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cosmicbucky · 8 months

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daisies and dances lead to heartfelt romances

summary: you offer to take bucky out a few times so he can practice what it's like to date in the modern world. unbeknownst to each other, both your offer and his acceptance have an ulterior motive

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 3845

part: one

warnings: minor swearing, fluff, tony is a dick with a hidden agenda, some angst, soft/shy/grumpy bucky, pet names/nicknames, unknown but mutual pining, oblivious idiots in love, sad bucky, mentions of bucky's struggles

a/n: this is planned to be at least two parts, maybe three.

big thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for encouraging and supporting me with this!!

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The compound was quiet, softly lit to guide your way to the kitchen. It was late in the night, but not too late that everyone was asleep. Your socked feet were silent on the cold floor, and as you made your way to the fridge you heard laughter coming from the main entertainment room. You smiled to yourself as you went to grab a bottle of juice, focusing in on the conversation being held.

"Come on man! You can't be serious," you heard Sam say, laughter clear in his voice.

"Just drop it, Sam," Bucky replied, warning clear in his voice.

The smile slipped from your face as you closed the fridge with a sigh. You knew that tone. It wasn't Bucky's patented 'my god these people are so annoying' tone. It was his 'the next person who says something is getting thrown into a wall' tone. Which meant he was actually upset over whatever the conversation was about. It was rare for him to really get worked up beyond his usual moody demeanor, and you couldn't help the worry that surged through you.

"Oh, no. No, no this is way too good to drop, Barnes," Tony chimed in with a laugh. You could just picture the smirk on his face, and your feet moved quickly to carry yourself towards the conversation.

Bucky noticed you approach from where he sat, and he sent you a pleading look. Please help me, his eyes screamed.

"Don't tell me you guys are picking on Bucky again," you said, trying to sound casual as you leaned against the wall.

"You mean grumpy mcgee over here? You bet your ass we are," Tony replied happily.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. "Why now?"

"This dude can't date to save his life!" Sam spoke up, overly amused about it.

Bucky sank further into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he zoned out to somewhere far away, and you felt a pang in your heart at the sight- how can such a large man manage to look so small; so defeated?

"You guys are roasting him because he hasn't been on a date yet?" you asked, your annoyance about it clear in your voice.

It may be a little strange, but you had always felt protective over Bucky. The team often ganged up on him, and besides Steve, you were his closest friend - the two of you took a little while to warm up to each other, but once the ice thawed the two of you were rarely seen without the other. Now, it's not to say you never joined in on teasing him - because you did, quite often - but you knew when to stop. Perhaps it was because he would open up to you about some of the things he felt insecure about during your moonlit talks, the two of you tucked safely under blankets or hidden away somewhere in the compound as you spoke what neither of you could say in the light of day. Or, maybe it was because you just knew him well enough to know whether a topic would upset him or not. Whatever the reason may be for it, you always knew what was okay to say and what wasn't. Bucky would never be able to say how much he appreciated you for that.

"Tinman's been on dates, didn't you know?" Tony asked, grinning at you mischievously. "He just blew them all."

You tried not to let the hurt show on your face. He's been on dates? God, of course he has, look at him.

"Okay, and? You've never had bad dates before?" you asked, letting the anger start to shine through. "Just leave him alone."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Awe, look at that. Mommy dearest to the rescue once again, huh, Barnes?"

You stood up straight as rage surged through you, opening your mouth to tell him where to go. Before you could, Bucky's voice rang out: "Watch your fucking mouth, Stark. Or I'll shut you up myself," he warned, voice eerily calm as he glared at Tony.

Bucky was never really one to speak up when others came at him, more or less just taking it with an eye roll, clenched jaw, or tight smile as they all had their fun. However, once the comments turned towards you, as they always seemed to if you were around (and let's be honest, how often were you not around?), he was quick on his feet to stop them in their tracks, making the room feel so tense that no one else said anything for fear the air around them would actually suffocate them if they opened their mouth.

"Here we go again," you heard Sam mutter to himself. "Alright, I'm out of here. See you guys later," he added, walking out of the room with his hands up in a display of surrender.

He gave you a knowing look as he walked out, ignoring your questioning gaze and instead giving you a loving pat on the shoulder as he passed by. With him now out of sight, you turn your attention back to Tony, waiting for what was to come next.

"Look, all I'm saying-" Tony started, waving his glass around emphatically - amber liquid on the verge of splashing everywhere.

"No one cares what you're saying, Tony," you interrupted, already exasperated from the interaction.

He held up his hand, pointing a finger at you. "Come on, princess. You really gonna take away my fun? Under my own roof?"

"Yes, I am. Can't you take a day off from being a complete dick to him? Just once? We've all seen this show before, Tony, and it always ends the same way," you said, walking further into the room to snatch the glass from his hand, glaring at him as you did so. "And don't call me princess," you seethed, slamming the glass down on the side table behind you.

You didn't want to hate Tony, in all honesty you truly did love him. At the end of the day he was your family, and family wasn't perfect. However, you couldn't keep down the small bubbles of hatred that boiled inside you whenever he started to target Bucky. You didn't see him as family when he waved his disdain for the soldier around like a kite in the wind; you just saw him as a rich douchebag picking on someone beneath him. You hated the way he treated Bucky, and you absolutely loathed the way he made Bucky's voice tremble ever so slightly with self doubt when he lays in your arms in the dead of night, recounting the things Tony said to him that keep him awake, that make old wounds reopen. You loved Tony, but his hatred for Bucky also made you hate him.

"No? Do you only like it when RoboCop calls you that?" Tony asked calmly, a malicious glint shining in his eyes, his smirk growing wider when he saw your expression.

You felt the blood rush to your face, recounting a few of the times that the name had slipped through Bucky's lips; though it was from the haze of sleep and moments of vulnerability, there were few memories you cherished more. "Go to sleep now, princess. I'll be here when you wake up." "Thank you for staying with me, princess." "You're safe now, princess."

"Yeah, I hear a lot of things around here that I probably shouldn't. Now, why don't you lighten up and let me say my piece, princess?" Tony continued with a grin, and it took everything in you to not smack it off his face.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Bucky suddenly spat, making you jump slightly - he had fallen so silent you half forgot he was even there. The menace that dripped from his words sent a chill down your spine, and you sent one last glare at Tony before you glanced over your shoulder.

One look over at Bucky as he jumped from the couch told you he had never been more serious. His jaw was tight as his lips pressed together in a fine line, his fists clenched so tightly that the mechanisms in his left arm started to whir and the veins in his right arm shone prominently, his whole body tense as his chest heaved. He took two quick steps forward, but the second you raised your hand to his chest he stopped.

"Buck, it's alright," you said calmly. You knew it wasn't - you were angry, hurt, embarrassed, and a million other things; but you couldn't let Bucky in on that. You had to brush it all off so you could be the calm that Bucky needed in order to tame the never ending storm raging furiously inside him.

Bucky looked down at you with narrowed eyes, as if he didn't understand a word you said. "I'm supposed to just let him talk to you like that?"

If it weren't for the seriousness of the moment, you would have blushed from his words. Instead, you huffed and lightly shoved him away. "Yes, because you're feeding into exactly what he wants, Bucky. You know all he wants is to mess with you."

"Not true," Tony chimed in from behind you. "I want lots of things, pumpkin. In fact, one of those things is Pepper, so I'll be going now. And hey, when you and soldier boy here finally get married, just remember - I'm ordained."

You spared a glance in his direction just in time to see his shit-eating grin before he turned and sauntered happily out of the room.

"Can you two ever give me a fucking break?" you scolded, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Aw don't you start now, too," Bucky whined, tossing his head back slightly as he sighed, making his way back to the couch.

You sighed as well, following in his wake to plop down beside him. You didn't need to say anything, he took one look at you and knew the question that was already dancing on your tongue: what was it about this time?

"Look, it doesn't matter," he huffed out, slumping his shoulders as he looked down at his hands resting on his lap, wringing his fingers together.

“Come on, when have I ever let it go that easily?” you asked, nudging his shoulder.

He let out a humourless chuckle, the corners of his mouth flicking upwards for the briefest of moments as the memories of the countless times you two have been in this situation flashed through his mind.

You could see the turmoil on his face, and you knew he was trying to find a way to express what was going on, so you sat patiently and waited for him to find the proper words.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he finally settled on, the words coming out in a rushed breath.

Before you could question him, he carried on with a frown, his brows knit together. “It was so much easier back then, you know? Flash a smile, go to the fair, wear the uniform, whatever. I never had to think about it, but now there’s- there’s just so much…. so much expectation. You bring flowers and you care too much, you don’t bring flowers and you don’t care enough. I-it’s like everything that I do, I should have done the opposite. I can’t get anything right.”

You sat in silence for a moment, his words bouncing around in your head. Each syllable he spoke fractured your heart until it was shattered into bits; but all you cared about as you looked at the broken man in front of you was putting him back together, hoping that your words and your comfort and your care would be enough to put together the delicate pieces of him - the pieces that broke off every time he doubted himself, every time he remembered his past, every time he did something wrong on a mission - the pieces that you picked up and kept safe inside of yourself until you had the chance to give them back to him, gluing them on with whispers of affirmation and promises that everything would be okay in time.

“You never mentioned any of this before,” you said tentatively, the unspoken words why did you keep this from me? hanging in the air. “Is this what they were teasing you about? Your struggle to figure out how to date again?”

He let out a huff of air as he slung his head back to rest against the back of the couch, shaking it lightly as he stared up at the ceiling, his jaw flexing with contemplation. “I didn’t want it to be a big deal, but then Jackass 1 and Jackass 2 found out and ran with it.”

“Okay, well.. walk me through it. Is there someone you want to take out on a date right now? Maybe I can give you some ideas,” you offered softly, the words tasting bitter in your mouth as you spoke them.

He groaned, running his hands over his face before smacking them back down on his legs, his palms dragging across the fabric covering his thighs for a few seconds; a habit, you noticed, that he often did when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “No,” he said flatly, biting down on his tongue to keep the words yes, my delicate little flower, I want to take you out on a date from tumbling out of his mouth.

“No?” you echoed, surprised by the response.

He nodded his head in confirmation. “No,” he repeated, looking at you. Taking in your expression, he carried on. “Like, no there isn’t anyone. I don’t- I didn’t even want to go on those dates, but… I couldn’t- I mean, I kinda just…. felt like I needed to."

There was so much he left unsaid at this moment. So much he wanted to say, needed to say - not only just to get it off his chest, but because he believed that you deserved to know. Every time he looked at you he had the burning desire to bare his soul to you, to tell you all the things he kept buried away in the deep recesses of his mind, locked away in a vault only you could open. He wanted to tell you that he still feels so out of place, that most days when he was out in this new world he suddenly resembled a child who was lost amongst a crowd of scary and unfamiliar things - desperately searching for something he recognized that he could cling to. He wanted to tell you that you were the familiar thing he found to cling to, that he carried you in his head and in his heart every time he was out; that when things got too overwhelming he closed his eyes and recalled the encouraging words you always told him, that when that wasn't enough he called you with some lame excuse just so he could ground himself with your voice - "Hey, doll. What was the name of that bakery you took me to the other week? I'm thinking of getting more of those cookies we liked." He had saved the bakery's location to his phone (something he knew how to do thanks to you) the second he saw how your eyes sparkled when you got there, just to make sure he could always find it and pick things up for you. "Hey, so, I just got yelled at because I walked by and ruined someone's… what the fuck was it? It has to do with a clock or something? Does that sound like something you know? Please tell me what the hell that is because I feel like I'm going insane." He knew what it was. He had downloaded the app after he witnessed how much it made you laugh, and he had an endless amount of saved videos that he thought you would like, but for some reason wasn't brave enough to show you. "Okay, I’m out shopping - and don't laugh because this is a serious question - do you think I would look good in pink?" He vividly remembered your words from a few months ago, when he was burritoed in your fuzzy pink blanket during movie night, and you told him so casually that he should start wearing pink because it complimented his eyes. He wanted to tell you that you were the only thing in this universe that could still the incessant maelstrom that was his mind. That when he was out on those dates the storm raged on more intensely than ever, but one look or word from you and everything was quiet; not even a trace of rain.

He wanted to tell you. But he didn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Oh, but he needed to-

"You wanted to try to fit in," your gentle voice pulled him from his thoughts, his head snapping to look at you. To see your eyes, full of understanding. To see your lips, pulled into a sad smile - but not one of pity, one that said all you wanted was to help him through yet another battle he was fighting with himself.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Yeah. I guess I just figured.. well, I don't know. Everyone kept saying how I needed to get out there. That dating was the next best step I could take to try and….. to- to understand how to live in this world better. I just wanted things to make sense again, but now I'm even more lost and confused than before I even went on those god damn dates."

You tried to keep your face even, to not let him see how sad it made you to hear the way his voice wavered when he told you what was going on. To not let him know that you sensed how small he was feeling, how even though his broad frame still shadowed you as you both sat there, he had never seemed so small.

"Well…. take me on a date," you suggested, not taking the time to even think about it.

Bucky swore the whole room started to spin. His mouth ran dry and his heart hammered so heavily in his chest that he was convinced you could hear it. He knew he heard you wrong, he wasn't lucky enough to have a girl like you. The world was cruel, and he knew that the one sliver of hope that he had for a truly blissful life would never be fully his. That one day it would leave him, just like everything else throughout the years, as you found yourself in the arms of someone else. He would never have you the way he wanted you, the way he needed you. He knew that. So he had to have misheard you. "Come again?"

Your whole face lit up when he asked this, and Bucky could feel himself coming undone. Your hands on his arm when you grabbed him in excitement suddenly felt so different than in the past. It used to feel warm, comforting, calming; but for some reason this time it sent a jolt of fire and electricity through him, and he never wanted to lose that feeling. He wanted to feel it again, feel it always, feel it forever.

“Yeah! Oh, it would be great, Buck! We can go on a few dates, and I can help you find your footing with it all before you get back out there,” you said excitedly. You purposely overinflated your smile so he wouldn’t see the way your lips faltered with the struggle of getting out the last part, diverting your gaze for the smallest of moments so he wouldn’t see the way your eyes dimmed with the thought of him being with someone else.

Bucky shifted where he sat, opening and closing his mouth a few times as his mind went into overdrive trying to think of a response. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to say yes, but then there was a small piece of him that knew it wouldn’t end well - the piece that knew how he truly felt about you, the piece that knew it would easily be tricked into thinking these dates actually meant something to you; because lord knows they would mean the world and more to him. Bucky wanted to say yes, but he knew he had to say no. He had to say no because it wouldn’t be fair to you - you were offering to help him and he would be taking advantage of your kindness, using it to get to see you in a light he’d never be able to otherwise. He had to say no because saying yes could ruin everything. He may not be able to go back to the way it was before these dates, too addicted to ever quit you. He had to say no, for your sake, because it was a selfless offer. Bucky, however, was selfish when it came to you.

“You know, doll… that may not be the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” he had said, giving you a lopsided smile. Your eyes lit up once more as you grinned at him, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure he couldn’t help but mirror your expression, feeling as giddy as he did the first time he was allowed to stay up late as a kid.

“Excellent choice, Barnes,” you said playfully. “I swear you won’t regret it, it’ll be really fun. Just you and me, no expectations.”

Bucky nodded, shifting his head to scratch his jaw so you wouldn’t see the light frown that danced across his lips for a moment. “No expectations,” he repeated, careful to keep his voice level. “I can work with that.”

“Good,” you said softly, nodding a little. “I’ll give you some time to think about it and plan something, and you can just let me know whenever you wanna go on date number one.”

He was silent for a minute, taking the time to carefully churn the words over in his mind before answering. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he knew immediately what he wanted to do. How could he not? All he ever did was look for new things he thinks you’d like, find himself dreaming of where he’d take you if he ever got the chance. Sure, you guys have done lots of things together before - brunches, lunches, dinners, movie nights, events, parties; you name it. Though there was never any meaning with any of those, it was always just friends spending time together. How were either of you supposed to know you each wished they meant something more? Heaven forbid you two would actually say how you felt.

"No need," Bucky said, rising from the couch with a small chuckle, looking down at you with the smile he reserved only for you. The one that skillfully said everything and nothing all at once. “Lunch. Tomorrow.”

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briefalpacashark · 1 month

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~Hangover~

Synopsis: Titles pretty self explanatory.

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The next morning you were happily cooking away, watching the minutes pass by on the clock. Usually the boys would have been up half an hour ago. You would have to wake them up soon, though. You all had a mission briefing soon. Now you are a good person. But last night they did have you running across town and dealing with police because of their antics. So you set up a speaker in the hall, turned it on full blast and played an obnoxiously loud ‘Can Can Dance’ song. Hearing the cacophony of groans, you smile, returning to the kitchen. You watched as Gaz, Jonny and Price all dragged themselves into the wreck room heads bowed and pinched nose bridges.

“Well good morning sunshine’s and daisies!” you made sure to hit your voice with a slightly higher and louder pitch, making most of them flinch and groan.

“Shhhhhh,” Price hushed in your general direction. Hearing the speaker suddenly die out, you peeked around the corner to see Ghost standing there with his eyes barely open and a now impaled speaker on the end of his knife.

“Good morning,” you smirked. He looked at your smile, giving a grunt before walking to the table, throwing his defeated opponent upon the table, the bang making them all wince.

“Well well well. What happened to you guys' last night?” you asked, placing two large plates on the table. Full of food they might or might not want to eat.

“We, uh, we had a few drinks,” Price said.

“Of, a few?” you asked, piling up your plate and beginning to eat.

“Yeah, I think,” he murmured, grabbing a plate for himself.

“How's your chest Jonny?” you asked. Jonny looked up at you with an accusing look, wondering just how you knew about the bald patch on his chest.

“Don't know what you mean, doc,” he grumbled.

“Aha sure. How's the head Simon?” you asked.

“Fine,” he muttered. Everyone looked at his head and to the slight bulge on his temple that the mask failed to hide.

“Got to say didn't pin you as a booty shorts type of man Gaz,” you added turning to Gaz. His face paled as he recalled the pink bedazzled pants he had quickly thrown into the bin. Your smirk widened impossibly wider. You were having way too much fun.

“And sir,” everyone went silent as you turned to Price. He looked up at you with a slight warning.

“I'm sorry about the hat,” you said. Everyone was silent for a few moments as they took in your smug grin.

"I'm to fucken old for this shit," he grumbled reaching for his tea.

“Alright you know what happened last night don't you?” Jonny asked.

“Who me? How could I know? I wasn't there remember,” you said. They pondered. That's the thing. They couldn't remember a damn single thing other than starting a drinking competition with the airforce boys.

“Did. I um d anything embarrassing?” Gaz asked bashfully. You pretended to think.

“What do you define as embarrassing?” you asked. He groaned, and Jonny chuckled.

“What are you laughing about Jonny?” you asked, taking a bite of food. His smile fell as he quickly shut up.

“You came to get us?” Price asked. You nodded.

“So, what happened?” Gaz asked.

“You know I don't think you would believe me even if I did tell you,” you hummed.

“Try us,” Ghost said.

“Right, ok,” you cleared your throat pushing your plate away.

“So I get a call at 2 am in the morning. You rang me from a random phone, at a phone booth, that you didn't use and you have my contacts up on Gaz phone that you also didn't use. You were all just sitting on the curb eating a shit ton of Macca’s. It was an event to get you all in the car. Then when I did get you all in we went to a bar to pay of your tab. A bar that takes away your left shoe to make sure you don't run out on a tab. Which you guys did. Oh, wait sorry. I forgot the part where you all took a dip in a fountain to save ducks from drawing. Well Simon saved the ducks, Jonny tried to help but somehow started to drown in knee high water. Gaz tried to save him but couldn't and then Price apparently saved you both. Anyway so across from this bar is a police station. And you brilliant genius’s tried to pick a fight with a whole police force. Because apparently one of them tried to arrest Gaz. And the only reason why was because Gaz stole a stun gun. Then when I threatened you with lazwell finding out you all legged it down the street. Ghost almost took out a low hanging beam and Jonny and Gaz took out each other. I then had to track you all down again. You all put up a fight thinking I was working with the police. I had to tie you three up and put you in the back. Captain you were in a fucking tree. Honestly don't know how you got up so high. And Simon was in the trunk the whole time. So half way back to base you somehow managed to convince yourselves that you were kidnaped and jumped out of said car. I looked for you again and you called me to inform me you all had been arrested. Lucky for you I'm a sweet talker and got you guys off with a warning. Then I got you back and had to lug all your asses back to your beds,” you finished of the story with a smile. The boys all stared at you, first processing your words and then flat out denying them.

“Bull shit,” Jonny said in denial.

“Well, have a look at this and say that again,” you pulled out your phone and showed them the photo. Their faces fell as they took it in.

“Delete it,” Ghost ordered.

“What? Fuck no. Do you know the shit I had to go through last night? I earned this,” you stated.

“Sargent, I order you to delete that photo,” Price commanded.

“Captain, can i just say you have the cutest sweetest little giggle I've ever heard in my life,” you cooed. Price's face snapped into a glare.

“Giggled?” Jonny smirked.

“Captain's a giggling drunk,” you nodded.

“Delete it,” Ghost ordered again.

“Make me,” you challenged. A scream left your lips as they all pounced on you, successfully pulling the phone from your grip and deleting the photo.

“You all assholes,” you grumbled, taking your phone back.

“Not a word about last night to anyone,” Price ordered, pointing at you.

“Yes sir,” You gave a mock salute, grinning ear to ear.

“What's that?” he asked, pointing to the smile.

“What's what sir?” you asked innocently.

“That smile. What have you done?” he asked.

“Nothing sir,” you smiled, batting your eyelashes before walking away.

Across the base, Laswell had just entered her office, tea in hand. Sitting down at her computer, she opened her emails going through the more important once before finding one from you. Reading the topic of blackmail, she moved closer, taking a sip of her tea.

As she opened it her eyes went wide at the picture she saw spitting the tea out in a mist.

Later that day you found Ghost sitting on the couch rubbing his temple.

“Here,” you said, holding out some tablets to him with a drink of water.

“What's this?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” you asked with a smirk. He shrugged, hiking his mask up to his nose and taking the tablets. You were slightly taken aback seeing the half of his face. And from the half you could see he was handsome. What you loved more was the stumble he wore. Yep he was definitely blond.

“Huh,” you hummed.

“What?” he asked, pulling his mask back down.

“Knew you had a stubble. Jonny owes me a tenner,” you smiled. Again, the Dajuvu washed over you. Ghost thought back to the time you were in the hospital. To the time you held his face so tenderly and looked at him so softly. He wished you would do it again.

“Hey, wanna hear something worth its weight in gold?” you asked, your cheeky grin taking over. He nodded, and you slotted yourself next to him, your arms pressed against each other. You opened up your phone going into your recorder. Shuffling impossibly closer you held the phone up between your ears.

“What?”

“Shhhhh,” you hushed him, your hand unknowingly dropping to his biceps to pull him closer. He leaned down, his head gently knocking on the top of yours. It was comedic really. His whole upper body was bent over while you were just sitting there.

Softly a giggle sounded from your phone.

“What the hell is that?” Ghost asked as he continued to listen.

“That is our dear captain giggling,” you chuckled. Simon couldn't help the laugh that burst from his mouth. And not one of his half chuckles. No it was a real laugh. I mean, who wouldn't be amused by it. Your smirk turned into a warm smile as you looked up at him.

“Fuck, That’s hilarious. That's really Price?” he asked. You loved it, the way his smile reached his eyes.

“Yeah, but not as amusing as you tighty whities,” You grinned, patting his leg and getting up. He froze. Sure, he wore tighty whities when he was in civics. They were comfortable.

“So you took advantage of me when I was drunk and unconscious?” he asked teasingly.

“Oh yeah definitely,” you grinned back with a wink. You went to leave but paused, stepping back to face him. “I didn't see your face if that's what you mean. I kept my eyes closed when I took your mask off,” you added.

“I know,” he muttered. You frowned and were about to ask about it when Price called the two of you for the briefing.

“Come on,” he said, walking up to you and putting you in a headlock. Which wasn't hard. He practically dragged you out.

“Don't go telling anyone about my tighty whities. Copy?” he asked.

“Sure thing, Sir,” you grinned tapping out. He smiled, releasing you. You walked side by side. Something you hoped one day you would always do.

“You owe me a speaker by the way,”

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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PART 1

Eddie did not know what to do. It was one mistake, made in a dimly lit bar, and he honestly doesn’t even remember the guy’s name. Was it John? Jeremy? Jason? It was one guy, he never even flirts anymore but Steve looked so good that night that it hurt. Hurt so bad he needed someone to temporarily fill that gaping hole in his heart. Because how can Steve Harrington ever want him in any way?

His mother, Cecilia Munson, used to call him sweetheart at the softest times of the day, sunlight dancing through their rooms, just for the two of them. He remembers being nine, young, sharp edged from his father, wondering why anyone would look at him and call him sweetheart, not when he hot wires cars and pick locks. His mother smiles sweetly at him, explaining, “You, Eddie Munson, have the kindest and biggest heart. I call you sweetheart because I love you.”

Of course, Eddie’s in love with Steve. Of course, he calls Steve sweetheart because he loves him. How can anyone not fall in love with him? He calls Steve sweetheart because its true. Steve is a sweetheart. Steve’s sweet with the biggest kindest heart he’s ever seen on anyone. Sure, he wasn’t the best in high school, but he’s proven that he’s better now time and time again.

He gets a visit from Dustin two days after the bar incident, pounding at his door like a hurricane. When he finally opens the door, Dustin’s red faced with anger, “You’re fucking lucky I love you or I would’ve bought Erica Sinclair with me.”

Before he can even ask what’s happening, Dustin’s listing the ways Erica can hide a body, never to be found again. Eddie sighs. The group knows now, of course, they would. News spreads like wild fire with the kids. It’s because of those damn walkies they have (he can’t begrudge them for it when it once aided in saving his ass.)

“How did you find out?”

“Jonathan.”

“Jonathan?!”

Dustin shrugs, “He’s got vendetta against you now. I don’t know dude, they’ve always had a weird friendship. Max thinks they were a throuple at some point, Lucas thinks they’ve got a thing going on just the two of them and Will won’t say anything.”

Jesus Christ, Eddie’s not one for jealousy but there’s something green cruising through his veins right now and he hates it with a burning passion. He needs Dustin to leave so he can scream into a pillow, or maybe sob in the shower.

“Why are you here?”

“I am here to make sure you fix this shit you fucked.”

Eddie looks up at him with surprise as Dustin crossed his arms, eyebrows raised, “Everyone knows Steve’s the biggest sweetheart. He may hide it with his big hair or his sarcasm, but we all know. If you do like him, which you do, you dumb ass. You have to fix this, Eddie. I haven’t seen Steve this upset before and I was there when Nancy dumped him.”

Eddie blanches at the statement, it tears straight to his heart at the fact that he made his sweetheart upset. God, he's an idiot.

The next morning Eddie goes into mission mode with a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a bag of cookies he bought from the bakery on the other as he arrives at the Harrington’s mansion. He’s gonna fix this today, come hell or high water.

Robin answers the door and Eddie’s sure he’s never seen her look more feral and that’s saying a lot when they've fought a magical evil wizard together. Robin’s looking at him like she’ll gauge his eyes out if he makes a wrong move, which he deserves.

Eddie asks for Steve and before he can finish the door is shut to his face. Well, he deserves that too. So he knocks again, ringing the doorbell as annoyingly as he can.

Robin opens again, nostrils flaring, “What do you want Munson? If you’re here to make my best friend cry again, I am asking you to leave now.”

“Robin, I just want to talk to him. I want to apologize. I made a mistake and I want to fix that mistake.”

“Then what? You're gonna go calling him sweetheart again without strings attached?”

“You know that’s not what it is. You know, Robin.”

And she does know. She knows about Eddie’s feelings for her best friend and the fear of not being good enough for Steve. Robin’s afraid no one will ever be good enough for her Steve but before the bar incident, she thought Eddie’s the closest thing to good enough.

For a second, Eddie can see Robin soften, then she shakes her head, “No.” Robin says, her back straightening.

Robin’s about to close the door again when Steve comes into view. A blanket draped over his shoulders, hair messy, glasses askew. If it was any other situation Eddie might’ve swooned at how soft he looks like but he’s eyes are red rimmed from crying and Eddie hates himself even more.

“Let him in, Rob.” Robin stands solid at the doorway, not moving. Steve looks at her wearily, “Robin.” They have another one of their silent conversations, before Robin gives up, “Fine.” She leaves the door open before marching up the stairs to give them privacy.

Eddie hands him the daisies and the cookies, Steve smiling down at it before inviting him into the living room with a small smile.

“I am sorry.” They both blurt out at the same time. Eddie’s not even sure to why Steve’s apologizing. Steve then goes on a tangent about how sorry he is for making the assumption that the name sweetheart is only for him and that it meant something more. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, it was his and his only. He says it’s okay and he didn’t deserve Eddie in the first place and he wasn’t that special. Every word just crushes Eddie even more. How can Steve think he doesn’t deserve Eddie? Him of all the people?

Eddie can’t do anything but scoop him up in his arms, trying his best to give him the best hug in the world as he apologizes for his mistake. Eddie assures him that he is Eddie’s only sweetheart and Steve didn’t make anything up in his head. Eddie tells him he is in love with him, and Steve tears up but at least there's a big smile on his face.

Then and there, Eddie makes the decision to show Steve the love he deserves, to woo him off his ass. Eddie loves him, through and through, and Steve’s always gonna be his sweetheart and if in 50 years they don’t end up together, Eddie will never call anyone else sweetheart, because that’s for Steve, his nail bat yielding, bad ass, sweetheart.

They don’t kiss. Content with just being in each others arms, knowing their true feelings for each other. (Also because Eddie feels like he needs to earn it) Robin goes down when it gets too quiet, and when she sees them in the couch she smiles sweetly at the image of the two of them tangled together.

She walks up on them, “I am so glad you two made up.” Eddie’s smiling up at her when Robin’s fist hits his nose.

“ROBIN!!!” Steve’s clutching him, he’s pretty sure his nose is bleeding and when Eddie looks up, Robin’s holding her fist like it hurt her to punch, but she’s grinning the biggest grin Eddie’s ever seen on her face.

“Again, I am glad you two made up. I love you both very much. But if I you make him cry again, that’s not the only thing I am breaking.” Robin smiles before kissing their heads and heading to the kitchen to get him an ice pack.

They look at each other before promptly bursting into laughter as Steve tries to wipe his bleeding nose with his own hand.

Eddie does woo Steve. On the third date Eddie planned for them, Steve finally kisses him. They’re in his car and Eddie’s rambling about his new campaign and how the kids loved it. Steve kisses him mid-way the conversation. The kiss itself, Eddie thinks, is just as sweet as Steve. Steve holds him like he’s the best thing in this universe and like it’s a privilege to be kissing him, rather than the other way around.

Eddie does not stop wooing Steve. He picks him flowers in random fields, takes him on dates, makes him dinner, leaves tiny notes on his bathroom mirror, (he also woos him amazingly in bed), packs him lunches, makes him mixtapes, burns CDs, and, three decades later, playlists.

They’re 40, Steve found his first grey hair yesterday and Eddie’s knees hurt more often that it should. But Eddie still calls Steve sweetheart. Their kids cringe at their parents and their vintage pet name for each other, but their smiles don’t hide the fact that they adore their parents love.

Steve knows he’s special, because Eddie Munson calls him sweetheart for the rest of their lives.

Eddie knows he deserves this life, this love, because Steve Harrington loves him.

#MY BABIES #BOTH IDIOTS BUT I LOVE THEM #daeheadcanons #steddie #steddie rants #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic

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Chasing Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob/Mafia AU)

Word Count: 2,749

Summary: When you started working for Bucky you knew what you were getting into but you love your job and you’re damn good at it so when the annual work party comes around you’re not going to miss it for anything- even if Bucky infuriates you in more ways then one. It might be hard to deny how attractive he is...but is it enough to win you over or will he have to be more than just a handsome face (the most handsome ever let’s be honest)?

Author’s Note: I love mob!Bucky and it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to write for him so this one is for @the-slumberparty first monthly challenge and the theme of Mob AU! The prompt I used in in bold in the story! Thank you lovelies for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirting and lots of tension and back and forth, Bucky is infuriating at times, but in the best way ;) some fluff moments!

“Are you sure you want to go tonight?”

You look behind you in the mirrors reflection and meet Nat’s eyes, her concerned look making you sigh.

“I do. I can’t let him ruin something I’ve been looking forward to just because he can’t control himself. He doesn’t own me.”

You say the last sentence with much more strength than you actually feel but you’re determined to have a good time tonight despite the events of the last few days.

Nat stands and walks to the mirror, her red lips turning up into a mischievous smirk.

“Good. Then let’s make him sweat over how hot you look.”

After a day of pampering and prepping you turn to your friend and ask, “well?”

“You look absolutely perfect,” she says. “I doubt he’ll be able to keep his hands off you.”

She winks and you laugh but then your smile falters and you say, your tone resolute, “he better, I’m not interested in being his plaything. Let him suffer.”

~~~~~~

“You going to need me tonight Boss?” Steve asks.

Reluctantly, Bucky drags his gaze from you and the guy you’re dancing with to find Steve at his side.

Steve smirks at him.

Bucky scowls. “What?”

Steve shifts his eyes toward the dance floor in your direction.

“You’re making it pretty obvious and if we’re going to have a problem I’d like a heads up.”

Bucky’s jaw clenches tightly and his eyes narrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking…,” and Steve turns back to Bucky so he’s looking him in the eyes, “about the fact that you’ve been prowling around her all night and while she might be ignoring you, the rest of us aren’t.”

“What?” Bucky asks again, his shoulders deflating slightly at Steve’s words.

“This is your fault isn’t it,” Steve says, keeping his tone light.

“I kissed her,” Bucky admits.

“Ah,” Steve nods with laugh. “And then what did you do?”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asks, his voice gruff.

“I can’t believe she would be this mad over a kiss…” Steve muses. “It’s obvious you two want each other.”

With another hard glare of defiance Bucky finally concedes with a sigh and runs a hand through his hair.

“After it happened she came to see me but I was busy dealing with things and I didn’t make time.”

“So you were rude and abrasive and brushed her off?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shoots Steve a death glare.

“Sometimes I hate that we’ve known each other all our lives,” Bucky grits out.

Unaffected by Bucky’s bristling, Steve lays a soft hand on his shoulder. “I know you worry about your line of work but I’ve never seen you like this before. You care about her. Don’t fuck this up.”

Feeling defensive at the truth in Steve’s words, Bucky gives him a wry smile and brushes past Steve in search of you.

When he realizes you’re no longer on the dance floor he moves toward the back of the club to search for you but when he turns down the darkened hallway, you’re strolling in the opposite direction and collide with him.

His large hands steady you, the feel of you warm and supple in his arms and it brings him right back to the kiss and the way you melted against him.

You startle and open your mouth to speak but your eyes widen every so slightly at his expression.

“Come with me,” he commands as he guides you back down the hall.

You brush his hand off.

“Where are we going? I can walk on my own you know.”

You get no reply and instead Bucky pulls you inside his office, shutting the door.

“Bucky,” you say quietly as the darkness of the room surrounds you.

You can feel his body close to yours, the heat, his smell.

“Turn on the light please,” you clip out.

At the edge in your voice he reaches behind you to turn on the light switch, the action making his body brush against yours and your breath catch in your throat.

A smile of satisfaction pulls at his lips as light fills the room.

“Why are we in your office?” you ask.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“About the fact that you came here tonight just to drive me insane.”

Your mouth falls open in shock before you shut it with a snap and cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“Like hell I did!” you shout.

“Then how do you explain this?” he asks, gesturing to your body.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS?” you shoot back, mirroring his action.

“I know you’re just trying to make me jealous,” he counters. “Walking around like that…dancing with other men.”

Your eyes narrow and you take a step closer to him, pressing a finger into his hard chest.

“I’ve been looking forward to tonight for a month and just because you think you own all of New York City and this club does not mean you own me. You don’t get to tell me what to do, how to dress or who to dance with. I don’t belong to you.”

Bucky glares, agitation burning in his features and he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“And you’re the one who kissed ME!”

He grins deviously at the memory.

“I do own this city and this club and…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you shoot back.

“Whatever you say doll face,” he smirks, closing the space between you.

You begin to turn around to open the door but his arm reaches out above your head and he rests his palm against it, effectively keeping it shut.

You huff and pull hard on the knob.

“What are you doing?” you ask as you tug on it again.

He presses himself against you, the hardness between his legs digging into your back.

“For days I’ve been imagining fucking you,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

“To be honest, I’ve been imagining it every night since you showed up in my office but after that kiss…well, the need to have you is all I can think about.”

He keeps one hand pressed to the door and with the other gently turns you back around to face him. The intensity is his eyes makes you tremble and you press both hands to his hard chest, fingering the open buttons of his shirt.

“Then why were you such a dick afterwards…when I came to see you?”

His lips ghost along your jaw and you melt against him.

“I was a dick and I’m sorry.”

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“Did you just say you’re sor…?”

Your delayed response is cut off when he presses his mouth to yours, his tongue parting your lips and tasting you until you’re panting for air.

His hands reach for the hem of your dress and he fumbles with the fabric, growling against your lips until you shove on his chest and he pulls away in frustration.

His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark as he releases you but presses both hands on the door on either side of your head, caging you in.

“This isn’t a good idea,” you whisper.

“Oh?” He leans into you, reminding you of what you do to him.

“Technically you’re my boss…”

“Then I’ll fire you…you said so yourself that you could get a job anywhere when I hired you…”

“You’d fire me just to fuck me?” you ask, glaring up at him.

When he doesn’t move away or give you an answer you push on his chest with force, anger clouding your lust filled haze.

He stumbles back with a curse.

“First of all, I actually like my job and second you know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

He smirks at your choice of words.

“Oh doll, how right you are and I’m sure we can prove your point in other ways if you’d just…”

“What…just what? Let you fuck me?”

He moves back into your space, clenching his fists with restraint so he doesn’t reach out to touch you.

“You want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you,” he states.

You grit your teeth. “I can control myself and better yet, I can find someone else, someone who’s actually emotionally available, to fuck.”

The thought of you with another man snaps his patience and he grabs you around the waist and hauls you against him, crushing his mouth over yours.

Your hands go to his arms as if to push him away, but instead your fingers curl around his biceps and you press yourself closer, moaning into the kiss.

He manages to get his hand under your dress and the feel of your bare skin under his fingers turns his kiss more desperate. His fingertips brush your inner thigh and you gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Bucky.”

He kisses down your throat, licking, nipping and sucking on your heated skin.

A loud knock at the door rattles you both and Bucky pulls his hands away, resting his forehead to yours with a muttered curse.

Another knock.

Bucky gentle moves you away from the door and puts you behind him in a protective manner before he yells, “what do you want?”

When he hears Steve’s voice on the other side, the tension in his shoulders eases and he slowly opens the door.

Steve’s eyes shift between you and Bucky before he mutters, “shit.”

“Sorry boss but we have a problem.”

Bucky nods. “I’ll be right there.”

Steve leaves but not before throwing you a small but knowing smirk.

Bucky turns to you. “I’m sorry doll…I have to…”

“I know, you have to go,” you finish for him as you try to straighten your shoulders despite the feel of unsatisfied desire that rushes through you.

“Wait for me,” he pleads.

Instead of an answer you throw him a defeated look and dash around him.

“DOLL!” he yells, following you down the hall and catching you by the waist.

You squirm in his arms. “Just go Bucky.”

But he doesn’t. Instead he kisses you again.

It’s soft and tender and you go pliant in his arms, relaxing against his chest. Bucky’s back hits the wall and you press your whole body into his.

“BUCKY!”

At the sound of Steve’s voice you pull away from Bucky and with one last glance over your shoulder you disappear from his sight.

~~~~~~

“So you almost had sex with him in his office?” Nat asks as she lays back on your bed.

“Yes,” you answer, too exhausted to elaborate.

“And you didn’t because Steve interrupted?”

“Right.”

“But you’re mad at him because…?”

“Because he basically said he’d fire me so we can fuck without any consequences!”

“But then you let him kiss you again…?”

“NAT!” you sigh.

“Ok,” she says softly, but you can see the small smile playing on her lips. “I can tell you like him though.”

“I’m attracted to him,” you admit.

“Who wouldn’t be,” she answers.

“But he’s not available. Not really. And I don’t want to be just someone he fucks when he feels like it.”

“Is it because of what he does…?” she asks.

“I knew what I was getting into when I took the job. And I really do love managing his businesses. What I do is legit, what he does is another story.”

“Do you ever wonder if he keeps you at arm’s length for your safety?” Nat questions.

You turn to her, your expression softening.

“I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t share much and even if that’s the case…maybe he’s right to do so.”

~~~~~~

You’re sitting at your desk when you feel a presence in the doorway. You look up to see Bucky’s broad shoulders filling it as he leans against the frame and watches you.

You raise an eyebrow in question.

“You busy?” he asks, his tone soft.

“Always,” you answer but it’s hard not to smile.

“Think you can spare a minute for me doll.”

You give him a nod and with a few clicks of your mouse you stand and walk toward him. He moves so you can pass and you can feel his eyes on your back as you walk down the hallway toward his office.

He holds the door open for you to enter and once you’re inside he shuts it with a click.

“Have you had lunch?”

“Not yet,” you tell him, suddenly feeling hungry.

“I have sandwiches.”

He sits on the edge of his desk and holds one out for you. A peace offering.

You hesitate, his words from Saturday night still lingering, but since he’s being warm and friendly you decide to take it.

“Are these from Katz’s!” you ask.

“Of course doll. I got you your usual.”

“How do you know my usual?” you ask with playfully narrowed eyes.

“I pay attention,” he responds with a casual shrug.

“Or do you just like to know where all your money goes when I buy lunch?”

You laugh after you ask this and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Then you take a bite and moan at the taste.

He studies you, his lips quirking and his eyes darkening, the change sudden and it fills the air with tension.

“If I’d know this was going on in your office every time you get a sandwich from Katz’s I’d have invited you to lunch much sooner.”

You roll your eyes, hoping to keep the mood casual and take another bite.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you ask him after you swallow with another moan.

“I will if you stop moaning.”

“Turning you on Barnes?” You wink cheekily.

“Just thinking about you turns me on,” he says, his voice husky, “and when you moan like that all I can think about is what you’ll sound like when I make you come.”

Your body tingles at his words and you stare at him, the tension building.

He puts down his uneaten sandwich and pushes off his desk, reaching you in two long strides. He plucks the sandwich from your hands and pulls you out of the seat.

“I was enjoying that,” you huff.

“I’ll feed you more after.”

He curls his arms around you and presses you close.

“What is it with you and doing whatever the fuck you want? You know not everyone is just going to roll over for you!”

“Certainly not you,” he simpers.

“Certainly not,” you answer with a defiant lift of your chin. “You can’t keep doing this. We don’t want the same things.”

“I want you,” he murmurs as he dips his head and brushes his lips along your jaw. “And what do you mean ‘doing this’? We haven’t even done anything yet?”

“You keep implying that we will be doing something,” you sass, trying to steady your voice.

“I can’t stay away,” he whispers before gently nipping at your earlobe.

You gasp and arch into him, breathing out his name.

“No one makes me weak like you do,” he says as his lips trace along your jaw, “or so fucking angry.”

“You angry!?” you breathe out, silently berating yourself for the betrayal of your body and the weakness in your words. “You’re insufferable. And I’m not just another woman you can fuck and then ignore.”

His lips hover just above yours and his dark lashes lower when he whispers, “no, you’re not. You’re so much more than that doll.”

His features are soft as he holds you gaze, his eyes filled with desire but something more, something deeper.

“Then show me Bucky. Show me you mean it.”

His kiss is soft at first but the moment he gets the smallest taste of you it’s like a caged animal is unleashed and he slides his hand behind your neck, tilting your head so he can better claim you.

You push him back toward his desk, fingers fumbling with his belt before he quickly spins you around so your ass is pressed against the edge of his desk.

“I don’t really think fucking you over my desk is very romantic,” he groans as you untuck his shirt.

“Then wait. Take me out on a date,” you hum in answer, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye with a smirk.

“I can’t wait,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait another fucking minute to be inside you.”

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nebulablakemurphy · 4 months

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 24)

Part 23

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

“Lean your head back, so I can rinse.” Y/N instructs Katniss, gently.

It’s been two weeks back in twelve. The Abernathy family, Katniss, Cashmere and Johanna. Peeta had to stay behind, not quite ready to be exposed to all the potential triggers of home.

Cashmere and Madge had no problem cozying up in the Abernathy home. However Katniss keeps to her own house in Victor’s Village and Johanna has agreed to stay in the house gifted to Y/N after her win. Finnick and Annie will visit too, of course. After the baby.

The girl on fire sits in the tub, knees pulled up to her chest, with both arms around them, as her former mentor washes her hair. Katniss can’t bring herself to do much these days. Rotting away on the couch, after Prim… But Y/N is nothing if not stubborn and loves Katniss more than her own mother ever could.

When Y/N is finished, she leaves Katniss to dry off. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Katniss blinks at her, nodding. She does not speak.

Y/N returns to her own home, bustling with life. Nothing here is still. The victor dances past her oldest daughter, twirling about the living room to music. Moving carefully behind the house of cards that Everest and Cashmere are building on the dining table and into the kitchen.

Haymitch follows her there, Daisy in his arms. He hardly puts her down. “How is she?” Katniss.

Y/N sucks in a breath. “You should go see her, Haymitch. Maybe she’ll talk to you.”

“What makes you think she’ll talk to me?”

“Because you understand each other.” Y/N says, “I love her, she knows I do. But it’s not the same. She needs you.”

“And if you’re wrong?” Haymitch frowns, “if it sets her off? Makes it worse?”

“The last thing Katniss needs right now, is to feel like another person has abandoned her.” Like her mother. Like Gale. “Especially you. You don’t have to say anything, just be there.” Y/N wrings her hands, anxiously. “Please.”

Haymitch shakes his head, bouncing between feet, when Daisy begins to fuss. “The things I do for you.”

Y/N half smiles, “gimme the baby.”

At this he hesitates. It is hard enough being in a separate room from his children. Or not to holler in protest, each time Y/N moves out of his sight.

“Haymitch?” Y/N rests a hand against his back.

It’s not you, it’s me. “Here.” He forces a smile, passing off their child.

“Haymitch, what’s wrong?” Y/N wonders, adjusting the infant in her arms.

“Nothing.” He clears his throat, “it’s nothing.”

“But-”

“I love you.” Haymitch tells his wife, pecking a kiss to her lips, “nothing’s wrong.”

Y/N pulls back, slightly, studying him. “I love you too.”

He pats her cheek, in parting. Hurrying out the door, before Y/N can get a word in.

“You guys are disgusting.” Johanna remarks, leaning heavily against the refrigerator.

Y/N murmurs. “Yeah.”

“I’m out of eggs.” Johanna adds, to explain her presence.

“We have plenty. Help yourself.” Y/N waves toward the fridge.

“There’s something wrong with him.”

“I know.”

“What are you gonna do about it? You’re Mrs. Fix It. That’s why we’re all here. So you can fix us.” Johanna scoffs, “you can’t even fix yourself.”

“I can,” Y/N cuts her off. “I will.”

“You think I haven’t noticed there’s a room you can’t even go in?” Johanna continues.

“It’s not what you think.”

“I think you’re afraid of old hunks of metal that used to record you getting your rocks off.” Johanna crosses both arms over her chest. “They can’t hurt you.”

“They can hurt me.” Y/N purses her lips, “they did.”

“You should get rid of them.” Johanna suggests.

“I can’t.” I just can’t.

“My head doctor would call it ‘exposure therapy.’”

“Will you help me?”

Johanna huffs a laugh. “What are friends for?”

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That night, after the children are fast asleep, Y/N tosses and turns in bed.

“Just say it.” Haymitch snaps.

“It’s nothing.” Y/N whispers, “I’m sorry.” She turns away from Haymitch, nuzzling her back against his chest, until he has no choice but to wrap his arms around her.

“Angel,” Haymitch pauses, trying to find the right words. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

“Been free.” Haymitch confesses, “not since the games, never as an adult. Never as a husband or a father; and I am terrified that at any moment, all of this is going to be taken away from me.”

Y/N squeezes his hand, a bit tighter. “Sometimes I think that too.” We’ve been playing the game too long. “Do you think we’ll get used to it? Being free?”

Haymitch sighs, pressing his lips to her shoulder. “I hope so, angel.”

This is new. Haymitch having hope. “Me too.”

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Nights bleed into days. Days into weeks.

Daisy naps contently, in the sling against Y/N’s chest, while she tidies the kitchen.

Everest and Haymitch have set out to pluck weeds from the pathway between houses of Victor’s Village.

Arista is playing in the backyard.

The birds chirp.

The sun shines.

Then Arista screams. “Mommy!”

Y/N abandons the pan she is washing, into the sink, water still running, as she races toward the sound of her daughter’s voice. “Arista!”

“Mommy! Daddy! Hurry!”

Haymitch and Everest rush toward her cry. “Arista!”

Y/N finds her first, at the far edge of their yard, hunched over a mass of white feathers. “Arista? Are you ok?”

“He came back.” Arista tells her mother, with overjoyed tears in her eyes. “Louie came back.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Y/N chokes down the panic that has risen in her throat. “That’s wonderful.”

Everest comes to a stop beside his mother, panting as he takes in the scene before him. “She’s ok?”

“Yeah,” Y/N reaches a hand over, to ruffle his hair. “We’re all ok now.”

Haymitch joins them last, out of breath, face flushed. “Is everything-”

Y/N turns to him, with a grin. “Louie came home.”

“It’s just the goose.” Haymitch can’t help but laugh. “Just the god damn goose.”

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That night, at dinner, with Madge, Cashmere, Johanna and even Katniss, the phone rings. The sound of it still jarring, after being without a form of easy communication between districts for so long.

Maybe it’s Annie and Finnick.

Maybe there is news in the Capitol.

Maybe Effie.

“I’ll get it.” Johanna volunteers.

Y/N holds up a hand, not wanting to speak with a mouthful of food.

“Or not.”

“I’ve got it.” Y/N excuses herself from the table, into the hallway. Lifting the phone from the receiver to her ear; heart pounding. “Hello.”

“Y/N, it’s me.”

Her free hand comes up to her heart, attempting to quiet the ache. “Peeta, hi. How are you?”

“Better, I’m good.”

“That’s good, honey.” Y/N blinks back tears. “That’s so good to hear.”

“Dr. Aurelius says I’m free to leave the hospital, as long as I keep up with sessions over the phone.” He sounds nervous, like the other shoe is about to drop.

Maybe he’s staying with Effie in the Capitol.

“The train leaves tomorrow morning.”

“Can I- I’ll come get you from the train station?”

“Yes.” Peeta says, immediately. “That would be great.”

“Ok,” Y/N breathes, “that’s perfect. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

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sethsclearwater · 1 year

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synopsis: paul breaks up with human!reader after shifting only to imprint on her the next time he sees her.

warnings: smut at the end, paul being a soft-ish dom bc he feels bad, implies that reader is drinking and/or smoking weed in the beginning (reader and paul are both 21+ in this!!)

notes: cassie from “hot head” makes an appearance in this lol

word count: 3.68k

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you had been dating your now ex-boyfriend paul lahote for nearly 3 years when he spontaneously broke up with you one gloomy tuesday morning over text. it came out of nowhere and he didn’t offer much of an explanation aside from the fact that he needed space from you to clear his head and focus on himself.

as one would expect, you didn’t take it very well and spent the next 48 hours inside your apartment attempting to numb all your emotions with any kind of substance you could get your hands on. by some grace of god, you’d managed to resist the urge to make a fool of yourself and show up at paul’s place and bitch him out.

after about 2 days of wallowing in your sorrows, your friends had managed to convince you to go out with them, saying going out for drinks and some dancing would be good for you to get your mind off him for a while.

so you (very begrudgingly) went with. your friends had dressed you up in a pair of daisy dukes and a borderline lingerie lace top before agreeing you were going to be the best-looking person at the club.

once you guys got to the club, you and your friend cassie had taken a seat at the bar while the rest of your friends immediately got out on the dance floor after all of you took your first shot of the night together, “you feeling okay?” she asked softly, offering you a sad smile, knowing how much pain you were in.

you shrugged, taking a sip of the fruity drink cassie had ordered you just a few minutes prior, “i guess.” you responded, not particularly interested in delving into your feelings over the whole thing, knowing you’d just end up being a mess if you talked about it for too long.

she nodded, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, “well i can stay with you tomorrow if you want some company. i’m not working or anything.” she offered and you nodded, happy to have someone with you so you could at least try and numb your mind for a little while.

“that would be great.” you responded softly. you quickly changed the topic to the new guy she had been seeing, talking about him for a good 30 minutes or so while you let the alcohol kick in. the conversation didn’t last much longer though because you spotted jared cameron entering the club out of the corner of your eye.

you had only spoken with him a few times but knew he was one of the people in paul’s new group of people. cassie seemed to notice too and she let out a groan, “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” she whined, both of you looking over to see none other than paul lahote walk in a few moments later, looking arguably more miserable than you at the moment.

the two of you made eye contact for a brief second before you pulled your gaze away, looking back over to cassie who was grumbling something about going over there and starting a fight, “jesus christ does he ever stop staring?” she groaned and you couldn’t help the giggle you let out when you realized she was talking about paul who was apparently burning holes in the side of your head with the way he was staring at you.

“oh fuck they’re coming over let’s move-” she started, quickly hopping off the barstool and grabbing your hand, tugging you into the crowd of people on the dancefloor.

you giggled, the alcohol helping you feel way better about the situation, and happy to know paul looked more hung up over it than you were, “where are they?” cassie asked, both of you spinning around to try and find out where all the boys had moved to.

you couldn’t really see anyone so you just shrugged, “we should totally go back to the bar and make them miserable.” she said suddenly and you couldn’t help the giggles that spilled over your lips at the idea, loving the idea of taking some of the power back and making paul grovel.

cassie grabbed your hand, tugging you back to the bar so the two of you could take seats at the barstools, “more shots?” she asked you and you giggled, nodding as she ordered 2 more shots for the two of you.

as the two of you took another shot, you saw embry call coming over with a smile on his face. you’d always been fond of him and you knew cassie had a massive crush on him so he was somewhat welcome company. you made sure to remind yourself that he was one of the people that had presumably encouraged paul to break-up with you as he got over to the two of you.

“y/n! cassie!” embry exclaimed, pulling you into an awkward hug from your seated spot on the barstool, “how are you? i heard about everything.” he asked softly, squeezing you extra tight for a moment before releasing you so you could respond to him.

“‘m okay.” you explained, offering him a small smile, “i miss him but i’m okay.” you clarified, doing your best to not let your emotions get the best of you, figuring that paul was within earshot even though you couldn’t see him.

“did he tell you anything?” cassie asked embry, impatiently waiting for his response as she ordered yet another round of shots for all 3 of you.

embry shrugged, “i think he regrets it if that helps anything. probably gonna come over here and talk with you soon just as a heads-up though.” he explained and you and cassie both burst into a fit of giggles over how stupid it was.

“are you serious? he broke up with me over text and immediately regrets it 2 days later? that is the most paul lahote decision i’ve ever heard of.” you giggled, rolling your eyes at the stupidity of the whole thing. embry just chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“tell me about it.” he rolled his eyes, “make him beg for it though, would you?” he asked teasingly and you nodded, pulling him into a hug before letting him go so he could hug cassie.

cassie was beaming at you over his shoulder, “you mind if i steal cassie for a dance?” embry asked you teasingly and you shook your head, smiling at the two of them.

“‘course not. have fun cassie.” you giggled when she smiled at you, quickly taking embry’s hand and dragging him onto the dancefloor.

you relaxed against the bar, sipping at your drink as you patiently waited for paul to get the nerve to come over and talk to you. considering how cocky he normally was, you expect the wait to be much shorter than it actually ended up being.

about 10 minutes later you saw him get up and head over to you, only taking a few moments before he was standing in front of you, “paul,” you said casually, looking up at him as you sipped at your drink.

“i’m sorry.” he said softly, eyes softening as he scanned your features.

you sighed, not particularly interested in caving so quickly, “you’re sorry?” you asked nonchalantly, stirring your drink as you waited for him to respond.

he nodded, “really sorry.” he said softly and you giggled, shaking your head at him as you set your drink down on the bar behind you, grabbing your phone to pull up the text he had sent you 2 days prior.

“you said, and i quote, ‘i know this isn’t what you want to hear but i can’t have you talking to me ever again. i’m not good for you and need to focus on myself.’” you read the text before locking your phone and setting it back on the bar as you waited for his response.

he looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly not sure what to do, “so you break up with me, over text might i add, after dating me for 3 years, and then change your mind less than 3 days later and expect me to just take you back? do you think i have zero self-respect or something?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him, allowing him a moment to think about his response.

he sighed, “can you come back to my place? i promise i can explain-” he started and you shook your head, not having any interest in going back to his place.

“i’m not going anywhere with you lahote.” you rolled your eyes, “and fucking me isn’t gonna make me magically change my mind about how i feel about you spontaneously breaking up with me after a 3-year relationship.” you added casually, grabbing your drink to take another sip of it.

he sighed again, “i’m not trying to fuck you. i promise - i just - please? i can explain if you just come with me.” he said, sounding more desperate and frustrated than you’d ever really seen him before.

you couldn’t deny the way your heart was tugging at you, begging you to go with him, “fine.” you conceded, “but i swear to god if you put your hands on me when we get there i’m leaving.” you added, grabbing your phone and hopping off the barstool to go to his car.

“i won’t.” he reassured, he followed you out to his car, only placing his hand on your lower back for a moment to help guide you through the crowd of people before removing it.

once you got into the car and he started driving back to his place, you broke the silence, “so what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, looking over at him, the alcohol giving you a little more courage to be bolder with him than you normally would’ve been, “like seriously? a text paul? we dated for 3 years and you break up with me over text?” you added and he just sighed.

“‘m sorry it was a mistake.” he explained softly, clearly doing his best to not add fuel to your fire.

“‘s a fuckin’ dumb idea is what it was.” you grumbled, leaning away from him so you could rest your head against the window as he pulled up to his apartment complex.

lucky for you, he shared an apartment with embry who was still at the club so it sounded like you two would have the space to yourselves to duke it out.

the walk into his apartment was silent, you only breaking the silence once paul had closed the door behind him, “this better be a good explanation.” you said, leaning up against the island in his kitchen as you looked him up and down dramatically.

he sighed, running his hand through his hair as he tried to figure out how to explain himself to you, “you know about the quileute legends right?” he asked and you nodded slowly, not totally sure where he was going with this.

“like how we used to be able to shapeshift into wolves?” he asked and you scrunched your eyebrows together, nodding.

“okay i swear to god if you’re about to gaslight me into thinking you’re a werewolf-” you started, leaning off the counter, about to head out when paul grabbed your biceps, stopping you from moving.

instead of shoving him off of you, the two of you paused for a moment, just taking each other in, “i’m not lying to you. can you just-” he started, letting out a sigh, “can you just sit down and i can show you?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice and you slowly nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen table once he released you.

you watched him wearily as he pulled his shirt off, dramatically covering your eyes when you realized he was most definitely stripping in front of you. you swore you could hear him sigh at your drama, but as soon as you lowered your hand there was a wolf about two times the size of you standing in front of you.

you froze, not at all sure what the hell was going on, just staring at him. from his eyes you could easily tell it was paul, watching as he laid down at your feet, resting his head on his paws.

“what the fuck…” you groaned, wondering how the hell you missed that your (ex) boyfriend was a massive werewolf, “okay, fuck,” you groaned. “i believe you.” you sighed, getting up to get yourself a glass of water to calm yourself down while paul shifted back to his human self.

when you turned back around, paul was leaned up against the kitchen island having just pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, “so you broke up with me because you’re a werewolf?” you asked, sitting down at the kitchen table again, looking up at him.

he nodded, “sam said i couldn’t tell you.” he explained, pulling out the chair next to you so he could sit beside you.

“and now you can because…?” you trailed off, not sure why sam uley suddenly changed his mind less than 3 days after he supposedly told paul to cut you off.

“you’re my imprint.” he explained and you groaned, vaguely knowing what he meant from the few council meetings you had attended where they went over the legends.

“so you broke up with me, your supposed soulmate, over text might i add, and only realized it once you actually imprinted on me? how shitty is that?” you started, rolling your eyes as you took a sip of your water, “i knew i’d love you for the rest of my life before you imprinted on me. i didn’t need you to imprint on me to know that.” you added, frowning at him as your eyes welled with tears.

you forced yourself to drink more water so you could get rid of the tears as quickly as possible while you waited for paul’s response. his eyes just softened as he watched you, “i’m sorry.” he murmured, “believe me i didn’t want to break up with you.” he explained.

you just sighed, slumping back into the chair, “of course you didn’t.” you grumbled, taking another sip of the water, “so you’re now stuck pining after me for the rest of your life?” you asked him, smiling a bit to yourself when he nodded.

“you know how fucked up it is that i can’t even stay mad at you because of this stupid bond you got us both in now?” you asked, no real malice in your voice, instead just a bit of sadness.

paul frowned, “‘m sorry.” he murmured again, “i would say i wish it wasn’t you but that’d be a lie.” he added softly and you sighed, bottom lip warbling as you took in his words.

before he could see you burst into tears, you set the glass of water down and quickly climbed into his lap, wrapping yourself around him and hugging him tightly to you as you sobbed into his shoulder. it took paul a moment to register what you’d done but when he did, he quickly slid his arms around you, holding you close to him, and gently ran his hands up and down your back soothingly, wordlessly comforting you.

“‘m so sorry princess.” he murmured against your hair as your sobs died down after a few minutes. you sniffled, holding him close to you and you focused on attempting to even your breathing out and calm yourself down enough to talk to him.

“you’re okay, you’re okay.” paul cooed, pressing his lips to your hair as you took some deep breaths.

“i love you.” you whispered, whimpering as you looked up at him and cupped his face in your hands, “please don’t make my hurt heart like that again.” you added softly and he nodded.

“promise i won’t.” he murmured and you pressed your lips to his, holding him close to you as the two of you melted into the kiss.

paul slid his hands down to your hips as you knotted your fingers in his hair, only parting a few moments later when you needed to catch your breath, “i want you to stay here tonight.” he whispered and you nodded, pressing your lips to his again as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before laying you down on his bed.

you whimpered, tugging him down on top of you, quickly running your hands under his shirt and across his abdomen. he ran his hands down your sides, tugging your shorts off and sighing when he saw how good you looked in just the lingerie top you were wearing.

“fuck me,” he groaned, carefully taking it and your panties off of you, knowing how upset you’d be with him if he ripped it off like he wanted to. you whined, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, impatient with his slow pace which had him letting out a breathy laugh.

“‘m coming princess.” he reassured, tugging his shirt off and kicking his sweatpants and boxers to the side a few seconds later. you spread your legs, allowing him to climb between them and press his lips to yours again, letting out a loud whine when he dipped two of his fingers into your tight cunt, scissoring them to stretch out out for him, “good girl,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he praised you for taking his fingers so well.

“please hurry-” you whimpered, running your hand down his abdomen to grab his hardened cock and rub the weeping tip, eliciting a low groan from the male on top of you. he nodded, curling his fingers inside of you as your spread his precum around the tip, tugging him forward a bit until he was lined up with your dripping hole.

paul chuckled softly, taking his fingers out of you and replacing your hand with his, spreading some of the fluids he had gathered from you onto his cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a loud moan when he pushed himself inside of you, fully sheathing his thick length in you in one thrust.

“paul-” you whined, running your fingers through his hair and holding onto him for dear life as he gave you a few moments to adjust to him, “please move.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he didn’t need to be told twice, slowly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained, plunging back into your warm channel a moment later, quickly setting a steady pace. you were an emotional mess, holding him as tightly against you as you could while he fucked you, letting out a loud whimper when he reached his hand down to draw soft, slow circles against your clit, “such a good girl for me.” paul murmured, “fuck your pussy feels like heaven.” he groaned as he continued fucking your tight channel.

you gasped as he pressed down on your clit, eliciting another loud whine from you as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “you gonna cum on my cock, kitten? my cock feel that good?” he asked, a bit of his normal cocky self coming back as he felt his own orgasm approaching right behind yours.

you nodded, “please-” you whimpered, tightening your legs around his waist and your fingers in his hair as you desperately brought him closer to you.

paul chuckled softly, “go on. make a mess on my cock, yea? wanna feel that pretty pussy cum on me.” he teased as he felt your walls throb around him at his words.

you didn’t need much more than his permission, letting yourself fall over the edge as he pressed down on your clit again, quickly meeting your orgasm. as you throbbed around him, he met his own release, pushing himself as deep in you as he could as he coated your walls with his seed.

it took you a few moments for the both of you to come back to your senses, paul being the first to do so as he gently brushed your hair out of your face and slowly pulled himself out of you to lay next to you, “c’mere.” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest and allowing you to throw your leg over his waist and wrap your arms around his neck.

“don’t leave again.” you whispered blearily as you came back to your senses, eyes softening as you looked up at him.

he nodded, “promise i won’t.” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before he got up, quickly pulling on his boxers and sweatpants before getting back into the bed with a hand towel.

you sighed softly, allowing him to get between your legs, not needing to be told he wanted to clean you up. he already knew how irritated you’d get if you felt his release dripping out of you all night and was always quick to clean you up after sex because of it, “there you go.” he murmured as he quickly ran the rag between your sensitive folds, tossing it to the side and helping you into a new pair of panties and one of his t-shirts before getting back into bed with you.

you quickly curled into his arms, holding him close to you, “i love you.” he murmured against your hair and you nodded, smiling softly up at him, “i love you too.”

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leviathanspain · 1 year

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one night only

eddie roundtree x dunne!reader

synopsis: your entire adolescence was being in love with eddie, and now as an adult you have to learn that love is a cruel thing

a/n: i got carried away writing this so it’s way more than just an eddie fic? it’s very angsty and very much not your happy ending, at least with eddie because he’s an ass in this

you practically screamed as you and camila fell into the van that held your two brothers and their band mates.

you had fallen into eddie’s lap, his face soft surprise as he helped you up. “boys.” you greeted your brothers who’s surprise overtook their features.

y/n dunne: our parents weren’t so happy to be having their teenage daughter on the road with a bunch of guys. but it helped that two of them were her overly protective brothers.

billy dunne: was i concerned? not as much as i should’ve been. i was sort of focused on camila.

graham dunne: i guess you could say that i took responsibility of her. she wasn’t quite the kid anymore but she still had a lot to learn about life.

you had decided to take on the challenge on managing the band. so far, getting gigs wasn’t getting any easier and the band was only getting worse. but at the end of the day, there was always someone who put a smile on your face.

you had gone out back to smoke, hoping that it would clear your mind, but instead you found the bane of your existence and the main reason you even left town.

“eddie.” you didn’t expect to see him out there but there he was, in his shining nighttime glory.

“hey y/n,” the sound of a chair being dragged over dirt and sand was heard and in front of you, “have a seat.”

you sat down and watched eddie take out another cigarette from his pack and hand it to you. you took it gratefully and waited for him to light it.

as the lighter flickered in his hand, you leaned forward with the stick in your mouth. silently you waited, and eddie lit it, but you held burning eye contact with him, before inhaling and smiling at him.

silence met the action and you flicked the cigarette, “i managed to get us a good gig, no weddings this time.” you promised and eddie laughed, “are you sure? cus the last gig-“

“was a bust. but i’m learning as i go, same as you guys.” you defended yourself and eddie laughed, “good girl.” he encouraged you, but all it did was leave you with a hunger.

y/n dunne: i could’ve died with eddie roundtree i love you written on my forehead and he wouldn’t take the hint.

karen sirko: everyone but eddie knew it.

you didn’t know what had come over you. one moment, you were in your room trying to get some sleep after a long day of arguing with club owners on the phone to drinking until the sun came up with the band.

y/n dunne: i wanted his attention. took me years to admit why i did what i did that night.

your hands were entangled in the fabric of his shirt. the man dancing against you was nameless to you, just a man you couldn’t resist the feeling to push up on. you had looked around to find eddie but he was long gone.

disappointed filled your head and you felt like you wanted to cry, but that was the alcohol already taking over. the man you danced with noticed the drop in mood and grabbed your waist pulling you in, “wanna get out of here?” his gruff voice whispered in your ear and as you looked around once more, you had agreed, feeling him pick you up.

billy dunne: she didn’t come home for two weeks, and when she did, it was with a marriage license and a raging coke addiction.

y/n dunne: i like to call it my daisy jones days.

graham dunne: i guess after dealing with your sister like that, you learn a thing or two for whoever’s next.

you dragged your bags to the door and knocked loudly. the weight of the bracelets on your hand made for an even noisier knock. after a few more moments knocking, the doors finally opened, eddie standing on the other end.

y/n dunne: i had hoped that i wouldn’t have to see him so straight off the bat. but i guess things happen for a reason.

he was shocked, plain and terrible shock was on his face as he stepped out of the way to let you in, “y/n! where have you been?! we have all be worried sick.” it was a rushed embrace as he hugged you and you quickly pulled away. you ignored his question and instead changed the subject, “where are my brothers? are they home?”

y/n dunne: it was seven in the morning, of course they were. i just couldn’t do it. i couldn’t talk to him like nothing, even if he didn’t know that i loved him, i did.

the sound of more bags being dragged into the house tore eddie’s attention away from you. as you left to wander the house, eddie was left to greet your new husband.

y/n dunne: i had left them alone intentionally. kit wouldn’t like eddie, and i knew eddie wouldn’t like kit.

karen sirko: a little diabolical i would say.

warren rojas: lady killer.

kit stuck his hand out to eddie and smiled tightly, “christopher blackwell. but you can call me kit.” eddie shook his hand, a silence overtaking them.

eddie roundtree: y/n had brought home a greek god. i mean, he had to duck under door frames, he was so ripped you could see the muscles under his shirts, his hair was tossled impossibly good…

karen sirko: i was so jealous. he was practically etched in stone.

graham dunne: i was pissed.

shouting heard distantly had filled the awkward silence between the two of them. eddie turned to look at the incoming figures from the hallway, “i’m here now, billy! i refuse to believe you even noticed i was gone!”

billy dunne: sad thing was she was right. graham had told me a week later.

billy was already readying another argument when eddie stood up from his seat and cleared his throat. “billy, have you met kit, your sisters husband?”

eddie roundtree: billy was pink for the rest of the day. i had never seen him so mad.

graham dunne: it was definitely a day to remember.

billy dunne: that day she came home with him was the day i got my first gray hair.

you grabbed kit’s hand after billy’s outburst, “let’s go? i’ve got a friend who’s got a place for us to stay at.”

your husband nodded, “should i load the car up again?” you nodded quietly, clearly upset over billy and having to see eddie, you needed to be free of this house, at least for a little while.

as kit began to load the bags up again, you ventured down the hall to your bedroom, grabbing all the remaining belongings and stuffing them into bags you found all over your room.

as you turned to leave, giving the room one last look, you nearly fell over at seeing eddie, “how long you’ve been standing there?”

eddie shrugged, “long enough to get ask if you’re sure about what you’re doing?”

you laughed, “really, roundtree?”

eddie raised his eyebrow, “what?”

you shook your head, “you don’t get to say that. you don’t get to have an opinion on how i live my life, because u like you, i’m living it for me, not my bandmate’s girlfriend!”

karen sirko: having to hear that argument while you’re ‘sleeping’ in your bed was rough.

camila dunne: i didn’t even know she had come back, only saw the back of her dramatic escape.

silence filled the space, eddie because of pure shock and yours because of regret. but it was too late now. you pushed past him, dragging the bags full of your belongings, you didn’t even say goodbye to your brothers as you threw yourself into the car, kit’s foot already slamming the gas as the two of you disappeared.

graham dunne: that day still haunts me. there’s so much that i wished i could’ve done differently. but we were different people back then, and we had other priorities.

billy dunne: i was hard on her because i knew her, i knew that this was a life lesson she needed to learn.

it had been months since you’ve seen the band. you had heard their song on the radio and fought the urge to call them. you wanted to, congratulate them on the feat they achieved without you. but the way you left things always had you hanging the phone up.

y/n dunne: i didn’t know who i was. i suppose i never really did. i was so lost during those days.

kit blackwell: the drugs were killing her. i would come home to her passed out in the bathtub, the lines next to her on the toilet seat.

the final cry for help was when he couldn’t wake you up. the water wasn’t working, and slapping you awake wasn’t either. taking the chance, he grabbed you, tossing you into the car before speeding away for the hospital.

y/n dunne: he saved my life that day. he wasn’t even supposed to be home and he found me..

kit blackwell: i knew something wasn’t right. one of those days it would happen, and that day it did.

the band had to find out about your overdose from your husband, who had hesitated to even contact them.

graham’s knuckles were white as he hung the phone up, the rest of the band looking at him with raised eyebrows, “what happened?”

graham shook his head, using a hand to cover his mouth, he paused before speaking, “y/n overdosed. she’s being discharged into rehab today. kit just called.”

eddie roundtree: was i mad? of course i was. but i was even more mad because i never knew she had been doing drugs in the first place.

the recovery had been slow and hard. everyday was hard and your temper had worsened. your husband took most of the hits, constantly arguing with you, until you’d apologize and tell him what was really bothering you.

“i’m sorry.” you’d finally break, tears welling as he opened his arms, always ready to receive you.

kit would hug you tightly, kiss you and nod that it was okay, because to him this was sickness and in health.

y/n dunne: i was an awful wife. i didn’t know how to cook, i couldn’t clean very well..

kit blackwell: she was perfect. i didn’t care of her faults, because to me she was perfect.

more months passed and you had finally reached out. kit had begged you to, knowing it would help your final stage of recovery by reconciling with the people you had hurt.

so there you were, outside their doorstep with another secret.

y/n dunne: i guess being dramatic has become my thing over the years.

kit blackwell: i didn’t want to send her over alone. but i guess she wasn’t really alone.

you could see your bellybutton stick out from under the dress. you rubbed a hand down your belly as the door opened.

karen greeted you, a wide smile on her face as she pulled you in for a hug. she hadn’t even noticed the protruding belly that when she bumped against it, she had let out a gasp.

“oh my god!” she was practically jumping off the walls as she realized.

karen sirko: i had never been happier for someone. she was clean, she was healthy, color in her skin, i mean what more could we have asked for?

y/n dunne: i was around twenty or so weeks but i was showing by twelve weeks, so i looked farther along than i was.

billy and graham had mixed reactions. they were your big brothers, how could they not be upset? but slowly, after a long talk with them, they had come around.

“just picture it. uncle graham.” you had nudged your brother and he smiled, “i guess it’s not that bad.” he leaned down to your belly, “uncle graham here..”

you laughed and pushed him away gently, “graham!” and graham erupted into a laughing fit that had you and the rest of the band laughing as well.

billy dunne: to be honest i wasn’t happy. i didn’t think she was ready, but i wasn’t either when camila told me about the baby just a few weeks later.

y/n dunne: he called me to apologize for things he didn’t even say. i accepted it because it’s billy, hardly does he ever apologize.

eddie’s reaction was almost like a silent horror. your absence has filled him with an unknown feeling. he couldn’t fill it, no matter how much booze he tried or how many girls he fucked, it was still a huge aching hole.

eddie roundtree: i was blinded by camila. i didn’t see y/n right in front of me until it was too late. but i think in the back of my mind i always knew.

warren rojas: it was obvious. i’ve seen it all from the beginning anyway but basically, y/n had been in love with eddie since we had been practicing in their garage. eddie was in love with camila for god knows how long-

y/n dunne: i had stopped loving eddie the day we fought. i couldn’t do it anymore, i wouldn’t torture myself any longer.

warren rojas: then she got married and eddie was starting to get jealous and then she got pregnant and that’s when reckless eddie came out.

eddie was like a wound up matchbox car. all he wanted to do was sit and argue all day every day. during practice was when he would antagonize billy the most.

y/n dunne: i had stopped managing them when i left. so i hardly knew what was going on because i was too busy getting ready to raise my kid. so when i get the call…

warren rojas: it was like a car crash. you couldn’t help but keep watching.

eddie’s voice was shaky as he talked, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know and now i do and all i can do is sit and watch you two be happy and have your kid. that should be my kid, i should be married to you.”

kit blackwell: i would’ve killed eddie if she hadn’t begged me not to. i knew she loved him, but her love had changed and she didn’t love him like that anymore.

y/n dunne: i would’ve hung up but he would’ve just kept calling.

you saved yourself the trouble and made kit drive you down to the house. you didn’t even bother to greet the band, making way to the back porch.

eddie was slung out over one of the chairs, a cigarette lazily hanging out his mouth and beer bottles tipped over.

he looked up at you with a wide smile, “baby..”

y/n dunne: i would’ve punched him but i was also heavily pregnant so..

kit blackwell: i did it for her.

you had left the house crying, clutching your own arms as a way to comfort yourself as you made way to the car, “kit.” you sobbed, and he got out the car quickly, “what happened?”

warren rojas: he was an asshole to her man. i had never felt so disappointed than watching and hearing what he said to her. he had practically yelled at her for not waiting for him and for marrying some other man.

graham dunne: by that point, i had actually taken a liking to kit. he cared about her, like really cared. no man would stay after what happened with her and rehab. but he was a good man.

billy dunne: i liked kit, and i didn’t like eddie. kind of a no brainer on who’s side i was on.

karen sirko: of course i was on her side. she was my best friend, and i was the future godmother of her child.

camila dunne: i didn’t know what to believe.

eddie had hit the floor with almost no effort. he was a mess, the beer bottle spilling over with him. no one else made a move to help him, not even as kit continued to barrel through the house like a storm, did anyone move a muscle.

warren rojas: i was scared that if i moved i would get punched.

graham dunne: my sister had failed to mention that her husband had gotten into boxing so he knew what he was doing when eddie hit the floor.

kit blackwell: i was pulling my punches.

karen sirko: it was incredibly romantic.

you and your husband had sped away quickly after, still crying in the passenger seat, it had been a painful drive home.

y/n dunne: i guess i should mention that eddie and i had slept together the first month we were out there. we swore we would never tell anyone but considering we were fighting all the time, it was obvious.

warren rojas: of course i knew. i had caught them! but it was a drunk mistake, at least they said it was.

y/n dunne: it was. but he was drunk and i was stupid. i thought he loved me and that he had finally seen me for me.

eddie roundtree: it was my fault she got addicted to drugs. my rejection did that to her.

y/n dunne: he said that? oh god no, i got addicted because it was los angeles in the mid seventies.

kit blackwell: he also asked her if she was sure the baby was mine. but she didn’t tell me that until the day after because she knew what i would’ve done.

you had invited the band except eddie over to your house to meet the baby.

y/n dunne: everyone thought kit had asked for eddie not to be invited but i actually made that decision.

karen sirko: was i surprised? not really, but i was even more surprised that he had actually listened and stayed home.

warren rojas: i would’ve supported eddie except he was actually in the wrong this time so i let it go.

the baby in your arms gurgled as kit opened the door. cheers erupted as the band waltzed in, karen going to grab the little baby from your arms.

you shouted “be careful!” as she took the baby outside. graham grabbed your arm and gave you a tight hug, “baby sis, how’s your baby?”

you smiled brightly, “he’s doing good, karen took him out back.” graham nodded and made his way out back.

billy hugged you next and kissed your forehead, “god im so proud of you. i really am.”

y/n dunne: of course i noticed eddie wasn’t there. i just didn’t think he would actually listen and not show up. but was i upset he didn’t go? no. i have a happy memory of my family all together and he didn’t ruin it.

eddie knew staying back was a bad idea, especially when camila had volunteered herself to stay back with him. she was pregnant too, and eddie wondered if making all the women he loved married and pregnant with other people was a method of torture forced onto him by god.

“i should’ve gone.” eddie muttered, as camila sat down next to him.

she shook her head, “she purposefully asked for you not to come. and you wanted to go?”

eddie shrugged, “i usually do that. i think-“

“that you need to get over her? she’s married to that real life ken doll and she’s got a baby. maybe you need to do the same and move on.”

eddie roundtree: none of that was what i wanted to hear. i wanted..

warren rojas: go get her back. steal her from him and run into the hills with the baby. blah blah blah, he had that all rehearsed and memorized and i had to hear his ‘plan’ constantly.

y/n dunne: i think at that point eddie loved me more than i had ever loved him. i was happy! and i think for a moment so was eddie.

the band was taking off. their success put a smile onto your face, especially as their fan base grew. but that still didn’t stop the last phone call you ever got from eddie roundtree.

eddie roundtree: everyone had been so focused on billy and his addiction that i thought of her. i called to tell her so she could talk some sense into him, after all she knew what he struggled with but..

warren rojas: it was a shitshow. i didn’t even know you argue like that through a pay phone.

y/n dunne: there’s nothing more i wish to ever say to him.

“you know, i loved you more than i ever loved anyone? not even camila, who i’ve spent years pining over. but you! you are the light of my life, you are the air that fills my lungs. y/n please don’t do this to me..” he pleaded, his voice was shaky and his hands were white as they gripped the phone.

“i don’t care, eddie. one night, it was one night and even then, it didn’t matter. why does it now? because i’m finally happy? don’t call me anymore.”

y/n dunne: it got worse after that but it doesn’t matter anymore.

kit blackwell: he had told her that he had slept with her because she was desperate.

eddie roundtree: it was so stupid. so stupid.

kit blackwell: that comment had only made things worse.

radio silence from eddie followed. you and kit had made the collective decision to move across the country, for the better of your marriage and your son.

y/n dunne: you think i wanted to stay in california after all that? no. i wanted a fresh start with my family and i got that.

ansel blackwell: new york is my home for me and my siblings. i think it was sort of a blessing in disguise that they moved out of california.

graham dunne: having her not there was definitely hard to get used to. but she was off being happy, and that made it easier for sure.

karen sirko: i had planned to move to new york anyway, so nothing changed for me.

eddie roundtree: are we done? because i don’t have anything else to say. it’s been twenty years.

kit blackwell: best twenty years spent.

y/n dunne: my heart has never been fuller.

#daisy jones and the six #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree x y/n #daisy jones x reader #the six #eddie roundtree angst #daisy jones and the six angst #warren rojas x reader

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sadesluvr · 27 days

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RIVERDANCE

The one where you hook up with Chad at a college party.

(Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader)

A/N: A long awaited Chad fic inspired by a recent album! Songs for ambience: One Dance - Drake, These Walls - Kendrick Lamar + RIVERDANCE - Beyoncé.

Word count: 2K

Tags: SMUT / College! Reader / Alcohol use / Cowgirl (Position) / Moments of fluff / Reader is in control and we love it!

The fading sound of a Drake song signalled yet another three minutes were down, creeping closer to the end of the party. Some were tired, some were horny, and some, especially in your case, were turnt. The turquoise and orange lights of the house party were euphoric; making you feel as if you were in a club, rather than a gritty frat house, and your grip on the signature red paper cups hadn’t wavered.

“Fuck, Y/N you haven’t stopped!” Mindy commented, a smirk on her face as she looked you up and down. Any other day you would’ve taken it as a flirtation but given the fact that she was sitting next to her girlfriend - much more the fact you were dressed like Daisy Duke - seemed unlikely. “Save some for the rest of us!”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you began to sway to a distantly familiar song.

“And waste it on two lesbians on a couch? I don’t think so!”

“Touché,” Anika remarked, and your eyes brightened, immediately outstretching your arms towards her.

“Come on, you’ve been sitting all night. Dance with me!” you begged, and she gave a sweet, but strained frown.

“We prefer to be bystanders,” she said, before glancing over at Mindy and lowering her voice. “I said I’d dance with you, but Mindy’s been keeping me hostage!”

“Mindy!”

“What? I’m doing my brother a favour. I don’t want him to get all jealous,” the short haired girl said, shrugging as she sipped her beer.

“Jealous?” you said, feigning ignorance as you got closer.

“Babe, he’s got a massive crush on you,” Anika said exasperatedly. “And don’t act like you don’t know, we saw the two of you earlier…”

Earlier. What had happened earlier? Soft grinding and an exchange of drinks, of course. Chad Meeks-Martin was Mindy’s twin brother, a star athlete and basically one of the hottest guys in Blackmore.

You’d met him at a mixer at the start of the year, but it had been a cat and mouse game ever since that point. It was almost unfathomable how instantly the attraction had occurred - you’d simply locked eyes from across the room, and the rest had been history.

Momentarily, you were transported back to the beginning of the night, how you’d felt the boys dark brown eyes roam up and down your body, transfixed to the way you grooved to the beat. Your back had been tightly pressed against his chiselled torso as you grinned your ass against his pelvis, looking back at him from the corner of your eye. He hadn’t flinched; merely securing his hands on your waist and rolling his hips back, all through a delighted chuckle. He was going to be yours by the end of the night.

“It means nothing until he says something.” you shrugged.

“You know how Chad is, he’s just waiting for the right time…” Anika said, gazing off into the distance and perking up as she spotted a figure coming towards where you were sat. Speaking of —“

It was Chad; all six foot and shirtless of him, dressed in nothing more than a pair of jeans, large belt and a cowboy hat, fitted with a bandana around his neck. He smirked, walking through the room with ease, and placing a hand gently on your shoulder, looking onto the two girls on the couch.

“Excuse me — ‘Nika, Mindy…Mind if I borrow Y/N here?”

“She’s all yours Romeo,” Mindy smirked, dropping her feet from on top of the coffee table. “Behave, and lock the door. We don’t want to have to spend tomorrow explaining the birds and the bees to Ethan…”

The pair of you chuckled before you granted them a small goodbye. Chad pulled you off into a quieter corner of the room, eyes slightly glossy as he stared at you.

“So, uh, how’re you getting home?” he said softly, clearing his throat.

“I live ten minutes away,” You snickered, adjusting your posture so that you crossed your arms in-front of your chest, lending Chad a decent view of your chest. “I’m sure my legs are fine.”

“So you won’t mind if I walk you? I give great piggyback rides, y’know…” he replied, a small smile growing at the ends of his lips.

“ ‘You sure you’re done here?”

“I don’t see anything else I wanna do…”

There was a brief silence.

“Really?” You hummed. “I just figured it was kinda early…”

Chad laughed, and ran his fingers across his chin, biting his lip as he drank you in. He’d been wanting you since the first college mixer, odd considering the fact that he could practically have any girl he wanted. Why had he waited until now to make a move?

Even amidst his alcohol induced haze and excessive head bashing his only conclusion was that he was somewhat of a coward, plagued by the idea that his next relationship could kill him. Whilst Woodsboro was on his mind, he was thankful he’d waited this long. You’d basically dry humped within the first ten minutes of the party.

“So you’re a party girl, huh?”

“Always have been.”

“Why don’t we take this little party of ours upstairs? It’s pretty dry down here anyway.” Chad said with a smirk. You certainly weren’t going to disagree, and so you pushed yourself up off the wall and took the lead up the oh-so infamous stairs. Everybody knew what ‘going upstairs’ meant, and you weren’t oblivious to the way that some girls – and a few guys – gave you the stink eye as you disappeared into the soft light, and away from the hustle of downstairs.

You pushed gently on one of the many doors, opening to an empty bedroom, fitted with red bed sheets and ripped band posters on the wall. It certainly wasn’t much, but you weren’t exactly there for the scenery. Locking the door shut, you glanced at Chad through your lashes before slowly making your way over to the bed where he stood, silent, but telling. The tension was palpable; the rhythmic thuds from the music downstairs seemingly beating in time to your hearts.

Chad began to take off his hat, but you stopped him.

“Nuh-uh, cowboy,” you hummed. “Keep it on...”

It was then that you kissed. Chad’s lips were soft, tasting faintly of cocoa butter as they danced along your own glossy ones; his tongue immediately finding yours as he explored your mouth. Your bottom lip grazed the boy’s scar – something you’d always been aware of, but clueless about – and you shuddered at its rugged edges against your own skin, briefly wondering how the rough texture would feel against the wet lips of your pussy.

Letting out a soft moan, you pushed against his body, sending him toppling backwards onto the bed, with you on top. Chad’s chest was heaving as you pulled away, and his brown eyes were wide and full of lust as he watched you kiss down his stomach, paying close attention to his carved six pack as your nails lightly grazed his skin. You stopped at the silver buckle of his jeans and squeezed his bulge, smirking as you locked eyes with him.

“Your nails look so fucking good on my dick, baby,” he moaned, his voice slightly husky. “Take it out...”

“Now?” you giggled, shaking your head. “We don’t have time for that. I wanna get out of here before the night is done.”

“So what? I’m just a fling to you?” he said amusedly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you hummed. “Depends on if you can handle me...” Skilfully, you unzipped his jeans and slipped his cock through the buttoned hole of his boxers, exposing his hard cock to the cool air.

Chad’s length was impressive; bordering on six inches with a decent girth, wrapped up with a short, but prominent vein along its side. You tugged at him eagerly, nodding at him before looking at the bedside table and nodding at the drawer.

“Condom.” you said, and he pouted playfully.

“Baby...You know it doesn’t feel the same...” he whined, pushing the drawer open with one hand, keeping his focus entirely on you.

“It also won’t feel the same when I have to move in with you and Ethan so we can raise a kid.”

Chad grumbled and rolled his eyes, more than happy to oblige. He wanted a mini-Chad of his own but didn’t feel like getting a lecture from Mindy on making her an aunt anytime soon. Besides, he was with you – he was more than willing to wait.

Taking the condom off him, you hurriedly rolled it on before sliding your shorts and panties to the side, his thick head slipping into your wet folds with ease. You both let out a moan, and you savoured the moment, letting him stretch you out before you began to roll your hips, stabilising yourself by placing your hand on his chest. His large hands caressed your waist, holding you up as he ran his fingers along your sides, moving up to grope your tits through your cropped shirt, which was becoming dishevelled with every passing moment.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his teeth gnawing into his bottom lip. “You’re so good at this...Shit, you’re just swallowing me up...”

You smirked, shutting his rambles up by pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips before devilishly kissing down his chest and flicking at his nipple with your tongue, making him draw in a sharp breath and thrusting his hips up into you as punishment. The pressure was sensational, but you stood strong, determined to make it a night to remember. You were willing to take his soul, even.

Despite the dull ache of your knees, Chad’s groans were motivation for you to bounce your hips harder, the exposed areas of your skin colliding with his jeans as it produced an ungodly sound.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, lips wet and parted. “Bounce on this dick. Fuck, I wanna see that action back there...”

“Then feel it.” you said confidently, taking one of Chad’s hands and sliding it under your jeans, giving him a handful of your ass, which he groped and prodded at, sinking you further onto his cock, your juices beginning to drip down to groomed base and embedding itself in his hairs. The boy was so dumbfounded he barely noticed you sliding his hat off his head, placing it onto your own and throwing your head back in pleasure.

It felt as if the two of you were indulging in a perfect dance; where his thrusts responded to the swaying of your hips, where his hands roamed your body and made you hotter as your own kisses brought him back to reality. Alcohol be damned, the room swayed, and sounds became nothing but intoxicated gurgles, lost in the salvo of your passion.

“God, you’re perfect,” he lamented, his movements becoming more ragged. “My ‘lil cowgirl...”

“I’m all yours baby,” you smirked. “I always have been.”

Chad grinned, flashing his perfect whites before pulling you down on top of him so that your heaving chests were pressed against each other's, allowing you a moment of calm before you came; which, judging by the way you trembled and clenched around him, was imminent.

He came first; unable to hold his tongue as his healthy loads filled the condom whilst still managing to buck up into you, sending you into your own state of euphoria. You creamed around his cock, painting the latex in your clear juices and moulding yourself onto him forever, rendering yourself breathless as you buried your face into the crook on his neck, riding down from your high.

For a moment, time stood still, and it was just you and Chad alone, listening to each other's beating hearts as he held onto you by his arms wrapping around your waist protectively, and tracing small circles onto your back. You’d come back to earth, and you could both hear the dull thumping of music around you...and a knock on the door.

“Shit,” you said frantically, his voice hushed. “Ten bedrooms in this stupid house and they choose this one?”

Chad chuckled.

“I guess people have the same idea as us...” he said, fixing himself. “Let’s do this again, yeah? This time I’ll actually take you out on a date first!”

#florence writes!!#chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin x reader #scream x reader #scream imagine #scream vi x reader #mason gooding #mason gooding x reader #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #x black reader #x black! reader

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birdiewriteslit · 1 year

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“engagement”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

warren proposes to you and life couldn’t be better (set before the production of aurora starts)

lord this man has me writing all this soft shit. part 2

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” you muttered while running to the house. You practically slammed open the sliding door, startling Camila and Karen, who stood against the kitchen counter.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Camila said with a hand over her heart. Karen noticed the look on your face and got concerned.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

You broke out into a wide smile and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “No, quite the opposite.”

You held out your left hand for them to see. “Is that what I think it is?” Camila gasped and rounded the corner of the counter, Karen following suit.

Her mouth agape, she took your hand to get a better look at the ring. “He didn’t.” She looked up at you in shock.

“Let me see,” Karen said and took your hand from Camila’s. “Oh, my God. Is that moonstone?”

“It is!” You bit your lip in excitement.

“Who cares what the rock is? You’re getting married!” Camila said, pulling you in for a tight hug.

When you pulled apart, Karen took your arms and you two started jumping around, “Y/n is getting married! Y/n is getting married!” she chanted.

Camila joined in, and the three of you danced around the living room in gleeful joy. You didn’t even notice Daisy came inside until she spoke. “What’s going on in here?”

You all stopped moving and tried to act casual. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just getting married!”

“What? Oh, my God, tell me everything now.” Daisy said, feeling the excitement in the room. You sat down on the couch, and the girls surrounded you, eager to hear the story.

“So, we were on a walk down at the beach when he did it. We were standing in the water where it was like ankle deep just throwing rocks and shit. Out of nowhere, he drops down on one knee and pulls out this ring. Then, he’s telling me I’m the only woman for him, and I’m saying yes before he gets the question out.”

Daisy grinned. “Wow, I never knew Warren could be such a romantic.”

“Sorry, but did you just run all the way here after?” Karen asked.

You looked down sheepishly. “Sort of, but it’s not like I ran away from him or anything. He’s probably telling the guys right now.”

“We have to celebrate,” Camila said. “I’m having all of you over tonight.”

—————

By nightfall, the eight of you were gathered in the living room, drunk off your asses (except Billy) and laughing about stupid shit.

“Oh, remember the time when Warren drank too much and started telling all the groupies conspiracies about the government,” Graham said, laughing loudly.

“He also told them that I secretly read Cosmopolitan. So, thank you Warren for losing me a lot of play that night,” Eddie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“Man, I only told them that because it’s true,” Warren snickered while you laughed at Eddie’s misfortune.

You were sat on Warren’s lap wearing a short white sundress. His arms came around your waist as he pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous right now.”

You felt your face heat up immediately. Of course, this was something he would say when nobody was listening, while the others were too wrapped up in their drinks and embarrassing stories to notice.

He leaned his head back on the top of the chair, gazing up at you with a kind of admiration he’d only ever had for you. God, you were marrying this man, and he still had the power to make you feel shy.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” He offered you a toothy grin and reached a hand up to play with your hair.

Your lips quirked up in a wide smile. Your hid your face in his shoulder. “You’re too much, Warren,” you whispered against his shirt.

You felt his chest move as he laughed. “You better get used to me calling you that. You’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.

You moved your head from his shoulder to find him looking back at you. “I really don’t mind that.”

#warren rojas #warren rhodes #warren rhodes fanfiction #warrenrhodes #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas x reader #warrenrojas #daisy jones fanfiction #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones & the six #djats #dj&ts #djats fanfic #daisy jones #daisy jones fanfic #birdiewritesfics #birdiewriteslit

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happygirl2oo2 · 6 months

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Every reference I could find to Fitz's love of monkeys in Marvel's Agents of Shield, organized by episode numbers

According to this article, Fitz's love for monkeys comes from Iain de Caestecker's love for monkeys. The actor joked in season one about wanting a monkey sidekick for Fitz and it made it into the show's story. Fitz even has monkey figurines on his desk in early seasons.

season 1 episode 2:

FITZ: “I would love to see a capuchin in the wild. Maybe even a yellow-tailed woolly monkey. You know, um, Peru has 32 different species of monkey.”

season 1 episode 3:

FITZ: “If we had a monkey, we could get in.” SIMMONS: “Ugh, Fitz!” FITZ: “If we had a small monkey, he could slip through the sensors and disable the fence's power source with his adorable little hands.”

and

FITZ: “Did you hear the deadly lasers part? Without a brave monkey—”

season 1 episode 8:

FITZ: “Still, this is definitely the type of work a monkey could easily do.” WARD: “You're our little monkey.”

season 1 episode 16:

MAY: “What's this?" FITZ: "Um, say you need to tag a fleeing vehicle... or a wild monkey, if it was to get away from you.”

season 1 episode 22:

SIMMONS: “That means that every bit of energy inside us, every particle" *breathes deeply* "will go on to be a part of something else, maybe live as a dragonfish, a microbe, maybe burn in a supernova 10 billion years from now. And every part of us now was once a part of some other thing ... a moon, a storm cloud, a mammoth.” FITZ, softly: “A monkey.” SIMMONS, also softly, accepting: “A monkey.”

season 2 episode 14:

Daisy: "Okay. But why am I suddenly feeling like old yeller right now?" Coulson: "Kind of surprised you know the reference." Daisy: "I've had a lot of downtime lately. That and Fitz really wants a dog." Coulson: "Thought he wanted a monkey." Daisy: "Guess he readjusted his expectations."

season 2 episode 16:

*When Fitz is packing up his stuff to leave, his three-monkeys statue is the first thing he's seen grabbing*

season 3 episode 21:

*When Fitz is getting ready for the broadcast with Talbot, he's making monkey noises as his vocals warm-up*

season 4 episode 3:

FITZ (counting his breath): “One chimpanzee, two chimpanzee. One chimpanzee, two chimpanzee.”

season 5 episode 5:

*Fitz is shown drawing monkeys on his cell's wall as a way to mark the passing of time while being there, instead of the regular line-markings that are usually used for that*

season 5 episode 16 (as Bobo is a common monkey name):

Jemma: "I was hoping you could tell me more about our future." Deke: "I mean, you saw it... It sucked." Jemma: "No, I mean Fitz and me. Do you recall any evidence of major injury, any noticeable scarring, perhaps?" Deke: "I don't remember you guys at all. I didn't even know your real names. Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. changed them when they were getting hunted down. I just knew you as Nana and Bobo."

season 5 episode 21:

*when Simmons is packing up Fitz's things into the suitcase, his monkey statue from the earlier seasons can be seen among the things already in the suitcase*

season 6 episode 3:

SIMMONS: “Expecto Patronum! [a small hallucination of Fitz in a monkey suit appears on her straw] Hello, little monkey Fitz.”

season 6 episode 6:

*while in the memory of the night they first became friends, after Simmons tells Fitz she also remembers "how manic you were and thinking that genius is just a tick away from madness", the wall is seen suddenly covered in drawings of monkeys in the same way Fitz did to the wall in his cell in season 5 episode 5*

season 6 episode 8:

SIMMONS (about the events of s6ep3): "I saw you in a monkey outfit dancing." FITZ: "No, no, reverse on that bit, what do you mean you saw me in a monkey outfit dancing?"

season 7 episode 13:

*When Alya gets up from her bed in the pod to hug her mom, a few monkey dolls can be seen at the edge of her bed*

and

FITZ (about Alya): “This little monkey is punching me as hard as she can in the leg.”

#that man loves his monkeys #agents of shield #aos #leo fitz #leopold fitz #fitzsimmons #iain de caestecker #fitz's monkeys #monkeys #marvel's agents of shield #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

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bradshawssugarbaby · 4 months

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How about “I loved you from the very first day“ with Bob?

♥️♥️♥️

YES this is so Bob coded 🥰

"Ok, kids are finally asleep...I think. They may just be really quiet up there, but the point is, they were in bed when I left the room," Bob laughed, adjusting his glasses before sitting down beside you on the couch.

"Close enough, they'll settle down eventually. They just missed you is all. This last mission was the longest one you've had since they were born, I don't think they were quite used to you being gone."

"I know, Lucy's been really...vocal about not wanting me to leave again. Made me do the pinky promise and everything that I wouldn't be going away again this week."

Bob frowned, running a hand through his golden brown hair. He shook his head as a loud sigh escaped his parted lips.

"I hate leaving you guys, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do, Bobby, we know you don't like going away."

He frowned again, this time looking down at his hands, fiddling with his wedding band, spinning the gold ring around on his finger. He let out another tired sigh before looking up to meet your gaze. His cobalt blue eyes fixated themselves on you, a sense of sadness behind them. He hated leaving his family. It was easier before you'd had kids, but since welcoming three little girls into the world, three little girls who adored their father more than anything, it made the task of leaving that much harder.

Your eldest daughter, Lucy, was five, and growing used to her dad's work - she didn't quite understand everything, but she knew it meant he had to leave here and there for missions. She typically knew the drill - Bob would leave for a week or two and return, showering his girls with love and affection. Lucy knew it was always temporary, but the last mission he was on had taken six weeks, far longer than any other mission he'd completed since the Dagger squad had been formed. You did what you could to reassure Lucy, and her sisters, 3 year old Isla and 18 month old Daisy, that Bob would return as soon as he could, but your efforts were futile. You couldn't fault them for that. Being as young as they were, you weren't surprised that they felt confused and betrayed, as though Bob had discarded his family. You did whatever you could though to show just how much he adored the three of them.

"Lucy'll be ok, hun," you soothed, your voice reassuring as you put your arm around Bob's shoulders, "She's just little."

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Mhmm, about 14 times since you came back this morning."

"No, but how much I really, truly, love you?"

"I'm listening."

"It's just," he laughed nervously as he adjusted his glasses again before continuing, "You've held down the fort by yourself for the last six weeks, taking care of the girls, making sure the house is running smoothly, getting Lucy to dance class, taking Isla to swim lessons, making sure Daisy gets to her play group after the older two go to school and preschool, and you managed to do it all without going crazy worrying about whether or not I'll be home safely."

"I wouldn't say without worrying. I worried every day. I just didn't show it."

"That's exactly what I mean, you never once showed the girls that you were concerned. You stayed strong for them."

"I did what I had to do, you would have done the same if it was the other way around."

"I wouldn't have been able to keep it together. Not as well as you have."

Bob laughed softly again, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. He smiled to himself before looking down at you once more, beaming from ear to ear as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I've loved you from the very first day I met you, you know that?" He nodded, placing his hand tenderly on your cheek as he pressed his lips to yours.

"I know. Only because I've loved you that long too."

#bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #requested

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lbulldesigns · 27 days

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AITAH For accusing my former best friend of trying to break up my relationship, and promptly ending our thirteen-year long friendship?

Posted 18th of May, 2021

I (18 M) need some outside opinions.

Background information. I have been best friends with Pow (18 F) since we were six, I first met her when my Godfather Benny introduced me to his best friend's newly adopted daughters. Both girls had been in the foster system for nearly a year after their parents died, and were lucky enough to get adopted out by their Godfather Van after he was able to track them down and prove to the courts and children's services that he was a safe option.

At first, I was a little intimidated by the older sister, we'll call her Daisy (she's named after a flower and I don't think she'll appreciate me using her real name) because she seemed angry at everyone but quickly put on a friendlier face when she saw how nervous I was.

When I saw Pow, I felt an instant attraction to her (not romantically, I was just interested in how pretty her blue hair was) and ended up spending our first encounter trying to get her to open up and talk to me. She was traumatized by the past year and had turned silent as a result. I felt so proud when I finally got her to smile and giggle, we became thick as thieves afterward, she was my best friend.

We shared everything together, our interest in academics, such as art, mathematics, video games, dancing, robotics, computers, and later DND.

There were some things we did separately. Pow competed in gymnastics, and I would take part in skateboarding competitions. And without fail always came to each other's thing to show our support.

Pow had some difficulties with her older brother Lo (fake name), he constantly took his frustrations out on her and everyone pretty much gave up on him ever getting a clue and stopping. So, we all tried to get Pow to stand up for herself, we figured if she stood up to her "bully" then he would learn to back off. However, Pow was a shy one and never spoke up for herself. As a result, she was hesitant around others and had difficulty making any friends outside of myself.

This became more apparent once we got to high school. We had a few classes away from each other and in these classes, I made some new friends, from there I got convinced to join the basketball team when some of my new friends told me it could help with my college perspectives. In lieu I convinced Pow to try out for the cheerleading squad, as per my new friends' advice, I made it onto the basketball team but Pow didn't make it onto the squad which I was surprised by because she's a pretty decent dancer.

Because I was on the basketball team, I wasn't able to participate in most of the same clubs as Pow and ended up moving on from these interests to focus more on my future, which is understandable because I can't spend every day playing make-believe anymore.

Pow was set in her ways however and seemed to want to continue playing make-believe and seemed determined to hate my new friends. She constantly avoided them and would rather sit alone during lunch than hang around me when they were around, she would always get a sour look on her face whenever they were around me (which was a lot of the time) and would decline invitations to hang out with them, she made no effort to get to know them properly and this hurt. But I still persisted with our friendship because, despite everything, I do care for her.

And then I met my now GF Kara (not her real name), Kara is sweet and funny, she writes me poems and little love notes with cute little love hearts and takes her academic future seriously. She has been trying to convince me that my friendship with Pow is toxic and understands why I couldn't just end the friendship but says that I wouldn't be the bad guy if I did.

I would get uncomfortable whenever she brought this up, but more and more recently I began to see things from Kara's perspective, albeit guiltily. I brought up my concerns with Daisy and her GF, and they were convinced that Pow is probably a bit possessive considering their own problems with her. Pow hates Cat (the GF) and even made her cry after Cat made an offhanded comment about law enforcement that seemed to trigger her. Daisy promised to speak to Pow about everything after everything between them had cooled down, she and Daisy got into a massive blowup about making Cat cry, something that Cat was feeling seriously guilty about.

So, when, three days after Kara and I decided to become official, Pow pulled me aside during lunch and confessed that she "loved me" and didn't want to just be friends anymore. I lost it.

I actually shouted at her in the middle of the lunch crowd and shamed her in front of the whole school. I called her a "possessive psychopath" who can't let anyone be happy, she pretended to look confused and asked what I was talking about, and I reminded her I was in a relationship as in I have a girlfriend. She managed to conjure up some tears and said that she didn't know, but I wasn't falling for it. I flat out, told her that I was done with her and this "friendship" and left her standing there.

At the time I couldn't feel anything but angry, and vindicated. My friends were laughing and joking about the situation, and Kara was super cuddly with me and kept asking me if I was okay and saying that I didn't do anything that wasn't due.

But now I'm questioning myself, with the anger cooled off. All I can see is Pow's sad doe-eyed look and the sound of the rest of the school snickering at her. She didn't turn up for classes for the rest of the day, and on my way home I heard a group of girls sl** shaming her.

Zer, my one new friend that Pow actually gets along with, called me an AH, and she thought I was a better person than that, and that she was now reconsidering her friendship with me.

So, Reddit. AITAH for ending a toxic relationship?

(This is a fanfic, please read tags)

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sheeluvsme · 11 months

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Funny 141 + los vaqueros (and others) Headcannons!!

Ghost , soap , gaz , price , Valeria, Alejandro, Rudy , graves , alex , farah ,könig ( I think that’s all…)

no warnings!!!! Just funny shit I think they do LMAOO, contains some reader in here !! Also none of these are in order LOL I just started writing shit down , and not proof read ! BUT ENJOY <33

Soap. Dear lord we love soap but he is a MESSY EATER

You will be sitting 5 feet away from him and your still in the fucking splash zone 😭

He also eats in bed , gets food everywhere, then gets mad he can’t sleep because his bed is riddled with crumbs

Graves dead ass sleeps in a recliner like an old man. I’m so serious.

One time someone walked in on him sleeping leaned back in his office chair and they drew a dick on his face AND FLED.

He didn’t notice till he had a call with shepherd.

Valeria insults Alejandro about his forehead.

Soap dose too and Alejandro beats him

Rudy drinks orange juice with pulp.

Price unironicly says ‘ whoopsie daisy ‘

Alex grabs your waist when he’s scooting by you and is like “ exuse me just gonna scoot on right by you-“

Ghost one time was so tired he tried to drink through his mask. It was FUNNY ASF

you get to sit and watch Alex shameless flirt with farah , and farah is OBLIVIOUS.

König will strap in his groceries in the back seat and when he opens the door to take them out they all fall out and start rolling down the street so all you see is this tall as man chasing after his oranges .

Ugliest. Monopoly. Games. Ever.

Half way through the game if ends up with someone pulling out a gun and shooting the board game.

Price is like “ fucking hell ! That’s the fith one !”

Farah doesn’t join but is so confused why they continue to play every couple of months if it just involves them fucking destroying the game

Soap literally eats almost anything you dare him too

Used to chew on bottle caps RELIGIOUSLY

ghost tried dip once. He swallowed it.

Price and laswell are goats at candy crush

Price is also super good at math????

Price called gaz son and gaz cried in his room for the rest of the day and didn’t talk to him for a week

Alex won’t stop getting asked if he’s prices son even if they definitely know the answer.

Farah can easily beat up Alex , and sometimes dose

Soap is a chronic “ Eats the last peice of food but leaves the empty package in the refrigerator “ type of guy

Ghost beats him up for eating the last toaster strudel

Alejandro loves putting hot sauce in there ketchup , watches soap slowly die from spice , even worse gives him sprite to wash down the spice.

You want to know who shot the monopoly board? Valeria.

Alejandro and Valeria almost end up in a fist fight over uno. Rudy was scared for his LIFE

Ghost high asf because soap gave him gummies to “ relax” but no one notices because his eyes are always so damn red

Gaz unironicly watches Freinds , like over and over and over

Price says “ oui “ when he eats a croissant

Soap has a “ smell test “ for his clothes when he dosnt feel like doing laundry.

Konig likes to quietly play roblox on long rides

Sometimes he’ll play a scary game and suddenly he just like yells and throws his phone LMAOO

Soap forces price and ghost to play Minecraft

Ghost is just blowing everything up

Soap plays in creative mode bc he’s a whimp and says survival is too hard

Price thinks the loading screen is the game.

Alejandro and soap get so serious when playing Just-dance Alejandro will loose grip of his remote and it will SHMACK soap in the face so HARD

Whenever Alejandro falls over he lays on the ground because Rudy always helps him up but this time he’s with ghost , ghost laughs at him and doesn’t help at all

Alejandro will doxx anyone who is mean to Rudy

Gaz is just confused. All the time.

Gaz sends random cat videos or pictures in the group chat they have

They go to add ghost to the group chat and he pulls out his jankie ass flip phone and everyone stares at him in horror.

Ghost mostly uses his computer but he’s like a grandma with it

Alejandro is a chronic Facebook user.

Soap has TikTok addiction and won’t stop shoving his phone in ghosts face when he sees something remotely funny

One time when gaz was a kid he found a unwrapped tootsie roll and thought it was a butterfly cocoon and put it in a jar and waited MONTHS for it to hatch

Price randomly says swag.

Ghost cried as a kid because he thought cracking open the egg ment it could no longer be a chick and hatch , he had no concept of process he was devastated

Alejandro and everyone looking at graves , grave “ welp , I’m glad he lived up to his name” and everyone just starts LAUGHING

GAZ thinks farah is ABSOLUTELY BAD ASS WITH HER MOTOR CYCLE.

He asks to touch her motorcycle likes it’s a cat “ can I touch it…?”

Alejandro eats unfrosted pop tarts.

Soap has snorted pixie stick dust , and will do it again

Gaz has neices that really like hello kitty so now he has this small hello kitty patch he Carry’s around that they gave him😭

Soap coughs loudly when price smokes anywhere near him , just to be dramatic

Price is sick of his bs

Königs feet always hang off his bed and is genuinely terrified of something grabbing his feet , one time a stray cat taped his foot , he jumped 5 feet in the fucking air SCREAMING

Ghost says “ at least I’m not Scottish “ and soap just says “ well your queens dead” and then the start wrestling in the back of the truck while price is yelling at the threatening not to take them to Wendy’s anymore

PSLKSEJEJW THESE ARE SO FUNNY I WAS GIGGLING WHILE WRITING THIS i HOPE YOU ENJOY :)) I’ll probably do a part 2 if this gets enough likes !

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x-aefx · 1 year

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Back to you - Ellie Williams

Part six /

Summary:college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

Taglist: @elliewilliamsmunch @joliettes @gocryariver @blairfox04 @s1decha @haerinwho

A/N: the song at the start is called Dancing Barefoot by Patti Smith, some Daisy Jones and the six (show) fans might recognize it, it's a great song! This chapter isn't as long but needed for the remainder of the story.

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“she is sublimation .”

Your head moved slightly back and forward as you listened to the music.

“She is the essence of thee.”

You scribbled word after word in your cursive handwriting. You didn’t understand the topic completely, the words you were writing were not at all entering your brain, you wrote mindlessly with the intention of getting it done with. Not to learn.

“She is concentrating on he, chosen by she.”

Your focus was broken by the feeling of tapping on your arm that your head was resting on.

Snapping back to reality you pulled out your earphones and turned around, confused as to who wanted to talk to you in the library.

“Hey Y/N, been a while hasn’t it?”

Your lips parted slightly and your eyes widened before they filled with guilt and awkwardness.

“Hey Ethan.” Your cringed at your sad attempt at being enthusiastic to see him.

Ethan gestured to the empty seat across from you. You nodded at him to take the seat. You didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You also didn’t want to be rude when there was no reason for it.

“So how have you been? I was worried. You kinda just disappeared.” Ethan leaned forward in his seat, making sure to keep his voice in a whisper.

“yeah about that, I’ve been meaning to come to you and apologize. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and I shouldn’t of just ignored you.” You confessed. You dropped your pen and shifted your focus entirely to the boy across from you.

“its all good. I just want to make sure your alright. You know I was worried my sister said something to offend you.” Ethan joked.

You smiled remembering your encounter with Nora in the changing rooms.

“No don’t worry she was nice. Something kind of happened and i- I uh got scared. Which is lame. I know.” You avoided his eyes as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

“its not lame.” Ethan was quick to comment.

You glanced up at him in shock, you didn’t except him to say that. Part of you expected him to laugh and agree that it was a lame thing to do. The other part of you thought he would be angry.

“look I don’t want to pry. I just want to know your ok.” Ethan looked at you with so much sincerity it was hard not to smile and lunge across the table to engulf him in a hug. You managed to resist that urge.

“I’m alright. And I’m sorry.” You let a breath out, proud you were able to say those words without a single stutter.

“you know what would make me forgive you?” Ethan spoke in fake seriousness.

“I haven’t the slightest idea.” You tried to copy his seriousness.

“If you would do me the honor of joining me for dinner. Tonight. As my date.” Ethan smiled hopefully.

You found your heart lower in your chest. The breath in your lungs vanish and your mind go completely blank.

You felt disappointed. But you shouldn’t feel that way.

Ethan was a handsome guy and popular with not just students, but professors also. Despite getting detentions every other week, the professors seemed to have a soft spot for his jokes and not so serious personality. He came from a wealthy family whom he was close with. He was they type of guy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home to your parents.

Yet you didn’t want to force yourself to go on a date with someone you didn’t possess romantic feelings for. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you figured it would be better to let him down now, rather than lead him on in false hope.

Amongst your thoughts images flashed in your mind.

Bright green eyes.

Freckled sun kissed skin.

Short auburn hair tied messily.

Tattooed arms.

Pink lips pulled into a loving smile.

“Ethan I’m so sorry-“

“fuck that wasn’t how I imagined this would go.” Ethan let a breath out as he leaned back in his chair. Disappointed clear on his face.

“I can’t go on a date with you when I don’t share those kind of feelings for you. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“I get it Y/N.” Ethan looked away from you.

“You’re a great guy. You won’t have any problems finding a girl who likes you the way you want them to. I’m certain of it.” You smiled as you tried to reassure him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Ethan muttered.

An idea stuck you causing a smile of excitement to form on your face.

“have you ever met someone by the name Lily Ashwood?”

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The campus coffee shop was unsurprisingly busy when you reached it. Every table was occupied, the que was formed by almost 15 people. But the coffee was good and cheap so you lined up behind everyone else waiting to order.

You had spent your evening writing the remainder of your essays that were due this week. It caused you to miss two parties but in your head it was worth it.

Reaching into the pocket of your coat, your fingers searched for the money you knew was in there.

“Shit sorry!”

Your body swayed a bit to the side from the impact of another body against yours. You looked down at your body, thankful to see no drinks had been spilled on your clothes like in those stories.

“your good, don’t worry.”

Looking in the direction of the voice, you were met with an unfamiliar face. Blue eyes met yours, blonde hair to match the colour of gold, a tanned heart shaped face, a pointed nose and pink lips. The girl was beautiful. You searched your mind, surely you would of seen this girl before? Lily must of mentioned her at least once?

“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy.” The girl laughed. You smiled.

“Babe?” another girl called. You recognized her from one of your classes, Tegan her name was. She was nice, known for her perfect grades and extreme organization.

Tegan wrapped an arm around the waist of the mystery girl you had bumped into. Pulling her closely to her side she quickly pecked her lips.

“I knocked into this girl, hope I wasn’t keeping you waiting too long.” The girl , who you had yet to discover the name off, explained to her girlfriend, presumably.

“its fine, I just didn’t want to be alone.” Tegan mumbled, heat rising to her cheeks as she avoided eye contact, choosing to fiddle with a piece of her girlfriends golden hair.

The girl laughed, a sweet genuine laugh. You watched as she brought a hand to the side of Tegan’s face, gently moving to tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Tegan looked up at her, cheeks still a rosy colour. Both girls smiled to one another, you knew that look. You had never experienced it, but you knew that look.

It was the look your dad gave your mother when he’d catch her asleep on the sofa whilst watching tv.

It was the look Jesse would give Dina even when she was ranting to him all about how people needed to stop littering.

It was a look of love. Pure real love.

You watched at their free hands interlocked with each other. You watched their smiles grow bigger on both their faces, you noticed both of their faces a light shade of pink.

Your eyes moved around the café, you seen an elderly couple holding hands across the table as the wife talked to her husband about her day, he listened to her every word intently.

You seen the boy behind the counter eagerly wait to see the customer read the note he wrote on his coffee cup.

You saw a girl focusing on the book she was reading whilst the girl she was with, laid her head on her shoulder, a content smile on her face.

You had never craved the love of another until you looked around and realized it was completely surrounding you, yet didn’t touch you.

Your eyes drifted back to the couple In front of you. You smiled and reassured the girl with the pretty golden hair when she apologized once again for knocking into you. You left the café.

You wanted that kind of love. To love another and to feel their love towards you.

You closed your eyes.

Bright green eyes.

Freckled sun kissed skin.

Short auburn hair tied messily.

Tattooed arms.

Pink lips pulled into a loving smile.

Your heart sped up. Only this time it was different. It wasn’t a sick feeling it brought you, this time it brought you excitement and giddiness.

You couldn’t hide your smile despite your best efforts. It stayed on your lips for the entire walk back to your dorm .

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