 

🃏

You take your time making dinner, a brief escape from reality. The distraction keeps you busy enough that your chest stops thrumming, yet your nerves are still spastic. You’re not very hungry once it’s done but you make yourself eat. 

Roxie heads off for work shortly after you gather up the dirty dishes and your mom goes to change into her pajamas. She startles you as you scour the pan you used to bake the chicken. You splash yourself and hiss. 

“Sorry, hon, I was just coming to check on you,” she leans against the counter, “you’re nervous, aren’t you?” 

You shrug, to fraught to answer. 

“You get restless, I can tell. You do everything just to keep from fidgeting,” she says, “it’s going to be okay. You’ll be just fine and you’ll see, it’ll be nice to have your own money.” 

“I know, mom,” you murmur, turning your face down to the sink, “it’s not that I don’t want to work, I just... I guess it’s the change that freaks me out.” 

“Change is good, even if it’s scary,” she says. “You’ll see.” 

“Mm,” you hum and try not to shatter, “I just want to help out.” 

“Hon, you worry about yourself. Please--” 

“No, I owe you.” 

“Owe me? I’m your mother. I just wish I could give you more,” she smiles and squeezes your arm. “If you’re not some busy working girl, we’ll celebrate on my day off.” 

“Sure,” you accept grimly. 

She leaves you and you’re silent as you finish up the dishes. You put them away and wipe the counters. When you finish, you shut off the lights. You say good night from the doorway and retreat into your room. Tomorrow. That’s all he said. That’s the only detail you go before he strolled off. 

You grab your phone and fall back on your bed. All you want is to lose yourself in a fic or a discussion board or even just scrolling mindlessly. You can’t. It’s like he’s taking over everything. There it is, that little icon you rarely see, a new message.  

You pull down the menu and stare at the preview. Two hours ago. You’re surprised he didn’t show up to check why you hadn’t answered. Again. You will at least need to send something before the night is over. 

‘Hey doll. I’ll send a car tomorrow morning at nine. Just bring yourself.’ 

You shudder and stare at the blue bubble around the text. Oof. Nine? That’s early for you. You suppose it’s about time you break that bad habit. 

‘Sorry. I was making dinner. Nine is good. Thank you.’ 

You hit send and put your phone down. You slide your laptop across the bed and open it up. You’ll watch something. That old BBC drama you found on the free streaming service has been pretty interesting, but you think you only have one episode left. That’s good, you can’t be up all night. 

Your phone buzzes. Shoot. Alright. You can do this. You have to get to it. You swipe up your phone again, surprised to find it’s still shaking.

Oh no. He’s calling! 

You panic and nearly hit decline before you manage to drag your thumb the other way. You put the phone to your ear, unable to muster even a squeak. What do you say? 

“Hey, doll,” Bucky’s voice drawls from the speaker, “hope I didn’t interrupt dinner.” 

“No, er, we’re done.” 

“Ah, and are you alone?” 

You frown, “yes?” 

“Good, good. Isn’t that sweet of you, cooking dinner for your family. That’s what I like about you. You take care of those you love.” 

You gulp. You don’t know what to say. 

“What was for dinner?” He asks as you hear a soft rustle. 

“Um, chicken and potatoes,” you answer bluntly. It’s an easy question. 

“You’re not busy or something?” He wonders. 

“Uh uh,” you shake your head even though he can’t see, “I’m just... in bed.” 

“Early night, huh?” He asks. 

“I guess, I was going to watch a show.” 

“Right, right,” he clicks his tongue as something taps followed by other indiscernible movements, “you in your pajamas? Bet those are cute?” 

“Not... yet,” you croak. 

“Mmm,” he purrs, “I just got out of the shower.” 

“You... did?” 

“Getting ready for tomorrow,” he explains, “gotta admit, I’m a bit impatient. You’ll see that about me, doll. When I want something, it’s hard to wait.” 

“Uh, oh...” you stutter out. 

“For you, I can,” he vows, “doll, do me a favour.” 

“A favour?” You echo thinly. 

“Mmm, yeah, I want you to get in your pajamas and send me a picture. Just to tide me over,” he coaxes. 

“A picture?” You open your eyes wide and gape at the wall. 

“Sure, just a taste. I wanna know what I should imagine next to me when I lay down.” 

“What?” You squeak, shocked by his insinuation. Imagining you?! 

“I can’t help myself. It’s lonely here.” 

“I...” you pick at your lower lip, “one sec. I... I gotta...” 

You put the phone on the bed and push yourself off the mattress. You trip on your own feet and hope he can’t hear you stumbling around. Your pajamas are kind of silly. You don’t really have any sexy ones. Maybe if he sees them, he’ll change his mind. 

The only matching pair you have have snoopy on the top and a large check bottom on the pants. You fish them out and change. It’s okay. He can’t see you at that moment. Still, it feels like he is watching you. Just as his presence has lurked around you all day. 

You go back to your phone and fumble around, “sorry, I... just... figuring out the camera.” 

You hear his timbre but can’t make out his words from the small speaker. You open the camera app and flip the camera. You move around, trying to take the pic, and lean the phone on the top of your dress. You angle it and mutter to yourself as you struggle to set the timer. 

You take several pictures before you’re not entirely discontent. You look awkward in all of them. The pants, like all your pants, are too long and gather around your feet. You don’t know how to pose either. Quite frankly, you look frightened in every single one. 

“Alright, I think...” you babble and find your way into the conversation and choose the least egregious frame. You hesitate and close your eyes as you push your thumb down on the arrow. 

You bring the phone back to your ear, “are you still there?” 

“Always, doll,” he assures and once more, the phone shifts around noisily. “Mm, Snoopy? I like it. More of a Woodstock myself but... Mm mm mm, you look good.” He pauses as you wriggle and your cheeks burn hotly. “Sexy.” 

“No,” you burst out without thinking. 

“No? You don’t think I’m telling the truth?” 

“I didn’t... say so, it’s... just pajamas,” you sniff, “sorry, I didn’t mean to argue.” 

“Doll, relax. Thing about you, you don’t even have to try.” 

You don’t reply. You have no idea what to say or even if you should believe him. You saw the picture, you look in the mirror every day, you know what you are. It still feels like some weird game. 

“Here, gimme a sec,” he says from his end. 

More rustling and the noise of a digital shutter. Your phone vibes shortly and you pull it away from your cheek. You squint at the screen as it lights up and an image buffers in the conversation. 

“Huh, uh, it’s not loading. My phone is--” you nearly swallow your tongue and gasp. 

Oh gosh. It’s a picture of him in almost nothing. Just a towel. His long hair is damp and pushed back and his dark beard contrasts his bright blue eyes as he aims the lens of his phone at himself in the mirror. His stomach is ridged with muscle, his chest trimmed with hair that trails down, and the towel hangs low, giving a generous hint of his pelvis. The vee above the fabric feels overly salacious. 

“Doll?” You hear the low tone of his voice and make yourself look away. You raise the phone again to your ear. “Everything okay? You got really quiet.” 

“I...” 

“You like what you see?” He asks coyly. 

You put your hand to your forehead, your flesh is fiery. It’s so much so fast. Just that morning, you’d convinced yourself you would never see or talk to him again. And now he’s sending you pictures like that and... flirting with you? 

“Yes,” you eke out then cover your mouth. He snickers and you clear your throat before you peel your hand away, “sorry, I mean... you’re... you... you must work out.” 

“Doll, you’re too adorable,” he says. 

You don’t say a word. You’re mortified. He knew you saw that. He knows you’ve seen him like that. He sent it! 

It’s all too much. You’re lightheaded. You rub your chin and shiver. 

“I should... sleep.” 

“Mm, me too,” he says, “hopefully I dream of you.” 

You giggle nervously, “really?” 

“Sure, doll. All I can do is dream. Until tomorrow,” he sighs, “and what about you? You gonna dream about me?” 

You squeak and stammer, “I... I... I...” 

He laughs again, “you really are so cute in those pajamas.” 

“Please,” you blurt out, “delete it.” 

“Now, why would I do that?” He challenges. 

“I don’t... know.” 

“I love it,” he insists, “you’re not deleting mine, are you?” 

“N-no, no, I’ll keep it.” 

“Hm, good,” he intones, “it’s all for you so don’t you go showing me off to all your friends.” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “Promise, I won’t.” If only he knew you don’t have any friends to show. 

[lindyloosims]

This is the story about an ordinary girl who took a gamble and left her home town with her best friend in tow. She had a dream, and she had the courage to follow it, regardless of the outcome! Whether or not she fulfils that dream is anyone's guess. But this is also the story of a handsome young man who had a dream too! He wanted to be a successful artist, he wanted to be in a famous band with his brother and best friends! Now he finds himself chasing that dream, sacrificing his two year relationship with a girl he thought he loved…until he found out what love really is and how it feels, now he will learn that the heart is not a toy, and that feelings that are so intense can tear your world apart and turn it all upside down.

This is the story of Lainie Robertson and Dexter Maloney. But it's not just about them, it's about the people around them too, their friends, relatives and lovers! This is how it all began, one touch and Pandora's Box was opened…

Chapter One, Part One:

"We really did pick a great time to move in Lain!" Roxy Harmon chuckled to her best friend, "Snow tonight apparently!"

"Oh well, these little things are sent to try us!" Lainie Robertson smiled and surveyed the dilapidated bistro she was honoured to be standing in!

"This is never going to work Lainie!" Roxy eyed the surroundings and winced at the sight of torn wallpaper on the walls showing the bare wood behind it.

"Relax Rox, this is so going to work! Just you wait and see! Once we've got it spruced up we can open and business will pick up! There isn't another diner for at least 2 miles! Have faith friend, have faith!" Lainie seemed too excited to listen to reason, this was going to be a dead loss! The landlord even said it, but Lainie always had a way of turning mud into gold! She'd never let Roxy down yet…but there was always a first time!

It was a lot of work, but if anyone could do it, it was Lainie! She had managed to secure a loan to purchase everything she needed to create her own little diner, "Lainie's"! This had been her dream since she was a child and her grandmother taught her how to bake her first sponge and roast her first chicken! Lainie saw potential…

…where Roxy saw a disaster!

But over twenty years of friendship had to count for something! Going through high school and university together, comforting each other over doomed relationships and failed exams. Sticking together through thick and thin. Roxy owed her friend that, especially after she saved her life! They didn't talk about it, but Roxy had never forgotten…and she never would!

"Aaaaaaachoooooooo!!!" A young blonde sneezed in the cold street as the much predicted snow fell and lay thick on the ground. Selena McLean stood in that street every night, waiting to catch a glimpse of her heartthrob, Dexter Maloney! She and her friend Erin Daley had followed Deadly Nightshade since the beginning. They were an indie/rock band doing the rounds in every club and venue in Moonlight Falls, sometimes beyond. There were no limits to Selena's devotion, Erin on the other hand was a bit more sensible…

"Selena honey, I think Dex had other plans!" Erin's teeth chattered as she tried to speak. Selena just smiled at her friend, her teeth chattering too and her lips turning blue, "Come on, let's go home. We can see Dex and Ash another day eh? We're going to catch our deaths out here, I didn't bring a coat and this snow is pretty heavy!"

"But Erin that's the point!" Selena's squeaky voice chirped. Erin gave her a puzzled look and replied;

"I don't follow…"

"Well the plan is to catch pneumonia and Dex finds me lying in the snow, he scoops me up and rescues me! I get to sleep in his bed for a few days as the doctor says I can't possibly be moved and by that time he'll have fallen completely and utterly in love with me! See???"

"Oh honey, you're a special kinda crazy aren't you? And that's why I adore you!" Erin smiled and shook her head as a car stopped outside the block of flats and then began to slowly drive by.

Erin rubbed her arms to get a little warmer and pleaded "Now can we please go home?"

"Alright, I can see Dex tomorrow!" Selena gave in, still cheery over the thought of seeing Dex the next day!

When the boys arrived home from their gig, Dexter spotted Selena outside his abode and ordered his best friend and band mate, Andrew Mitchell, to slow down and try to stay out of her sight! "Just go round the block one more time!"

"What the hey Dexter???" Drew cursed under his breath, tired and cold and wanting very much to get into his nice and warm bed.

"Please Drew! I'm really not in the mood for them tonight!"

"Okay, but you owe me!"

"I'm goin' to bed! I've had enough of this drama from both of you!!!"

"Well goodnight then Drew, jeez PMS much?" Ashton, Dexter's older brother laughed under his breath as Drew left the brothers to unpack their gear. After having to go round a further three times, Drew was in a very bad mood and stomped into his room without a civil word to either of them.

"It's not working is it Dex?"

"No, no it's not! We want different things and…you want things I can't give you!"

"I love you so much and I'd give up everything for you! You just don't give a damn about me and I can't live like that Dexter!"

"No, no you can't!"

"Is that all you have to say? It's over and you don't even bat an eye???"

"I…don't know what you want me to say Rosalie…"

"Say you love me!!! Dexter???"

Dex had recently split up with his girlfriend of two years, Rosalie. She wanted him to give up the band, he wanted to get more gigs and even a record deal if they could. She wanted to get married, he wanted to focus on his music and his painting. He thought he loved her, she knew she loved him. He knew he should feel bad about the break up, but he didn't…and that made him feel bad!

This was having an adverse effect on Dexter's painting. All he could draw lately were stupid still life paintings! It made him mad and frustrated, his walls were adorned with his masterpieces and he'd planned to cover his entire room, but one wall was bare. It wasn't going to fill up any time soon! Usually if he painted in his underwear, he got better results…not this time!

Another strawberry later and Dex heard raised voices coming from the living room which was a miracle as Drew and Ash were jamming!

A young woman had let herself into the boys' flat, Charlotte Kennedy put her hands on her hips and pouted, trying to shout over the drums and guitar, "You boys are making too much noise!"

"Aww Char, you're a poet and you don't know it! Wanna write us a song?" Ash chuckled and continued to batter his drums.

"I'm trying to think! Keep it down!"

Drew piped up "Come on Charlotte, go with the flow, relax…why don't you have a go on Ash's drums! Very theraputic, just imagine it's his head!"

Ash pouted and yelled "HEY!!!" still drumming away.

"Hey guys? What was I saying again?" Drew sniggered at Charlotte's forgetfulness and gave her a wink and in his sweetest voice replied;

"That we were sounding good!" Charlotte gave him a puzzled look in return.

"Was I? Oh…but keep it down!"

"Um I don't think I would say that but…okay if you say I did Drew then…no I would never…" Charlotte was a very kind and caring person, if a little kooky! She lived alone with her cats, Mr Fuzzickles and Mrs Ubercutes, she had been married but was now divorced. The boys often wondered if she'd been this kooky all along or if it was the split that made her that way.

"Oh goody here's Dexter come to greet you in his pants again Char! What a treat!" Ash shook his head and giggled at the sight of his younger brother in very little clothing strolling towards a visibly shocked Charlotte.

"OH MY GOODNESS!!! DEXTER MALONEY!!!" Charlotte gasped and tried to look anywhere but at Dex.

"What?"

"Put on some clothing at ONCE!!!"

"Uh this is MY house? Go back to yours!"

"Noise and nakedness, it's just too much! I'm calling Mr Grimes and having you…told not to be noisy and naked!"

"Okay, off you go!"

"Yes I will, goodbye! What?"

"Maybe you could help me get dressed Charlotte? Something that you would approve of huh?" Dex gave her his cutest smile as she blushed and shook her head, her beautiful streaked hair flailing into her eyes.

"You boys are unbelievable!!!"

"Oh come on, you love us!" he grinned cheekily at her and batted his blue eyes. Dexter knew just how much charm to use to make women weak at the knees and lost for words.

"Just stay clothed and quiet, you hear?" Charlotte's face turned crimson and she flapped her arms as she turned and left muttering away to herself.

"Yes Ma'am!" Dex saluted her and headed to his room to put some clothes on.

With their possessions packed and waiting outside the flat upstairs, the girls surveyed the old bistro once more. "Are you sure about this Lainie?" Roxy gave her oldest friend one more chance to change her mind…

…but Lainie was determined, stubborn and totally adorable once she got an idea into her head! And when she got an idea in her head that was a crazy idea, Roxy always followed her even though there was a very big chance of failure, she would go down fighting with her! So when she replied "Yes Roxanne, I've never been more sure about something in my life!" it was good enough for her!

"Then I guess we do this thing! All or nothing right?"

"All or nothing girl!" Lainie grabbed hold of Roxy and hugged her tightly…

"Thank you!" she looked Roxy in the eyes sincerely.

"For what?"

"You know, for always supporting me!"

"Is it even a question?" As Roxy stepped back, she felt her foot crush something on the floor, it was sticky and squishy…

"Ewwwww what was that???"

"Just…don't look, let's go unpack!"

Ash found Dex crouched down outside their flat engrossed in some activity downstairs. Two pretty young women were arguing over cases and boxes, Ash came to the conclusion that they'd rented the flat above the old bistro. It had stayed empty for months since the landlord's wife had found out about his bit on the side living there. It was nice to see new people in the building, such attractive people of the opposite sex. He could tell that young Dexter was thinking the same thing the way he was silently observing the girls. "What's occurring little brother?"

"Nothing, just…having a bit of alone time!" Dexter replied in a hushed voice.

"Uh-huh! Alone time!"

Ash gave out a small laugh and softly kneed his brother in the back, "So, why don't you go talk to her?"

"To who?" Dex tried to sound nonplussed.

"Oh it's like this eh? Well she won't see you from all the way up here so why don't you go and offer to help her carry her stuff in?" this wasn't like Dex, he usually had a way with the ladies, talking to them was easy for him. Ash always found it hard to get a conversation going when he really liked a girl. Making friends, no problem, asking her out? Whole different ball game! When Dex didn't answer him he kneed him again and almost knocked him through the bannister, "What's the matter? Why won't you go introduce yourself?"

"Because dear brother I am quite happy to observe from up here! There is no need for me to introduce myself! I'm just hanging out!" Dex let out a huge sigh and continued to watch the two girls moving in and squabbling over suitcases. It was obvious to Ash that Dex had a thing for one of them, so why hadn't he made a move?

End of Part One.

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[kaittalkstoomuch]

Hi yall! Chapter twelve is live! No two other than Roxie being kinda childish 🩵

Chapter Twelve: The Red Herring

Roxie’s POV

I stare at the ghost of my past as she reflects myself. What the fuck is Nancy doing here? To get some type of story about Chrissy? I hold onto Eddie, tensing a bit. You can cut the tension with a knife. “What are you doing here?” I harshly hiss as if she’s looking for prey. Nancy starts. “I may have a way to help figure out what happened.” I get up from the bed and walk up to her. “Do you? Or is this some shitty attempt for a good story in the school paper?”

“Roxie, just let her-“ Steve starts but I bite back. “What interested you Nance? Satanic worship? Are you even concerned about everything?” “Roxie, let's get some fresh air.” Robin says grabbing my wrist and leads me outside as I glare at Nancy. We sit on the front porch in the new spring air. “Roxie, what the hell was that,” Robin asks rubbing my back. “Honestly, I don’t know…” “Roxie.” Robin’s piercing blue eyes look into my dark ones. “When I saw her, I just panicked, okay? I can’t explain it.”

“It brought up old wounds, I get it. But Rox, she’s seen more than we both have. She’s just like us too. She wants answers as much as we do. Not for the paper's sake, but for Hawkins sake.” “Robs, I know, I know she’s seen shit… but…. It did bring up old thoughts from the past. Like, predominantly, when we fell out… I just keep thinking back to that. It replays in my head.” “I remember Rox, you had a crush on her and hated seeing her with dumbass Steve. C’mon, we all know…” my eyes widen at her. “What?” “You called me out for Vickie, it’s my turn.” I start laughing. “Robin, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyone with eyes and ears could see Steve was a total dick.” “You’re right, but Roxie, that’s a crush you have. Or had.” She looks at me with a “you know it” expression.

“We all felt that tension in there, you don’t realize it now, but that, what happened between you two, was a crush gone sour.” She points to the direction of the front door. “Okay, now, can we please act like adults and figure this shit out?” Robin hisses. “Fine.” “Good.” We walk back to the cabin. Before going back in, Robin utters “behave”, which I roll my eyes at in response.

We walk back in and I give everyone an embarrassed look. “Sorry” I mouth the Eddie before sitting on his lap. “Okay what happened Nance?” I ask her trying to avoid eye contact with her. “When Fred and I went to the trailer park, there were cops everywhere. I would try to investigate with Fred, but he just disappeared. While he was gone, I wasn’t getting any answers. So, I went to Wayne, your uncle.” Nancy acknowledges Eddie. “He said Eddie was a good kid, not capable of murder. And that Roxie is a huge part of his life. He raved about it. While I was hearing of how Chrissy died, it clicked. Something felt off. Then I realized Fred was nowhere to be found. I saw his body, in the same exact manner of Chrissy’s… and we were only there…. Because Barb was mentioned.”

Nancy, Robin and I share the same shocked expression to each other as if we were in sync. “So it wasn’t really for the paper.” I mumble quietly. “No Roxie, definitely not.” Nancy states sternly as I turn my head back at her and for the first time we make eye contact. I get flashes from our past. When we met when we were younger. When we dressed as Elves for our brothers games. When Steve came in the picture. When I left the group because I was done being… seemingly forgotten. “What tipped you off it could be the Upside Down?” I ask. Nancy is stunned. “Wait? How do you-“ “Answer the damn question Wheeler!”

Nancy and I go at it again. “Roxie, how do you know about the Upside Down?” “Dustin, how else would I know?” “I don’t know, you could’ve eavesdropped on a conversation or something.” “Oh like people are openly talking about another dimension in fucking Hawkins. Real mature Nancy, real mature.” “ENOUGH!” Steve, both the cause of our rift and our apparent mediator, yells. “SHUT UP STEVE!” Nancy and I both yell, much to Robin and Eddie’s amusement. “We just need to know what drew Nancy to that conclusion.” Dustin says, almost terrified.

“Fine…” I say quietly. “When I talked to Wayne, he mentioned there were a series of murders as he was growing up. At the hands of Victor Creel, who killed his family in a very similar way Chrissy and Fred were murdered. When you guys showed up, that’s when it solidified my theory.” We all stop and stare at each other. Max breaks the silence. “When Chrissy was alive, I’d always see her walk out of Ms. Kelley’s. Maybe she was having visions. Maybe Fred was too.” “We can go see if that’s true.” Dustin says. Nancy nods. “Okay, I have to go check something.” “I’ll go with you.” Steve jumps as Eddie and I smile at each other.

“Actually, no you can’t. You gotta take the kids to school.” I say trying to hide a chuckle. “Yeah, you gotta take the kids. Besides, I’ll go with Nancy.” Robin teases Steve as he tries to hide his pout. The poor guy is still in love with her, it’s so sad. “I can act as a red herring and go over to Gareth’s, to distract everyone. I can even drive Eddie’s van, and I can even go to Chrissy’s funeral.” Robin, Steve and Dustin object in unison. “What?” “NO, it’s too dangerous.” “Roxanne Grace, absolutely not.” I eye Dustin and the other two. “Guys, it can work.” I pipe up as Eddie stays silent and something surprises me. “I agree.”

Nancy nods at me. “I can drive Eddie’s van around town to keep everyone from looking for Eddie, especially for when forever whatever reason he becomes a suspect. I can go to Gareth’s place for a bit and act completely normal.” “Right… but what about Jason and his goons.” Robin asks. “I heard they can get a bit handsy.” Steve mentions. Eddie and I look at each other worried but then remember how we officially met. “We know.” Eddie says. “I can handle Jason and his dipshit friends, trust me. I’ve dealt with assholes like him my whole life. We’re all trying to protect Eddie’s innocence and trying to figure out this Vecna shit. I don’t want to be a sitting duck. I’m helping my loved ones.”

Nancy, Eddie, and Max are stunned and impressed while the other three are very reluctant. “Fine, but you better be safe. Go by your actual house too. Give Jason absolute hell. I mean, if it comes down to it.” Robin says. “Oh I will. He won’t know what’s coming.” I smile at Eddie. “What if the boys ask you questions about everything?” Eddie asks, rubbing my thigh a bit. “My lips are sealed. They can’t know about this, for their safety. They’re gonna be wondering what the hell is going on, but down worry sweetheart, I’ll take care of it.”

I push his messy bangs out of his face and peck his plump lips. “You just stay here until we all get back here, got it?” I raise my eyebrows and smile as I hold his face in the palms of my hands. “Yes ma’am.” He says as I grab the keys from his hand. I hand him a walkie talkie. “What’s this?” He asks innocently. “A way for all of us to communicate. In case there’s any danger.” I can see Nancy smile in my peripheral vision. “Let’s do this.” Dustin says as everyone disperses. “Be safe, my sweetheart.” Eddie holds my hands tightly. “I will, I promise.” I kiss him, then get up from the bed and head out on my mission, Keep Eddie Safe.

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ONE

The sun shone through the cracks in the blinds, lighting the otherwise pitch-black room. In the middle of the room stood a king size bed, blankets thrown all over it. A throaty groan came from under the sheets. Pulling the sheets down from over her face, and blowing the hair from her eyes, Roxanne sighed, she wasn’t ready for it to be morning already. She slowly opened her eyes, turning her head to look at the clock on her bedside table. 7:02am. “Great, I’m gonna be late.” She muttered as she pulled herself up, resting on her elbows as she let her eyes adjust to the natural light in the room.

After taking what felt like a 5 minute shower before she could hear her brothers rummaging through her house downstairs, she quickly got out, dressing in sweatpants and a tank top, she ran downstairs to greet the men. “What the fuck are you two doing here?” Roxie growled as she made her way over to the coffee machine and placing a mug underneath it before she even started listening to her brothers. “We’ve got Benny’s fight tonight, came round to make sure you hadn’t forgotten.” Her older brother Will spoke from his position on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he ate dry cereal from the box, while ben was looking through the fridge.

“Seeing my brother all bloody and bruised? I think I’ll pass.” Roxie grimaced as watched the hot brown liquid splash into her cup, this couldn’t come quick enough. “I’m already late to meet Mom to go shopping for a dress for Jake’s wedding.” Jake was their cousin, he was getting married in less than a month and with Roxie approaching 30 and still single, her mother thought this was the perfect place to find someone to set her up with, which meant her approving the dress Roxie intended to wear.

Both Benny and Will started laughing at her statement, she could feel the vibrations on her tiled floor against her bare feet. “Alright alright, I know Mom’s sense of style is terrible, but I’ll find something.” She rolled her eyes at them as she brought the now brewed coffee up to her lips. “So thinking about it, if there’s gonna be booze at Benny’s fight I will be there. I’m gonna need something after spending the day with mom.” She chuckled softly as she moved across the kitchen and giving both brothers a hug before she began to make her way back upstairs to get dressed properly.

“Lock the door when you leave guys.” Roxie called as she bounced down the stairs, now wearing a pair of jeans and a Metallica band tee. Rounding the corner, she now saw three other men sitting in her kitchen, with benny now Frying bacon and eggs. “Great, eat me out of house and home.” She scoffed a she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, not even paying attention to the new men in her kitchen. “Is that my Rox?” A Familiar but gruff voice spoke from behind her, she could never mistake who it belonged to either. “Oh my god, Pope.” She screamed as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso and squeezing him tightly. She took a deep breath, inhaling his aftershave. A familiar scent. A safe scent. “God, I fucking missed you.” She grinned as she climbed off the male and settled back onto her feet.

“I missed you too, kid.” Roxie growled at him. “Don’t call me that, you know I hate it.” She gave him a playful punch on the arm before giving her attention to the other guys sat in her house. She knew one as Tom, the family man so she had only ever seen him in passing and never formally met before, then her gaze fell onto the last male, scruffy brown hair had been concealed under a cap, the biggest puppy dog like brown eyes she had ever seen. Whiskers around his mouth which formed a mismatched beard. Did her heart just skip a beat? “Rox, That’s Frankie, He’ll be at the fight tonight.” Roxie nodded, she suddenly felt shy. Grabbing Santiago’s arm, she nodded. “Right, I’m already super late so I better scoot. See you all tonight. Please don’t destroy my house and lock the door before you leave.” She turned on her heel and dashed for the door, only taking a breath when she was safely away in her car.

“Frankie….”

[little-cereal-draws]

Mr. Einstein Has a Gun

Commander Rox sipped his coffee as he got out of his shiny black car. The parking lot of the aquarium was crawling with officers running to and fro; the lesser ranked ones were setting up barricades and commanding frightened families to stand back while the more experienced ones were clustered around large armored trucks, listening to equipment. Commander Rox confidently strode through the chaos; this was his playground. 

“Any progress?” he asked, stepping up to one of the vans. 

“Not yet, sir,” one of the officers responded. Her hair was pulled into a brown bun. 

“Hostages?” He handed his empty cup to one of the newbies. They scurried off to go throw it away.

“Seventeen, from what we can gather.”

“Hm. Any trouble yet?” 

“Not yet, sir. All the civilians have been safely evacuated. We’re pretty sure all the hostages are staff.”

Rox looked at the case brief he had been given when he was first alerted of the situation. “That would make sense given their proximity to the tanks. Do we have a line inside?”

“Yes, sir, we do. We have yet to actually speak to our perp, though. One of the staff members is acting as his ambassador.”

“Great. Patch me in.” Rox took a pair of black headphones from the back of the van and carefully put them on, careful not to bend the wire frames of his dark aviators. 

There was an anticipatory moment as the line rang. He had been doing hostage negotiations for almost thirty years and still the moment before the line was live tingled with anticipation. When he was younger, he would get the horrible thought that the perp killed all the hostages before picking up and everyone would blame him. Now, he knew that if that happened, his men would storm in and kill anyone who dared go against them. It was easier to stamp down the fear. 

The line clicked alive and a timid voice said, “Hello?”

“Hello,” he said smoothly, his fleeting fears forgotten, “this is Commander Rox with the NYPD. Who am I speaking with?”

“Um, Doctor Kelly Bluebond,” the voice responded.

“Excellent. Nice to meet you, Doctor. I apologize for the brief introduction of myself but I really must know if…” he checked the brief, “if Mr. Einstein is there.”

“Um, he is,” Kelly whispered.

“Alright. Don’t be afraid, Doctor, we’re going to get you out. Is anyone hurt?”

“No.”

“Fantastic. Can you ask Mr. Einstein if he has any demands?”

“Uh, he does. I was telling the other officer earlier, he wants oysters. But we can’t do that right now because they’re currently almost extinct from New York Harbor and the Oyster Project is trying to reintroduce them so we need to save them and we could get them imported but then they come frozen and he doesn’t like that and–”

“Excuse me, Doctor, but you said oysters? As in the food?” Rox raised an eyebrow. He had heard many insane requests in his day –private jets, millions in cash, full pardons– but this was a first.

“Yeah. And a $300 puzzle game he saw one of the keepers looking at on Amazon but we just don’t have the budget for that,” Kelly cried. 

“I– I’m sorry, a puzzle game?” Rox rubbed his temples. “We can get you a puzzle game. Wait– I’m sorry, I’m a bit confused. Your colleague, Mr. Einstein, is keeping you captive in return for oysters and a puzzle game?”

“Yes. And he can get very, very angry.” The sounds of Kelly crying came through Rox’s headphones.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Rox soothed. “You’re going to be OK. My men are the best goddamn men in New York. We’ll get you all out of there.”

“Thank you, thank you,” she whimpered. 

“Does Mr. Einstein have a history of being angry and violent when he doesn’t get what he wants?”

“Oh, yes, he bit me once while I was cleaning. He doesn’t like people touching his things.”

“He bit you? I… I’m so sorry to hear that. You should’ve filed a complaint with the police and we could’ve gotten him behind bars for assault years ago and avoided this whole situation. But I digress. None of that matters because we’re here now. I would like to speak with Mr. Einstein myself if that’s OK.”

Kelly sniffed. “You’re not going to get much out of him.”

“Don’t worry, I can break even the most hardened of criminals,” Rox said proudly. 

He felt a tap at his elbow and looked over to see the brown haired officer from before. Covering the mic on her headphones, she whispered, “Sir, Mr. Einstein is an octopus.”

Rox jumped back in surprise. “What?! Wait– what? Our perp –our seventeen hostage perp– is a fucking octopus?!” 

“I know, sir, it’s terrible,” the officer said, nodding gravely. “The NYPD has never dealt with anything like this before.”

Rox sputtered. “Wha– How– How the hell does an octopus even get seventeen hostages?!”

“Um, we informed you of the situation in your brief, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He flipped the manilla folder open to read the brief again. “You said Mr. Einstein –of course his name is fucking Mr. Einstein, that makes sense now– was, and I quote, ‘armed and highly dangerous.’ How the hell is an octopus armed and dangerous?!”

“Well, he has eight arms, sir.”

Commander Rox rolled his eyes.

The officer nervously continued, “Apparently he somehow got out of his tank and found… a gun. We’re not sure how yet, firearms aren’t allowed in the aquarium but admittedly there is no security enforcing that besides a sign on the wall. But somehow Mr. Einstein got a gun and immediately started pointing it at the staff. At first, they figured he thought it was a new toy but when he fired a warning shot into the air, they knew he meant business. One of them called the police before they were rounded up and we evacuated everyone.”

“My god. An octopus can’t operate a firearm!” Rox shouted. He turned back to his mic. “This is highly illegal, calling in a fake active shooter threat like this, Doctor!”

“Octopi are actually highly intelligent,” Kelly said. “I am not surprised at all that he figured out how they work so quickly. He’s gotten out of his tank before and we thought we could just put him back this time like we did before but then he pulled out a gun! He’s not supposed to have a gun!”

Rox wiped a hand down his face. “OK, OK. I’m going to put an end to this once and for all. I’m going in.”

He tore the headphones off and stomped towards the aquarium. 

“Wait!” the brown haired officer called after him. “It’s not safe to go alone! Bring a team! This is a gun!”

Rox turned around to face her. Sarcastically, he yelled, “There’s only one thing to do now, isn’t there? If Mr. Einstein the octopus has a fucking gun, so will I!”

He pulled his gun out of its holster and marched in.

[guildtree]

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

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🍛: None have made me cry, as I've been lucky enough not to get true hate yet, just a couple of odd comments. I've had a few keep me inspired (and in fact have an inspiration email folder for the comment notifications): your glowing review of The Stories We Live, the Stories We tell; all of LazyHyena's comments on Year of the Bunny, which helped motivate me to finish it; a reader who binged all my Kasjory fics in one night, left me a nice comment telling me they loved my writing style, and now comes back for every new Kasjory fic like, "More food! :)" The comments on the comedy fics tend to make me laugh because they "yes, and" me: Dual and Clay left me a comment on The Spice of Life that entailed trying to figure out if Aurene could taste spice or get high because she's a reptile, for example. I love when readers take my crazy ideas and run with them.

🍘: I had an idea for a Braham fic set during Wintersday where he gets to meet Rox's new boyfriend and deal with his jealousy and feelings of being forgotten as part of the team. It wasn't a terrible concept, but I realized partway through writing that Braham didn't feel like Braham - in particular, it felt like a lot of his character development had been erased. I was writing old, immature, jealous Braham instead of post-Icebrood Braham. I think if I were to pull that off I'd have had to put a lot more thought behind it and probably dig into Rox's motivations for joining the Olmakhan too, and that was more effort than I wanted to put in for a silly holiday fic that was going to be like 3 chapters, so I scrapped it.

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Slumping as they sat on the edge of their bed, Rox pried open the top of the bottle in their hand. They weren't sure what it was, they had just snagged the first bottle they saw on the shelf behind the bar. Surely No one would miss one bottle. Nobody had ever complained before - That was the City of Dis for you though, vice and sin was king here and as long as one indulged nobody seemed to care. And therefore theft was also no big deal, long as one had the means to hold their own if the "rightful" owner came calling.

Rox didn't - not really. Sure, they had the sass and lip to fearlessly berate and mock anyone who challenged them, but the skill to actually hold their own if it came to fists ... or worse? Rox was a good as mice meat. Especially right now, with Levi gaap knows where, feeding that unappeasable hunger of his or prehaps just wandering completely dazed and unthinking in another battle in the prolonged fight with his forgetful self. Without their self-proclaimed "big brother" to play protector for them, Rox was again easy prey. They were an outcast, a freak, even in the eyes of demons and devils, a castoff even among the most loathsome society of all societies. A revolting half-breed, a bastardization of demon blood. Treated no better than a hell hound, their standing lower than an imp's.

If it weren't for Levi aggressively adopting Rox, they would still be harassed whenever they step out of their dwellings. Now it was only within their residence that Rox needed to be concerned about being assaulted without any form of aegis.

Rox started to gulp back the drink in hand, hoping that whatever they pilfered was at least strong enough to dull the nagging buzz of their dark thoughts. Thoughts that spoke only of their short comings, their flaws, and the disappointment Rox's existence brings.

The more Rox drink however, the stronger the buzzing seemed to grow. Steadily it got louder and louder and the sound threatened to consume Rox's remaining shred of sanity when they realized that buzzing was not in fact in their head.

Springing from their bed, Rox was appalled at the sight of a monstrously large fly perched upon the pillows of their bed. The fly's head tilted and twitched as she regarded Rox, before rubbing a hair leg over the rosy pink bow a top her head.

'Yeck! Beelzebeth...' How did that pampered little pest get into their room? The nerve of her to come invade their space, and of all the place to sit she just had to being sitting on Rox's bed. The fly flitted her wings teasingly at Rox as she stepped in place on their pillow, digging her six feet into the fabric.

Rage welled in Rox as Beth openly mocked them. Again the brassiness of this putrid bug, to come into their room and put Rox's buttons. Rox snarled as they wound up. "Piss off you repugnant primadonna."

But before Rox could throw the bottle at Beth, their wrist was caught by somebody standing behind them. Then intermeddler spoke and Rox's stomach and their bottle fell, the latter shattering upon the flood.

"Pyrox~" Beeyel started in that sing songy way which calmly, even playfully seemed to threatened. "How many times must I tell you-" Then his tone shifted, and Beeyel threw Rox on to the floor. "NOT TO HARASS MY CHILDREN?!"

"Beelzebeth fuckin' started it!" Rox contested as they scrambled to their knees, only to have Beeyel kick them over and out into the hallway.

"I don't give a crap about who started it!" He bent down picking out a shard of the broken bottle before dragging Rox up by the collar of their shirt. "I have made it very clear what is expected of you in this household, Pyrox, and I have always be remarkably lenient with you despite the circumstances. Yet it seems of late you have forgotten your place and your duties. Something I'd expect from the dimwitted dogfish you've seemed to have befriend, but you."

Beeyel began to snicker as put his arm around Rox's shoulder and forced them to walk with him down the hall, all the while Beeyel kept the serrated piece of glass uncomfortably close to Rox's neck. "You seem to need another reminder, Roxy. And seeing that you've been awfully rude to my precious Beelzebeth and her siblings, let's start with your responsibility to keep my Lord Flies fed."

Thanks for the request @icybreaths I hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Rox's angsty teen life. I didn't go into the feeding, but I'm sure you can use you imagination on how Beeyel would like Rox tp provide his carnivorous fly babies with the nutrients they need.

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I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows

For my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground

I'm searching to behold the stories that are told

When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned

Tell you you're the greatest

But once you turn, they hate us

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

My enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

But I'm ready

Your words up on the wall as you're prayin' for my fall

And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called

I stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the time

When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic

Tell you you're the greatest

But once you turn, they hate us

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

My enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

Uh, look, okay

I'm hopin' that somebody pray for me

I'm prayin' that somebody hope for me

I'm stayin' where nobody 'posed to be p-p-posted

Being a wreck of emotions

Ready to go whenever, just let me know

The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor

The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable

I'ma tell 'em, "Hasta luego"

They wanna plot on my trot to the top

I been outta shape, thinkin' out the box, I'm an astronaut

I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe

And it matters more because I had it not

Had I thought about wreaking havoc

On an opposition, kinda shockin' they wanted static

With precision, I'm automatic quarterback

I ain't talkin' sackin', pack it

Pack it up, I don't panic, batter-batter up

Who the baddest? It don't matter 'cause we at your throat

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Pray it away, I swear I'll never be a saint, no way

My enemy

Pray it away, I swear I'll never be a saint

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[illuminatingprowess]

The concept of sleep may as well have been forgotten the second this week started. Dress rehearsals after dress rehearsals. Triple and quadruple checking everything to anything, all down to the napkins that were being used at the dinner. Granted, he had Roxy to help him sort through the madness, Sebastian couldn't wait for the following Monday to arrive. He'd never been more on edge since becoming the new heir to this particular throne and he was emotionally spent. Of course it was lovely to welcome old friends and faces from Haven into the kingdom today. At the same time, there was a sense of weariness he was keeping tucked away. The last major event with members from all the realms that made up their universe did not end well. Panic, terror, and chaos ensued. It was something he was keenly aware could happen here and that was simply the last thing that he needed to navigate right now.

All the pleasantries of the evening had consumed him. He smiled, waved, chatted with countless numbers of individuals. This would be the trend for the remainder of the weekend and all he really wanted to do was have a double stand place for him while he temporarily fled to the countryside. The council wouldn't have it and Rox would probably have his head too. It's why he was hoping that sleep would inevitably find him the moment his head touched his pillow shortly after midnight but that was far from the case.

When he heard the door of his chambers crept open, immediately he clutched the dagger that was secretively hidden in the bed frame. As he moved to better position himself with the dagger in his hand he was confused to hear Luana's voice. His eyes adjusting in the dimly lit room seeing her standing there. "Fuck!" he said before dropping the weapon on his side table. "Damn it Lu," Sebastian muttered softly as he pushed himself to the side of the bed. "I could have hurt you." He'd never forgive himself if he had. "No," he sighed as she pronounced that she would leave. Using a match he quickly lit the candle before patting the area next to him for her to come join. "I'm sorry. I'm just slowly losing my mind here." This was all too much. "What's wrong? You okay?"

Starter for: @illuminatingprowess Who: Sebastian Isley x Luana Barbosa Where: Sebastian's Quarters, The Castle, King's Hill

The moment Luana had stepped inside the castle during the first day of the event, she hadn’t exactly felt comfortable. It was a place that was so far out of her comfortzone, despite the fact that the one person who was able to make her feel comfortable was living inside these walls. The fact that she was here for the Coronation of Sebastian was just as if she was dreaming. Receiving the invitation was the last thing she had expected, but she was happy that she had received it.

Staying at the castle for the full four days was the result of it and it was why Luana was now wandering through the hallways of the castle in the middle of the night.

After all the new impressions and the fact that she had been able to spend her entire day with Sebastian, should’ve made her able to fall asleep as soon as she had felt the comfortable mattress of the bed that she was appointed for the night. But it had been far from that. She had been wide awake, staring at the ceiling. She had been tossing and turning for hours. One glance at the clock showed her that it was around three in the night. And it was at that point that she had enough of it.

Luana had left her bed and silently made her way into the hallways. Carefully she had made her way through the silence, avoiding the guards and eventually she had made her way into the hallway where she knew she could find Seb’s bedroom - simply because he had shown her that. The guard standing at his chambers was currently asleep. Not the very best security but right now, it was a good thing for her.

Even though Sebastian had told her that it was okay for her to bother him at any time and any day of her stay, Luana felt guilty about the fact that she was about to wake him up in the middle of the night. He could use all the rest he could get these days with everything that was waiting for him these days. But still she entered his bedroom, closing the door behind her softly.

Her dark eyes found Seb in the darkness and for a moment, she stood in her place. She was still able to turn around and leave the room. To let him sleep. But before Luana could decide, she saw a movement in the bed and she softly bit her lower lip. “Seb? I’m so sorry. I know you said that I could bother you whenever I wanted but I’m sure you didn’t mean the middle of the night… I just couldn’t sleep,” she whispered softly, suddenly realising how insane this was as soon as she spoke the words. “Sorry, I should probably leave,” she apologised once more.

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All In 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: told myself to slow down, didn’t.

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You finish your cocktail before you go into the concert hall. Roxie grabs a third and you pass, not wanting to run back and forth to the bathroom. Besides, you don’t really like the way the vodka stirs in your stomach and little behind your eyes.

The band is decent. You don’t know any of the songs and only vaguely heard of the artist they are a tribute to. Still, you enjoy the live show; you focus on their instruments and how they use them. You always wanted to be musical but never had a sense of tone or melody.

By the end of the set, you’re yawning. Your sister is on her fourth drink and you can’t tell if she’s swaying to the music or if it’s more than that. As the rows empty, you shuffle out with the rest of the concert goers. The bright lights of the casino greet your squint and your ears pulse slightly from the noise of the strumming and crashing show.

“Mm, so, what’d’ya say?” Your sister makes almost every word into one, “how do we spend this?”

She fishes out the chip and you give a sheepish frown. You almost forgot about it. You still think you should turn it in. You don’t feel right spending someone else’s money. You do that often enough, much too old to be living off your mom.

“Don’t be boring,” she warns, “jeez. It’s just cards. Odds are, whoever dropped it, would’ve lost it to the house anyway.”

She claps her hand around your shoulder. You pull back the sleeve of your cardigan to check the time. It’s after ten! You haven’t been out that late since... ever.

“I’m not boring,” you cross your arms and shrug her off. “I just... am different than you.”

“Boring,” she repeats. “You can’t spend all day in your room.”

Yes, you can. And you do.

You don’t argue. When she’s like this, it’s only bound to become a scene. There are too many strangers around for that.

“Black jack,” she declares and spins the coin. It slips from her grasp and falls between her feet. She bends over shamelessly in her dress to pluck it up. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

She struts ahead and you shuffle after her, nervously wringing the strap of your purse. Hopefully she loses it quickly and you can just retreat home in defeat. You catch up to her as she reaches the stairs. She giggles as she leans on the railing and you take her other arm, trying to support her wobbly steps.

“Want another drink?” She asks.

“No, think we’re good.”

“We?” She scoffs, “I’m fine.”

“Please, Rox, let’s just find a table,” you peek around as her voice rises a bit louder than you like.

“Pfft, fine, but if I win, I'm getting a drink.”

You nod. Go along to get along. That’s what your mother always told you when it came to your sister. She’s more like your father than she cares to admit.

You get to a table and she sits easily on the high seat of the tall stool. She lays down the single chip and the dealer offers to break it into smaller ones. She nods and shrugs. You envy how smoothly she just breezes through things.

You stand behind her. You don’t want to take up a seat and the stool is too much of a climb for you. You can see it wobbling as you attempt to hitch yourself up with the crossbar. You’re good, you shouldn’t get comfortable.

You listen to the shuffle of cards as your sister murmurs something you can’t make out. You can only hear the low drone of voices as you stand back. You sidle out of the way as a man claims the empty stool beside your sister. He buys in and another hand is dealt. Hasn’t she lost yet?

The man leans into your sister and you grimace. She turns her head to listen to him and she giggles. Your cheeks blaze hotly and you cross your arms and rock. Neither seem to notice you as they get closer and closer.

As the game progresses, you can only really make out what the dealer says; the different numbers that have grumbles coming from other players. You bring your hand up to pick at the button on your cardigan. The man puts his arm around your sister’s back, his hand on her hip as wiggles in her seat coyly. What about Tom?

You peer around awkwardly. Do you stop her? Remind her of the boyfriend that got her the tickets for tonight? You bounce in your flats and pause as you find someone else staring back at you. Or are they? Just as quickly as your eyes meet, the stranger’s eyes flit away and he’s back to chatting with another man. It’s the very same man who gave you the chip. Maybe her forgot you. That’s not a surprise.

You return your attention to your sister. The man has moved his arm between them and your sister squirms. You watch his elbow as he pulls his hand back. He’s touching her leg. She’s wiggling and suddenly, she shoves him away and screeches.

“EH! I got a boyfriend, perv! I said stop.”

Her voice carries along the high ceilings and you cringe. You back up, cowering away as she stands and the stool teeters dangerously. She fists her hand and you think for a moment she might just hit the guy. He scoffs and turns in his seat.

“Babe, just wanted to buy you a drink.”

“Whatever. You fucking creep!” She hollers.

“Ma’am,” the dealer calls from the table, “is there a problem?”

“Y-yeah,” she hiccups, “this dude had his hand up my skirt.”

“She’s drunk,” the man shakes his head, “listen to her.”

“I’m--” your sister’s denial catches in her throat, “doesn’t mean he can just touch me.”

“Ma’am, if you’re drunk, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m fine. I'm not that...” She slides off the stool and stands, grabbing the chips in front of her seat and tossing them across the table. “You’re all a bunch of crooks.”

Her ankles tangle as she spins and she barely gets her balance before she storms away. Her strides are uneven as she bobbles drunkenly. You watch after her with wide eyes before you follow. She leads you into the bathrooms as she growls and grumbles. She slams into a stall and you stand outside.

You wait until she comes out. She’s quieter and her eyes are hazy. She washes her hands and applies a new coat of lip gloss.

“What a bust,” she pouts and rolls her eyes, “one more drink and we’ll go.”

“Maybe we should just leave now.”

“That guy was such a pervert,” she sneers at you, “you saw where his hand was.”

You nod, “yeah, I did...”

“So, you know I wasn’t being dramatic.”

“Yeah, but... everyone heard.”

“Oh fuck off,” she pushes your shoulder and stomps past you.

You feel bad. It’s not that she shouldn’t defend herself. You admire that she can, but she didn’t need to be so obnoxious. You trail after her into the casino. She heads directly for the bar. You hang your head and wait behind her. This time, she doesn’t offer you a drink. She’s mad at you now so it’s the silent treatment.

“Honey,” another man approaches, “how about I get that for you?”

“Huh?” She babbles, “oh, sure, baby, that’s sweet.”

The man offers his card to the bartender and orders a highball. He leans his arm on the tall bar top as he faces your sister. She bats her lashes at him and giggles as she pulls her drink closer.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks.

You blink. It’s like you’re not even there. You watch awkwardly, wishing the floor would swallow you up. Instead, you find an empty stool one seat away.

“Roxie,” she answers as you struggle up onto the seat. “And you, handsome?”

“Sam,” he returns, “what’re you drinking then?”

You notice him touch her glass along the brim but can’t see much else around your sister. She replies and his own drink is served. You shrink down and sigh. She’ll get her free drink and then you can just leave. You hope. You hold your chin as you dread another scene.

“Can I get ya something?” The bartender approaches.

“Er, water, please,” you choke out. He seems disappointed but gets you a glass.

You try not to overhear your sister and that man. It’s awkward and you hate this. It’s not the first time she’s done it either. The few times she’s brought you along, you’ve somehow become a third wheel. It reminds you of when you were kids and your mom forced her to take you with her somewhere. She doesn’t actually want you around, she’s genetically obligated.

“Woah, baby, you okay?” The man raises his voice and your sister’s body slumps. Shoot. No.

You barely get off the stool as the man clings to her drooping body. She giggles wildly as you tweak your ankle and rush over. That man, Sam he called himself, seems somewhat calm given the situation.

“Slow down, babe,” he chortles, “Jesus.”

She’s drunk. You knew she shouldn’t have had another drink. Your eyes meet Sam’s and he squints.

“You know her?”

“My sister,” you murmur.

“Oh, right, well...” he clears his throat and looks around, “you can take care of her then.”

“Wait--” you barely keep her up as she leans on you as she’s almost sideways on the stool.

He’s just leaving you? What the heck? You guess if he can’t get anything out of her, she isn’t worth the effort.

You sniff and struggle to slide your sister down to her feet. She’s heavier than you expect and her height makes her difficult to balance. You glance over as the bartender nears.

“Everything okay?” He asks sternly.

“We’re leaving,” you assure him, “sorry.”

“Five minutes,” he taps his watch face, “or I call security.”

You nod and move your arm around your sister’s back, “please, Rox, gotta work with me.”

She laughs again, “hey, where’d that cute guy go?”

“Please,” you beg again, “don’t...”

“Oh, hi,” she touches your faces and squeezes your cheeks, “baby sister.”

You hate when she’s like this. She’s always been a drinker, ever since high school when her friends would sneak out bottle from their parents’ stash. What was once an act of rebellion as a teen is now concerning as an adult.

“Excuse me, everything okay?” The timbre makes your heart drop and you nearly let go of Roxie as she leans in the other direction.

You look up. Oh god. It’s him. That dark-haired man in his expensive suit.

“I’m just... we’re on our way out--”

“She alright?” He points at your sister.

“Tipsy,” you utter.

“I see,” he pushes his hair back as it slips forward, “can I help?”

“Uh, you don’t--”

Before you can answer, he has your sister’s other arm. He almost lifts her entire weight off of you as he supports her against his shoulder. Your entire body is emblazoned in humiliation. You refuse to look above the floor as you’re certain you must have an audience.

You get your sister across the floor and into a hallway. There's an exit sign ahead but you're all turned around. The man stops you and Roxie.

"Where'd you park?" He asks, "this leads to Lot 5."

"Oh, uh..." you blanch. You hadn't thought of any of that. You slouch under Roxie's weight and try to see around her. "I'm not sure but... I don't drive. She was supposed to."

"Ah," he clucks, "and now she can't."

"Right," you agree glumly, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Why?" He asks.

"I didn't think... I let her--"

"Did you let her drink or did she make that choice knowing she was supposed to get behind a wheel?" He challenges.

"I guess... yeah. Sorry."

"Really, doll, no need to keep going on like that," he dismisses, "well, it's late and I can't in good conscience let you wander out with her like this. Especially if you don't have a way home."

"I could..." you begin. A taxi? You'd have to ask your mom to pay the driver when you get home. "Why would you... care?"

"Well, as the owner of this establishment, it won't look good on me if two pretty girls left and went missing," he chuckles then stops himself, "sorry, that's not funny. I just... we overserved your sister obviously so it's on us."

"Owner?" You gulp. You didn't think this could be any more humiliating.

"Bucky," he reaches around you sister.

You hesitate. You can't shake his hand properly as yours is around your sister so you just sorta grab his hand briefly and squeeze two fingers, retracting with another raze of embarrasment. You barely squeak out your name.

He repeats your name before he continues, "I'll get you two a room so she can sober up."

"What? No. That's... too much."

"It's late," he insists, "here," he pulls Roxie away from you as her head lolls and she snorts. He lifts her against his chest, carrying her easily. "I know a back way, just follow my lead, doll."

"Ummmmm," you drone and he waltzes back the way he came, hardly detered by the drunken body in his arms. You can only kick yourself and scramble after him. This night could not have ended any worse. Well, you guess it could if it went the way he suggested.

[mcrcki]

she hadn't spoken to roxy much, not since the winter.. not since-- she didn't want to keep fighting with her either, she missed her friend, but she knew that all that happened wouldn't just be forgotten. not immediately. but this had to be a good start, didn't it? "i don't... i don't really want to talk about it rox." pj said, looking back at her for a moment. "i'm sorry... about everything."

@mcrcki: ♫ - roxy and pj: matilda by harry styles

"i know that you feel like a piece of you is dead inside." roxy wasn't sure how the other would react to seeing her again. but she could only assume she would hate to see her. but she also knew that pj was hurting and despite what happened roxy cared about her friend. "i know you feel like that because i do too." roxy said as she took a step towards pj. "i heard about what happened."

[lonelier-version-of-you]

About to rewatch S20E10 “Square One”. If I recall correctly this ep is the first time John loses a trial patient, so that should be interesting.

Edit 1: Oh Zav I miss you.

Edit 2: John on his iconic dictaphone. Also watching these episodes knowing what the 8th Doctor’s TARDIS looks like, I’m convinced the whole luminous blue vibe of John’s lab was an intentional shoutout to it.

Edit 3: I love this little Donna and Serena scene.

Edit 4: I really do love me some good morally ambiguous John content. They should’ve kept him this way, it was a lot more interesting than the supervillain direction they took him in.

Also Jac high on pain meds and actually being happy and friendly for once is hilarious.

And, a line from Fletch: “Have I stepped into a parallel Darwin?” Nah, Fletch, the parallel Darwin came later, in 2021 when Sahira was suddenly Henrik’s childhood friend for some reason.

Edit 5: We went from a Zav scene to a Jason scene just now. What a downgrade.

Also, gah, Jason: “Prison should be for bad, dangerous people, not good people like Ric who are just doing their best!” WHY DOES HE TALK LIKE A 5 YEAR OLD IT’S SO ANNOYING. I know we autistics tend to have different speech patterns but the way to write that is not to write dialogue on literally the same level you’d write dialogue for a neurotypical child character.

Edit 6: I love Roxanna’s blouse in this ep.

Edit 7: Absolute legend Ken Davies is back! I’d forgotten he was in this ep!

Edit 8: Jac is so fucking beautiful. She literally looks like a goddess or something.

Edit 9: John was SO blatantly severely mentally ill the whole time why did no one intervene??

Also lol @ Ollie joking about his lack of motor skills to Lofty the dyspraxic man.

Edit 10: When Jac said “it’s miraculous what a full 5 hours’ kip can do for you” I felt that.

Edit 11: I actually agree with Serena on something for once - the ‘Ric in prison’ storyline WAS “utter madness”.

Edit 12: The Rox and John dynamic was really fascinating. Also, John’s body language is VERY Henrik-esque in this episode.

And why does John talk like me? “There’s been no improvement, alas!” 😂

Edit 13: This episode is Jason in his 5-year-old era and not in a realistic developmental delay way (look at someone like Chantelle, she was autistic coded and “childish” but wasn’t written like an actual child) but in a ableist writing way.

Edit 14: ZAV!! I love his outfit in this ep. Also, it’s truly amazing how much character development he had when he was only on the show for 2 years.

Edit 15: Interesting dialogue. Rox: “I would err on the side of caution.” John: “You always do.”

Edit 16: Love the Jac and Ken banter. “I did the best I could, but despite my efforts, you pulled through.”

Edit 17: Rosie Marcel is SO good.

Edit 18: Zav was such an asshole when he first started out.

Edit 19: John on the dictaphone again!

Edit 20: John’s despair about the trial failing reads differently looking back after the later reveal that it was all about trying to save Lana.

Also, him lying to Essie and saying the implant didn’t fail... oof.

Edit 21: Very visible anxious stimming from John when his patient goes into arrest.

Also fuck I basically stole this scene for my one unfinished fanfic without remembering. I hope everyone thinks it was a deliberate parallel lmao.

Edit 22: I think the patient’s mum is doing a guest-character-speaking-for-staff member moment when she’s talking about the trial to John: “I didn’t think of the risks.”

Edit 23: Paul McGann is an INCREDIBLE actor.

Edit 24: John not wanting to bother Henrik by calling him about the Medical Director job :’))

Also, funny thing is, when John said he just wants what’s best for his patients I do believe he genuinely thought that.

Edit 25: HENRIK

Edit 26: “Meetings, paperwork... hardly John’s field of expertise, is it?” Lmaooo

Edit 27: I love early John with the curly hair.

Edit 28: John is very very good at manipulating people, whether he’s using it for good (as he is in this case - seeking the Medical Director job and talking Serena into giving it to him so he can help Roxanna fight for the TMS for Ollie) or not. One has to think Henrik picked up some techniques from him. I mean, the Henrik we saw in the flashback episode couldn’t manipulate anyone if he tried, I don’t think.

Edit 29: Lofty saying he’s not like Isaac aged poorly :(

Edit 30: Zav showing a moment of tenderness towards Nicky.

Edit 31: John on Henrik: “He’s like the rest of us. Lost without a stethoscope.”

Edit 32: Serena saying she’d cheerfully hand Gaskell the CEO job. That’s so fucking funny in hindsight of how John turned out.

[heavenunderthemoon]

Okay I ADORE your writing oh my gosh!!!!

I was wondering if you’d ever write something about Luke Alvez having a crush on the reader and her being shocked because she’s quite dorky and bookish and didn’t think she was his type and he’s just smitten? Maybe they talk about dogs at some point too? Have a lovely day!!!

Ahhh!!! Omg thank you🥺 and yay!! I love requests!! Honestly I’ll take requests for anyone:) anyways, hope you enjoy love💛

“Roxy! Roxy, no!”

You barely had time to let your eyes lift from the page you were reading before you found yourself being tackled, your body hitting the soft grass beside the old, rickety bench. Your book clattered to the ground, the page being lost, though it hardly mattered as you remembered where you had left off. Besides, you had already read the book before, re-reading purely because you needed comfort from the last one you had read (the ending had you in tears and you had grabbed another book at random just to stop the pangs in your heart).

“Oh my god, are you okay?” The sun was blocked out by a figure looming over you, and you barely looked up, still too focused on the large dog lying on your chest. Her mouth was open, tongue lolling out to the side making her look a bit cartoonish and your giggles made her tail wag furiously. Your hands went to scratch behind her ears, pushing yourself up as best you could with her weight.

“Here, let me help. C’mon, Rox, let her breathe.” The figure spoke again and this time you actually did look up and almost immediately you felt your cheeks reddening, ears following suit soon after. The guy was hot. Like, tigh t-shirt drenched in sweat, earbuds hanging out of his ears, freckled nose dripping with perspiration kind of hot. You looked away, trying to contain the squeak that threatened to escape your lips.

“Are you okay?” He was speaking again, having contained the dog who now sat dutifully beside the man, her head tilting at you with that wolfish grin. His eyes were tainted with concern, but you didn’t quite miss the way they also seemed to trail up your body. It was a hot, summer day and you had opted for an outfit that wouldn’t leave you absolutely soaked while you read and due to this a good majority of your body was exposed. It had seemed like a good idea at the time but now you flushed, pushing yourself off the ground, dusting yourself off.

“Wha-oh, yeah, I’m-I’m fine.” Your eyes shyly met his and he smiled widely.

“She gets a little too excited sometimes.” His head tilted toward the German shepherd and you let out a tiny breath. You loved dogs, growing up with them had made you quite comfortable around them and though you had just been tackled you didn’t feel afraid or uneasy. She hadn’t meant any harm.

You shrugged, an easy smile gracing your lips when you looked at her. “Oh no, she’s fine- someone’s gotta give her a heisman, she’s good.” Your mouth moved faster than your brain (it always did) and you screwed them shut in embarrassment. But, to your surprise, the man barked out a laugh. You smiled at the sound, and any tension around the two of you was gone. His lips settled into a smile, eyes flickering back to the groun before he was moving, bending down to grab the book that laid forgotten on the floor.

The bookworm in you scolded yourself for forgetting it so easily but when you looked back at the man you realized you couldn’t really blame yourself. “Oliver Twist?” He scanned the title, handing it over to you.

You took the book with a nod, quirking a brow. “Yeah, re-reading it. Have you read it before?” You asked curiously.

Luke wished he could say yes. He wanted to say yes because the look on your face, hopeful and enthused, meant that you wanted him to say yes but he had never been the book-ish type. But he could be. He could be if it meant he got to talk to you.

“No, I haven’t.” He said a bit bashfully and to his surprise you didn’t recoil at the response, nodding thoughtfully.

“That’s alright, it’s not everybody’s style for sure. Personally, I think the story gets a bad rep. A lot of people think the story’s a sad one, I mean, he had such a hard life and he was just a kid but, I like that, in the end, he ended up finding a little piece of happiness, no matter how long it took.” You rambled, before closing your mouth once more, raising your hand to your lips. “Sorry, totally spoiled it for you.”

He chuckled, and it made you giggle as well.

“I’m Luke, by the way.” He extended a hand and you grabbed onto it, your tiny palm fitting into his with ease.

“Y/N.” You settled with a nod, and his lips quirked up at the corners.

Y/N. It fit you, he decided silently.

“Well, Y/N, I hope I’m not being too forward, but I’d really love to see you again sometime. Preferably when I’m not really sweaty and when my dog didn’t just run you over.”

You chirped out a laugh, your stomach twisting. You never went on dates, the last time you had was a bit of a disaster but the prospect of seeing Luke again made you feel lightheaded and you were speaking before you could overthink your answer.

“Yes, I’d love that too- I mean, the date, I don’t really care that your sweaty, actually I think you look great sweaty-“ You blushed, trying to stop the word vomit but it kept coming. “Wait, that sounded weird. I mean that you don’t look really gross or bad sweaty, not that I have some weird, like, fetish for sweaty people.” You tried to clarify and somehow you thought it sounded worse. You scrunched your nose.

“I should really get one of those debate bells to tell me when to stop talking.” You shook your head, clutching the book a bit tighter.

Luke’s eyes scrunched at the corners because damn could he listen to you talk all day. “No, no, it’s nice.” He reassured and then immediately wanted to slap himself because nice? What weirdo says ‘nice’!?

You brightened. “Well, alright. It’s a date, here, let me give you my number.” You turned, going to rummage in your bag- when was the last time you cleaned it out!?- finding your journal and ripping out a blank page, scribbling the numbers across.

He took it enthusiastically, pocketing the paper before glancing back to Roxy. “Well, I should get going, she’s starting to get a bit antsy. But I’ll call you and we’ll hash out a day.” He clipped the leash onto her collar, looking to you for confirmation that made you nod.

“Sounds good.”

You watched him walk away, head turning to glance back a few times before they emabarked on their run once more, leaving you with your bag in hand, book shoved into it haphazardly.

You stayed standing for a moment before bringing a palm to your forehead.

“Sweat fetish!?” You chided yourself.

[suhnnyskiess]

not a big marvel fan or anything yet here i am crying like a baby 👍

Also this HIT ME HARD

“I can’t celebrate Christmas without you, and believe me, I’ve tried. It’s everywhere. It’s all around me...and you’re not.”

where are you, christmas? | j.jh

SYNOPSIS. To the world, you may have been the Black Widow but to Jeong Jaehyun, you will always be his most important person. One year after your death, Jaehyun seeks out your presence during the holiday season. Because Christmas was always your thing together. Because it’s not Christmas without you—his partner and best friend—by his side.

GENRE. Christmas!au, MCU!au, post-Endgame!au, angst

PAIRING. Hawkeye!Jaehyun x Black Widow!Reader

WARNINGS. Endgame spoilers!, minor Hawkeye spoilers (just one scene), mentions of death, violence, weapons, hard-of-hearing!Jaehyun, language

WORD COUNT. 2.2k+

PLAYLIST. Where are you, Christmas? - Faith Hill

It feels weird to be standing here in the snow like this, Jeong Jaehyun thinks, as he stares at the Battle of New York Memorial. Twelve years have passed since that event and yet, it still seems like yesterday to him.

Six years since the Snap.

Two years since the Blip.

Two years since Jeong Jaehyun, best known to the world as the Avenger named Hawkeye, lost you—his partner, his best friend, and quite possibly the love of his life—The Black Widow.

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[characternerdocs]

😍, ♡, 💘 (love and romance hc prompts, for Logan)

love and romance headcanon ||| @icybreaths​

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they?

Before they actually started dating, Logan and Heath were both in that state of having a crush on the other but didn’t want to say anything because each were afraid they’d wreck the friendship that they had together.

Other than that, maybe one or two celebrity crush, but nothing that will overpower her love of Heath. Of course there is also Rox, but all three of them got two hands, and that’s last romantic as it is a platonic relationship as I imagine Rox is actually aromantic.  As they hang around Heath and Logan for the wholesome vibes and positive reinforcement.

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date?

She’s met people who believe since she’s an amputee she is “less than” in someway. Which the mind set really grinds her gears. She’s worked too hard to up with that and to work harder to try and prove the negative nancys wrong and... well she has much more cooler things to do.

Among some of those said people have been a handful of exes, Bradley, Logan’s high school bf, and [redacted] Keystone, first name I’ve forgotten and who tried to gaslight Logan when she wanted to breakup, saying that “nobody’s gonna want to play with a broken toy.” the gaslighting however back fired and Logan instantly dumped Keystone.

The other ex who’s looked down on Logan being an amputee is Heath’s, Ramiel, Saying that of course he’s rebound who have to be somebody more pitiful than himself. Heath, however, who went from dating an angel to a goddess in his eyes, doesn’t take Rai’s bashing of his GF and like, “What do you mean? She got nerfed by god. what’s pitiful about being that OP that even gods fears you?”

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date?

Logan sorta believe it astrology signs. As a Cancer, it would mean she more compatible with Pisces, Taurus, or Scorpio. Translations; Logan would be more compatible with Artair (arguably is/was a Pisces?), One of Heath’s moms (a Taurus), or Vincent (my scorpion boi) over Heath (a Gemini). So no, “sign compatibility” doesn’t matter to Logan. But depending on what sign a people is, being around them can effect Heath’s CasMark abilities, so that’s where her believe in Astrological signs coming in.

Thanks for the ask @icybreaths, I hope you enjoyed the little glimpse at Logan