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deanoheartspie · 7 months
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Sunshine 5
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Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader
Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...
Warnings: None
A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.
(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)
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Y/N POV
The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.
Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.
You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.
After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.
“Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.
The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.
Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?
“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.
“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”
You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.
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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.
The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.
“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?
“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.
The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.
“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.
“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”
Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.
“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.
Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.
“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”
She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.
“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.
“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?
“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.
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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...
Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.
What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.
“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.
Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.
“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.
“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.
A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.
“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.
He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.
“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.
“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head
“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.
“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.
“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.
“Nope.”
“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.
“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.
“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.
“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.
“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”
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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year
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The Cousins
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie meets your big extended family for the first time
Word Count: 2504
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Eddie’s stomach was churning as he pulled up in front of your house to pick you up for your grandma's birthday. He’s met both her and your grandfather before and they liked him like your parents liked him, but now he was going to be meeting all of your aunts and uncles and cousins. He’s even more nervous than he was the first time he ever publicly played anywhere with the band. The only reason he knew he’d be able to get through this is because you were gonna be right by his side. 
Your family meant the world to you and you were so excited for them to meet Eddie and for Eddie to meet them. Your parents had left earlier to help your aunt set up and cook before everyone showed up and you’ve been ready to go since a little after that. You’ve just been waiting for Eddie to get off of work to get you.
You knew how anxious he probably was. He was super nervous to meet just your parents but this was almost all of your extended family. And you’re not a fool you know there’s a lot of them on your mom's side and that it can be overwhelming for newcomers especially ones who care so much like your sweet boyfriend. So to help ease his nerves you baked him his favorite cookie for the trip there.
“Hey Eddie baby!” You greet with a smile as he gets out of the van while you turn to lock the door.
“Hey Dollface, you ready to go?” He stops halfway down your walkway as you start making your way over to him in your long flowy skirt and crop top.
“Yeah, are you?” You let him take you into his arms wrapping your own around his waist.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. You look real pretty today.” He places a kiss on the top of your head after he finishes speaking.
“You say that everyday.” You roll your eyes smiling into his chest before pushing away and giving him a little twirl. “You like it? Mom found a bunch of her old clothes from the sixties and seventies and gave them to me again. They’re all very Stevie Nicks.”
“You’d look pretty in a burlap sack Princess. Now come on, don’t wanna be late for gram's birthday do we?” He catches your hand and pulls you back to him, leading the way to the van. Eddie opens your door waiting till you’re safely inside before shutting it and rounding to his side.
“Oh, here I baked you this to help with your nerves.” You hand him the tupperware in your hand before he has a chance to start the van.
“Oatmeal raisin? Baby, you shouldn’t have. You wanna share with me while you tell me where to go?”
“Sure.”
You direct him to a country house in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. Your family had money, it’s something he’s known since the two of you met, but seeing this much property all for one family really puts into perspective just how much yours has. Before he can start driving up to it he stops the van and takes a few deep breaths. Maybe he’s a little more nervous than he thought he was because he’s hyperventilating and can’t get himself to drive the car any further.
“Eddie?” You had zoned out to the Metallica album playing through the stereo and hadn’t even realized the van had stopped until a few minutes had passed. “Oh my god Eddie! Are you okay?” 
He nods his head and croaks out a ‘fine’ not wanting you to worry even though he feels like the van is closing in around him. You know he’s lying though, Eddie doesn’t normally have panic attacks but every once in a while one will sneak up on him. You unbuckle yourself and open your door to get out.
“Alright hold on baby I’ll be right there okay?” You rush around to his door before opening it and leaning into the van to pry his white knuckled grip from the steering wheel. “I’m right here baby, let’s get you out of the van and into some fresh air okay?” As soon as you get him out of the car you sit him down on the gravel road leading up to the house and crouch in front of him. “You’re gonna get through this Eddie.” You bring his hands up to hold your face knowing that the physical touch will help him. 
“Breathe with me baby okay? In and out.” Eddie follows your lead of taking a deep breath in holding it for a few seconds before letting it out. The two of you do this a few times until his breathing is back to normal and his heart rate has slowed down. You smile as he calms down and place a kiss on his forehead. “I’m proud of you. Do you wanna talk about what caused it?”
“Just overwhelmed I guess. Now come on we gotta get you up there and stop blocking the road.” He stands up after shrugging and pulls you up with him.
“Eddie? Do you want to just go home? I can tell them all that I got sick so we weren’t able to make it.”
“You’ll be with me the whole time right?” You nod at him. “Then I’ll be fine. But, maybe you should drive up there in case I freeze again.”
“Okay.”
Eddie feels better almost immediately upon entering the house. You’re all smiles and refusing to let go of his hand as you lead him through the place looking for people. You find your parents first and your mom immediately pulls him into a hug and it’s suddenly like he never had a panic attack, her hugs were always healing in that sort of way. 
“Are there a lot of people in the kitchen right now?” You ask your dad knowing he’d give you an answer more honest than your mom because she was used to a lot of people.
“I’d start in the dining room, only Amy and her husband are in there.”
“Thanks.” Your hand goes back to its home wrapped up with Eddies before you head into the next room over. 
“Y/n! We’re so glad you could make it.” Your aunt pulls you into a hug as soon as you get close enough and you’re quick to embrace her back. “Is this the boyfriend we’ve been hearing so much about?”
“Yeah, Eddie this is my aunt Amy and that’s her husband Dave. This is my Eddie.”
“You’re getting a hug too c’mon.” Eddie hesitates but goes for the hug anyway. Once he separates from her Dave shakes his hand in greeting. “The kids are in the living room I think.” It’s like she read your mind with what your next question would be.
“Alright, I’ll find them after I’m done introducing Eddie to the others.”
Eddie meets five more aunts and their husbands two of which being your great aunts, and your uncle and aunt, who are twins, and their wife and husband. There were also all of the older cousins you had who were hanging around with the adults. All of them pull him into greeting hugs and it’s made clear to him why your love language has always seemed to be physical touch.
“C’mon let’s go find the kids, I’m pretty sure I know where they are.” You pull him through the house to a closed door where you can faintly hear children from the other side. “This used to be my playroom when I’d visit.” You quickly explain with a fond smile before opening the door. There’s five kids in the room of various ages it seems. Two girls are playing with dolls, one boy is playing solitaire in the corner, and another boy is chasing a giggling girl around the room.
“Y/n!” The smile that graces your face as the running girl sees you is bigger than any Eddie has ever seen and you drop his hand faster than you ever have in order to meet her in the middle and lift her into your arms.
“There’s my little vampire bat!” At the sound of your voice the other kids look over and the boy playing cards rushes over to you before anyone else can.
“Y/n, come see my game. I’m winning!” He grabs one of your hands and starts to pull you over to the table he was sitting at. You follow along easily adjusting the girl hanging on you so you can still have a grip on her with one arm. Eddie can’t help but smile as he watches you interact with your youngest cousins.
“Who are you?” His attention goes to the three sets of eyes staring up at him.
“I’m Eddie. Y/n’s boyfriend.” He quickly adds the last part after forgetting that they might not know that. The girls ooo and giggle a little bit at that. Eddie takes his hands out of his pockets and crouches to be closer to eye level to the kids in front of him. “Who are you guys?”
“I’m Cooper.”
“I’m Stacy and she’s Jenny. We’re sisters.”
“Pretty names for pretty girls.” He smiles at them and Jenny peeks out from behind her sister's back. “How old are you guys?”
“Twelve.”
“Eleven.” Cooper and Stacy speak at the same time and his eyes bounce back and forth between them before looking at little Jenny.
“I’m five.”
“What am I, lunch meat? Where’s my hellos?” You interrupt the group walking back over the other two children hot on your heels. You pull Stacy into your arms while looking over her head at Cooper. “You too old for a hug yet?” He shakes his head giving you a hug after Stacy parts from you. “Hey Bambi!” You lift Jenny into your arms and spin her around gaining her laughter. 
“Did you meet these guys then Eds?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. These two are Amelia and Ethan. They’re both eight.”
“Hey.” Eddie waves at them before straightening out.
“Kids, your grandma should be back soon, come out to surprise her!” One of your aunts yells through the house.
“Alright, come on guys.” Amelia grabs the hand that isn’t supporting Jenny on your side and you shoot a questioning look Eddie’s way making sure he doesn’t need it. He just smiles and gestures for you to lead the way out.
“Ladies first.” Stacy grabs Eddie’s hand on her way out following you and he follows behind her while making sure the boys are coming too.
“Do you like playing cards?” Ethan asks as he walks beside him.
“I don’t play much but yeah.”
“What about soccer?” Coop chimes in.
“Most I’ve ever done for soccer is pass a ball around. I’m not much into sports.”
“Well what are you into?”
“I play guitar a lot and I play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends when we can.”
“Are you in a band?” Stacy looks up at him in awe like he’s some famous musician.
“Yeah but we’re not all that popular yet.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Everyone quiets down as you join the rest of the family and you can’t stop smiling at how the kids seem to like Eddie. You knew they would, he just has a way with children. And really you were closer to them than you were to most of your other cousins so it really mattered the most that they liked him and he liked them. 
At some point you must’ve lost Eddie. One moment he was next to you and you were getting deep into conversation with your aunt and the next he was gone. You weren’t sure how long he was gone but just assumed he left to go to the bathroom or something until about ten minutes had passed and he still wasn’t back yet.
“I’m gonna go find Eddie, make sure he’s not freaking out somewhere.”
“I think I saw him head that way with one of the kids.” Your aunt Beth points towards the front of the house in response.
“Thank you.” Knowing that he’s probably with the kids eases your worries. They probably just pulled him away to play rather than him disappearing to have a panic attack.
You make your way through the house and exit through the front door before you hear a giggle that can only be coming from Jenny. You walk down and around the porch to find Eddie and all the kids in the yard. 
He’s passing a ball between Cooper and Ethan while talking to Stacy who’s sitting out of the way. Amelia is hanging off of his back the way she normally would anyone who would let her. And he has shy little Jenny sitting on his hip talking away and he nods in acknowledgement in between looking up at the boys to kick the ball back to one of them and responding to whatever Stacy said.
You stop to watch the sight in front of you with a smile on your face. You had helped raise all of these guys so in a way you felt like they were also partially your kids. And it meant the world to you that Jenny was opening up to him, she barely even looked in the direction of newcomers, she was so shy. It’s why you started calling her Bambi. And she normally just sticks to you or her sister. You make a mental note to tell Eddie about that so he knows how much her being attached to him means.
“Y/n!” You cringe as Amelia yells your name in Eddie’s ear. Your lovely boyfriend doesn’t react negatively to it though, doesn’t even bat an eye as her voice probably ruptures his ear drums. He just looks towards you smiling and waves before quickly moving his free hand around his back to stop your cousin from jumping off of it too fast and hurting herself.
“Woah slow down Spidermonkey.”
“You seem like you’re having a good time.” You pick Amelia off of his back and help her climb around you to your own. 
“What can I say, I found my people.” The smile on his face, the pure joy in it, the way you know he feels at home with the kids, makes your love for them grow exponentially more than you ever thought it could. The fact that Eddie would probably be freaking out internally if they hadn’t dragged him off to play has you feeling so thankful that they did.
“You’re good with them.” You poke Jenny’s nose as you speak while Eddie stops the ball again and passes it over to Ethan.
“Good enough to have my own?” He sends a flirty smirk your way and wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh at him.
“Stick with me for another year and try again.”
“I’ll hold you to that, you know?”
“I know.”
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dingochef · 10 months
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Take Care
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)
Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: Jake takes of El, even if it's from afar and while their relationship hangs in peril.
This is a one shot to my series Stepping to You Toe-to-Toe. Best read after Chapter 12: Cliche.
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The moment Jake hangs up with Wolfie about calling in a favor to get Elsa a security system today, he is still plagued by the need to do something, something more to protect Elsa.
He wryly notes that Elsa would be half annoyed because she's said on more than one occasion, "I'm a grown ass woman who can and has taken care of herself, thank you very much." The other half would be secretly touched but the gesture. That stranglehold of sadness of just how much he's fucked things up with her closes in around his heart and he tries to push it away and think of something to he can fix right now.
He recalls her story about letting Creepy Bill have it and Millie backing her up. He knows Millie, she's Phoenix's aunt or something and has been at a few celebrations. He calls Phoenix.
"Come on, come on, pick up, he mutters to himself as he paces around the small kitchen.
Finally, a groggy voice answers, "Hangman, what the fuck do you want on a Sunday morning?"
"Good morning to you too, I need your Aunt Millie's number. "
Jake hears the absolute confusion in her voice,
"Why on earth do you want her number? Trying to move on after Elsa? I'm pretty sure Millie's wife Candace is going to have a few issues with that."
Phoenix's razor sharp wit doesn't take long to come online in the morning.
He gives her the fastest recap of the whole situation he can and finishes with,
"Millie probably has Bill's address."
"Figures creepy old man is involved. One, you're going to promise me that you'll bring someone with you capable of preventing you from beating this dude into a pulp and getting you court martialed. Two, don't think this is going to be enough to get back with Elsa. You know you have a looooooot of shit fix," she says, drawing out the o in a lot to a long syllable.
"I know, I just want to be able to do something, even if she never wants to see my face again," he pauses, the thought creating a deep ache in his chest, "Can you help me out?"
She sighs, it almost sounds like sympathy, and says,
"Yeah, I'll text it to you. Give me a quick sec to call her and let her know what's up."
"Thank you, Phoenix."
"Later Hangman," and then she adds a little more softly, "Good Luck."
He paces around the small house for five minutes trying to wait long enough to call Millie.
A text comes in from Phoenix.
Phoenix: Millie is pissed so she just gave me Bill's address with the promise you won't do anything stupid, I gave her an 85% guarantee on that.
Phoenix: Bill Wilson
8585 Saturna Court
La Jolla
Phoenix: DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!
Jake: Thank you.
He gets dressed quickly throwing on some jeans, a white t-shirt, and his bomber jacket. His next stop is Rooster's room. Jake doesn't spare the door when he raps on it to wake Rooster up.
"What that fuck, who is it?" Rooster groans.
"It's me, Hangman, get up. I need a favor from you."
"Fuck off," he shouts back.
"Rooster, this is the least you could do after the shit you pulled last night. It's about Elsa, some guy is stalking her."
"Fine, fine, let me put some god damn clothes on."
"Try to look intimidating."
"Yeah, ok." Rooster snorts.
A few minutes later he emerges wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. They're out the door and walking towards Jake's car. Jake starts the car and pulls away, headed off the island and towards La Jolla.
"So what's the deal and why do you need me to go with you?" He asks.
Jake runs him through the situation and gets him up to speed.
"So, we're going to go beat up some old guy who can't take a hint, or in this case a giant fucking billboard?"
"No, just more of a come to Jesus talk and to scare him a little bit. Phoenix made me promise to bring someone so 'I wouldn't do anything stupid.'"
"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
"Basically just stand there and try to look intimidating, I'll do the talking."
"Okey dokey."
They find Creepy Bill's house and park at the curb. As they walk up to the house, Jake tells Rooster,
"Put your sunglasses on,"
Rooster snorts and points to the very overcast sky,
"It's for effect, dumbass."
Rooster rolls his eyes and complies.
As they stand on the small porch, Jake asks Rooster,
"Ready?"
He nods.
Jake gives three sharp raps on the door, not bothering with the doorbell.
There is a small amount of shuffling and then the door opens to a man in his 50s with slightly graying hair who is a couple of inches shorter than Jake or Rooster
"Are you Bill Wilson?" Jake asks.
The older man nods,
"Yes, that's me. What can I help you with?"
"You and I have a mutual acquaintance, Elsa Matthews."
He interrupts Jake and says,
"Oh yeah, Elsa, lovely girl."
He licks his lips subconsciously in a way that makes Jake's stomach turn. Jake takes a steadying breath and tamps down the overwhelming urge to grind this guy into a pulp.
"Here's the deal, Elsa is a friend of ours," he emphasizes the word friend and uses his thumb to point at himself and Rooster,
"And she made it known that despite giving a clear picture of how she sees you in her life, which is not at all, you keep pushing. We're not too happy with the stunt you pulled with the roses. Which by the way, she said were cliche as shit. So, Elsa has made it perfectly clear for you to stay away and you should be getting a piece of paper today from the police making that even more clear. I just want to add that Elsa has a lot of friends like us, especially a lot that live really close to her on Coronado Island and might not be as level headed next time you do something stupid. You got any questions, Billy boy?"
The old man has gone white in the face and manages to stutter out, "No, no. I get it."
"Good boy, you learn quick. I think we're done here." Jake turns around and motions to Rooster and he follows.
They get back in the car and Rooster speaks first as they pull away.
"I'm surprised, you actually held your shit together and didn't pummel him into the ground."
"Hah, he's a sad old man that thinks he bully his way into a woman's life, but when faced by any real man he's a total chicken shit."
"I gathered that, so now what? You going to go to Elsa and be her knight in shining armor to redeem yourself?"
"No, she doesn't need to know about this. I said I'd give her space and unlike that asshat back there I respect that. I just thought if I could do one last thing for her, I could feel a little better for being a giant asshole and ruining a good thing."
"Shit dude, you're in love with this girl. Huh, never thought I'd see the day Hangman fell in love. Can I buy a ski lift ticket in hell now?"
"First of all, fuck off, Rooster. Two, who wouldn't fall for Elsa, she's smart and funny as get out, a genuinely good person, hot as hell, and just gets me. Like me, Jake, not Hangman, just Jake."
Rooster let's put a low whistle,
"Oh shit, this is real," he pauses, "I'm starting to feel a little bit bad about telling her about the bet, a little bit," he holds his fingers a tiny bit apart. He continues, "What about her? Is the feeling mutual?"
"God, I hope so. I see these moments where she's unguarded about something and I can feel her being vulnerable and then it's gone. She's been hurt before, I can tell. I've got to earn her love.'
"Well good luck dude, just because we've had this little talk doesn't mean I like you any more and or I won't stop secretly hoping you crash. But you and I both know she deserved to know the truth."
"Fair, funny thing is that I was already planning to try again and then you laid down that stupid bet and I agreed it. A decision I hope won't haunt me for the rest of my life."
They arrive back at the house they're sharing and get out. Jake leans over the car roof and says to Rooster,
"Don't worry about us becoming bros, the dislike remains mutual."
"Whatever, dude," Rooster sniffs and walks into the house.
Jake heads to his room and flops down on the bed. He pulls out his phone to send Elsa one last text. His heart pangs at the photo of her I set as the background, it's her in front of the B-29 where they talked about the nose art. He set it as his background as soon as he took jt. She is mirroring the pin up girl's arms holding them up and has pulled up one of her legs with the knee bent in front of her. Her bright smile shining through. He scrubs his face as he sighs and unlocks his phone and pulls up the text app.
Jake: Bill won't be bothering you anymore.
He puts his phone aside and decides to go for a run just for something to do. The run around base is quiet as it's a Sunday with little activity. Running as far as he can to feel exhausted Jake makes his way back to the house.
Jake showers and grabs something to eat and sits on the couch turning the TV mostly for the noise, something to fill his brain other than the replay loop of Elsa's face from the bar last night, her saying "I do, Lieutenant" and the look in her eyes from yesterday in the car, and a quick succession of her laughing, the way she feels under his arm when they were cuddling on her couch, the feeling of waking up to her sleeping face, and what feels like a million more memories. He scrubs his face in frustration and keeps looking at his phone hoping that something will come through. Jake decides to read a book as a distraction, somewhere between the last murder and the brilliant detective monologue he must have fallen asleep.
Jake awakens to a gentle knock on our door, he gets up to open it and it's Lydia. He didn't realize he had gotten his hopes up in the five feet to the door that it would be Elsa. Rooster's room is dark, indicating he's not there.
"Hi Lydia, Rooster is out, but you're welcome to wait for him," Jake informs her.
"Yeah, he said he'd be about a half an hour but to just go on and meet him here," she replies.
Ever the polite host, Jake offers Lydia a drink. She chooses a beer and sits down on the armchair that makes up the second piece of the extravagant Navy issued living room set.
"So how's it hanging, Hangman?" she asks, knowing that he's heard that question a million times before. Jake decides to wave off a smooth response and replies,
"Not great and that's mostly your boy's doing."
"What'd he do? Short sheet your bed, put itching powder in your jockstrap," she pauses, "Wait do guys even really use those ever?"
"No nothing that juvenile, he talked his big mouth and told Elsa about I bet that I took and called off and she is understandably pissed off at me."
Lydia stops mid sip,
"Wait, what do you mean a bet you took and called off. Explain, and how does that involve Elsa?"
"Rooster bet me I couldn't get into Elsa's bed within a week from the night she blasted me at the Hard Deck. The thing was that I was already trying to figure out a way to contact her."
Lydia snorts,
"You're not the first one to become entranced by Elsa, but you might be the only one to get murdered by her and actually come back. So, the bet, you said you took it, why?"
He sighs,
"Because I am apparently a very stupid man who is easily goaded into doing stupid things by your boy, Rooster."
"I gathered that," she says dryly, sipping her beer.
"I didn't collect on it when Phoenix announced loudly that I'd woken up at a girl's house and Rooster confirmed it was Elsa's. I regretted taking the bet as soon as I said yes. I hope I don't regret it for the rest of my life."
Lydia sighs,
"I'll deal with Rooster, although this giant pile of dog shit you have to climb out of is entirely your doing." Jake nods in agreement.
"I'm more pissed Rooster fucked up something that good for Elsa, forget you, no offense." Jake shrugs the comment off.
She pauses for a long moment and looks off to her side, sucking in a deep breath she says,
"I'm going to tell you something about Elsa that she probably hasn't told you. She doesn't open her heart easily."
"I know that, there's these moments when I see these glimpses of her, really her, and then she shuts the door and changes the subject."
"Good, you're at least aware of that, that's a good start. Did you know that Elsa was engaged once?"
"No, she didn't talk about that."
"Yeah, it's not really something she likes to relive. She was engaged to this guy, Liam, who worked with her at SpaceX. She thought it was the real deal and they were living together. She came up with an amazing new design for getting satellites out of the rocket that made things way more efficient, like a solid make your career kind of innovation. The bastard beat her into work on Monday and presented the designs as his own. She only found out because she walked in on the end of the meeting. He didn't get why it was a big deal.''
Jake's eyes widen at that thought, to know Elsa was to know how proud she was of her work and the impact it has on the world. He couldn't think of a quicker way to kill off a relationship with her than to degrade, not value, not respect her work, her amazing brain, basically her. What a fucking idiot.
"She dumped his ass, told her boss everything, quit her job, packed up her shit from their apartment, left him his shitty ring, and drove back to Michigan that day."
"Holy shit, she doesn't mess around. Then she moved here."
"Yeah, and she's had a few relationships, but they've ended when guys get insecure because she's like a 1000 times smarter than them, or that fact she makes more money than them, stupid ego stuff. It just made her harder and she protects her heart."
"So, why are you telling me all this?" Jake asks.
Lydia sighs again,
"Because maybe I'm a hopeless romantic, but mostly because there's been a spark in Elsa and a joy I haven't seen in her for years. For some reason, you, perhaps one of the most egotistical guys on the planet, actually makes her happy. I thought if you knew some of her background you might be able to dig yourself out of this epic hole you've dug for yourself."
She goes on,
"I know you want to run to her and confess your soul to her, but let me repeat, give her space to think. You push too hard, you'll just push her away. If you get a second chance, don't fuck it up because if you break her heart again I will hunt you down and make your balls into earrings." The last sentence is said with such deadly seriousness, that Jake doesn't doubt Lydia's intent for a second.
"Thank you, Lydia. This helps, it helps a lot."
Rooster has chosen this moment to appear, his face lights up at the sight of Lydia and then turns to confusion as he sees the look on her face.
Jake takes that as his cue to leave and escape to his room, as soon as he shuts the door, Lydia says, in a deadly tone,
"Bradley Fucking Michael Bradshaw, you've got some shit to explain."
"Umm, babe what are you talking about?" The alarm in his voice is apparent and Jake is glad he is getting his ass chewed out.
"I heard about a bet you laid down about Elsa, my best friend for 15 fucking years, and then decided to tell her about last night."
There is a long pause as Rooster thinks up a battle plan. He says slowly,
"Yes, there was a bet that Hangman technically won, but that he called off."
"And that bet was?" Lydia asks him, waiting for him to answer.
"That he could get in Elsa's pants in a week."
"First of all, how gross. I get the stupid betting, but on that it's just disgusting. Second of all, Jake said he was already wanting to see Elsa again before the bet, but he let his ego lead him instead of his brain and he took it. He's got to clean up his mess, that's on him for that colossally terrible mistake. I'm more pissed at you that you would deliberately ruin what is or was turning into something good for Elsa. That girl has had some serious heartbreak and for some reason Hangman has been good for her."
Rooster has moved into full apology mode,
"Babe, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you."
He is shuffling through the usual playlist of apologies trying to find something that sticks.
Lydia cuts him off,
"Rooster, you're a smart guy," Jake snorts where he is leaning against the door at that statement,
"You can't tell me you haven't seen a difference in Hangman. You can tell the boy is stupidly falling in love, why would you ruin that for anyone? You guys are supposed to have each other's backs up in the air, why would you do something that shitty down here?"
"I don't know."
Lydia sighs,
"Well, think about it, Rooster, I'm going home. Maybe we'll talk later."
The door opens and softly closes. Jake sprints to his bed and lays down like he hasn't been listening with his ear to the door. He expects Rooster to come barging in to start a fist fight, instead all Jake hears is the door to his room shutting quietly and the house is eerily silent.
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izzy-b-hands · 27 days
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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS
Tagged by @sherlockig, thank u Alexz!!
Under the cut bc I got wordy and rambly as per usual lol.
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Kind of? In that I more or less named myself after Izzy from our flag lol. Not that I'm going to tell everyone I meet that, but it is a big part of why I stuck with it after trying it out (that, and I've always wanted a name that had the letter zed in it, silly as that may seem.)
One of my middle names (that I had been using as a first name for a few years) is after my grandfather and aunt who also have that name as their middle name.
My deadname was after an actress famous in the 90s (tho tbh my mum apparently didn't choose it for that, she chose it bc she didn't find out my gender until I was Out and then was like 'aw fuck I don't have a name for this situation' and went with the first one she saw in a book of names a nurse gave her. It was only after that she remembered the actress when I was like. 4. that she changed and started telling ppl it was after that instead.)
And technically Holden is after the book character, but mum never actually read that book (and after I described it to her, said she has no interest in doing so lmao), she just liked how the name sounded and that was the one solitary name she for sure had on hand when I was born apparently. Could have saved us all time had she just used that one for me anyway!
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Couple of nights ago. I'm doing better abt missing my cat Nisha, but my phone will toss up compilations of pics of her to mark the year/month/etc and sometimes those still get me. It popped up just before I went to bed that night and I was already so tired that I just. broke down. Bc I know she's v loved and looked after w/my mum, but I do miss her goofy lil self a lot. She was my first cat that was given to me and meant to be mine alone, and there's something abt that first pet bond I guess.
3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Nope, and it's not a likely thing for me. I've said before that that happening would be in a very specific situation, wherein I'm with someone who wants to dedicate the rest of our lives to raising a child, or god forbid more than one, tho I think I'd max out at two if I managed one at all tbh (and that's not even getting into the very complex for me thing of would I want to actually be pregnant ever (probably not, absolutely terrified of dying in childbirth and don't see myself getting over that easily), we have the funds to make that happen (and give the kid a good life, not just a decent one or 'could have been worse' like my own), and we feel stable mentally, emotionally, and physically (as much as one can outside of Life Happening of course) bc having a kid means putting allll of that first for them, ahead of yourself. Or at least I think it should mean that lol.
But that situation is incredibly unlikely considering my bigger goal in life is to wind up being a third for multiple couples while also fucking any of my friends who are down for it in a big poly ENM sort of thing for lack of better/more detailed definition (I know it sounds unrealistic and maybe it is to a degree, almost definitely is lol.)
I can admit I just. don't want to uproot the life I've been trying so hard to build for myself in so many ways, to have kids. I'll happily help babysit the kids of any friends tho and be the fun uncle that buys them junk food and lets them stay up late to watch movies. I think that's about the level of parenting of any kind that I can handle for now (also tbh I burned out on parenting bc my family admits they parentified the fuck outta me with my three younger cousins. It by far could have been worse, but I spent my teens spending most of my days after school helping look after them from the newborn years and on. Unless my above uber specific scenario happens, then I've probably had my fill of parenting for my lifetime.)
4. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?
I played volleyball for a few years in elementary school, and we were made to participate in a multi-school track and field thing for most of middle school every year, but I was never amazing at them. Housemate and I have figured out I likely have undiagnosed asthma tho (turns out running or going out in too cold or hot weather shouldn't instantly make you gasp, struggle to breathe, and make you taste iron in your mouth, who the fuck knew? Not me, genuinely) so I think that might have a lot to do with it.
I also enjoy tennis and badminton and would love to try rugby, but I've never played any of those beyond a hobby with family/friends.
5. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
I do! Probably too much and not always in the best situations, but I've been working for years to hone when and where it should be used so I think/hope I'm a lot better with it than I was when I was younger. Tho even then, I did get adults who found it funny when I was sarcastic bc of how adult I seemed to a lot of them (their words, not mine lmao.)
6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
I genuinely don't know. Usually I'm too busy running my script for meeting new ppl in my head and trying to maintain Common and Expected Etiquette to really notice much right away. I have found that after a bit of time/after the initial meeting has passed, I tend to notice colours ppl wear more often than others if I see them often enough, or hair colour. But I don't know if it counts towards this question at that point lol.
7. WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?
Kinda blueish grey? Some ppl say it's too grey to be blue, others that it's too blue to be grey. I had a lady at the ND DOT freak out abt not being sure if I should have blue or grey on my ID a few years back, and she finally just told me to put blue so 'she could stop feeling so confused.' Was a weird day and the first time I realised apparently they really do have a blend of both colours, enough for it to be upsetting lmao.
8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
I can't choose between the two; I like both! I also like mixing them together when I write (a scary story with a happy ending, an ending that seems happy but is actually terrifying, so on and so forth.)
9. ANY TALENTS?
Writing? Maybe, I always list it bc it's something I know how to do and to (usually) do decently well. I can sort of draw? But not well enough that I think 'talented' would be accurate to describe how I draw lol. I'm not sure of anything else off the top of my head tbh.
10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
In California, USA! We were there bc dad was in basic training for the Marines and then just got stuck at Camp Pendleton for years lmao (or that's how he always talks abt it anyway lmao.) Only was actually there until either: a. I was 3 months old, b. I was 6 months old or c. I was actually basically still a fresh newborn. Depends on whether you're talking to my dad, mum, or grandparents as to which answer you get, and at this point I'm genuinely uncertain as to exactly when mum left and took me to North Dakota but 6 months seems the most potentially accurate lmaooo.
11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?
Writing, drawing, reading (not enough but I'm trying to remedy that), napping, watching movies/fave shows, and giffing.
12. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Kind of? My cat Nisha had to stay in North Dakota after I moved, so my mum and her bf are looking after her now (and got her a little sister, a kitten who is getting so big already!, named Bella.) I help Housemate look after aer two cats as well, and I'd like to think the boys consider me like their fun uncle lol (aka I bend over backwards for them and let them steal my spot on the couch all the time, and will break out the treats if needed to corral them now and then. In my defense: they are the cutest lil baby boy cats and they deserve the world, even when they're being little gremlins lmao.)
13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?
Approximately somewhere between 5'3 and 5'4ish? I can't recall the last time I was actually measured, and most of the ppl I've been around were somewhere between those heights and I'm usually either slightly shorter or slightly taller than some of them, so??? I put 5'3 on my ID tho lol
14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?
English bc it was easy and I liked almost everything we did in that class. All my general and more specific history courses were a close second, and my foreign language classes a close third.
15. DREAM JOB?
Ideally, I'd love to not have to work. But who wouldn't, so that said, probably something in a library or museum. I'd love to be a library page again, or help work the front desk/docent duties of a museum. Working at someplace like Mystic Seaport would be amazing too; I'd be happy to learn how to help repair/repaint ships that come in or just help do tours or look after artifacts and stuff (tbh they could hire me just to type up any random data entry work they need done for any/all depts and I'd say yes to the job offer lol.) Unfortunately there's fairly significant roadblocks to me achieving any of these jobs rn, but I like to keep them in mind, just in case.
Also, if I can have one dream job that would be even more unlikely and is slightly TMI probably but: paid third for a rich couple. I show up, look nice, [redacted], make sure they're both good for the night, then go back home to Housemate (if it wouldn't be a night they'd want me to stay over, which I wouldn't be against but also. That would require some overtime pay lol.) The chances of this one are...so unlikely it's stupid funny, but a man's allowed to have dreams right lmao?
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moonreadingjournal · 10 days
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i feel like most of the posts i post in this blog is mostly about The Extraordinaries series by TJ Klune but I don't care. It is one of my favorite series of all time.
I love it.
This post contains SPOILERS (you've been alerted)
yesterday I was almost done with Heat Wave (the last book) and I was thinking how grateful I am that I read these books. I have re-read the first two books 3 times now and I just re-read the final book for the first time since it came out.
This story still has such an emotional chokehold on me. It is so good. Nick is such a ridiculous character, I love how he is. How he is written and how he develops in the three books. I love how unapologetic he is.
I would just like to share some scenes that have had such an emotional impact on me (i don't know how to begin to explain why but I still want to).
In the first book, The Extraordinaries, for me is when they talk about how Nick and Seth met. When they were just 6 years old (maybe 7). The way I cried and still cry when I read it, says a lot. If you've read it, you know. It is the swing set scene. where Nick met Seth while he was alone swinging on this old set while eating chocolate pudding. How Seth was just a shy little boy and you can feel how his world turned technicolor when he met Nick. He was just a baby, had lost his parents in a train crash, and meeting Nick helped him. I cry when I read it, but it is nothing compared to how much I cry when I read a similar scene.
when Nick's dad was in the hospital, and Martha (Seth's aunt) visits Nick. She told him about the little boy who had lost a lot and was still grieving. How he didn't talk a lot and how her and Bob (Seth's uncle) were so worried about him. Oh my God, but when she says how he came home and kept just talking about this boy he met called Nicholas Bell and how they were going to be best friends forever.
Again, the emotional hold those two parallel scenes have on me, on my heart is unreal. I love them so much. TJ Klune does an amazing job weaving this story where you care about all the characters that appear on it. Minor or not. and I love it.
As of right now, in Flash Fire I think my favorite scene is when Nick tells Seth that he loves him. In the prom. When they were fighting against Ice and Smoke. How Seth smiles (MY TENDER HEART CANNOT). Don’t get me wrong. The whole book is so unbelievably good (all of them are). They are in the midst of chaos and that scene made me cry so damn hard again.
In Heat Wave, the whole book is on a totally different plane compared to the other two. In the story, Nick’s mother has been dead for 4 years now yet somehow she re-appeared. When you read the book, it is the real villain’s wife that can shapeshift (among other stuff). That whole thing is unreal. It is so cruel. It is so unbelievably cruel. Nick and his Dad went through all the grieving process. They still had issues in the first and second book but they worked through it so well. Becoming stronger. And then this. This was so mean. It is crazy to me how TJ Klune was like: you know how to write this book? PAIN. That’s how. And then he had to double down by killing Owen.
Like…how dare you? It is still pretty freaking good though.
Objectively, I know why Owen had to die. By the way that he was, where they all gave him multiple opportunities to turn around (in the first and last book, he is not present in the second one) but he just didn’t. I know that dying was the only way to resolve it. It was pretty hard though. He was just a kid, a villain, but just a kid. When you read the books, you find out that his parents were not good. His dad experimenting on him, used him like he was a tool (which probably was only the tip of the iceberg). When I think about him I think about Akito Sohma (if you’ve seen Fruits Basket you know). Akito was the source of torment to all the members of the zodiac. Hurt them physically, emotionally and psychologically. You find out Akito was hurt by her mother. Which, doesn’t justify it. Nothing ever does. It just allows you to understand them better but not to totally gloss over everything. Owen felt that same way. Which is why it hurt how he died. Rip.
One of my favorite scenes is after they find out that Nick’s mom is not Nick’s mom but an imposter. Nick and his dad have to live at Jazz’s house until the home is repaired. It makes my heart hurt when Nick is woken up by his dad. His dad snuggles for a while with Nick and cries his heart out (along with Nick). It feels like they have to go through the grieving process again. It is not the same though. Because they didn’t lose Nick’s mom again. She was never there. But they toyed with their emotions. It is just so twisted and so jarring.
It might seem cliche but my other favorite scenes are in the epilogue. When they are 26 (Jazz, Nick and Seth) and 27 (Gibby). It is Jazz’s and Gibby’s wedding. My favorite, favorite part is when Nick is saying how he has decided to propose to Seth. Using the wedding ring that his mother, Jenny Bell, gave her father. Only for Seth to also propose to Nick using his own father’s ring. I cry just a little harder in this scene. It isn’t quite the same as having matching necklaces. Like some couples do. It is so much more impactful. Nick’s dad loved his mom from the moment he met her. The life they build together. The pain they both felt when she died. The fact that he gave Nick his ring. It makes it so much sweeter. As well as for Seth. He loves his aunt and uncle. They became his parents in all the ways that mattered. But he always kept close to his heart the fact that he lost his own parents. There is this instance in the first book where Nick is at Seth’s home and sees the pictures on the wall. And he talks about how Seth doesn’t have a lot of memories from his parents but the ones that he does have he protects them so fiercely. So the fact that he gave Nick his father’s ring is also so impactful.
My last favorite little scene is almost at the end of the epilogue. When Jazz and Gibby are kissing at their wedding and Nick says how they took a picture right at that moment. Where Nick is cheering loud and Seth is quietly smiling. jazz and Gibby have a sweet kiss. And how he hung that picture in his home with Seth. Right next to the one he has of his mom. The one at the lighthouse. My heart cries.
It is such an amazing book and I wish the fandom was a lot bigger and that it also had a lot of fanart. I wish it had a graphic novel or a manga. And a good animated show (not a live action). I wish a lot more people talked about this series. Hopefully it will get the recognition it deserves.
I don’t know if I had a point for this post but I just wanted to make it. I don’t have a lot of people that have read it and I wish I had someone to talk about it with.
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Hang Your Halo • Four
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Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC Beckham “Halo” Teague
Series Warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Eventual sexy times. Brief descriptions of combat. Kidnapping. Mentions of drug and weapons trafficking. Violence. Smut with kinks (spitting, throat grabbing, hair pulling, spanking, soft dom/brat dynamics, so much dirty talk) aplenty
I need somethin' you proof, somethin' stronger than I'm used to
You Proof x Morgan Wallen
Beckham
After the behemoth that is my partner put me back down, I tossed my tank top back on  and dropped into the booth next to Phoenix.  "Hello QB1!  Fancy footwork you had out there today" Natasha compliments me as she slides me drink towards my waiting hands.  Ahh Aunt Pen gave me the good stuff, a hefty shot of peanut butter whiskey and Vanilla Coke.  Don't knock it till ya try it, it's basically like a liquid Fluffernutter sandwich and it's my favorite.  The guys have crowded around the pool table that I have officially been banned from.  They didn't take Aunt Pen's advice on guarding their wallets the first time I met them, but they have since learned their lesson and won't let me near it.  Weenies. 
"Why thank you gorgeous!  How you been, Natty?" I ask her.  "I've been great!  I actually have something to tell you, but later and when we're not in a room filled with nosy fuckers" she replies.  I raise my eyebrow at her, knowing what it's probably about, then let a broad smile cross my face. "What kind of trouble have you found lately Beck?" she asks before I can raise another question about her "news." 
"Not a lot, just been training per usual.  Oh!  Seresin has been teaching me how to box, that's been fun." I chirped back.  "'Boxing' huh?  Is that the newest euphemism?" Natasha shoots back at me with a sly smirk.  "Come on, Nat.  You know we're not like that. Besides, I'm still dating Carter!" I slap her arm.  "Psh, whatever.  You two are stupidly in love with each other but refuse to acknowledge it.  Also Carter is gross and boring." She replies with a shoulder bump.  "I swear to God, Natty.  He's just my partner.  My sexy as fuck partner, but my partner nonetheless.  And Carter isn't boring, he's stable. I need more of that in my life.  Also if you consider a beefy mancake of a cop gross, I don't even know how to help you." I roll my eyes and take another sip of my drink.  "I'll admit, I didn't like Seresin for a while. But you've brought out a softer side of him that I don't hate.  He's still a douchebag, but he's basically a giant puppy when it comes to you" Natasha replies, shooting me a knowing look.  "Ugh, whatever Nat.  Believe what you want, but it's not like that.  We both value each other and our jobs way too much to do anything.  Not that there's anything there!" I quickly tack on.  Natasha just rolls her eyes and drags me towards the jukebox. "Just so you know, there's nothing that says you'd face disciplinary action if there ever was a thing between you" she whispers in my ear before picking a song. My jaw drops.  "I knew it!" I squeak out.
I plop back down in my seat and check my phone, finding a text from Carter.  Carter.  We've been on and off again for the better part of a year.  It's a vicious cycle; one of us calls the other when they're lonely, we date for a while, we fight over something stupid and breakup, then repeat over and over again.  Don't get me wrong, I know it's not healthy.  But it's a habit at this point.  I honestly can't find anyone who can handle my chaotic schedule or the fact that my best friends are badasses, and if I do, they're trying to convince me to settle down with them and retire.  Yuck.  Carter gets it; he's a cop, understands chaos and isn't ready to settle down. It works...for now.
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I huff and toss my phone back on the bar.  I swear he can be such a shit sometimes.  Hangman chooses that moment to walk up and notes the sour look on my face.  "Let me guess, Officer Crankypants?" I hate how well he can read me sometimes. "His name is Carter, but yes." I reply, laying my head on the bar.  "What is it this time?  You hang around too many men and he knows how men think, or he expected you to be there at the drop of a hat and you weren't?" He asks.  "You know, I'm not too fond of how easy it is for you to pick up on that.  To answer your question, it was the latter.  I'm over it" I grumble.  "I swear he's such a tool, is his dick that big to make you to stay?" He narrows his eyes at me in question.  "Ha!  No, he's just...convenient." I reply with my chin propped on my fist.  Jake's eyes flash with mischief before he hops up. "I'll be right back, I have the perfect song for you!"  He fiddles with the jukebox, a triumphant sound leaving him as he finds what he was looking for.  The opening notes of an all too familiar Jesse McCartney song that I've loved since I was teenager fill the bar. "Oh my Lord, what is this man doing?" I mumble to myself.  The giant moron starts singing and dances his way towards me.
"Hey baby girl, I've been watching you all day
Man that thing you got behind you is amazing
You make me want to take you out
And let it rain
I know you got a man but this is what you should say
Why don't you tell him that I'm leavin' never looking back again
You found somebody who does it better than he can
No more making you cry, no more them gray skies
Girl we flying on the G5
And I'm leavin' never looking back again?
So call you shawty and tell him you found a new man
The one who's so so fly
The one that keep you high
Have me singing all night
By the time he makes it over to me, I'm howling and tears are running down my face from how hard I'm laughing.  I shove him back towards the corner where the rest of them are playing games and hear my phone ding. I look down to see a message from Nat.
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I shoot her a look and roll my eyes, finally joining the crew in the back. 
More drinks are had and the music continuously gets louder.  Next thing I know, Natasha and I are on top of the bar, rapping our hearts out about being big mad and shaking our asses.  Seresin makes his way over to me and reaches his hands up, a sure fire sign I'm well past tipsy.  Knowing I'm riding the edge of being just drunk and shitfaced, I give in and grab his hands.  He turns around, placing his back to me, and I wrap my arms around his chest and my legs around his stomach like the spider monkey I am.  Since he's most likely already paid our tabs, I rest my cheek against his shoulder as he carries me to the truck. 
Being the southern boy he is, country music flows through the speakers once he turns the engine over.  A few songs later, my JAM comes on and I make him turn it up.
"Met a girl at a bar downtown and we got to talkin'. Said she likes cheap drinks and tattoos and Morgan Wallen!"
I practically scream along making Jake laugh hysterically at me.  We pull up to my house and he hands me a couple of tablets of ibuprofen and a Gatorade, making sure I drink plenty before I get out.  He's been on the receiving end of my hungover wrath one time too many, so he always makes sure I'm squared away before he leaves. 
"Alright short stack.  Text me once you've set your alarm and plugged your phone in, I'd prefer to not have to come drag your hungover ass out of bed in the morning" he instructs with a smirk.  I salute him with two fingers as I hop out of the truck, hearing him drive away once my front door is closed.  I stumble my way into my room, plug my phone in, set my alarm, and send Jake a screenshot of my alarms set and an eye roll emoji. 
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I take a quick shower then belly flop into bed, passing out almost as soon as I hit the pillow.  Right before I drift off, I see a text from Nat come through with a picture attached.  It's of Jake catching me when I stumbled, his arms wrapped around me and holding me close to his chest.
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I'm just gonna keep my head in the sand until I can't anymore.
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morbidlybatty · 1 year
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The Kindness of Strangers - Chapter 17 - Leatherface/female reader
NO AI TRAINING: any use of this work to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text is expressly prohibited.
I'm sweatin’ like a damn hog in the summer as soon as my eyes open. I’m just happy My Love locked the door for me. Don’t want Mama to see me in my underwear. Wiping my face with hands doesn't even help with the amount of sweat I've built up. I look in the mirror and feel my face stretch as I stick my tongue out at myself. I can never get used to missing so much, even after all this time. Aunt Verna did her best but she ain’t God. My nose is probably splattered across some field with the rest of my face. I catch myself trying to scratch the itchy spots but stop before I do any damage. My Love told me she got me some fancy new creams from the pharmacy that’ll help. I look out the window to see the sun just about to go down. It should cool down soon. I grab my rag out of my old pants to wipe off my sweat. Wonder if the mama that made me sweat like this too. Mama said she knew her from the slaughterhouse and that she was real nice but not much else. I’ll have to ask if I remember later.
I put on my new fancy clothes and look in the mirror. My new cow-hide patterned shirt makes me smile. It looks really nice with my black tie. I almost look like those auction men who sell pigs and stuff. I sigh as I put my small half-mask on. Don’t wanna deal with the sweat my good mask causes. I’ll just end up makin’ the leather stink and lord knows when my girl will be ready enough for me to get a new mask. I sit at my dresser and pat my blue makeup square, rubbing it on my eyelids like My Love showed me. It’s much neater now and I don’t use it as much as before.
I head downstairs and poke my head into the dining room. My Love and Mama are setting the table still. I head to the craft room to see Ms. Betty eating her seed on the floor. I pick her up gently and make soft happy sounds with her. Love Ms. Betty. I’m gonna let her play while we eat. Mama won’t be mad as long as I sweep up her mess. I grab the little broom and pan and clean up her little poops and feathers. The sweet girl just cocks her head at me and follows me around as I clean. I throw out her mess and gently push her away from the door as I leave. Can’t have her getting stepped on.
Mama is setting the dishes on the table for supper. I sit next to my love and wave at Drayton. He stares at me and huffs. I know he doesn’t like makeup but he’s been much nicer about it since Mama gave him a talkin’ to. I serve everyone’s plate since I didn’t help make dinner tonight. I put extra veggies on my love’s plate. She’s so little she could use ‘em. Mama always said veggies make you big and strong. Drayton could use more too but he’s too picky.
My love seems to only be picking at her food by the time I’m done. She only has a little meat left. I tap her and try to ask her what’s wrong. She gives me a nervous smile.
“I’m just curious about the clinic. Ever since I learned ‘bout the Hartman family, they’ve had me worried a bit.” I can feel both Drayton's and Mama’s eyes on me. The memories don’t hurt that much anymore, but I know what happened won’t make ‘em happy. I sigh and nod. I get up and grab a notebook and two pencils. Don’t really wanna waste time using my knife to sharpen one pencil the whole time.
"It was a little after my older cousin Jackson’s birthday. He felt bad cuz he couldn’t handle a pig thief like Aunt Verna wanted him to. Drayton took us to play a trick on whoever came down the road first. It was some Hartman girl and her man. It was Jackson’s job to get her to the barn so we could spook her…but she fell and got crushed. Her daddy got real mad at Aunt Verna and they took us away. We weren’t good kids so they sent us to the clinic. Said we were sick in the head. I remember drawing a lot while there."
"They were bad people…I got hit a lot and called names for not talking. Zapped my head a lot when they felt like it. Thought it would get me to talk. I just didn’t have anything to say…"
My love rubs my shoulder and puts her head against me while she reads.
"Something happened and a lot of us got out. I was walking outside and looking at the plants when Ike picked me up in a car with his lady. They had Jackson in there with the nice nurse. Ike wasn’t very nice sometimes. He pointed knives at people and guns. But he was gonna take us to his Mama’s house in Mexico. Gave me new clothes too."
I tapped my pencil on the table trying to remember how it all went.
"I sat outside the diner we found while Ike got us some food and other stuff for the trip. I got shot in the side when Ike and the nurse made people mad. You seen that scar when we bathe. We ran out of gas and had to walk across a big field. We went into the woods and found a trailer. The nice nurse took care of my wound there. Ike was mean to me and Jackson…we lost Ike at night. In the morning, Clarice was screaming about cops and we had to hide. She got killed by Hartman. The nurse ran away and made things hard. Hartman got dogs. We hid in a dead cow so they wouldn’t find us."
I look up to see my love’s pale face. She looked sad and confused.
"The nurse was mean and called for a cop that went across the bridge. Jackson tried to surprise the cop and take his gun. Killed him. I remember a lot of screaming and making the nurse drive by pulling her hair. I looked out the window when a cop was following me. He shot my face. The nurse crashed the car and the cop chained me up in a barn by our house. I only remember trying not to choke. I got drooped into something and hurt my leg bad. It’s better now but when it rains it aches. Aunt Verna pulled me out and sewed me up. I did what she told me to and now everything is okay."
I look over to see my love crying. I hold her face and try my best.
“‘S “kay” She nods and pushes her face into my hands and sobs. Mama grabs my notebook and starts reading it, her face also getting pale before passing it around the table. Everyone at the table begins to look sad. I feel my own eyes fill with tears. I didn’t mean to make everyone sad at supper. I look at my love in concern and she shakes her head.
“You deserved so much better. Jackson deserved to be here with you. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time is all.” Drayton smacks his lap angrily.
“If I hadn’t tried to get you and Jed out there, none of that would’ve happened to you!” I shrug. I was little when it happened so I can’t imagine it going any other way. I miss Jackson sometimes but he was either gonna die in that clinic or die free. I'm just glad one of us made it.
I stand from my seat and give my Mama and Drayton a kiss on the head. I go to the record player to play something happy for us. The funniest one I can find is Yakkity Yak. I grab my lady’s hands and stand her up against me to dance. I see her smile and giggle as the music starts to go through the cloud in her mind. I spin her around like grandpa showed me to do. It makes her frown nearly disappear so I pick her up in my arms and spin her real good. She squeals and holds on to me tight. My smile feels tight against my face but it's all worth it for her. It took me a long time to trust again. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have met my sunflower. The girl who helped me find my lost voice.
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roalinda · 9 months
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good day! hope you're doing fine! canon gave us prongsfoot shippers little, but my god the quality… today i'm fixated on how Sirius was gushing about James. Something so simple and raw about it. 'You fly as well as your father did, Harry' he said in Shrieking Shack about only highlight of that mad post-Azkaban year. He reminiscented with affection how James used to mess up his hair [while Harry was angsting about swm honestly the timing]. 🤦😅 [1/2]
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Hi anon! 
I'm doing fine. 😊 and prongsfoot asks always makes my day shine brighter. ♡ 
You are absolutely right! I don't want to sound biased or anything (because what I'm going to say is a simple reality) but the only pairing that actually makes sense for Sirius or for James (not taking Jily which is canon into account here) is prongsfoot a.k.a themselves. I have never understood the point or the logic of lots of other James or Sirius fanon pairings. True, prongsfoot is fanon as well but it is - oh, come on, of course they were together! - kind of fanon based on what we get in the book. If one doesn't ship them romantically, the platonic soul mate love is undeniable. Problem is that a lot of people ignore canon as if it doesn't exist in favour of works like ATYD (which I respect the writer and the people who enjoy it of course) or somehow just make up random excuses about James and Sirius' relationship. I don't want to start a ship war or anything here, so I guess I should stop ranting about it. I understand that it's a fictional world, so ships can exist with the policy of - what if - in shipping but to be honest these what ifs have become kind of ridiculous.
Sorry, I strayed from the topic. Canon gave us little quantity but a great quality, not to mention Sirius always mentioning James' name in every topic that comes up, from quidditch to bravery (probably even James' tooth paste flavour behind the scenes). 
Sirius is one awesome character. He was so passionate, so full of life, so bright and it was stolen from him all in one night. I believe a part of him died with James for good. A part that even if he was a free man would remain dead. Some may think it was rash of him to go after Peter, seeking revenge but I think he did the most logical thing, (may or may not on purpose). Yes, he was angry and vengeful to the point of insanity but if he had managed to catch Peter, it would prove his innocence. But I believe the most painful part of this tragedy is that James Potter and Sirius Black, the ones who Peter always hid behind them and were the strongest pillars of the marauders, fell by the hands of the one they put their trust into. The guilt is more suffocating for Sirius because James kept wanting him. He wanted Sirius to have his life in his hands and only agreed to switch the secret keepers because Sirius said so. 
James trusted Sirius with his life, literally and practically. Not only his own life, but his wife and son's life as well. He was putty and trusting in Sirius' hands, and I believe if Sirius was in James' situation, he would trust no one but James and his words as well. This is the broken part inside Sirius or at least one of them. To me, he was in a self-induced guilty coma all the while in Azkaban, trying to keep himself sane until he saw the danger which burned him awake to get to his godson.
He is so proud of Harry, of the way he flies, of how brave he is, how similar he is to James. Molly Weasley (and others) can say whatever they want, Sirius doesn't see Harry as James though. It is disrespectful to what he shared with James. Sirius is sarcastic and cruel and arrogant, but not to the people whom he holds dear. He has a heart of gold with them. I cannot help but to feel really emotional over the first time he saw Harry ( when he was angrily leaving his aunt's house ) and then remembering how it was similar to the way he ran to James' arms house. Like imagine the comfort he found there. The home he found there with James. They would watch the stars together and Sirius would talk about ancient astronomy while James would come up with the strangest yet the most complicated magical theories based on them, something like turning Slytherin's common room golden and red under Venus' orbit; an essay or the runes macabre.
If Sirius remained the secret keeper and died for James, I think it would drive James insane with grief as well because he too would blame himself. The fandom is going to obliterate me for this, but maybe he did agree to switch secret keepers to keep Sirius safe. James was a kind soul who cared for all his friends but Sirius was just another level. Sirius was half of his soul and we all know that James can be arrogant and self-centred (affectionate) . It is just a very cruel HC of mine though. But he didn't know that he sacrificed and crushed Sirius' soul in the process.  (as I said HC ) 
But beyond the veil he stands, after years of watching Sirius from afar and longing, and receives Sirius into his arms as he sobs along with him, both asking for the other's forgiveness.
Sorry for the dramatic last part and thank you for the ask. ♡
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milo-manheim-luver · 2 years
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Fourth of July- Shawn Mendes x fem!reader
Summary: Y/N and Shawn go to Y/N annual Fourth of July party where Shawn gets judged.
Warnings: angst, lots of fluff, cursing, suggestive content. That’s about it lol
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“Babe, it will be just fine” Y/N spoke to Shawn, as Shawn’s hand gripped her left thigh as he drove.
“Okay, baby, but like you literally just warned me that your great aunts are judgmental. And you know very well that I hate being judged, especially by people who are related to you. And oh my god your dad is who I’m the most scared to meet. He could fucking shoot me in an instant” Shawn continued to ramble on to his girlfriend of four months.
“My love, he would never shoot you for starters, and secondly, all I said was ‘hey, by the way my great aunts will probably say something about your tattoos’ I also told you only two of my great aunts are mean. Aunt Lucy is the nice one. Oh and please stay clear of my cousins so that they don’t drool all over you” Y/N said as she glanced over to her boyfriend who she’d already fallen head over heels for.
Moments later, Shawn had made a left turn and then a right, straight into the driveway of where they’d be staying for the weekend. Every year for the weekend of the Fourth Y/N family would get together at the inherited family’s mansion, where they’d celebrate.
“Holy fuck. Babe you didn’t tell me we would be staying in a mansion. It’s beautiful” Shawn spoke as he got excited by the old mansion.
“Baby, it’s not that big” she giggled as Shawn parked his white Tesla in the roundabout, pavement driveway.
“Hah, that’s what I said” he smirked just before opening his door to quickly run around and open the passengers side door, to help Y/N out.
“Shawn Peter Raul” Y/N raised her voice just before smacking her boyfriends chest, as a result to his dirty joke. “We’re at my family’s house, so you must watch what you say please” she continued, followed by a few chuckles as they continued to pull out their bags for the weekend.
As Y/N grabbed her bag, Shawn gently took it away from her to carry it. Y/N in response gave Shawn a gentle kiss to one of his rosy cheeks before continuing to lead the way through the backyard fence and through the back door. “Holy shit this is like a maze” Shawn exasperated as they continued to walk around the large house, trying to find Y/N grandparents. “Grandma! Grandpa! How are you guys? I know I’ve been gone in Toronto for awhile, but anyways meet my boyfriend Shawn” Y/N spoke to her grandparents as she clutched her boyfriend’s bicep.
“Well hello there, Shawn” Y/N grandma spoke to the tall, lean Canadian man. “Hello ma’am, he spoke sweetly to his girlfriend’s grandmother as well as shaking her grandfather’s hand.
“You guys can go up to your room. The third one to the left” Y/N grandfather spoke in his deep voice as Shawn and Y/N walked to the foyer, beginning to walk up the large spiral staircase. As soon as they walked into the room that they would be staying in over the weekend Y/N shut the door and locked it before turning around to smirk at her tall, and confused boyfriend.
“Baby why’d you lock the door?” He asked her as he sat on the end of the large king-sized bed, before laying down with a huff escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. “Because my love, I don’t want anyone to walk in on us, duh” she giggled out as Shawn opened one eye, glaring at her.
“Hey now, I’m telling you right now I will not fuck you while we are here. Okay? I can’t afford to have your whole family hear us” Shawn spoke as he grimaced just thinking about your family finding out or even hearing the two of you.
“My love, that wasn’t the plan. I meant we can make out…. Right? Plus I think we can help each other get changed” She asked innocently as she walked over to her boyfriend and straddled his lap, placing both of her hands on his broad chest, causing him to open both of his eyes wide. “Babe, why do you have to be so fucking hot?” He asked in a lower tone. “I didn’t know I was, my love” she spoke as her hands tan up to caress his broad neck before placing her delicate, plump lips onto the singers’.
“Mmmmhm, baby” he started to speak before kissing his girlfriend again. “I really like this idea” he continued again as he broke up their little make out session to speak again, before continuing again. “But you’re gonna give me a boner” he spoke shyly as his cheeks started to turn red. “Uh well.” Y/N smirked as she went back to kissing Shawn. She slowly ran her hands from his face, down to his chest, unbuttoning his white button up. She slowly pushed the shirt off of his muscular shoulders, giving a chaste kiss to his collarbone, causing him to shudder, releasing a sigh. Her small hands started to fumble with his belt as she unbuttoned his light wash jeans, ending the kiss to pull them off of his thick thighs.
“Babe, you between my thighs is a huge turn on if I’m being honest with you” Shawn groaned out to Y/N. Y/N started to make her way up from Shawn’s toned stomach all the way up to his collarbone, almost leaving a mark. “Baby, stop before you leave a mark because then your dad will actually kill me” Shawn chuckled to his girlfriend. “Oh, uh, about that. There’s still a few faint ones from like five days ago” Y/N cringed as she spoke, causing Shawn to freak out.
“Oh my gosh. It’s really the end for me. Your dad is going to murder me. Oh my gosh….” Shawn spoke as he sat up, eyes wide open as he began to worry. “Baby, it will be okay. I promise. They’re hardly noticeable. Now your boner on the other hand is very noticeable” she spoke with a stifled giggle, getting off of her beloved boyfriend’s lap, walking over to her bag. She dug through her bag, finding her tiny bikini she had planned on wearing. Shawn of course had insisted that she wear that specific one because, “it looks so good on you” were his exact words. She started to strip, feeling her tall, lanky boyfriends eyes on her as she got dressed in her bikini, pulling on a halter dress after as a coverup.
“Baby, I’m not sure you should wear those swim trunks” Y/N giggled as she turned around to see Shawn in his short, red and white vertical striped swim trunks. “Why not?! I like them. They’re quite comfy for me, actually” he exasperated, offended. “Because my cousins will start to drool all over you” Y/N huffed out in jealousy. “Oh baby, you know I only want you” Shawn cooed as he hugged his girlfriend, wrapping his large arms around her waist. “At least put a button up on before you swim?” She asked sweetly. “Anything for you, my love” he cooed back, pulling a crème colored button up long sleeve shirt on, undoing a few buttons towards the top. “Now come on, let’s go downstairs. Everyone is here” Y/N stated as she dragged her giant boyfriend out the bedroom door, and down the stairs, eventually ending up outside by the large in-ground pool.
“Oh my gosh! Hi sweetie! How are you?! And who is this?” Y/N great aunt Stacy asked in her sweetest tone, Y/N obviously knew what was next. “I’m good” Y/N chuckled before she spoke again. “This is actually my boyfriend, Shawn” “Is that a tattoo?” She asked, trying to be nice, but failing miserably, as she pointed to his collarbone.
“Uh, yes ma’am it is” Shawn spoke politely, clearly nervous as to what she might say next. He gently put an arm around Y/N waist, for security.
It’s kind of gross, you having a woman’s name on your body” she said disgusted in him.
“It’s actually my little sister’s name” he frowned as he spoke nicely to Y/N great aunt.
“Why does it even matter if he has a tattoo aunt Stacy?” Y/N chimed in, with a very angry glare.
“Come on, my love, let’s go swim” Y/N giggled out, as she thought about how lucky she was to have him as her boyfriend for the rest of her life. They walked over to one of the poolside lounge chairs, sitting their stuff down. Shawn sat down, patting his thigh, indicating Y/N to take a seat on it.
“Hun, I’m so sorry she was mean to you” Y/N cooed out to the brown, curly-headed boy, who she adored so much. “Baby, it’s okay” Shawn chuckled as he leaned his forehead against his girlfriend’s, as their noses touched. “No, you can’t kiss m-“ Y/N was cut off by her boyfriend’s soft lips. “Me” she spoke again as she smacked her boyfriend’s chest, letting out a small giggle.
“No fucking way, is that Y/N with the Shawn Mendes? There’s no way” Y/N cousin, Claire spoke to her sister Lia. “Uh, I think so?” Lia questioned as her sister Claire ran over to her cousin.
“Hey Y/N, there’s no way this is the Shawn Mendes” Claire chirped as Shawn looked her in the eyes, giving her his signature smile. “Hey hunny” Shawn spoke softly to his girlfriend’s cousin.
“Oh my gosh. Y/N how?! Also hiiiiii” Claire spoke excitedly. “I’m good Claire, how about you? Staying out of trouble at school?” Y/N chirped to her baby cousin. “You know it. Also, I hate to be one of those people, especially since you’re at a family event, but do you mind if I get a photo with you?” Claire shyly asked her cousin’s tall boyfriend.
“Of course you can hun” Shawn smiled widely, excited to meet yet another fan of his. Claire handed her phone to Y/N, as Y/N got up off of Shawn’s lap, as her cousin and boyfriend posed together. Shawn had an arm wrapped around her, smiling. Soon after they were done, Y/N went back to sitting on Shawn’s lap, pressing a gentle kiss to his delicate lips.
“Please take your shirt off” Y/N giggled nervously to Shawn who just looked down at her, laughing and obeying her plead. Y/N began to help her giraffe man of a boyfriend with the buttons on his white button-up. Y/N began to brush Shawn’s shirt off of his shoulders, leaving a chaste kiss to a faint love mark she had left there days ago, on his collarbone.
“Baby” Shawn whispered out into her ear before continuing, “stopppp doing that my love” he chuckled into her ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping the small curls at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly, earning a ever so quiet grunt from him. “But it’s fun to mess with you” Y/N pouted, jutting her bottom lip out. “If I started to mess with you, you’d punish me by having no sex for like a week” Shawn pouted to his girlfriend who still sat in his lap. “That’s because I can’t get embarrassed at a family event for MY family. Duh” she giggled softly, rubbing her hand up and down his large left, bicep. “That’s so not fair though” Shawn pouted up at his girlfriend.
Y/N leaned into Shawn’s ear, and whispered, “let’s go take a swim.” She stood up off of her boyfriend’s lap, pulling her halter dress up over her head, but struggled terribly. “Babe, will you help me?” She questioned to her boyfriend who still sat on the lawn chair. “I don’t know. It’s kinda adorable seeing you struggle. It reminds me of the time we first had sex and you struggled to pull your shirt off” he started to chuckle immensely at the not so long ago memory.
“Shut up and never speak of that again. That was only because I was a little drunk, but so were you so…” she began to pout again until Shawn came over to help her pull her halter dress over her head, only to overhear Y/N other great aunt talking to Y/N mother.
“M/N who and what is that boy well man doing to Y/N?” Y/N great aunt Cindy spoke in disgust at the tall Canadian man.
“Oh you mean Shawn? That’s Y/N new boyfriend!” Y/N mother spoke as she smiled, looking at her daughter who was smiling away, as she got lost in her boyfriend’s hazel eyes. “And it looks like he’s helping her take her dress off? I’m not sure” Y/N’s mom chuckled again, looking at her aunt.
“Really? He has so many tattoos. Does F/N really approve of him? Because I know how much your husband despises tattoos. And he has his ears pierced? Like don’t you two think he’s a little too much of a- oh my goodness. That is so inappropriate…” great aunt Cindy gasped as Shawn had turned just enough for Y/N’s great aunt Cindy to see the faint love marks Y/N had left all along Shawn’s collarbone days before.
“Do you not see those marks on his chest area? There are children here!” Great aunt Cindy exasperated to Y/N’s mother, who was a little shocked as her daughter had always been so innocent until she let her take that one trip for her 21st.
“Aunt Cindy, it’s okay. She’s an adult now. You have to remember that. And as for the question about F/N, he actually, surprisingly likes Shawn. Shawn treats Y/N very well. He’s very kind and down-to-Earth. F/N doesn’t really particularly like his tattoos but him being so good to Y/N makes up for it” M/N spoke smiling to her aunt.
“Baby, I can hear everything your great aunt is saying” Shawn, the pop sensation frowned as Y/N had sat back onto his lap. “Hey, my love, don’t listen to her. She’s always been like this. Even to me” Y/N smiled as she grabbed Shawn’s slightly scruffed cheeks.
“I love and adore you hunny” Shawn smiled as he moved his nose so that it was briskly touching Y/N’s, giving her an Eskimo kiss.
“Come on, let’s get in the hot tub and you can have a corona?” Y/N asked her beloved boyfriend, as he gulped. Walking over to where Y/N’s great aunt Cindy and her mother were sitting in the hot tub, Shawn climbed in, giving Y/N his hand, helping her in, as she took a seat in Shawn’s lap, earning a glare from her great aunt Cindy. Y/N leaned over, opening the cooler next to the in-ground hot tub, pulling out a corona for Shawn.
“Baby, do you want lime in it?” She asked as she turned in his lap to look at him. “Hmm nah. It should be fine. Remember, I’m a real man, who can handle any flavor of liquor. Unlike some people. Cough cough Y/N” he smirked at her, referring to the first time they had met. In response Y/N smacked his chest, causing Shawn to laugh even more as his cheeks began to turn pink, remembering that his girlfriend’s mother and great aunt were right across from them. “May I please have my corona” he whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek lightly. “Fine. Only because I love you” she said, handing him his bottle of corona.
“So, Shawn, I have a few questions for you” great aunt Cindy spoke to the tall Canadian, who looked back at her like a deer in headlights. “Yes, ma’am. What would those questions be?” Shawn smiled nervously at the older lady.
“So how did you two meet?” She asked with a dead straight face, making both Shawn and Y/N gulp. Y/N hadn’t told her family how the two really met. It’s not that easy to say you bumped into a pop star at a bar in Toronto, where you went to celebrate your 21st, spilling beer all over him, to him buying you a round of shots to help you celebrate, which then lead to you losing your virginity to a very skilled Canadian.
Shawn, then turned to look into Y/N’s eyes for a little bit of permission, as she gave him a reassuring smile. “So when she flew out to Toronto, last September, to celebrate her 21st, she went to this bar I liked to go to. But come on we all know how clumsy she can be. She ran into me and spilt beer all over my white button up. Which babe, by the way was my favorite Yves Saint Laurent shirt” he chuckled as he dove his head down briefly to capture just below her jawline. “She then started to cry and tried to dry it up. But then I tried to make her feel better by buying her a round of my personal favorite, tequila. So short answer, I met her at a dope ass bar in Toronto” he smiled, as he gripped both of her hips under the water, pushing her down onto his lap even further than she already was. Y/N let out a small giggle, rubbing her wet hand through his set of brown curls, giving them a little tug. Shawn in response just bit his bottom lip to keep in a groan, before leaning down to whisper into his girlfriend’s ear, “stop that, or else, I won’t play nice.” Y/N then glared up at her boyfriend through her long lashes as if to challenge him.
“baby, do you wanna go get like a gin and coke?” Y/N asked her tall, lanky boyfriend, so she could have a moment alone with him.
“oh uh yeah, sure. uh do you all have whiskey?” he asked shyly, worried her great aunt would make a snarky comment on his alcohol consumption.
“yeah we have whiskey. did you want a small glass of that or did you maybe want me to get you a few shots of tequila or even vodka?” she asked him softly.
“would it be bad if i did both?” he whispered to his girlfriend.
“just a tad bit. i’ll go get you some shots. how about that?” she smiled softly at her boyfriend.
“that sounds lovely. where to?” he asked the woman he was head-over-heels for. He put his hand out for Y/N to take as she climbed off of his lap and out of the in-ground hot tub.
“Just inside, in the kitchen” she smirked down at him as he stood up, walking behind her, eyes planted on her ass as she swayed her hips. ‘Wow she’s really going all in’ he thought to himself.
he quickly caught up to her as his hand snaked down her bare back, landing on her ass, giving it a small squeeze, earning an evil glare from her as they entered the large house, and into the empty kitchen.
“baby, stop doing that” the tall boy spoke in a low tone, as he trapped his beloved girlfriend between his large frame and the countertops. his eyes were now a dark, chocolate brown color, filled with lust.
“why should i? it’s really fun seeing you all flustered” she spoke innocently, which only turned the tall boy on even more.
“babe, i’m so fucking hard right now it’s not even funny” he grunted into her ear, only earning a giggle from her.
“hah that’s exactly what you said to me the night we met” she chuckled lightly.
“if I remember correctly, you spoke first saying how you wanted my dick” he smirked back down to Y/N. Y/N looked down, blushing, as she became even more flustered due to shawn’s member poking her hipbone.
“babe, for starters i didn’t just want it, i got it. also you better think of something gross to get rid of your stupid boner” Y/N chuckled lightly as she turned around, reaching on her tippy toes for the top shelf to grab the alcohol.
“you don’t think it’s stupid when it’s inside of you” he cringed as the words left his mouth, earning a gasp from his girlfriend.
“Shawn Peter Raul!” she yelled at him, turning around to smack his chest as both of their cheeks turned pink.
“What?! it’s true! you know it is!” he defended, raising both hands into the air. Just after he did that, the couple heard a creak in the old wooden floors, meaning someone was coming their way.
“hunny, what are you doing? your father is looking for you” Y/N mother asked as if she hadn’t heard any of the couple’s previous conversations.
“oh ma, i’m just making shawn and i a few drinks” Y/N smiled to her mom as Shawn hid behind her small frame, hiding his prominent erection.
“okay, well your dad wants to see you and shawn and get caught up with his little girl” Y/N mother smiled warmly as Y/N finished making her and her musician of a boyfriend’s drinks.
“okay, we will be right out!” Y/N smiled to her mother as her mom walked out.
“phew, that was a close one” shawn smirked as he dove his face into the crook of Y/N neck, peppering soft kisses, before biting down, causing Y/N to pull away.
“what the fuck shawn?” she growled at him.
“that’s for trying to turn me on earlier” shawn taunted back to Y/N.
“trying? more like succeeding. i love you” Y/N pouted you at her tall boyfriend, as he looked down into her sparkling eyes. “i love you too. i just had to mark what’s mine. i’m sorry i’m so possessive” shawn pouted, looking down at the ground. Y/N cupped his cheek making him look into her eyes.
“well, i think it’s sexy. i like it on you. shows me how much you really love me” Y/N smirked up at her lover.
“wait, did you just say you think my possessiveness is sexy? glad to know i’m doing something right” he smirked down to Y/N, leaning down to plant a loving kiss to her lips.
“come on my dad and mom are waiting” Y/N spoke as the two finished their drinks. “go find my dad, i’ll be right behind you. i just have to go to the bathroom to cover up this love bite on my neck” she teased shawn as he smirked down to her.
Y/N walked to the bathroom, fixing her hair, to cover the bite that was located in the crook of her neck. once she fixed her hair to cover it, she stepped out of the bathroom to find her mother in the kitchen waiting for her.
“hey darling, please don’t be mad at me, but i might have overheard your guys’ conversation earlier. i can’t tell you not to do anything because you are an adult now, but at least tell me you’re safe about everything” her mother spoke with sincerity and worry.
“i had a feeling you heard some of it. i’m really hoping you didn’t hear some parts of it but knowing you, you probably did. i guess it’s better you find out now than in an interview or something. but to answer your question, yes, we are always safe. i promise you. i’d love it if you didn’t tell dad, but you tell him everything” Y/N smiled to her mother.
“i did kinda hear everything. i’m sorry hunny” she cringed but laughed after.
“gross. now my mom knows my sex life” Y/N muttered to herself as her and her mother walked out of the house and the pool lounge chairs.
there, however we’re only three pool lounge chairs. Shawn’s long body lay reclined in one, as Y/N father lounged in the one beside shawn. Y/N mother sat in the third and last one which was on the end next to Y/N father.
“baby, come here. don’t just stand there hun” shawn cooed to his girlfriend as she hesitantly walked over to shawn’s lounger. she slowly climbed onto the lounger, curling up next to shawn’s tanned skin. shawn’s arm instinctively wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her close to him.
“it’s so nice to finally meet you sir” shawn spoke to Y/N dad. they had already shaken hands before Y/N and her mother joined them.
“as to you” Y/N father spoke politely. However, shawn was certain her father could see the faint love bites all across his upper chest and neck that his girlfriend had left just days prior.
“all i’m gonna say is, please treat her well. she’s my baby girl. you know, the youngest of the two girls” F/N spoke with love.
“of course sir. i really love her. truly. i love waking up to her next to me every time she’s at my condo” shawn smiled at the thought. he remembers the first time he woke up, with her in his arms. it was the next morning after they had met the night before. clothes strung out all over the place. her eyes had fluttered open, making his heart skip a beat.
“oh Y/N is that where you stay when you fly out to toronto?” her father asked her with a chuckle, her smacking her boyfriend’s chest, after muttering a small “wow, thanks.”
“yeah, he always told me to just give him a text when my flight would arrive and he’d always pick me up. he’s the best daddy. trust me when i say i’m the luckiest girl in the world” Y/N smiled shyly, as she dug her nose into her boyfriend’s neck, giggling.
“i’m glad you’ve finally found someone. thank you, shawn, for taking care of my little girl” Y/N father spoke with sincerity to his youngest daughter’s tall, lanky popstar of a boyfriend.
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“babe, you taking a shower?” Y/N asked her goofy boyfriend. they had just finished dinner and had set off fireworks with her family. they would be spending the night at her family’s inherited mansion and leave in the afternoon the next day and take the long drive back up to toronto from new york.
“yeah. wait, you wanna join?” he smirked down to his girlfriend whom he adored with all his heart. she giggled out, responding, “yes, but, not funny business.”
“aight chief” he whispered into her ear, leaving a small peck behind it.
as they undressed and began to walk into the shower, there was a knock on their bedroom door, causing shawn to groan in frustration; as he wanted a moment alone with his girl.
Y/N walked out, naked, to the door, but not without feeling shawn’s eyes glued to her backside.
“who is it?” she asked out, cringing.
“it’s aunt cindy. some of us are having some champagne and visiting. did you and what’s his name want to join?” she asked out, in a grouchy tone.
“uhhh, let me ask shawn. he might be a bit tired, but i’ll ask. he’s about to take a shower but once he’s done, i’ll come down and let you know” Y/N hollered through the door.
“yeah alright” great aunt cindy hollered back in her cranky voice.
Y/N walked back to the bathroom, as shawn started the shower, checking the temperature to make sure it was perfect for the two of them. they both got into the walk-in shower, as Y/N stared up at shawn through her hooded eyelids.
“hey, hunny, what are you thinking right now?” shawn asked his girlfriend while his hands caressed just above her waist as his back was hit with the water.
“i just hope my dad doesn’t think anything less of me after seeing the love bites all over your chest. like i’m supposed to be his innocent little girl. and i definitely hope he doesn’t hate you for being sexually active with me” she spoke shyly up to her boyfriend.
“how would he know that?” shawn smirked as memories of the other night ran through his head.
“oh yeah, my mom heard your big ass mouth while we were getting drinks earlier today” Y/N sassed back to shawn, causing shawn’s smirk to fade.
“please tell me she didn’t hear everything” he cringed at thought of his girl’s mother hearing intimate details.
“oh she heard everything alright. she even asked if we were safe” Y/N sassed back up to her boyfriend before continuing, “she tells my dad everything”
“hunny, it’ll be okay. stop thinking about it. okay?” he questioned her as his calloused thumbs rubbed circles around her bare sides.
Y/N ran one of her small hands up shawn’s chest, landing on his stubbly left cheek. she gazed into his dark eyes, falling in love all over again like she does every time she gazes into them. “you know i wouldn’t change anything about the night we first met. as a matter of fact it was probably one of if not the best night of my life” Y/N cooed to her popstar of a boyfriend.
“well, that was very random. but thank you hunny. you’re my queen. and i love you with my whole heart. never forget that. now let’s actually shower and cuddle, yeah?” shawn cooed back.
“anything for you. i love you with my whole heart too” Y/N whispered into shawn’s ear, planting a passionate kiss to his lips.
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pairings. finn mikaelson x elena gilbert, caroline forbes x klaus mikaelson
summary. Elena leaves Mystic Falls after taking the cure and becoming human again. She ends up in London, England where she makes a life for herself, and falls in love. When she returns to the US and goes to visit Caroline in New Orleans, she’s not the same person she was, she’s also no longer Elena Gilbert.
/Or the one where Elena secretly gets married, to someone completely unexpected.
a.n. okay so this is definitely heavy canon divergent. basically in my head canon finn never actually wanted to kill his siblings, he’s definitely angry, and justifiably so and has hated who what he was for a long time. elena and damon do kiss but they never become a thing officially, but she does still become sire bonded to him. finn never dies and elena never goes into the coma. there will be a few things that i’m ignoring from tvd and the same with to. one from tvd being that caroline never has the twins with alaric, and she’s already in an established relationship with klaus.
* cannot claim ownership over the gif used, that belongs to @bonniebirddoesgifs​
PROLOGUE || CHAPTER 1
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                                                   PROLOGUE
Dear Diary
I’m married. MARRIED.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around that. It’s been two days now, and I still can’t quite believe that I’m someone’s wife. But it’s true, I am someone’s wife and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.
My husband is not who I imagined I would fall in love with or marry. I don’t regret falling in love and marrying him, of course, I don’t, and if I could do it all again I wouldn’t change that for anything. I can’t imagine my life without him now, and I don’t think I want to. But I wish Bonnie and Caroline could have been here with me.
Caroline was the one with her wedding all planned out to the last detail when we were kids. I never had mine planned out to the very last detail, but I did always imagine the kind of dress I’d wear. Caroline and Bonnie would be my bridesmaids of course. My parents were always there, and my dad would walk me down the aisle. And sometimes I would picture what my future husband looked like, most of the time though he was a blank face.
I'd be lying if I said I never thought about what a wedding to Stefan would look like, but I never really gave it a lot of thought. I never planned anything, especially in great detail. That doesn't mean I didn't love him, because I did and still do. I'm grateful to Stefan because he saved my life. He brought me back to life at a time when I needed it. I'd just lost my parents and I was so lost, but I was trying to put on a brave face and act as though I was fine, not only for myself but for Jeremy.
So much has happened since then and anyone reading any of my previous entries would probably think they were extracts from a fantasy novel. Story of my life, and it's certainly felt like a roller coaster the last few years. Especially when the Mikaelsons came into my life. The first time I met Elijah - after Rose and Trevor kidnapped me - I never imagined that I would marry into their family. Especially after everything that has happened. And yet here I am. I'm sure once people find out they'll think I'm crazy, and I'm sure Damon will have a thing or two to say about it.
But you can't help who you fall in love with. And maybe I didn't see it coming, and maybe I am crazy, but I still don't regret a single minute of it. I just hope that my friends and family will be accepting of this. I can't help but wonder what my parents or aunt Jenna would think, but I hope they'd be happy for me, I hope they'd be supportive.
There's still so much to write about, but I should go. We're back in the US and on our way to New Orleans. Freya Mikaelson is still alive. I will explain everything as soon as I can.
Oh god, Caroline and Bonnie are going to kill me.....
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beautifulhigh · 2 years
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In the burned house I am eating breakfast (Gen) 5k (AO3 link)
Thanks to @queen-saltyfries for making the Tumblr post which helped shape this idea into something I wrote in one sitting. Also thanks to Rafa for the storyline - if you won’t write it then I will. Next time just link to your AO3 account.
Title comes from the poem "Morning in the Burned House" by Margaret Atwood
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am.
He’s aware of a lot of noise, maybe someone shouting? But it’s all a bit fuzzy and he just wants to go to sleep and so he does.
Carlos wakes up on the day of his eighth birthday, all excited for what lies ahead. He’s been promised a whole day with his family doing what he wants (he doesn’t know that his sisters have been bribed with additions to their allowance for the month as well as a fully funded trip to the cinema for them both and two friends next week.)
He’s planned it all out: Mami is going to make them all pancakes for breakfast and he gets to have all the syrup he wants. Then they are going into town so he can get a new pair of sneakers that he’s been saving up for before going to the comic book store. They are going to have lunch at the little café he likes because the woman who runs it is friends with his mom and so she always gives him extra fries with his burger. Then they’re going to the arcade and then to the ice cream parlour and then the video store where he gets to choose both movies for them to watch that night as they camp out in the living room.
It's going to be the best day ever and he gets to be in charge of all of it.
He’s already chosen what he’s going to wear: his favourite pair of blue jeans and the grey shirt that he knows Mami likes. It’s smart and comfortable and makes him feel a little more grown up now that he’s a whole eight years.
“If you turn the eight on its side it’s the infinity symbol and that means forever,” he’d said last week on the walk home from school.
“So does that mean that if you lie down you’re really old?” Isabella had teased. She’d turned 11 last month and since starting Middle School she had decided that she was too grown up to be nice to her baby brother.
“Bella,” their father had warned softly.
She’d shrugged and skipped to catch up with Valentina and Maria, linking arms with her sisters as they made their way home.
“What else did you learn today, mijo?” Gabriel had asked.
Carlos was too busy watching his sisters ahead of them: they knew how far they could be away from their father before he complained and so kept to that distance with absolute precision.
“It’ll get better as you get older,” Gabriel said, taking his son’s hand in his. “Your mami and I went through this with your aunts and uncles. Doesn’t mean they don’t love you.”
“They don’t want to spend time with me. Maria thinks I’m a baby.”
“Maria thinks that because she’s turning sixteen in a few months she’s an adult,” Gabriel countered. “And you’re a fine young man, Carlos.”
“I’ve decided what I want for my birthday,” Carlos then declared.
And so the plan was in motion and Carlos bounded down the stairs to find his whole family sitting around the table, with plates of pancakes already stacked up, and a whole jug of syrup by his place. His sisters gave him hugs and kisses and presents and as they all sat around together to say grace, thanking God for the food and their family, and asking Him to not only bless Carlos’ special day but to also guide him through the coming year, Carlos thought that things could not get much better.
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Scaramouche Headcanons Part 2 + Extra
!!Warning!! Spoilers on Scaramouche/Wanderer leaked skills/abilities/idles/lore/Sumeru archon quest
We're back guys- because all I can think about is this Genshin character. These are just in general headcanons, not specifically romantic or lack of. Also some extra goods at the end :)
So starting off if any of you have listened to "I hear a symphony" by Cody Fry...tell me why it lowkey sounds like Scara along with the lyrics. I'm sorry but it fits so well with him I think and even if not, it's an amazing song.
If you gave Scaramouche a gift of some sort he'd probably act like it's not a big deal or he doesn't care that much. He would 1000000% care though and treasure it. I think this is very canon though because the feather shown in his backstory is still on his design as Wanderer. Which gives me the impression that things like that actually matter to him.
I've seen a lot of art and Nahida is Scara's loving aunt and no one can change my mind. It's too wholesome thinking of her helping Scaramouche recover from his trauma. Not to mention Scara receives a vision as Wanderer, which is his new heart in a way giving him a new purpose. I just wanna see him happy 😭😭😭
If anything happened to Nahida I couldn't imagine how emotionally distraught Scaramouche would be. Honestly, I couldn't imagine how messed up he would be if anything happened to someone he cared about got hurt now considering his past. It would be pure anger to extreme sadness, and then denial or shutting down again like he did in the past.
If you dozed off or fell asleep around Scaramouche, he would protect you until you woke up or carry you somewhere safe. I can imagine him watching you sleep and gently brushing your hair out of your face, only doing this because he knows you won't know about it. He'd be so embarrassed if you weren't actually asleep.
I've thought about what it would be like if Scaramouche opened up about his trauma. It would probably take a lot of time and trust between you two before he would talk about it. If he has the electro sigil like Shogun does on his neck, it would be a good conversation starter for the topic. He'd cover the marking with his hand the moment you mention it and then slowly move his hand before sighing softly and mentioning how he was a product of a God. This would probably then lead to a deep conversation between you two. He would be really vulnerable in this situation but probably try and act like it doesn't bother him anymore. This leads me into...
Hugging Scaramouche would be so wholesome. I reblogged an art post on here of that situation and it's too wholesome. You're just trying to convince him it's a peace offering so he accepts, begrudgingly but actually enjoys the hug. I think he'd really appreciate it if you affirm to him that his past isn't his fault and he deserves people who love him. He'd probably have to try really hard not to cry if that even works for him.
I've talked a lot about Scara protecting us. But what if we defended him? I think Scaramouche would probably be really shocked and have to process that so he doesn't stop you. I imagine this because according to lore he's not well-liked among the harbingers. So I imagine us (the simps, the x readers) defending him against one of the harbingers trying to talk down to Scara for his redemption arc. Scaramouche would likely feel more confident with your support and stand for his beliefs now and who he is instead of giving in to their words. At that point, no harbinger is safe if they hurt you. I don't think he really likes or cares for any of the harbingers in the first place.
Bonus fanfic food!
You had a long day of commissions and requests from the people of Sumeru. Scaramouche was sitting on the ledge of a tree in Apam Woods, he enjoyed being away from people where he can be by himself. You'd heard from Nahida that he was there and went searching for him. You did find him and called out "Scara!" you smiled happily and saw him look down from the ledge. He sighed softly as you used the nickname for him. He used his anemo ability to float down to you.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Nahida said you were here and I just wanted to come to see you" you explained as you yawned after your sentence. "You seem tired, I figured you would have gotten some rest" he stated like he was worried but it came off a bit more reserved in his tone. "I'm fine" you reassured and he sighed softly before pointing at the foot of the tree. "Sit down and rest you, idiot. I'm not carrying you back if you can't walk" he says sternly but he knows he wouldn't leave you at night alone. You give him a fond, soft smile before doing as he asks.
Without surprise, it wasn't long before you peacefully fell asleep against the trunk of the tree. Scaramouche sat next to you and scoffed "I told them.." he stated softly as he looked over at you.
You were sleeping soundly, some of your hair fell over your face as you slept. Scaramouche looked at you, taking in your features fondly. Mostly making sure you were asleep and not just trying to catch him in a vulnerable state. Once he was absolutely sure you were asleep. He relaxed slightly and gently brushes your hair out of your face, making sure he doesn't wake you up.
Scaramouche silently watched you sleep, admiring your features since you were asleep and he won't get embarrassed this way. The moment he noticed you stirring as you woke up, he looked away and acted as if he wasn't paying you any mind.
You looked over at him "You're still here I see" you chuckled softly. Scaramouche scoffed slightly "Only because Nahida would kill me if I left you to be taken by Rishboland tigers" he says as an obvious excuse for watching after you. You knew he was bluffing but let him have it this time. "Well, we should get back then. Now that I'm awake and all" you smile as you stand up and stretch. Scaramouche stands as well and begins hovering over the ground using anemo.
"I'll carry you because I'm not waiting for you to catch up" he explains and you couldn't help but hold back a chuckle. "Whatever you say, Scara". He lets you into his arms and begins heading back to Sumeru city.
Hope you guys enjoyed this! As you can see I'm in love with the idea of Scara carrying us- anyhow, thanks for all the previous support on my Scara content, hope this one is a win for yall as well.
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Yang Jungwon vs Reader - CHAPTER 1
Kill the saint
Genre: Thrill, Action, Detective.
Summary:Yang Jungwon is the most beautiful, most wise, most trusted,most responsible, most of all, he’s the most angelic person anyone can describe. But what lies beyond the skin? Flesh. You don’t know his flesh, you can only see his skin but never his flesh, everyone can only see the Yang Jungwon what they want to see. However, you, who thinks you know all tried to prove to everybody that, this saint is lying, he’s a devil. Have he killed his parents? Maybe. Have he killed his aunt? Possible. Have he killed a classmate? Not sure. Have he killed your parents? Perhaps. Did he kidnapped you and tortured you? ……
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.No one believed you when you ask for help.
You have to kill the saint.
Warning : Murder, Death, Psychopathy, Torture, abuse.
Note: unfortunately they will not fall in love. And I changed this to a short series for atleast three chaps, cuz my plans didn't go well and some scenarios are added from what I was originally imagining, so yeah, it's not a oneshot anymore, sorry.
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Y/n have been standing in the hall for five minutes now looking at the ranking board terrified. It's probably lying, how is that possible? They must've been cheating, no one was able to surpass you before, how come someone is better than you now? You're the genius, you're the smarty-pants no one can mess with within this School, so who is this guy Yang Jungwon? Who is he? Y/n has never heard that name before, until now.
" Excuse me please" a voice called, passing through the crowd of students, making his way to the ranking board.
"Jungwon!! I can't believe you surpassed S/n, no one was able to do that since Junior high." A female voice said, which made Y/n move her head to the side and saw where the voices came from.
"Anyway, congratulations!! It's really a great achievement, your mom's probably so proud of you," said the girl. Looking at them, you saw how this guy has a smile, he looks calm and you hate it, you hate that he surpassed you, you hate how proud looking he is, when he obviously stole that position to you. While your eyes are on him, his eyes swift to your side and met yours in straight two seconds, you broke the intense eyes contact by looking at the ranking board once again and continue your day.
It's been a while since that incident, and the name Yang Jungwon is now well known all over your school. How annoying, you think, It's just because you surpassed my rank and nothing more, so why the hell is everyone hovering over you like you're some kinda god to worship?
He's known for being kind, for being smart, for being handsome and cute, for having lots of friends, for being polite, for surpassing the school genius, he's liked by girls, he's liked by boys, he's even liked by the teachers and staff, he's all everything good. Of course, you don't believe it, who is he to be perfect when it was supposed to be you? How could he steal that from you? You know that some day you'll bring this guy down to his feet, you know too well he has flaws too, how can he be flawless? He's a human being.
Yang Jungwon's walking down the hall so harmless, a smile on his face while he passes people on his way, while you take your step so prideful and feared, unbothered, having your chin high as your walls, that it seems no one can know that you have been digging Yang Jungwon's profile and past, planning for his downfall.
"Good morning, Y/n" greeted the enemy. You continue your steps, while he stops in his and looks at your back. Oh, no one will believe what kind of look was on Yang Jungwon's face when S/n Y/n ignored him.
It's been a month since Jungwon's name blow the school up. While it's been years for you because now that you have lost your number one self, your parents are now throwing their shits in your face, your mom yelled at you when she found out "HOW CAN YOU LOSE IT NOW Y/N!! I DON'T WANT A DAUGHTER AS FAILURE AS YOU!!" while your dad gave you a good slap that felt like your face was hit by a wrecking ball, you can still feel the ghost of his palm on your face; remembering that just make your blood boil, if only you could yell back at them if only you could return their harsh words if only you could slap them too, much more painful than what they did to you.
The pencil you were holding broke into half, while your glare on the board became intense every second you stay your vision on it.
Yes, it was all Yang Jungwon's fault.
It was that freaks fault. You don't believe that mask he's putting on, you badly want to snatch it from his pretty fake face and burn it.
Yes, you'll remove his skin and see his flesh.
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"So...Y/n, what makes you come here?" his voice was sweet, but his hands are dirty, the look in his eyes is unexplainable, what the fuck is he doing? You thought.
Earlier that day, you have decided to take your feet to where this guy is heading. You thought he'd go home, but why is he stabbing a person in an abandoned pizza shop? Sure, the shop looks old and no one will attempt to go inside it, and might as well people get scared of ghosts. But maybe ghosts don't go there, this psycho scared the shit out of them away. And so now you are hiding from the counter, while Yang Jungwon is finished stabbing a person lying on a table, too dead to move.
"Not planning to answer?" He questioned. Palms on your mouth, preventing you from making a sound, of course you'll not answer him, who would want to answer a psycho when he just stab a person seconds ago?
Staying still from your position while cold sweat drips from your face, you heard his voice, his voice is sweet but dry while he giggles "Let's pretend you did not see a thing, shall we Y/n"
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Three days have passed since you saw the crime scene, and it's been three days since your arms shake abnormally every millisecond, while your mind drifts away and stares at the blank space in front of you. And that those past days Yang Jungwon seems to eye your every move. So every time Jungwon sees you he'd smile at you. Oh, that's the sign to shut up. You remind yourself.
You are now walking through the garden where you usually stay at lunch, you have no friends to eat with so you eat all by yourself, but the person in front of you now gives a lifelong horror to your eyes.
"Hello there Y/n, I was thinking if you'd like to eat with me?" Oh, such a sweet voice, someone that'll hear it will melt probably, but why does it give horror to you and make your feet stuck in the ground?
"No, Thank you. I'll eat somewhere else." You answered keeping a smile on your face, pretending to seem unbothered.
"Oh? Why not?" He has his smile again, the smile that threatens you.
So you have no choice but to sit down and wait until the bell rings while you're riddling your mind for a way to escape from this person beside you.
Lunch ended and your appetite disappeared, while terror fills your body, and plans filled your brain. While of course Yang Jungwon whispered a small, "Say a word and I'll slice down your throat." In short, your lunch is not the kind of lunch a normal high schooler usually have. Unique isn't it?
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Dawn
Chapter (2/10)
Miguel O'Hara x My Oc (Eve)
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“Don’t forget about the practice tonight,” Chris reminded Eve.
“Chris, you know I don’t go for practices,” Eve groaned, “those people are boring as hell.”
“What about your scores?”
“Oh wait, did you forget I’m the only one who keeps getting the best score myself?” Eve smug.
“Yeah, but what about teamwork?”
“I would rather believe the saying of, the most talented person is always the loner.”
“Oh my god, can you pick another bullshit for me?” Chris looked at Eve.
“Nah, that bullshit is my call,” Eve laughed, “don’t worry, I’ll pick you if my shift wasn’t long.”
“Okay, stay safe okay?” Chris looked concerned, “I saw what you threw away this morning.”
Chris saw Eve throw away a bag of blood stained tissues and bandages.
“Alright, keep your nose to yourself,” Eve flicked Chris’ forehead, “it's just a scratch from shift last night, no worries.”
“Okay, see you later.”
“Bye.”
Both of the best friends walked the different direction, now the best friends are separate, SpiderMan can finally observe Eve more closely, he has to wait for hours until their classes are over.
Eve had her new earphone on and blasting music, the neighborhood seemed to know Eve, all of them greeted Eve as she walked by and when she crossed the road, the cars just casually drove by her, as if they knew Eve could handle herself. The students seem to be scared of her but the others don't seem to be scared of Eve, rather than being very friendly to her.
SpiderMan took off his suit and mask, walking out from the alley like a normal citizen. Eve gave him a lot of suspicion and he wants to find out if his guesses are right.
“Hey, I heard your bathroom was leaking, do you want me to go help you fix it?” A man asked Eve.
“Oh no, did it leak down to Aunt Sally’s kitchen?” Eve took off one side of the earphone.
“Yeah, she came talking to me, I checked her ceilings and it’s from your bathroom,” the man continued.
“Sure, tomorrow morning? When I head to school, you can drop by,” Eve asked.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
“Apprentice that, Johnny, what’s for the payment?”
“Ah you know it, my mom misses your cooking,” Johnny smiled, “everyone loves it when she has that big smile on her face.”
“I know, me too, okay, just give me a date and I’ll bring Chris with me,” Eve reached out her fist.
“You’re the best Eve,” Johnny reaches out his fist as well, they do a fist bump and Eve walks away.
Every five shops Eve walks past, at least three would ask her to stay for a conversation, most of them are just checking up on her, see whether she needed help or they have a job for Eve.
“Hi, I was wondering if you would like to do an interview with me?” Miguel walked up to one of the shops.
“Sure, no problem,” the shopkeeper said.
“I saw you and many others helping out the girl who walked past here,” Miguel started.
“Ah! You must be talking about Eve!” The shopkeeper laughed.
“Eve? Did you just say Eve?” The shopkeeper’s wife quickly walked out from the back side of the shop.
“No darling, just some interviews,” the shopkeeper settled his wife on a chair, “well, I thought the interviews about Eve had already ended for a very long time?”
“I just passed by, and I saw what happened so I was curious,” Miguel gently smiled.
“I see.”
“Well, would you mind telling me about what happened?”
“Eve is a very strong child, even though she was abandoned by her family, when one of us found her, she was crying in the back alley. Eve was just a 4 years old child, so when the news was out from this area, we decided to help her out,” the shopkeeper explained.
“What surprised us, she knows how to cook and act like a grown lady even though she's just a small child,” the wife chuckled, “this whole town is happy to have her.”
“Has anything strange happened to her before?” Miguel asked.
“Strange? Our Eve is no strange, she always looks after us as we watch over her as well, though, around her puberty age, she started to turn into a cold person, maybe it’s because she has to deal with the lady stuff so she tends to hide it,” the wife continued.
“I saw the cars just driving by her when she crossed the road, is that normal?”
“Ah that, people who live here and drove here, they were informed by Eve that they don’t need to stop for her because she doesn’t want us who’s working, late to work,” the shopkeeper said, “of course at first, we’re worried about it but slowly everyone seems fine with it, but it only apply to Eve, other than Eve who cross the road like her, isn’t our concern.”
“I forgot to ask, why are you asking these questions?” The wife asked.
“My job is looking for people who need help and help them, and I thought Eve needed it,” Miguel said.
“Oh, Eve will be fine with all of us.”
“Alright, thank you for answering,” Miguel smiled and left the shop.
After Miguel left the shop, he asked Lyla to do another deep check on Eve.
“I’ve heard so many voices before but she’s the most similar to Dawn,” Miguel thought to himself.
Miguel decided to go find Eve and talk to her for a bit but the news caught his attention, it’s Dawn, she’s on the move again.
“I need backup! Get as many people as you can!” An officer screamed at his walkie talkie.
A building from the other side of the city is on fire, while countless bodies are getting thrown out from the window, some landed on the bodies and survived but some just hit the ground and died immediately.
“Dawn.”
“Ah, SpiderMan!” Dawn seems to be waiting for him for a long time, “you kept a lady waiting.”
“So you start throwing bodies out of the window?”
“Oh, I just cleaning rubbish, they didn’t give me what I needed, so they’re useless,” Dawn laughed and threw another out from the window but SpiderMan caught the person before he got thrown out.
SpiderMan looked at Dawn, he kept having the idea that she could be Eve.
“Eve.”
“Who’s Eve? Christmas Eve?” Dawn turned back to SpiderMan, looking at him.
Dawn doesn’t flinch when she hears the name Eve.
“Let’s have a talk this time,” SpiderMan suggested, maybe this is a way to get to Dawn, since if he tries to attack her or capture her, it won’t work.
“Talk? No, I don’t do talking with heroes,” Dawn denied immediately.
“Maybe I can give you something in return, if you just have a talk with me.”
“What could you heroes give me? Money? I can just rob them. Whatever you offer me, I have all of them,” Dawn scoffed.
“Name your price,” Miguel insisted.
“Riverside park, don’t come with your suit, it’s eye-catching,” Dawn sighed and jumped off the window and disappeared.
That is a weird move for a hero.
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Victory girls
Bucky Barnes x Y/N Parker (Peter Parker’s sister)
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It’s 1939 London is still on its knees following the aftermath of the First World War. Life seems to be looking up for you, you have a stable job, a loyal group of friends and a handsome young man who has asked you to be his date. Blind to the fact that in a few months time your whole life would be turned upside down and everything you loved would be changed forever.
Series playlist: victory girls
A/N: welcome all to my newest fic. the final chapter of ”so this is it?” will be out this friday. But this idea wouldn’t leave me till I wrote it down. Again unsure how long this fic will be. I’m from Wales in the U.K. so I know a lot more about the Second World War in the U.K. than I do in America, the story will take place both in the U.K. following the girls lives during the blitz and the guys lives on the front line. This first chapter is set in 1939 a few months before war is declared, so consider this the happier chapter for a while. Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy
warnings: mentions of death, war, alcoholism, smoking and 1940s Bucky being incredibly charming he’s a warning okay.
“May come help” you called struggling with the side zip, that got caught on the ruby fabric of your tea dress. “May!” You called again raising your voice to make your voice more audible.
“I’m coming” she called back.
Staring at yourself in the full length mirror smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You had to look perfect tonight as it wasn’t any night a fine dashing young man asked you to dance at the Palais. You gave yourself a large toothy grin to check if there was any lipstick on your teeth, your mind drifted towards a fine looking brunette man. Your thoughts were cut short by Aunt May opening the door.
“I’m here, what’s the issue?” Breathlessly she asked, holding her hand to her chest in order to steady her racing heart. You lifted up your arms to reveal the stuck zipper.
“Ooh now I see why” she winked at you, “look at you dressed like a jewel, if I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’re going to meet a boy”. “Aunt May!” you felt your cheeks grow red as the room suddenly grew in temperature. “So, who is it?” “Well I met him working at Mrs O’Sullivan’s grocery, he came in with his gentleman charm that made me want to melt on the spot, the way he spoke to me like I was the only girl he had ever laid his eyes on. God sure did bless him on his looks, he has luscious brunette hair with a face that was chiselled to the gods. He told me I was the prettiest belle he has ever laid his eyes on and how he’ll take me dancing at 8. Oh aunt May I felt like I could of died and went to heaven, like god had made the ideal man for me” you squealed feeling your body become over powered with your giddy energy.
Aunt May fixed the zip and looked at you with adoring eyes that became glassy with her tears of joy. “Oh darling if only your mother could see you, you’re the spitting image of her” she smiled appreciating your whole image, the way the dress emphasises your physique and how the red complimented your skin tone. “Now go out and enjoy yourself, but remember one kiss and that’s it, you want to keep him wanting more”
“Now who is going to be kissing who!” Peter stormed in your room doing his best impression of being intimidating, but being 5 years younger than you couldn’t help but laugh at him, he can try to be intimidating but he’s still your baby brother.
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You and Peter have been through a lot since the day you were both born, the city of london that you both called home was still in ruins from the First World War. Construction was happening on every corner that you looked upon, but the city was far from repaired, each street told the story of the terrors that people would rather forget.
Your mother died during childbirth to Peter, you were five at the time but you could never forget her blood curdling screams or the corpse like expression your farther face held when he walked out of her room. Your father drown his sorrows in liquor from losing his beloved, he never became violent to you both ,but when you had to steal food from the local greengrocers to feed you and Peter that it was the final straw, this was not the home he should live in. Your farther succumbed to polio 5 years after your mother’s death.
You remember the day your father was pronounced dead, tearful that your father was gone but the looming threat held over your head that you both maybe separated, as where are you both to live now? Peter was 5 but you were 8, because of your age difference Peter would be adopted into a nice family. While you on the other hand would be left in the orphanage till you were old enough to provide for yourself as the system preferred younger children. You clutched onto Peter tightly tears forming in your eyes as scary men in suits walked towards you both, believing that this was the last time you’ll ever see Peter again.
Luckily for you both you had an aunt on your mother’s side called May who gladly accepted you both with open arms. Being a widower and unable to bare children, she was more than happy for you to become her family and vowed to keep you both safe, and here you were 13 years later and you both couldn’t be happier.
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You chuckled ruffling your brother’s styled hair, “it is none of your business” “Yes it is as aunt May has asked me to escort you” “What! May really?” You pouted, hoping that your puppy dog eyes would melt away down to aunt May’s heart. “The moment you said you were going dancing with “some friends” I knew there was a man involved, I wasn’t born yesterday miss” “But Wanda will be there and Nat too” “And Wanda is dating Samuel Wilson and last weekend Nat was spotted kissing Steven Rodgers, no arguments Peter is going with you and will make sure your home by eleven pm sharp-“ “But aunt May-“ “No buts Y/N, and that’s final” she stated walking out of your room.
You stared at Peter and rolled your eyes at him, clasping a Pearl necklace around your neck. “This better not be this Barnes, I’m serious Y/N he’s bad news” “My lips are sealed” you smirked, adjusting your hair to look perfect. “Hm” Peter hummed not looking too convinced, “did you have to mess up my hair?” He complained gelling his hair back into place. “Since when did you care about the way you looked-“ your voice went quiet when it dawn on you. Your little brother is not going just to look after you, but rather he is going for someone else. Your eyes grew wide and your face grew into an excitable smile. “Peter who is she?” You squealed “There’s no- one” he stuttered looking embarrassed, suddenly the carpet looked fascinating to him. He playfully slapped your arm “wipe that smile off your face Y/N”
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“There she is!” Wanda screamed when she saw you in the dance hall, she crushed you between her arms in a hug so tight you swear you could feel your rib cage crack. “Stop wands, let the girl breathe” laughed Nat. Wanda placed you back on the ground, you beamed back at both of your friends. “Well girls for once I actually have a date for tonight” The two redheads let out a girlish scream of delight as they cupped their mouths in disbelief. “So the ice queen has a heart” Nat laughed “I’m very particular in the men I amuse” “So particular that all the men in the dance hall won’t dance with her as she’s rejected them all” You huffed and softly slapped them both on the hands.
“There you are. Doll you look beautiful, truly a sight to behold. Can I ask you to dance? That’s not if I’m intruding something?” Asked a very handsome looking Bucky barnes. You can’t help but admire him, he looked ravishing in his navy blue suit and neatly kept brown hair. His blue steel eyes drew you in captivated by his warm gaze.
“Pick your jaw off the floor” Nat whispered sharply down your ear. “Erm yes” you stuttered, you felt your face warm with embarrassment. “I mean no you’re not disturbing anything, I’d love to dance with you Bucky” “Oh trust me doll the pleasure is all mine” he kissed your hand and lead you towards the dance floor. You gazed over at Wanda and Nat who looked at you with elation. You blushed smiling back at the handsome man who asked you to be his date.
He led you to the middle of the dance floor, the band started to play a high energy swing song. He pulled you close to him that you could feel his heat radiating into your skin. You inhaled his scent, he smelt of smoke mixed with whiskey. Maybe Peter was right? Maybe he was bad news? But you were too drunk on him to care.
“So tell me doll, why is a woman as beautiful as yourself doing without a fella to take you out dancing?” He asked throwing you in to a twirl that ended up with you two being dangerously close. “Well I suppose I’ve never met the right man” you flirted looking back into his steel blue eyes, the blue of his eyes drew you in and now you don’t know if you’ll ever be released from their grip again. “Maybe I could be the one” he whispered, his breath dangerously close to your lips, it took every part of you not to melt onto his lips.
The band’s song drew to an end, the couples on the floor cleared the floor to catch their breaths before the next song came on. Bucky rummage through his blazer pocket fishing out a beautiful silver cigarette box, that had roses engraved on the front. “Doll care to join me for a smoke? I’d love to get to know you somewhere a little less noisy” You chuckled and threaded your fingers between his, “lead the way”. This Barnes boy that you’ve only met for 5 minutes but you were all ready falling for him.
There was a few people finishing the ends of their cigarettes when you both walked outside the dance hall. It was peaceful and the stars illuminated the night sky it felt beautiful and romantic.
He placed a cigarette in your fingers and lit it with his zippo before lighting his own. He left out a sigh as the smoke escaped his lips. “How long have you been working at O’Sullivan’s?” “For 5 years, as soon as I left school I started to work there to help my aunt. My aunt took in my brother Peter and I since I was 8 years old, she works as a seamstress in some boutique down the road, she’s always been so selfless trying to provide a good life for us. Plus my brother is finishing his studies he’s a smart kid and he has some real potential to go into university so I’ve been saving some of my wages for that too” you took a a deep inhale at your cigarette hoping that wasn’t too much information to throw at a person you’ve just met.
Hi eyes met yours with a soft kindness reflecting in them. “That’s incredibly sweet doll, you’re truly a smart, kind, generous bold young woman. How did I get so lucky finding someone like you” he smiled, lifting your hand to meet his lips. His lips left you within a trance, completely enchanted by him. You forgot how to breathe, he made your whole body forget how to function, you blushed bringing your hands to your cheeks to disguise your redden cheeks. “You’re cute doll” he chuckled at your coyness.
You both stayed outside the dancehall for a few moments longer. You learnt that he lives with his parents in a flat near Covent Garden, he’s currently in university studying law in hopes to one day take over his farther’s firm. He’s a charming young man who knew the right things to say to make you blush. He is the sort of man that poets write about, the type of man you thought who could only exists in fairytales. But your Prince Charming was real and his name was James Buchanan Barnes.
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Peter stood at the side of the dance floor watching a pretty young girl called MJ she was the same age as Peter, her dark hair styled in curls that framed her face. The teal dress she wore compliment her so well that it held Peter captivated by her every move. The way she danced was effortless, her smile radiated her beauty further. Safe to say Peter was infatuated with her.
They both attended the same school, he watched MJ from afar. Noticing all the little things about her that made his heart melt. The way she scrunches her nose when she’s thinking or how her eyes crinkle at the sides when she is truly happy. But he was too much of a coward to say anything to her so he stared at her from a far longing for the day when she’ll finally notice him back.
The band finished playing the song she was dancing to, the man who was dancing with her departed his ways from MJ and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. This fuelled the rage growing in the pit of Peter’s stomach, he needed to make his move now or he never will.
“Hi… erm MJ?” He stuttered for she truly did take his breath away, his words broke upon exiting and so did his confidence. She turned around to see a very flustered looking Peter who awkwardly looked at the ground. Great Peter thought, she thinks you’re a train wreck, she’ll probably never talk to you again.
“Peter is it?” She smiled at the adorable brunette, she found something about his timidness endearing. “Yes it is” surprise flooded his voice, she actually knows who he is, she actually recognises the boy who blends into the background too awkward to say a word to her. “I want.. I want..” he rubbed the back of his neck, the words he wanted to say got trapped in his throat making him choke on his own embarrassment. “You want to know if I would like to dance with you?” He nodded, his words failing him. He’s never felt like this about anyone so he didn’t know what was the correct etiquette for these sorts of things. She smiled and her eyes crinkled, the way Peter was acting made her melt. She spoke to many gentleman tonight who had silver tongues who were recycling the same cheesy lines on every girl here tonight. But Peter, he made her feel like she was the only one he has ever laid eyes on, that he only wanted her and no one else. She felt beautiful and special. She laced her fingers through Peter’s “I’d love to dance with you”
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You walked back into the dancehall with your arm linked around Bucky’s, it was clear to anyone around you that you were both smitten with each other.
“Hey Buck, who’s this fine looking belle?”
You turned to face a blonde haired man who had piercing green eyes who held a teasing grin on his face.
“Steve, this is Y/N I met her at O’Sullivans” “Oh this is the girl who you can’t shut up about” Bucky scoffed, playfully punching Steve’s arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N, I’m Steve Rogers” “Wait do you know Nat? Natasha Romanoff?” “Yes I do, she’s my girl, why do you know her?”
A small squeal drew your attention from Steve as a giddy Nat ran up to you, with a loved up Wanda following suit with her hands enclosed with Sam Wilson’s. “So this is the fine man who cracked our ice queen’s heart” Nat laughed looking Bucky up and down to make sure he was a good match for her dear friend. “Hey darling” Steve cooed pulling Nat in close and kissed her on her forehead, Natasha was a woman who claimed that relationships was not for her, but in that moment when Steve’s lips pressed against her head she melted into his arms.
“I’m going to guess you know each other?” Bucky laughed drawing you even closer to his side. “Yes we do” Wanda spoke, finally drawing her eyes away from Sam’s lips. “We’ve been friends since school and became inseparable ever since” Sam let out a hearty laugh “What a small world as us men met at university 4 months ago, a group of friends dating each other what’s the odds” His laugh was reciprocated by everyone else.
Sam had a bright charismatic personality, that in the month he has dated Wanda she has already came out of her shell and was more brighter and confident within herself. They were clearly a perfect match.
“We should all go on a triple date, I’ve heard that murder in Soho is the must watch film right now” suggested Nat, all 6 of them agreed, Sam made a comment about how it was the perfect opportunity to spend two hours snuggling up to Wanda which in return made her as red as her hair.
Bucky’s eyes met yours, he lent into you and softly spoke “so doll, is there a second date?” Your heart burst on the spot, you felt your body shake in pure delight for this Prince Charming has asked you to be his princess. You giggled as your cheeks grew the same shade of rouge as it did outside. “I’d love to Bucky” “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world doll”
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The band was packing up their instruments and the couples were far gone, Sam walked Wanda back to her house, while Steve and Nat snuck into Steve’s room without his parents noticing, Nat made you promise if her parents asked she staid with you for the evening.
“Can I walk you home doll?” Bucky asked looking at you into a sense of awe like his whole senses were captivated by your essence. “Yes, but I need to find my brother first”
You found Peter in the corner of the dance floor next to a giggling girl, she was extremely pretty and your brother seemed infatuated by her. “Hey Peter I’m going, Bucky is going to walk me home” Peter pursed his lips shooting Bucky a death stare, he still doesn’t approve of your company. “Fine, but if he ever tries any funny business I’ll knock him square out” he stated. You chuckled “yes message received, it’s great to meet you.. erm-“ “MJ” “Well MJ I hope that my brother walks you home safe and if he tries any funny business I’ll knock him square out” you stated impersonating Peter, MJ let out a chuckle while Peter gave you a glare. “Bye Peter” you gave your brother a quick hug before walking over to Bucky, you linked your arm with his. “Now doll shall we go?”
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“Here’s my home, thanks for walking me” “The pleasure was all mine doll, thanks for allowing me to take you dancing I had an amazing time” “Me too, is it bad that I’m already planning our second date?” You felt your cheeks redden again in embarrassment. “Not at all doll because I was going to ask you if you were free next Friday at 8”
The silence that followed was built with pent up romantic tension from both parties, each unsure if they should close this distance between them both. Bucky finally took the reins and pulled your face close to his, your lips melted against each other’s. It felt like everything else in this world didn’t matter as you had someone who wanted you, it felt like this man was made for you. Bucky was your happily ever after.
“Goodnight doll” he smiled against your lips. “Goodnight Bucky” you smiled back at him.
A/N: did I make this chapter incredibly self indulgent so I could imagine Bucky being this smooth to me? Yes, yes I did. Also how cute are Peter and MJ? If you want to be in my tag list for this fic let me know. I’ll see you in the next chapter
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Thank You for taking the time to answer my ask. Yeah, I haven't been on the tag for a while but thanks to the show. I am back on it. Begin in Rose's head, she really didn't see Adrian other than a Royal Mori or give him a real honest chance. She was Dimitri obsessed. So it made way too many fans not like him. Me personally, I liked Adrian from the moment he came on in Frost Bite. And Shadow Kiss made me fall in love with his character. Adrian really was honestly a good guy and he spoke the truth. That Rose and Dimitri relationship was weird (thank God more of the Fandom has come around on calling it out). He may have partied, drank, and slept around. But you knew what he was from jump, if you were surprised by that idk what to tell you. And I think that is another reason that many of the fans didn't like him. He wasn't written to be without flaws, he was like a real life person. Had bad additions with mental health issues. Rose saying she was mad at him for drinking when his aunt did was just harsh.
Now as far as the show, I wasn't surprised once they announced who would play him. I knew what was going to be the reaction. Idk why fans haven't figured out yet, that unless they super and I mean super miscast a character. Give the actor a chance until you see their acting. The actor who is playing Adrian is doing a great job. He really captures the embodiment of him. So many forget that to get to Bloodlines Adrian, we have to get through VA Adrian. And again Rose didn't like him, so we may not see him in a good light. But the actor is doing great, we have had him in two episodes and already I want to see more of him. If anything I would be more worried about Julie Plec and her writing than the actor. Also I hope they put him in better clothes and style his hair better. Cause the actor in real life looks like a whole meal. But I think it's cause they are going to do a time jump.
AH HELLO AGAIN LOL
But yes again! Adrian is not a bad character at all. I can give many examples from the books as I read them constantly LMAO like I think the only thing that people really hate Adrian over is just the fact that he made a deal thing that Rose should give him a chance when she gets back from Russia. That's legit it. Like he may be a flirt but he respects boundaries. When Rose wanted to have sex with him after getting rejected by Dimitri, Adrian said no because he didn't have a condom and didn't want to risk Rose's career as a Guardian. He gave her anything she wanted or needed. He gave her chance after chance after she lied to him about being over Dimitri. He tried to walk away from the relationship I think two or three times in the books but he loved her. Adrian had never read as a bad character. He has flaws yes but he isn't some terrible character as a lot of people make him out to be and that's a hill I will die on 🤣🤣 I've roleplayed him for years so I've read the books MULTIPLE times to study his character. He has bad habits that help him cope but that doesn't make him bad. I just hate how disrespectful Rose can be towards someone she claims she cares about. I honestly don't even see them as friends because even the friendship came off very one-sided to me. If Rose doesn't need something, she doesn't need you is basically how she treated Adrian. He felt like nothing but a pest to her in the books.
Show Adrian has grown on me very quickly, yes! Took me a minute but that is definitely Adrian! I just really wish they'd mess up his hair. We need Adrian's messy locks.
P.s. I'm also really excited to see Daniella and Nathan. I'm an Ivashkov hoe 🤣
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