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marvellous1917 · 9 months

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Icarus Falling

(Part 2)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x female!tattoo artist!reader

Summary: It’s gonna be a busy day. Giving a tattoo to a mobster that broke into your home was nothing compared to the fact that you can’t stop thing about how fucking hot he is.

Warnings: lots and lots of swearing, mention of crime (duh), fights, broken bones, tattoo needles, threats, think that’s it.

Part one ⬇️:

A/N: AAHHHH the response to part one was actually insane!!!! I hope this second part is good enough. Love u all <3

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Bold is reader’s thoughts.

Italics is Bucky’s thoughts.

The size of the tattoo is in inches.

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Walking to the shop, your thoughts were running a mile a minute. Holy fuck, what the fuck, did last night actually happen?, James Barnes is gorgeous and made falling asleep last night really fucking difficult, screw him for making me all hot and bothered. Asshole. But one persistent one came screaming to the front- how the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank?

Unfortunately there was not a lot of time to come up with an answer to that, the shopfront coming into view as you turn the corner. Jigsaw Ink stood proud in the middle of the busy Brooklyn street, the black paint of the walls in stark contrast to the pastel pink of the florists’ to one side and the baby blue of the cafe the other.

The shop was a second home to you, the couch at the front becoming a bed for you sometimes after a night out, or if Caleb was being an ass. Frank was nice enough to let you crash when you needed, trusting you with his business. Frank, and the other two artists at the shop, Billy and Curtis were like family - a weird combination of protective older brothers and best friends who were terribly bad influences on you.

The bell on the door rang when you opened it and there was a yelled “Y/N? That you?” from a deep voice at the back of the room.

“Yeah Frankie, it’s me. I thought Billy was supposed to be here, not you?” You yelled back, moving behind the counter toward your station, dropping your bag and taking off your jacket.

“He was, but he managed to get his ass knocked out last night so he’s taking the day off,” Frank replied laughing, walking out from the back towards you.

“What? Is he ok?” You ask, giving Frank a hug when he got closer.

“Managed to piss somebody off at a bar, not really sure what happened, but he’s fine. Just stupid,” he replied, patting your back as you release him.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but he is an idiot I swear, you can guarantee it was his fault as well,” you say.

Frank chuckle and nods as a response, “yeah I bet. Hey , you got many appointments today?” He asks.

Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank Castle - literally the most protective man on earth - that I had to move all of my appointments to next week because a damn mobster broke into my house and demanded I gave him a tattoo today.

“…uh. No just the one, I had to move the rest,” you answer, praying to whoever was listening that Frank wouldn’t ask any questions.

“Why’s that?”

Fuucckkkk.

“Umm..no reason really..” your mind went completely blank, the only thing running through you head were those goddamn blue eyes.

“Kid, what’s going on?” Franks’ eyes narrowing, seeing straight through your bullshit response.

Ughhh. Change the subject right now. “Y’know you call me kid all the time, you’re not that much older than me Frankie. I mean there’s only-”.

“You’re ramblin’ kid. The fuck is going on?” He says, all sense of humor him from his voice.

Ah, there his is, protective Frankie coming in full force.

“Shit. Ok so here’s what happened-” you tell him the full story, coming home from work to see a dangerous criminal chilling in your apartment, the fear that came with that lovely surprise, Caleb’s debt, the weird philosophical conversation, the tattoo talk. All of it.

Of course, excluding the part where you found yourself extremely attracted to the fucking mobster, his weirdly slightly comforting presence, and the fact that the memory of those blue eyes where all you could see as your hand slipped between your legs before you fell asleep.

To be fair to the man, Frank listened to every word you had to say, not interrupting one. But you could see on his face every single emotion he was feeling, the main one being just straight up confusion.

“Lemme get this straight. The fucking Winter Soldier broke into your house last night and is coming in for a tattoo in..” he checked his watch as he spoke, “..an hour?”

“..yeah.” Hit the nail on the head there Frankie.

“Shit.” He says, rubbing his hand over his face in an act of desperation.

“Yep.” You say, patting his arm to try and reassure him.

“Alright, I’m gonna be here the whole time, don’t you worry about that kid. You’re gonna be fine.” He assures you, obviously worried about you.

“I know that Frankie, and if it’s any consolation, he didn’t seem all that bad.” You answer.

“Not that bad?!” He almost shouts, and incredulous look on his face, “Y/N he’s a fucking gangster. He’s fucking danger-“

“FRANK!” You yell, the only way to cut off his tirade before it starts. “I know that, but last night he didn’t do anything bad,okay, and if he wanted to hurt me, he definitely would have done it by now. I’ll be fine Frank, I’ll just give him the tattoo and that will be it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta set everything up.” You say, moving back to your station, beginning to grab everything you need.

“Holy fuck kid, how are you not freaking the fuck out right now?” He whisper shouts, running one hand up and down his head.

“I’m not sure. I think…I think I trust him not to hurt me. It’s weird, but my gut’s telling me I’ll be fine.” You answer, starting to print some different sized stencils.

“Kid your brain is brok-” Frank starts to say but he’s cut off by his phone ringing. He pulls it from his pocket and says “Shit, it’s my kids’ school, I gotta take it.”

You wave him off, Frank answers the phone with a sigh.

He walks off to the back of the shop, leaving you to finish setting up your station. Frank talks for a minute and wander back towards you.

“My girl got into a fight at school, Maria’s busy at work so I’ve got to go get her,” he says, dragging his hands down his face, in a way only an exasperated father could.

“Oh my god is she ok?” You ask.

“She’s fine, but apparently she broke some little shitheads nose for picking on her friends,”

“Like father, like daughter then,” you respond with a laugh.

“Can the people I care about stop getting themselves in dangerous situations for like five goddamn seconds.” Frank says, throwing a pointed glare your way.

“Frankie, how many times, I’m gonna be fine alright, go get your kid and -I dunno- take her out for ice cream, tell her she did good.” You say, pushing him to the door.

“Only if you’re one hundred percent certain you’ll be fine.” He says, already pulling his jacket from the hook.

“I’m good I swear, now go!”

“Ok ok I’m going, stop pushing me” he says, leaving the shop and letting the door fall closed behind him, the bell ringing as it did.

Only a minute passed before your phone pinged with a text.

James:

Have you already forgotten about me that quickly doll?

Send me the address to the shop

Now… please

Fuck me. Why does just his text give me fucking butterflies. Ugh. How irritating.

You send him the address and his response is cheeky as shit.

James:

See you at 1 doll, you better be wearing something pretty for me.

Little shit.

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You had the music in the shop bumping, using it to help calm your pounding heart, adrenaline starting to get the best of you. Your favourite song came over the speakers so you turned it up and started to dance a little, knowing that you had at least 10 minutes before Barnes turned up. Unfortunately this action caused you to miss the ringing of the bell on the door.

Holy shit - ink and a show, today is going better than expected already.

Bucky slowly let the door close, trying not to disturb the dancing girl he couldn’t get out of his head. He lent against the wall, just watching and waiting…and staring.

Shaking out your hands to get rid of any nerves, you turn and nearly scream when you see Barnes stood at the door.

“Oh god, sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” you say, subtly looking him up and down and damn he looks good. Ever the powerful mobster, he wore a black suit, his black shirt had no tie and was unbuttoned at the top. His hair was slicked back from his face, opposite to how it was the night before. This was the other side of him, the business man - James Barnes: the face of multiple charities, the man that law enforcement could never seem to put behind bars. Last night you met the threat, the assassin, and you may be one of the first in his history to survive a meeting with the Soldier.

“No problem doll, I was enjoying the show,” he says, pushing off of the wall and stalking towards you.

Oh my god, “oh..ok, well I have everything set up and ready so if you’re ok to start I say let get going,” you respond, turning to the part of the shop where your station was, nerves flooding back, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.

“Damn girl, not even any small talk?” He asks, slowly following you to the table.

“Oh sorry, I would have asked how your day has been so far, but I didn’t want you to think I was prying into your business. I wouldn’t want you to think I was being disrespectful ab-”

“Ramblin’ again doll, thought I told you that you don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said softly, sounding genuine. “I know what people say about me, I understand why you would be nervous, but I just ask you to not believe everything you hear, ok doll? I’m not who they say I am.” His tone was gentle, almost tired but still pleading, hoping you believe him.

“So you’re not a mobster?” You ask, voice low and calm.

“Oh no I am,” he responds with a small laugh, “I am, and I do what gangsters do. But I am not the ruthless animal I’m made out to be, doll I’m just not. I do what needs to be done.”

His voice breaks slightly on the pet name. His tone is so sincere and tired. Oh my..he’s telling the truth. It actually affects him to hear that about himself.

“Ok,” you respond, siting on your stool next to your station and the table, looking up at him with no fear in your eyes, trusting his words.

“Ok? That’s your response?” He asks, moving around the table to sit on it directly in-front of you.

“Yeah. What did you want me to do Barnes, not believe you?” You ask, all fear gone from your voice.

“Of course not,” he says, confusion laced in his voice, his eyebrows furrowed, “but I wasn’t expecting you to believe me immediately, shit you were scared of me like a minute ago.”

“I know but I think I trust you? You haven’t done anything to me, y’know other than breaking into my apartment. I trust you when you say you’re not someone I should be afraid of.” You answer truthfully.

“…good.” He says, at a loss of what to say next.

“Good. So, Barnes, are we doing this or what?” You ask.

“Yeah let’s do it doll, and please, call me Bucky.” He responds, shrugging off his jacket, folding it and placing it on the head of the table. You had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the way his arms filled out his shirt, but damn it was hard. He sat silently waiting for you to talk.

“Ok..Bucky.. tell me about what size and what placement you want for this.” You say, “I printed some sizes out because I wasn’t sure what size you wanted, and I can reprint or adjust it based in what you want.”

“Oh you a real professional, huh? Not gonna lie to you doll, that serious voice is kinda getting me goin’” he says, smirk on his face, leaning back on his arms, lifting his hips and moving slightly on the table.

Fuck me, what is this man doing to me? He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s talking again.

“I want to get it on my forearm, the inside, and I think that size looks good,” he says, pointing to the 10x8 you printed.

“Ok that sounds good, which arm were you thinking?”

Silence. He stares down at you, an unreadable look on his face. You break eye contact and then freeze.

Shit. Shit. You dumbass. Which arm? Which fucking arm? Are you kidding? I can literally see his metal fucking hand. Oh dear god.

The silence between you goes on for entirely too long. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or wait for him to speak first. You weren’t sure if he would be offended, having a reminder of his injury.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just continues to stare down at you, that blank look on his face. Looking back up at him, you start to apologise but the words get caught in your throat. His eyes. He couldn’t control them the same way he did his face, tons of different emotions flowing through them, none lasting long enough for you to understand before another one took its place.

If only you knew what he was actually thinking. She asked which arm. She knows about my arm, everyone does, but she still asked. She forgot. The arm is all people see, a weapon, an instrument used to inflict nothing but pain. It’s all people see, but she forgot. That’s not what she sees. Maybe…maybe she just sees me.

He’s shuts his racing thoughts down, fully aware of how awkward the silence was becoming. “I’m thinking my right arm might be a little easier for you doll,” he says, an amused look crossing his face, his tongue poking his cheek.

You open your mouth to apologise for your mistake but he holds up his right hand and says, “and please, you don’t have to apologise like I know you’re going to, we’re all good darlin’.”.

He’s gotta stop with the pet names before I melt.

“Ok, uh, are you sure, because I honestly meant no disrespect or anything. I-,” you start, but Bucky cut you off quickly.

“Darlin’, what did I just say?” A stern tone coats his words and goddamn does it send a shiver down your spine. You internally roll your eyes and look away, back to your station, when you feel two warm fingers on your jaw, turning your head back to looks at him. Holy fuck. He places his thumb on the other side of your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leans in closer. His voice was low when he said, “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Y/N, what did I just say?”

Jesus fucking wept. Somehow his use of your name made your heart pound, and the fact that his hand was so warm and strong holding onto your face.

“You said we’re all good..” you answer trailing off at the end of your sentence. His eyes don’t move from yours for a second.

“And?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

Christ alive.

“I don’t have to apologise..” you say, eyes flicking between his and falling to his lips for a second and then back to his eyes.

“That’s right darlin’,” his eyes dropped to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his lip. “So stop, okay?” He says, lifting your chin to catch your eye.

“Yes sir.” It’s an automatic response but you can’t help but be a little proud of yourself when he lets out a small throaty growl at the name.

“Careful doll.” He responds, letting go and leaning back, “How about we get started before I do something you regret, hmm?”

Like I could regret you.

You turn back to your station to try and clear your head of all the dirty thoughts running wild. “Ok.. Bucky, if you could roll up your sleeve so I can wipe the area, I’ll place the stencil and you can check if it’s where you want it to be.” You say, not used to the name he said to call him by.

“Mhm,” he hums, releasing the cuff link on his right sleeve, his prosthetic catching the glare of the light above, the plates shining. He places the cuff link in the pocket of his jacket and begins rolling up his sleeve and folds it at his elbow.

You clean the area and place the stencil straight on his arm, and peel it off.

“There’s a mirror on the wall over there, you can check if it’s alright.” You say.

“Okie dokie doll,” he responded the furrowed his brows, like he was confused at why he said that, not very gangster of him.

I like him. He says okie dokie.

“Looks good there darlin’, and as much as I hate to say it, we gotta speed this up a little, I’m expecting a call at some point around 2:30 and I’d prefer you not have to hear it.” He says, coming back to the table, sitting down and swinging his legs up onto it.

You take his arm, putting it on the rest in a position easiest for tattooing while saying “Why’s that? Would you have to kill me if I overheard your call?” You ask, enough humor in your voice for him to know you’re joking.

“Probably, depends how much you hear.” He said, completely deadpan. He looks at you and you have the strangest feeling that he actually wouldn’t hurt you either way.

“Shit ok. Is that position comfortable for you?”

“I’m all good darlin’, let’s go,” he says, adjusting his position on the table slightly. His left arm rests across his stomach as he sits on the table, leaning against the backrest, his ankles crossed.

“Ok I’m gonna do a small line so you know how it feels,” you look at him and he nods. You draw a line about 2 centimetres long then stop, “how’s that?” You ask.

“Ain’t nothin’ doll, keep goin’.” He responds.

“Ok here we go.” You say, getting back to it.

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You’ve been tattooing for about 40 minutes, and there hasn’t been a word spoken between the both of you. His arm kept flexing whenever you moved away, and he kept clenching his jaw, like he was in pain but was refusing to admit it, even to himself.

“Are you ok? We can stop for five if you want a break? I’ve just finished the outline so I’ve got to change needles anyway.” You ask, disrupting the silence between you, moving the machine away from his arm so you can switch to a higher grouping for the blackwork.

“I’m fine Y/N, how much longer do you think it’ll take?” He asks, moving his head to look at the outline that you had completed.

“Oh it’s hard to say, but probably another 30 at least,” you respond, looking at him while he was admiring the tattoo so far.

God he’s pretty.

“Shit.” He says, rubbing his forehead with his other hand.

“Are you worried about your call?” You ask calmly.

“Not worried about the call itself… just having to do it here may cause some issues.” He responds, lowering his hand to his thigh.

“Because I’m here? I can go to a different room if you want?” You say, placing the machine back on your station, and turning to look at him fully.

“It’s ok doll, to be honest with you, nothing that needs to be said will make any sense to you anyway, and I mean that in the least offensive way possible.” He says, looking at you with apologetic face, tilting his head slightly. “But depending on the news I get, I wouldn’t want my reaction to… scare you.”

“Oh.. well I guess we’ll see when your call comes.” You answer, unsure of how to react to that.

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The sharp ringing of his phone interrupts the sounds of the machine. You move the machine away from him, turning it off so he could speak freely without noise.

“I really am sorry about this darlin’, but it’s important-”

“Answer it then, it’s fine Bucky.” You cut him off, concerned he was going to miss it if he kept talking.

He gave you another apologetic look, and then turned his back to you to get off the table and answer the call.

You sat in silence as he started to speak.

“Rogers, what did ya find?” His voice changes from how he speaks to you, deeper and more serious.

The person on the other line speaks for a moment before Bucky responds, “we already knew that, didn’t we? What new information did you find?”

Silence.

“Of course he is..,” there is anger in his tone now, “get someone to tell the asshole he can threaten what he likes, I’m not sitting down with him.”

A moment goes by and you think that may have been the end of it, until you see his shoulders tense and-

“FUCK NO!” He shouts, making you jump a little.

“No Rumlow Gets Nothing, I don’t give a shit what he’s doing… Then send the commissioner a goddam gift basket Steve, some portraits of his family would be nice, remind him why he pays us the fucking protection fee.” He seethes at the man down the phone.

This should not be turning me on, shit.

“For fucks sake… Walker is nothing Steve, just some fucking Nazi junkie with a rich daddy, trying to get his hands on my shit…get Nat to bring his ass in, I’ll deal with it Steve… I said I’d deal with it.”

His tone on the last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, what the fuck does ‘deal with it’ mean?

“Ah shit is he ok?” Bucky asks, tone soft now, caring even, “Damn, he’s gonna be out for blood now.. good for him.. give Clint the week off, find the guys and give the pricks to him, let him get out some of his pent up craziness out.”

Oh Clint sounds fun.

“Ok, alright I gotta go now man. Yeah I’m at the shop… nah it’s nothing..yeah ya did… ok fuck off now.. later man.”

He hangs up the phone, takes a death breath and pinches the place between his eyebrows, his other hand going to his hip. He stands like that before he turns back to you, with a small awkward smile. That was cute.

“Sorry about that doll, hope I didn’t upset ya,” he says, walking around the table and looking down at you.

“You didn’t. I gotta ask though, is your friend or whoever ok?” You ask, not bringing up the start of the call where the man in-front of you all but admitted to a multitude of crimes - blackmail, extortion, supplying drugs. He sounded different- genuine when he asked if the man was ok. It was sweet.

“Clint? Yeah no he’s fine, got jumped last night so he’s pissed about it, but he’s ok, worst thing he got were some nasty bruises and a broken finger.” Bucky responds, confusion on his face, wondering why you care.

“How did he break a finger?” you ask, moving backwards as he sits back on the table.

“Oh he didn’t go down without a fight, clocked one of them on his way out,” he says with a small chuckle.

“Ah, good for crazy Clint,” you say with a smile.

Bucky let’s out a sharp quick laugh, “that exactly what I thought doll,” he says, leaning back and putting his arm on the rest, “ready when you are.” He adds.

Ok right back to it. Got it boss.

“Ok, should only be about 10 more minutes.” You say.

“Alright doll.” He answers, leaning his head back on the rest, tilting his head so he could watch you.

Ten minutes later you were finished, putting your machine down for the final time.

“Okie dokie, I’m all done. Have a look in the mirror, see what ya think,” you say, hoping he liked it, not much you could do about it if he didn’t.

He moves over to the mirror, checking out his new ink, twisting his arm around to see it fully. He’s silent for a little while before he says, “fuck doll, you’re a damn artist.”

“Does that mean you like it?” You ask, failing to hide the hope in your voice.

“I love it. Couldn’t have asked for a better one for my first piece.” He says, walking forwards to stand in-front of you, letting you wrap the fresh tattoo, handing him a leaflet on aftercare as you talk.

“You’re shitting me,” you say, “was that seriously your first one?”

“Yeah, why are you so surprised darlin?” He responds, tilting his head.

“I don’t know, just sorta thought you’d have them all over.” You answer.

“All over, huh. You been thinking about me naked doll?” He says with a cheeky grin, talking half a step closer to you.

Shit.

“What, n-no of course not, why would I do that. I mean I’m sure you look good - uh fine.. naked but I don’t-” you cut yourself off before you embarrass yourself anymore.

“No, no ramble on Y/N please, I’m really enjoying watching you try to figure your way out of the grave you’re digging right now,” he says, chucking lightly.

“Shut up Bucky, leave me alone” you responds, looking down at your feet.

“Hey,” he grabs your chin, again, and add pressure until you’re looking up at his eyes, “don’t ever try and tell me what to do, darlin, I don’t tend to respond well to it. I won’t ‘shut up’ and I’ll never ‘leave you alone’… I like ya too much for that.” He says, sounding like a mix between a threat and a compliment.

“Uh.. okay.” You answer, not sure how to respond to his words.

He can tell that you don’t know what to say, so he mercifully breaks the silence. “I love the tattoo doll, it’s looks amazing. You’ve got a talent Y/N.” He drops his hand from your chin as he speaks.

“Thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” You answer sincerely.

“How much do I owe you sweetheart?” He asks, reaching into his jacket for his wallet.

That’s a new one.

“Uh, say $180?” You respond.

“$180? Damn you gotta charge more than that doll,” he says pulling some bills from his wallet.

He hands you the bills and says “now that’s for today and it should cover next time too, take half for now and half for then.”

You’re stunned by the fact that he’s already planning for next time but your jaw actually drops when you look at the bills.

They were hundreds.

“Woah I think you gave me the wrong bills,” you say, trying to push the bills back in his hands.

“No I didn’t, I know what I gave you. $180 for today, say $200 for next time and the rest is tip.” He answers smoothly, folding your hand back over the bills.

You look down to count and start shaking your head, “I can’t accept this, it’s way too much.”

“Consider it a thank you for dealing with the inconvenience of me having to do business in the middle of the appointment.” He says with a smile.

“Bucky this is 2000 dollars.”

“I know.” He puts up his hand again, stopping you from talking, “I’m not taking it back doll, just have it will ya?” He says, rolling his sleeve back down, doing the cuff back up with the cufflink and placing his jacket back on.

“Oh my god, you’re serious aren’t you?” You ask, unbelievable he wanted you to have over fifteen hundred dollars as tip.

“Yes I am.” He answers, straightening his jacket, “it also may be a small bribe.”

There it is.

“A bribe for what?” You ask, expecting his to ask you to keep quiet about his call.

“I want you to be my artist, anytime I want a tattoo, I want you doing it for me.” He says, smiling down at you with a hint of…something him his eye.

“Really?” You ask in shock, not expecting that from him.

“Yeah, like I said earlier, you got talent. I want more of you on me.” Bucky says smirking at the euphemism he made.

Fuck me running.

“Oh..shit.. yeah ok, that sounds..,” you swallow heavily, “sounds like a plan.” You smile up at him, trying to hide the way his words affected you.

He smiles back, stepping closer and closer until his chest is almost touching yours.

“Yes it’s does. You’re mine now doll,” he says, a dark look in his eye. You swallow hard again and your breath stutters at his words, eyes going straight to the floor. He notices your reaction and smirks, “my artist, I mean.” He continued.

“Although, judging by your little reaction there, I’d bet you be ok with that, wouldn’t you doll?” He says, his tone slightly mocking.

You say nothing.

He hums, then places his right hand on your cheek and tilts your head so you’re looking him in the eye again.

“Would you?” He asks softly.

“Maybe,” you whisper, a cocky smile breaking out on his face.

“Maybe, huh? ‘Mkay, guess I’ll just have to convince you then doll.” He says back, leaning closer, eyes going to your lips before he looks back up, giving you a chance to get out of the situation.

“Guess so.” You respond, some confidence back in your voice.

He hums again, and then he’s kissing you. His kiss is forceful but somehow still gentle, like he’s holding back as much as he can.

Fucking finally you can’t help but think as you move your hand to his wrist, the other one going to his left bicep, the feel of the solid metal under your hand was new, but not unwelcome.

His metal hand moves, wrapping around your back and pulling you against him, deepening the kiss when you gasp.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss when you run out of air. He leans back, the pressure on your back relieving a bit.

“Damn doll, what the fuck are you doing to me?” He asks, biting his bottom lip.

“Something good, hopefully.” You respond cheekily.

He groans, leaning his head back. “Yeah hopefully darlin’. I hate to say it sweetheart but I gotta get going.” He says, releasing his hold on you. He moves towards the door and for a second you think he going to leave without another word, until he turns back and says “I’ll talk to you later doll, keep your phone on or I’ll drop by.” He finished his sentence with a wink, and then he’s gone, the bell on the door ringing behind him.

Fuucckk. Maybe I’ll break my phone so he has to come by. Who knew the fucking Winter Soldier was actually a gorgeous softie under it all.

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A/N: Ta da! Finally complete!! Love everyone of you that read this, mwah 😘

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moonstruckme · 8 days

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I recently found ur page and omfg I spent hours yesterday reading all ur work!!!! What a lil fic of Sirius and reader but like pre relationship where she's in the hospital (u can pick reason) and she refuses to see anyone and just asks for Sirius

Thanks for requesting my love!

cw: hospital, mention of stitches

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

Sirius feels awkward and stiff as he pulls back the curtain, though for all he knows you’re too hopped up on pain meds to even know it’s him. Really, that’s the only reasonable explanation for the directions the nurse had just delivered: “She said she’ll only see Sirius right now.”

He has no clue why you’d ask for him. He’s probably the least comforting of your roommates, and as soon as he catches sight of you, knees tented in front of your chest and hands clasped around your ankles, his worry for your choice deepens.

Someone’s tried to clean you up, but they’ve done a shit job of it. There’s still blood crusted on your chin, and your face is blotchy, your cheeks smeared with dark gray like you’d wiped across them with your hands only to spread your makeup off to the sides. James had said you’d cried the whole car ride to A&E, but Sirius still wasn’t prepared to see you like this. His chest feels hollow and achy.

“Hey,” you say, voice scratchy. If hearts have strings, you’re playing his like a fiddle.

“Hey, doll.” He goes for a smile as he sits on the edge of your little cot, managing to sound halfway normal. “Come here often?”

You start to grin, then stop like it hurts. Sirius stops, too.

“Yeah, you know,” you say, “now and then.”

“Don’t see why.” He makes a show of looking about him, at the papery blue curtain and beige-ish linoleum floors. “Place is sorta depressing.”

You roll your eyes, and Sirius’ heart lightens to see you in a better humor. “Yeah, I think I’ve judged my hangout poorly. I’m dying to get out of here.”

He’ll bet. You’ve been here hours longer than him. James had been the only one home with you when you’d tripped on the stairs and bitten through your lip, and Sirius and Remus had only found out when they’d gotten home and seen the note James left, his already scribbly handwriting worsened by haste and panic. By the time they’d arrived they’d missed most of the action (Sirius was secretly thankful for that) and James had filled them in before the nurse had come out to inform them that you’d gotten three stitches in your lip and summoned Sirius back.

“I can understand that.” He gives you his best approximation of James’ easygoing grin. “You ready to go home then, gorgeous?”

The shift is slight, but Sirius sees your bravado fade, a shyness entering your expression. “That’s actually why I wanted to see you,” you say.

“Yeah?” He doesn’t bother to hide his curiosity. “Why’s that?”

“Because I know you’ll be honest with me.”

He feels his eyebrows go up. “About what, doll?”

You shrink a bit, knees drawing closer to your chest. Your voice is small when you ask, “Is it awful? I mean, do I look awful?”

Ah. Sirius can see why you’d want him for this, but you’re wrong in your assumption. He’d absolutely lie to you if he needed to, just like Remus or James would in his place. But you’ve asked for him, so Sirius tries to do right by you.

“You could never look awful, dollface. Be sensible.” He squints his eyes teasingly, reaching for your ankle and giving it a reprimanding little shake. “It’s just a couple of stitches, you haven’t been warped unrecognizable.”

You frown, and it’s even more upsetting than usual. Your eyes look heart-breakingly insecure. “Are you sure?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” Sirius scoffs like you’re unbelievable. “You said it yourself, babe, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He definitely would, but there’ll never be an occasion for that. He can’t imagine you genuinely looking bad. “I can clean you up a bit, though, if you’d like.”

You blink. “Um, yeah. If you think it would help.”

“Brilliant. Sit tight.” Sirius gets up and starts going through drawers, sifting through medical supplies for something he can use.

“Fairly sure you’re not supposed to do that.” You sound like you’re trying not to smile.

“Fairly certain my taxes pay for this place, and they’ve left my best-looking roommate with a dirty face.” He finds a box of mini-wipes, turning back to you. “Don’t tell James I’ve said that.”

“Oh, I’m definitely tattling on you,” you tease, and Sirius is caught between feeling triumphant and worried that you look very near to grinning. He has no clue how easy it is to tear your stitches.

“What, you want us to match? That’s cruel, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes. “He won’t punch you.”

Sirius huffs a laugh, holding you still with a hand on your jaw as he wipes gently at your chin. “You haven’t known him as long as I have.”

Your brows flick up as you meet his eyes, disbelieving. “Our James? You really think our James would hit you for saying he’s not the best looking roommate?”

“Well, not if you’re in front of me,” he muses. He throws out the first wipe, ripping open another. “He already feels bad for you, so maybe that can work in my favor. If you are going to tell him, lean on me as we walk out, okay, doll? Give me a fighting chance.”

The corner of your lips twist as you close your eyes and Sirius wipes sideways across your cheek. “Yeah, fair enough. I’ll do my best for you.”

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needlereads · 26 days

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Makes You Unsteady

Bucky Barnes x agent!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader; anxious Bucky; soft Bucky; not canon compliant at all

A/N: oh boy, first time posting a Bucky Barnes ff. I've been scribbling these little interactions of Bucky loving a SHIELD agent, and finally decided dammit I'm going to post them.

He paused at the end of the hall. This was stupid. You were asleep by this time. What had he planned on doing, knocking on your door and disturbing you? You probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

Before James could turn back towards the elevator, he heard a click and the motion sensing hall light around the corner came on. Peering past the corner, he was surprised to see the very woman who had been occupying his mind, very much not asleep as he had presumed. You leaned against your doorframe, loitering for a bit.

What were you doing up?

You finally turned, your steps would take you further from him. He knew Darren’s room was a couple of doors down from you.

Your name escaped his lips before he could think properly about the consequences. You turned, squinted at him with tired eyes.

“James?”

“Where you headed?” He strode towards you, as if it was normal to be making rounds in these private quarters.

You rubbed your eyes. As he drew closer he could tell you were growing more alert, though still adorably dazed from a lack of sleep.

“Oh, just over to Darren’s.” Your best friend was always the default destination when you didn’t want to be alone.

“Is something the matter?” He didn’t usually try to pry. But he couldn’t just stand still and let you walk away, couldn’t bear to watch you seek comfort in someone else when he was physically in your reach and ready to give comfort himself. Maybe he was tired out of his mind too, to disregard his usual inhibitions, let alone the chance of you asking him why he was wandering the building barely an hour after getting back from a mission.

“You just got back. You’re early.” Your eyes climbed down his body and up again. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not.” Was it selfish that his heart glowed warmly to see you so concerned over his well-being? “Is something the matter? How come you’re up?” he asked gently again. Locks of bed-swept hair framed you face. His fingers twitched with the instinct to sweep them back and trace down you braid.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could sit with you.” God what was he saying? “If you want, that is.”

“Yeah.”

James held his breath as you replied.

“I’d like that,” you said.

In your room, you both settled on your two seater sofa.

“Has it been like this for a while? Not being able to fall asleep?”

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I had a nightmare,” said, almost amused. “I don’t usually dream vividly, but tonight…”

He waited, hoping he wasn’t invading your privacy.

“It was the plane crash. The one my parents were in.” You had not been there for it, but your mind conjured images for you anyway. “As if I had been there too, like I had made my mom give up the window seat and then snuggled up to her side. I…was such a baby with her.” A breathy laugh left you. “Can’t even have the decency to be traumatized by something I actually went through. Like the burning building, or the explosion at the compound.” You didn’t catch his frown.

James swung his legs up, sitting criss-cross to face you. “Can I share something?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes in my sleep I feel like I’m falling and I can’t stop. It creeps me out and I can’t wait to wake up and stop falling.”

“The train,” you whispered.

He nodded. “But worse than that, worse than the nightmares about shooting on command, or the war battles that I don’t remember…I dream about my mom and sisters being killed. My mind convincing me that Hydra found them and shot each of them in the street, or that they drowned, or that they just…stopped breathing in their sleep.” He shook his head. “None of those things happened but I wake up and I want to throw up. I want to go back in time and hunt every Hydra piece of shit and kill them a hundred times over. I want…”

You stopped him with a hand over his metal one. “Don’t. Please.”

He was about to say he wanted to not wake up from his sleep either, and he could tell you had somehow heard those thoughts. He was pathetic, to break in front of you. He had no right to manifest such darkness in front of you. But your pleading eyes left him more breathless than the shame.

“Please?”

Anything, he would do anything you asked.

-*-*-*-*

He woke alone in your bed. Lifting his head towards the door separating your bedroom from the living room, covered with a navy blue patterned cloth. He made out your voice and footsteps on the other side. He really couldn’t be blamed for being able to hear you talking on your cellphone, especially when his name was brought up.

“- totally forgot to text you and then James and I both fell asleep. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad?”

A tinny laugh reached his ears. If he strained a bit he could hear the person on the other end of the phone. Probably Darren.

“I’m not. Just glad you didn’t try to ride it out alone. I was wondering when Barnes would finally make his move.”

You sighed, glancing at the door to your bedroom and stepping away, lowering your voice just short of a whisper. “He wasn’t – there was no move.”

Your friend uttered your name, exasperated. This wasn’t the first time he teased you about being in denial of love knocking on your doorstep.

“Hon, you deserve to love and be loved.”

“It’s not that.” You hesitated.

“Then what?”

You tugged at your hair. “Just…for someone who’s had so much taken from him, and who’s given up so much. I can’t…can’t ask that of him. I can’t be another burden for him.”

Darren was not happy with you. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. First of all, that’s not what you are. Second of all, it’s his choice to want you. Just like it’s yours to want him. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I’m not denying it,” you said firmly. “But that’s all. Just a want. I…I can’t.”

You heard your name and whipped around to find James standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your breaths measured.

“Darren, I’ll see you later.” You ended the call.

James felt each pulse of his blood in his veins as he tried processing what he’d heard. He knew his hearing couldn’t be mistaken. The way you looked at him, with a quiet honesty, urged hope to bloom inside his chest.

“James.” You paused, and he swore the world slowed on its axis. “I…”

“You want me?”

You felt helpless under his full attention. His eyes searched you, so vulnerable and earnest. You refused to lie to him.

“Yes.”

Despite what you said to Darren, now, oh, your single word of confirmation sounded so clear and sweet to him.

“You think you’re a burden to me?”

He had quietly closed the distance between you.

You lowered you gaze. “I’m trying not to become that to you.”

He dared to touch his finger to you chin, encouraging you to look at him.

“Let’s agree right now, that you won’t refer to yourself like that again.” His palm curved around your cheek. He wanted to touch every inch of you.

He held you through the night. Not sleeping, and not tired; just relishing in the contact of your skin on his, your warmth bleeding into his.

-*-*-*

#bucky barnes x reader #x reader #winter soldier #bucky barnes

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theemporium · 9 months

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OMG reader has dyed streak in her hair and it’s like silver and sirius or james things it’s so cool and want a matching one so reader dyes them a matching one in their hair !!!!

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“Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.”

“Like, one hundred percent?”

“A million, actually.”

“James,” you said with a pointed look. You stood behind him in one of his manor’s many bathrooms, a stool placed in front of the sink and a variety of products sprawled over the counter. You had plastic gloves on, a small bowl of already mixed bleach in hand that was starting to burn the inside of your nose. “This is serious.”

He tried to suppress his grin, but it was difficult to do so. “Baby, I trust you,” he said, his words laced with sincerity, even if your theatrics were amusing him. It did warm his heart how concerned you were. “You did it to yourself, you can do it to me.”

Your eyes briefly glanced up at your own reflection, the dyed strip standing out from the rest of your hair. It had been an impulsive decision, and one that thankfully played off. You had been far more obsessed with it than you thought you would be.

And it turned out, your boyfriend was too. So much so that he wanted a matching one of his own.

“What if the bleach ruins your curls?” you muttered, your gaze now focused on the head of thick, brown curls your boyfriend was practically known for.

“Then I’ll shave my head,” James joked.

You glared at him through the mirror.

“Geez, tough crowd,” he commented before turning on the stool so he was actually facing you. His hands gripped your thighs, giving them a comforting squeeze as he smiled up at you. “Princess, it’s gonna be fine. It’s just one strand of hair.”

“I don’t wanna mess it up and you blame me for looking shit,” you admitted.

James snorted. “You could drop that whole bowl on my head and I wouldn’t blame you. Let’s be serious here, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but he could see the smile twitching at your lips. “You really wanna match?”

“Hell yeah I fucking do,” James puffed his chest out. “I wanna match with my girl.”

You laughed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” James’ hands wrapped around your thighs, tugging you between his legs as his chin pressed against your stomach. “We can even dye them different colours, and match every week with a new look.”

“You’ve thought this through,” you teased as you ran your free hand through his curls.

“A lot of my thoughts are about you, princess.”

Your cheeks flushed in response as you cleared your throat, pretending to ignore the massive grin on his face. “Alright, turn around, Potter. Let’s do this.”

“Finally!”

“Your mum won’t kill me for this, right?”

“Please,” James scoffed. “She loves you. It will be me she will kill.”

“Reassuring, James.”

“Always, baby.”

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thebestofoneshots · 5 months

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.1 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: Turns out healing takes time This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 22: Long Long way from home

You woke up when you heard the sound of the door creaking open, James and Peter walking inside with a sigh. You nuzzled your head deeper on Sirius. But of course, there was no way you’d escape the boys teasing.

“You were supposed to take care not advantage of her!” Peter said, faking a reproachful tone.

“Yeah Pads, look at you snuggling her, poor thing, she must be so uncomfortable!” added James with a small smile.

“I’m probably the one who’s taking advantage of my situation,” you mumbled, Sirius gave you a bit of an impressed look, but neither of you pulled away from the other. “How’s Rem?”

“Better,” Peter said as he plopped down on his bed “Pomfrey managed to accommodate all of his bones, he had some Skellegro and a bunch of painkillers, but he was pretty upset.”

“He kept asking if you were okay,” James said, “We told him you were with Sirius, but he said he saw you, or, at least that he saw the vixen…”

“He did see Vixen,” Sirius responded, “that’s how I brought her into the castle.”

“We had to get some dittany to put on my wound since it wouldn’t stop bleeding so we used her as an excuse, a hurt fox is not as attention-grabbing as a bleeding student.”

“In the infirmary, she wiggled out of my arms and peaked through the curtains, that’s probably where he saw her.”

“Yeah, he did see me,” you acknowledged, and yawned. “Pomfrey was still working with his bones, he looked like he was in a lot of pain, I feel terrible,” you admitted, digging your head into Sirius’ chest, he moved his hand to your hair in response, soothingly running his fingers on your scalp.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sirus said about at the same time James did, Peter said the same thing, but started about a second later, causing a funny chorus of reassuring voices.

“In fact, what you did was insanely brave,” James added, “most people would’ve straight out attacked the wolf, I’m sure you know spells that would’ve done great damage to Moony.”

“And you used Stupify, and the Whomping Willow, to deter him instead,” Peter said, that same expression he had used when he talked about your broom tricks.

“We found your wands too,” James said, walking closer to you and letting your wand on the side table, “Remus’ was easier to find, exactly where you had left it, yours wasn’t so much. Peter had to use a locating spell.”

The boy nodded and then turned to you again, “How are you feeling, by the way?” Peter asked.

“Like shit,” you joked. “But I’m better, the shoulder wound hurts like a bitch, and I’m a little sore but I do feel a lot better than last night.”

Peter, who had spent the last bit of the night next to you, looking at the way bIood dripped from your wound and how you shivered due to the cold water, really was thankful to see you better, all warm and cosy next to Sirius, he smiled. Last night you looked worried and terrified and like you had run for your life, which you really had. Today you finally looked relaxed, the frown, even visible in Vixen, was gone, “That’s good to hear,” he said honestly.

You were about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” asked James.

“Lily, open up Potter!” She said.

The boy went pale, trying to think of excuses to give her. “She knows, she helped patch her up,” Sirius told him. James nodded with a sigh and walked to the door, opening it to let the redhead walk inside.

She had a lot more ingredients on her hands this time around, a bag hung across her shoulder and a small vial with a potion held in between her hands, “I’ve brought a couple of potions, Kless sent one too, when I told him you’d had a bit of a rough night trying to get the flower. I didn’t say anything in specific but he said this would help with any bruises or swelling from falling or muscle exertion.”

“Lemme help,” James said, taking in some of the ingredients Lily had on her hands, and also took the bag from her shoulder, quickly sitting it on the desk.

“Brought you clothes too,” she added, “And I told McGonagall you were feeling really bad because of your period, she gave me a note for the rest of the teachers today. I also went back to the infirmary and swiped some bandages, so we can put on your arm and before a long sleeve.”

“What about her face?” Peter asked, he had seen the bruises, there was no way you could mask those, especially since they all formed the shape of a hand.

“If the potions don’t fade them away before tomorrow, makeup,” Lily replied.

“Yeah, I was thinking of that too, and I’ll just say I accidentally bumped into an owl or something while flying.”

“Oooh, clever,” James said, you shot him a wink. Sirius wrapped the blanket around you and helped you incorporate while Lily walked closer with the potions.

“This one’s for the pain,” she said handing you a small vial, “drink half of it, the next half when it comes back.” You nodded and did as told “This is the one Kless sent,” she said handing a bottle with a dropper “He said 5 drops every hour are great for swelling and soreness… and I want to wash you up before putting on the bandages, so we should probably go back to our room soon,” she turned to the boys “James would you mind passing me the bag please?”

The boy instantly did as told “I found this plaid shirt in your trunk, you can put it on top and maybe with the invisibility cloak or… you could also turn back into a fox I suppose…”

“Into Vixen,” Peter said.

“What? I don’t care about the technical terms–” Lily asked, a little confused.

“–No. I mean the fox, her name’s Vixen now.”

You raised an eyebrow “Is it?” you asked, turning to him.

“Yeah,” James said with a nod, “you needed a name for your animagus, Vixen fits, both the fox and you, it was perfect.”

You raised an eyebrow “Should I be offended by that?” you questioned, looking at Lily who shrugged.

“It does kinda fit,” she said. “I mean you’re stubborn but alluring, and charming–“

“–Clever and cunning, too.” Peter added, “We were discussing it all through Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“Well… I like it,” Sirius said, leaning in closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to move the bed too much since the potions were still there “My little Vixen,” he whispered in your ear. You pouted in response.

“But… Vixen?”

“You’ll come around,” Peter said with a shrug, “It’s always like that with the nicknames, trust me.”

“It’d be easier to travel to our room as a fox, wouldn’t it?” You asked.

“If turning does not make you uncomfortable, yeah…” Lily replied.

You shook your head “I missed it actually, It’d been a while since I turned into… Vixen.”

“Is that why you kept asking about the forest?” Sirius asked.

You nodded “Way before the Moonflower? Yeah,” you responded and leaned your head back onto Sirius’ shoulder, he was still hugging you, and even though it was a little painful where Barty had dug his fingers to hold you while you fought off him, Sirius’ embrace was soothing, and comforting. Sirius was soothing and comforting, and you felt bad again, knowing that Remus was completely alone at the infirmary. You turned to him “You should go see Remus.”

He frowned “But Lily still has Care of Magical Creatures, she’ll leave you alone in your room–”

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, reassuringly. “You should go see him, he’s your best friend. Heck, I want to go too but I’m aware I can’t.”

“And I’ll stay with her,” Lily added with a sure nod.

“You’ll ditch your class?” Asked James, incredulous.

“It wouldn’t be the first time, besides, I will be taking care of a Magical Creature anyway,” she said pointing at you. You gasped, and Peter snickered at her joke, “Let’s go before more people come up to the common room,” she told you.

You nodded and motioned to get up, but Sirius squeezed you just a little tighter and leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the cheek “You sure you’re okay with this, Starshine?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded, Remus was probably feeling a lot worse than you were anyway, heck, he had needed urgent medical attention and Skellegro because of you, he definitely deserved to see his friends a lot more than you did, and you knew how close he was to Sirius. “Stay with him for a while, make him laugh like you do all the time. Tell him I’m fine. That I’m not hurt. Tell him we’ll be alright,” you added in the end “Tell him I’ll go visit as soon as I don’t look like a zombie… Wait, no! Don’t say that, he’ll probably worry.”

Sirius chuckled lightly, “He would.”

“All right then, I’ll see you around I guess,” you said, before you shrunk back into Vixen. Once you had, you realised just how much better you felt already, the drastic change from the way you felt the previous night and in that moment almost shocking.

Lily approached you tentatively, as if she was scared you’d run off if she got too close. “It’s alright,” Sirius said, “just grab her like you would a cat, she’ll let you.”

Lily did as told, approaching you and gently pulling you up to her. She was so impossibly gentle that you wondered if you had been picked up by an angel instead. But then again, Lily really was like an angel. “James, do you mind crossing the bag over my shoulder?”

The boy, who had been dumbly staring at the girl, nodded, carefully slinging the bag over the redhead’s shoulder.

Then you saw a flash and turned your face towards it. Lily seemed a little bothered too, “Sorry, you combine with each other,” Sirius said, holding Remus’ polaroid between his hands. “Smile girls!” he added, before taking another picture.

Lily shook her head in disapproval “Stop annoying your girlfriend and go visit your friend instead,” she reprimanded.

“I just wanted a picture of her,” Sirius said with a pout.

“To wank off to?” Peter teased.

Lilly gasped while Sirius intervened “She’s literally a fox right now you plonker!”

“All right, we’re out.” Lily said before picking a couple of vials and placing them on the bag, “before these dumbasses start discussing the implications of being furries or something.”

James gasped, you flicked your tail and stared at Sirius, he knew what you meant, “I’ll go check on him in a minute Starshine, I’ll just change before I do.” You nodded and rested your head on Lily’s arms.

She finally took off towards your shared room. Mary and Marlene weren’t there, and she walked straight to the bathroom, gently laying you on top of the bathroom seat before turning on the tap and tempering the water. She added some of the potions she had in the bag to the water and then turned to you, you had already turned back.

“You think you can wash by yourself?” she asked.

You nodded “Thanks Lily,” you said again, she just smiled.

“If you need any help, just ask,” she told you, holding onto your hands, and helping you stand, even if you could’ve done it by yourself. “I’ll prepare some more of the dittany and silver essence paste. Make sure to be extra careful in that section, all right?”

You nodded “Yes doc,” you joked, for what she smacked you playfully.

“Go on then, you should probably lay back down for a while shortly after we’re done patching you up, especially since you can’t miss your classes tomorrow.”

You nodded and started taking off the pants Sirius had borrowed, Lily leaving the bathroom shortly after making sure you’d be able to finish stripping by yourself. You finished peeling off the rest of your clothes and slowly let yourself fall on the tub, the warmth quickly soothing your skin and muscles. Whatever Lily had put in there was definitely doing its magic, in the most literal sense. You allowed yourself to be completely engulfed by the water, holding your breath there for about a minute before bursting out again. Definitely better, you thought as you breathed in again.

You stayed there for a while, carefully rubbing your arms and legs, with the soapy water. You sighed when you spotted some of the bruises in your stomach. Pressing your finger on one of them only to wince. Even if they had only locked you up in an abandoned and haunted house, you would’ve been pissed, but what they did to you required revenge. You had held yourself back long enough, being patient and letting them taunt, ignoring them, hoping they’d get bored, for the sake of your friends, for Lily who’d made you promise not to mess with them. But not anymore, if being patient got you almost kiIIed, you’d retaliate. And boy, they would regret ever messing with you.

You weren’t sure how you’d do it, but you knew you’d make them regret it. You took a deep breath, trying to relax again, before finally standing up and wrapping yourself up in a towel, slowly patting yourself dry, but completely avoiding the open wound. Finally, you went to the mirror to wash your teeth, and you finally understood why everyone had been so worried about you. You imagined you looked beaten up, but the way Sirius had described you was probably the most accurate: “You look like you’re about to break apart.”

You stared at your broken reflection for a minute, the remnants of the previous night evidently imprinted all over your body. Even if you had managed to snatch sleep while you were with Sirius earlier, deep and rather sunken under-eye circles painted deep shadows beneath your eyes. Your usually soft lips were dry and chapped, and the section that had parted was already starting to heal, turning into a deep shade of brown. It still hurt when you stretched them.

You tilted your head backwards, moving the wet hair that clung to your neck back and traced your hand over the bruises left by Evan's thoughtless grasp. Each purple spot an echo of his strong fingers holding you still while stupid Barty mocked. Your jaw clenched, the memory alone was enough to rekindle the smouldering rage deep within you. Weak, a nagging little voice in your brain whispered, taunting you with cruel words, you were weak.

Your breath became ragged as your eyes welled up with angry tears. You contemplated punching the mirror, having it break beneath your fingers, as you shouted your rage off existence. But the mirror wasn’t at fault for the situation you had ended up in, neither had your would-be hurt hand. And whether it was due to cleverness or cowardice, you didn’t dare to do it. Especially since you knew the breaking glass would make too much noise and it would only worry Lily further, instead you gripped the sides of the sink until your knuckles turned white and you managed to calm down, taking deep breaths until your fury finally subdued.

You went through the potions on the counter, trying to see if the “radiant complexion” one you had made with the girls was still there, and thankfully it was. You smiled drily as you opened it and served some over the spoon you sometimes used to curl your lashes, taking it in one go, and wincing at the slightly bitter taste. You looked in the mirror again, the bruises were still there, but they had been significantly reduced in vibrance, if you also drank all the potions Lily had brought, they might be gone by tomorrow, the part in your lip was still there, but you weren’t hoping for it to disappear that fast either.

Your eyebags were almost completely gone, and with the magic of the bath still working all over your body you almost looked as new, the potion Lily had given you earlier effectively taking away almost all of the pain. A little bit more rest and potions and you were sure to look brand new by the next day. Well, almost, the claw marks wouldn’t heal nearly that fast, even with magical care, they were sure to stay for a while. No, it’ll stay forever, you remembered: Any bite or scratch obtained from a werewolf, whether in human or animal form, would leave a permanent scar.

You stared at the claw marks on your arm, the deep gush finally turning a darker shade of red, the dittany and silver were helping it heal, so much so you could almost see the way your skin was slowly fighting to restore itself. You sighed, laughing a little as you shook your head. “It’s certainly going to be an interesting scar.”

After looking at it for just a little longer, you finished drying yourself up and put on the plaid pyjama pants Lily had left for you on top of the toilet seat. You struggled to put on a black tank top and wrapped the towel around your head.

When you walked outside, Lily was waiting for you sitting on your bed, a tray with a bunch of potions, the dittany and silver paste, and a couple of bandages placed right next to her. She smiled when she saw you walk out “You look much better.”

You smiled “I’ve got the best doc.”

Lily shook her head with a smile as she motioned for you to sit beside her, having you sit on the bed and inspecting your wound. “It really does look a lot better,” she said, sounding pleased “I’m going to put ointment again, and bandage it so you can sleep peacefully, all right?”

You nodded, and she started applying the thick creamy mixture. It was a light green and shiny metallic, you had been in so much pain earlier that you hadn’t even noticed the pretty colour it actually was, a little like Lily’s eyes.

She was just as kind and careful when she applied it as she’d been when she did it the first time around. And when she was done, she carefully wrapped your arm with the bandage.

“Thanks, Lily,” you said, for like the fifth time that day, but you didn’t know what else to say. How do you express how much gratitude you felt towards her if not by saying it over and over and over again?

“You’re welcome luv,” she said with a smile “It really is nothing, now, this is the medicine that you’re going to–“

“–I’m a quarter fairy,” you said all of a sudden.

“What?” she asked, a little confused.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m a quarter fairy, from my mother’s side.”

“And you’re telling me be–“

“–cause I trust you. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone like you as a friend, you’re incredible and I… I wanted to be honest with you...”

She quickly understood what you were saying, feeling both compelled and admired by the amount of trust you had given her, which is why she too said something she never expected to say out loud “–I think I’m in love with James Potter.”

And that, ladies gentlemen, felt like a cold bucket of water thrown right at your face with absolutely no warning. You were certainly not expecting that, or maybe you were, but it was shocking just the same, suddenly you smiled, so wide, and so happy, you completely ignored the stinging pain from your lip injury opening up again, “Lily that’s amazing!”

She let a rather choked laugh out, “Never thought I’d say that out loud.”

You shrugged, wincing at the sharp pain from your shoulder wound, but ignoring it either way. “Well that’s how you start, I’m sure you and James will make a wonderful couple.”

“God no! That’s too fast.”

“Why waste time? Trust me, I regretted not snogging Sirius sooner!”

“Ugh shut up!” she said, smiling just as wide as you. “Now it’s time to take your medicine.”

You gasped, still smiling “Lily Evans, don’t you dare change the subject!”

She raised her hands in rendition “I’m not!” she responded, “It’s time, look at the clock.”

Lily was still laughing, the two of you were, your arms falling up and down, as you shook your head and looked at your friend, finally deciding to let her off the hook and grabbing onto the potions, taking one at a time.

“Don’t you dare tell Potter!” She said then, an accusing finger at your face.

“As if he needed encouragement to go after you,” you responded before taking a long sip at one of the potions and wincing at the burning sensation, “but trust me, you’ll wish you had done it sooner,” you said with a wink before grabbing the bottle with the dropper and pouring five drops down your throat.

“Here, take three sips of this one too,” she said handing you another bottle, “this one’s specifically for bruises, it takes a bit to work but it’s really effective, some people use them for hickeys.” You raised your eyebrows at her, but she gave you a warning look that you replied with an innocent shrug.

Eventually, and after a couple more vials, she dropped a small round oval-shaped candy-looking thing on your hand, “What does this one do?” you asked curiously.

“It’s a lemon sherbet,” she said as if it were obvious.

You looked at the candy and then back at her, a confused look on your face as you bit your lip ever so slightly “Does it like… help with the pain or soreness or…”

Lily gave you a confused frown “No? It just helps with the flavour.”

You looked at the little yellow ball one last time and plopped in your mouth, “Oh… it’s candy!” you said with a smile as a tangy, zesty lemon flavour exploded inside your mouth, both sweet and sour at the same time “It’s good.”

The redhead gave you a shocked look “You’re telling me you’d never tried a Lemon Sherbet?”

You shook your head “They’re not a thing back home,” you replied as you relished on the lemony taste of the candy.

“And here I thought you’d already gotten the entire English experience,” she said, you shrugged in response, holding your breath and lowering your shoulders a lot slower now, clenching your jaw as you let pain subdue. Lily gave you a sympathetic look “You better rest for a bit.” You tilted your head, a reproachful frown forming on your features. “None of that,” she said, shutting you down with a dismissive hand gesture “No puppy eye looks, time to sleep, doctor’s orders.”

“Fine then,” you said, slowly laying down on the bed, kicking your legs a little to dig them under the soft blanket, ignoring how sore they were, you weren’t sure you had ever run as much as last in your entire life “I’ll rest.”

Lily smiled, “I’ll shut the curtains before the girls arrive,” she said before going back to sit on her bed and picking up a book from her night table. You smiled and turned back to your ceiling, looking at it for a couple of minutes until you slowly drifted asleep.

November 24th, 1976

When you woke up again, it was due to hunger. No, not hunger, starvation. You looked at the clock, it was around 5 a.m. You had charms in 2 hours, you looked around, everyone was sleeping soundly on their beds, so you decided to quietly sneak towards the bathroom.

You stared at your reflection again, the potions had worked gracefully, Even if you were still sore, and your arm still ached, the bruises were almost completely gone, your lips looked plump again, even if they were still parted. You grabbed the same potion from yesterday and took another spoonful, the bruises finally disappeared. You looked brand new, even if you didn’t quite feel like it. You took some more of Lily’s painkiller potions and grabbed some cosmetics to make your eyebags less visible.

You looked at yourself again, “Good as new,” you muttered, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the bathroom, hearing your stomach rumble again. Everyone was still asleep, so you changed into your uniform, grabbing a couple of chocolate bars and stuffing them in your pockets, you’d take them to Remus when you had the chance.

You walked closer to Lily’s bed, and gently shook her awake. “I’m going to get myself something to eat from the kitchens, see you later at the Great Hall.”

Lily turned to you a little sleepy “I’ll come with…” she said, attempting to get up, but you stopped her.

“No, it’s your turn to rest. I’ll be alright, I feel a lot better.”

“Your bandages…”

“They’re good,” you reassured “We can change them after charms or during lunch.”

“You sure luv?”

You nodded with a smile “Yeah, totally, but I really need to eat,” you told her with a smile.

As you walked out you spotted Prongs sitting in the common room “You look a lot better,” he said as he motioned at you with a nod of his head “How you feeling.”

“Lils would be an incredible doctor,” you said as you turned around.

“She’s perfect,” James said with a sigh, you smiled but rolled your eyes either way. “Why are you awake?”

“Starving, you?”

“I woke up for a fly and then remembered both you and Sirius are knackered.”

“You could go by yourself,” you said with a shrug.”

“Yeah, I was going to… but then I remembered we planned to go see Remus before class, I’m waiting for the boys.”

You nodded, and sat down beside him, taking one of the chocolate bars from your pockets and unwrapping the chocolate.

James raised one of his eyebrows “What are you doing? Weren’t you starving?”

You took a bite from the chocolate “Oh I am, but I’m tagging along with you guys instead, I haven’t seen Rem since that night.”

“You sure you’re not too hungry?” he asked as he watched you devour the chocolate and vanish the wrapping with the swish of your wand.

“Yeah, totally,” you replied as you pulled another bar from your uniform. James raised one of his eyebrows but didn’t say anything else. Meanwhile, you were already imagining the sausage you’d have for breakfast afterwards.

Peter came down first “Oh Vixen! You look great!” he said when he saw you, still munching on the second bar of chocolate.

You blinked a couple of times after hearing the nickname drop so naturally from his lips, “Thanks Wormmy…” you responded, almost tentatively.

He smiled at that and gave you a thumbs up. Permission, you realised, that was Peter’s way of letting you into the group, whether on purpose or not, you were one of them now.

Sirius came down next, taking faster strides when he spotted you, when he was right in front of you, he leaned down, levelling his head with yours and placing both hands on the sides of your head to carefully inspect you, he was clearly surprised, “I feel like you were switched at night, other than your lip you look like nothing happened,” he said as he moved your head to the side to try and take a peek at your neck, you groaned in response.

“Yeah, the soreness’s still there though,” you muttered. “But the potions did an incredible job.”

Sirius nodded in agreement, “We’re going to see Moony, wanna join in?”

“That’s why I’m still here,” you replied with a small smile. Sirius looked at you for a second before leaning over just a bit more and pressing his lips to your softly. You smiled, but raised an eyebrow questioningly “What was that for?”

“Just because,” he replied, mirroring your smile.

“All right love puppies, time to go,” Peter said as he stood up, James mirrored his actions.

“Love puppies?” you questioned with a gasp as you stood up, using the hand Sirius had offered to do so.

“Well, Vixen and Padfoot are both canines so yeah, you’re love puppies,” he replied, matter of factly.

James turned around instantly, a raised finger and a playful smile on his face “Spot on!”

Peter smiled and nodded in return, you and Sirius eyed each other at their interaction, but continued walking behind them. Sirius stood really close to you, so close your hands were brushing with each other as you walked, it was as if after being so close to you while you cuddled him on his bed, he couldn’t get enough of you. And he really couldn’t.

He had gone to see Moony after you left with Lily, he had stayed with him for a while and they joked and talked for a couple of hours like they always did. And it’s not that he wasn’t worried for Remus, he always got a little queasy when the boy was bedridden, especially since most moons after they became animagus had been a lot easier on his friend.

But he also knew Remus was strong, he’d seen him get up time and time again after looking like he had snogged a dementor, so pale he downright looked like a vampire instead of a werewolf. But every single time Remus got better in a matter of days, maybe a little sore and snappy after particularly rough moons but he always got better. You on the other hand… Sirius had never seen you as bruised and bIoodied like the previous night. So tired you looked like you might fall apart, so desperate and scared.

Because you had been scared, he knew, even if you masked it wonderfully, he knew the signs, he had used the same techniques to hide his own emotions in the past, the worst part is that Sirius wasn’t sure if you had been scared for yourself or if you had been scared for Moony instead. Either way, when you turned back into a human, and he saw all the bruises for the first time it took him all the strength he had not to crumble at the sight.

You had looked pale and tired and he had never quite realised how delicate you actually were before that. Sure, he knew you were soft, softer than the boys, softer than Remus, but the bruises on your face, simply from a hand gripping you too tight, were almost shocking. And it’s not that you were so fragile that he thought you were going to break apart, heck he knew how strong you were, he’d seen you play quidditch, getting up after falls time and time again, but he was shocked how much more fragile you were in comparison to him.

And it bothered him, no, it irked him, that no matter how much you probably fought the Slytherins they had overpowered you either way. It made him scared for you like he’d never been for anyone in his life, except maybe from Moony, when the incident happened.

Even if Remus was much stronger, there had been something weird going on in his head last night, he knew, but wasn’t sure what that could’ve been, he was a lot quieter than usual. Sirius asked him about it but the boy said it was because of the Skellegro. Sirius knew he was lying but didn’t press further, instead, he offered to stay the night.

“I can stay, you know? I mean we might not fit in the same bed like we did when we were kids but I could pull a couple of chairs and stay over.”

“Please no! I won’t be able to sleep with your snoring,” Remus said humorously, it was a total lie, he didn’t care about Sirius’ snoring, but he knew for sure he’d rather stare at the boy sleep than sleep himself. It was better to kick Sirius away.

When Sirius returned from talking to Remus, he took a quick shower and threw himself in his bed again, it smelled of you, and he couldn’t help but worry for you again. He wanted to jump off his bed and sneak into your room just to make sure you were better. He could not help but replay in his head how you had almost begged for him to stay with you instead of getting a cloak or something to bring you in. He felt like he had abandoned you, even if it was you the one that left the room with Lily. He couldn’t be with Remus and he couldn’t be with you. Sirius had slept terribly that night.

You leaned closer to him, wrapping your index and thumb over his pinky finger “You all right Puppy?” you asked him politely.

That seemed to finally snap Sirius out of his thoughts, he smiled instantly, looking at how much better you looked and nodded “Yeah, fantastic,” he responded, turning his hand and wrapping it around yours, you gave him a reassuring squeeze and he returned it shortly after.

The four of you entered the infirmary shortly after. Madam Pomfrey was there, and she smiled when she saw you, “Oh! Hi sweetheart, how are those nightmares going? You’re here to see Mr. Lupin, aren’t you? I sort of expected to see you yesterday, I assume you were rather busy.”

“Yeah, uh… I think those nightmares won’t be coming back anymore,” you said with a little smile, Sirius squeezed your hand. “How’s Rem?”

“A lot better, he should be checking out by tomorrow,” she said with a smile “Poor boy had a really tough time as I was fixing him up,” you winced, Pomfrey assumed it was because you imagined the situation, rather than the real reason: you felt guilty.

“Can we see him?” Peter asked with a very polite smile. He looked like the kind of kid that would instantly be liked by adults in that very second.

Pomfrey nodded with a tight smile “I’ll go see if he’s awake,” she said before disappearing to the back of the room in between a couple of curtains.

“You think he’s feeling better?” you asked, turning to the boys.

James nodded “I’m sure he’s better. You were with him last night, Pads, how was he?”

Sirius turned his gaze on you “A lot better than you were when you left, so stop worrying.”

You were about to say something in return when Pomfrey came back with an apologetic expression on her face “I’m sorry kids, but Remus is asleep at the moment. Why don’t you come back later?”

You let out a disappointed sigh when you heard it but nodded. Finally realising how silly it was to visit Remus so early in the morning, he would be better off sleeping in, you had certainly felt a lot better after sleeping yourself.

“Well then, the great hall it is,” James said, turning to you, which would have offended you had it not been for the rumbling in your belly after he said it. You still felt impossibly hungry. Then James went over and placed his arm over your shoulders, which caused you to yelp since he accidentally brushed your wound.

James removed his arm in an instant and scurried away from Sirus’ hand, which had gone straight for a slap in the back of his head.

“You alright sweetie?” Pomfrey asked, concerned.

You turned to her while you thought of a decent excuse “Yeah, I was just surprised, I guess I’m still a bit sleepy,” you smiled apologetically, “We’re really sorry for making so much noise Madam Pomfrey, we’ll be on our way.”

She nodded in response and you hurried outside. Once far enough James turned to you with a worried frown “Are you okay? I didn’t ruin all of Lily’s work, did I?”

You wished you could actually get angry at James, but he was so genuinely worried that there was no way you could, so you just shook your head with a sigh “Just be careful, it stung like a bitch.”

“I’ll buy you any food you want at Hogsmeade on Saturday to make up for it.”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow “James you can’t.”

“What do you mean I can’t?” James said with a frown, looking about ready to argue that he could spend his money however the hell he pleased.

“Saturday’s the 27th,” Peter added.

James went pale, that was the day of his date with Lily.

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suicide cw

look i have been in this area before mentally. it sucks and i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. but, and this is going to sound callous, but i don’t feel any sympathy for james somerton. even if i hope he’s like. not dead. But thats all the amount of goodwill im willing to give him. The more i think about this really, the more angry i am.

ngl this entire situation is another example of how white people weaponize their mental illness to avoid consequences. Im seeing it in real time.

this man has a continuous habit of using self-harm as a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. in both of his apologies, he has worded his supposed attempts in ways that were clearly meant to guilt people who displayed his plagiarism and overall horrendous history of racism and misogyny. i say supposed because, while i’m not saying those are lies and this would he such a fucked up thing to lie about that i don’t want to think he has, unfortunately, it’s been proven again and again that his word can’t be trusted, as he’s known to lie to try get out of consequences. Hes a proven liar. him lying about this is actually the best case scenario, because no one should go through this entire situation, wouldnt wish this on anyone, but you can only do this so often before people stop sympathizing with you. is this callous? Yeah, but like. I’m actually fucking angry he cant straight up take no as an answer. that this is how he reacts realizing he cant be one of the Cool Kidz™️ on youtube anymore. he acts like he DESERVES a career, like its not a privilege hes lost due to his own actions.

He lied about apologizing and forgiving people, he lied about giving the money to hbomberguy to give to ppl he ripped off (yknow, instead of doing it himself), he lied about the jessie gender situation and rewrote the narrative to make it so he isnt the bad guy, and hes the victim all along actually!

you can’t tell me that supposed last message of his isn’t meant to be a 13 reasons why esq attempt to deflect the blame “look i’m going to kill myself and it’s all YOUR PEOPLES FAULT for not letting me achieve my DREAM of being filmmaker IN PEACE!!! I just wanted Nick’s (the guy who I have thrown under the bus again and again) portfolio up!! Im just being a good friend dont you all FEEL BAD” he refuses to take ANY ACCOUNTABILITY of any of his actions and he IS STILL trying to shove the blame over to other people again.

it’s also pretty ironic people are like “uhhh well hbomber’s fans harassed him!!!” like hbomber outright told people NOT to HARASS JAMES!!! ALSO acting as if james doesn’t have a very real documented history of STRAIGHT UP sending his fans to harass and threaten smaller creators, more notably women, trans, and bipoc creators. especially after he’s stolen typically very personal anecdotes so he could profit from them. so why can he do it but the second people are like “hey this guys an actual piece of shit.” and he can’t handle it suddenly people are trying to white knight his shit? like no he doesn’t get that. he doesn’t get that at all just because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions.

what? were supposed to stay quiet about a man profiting off of other minorities because he wanted to be the spokesman for all gay people? people tried to solve this on a smaller, more private scales for YEARS and he kept doing it. it was clear that the giant public video was the ONLY way to get people to notice. HE WOULDVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH STEALING 87 FUCKING THOUSANDS WORTH OF DOLLARS. HE CANT HANDLE THE FACT HE CANT GET AWAY WITH IT.

am i supposed to feel bad for the guy who basically threatened a trans woman with the police? i don’t care what anyone says, it’s so fucking obvious that he threatened jessie by implying he was getting the police involved in their conflict. what am i supposed to act like that didn’t happen? are we supposed to pretend like he didn’t glorify nazi’s and outright said that gay people made up a good chunk of the nazis? That he didnt say america joined ww2 bc they were jealous of the NAZIS. WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO FUCKING SAY THAT. but then? He gives women (not even women most of the time, he misgenders nonbinary ppl constantly) shit for writing mlm. are we supposed to act like he doesn’t straight-up sees himself superior and better than people of color and steals their works to put himself on a pedestal? Are we supposed to act like he didnt spit on our elders by saying “only the boring gays survived aids” like man! Fuck you! He BLANTANTLY MAKES UP HISTORY TO PUT HIMSELF ON A PEDESTAL!! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO REWRITE LGBT HISTORY TO SUIT HIS FUCKED UP NARRATIVES!

yes this sucks ! no one deserves this but no one should be making him a martyr. Thats what he fucking WANTS! He wants to be immortalized as a victim!! (again, supposedly, it was reported hes alive but its not confirmed).

The shit he got isnt near the amount of fucking callous behavior hes done again and again. Again, to drill this point, EVEN IF HE DIDNT CALL THE POLICE HE THREATENED A TRANS WOMAN INTO THINKING HE DID!!! The fact he tried to use a head injury to justify years of the outright ghoulish shit fucking astounds me. Why the fuck did anyone in his life thought it was a good idea to let him TRY to come back. in the end, he had options. he didn’t need to try to make a comeback. HE DIDNT NEED TO FUCKING LIE OR IGNORE THE SHIT HE WAS CALLED OUT ON the reality is, he wanted to come back thinking he could shove it under the rug, was told that no dude, you’re not allowed to be a youtuber anymore. you’re done. you need to move on and went full nuclear. it’s not on anyone’s hands but his own. HES BEEN DOING THIS TO HIMSELF!! But nah man we cant call his shit out bc hell may or may not kill himself. Fuck the other minorities who have the same issues but worse and sometimes BECAUSE of him. This is going to SUCKKKK so bad when other ppl, specifically white gays, are going to weaponize this shit to get away with their stuff.

#warning: do not read this post if you want me to be nice to james somerton. i am extremely mean in this post.#before anyone accuses me of shit i legit never contacted him myself or anyone involved. i am someone who witnessed this behavior repeatedly #again. i hope hes alive and well. the fact is him lying about this WOULD BE THE IDEAL SITUATION. BC NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH THAT. but.#he HAS to forever be the victim in his eyes. attempting doesnt automatically mean youre free of sin.#its just terrible to see that regardless whether or not he did do it #its very clear his attempts to run away from his consequences are working on some people #we need to acknowledge that if your shitty ex friend can weaponize a threat to kill themselves #so can this internet person after being called out for horrendous shit #like what was the alterative? what were people supposed to fucking do? be nice about it?#yeah as if poc and trans women arent historically given shit for being 'too mean' about wanting justice.#this isnt just the plagiarism this is the fact a white dude has been parading himself as THE speaker for the gays(tm) but has been using hi #gayness to shield himself from his misogyny racism transphobia and antisemitism #its very clear regardless this means that ppl r going to side with him and then give him benefit of doubt #if you cant handle the heat stay out of the fucking kitchen dude. this is the consequences of your fucking actions.#hes a disgusting person who cant handle being told no so hes going to drag everyone down with him #like. idk this entire situation is frustrating to me.#its also frustrating ppl trying to be moral abt it like 'see! i knew this was bad all along!' no you didnt. shut it.#for the record im like mainly talking abt twit watching those spineless uwu cutesy ppl basically saying hes done noting wrong #oh and also alt righters who are clearly weaponinizing this where u know they wouldnt give a shit if a right ytber did this.#james somerton #idk might delete this later its just. ugh...

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okg pls give us a hufflepuff reader with slytherin harry

HARRY POTTER X FEM!READER.

The bet

(LOVE WHOEVER MADE THESE PICS OMFL ITS HOT IN HERE 🥵)

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Slytherin!Harry and hufflepuff reader!

Ravenclaw Hermione and gryffindor Ron.

All marauders are alive just not mentioned

Voldy baldy is dead.

Warnings: cigarettes, swearing

Harry James potter.

The girls around hogwarts loved him, until they found out what a total player he was. Many girls would cry over the heartbreak, some girls wouldn’t give a shit and never talk to him again. Some reckoned he was only like that because he was friends with Draco malfoy.

Y/n y/l/n. One of hogwarts most favourite students, y/n wasn’t one to hate on people but when it came to potter she couldn’t stand him, she promised herself she’d never EVER fall in love with someone like Harry.

“So what class have you got next, y/n” Hermione looked at her. “Oh I have char-” y/n not looking where she was going she bumped into someone, her books going everywhere. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going” she laughed awkwardly even before looking up and when she did, she wished she could take the apology back but she didn’t say anything.

“Oh it’s okay, not your fault” Harry had passed her books that he’d helped her pick up his friends not far behind him smirking at the both of them, he looked into her beautiful e/c eyes and smiled.

Y/n smiled as she walked off with Hermione, the slytherin boy just standing there.

“The Harry Potter just spoke to you!” Hermione squealed “did you see how he was looking at you? He was totally crushing!” Y/n looked at her best friend “he can crush all he wants, do you not know what he done to Ginny Weasley? He cheated on her with Cho Chang then he cheated on Cho for some other girl, how come you were so excited for him to speak to me? If you want him I’m sure he would snog wit-”

“Y/n! Gross anyways…Ron’s the one I like…what do you think I was doing why you and Harry were talking?” She shyly replied. Hermione wasn’t the kind of girl to fall for a boy then go blabbering on about it, she was very secretive with that kind of subject.

“Come on enough boy talk, flitwick will have our necks if we are late.” Y/n said walking a bit faster.

Later on.

Ron, malfoy, Harry, Blaise, Seamus, Dean. We’re all in the slytherin common room joking and laughing around. Malfoy then had said [this story there aloud in each others common room.]

“So potter, you looked real cozy with that hufflepuff girl, y/l/n? Was it.” Malfoy had lit up a cigarette. Ron turned over to Harry. “As in y/n? Blimey Harry” “we just bumped into eachother no big deal.”

“But she’s definitely not a big fan of you like most girls” Dean continued on. “Chang and Weasley basically told the entire school and rumour has it the golden girl of hufflepuff don’t like you, at all. No way she’d fall in love with you mate”

“Is that a challenge?” Harry smirked looking at Dean. “You don’t think I Can get y/n y/l/n to fall in love with me?” Harry sat up “okay I bet you all, I can make that girl fall in love with me.”

“And if you don’t.” Seamus Said, all boys now interested in this bet. “If I don’t I’ll jump in the black lake, naked.” “Alright, bet” Blaise said, Harry now lighting a cigarette.

The next day, Harry came down extra early making his way to the hufflepuff common room, waiting for y/n.

He had a cigarette in his mouth when She came out, her hair down and a bright smile on her face. “Y/l/n!” Harry shouted throwing the blunt on the floor and walking towards her.

She turned around “potter” he heard the annoyance in her voice. “You and me, date?” She rolled her eyes “yeah nice try, find another girl.” She walked off and he was left alone stood there.

Again the next day he came down waiting for her, she looked even more annoyed when she saw him. He took her books “what do you think your doing?” She said rolling her eyes. “Walking you to class, what does it look like?”

She smiled a little bit and she prayed that he didn’t see, but he did.

He did the same the next day. “Well I’m not surprised to see you here potter.” She said giving him her bag. He put it on his shoulder. “I want to get on a first name basis, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” They walked to breakfast together. “So y/n. You gonna let me talke you on a date?” She looked down. She really wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t do this for the others, maybe he was actually trying to keep a relationship.

“I don’t know” was all she said but Harry knew that he’d get the hufflepuff girl to fall in love with him with out falling in love with her.

Well, little did he know.

The weekend had come and Harry and y/n were in Harry’s dorm. “So what’s your favourite colour.” Harry asked randomly. “(Your favourite colour)” he nodded “ and food?” “(Your favourite food)” you were currently sitting at his desk why he was in his bed.

“Do you have a favourite colour?” Y/n asked looking at him. “Well I like red I suppose, and favourite food is Treacle Tart” y/n laughed at the way Harry licked his lips as he said it. “You know, I could get used to that, your laugh” Harry smiled at her.

She blushed a little.

“You want to make treacle tart?” Y/n offered, Harry’s eyes lighting up at the question, y/n being pushed down to the kitchen.

Y/n had started with the flour, salt and butter. Mixing it together with her hands, Harry standing behind her he put his hands in aswell helping her. Y/n slightly blushed but didn’t let him see. When they had done the pastry they started on the filling, then assembling the tarts and putting them in the oven.

Y/n cleaning up the flour on the side. Harry being Harry he took some and tapped her face. He laughed “oh really! Is that how you wanna be.” She giggled taking flour and chucking it all over him.

Y/n ran around the kitchen covered in flour and so did Harry but y/n was hiding and Harry was catching her. Quietly, Harry scared her casing her to scream and giggle. He pulled her in by her waist and looked down at her. He looked into those (e/c) eyes he adored so much.

Maybe he was falling for her after all.

After there fight they cleaned up the kitchen so the elf’s would have to, not even long after that the treacle tart was done.

Harry had taken it out the oven and he took one without waiting.

“This is the best treacle tart I’ve ever had, hands down.” He said smiling at her. She giggled as she wiped his lips with her thumb.

“It’s getting late” y/n said looking at the time. They were aware that they were out after hours but sneaking back was the problem. “It’s okay love, come on.” Harry had put the tarts on a plate and took one more before leaving the kitchen.

He took her up to the hufflepuff common room. “I’ll see you tomorrow” He smiled. She smiled back. “Yes. And you can take me on that date tomorrow night if you want.” Harry smiled, the bet had blown over him and all he cared about was her. “I’ll pick you up at seven”

She watched him leave before slipping into the common room, smiling as she walked to her dorm.

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Lavender - Ch. 43

Joel does everything he can to get to his girls. A continuation of Lavender, Ch. 1- 42 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+

Length: 3.9K

“What did you do!”

You practically launched yourself at Ellie’s prone body, carefully looking her over. She hadn’t been shot, at least. Her bones were intact from what you could tell, her breathing even, heart rate good.

“What happened to her?” You demanded, only then realizing that David was in the room, too. “I can’t do anything for her if you don’t tell me what the fuck you did!”

“We didn’t do anything,” David said, sounding almost defensive. “We were trying to get her to bring her here, to you, and she ran…”

“Yeah, you think?” You snapped.

“She was on a horse,” David continued. “She was thrown…”

“Jesus,” you muttered, starting to look over her head. “Just wanted to give a fucking child a closed head injury? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

David glared at you.

“I wouldn’t do anything to try to hurt her,” he said.

“Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t,” you muttered. “Have a flashlight? I need to check her pupils…”

James handed you one and you gingerly lifted her eyelid. You shined the light in her eye, wincing a little as you did, even though she couldn’t see you in her current state. “Sorry, Baby Girl, I know this is bright…”

Her pupil contracted and then dilated again when you moved the light away. The other eye did the same.

“Pupil dilation is normal,” you said. “Without something to scan her with, I can only do so much. How long has she been out?”

“A few hours,” David replied.

“A few hours!” You snapped. “Jesus Christ…”

“Is she going to be OK?” David asked. He sounded genuinely concerned. Knowing what you did about at least one girl here, it turned your stomach.

“I don’t know,” you snapped. “If you were so worried about her welfare, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten her thrown off a goddamn horse!”

“You don’t seem particularly grateful that we brought you your niece,” David crossed his arms. “Thought you might be a little more receptive to the needs of your fellow man if we…”

“If you kidnapped and injured a child?” You asked. “What happened to the man she was with?”

“She wasn’t with a man,” James said, looking almost smug about it. Your stomach twisted, heart clenched. “She was alone.”

Joel wouldn’t have left her alone. He wouldn’t have. He either couldn’t stay with her or…

You felt like you were going to vomit.

“Doc?” Ellie’s voice was groggy. She started sitting up and you moved to go to her but James’ arms went around your waist, pulling you back into him.

“Hey!” You shrieked. “Put me down! Let me go!”

“Doc!” Ellie scrambled to her feet and you reached for her, kicking back against James as he pulled you out of the small cell. David closed and locked it behind you as Ellie hurled herself against the bars, her arms stretching and reaching through. You lunged as much as you could in James’ grip, your fingertips managing to brush hers. “No! Fuck, leave her here!”

“Don’t let him touch you!” You screamed. “Don’t trust him, don’t listen to him!”

“James!” David yelled. The man holding you slammed your head into a wall and you passed out.

***

The first man who came for Joel was a fucking idiot.

He’d never have survived outside a QZ in the same way Joel and Tommy had. He’d have been eaten alive in days, at best. He came to the basement Joel had been in for who the fuck knows how long. He didn’t check his six, his trigger discipline was shit, his reaction times were bad. He couldn’t really fight against Joel. He tried, he strained, but Joel looped his arm around the man’s neck and he broke it.

He’d need to get information out of one of them but there were more upstairs. He was sure he could get one or two of them to cooperate.

His side pulled and burned but he was almost happy for it. It meant he was alive, that he could still get to you and Ellie, could still save you. He’d take pain for that. He’d take any amount of pain for that.

He made it up stairs and the man in the living room was smarter. He swung at Joel, forcing him to dodge him before he brought his gun around. Joel had to lunge for him, knocking the weapon aside, before slamming the man’s head into a doorframe. He taped the man’s arms behind his back, bound his legs together and left him slumped against a wall just as the shadows of two more men passed outside the window.

Joel crept out through a side door, crouching low, gun from the unconscious man in his grip. He stayed tucked behind the overgrown bushes, watching the men’s shadows in the snow. When he knew he could get to them, he readied his gun and leveled it at the first man, shooting him in the head. The other man was slow to react, stumbling back from his fallen comrade on instinct before going to raise his weapon for Joel.

But Joel wasn’t bothered by killing. Not by the body or its blood or its pain. He had one person inside to interrogate but he wanted a second. He wanted to be sure. And this man looked afraid.

He liked them afraid.

He slammed the butt of his gun into the man’s temple and he went limp. Joel dragged him inside and taped him to a chair in the living room, breathless and aching. He checked the wound at his side, lifting his shirt to see the stitches and the angry red flesh that was still oozing blood. Ellie had kept him alive. Had somehow known that these men had you, too. He’d make them tell him where you were, where you both were.

Joel didn’t have time to wait for the man to come around on his own. He got his knife from his pack, along with the map of the region, and pulled a chair up in front of the second man. The man who was afraid. He’d give in quick. He almost hoped it wasn’t too quick.

He slapped the man’s face, rousing him with a low moan. He looked around for a moment, tried to move but quickly found that he couldn’t.

“What the fuck?” He started hyperventilating, eyes going wide. “What the fuck man…”

“You and your friends,” Joel tried to keep his voice even and calm. “You took my girls. Tell me where they are and this is a lot easier.”

“I don’t know what girls you’re talking about,” the man sounded panicky.

Joel nodded slowly.

“Had a feelin’ you’d say that,” he stood and pulled his fist back, putting all his weight behind the swing he brought down on the man’s face. He screamed. Joel ignored him, punching him again and again, feeling the crush of the bones below his fingers. You’d know the names of them - what to call them beyond the nose, the structure around the eye. He wondered if you would tell him sometime, if he asked the right way. He wanted to know the parts of the people he broke, especially the ones he broke to get to you.

The man slumped over and Joel grabbed his hair in his fist, raising his head so he was looking him in the eye.

“Fuck, please!” The man’s voice was distorted, his nose crushed. “I swear, I don’t know what you mean…”

“Yes you do,” Joel said, holding the man’s head still while he pressed his thumb into his decimated nose. “You know exactly what I mean.”

The screamed, the shriek ripping through him with an almost vicious, ripping sound. The man slumped against the wall began to stir. Joel smirked. This was going to get easier. Better.

“Are my girls alive?” Joel asked, pulling his thumb back from his nose and wiping the blood on the man’s coat.

“I don’t know anything about any girls!” The man was crying. “Please…”

Joel sighed and brought his fist into the man’s stomach, knocking the air out of him, before landing another blow on his face. He gasped and moaned.

“Jesus Christ!” The man against the wall was trying to move but was stuck.

Joel just smiled.

“Jesus ain’t here, friend,” he said. “You better start prayin’ to me.”

He pulled out his knife and held it in front of the man in the chair.

“No,” he shook his head. “Please, no!”

“Not what I want to hear,” Joel said before he brought it down into the man’s leg, just behind the top of his knee. The man’s scream was almost deafening. Joel panted for breath, his side aching, waiting for him to get to the point that he could answer.

“My girls,” Joel said. “Are they alive? Where are they?”

“Marco!” The man groaned, twisting his head around to look at the man against the wall. “Please!”

Joel grabbed the man by the chin and forced his head back around to face him.

“Why are you lookin’ for him?” Joel asked, twisting the knife in the man’s leg. He shrieked in pain. “You think he can help you?” He let his face go and the man panted for breath, closing his eyes. Joel tapped his chin with his open hand, making his eyes open again. “No, you’re stayin’ with me. You’re mine so you pay attention to me. Now, tell me where my girls are, if they’re alive, or I’ll pop your fuckin’ kneecap off.”

He started putting pressure on the knife, feeling the resistance of the bone and the pull of the stitches in his side. He didn’t care. He’d skin the man alive if he had to, take him apart piece by piece if that’s what it took and bleed himself dry as he did it.

“They’re alive!” The man screamed. Joel released the knife, letting up on the pressure. The man’s body relaxed a bit as he caught his breath. “They’re alive, David decided he wanted to keep them, they’re in the town…”

The man trailed off, still gasping for air.

“What town?” Joel asked. The man just closed his eyes, body going limp. Joel clenched his jaw. He didn’t have time for this. He grabbed the man by the hair again, jerking his head around so he was looking Joel in the eye. “WHAT TOWN!”

“Silver Lake!” The man said quickly. “Silver Lake, it’s not a real town, it’s an old ski resort, please….”

Joel opened the map and ripped the knife free of the man’s leg, jamming the handle of it into his teeth when he let out a pathetic moan.

“Mark on the map where your fuckin’ resort is,” Joel ordered. “And it’d better be the same place your buddy points to.”

He held the map in front of him and the man, shakily, pressed the bloody tip of the knife into the paper. Joel nodded, setting the map down and taking the knife from the man. He looked relieved and Joel almost smiled at it. He wasn’t sure why the men he interrogated did this. Why they thought he’d just let them go free now that he was done with them. Why they had any thought that he might be a merciful man - especially when it came to you and Ellie.

“Please,” the man managed. Joel didn’t bother to wait for him to finish, he just thrust the knife into his stomach and twisted it, the man’s head and shoulders slumping forward as he yanked it free.

“What the fuck!” The other man - Marco - yelled. “Why would you do that! He told you what you wanted to know!”

“Because,” Joel picked up the map and noted where the mark was before folding it and putting it in his back pocket. “I wanted to. You and your people took my girls from me. He had to pay and now, so do you.”

“I’m not going to tell you a fuckin’ thing,” he said, looking around as though he’d find a way out. Joel shrugged, picking up a pipe from the ground and stalking over to him.

“That’s OK,” he said simply. “I believe him.”

Joel barely noticed the pull of the stitches as he brought the pipe down on the man’s head.

***

You woke up cold. So cold it was like you’d fallen asleep in a snowbank, without bothering with a sleeping bag or blanket or fire. Your whole body was shaking with it. Your head hurt.

You opened your eyes slowly, James and another man leaning against a shelf across from you. You groaned.

“You’re getting to be more trouble than you’re worth,” James said, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Where is she?” You managed, sitting up.

“With David,” James said. “He’ll take care of her.”

“He’s a fucking rapist,” you snapped, forcing yourself up to your feet. “He’s attacking children, do you understand me? Children!”

James shrugged.

“Marriage in biblical times was different,” he said. “He’s doing what he must to lead us.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled, prowling toward him. “You’re sick, you’re evil and I swear if he lays a finger on that girl I will fucking castrate him.”

James just shrugged before bringing his fist back and swinging, slamming it into your cheek and sending you sprawling to the ground.

You’d never been hit before, not like that. You’d somehow survived this long in the apocalypse without anyone landing a punch and it made your head spin. First was the shock of it, the odd feeling of your brain rattling in your skull. It took you a moment to get your bearings as the pain set in, starting like a spike against your temple and radiating out from there. You groaned, pushing yourself up.

But as you looked up, James and the other man at your back, you saw it. Bodies, hanging from meat hooks, dangling over frozen water in a boat house.

“What the fuck,” you breathed, scrambling back from them.

It took you a moment to piece it together. It was so… unnatural. Abhorrent. You had to try to force yourself to not vomit. You were still on your hands and knees when James’ hand fisted in your hair, pulling you to your feet.

“You’re eating people,” you said through gritted teeth. His face curled into a snarl and he threw you into a post. You caught it, managing to stay upright in spite of the shock of pain against your ribs. “You’re fucking eating people!”

“Food has been scarce,” he said, coming toward you again. You backed away from him, toward the hanging bodies. You tried not to think about that part of it. “Would you have us starve?”

“Is that why your patrol was out that day?” You asked, ducking behind another post to put something between his body and your own. “Were you looking for people to fucking eat? Is that what was supposed to happen with us?”

“We have to feed our families!” James lunged for you again but you jumped back, his fingers glancing off your shirt. “What’s the point of having all of us die if we could have just…”

“Eaten fucking human beings?” You yelled. “You’re sick. You’re sick and if your god exists I hope he send you to fucking hell…”

He lunged for you again and you stepped back, not realizing how close you were to the opening in the floor to the frozen water below. You fell back onto the ice, sliding along the slick surface, the feeling sharp and cold. James came to the edge of the dock and smiled down at you.

“No where left to go,” he dropped onto the ice beside you. You tried to scramble back, hands slipping on the ice. The bodies overhead swung on their hooks and you felt sick. “David told me to decide whether you would become an obedient wife or be used in… other ways. I don’t think you have it in you to be an obedient wife.”

He crouched over you, his hand going around your throat, slamming you back down into the ice. Your head spun. You thought you heard cracking.

For a moment, you heard Joel's voice in your head. "Don't let anyone take you from me."

You tried to thrash against him and it shook his grip on your throat enough to draw a full breath. You brought your whole upper body up and back down on the ice, a sharp crack snapping through the air. James didn’t seem to notice, too busy scrambling to get ahold of you again. You raised your shoulders again and slammed yourself back down and the ice gave way, sending you plunging into the water below.

James tried to grab you as he went down but his fingers slipped off your wrist as he sank into the water. You kicked him in the chest, sending him further below the ice as you swam for the hole you’d made in the surface above, the cold of the water stabbing into you live a million knives across your skin. You managed to reach the surface, the ice feeling thick now that you were on this side of it. You pressed your hands into it, trying to keep your bearings, find where you’d broken through, fighting to stay calm. Your fingers spread over the underside of the ice, stretching and reaching, your lungs starting to burn, as you found the hole you’d fallen through.

You latched onto it, pulling yourself toward it and breaking through the water, gasping for breath as you hauled yourself back onto the ice and started crawling for the dock.

“You bitch!” The other man said as you clambered onto the wood. He grabbed you by the collar, hauling you up as you coughed and panted.

“Go in after him,” you managed, tone daring him. “See if you can help.”

He punched you across the face and threw you away from him, sending you sprawling onto the floor. You tried to get back up, limbs shaky, cold cutting you deep, head spinning. Blood was dripping into your eyes as you tried to see clearly enough to find a weapon of some kind.

You barely noticed Joel moving in on the man, his shirt covered in blood.

***

The resort had been easy to find once he had the map.

In appearance alone, it would have reminded him of Jackson. It was about the same size, the same western look. But this town he’d have thought was uninhabited if he didn’t know better. There were signs of people, since he knew to look for them. Footprints in the snow going to a few of the buildings, holes in buildings patched with boards or tarps.

He wasn’t sure where to start looking for you and Ellie. But he saw some fresh footprints going into an outbuilding on the water, so he started there. At the very least, he could get information about where to look for you.

Joel crept inside, hearing some kind of commotion now that he was inside.

“You bitch!”

“Go in after him,” he recognized your voice. “See if you can help.”

He had to stop himself from running for you, peering around a storage rack to see just what he was getting himself into. The man holding you punched you and threw you. Joel’s blood got hot, the fire of it running through his whole body. It was urgent, insistent, all but screaming at him to avenge you. He needed to act, needed to make this man hurt, before the fire swallowed him whole.

He grabbed an axe from the shelf and stayed low as the man looked down into the water. He approached him quietly, adjusting the axe so he’d hit the man with the blunt side first. Joel wanted to look at his face when he died. He wanted this man to know it was coming.

Joel swung the axe, catching the man in the shoulder and sending him sprawling to the dock below.

“What the…” he began, already trying to get his bearings. His eyes went wide at the sight of Joel and he started trying to get away, pulling himself back along the dock, the boards creaking.

“Shouldn’t have touched my girl,” Joel snarled, raising the axe and bringing it down into the man’s head, splitting open his skull with a satisfying thunk, blood splattering. The man slumped to the ground, still and dead. Joel dislodged the axe and went for you.

Your face was bloody and you were soaking wet, your whole body shaking.

“Oh, Baby,” he breathed, getting down on your level, delicately taking your face in his hand.

“You’re alive,” you gasped, panting for breath. “Joel…”

You all but clawed your way up his body and wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him.

“I’ve got you Baby,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I let you get hurt but I’ve got you… Do you know where Ellie is? We have to get Ellie…”

“Near the steakhouse,” you said as he helped you to your feet. “We have to get to her, Joel, the leader here… They’ve been eating people, they’re fucking eating people and the man in charge has been raping girls, we have to get her away from them…”

Joel’s chest got tight but he gave you a stiff nod, pulling you against his side. There was a shelf on the way out, with packs from travelers. Yours and Ellie’s stuck out.

“Can you carry those?” He asked, nodding at them. You nodded, grabbing them and slinging both bags over one arm. You were shaking against him, one of his hands clutching your shoulder, the other holding the axe.

“That way,” you managed, nodding toward a larger building near the tree line, smoke curling up from the roof. The two of you were close when the door flew open and Ellie stumbled into the snow. Joel almost dropped the axe to go grab her, hold her to him, when a man ran out of another building. He reminded Joel of the men he’d killed before, scraggly beards and long hair. He released you and ran, more stumbling than anything. The man was so singularly focused on Ellie he didn’t see Joel coming.

Joel raised his axe and brought it down on the man a split second before he saw it, his hands going up to protect himself. It was too late, the metal lodging itself in the man’s skull. Ellie shrieked and tried to run but Joel grabbed her, trying to be both firm and gentle, blocking the view of the bleeding man on the ground with his body. Her eyes were wide and panicked, her face bloody.

“Let me go!” She shrieked, swinging at him.

“Ellie!” He took her by the shoulders, giving her one small but firm shake. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s OK Baby Girl….”

Her eyes searched his own and her arms went around his neck. He pulled her in close, concentrating on the feeling of her small, warm body against his.

“You’re OK Baby Girl,” he said, looking back behind him as you came up, dropping to your knees beside them. “We have you, you’re OK. You’re OK.”

Your forehead dropped to Joel’s shoulder and you put a hand on Ellie’s back, trying to take deep, even breaths as you shivered.

“I’ve got you both,” he said, as much for himself as it was for the two of you. “It’s OK now. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

A/N: FERAL JOEL!

FERAL JOEL!

AHHH THE WHAT TOWN CHAPTER OMG

This was so much fun to write, I hope it was fun to read. Things are getting into position for the last arc of the story and then the resolution. Can you believe that? I can't believe that. I'm not sure I'm ready for it. But it's coming, either way!

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julesdaydreams · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic I march 2: pool I word count: 1098

Playing pool with Regulus had to be James’ dumbest idea yet. And that’s saying something, coming from someone who usually prides himself on the dumb decisions he’s made in his life.

Regulus was currently bend over the pool table, back arched sinfully, giving James a perfect view of that ass that James has had very vivid dreams about for the past few weeks, always leaving him hot and painfully hard the moment he woke up.

This was nothing like his dreams though. It was so, so much worse.

Regulus wiggled a bit, standing on his tip-toes and leaning just that much further in order to reach the ball he had set his eyes on, shirt bunching up a bit to reveal creamy skin that James desperately wanted to bite.

Playing pool with Regulus had been a terrible, terrible idea.

The other boy made a huffing sound, still not quite reaching far enough and James tried to hide his laugh at Regulus’ struggling.

Apparently he didn’t hide it well enough, curly black hair bouncing slightly as Regulus whipped his head around to give James a look that would’ve made a lesser man drop dead.

“Something funny, Potter? Please, do share with the class the reasoning behind your amusement. And you better be good at lying because if I hear anything along the lines of “too short”, I’m going to behead you and we’ll see how you’d like the short jokes.” His voice was laced with venom, mouth curling dangerously and James was ready to drop to his knees for the man, the pool stick he was leaning on being the only reason he didn’t.

“You know you could just, walk around the table, right? Play from the other side?”, James proposed, completely ignoring Regulus’ (hopefully) empty threats, still chuckling lightly.

Regulus’ eyes narrowed.

“First of all, I would have to play with my non-dominant hand from the other side, which I won’t risk doing because I’m not losing to you. Secondly, don’t stand there looking so smug. You aren’t that much taller than me and wouldn’t be able to reach the ball from here either.”

James cocked his head to the side, thinking.

“I promise you, I can.”

“Oh yeah? Try me, Potter.”

And before James could think about his next move, he walked the small distance to where Regulus was still leaning on the table, stopping right behind him and leaning over.

Regulus made a surprised noise at the sudden closeness, looking at James with such incredulity, James felt the need to defend himself.

“Don’t be like that. I know if I’d let you make space for me and I would’ve been able to make the shot, you’d just tell me I was standing somewhere else or some bullshit like that. I’m just making sure you can’t do that.” Thank the lord for giving him the ability to talk shit at all times because this was definitely one of those.

Against all expectations, Regulus didn’t call him out on it, though, just making a small scoffing noise, and James returned to the task at hand.

Let it be known that James tried his absolute best to leave a gap between him and Regulus’ ass. Even though he loved how pink Regulus’ face has gotten at the close proximity, he didn’t think pressing his very evident erection right there would be the best course of action.

However, Regulus hadn’t been completely off stating James wouldn’t be able to reach the ball, especially since he needed to stretch over Regulus as well. His arms came up short as well, missing just that tiny gap James so carefully left there.

The urge to win an argument ended up being more important, though and he pushed just that much closer, pushing down the loud moan that threatened to escape his lips at the contact. He also tried to ignore the way he could hear Regulus’ breath hitch, instead focusing on lining up the pool stick and taking the shot, successfully managing to sink the ball into the corner hole.

The silence that followed his shot was deafening. Tension almost unbearable as the two man didn’t move their spot, bodies flush against each other.

It was Regulus who moved first, turning his head back as much as he could, finding James’ eyes.

“Fuck you, Potter.”, he ground out, wanting it to sound annoyed, but it ended up coming out a lot breathier, sounding almost like a whine.

“Oh, you fucking wish I would.”, is what left James’ lips and fucking hell he really needed to learn to think before he spoke.

Another very sexually charged silence followed, James trying not to let the motion of Regulus’ tongue darting out and wetting his lips go to his head.

And before James could comprehend what was happening, Regulus craned his head and kissed him.

It wasn’t good.

The angle was weird with Regulus still with his back to him and James didn’t react at all to the kiss, brain apparently having stopped functioning the moment Regulus’ lips met his.

It ended just as sudden and quickly as it had started, James staring at Regulus like a deer caught in headlights and apparently not reacting in any way to your crush kissing you wasn’t the best cause of action (or lack thereof) because Regulus immediately apologized, trying to get away from still being trapped under James’ larger body.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have- I don’t know why I did that. I’ll just- fuck you’re heavy, you know?- I’ll just go… Just let me- James?”

It’s his first name that pulls him out of whatever trance he was in, taking a step back and giving Regulus barely enough time to turn around, before grabbing him at the waist and kissing him properly.

It was everything.

Regulus made a surprised noise but managed to react way quicker than James had, returning the kiss eagerly. Their bodies where pressed together against the side of the pool table and James felt like he was set on fire when Regulus’ hands pulled at his neck to bring him impossibly close, cold rings digging into his hot skin and sending shivers down his spine.

The kiss quickly got out of hands, tongues exploring each other hungrily, desperate to get a taste. It lasted forever and was over way too quickly at the same time, both men coming up for air, foreheads pressed together.

“Remind me to play pool with you more often, if it gets you to kiss me like that.” Regulus’ voice sounded breathy against James’ lips.

“Anytime, love.”

#hp marauders #marauders fandom #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #I'm bad at keeping it short

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Come Home & We'll Talk | J.P.

part 2 of Behind The Venue; James comes home to ask you to stay with him — rockstar!james x fem!reader angst/fluff

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of like sexual acts

words: 0.9k

a/n: sorry this took forever lol, y'all wanted a happy ending so here it is

You hadn’t looked at any social media since finding out about James and Lily, nor did you want to. Giving James a chance to tell you everything was better than surfing through a whole bunch of pity, lies, and other crap on the internet.

You sent James a text—another thing you hadn’t checked since—and told him the only way you were willing to talk about what happened would be if he came home in the middle of the boys’ tour.

You honestly hadn’t expected him to come back at all—let alone the next day—so when he showed up with a giant bouquet of pink roses, you reluctantly let him inside your shared flat.

“I’m sorry, my love. I came back so you could hear that.” He told you, putting the flowers down on your kitchen table.

“No, you came back because you got caught with Lily Evans and I told you I wouldn’t talk over the phone.”

He slumped his shoulders and took off his backpack. Was that all he brought back? He dropped it onto the floor by his feet, but looked hesitant to do anything else.

“But I promise you I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything.”

Ignoring the flowers, you sat down on your couch and James followed, but stayed on the other side in case you didn’t want him to touch you.

“How long has it been going on?” You asked sadly. Any preamble or excuses would just be bothersome, you just wanted to know the details.

“Not long. It was just after a show in Lisbon, I was really missing you and Lily said we should all go out to a bar to cheer me up. We got drunk and did some stuff, but we never had sex.”

He knew that didn’t make it much better, but he was going to drop every detail that could help his case.

“And how many times have you ‘done stuff’ since then?”

“Since Portugal, we haven’t done anything more than make out. It was only a few times, and I felt like shit every single time.” James admitted. “I should have told you—”

“Yeah, you should have.” You told him firmly. You would have felt strong if it weren’t for the shake in your voice with every word. “Instead, you let it get out to the whole world, and I had to find out through a bunch of your fans.”

“I know. I was wrong. I’m a coward, my love. I was going to, but I kept worrying that you would leave me. I need you in my life.”

“So much so that you went and messed around with her?”

“It was bloody stupid, I know. I already told her that anything we had is over, even if you don’t take me back. But, please, I’ll do anything for you to stay with me.”

As much as you hated to admit it, he seemed genuine. Like he really was sorry about what he did, like he really did need you. It wasn’t quite enough, but he was getting there.

“Was she the only one? This was the only time?”

James sensed that you were starting to accept his apology, but he wasn’t going to smile and celebrate yet. “Yes, I promise. This was the only time it’s ever happened and it’ll be the last too.”

“How do I know that, Jamie?”

“(y/n), I will let you cut my dick off if that’s what you need to believe I’ll never do it again.” He used his hands to act out the idea he had just described and it made you laugh through your persistent teary eyes. “I’ll let you keep my hands and feet tied any time I’m away from you?”

“Promise?”

“I promise. We aren’t doing any more shows with her band anymore, and I want you to come on the rest of the tour with us. The Marauders don’t need an opener, but I do need you.”

You already knew what you were going to say, but it was fun to tease him a bit after what he did. “And what if I don’t come with you? Then what would you do?”

“I won’t do anymore shows.” James said seriously. “I’ll stay here with you. I’ll make a million gestures to make it up to you—well, I’ll do that anyways, but I’ll just make a million gestures at home.”

You scooted towards James’ side of the couch and picked up his hand to fidget with it. “Okay. I’ll come with you.”

James needed to make sure he heard your mumbled words correctly and his ears weren’t just telling him what he wanted to hear. “You will? Really?”

“Yes.” You confirmed. “Mostly because your manager would be pissed and all your fans would be heartbroken if you missed all those shows.”

You reached up to kiss him softly, thanking him for the apology and explanation.

“And you’re not mad at me?” He asked as you kissed his cheek. “You forgive me?”

“I trust that you won’t do it again and I’m staying with you, but you have a lot to do to make up for everything.”

“I’ll do anything.” He leaned down to kiss you again. It was more passionate than when you kissed him; he knew he had a lot more to thank you for than you did to him.

He let off your lips and gestured to the kitchen with a nod of his head. “And you saw the flowers? You like them?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Yes, James, I saw the flowers. They’re very pretty.”

“Good, ‘cause there’s a bouquet coming from every tour stop for you.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter angst #james potter fluff #rockstar!james #rockstar au #marauders era #rockstar!marauders #marauders fluff #marauders angst #ansgt with a happy ending

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Prompt 11 - Map

@jegulus-microfic February 11 Word count 924

Previous part First part

“I have a proposition for you,” Dumbledore said, his voice still quiet. Regulus knew whatever it was, he wasn’t going to like it, but it would probably be preferable to Azkaban.

“What do you want me to do?”

“You will turn spy for the Order. Whatever information you gather will be sent directly to us. It will, of course, be highly dangerous. I do hope your occlumency skills are well practised.” Regulus felt his blood run cold. In the back of his mind, he knew this was what would be asked of him.

He looked into Dumbledore’s steady eyes and knew he was just another piece to be used to win this giant game of chess the old wizard and Voldemort were playing. What Regulus needed to figure out was if he was a pawn or a piece of higher value.

“If you want me dead, Dumbledore, why not let your dog finish me off?” He pointed his chin in the direction of Moody.

“Because Mr Black, alive, you are useful.”

And that’s where he found himself, a spy for the order. He was no longer confined to the cellar, but he was still confined to the house while they came up with a plan.

“We could glamour him with bruises. That way, it’ll look like he escaped,” Sirius suggested.

“No, they’ll see right through that. The second he walks back through the door, they’ll finite him, and he’ll go back to normal.”

James and Sirius had been spitballing for hours about how to get Regulus back into Voldemort’s inner circle with the least amount of fuss.

“They need to be real. I’ll punch him if you want?” Remus put in, winking at Regulus.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Sirius nodded thoughtfully. Regulus had had enough.

“Oh, yeah, Sirius. Get your boyfriend to beat your brother up. That’s real nice.” James put a hand on his shoulder.

“Remus is strong and good at hitting just right. You’ll be well bruised, but he won’t waste a blow. You’d only need about three for enough bad bruising. Someone else that could give you ten and hardly leave a bruise.” Regulus mulled this over.

“Can you really do that?” He asked Remus. “Make it look good with that few strikes?” Remus shrugged.

“I’m good with my hands.”

“Yeah, he is.” Sirius felt the need to add his eyebrows wiggling to get the point across. Regulus, James and Remus all groaned at him.

“What? It’s true.” Sirius said innocently. “You’re the ones who took it the wrong way.”

“Only because you made sure we did.” Regulus and Sirius bickered back and forth until Remus stepped in.

“Right, so we’ve got his appearance down. We still have your robes, and they are ripped to shit where Mad-Eye got them. So, nothing to do there.” They all nodded along as Remus continued. “We need to sort out if Regulus makes a miraculous escape or if we set it up so he’s rescued. But if we go down the escape path. We could possibly use Sirius in this. You know, helping your brother escape. Or—” Regulus could see the quick calculations zipping behind Remus’s eyes. “Or, I do it. We use it as an in for me as well. They know I’m a werewolf, and they’ve been trying to get me for years. Greyback would welcome me with open arms. And then there would be two of us instead of just Regulus.” All excitement and joy left Sirius’s face, and Regulus watched his brother crumple before him in a way even Walburga had never managed to do.

“No,” His voice was hoarse. “No. I won’t let you. They’ll destroy you, Remus. I won’t let you.” Sirius grabbed Remus’s shoulders and shook him. “They’ll swallow you up, Remus. I can’t lose you.” Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius and slowly walked him out of the kitchen, leaving Regulus alone with James.

They stood silently for a while, waiting to see if Sirius and Remus were coming back. But when they heard Sirius’s motorbike fire up, they knew they wouldn’t be back for a while at least.

“Shall we finish going over those maps then?” James asked, breaking the silence. Regulus let out a sigh but pulled a map he’d been drawing towards himself.

There were three. Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor and Castle Lestrange. Regulus had spent hours walking around those houses in his youth, and since he’d left Hogwarts, waiting for others or on instructions. Sirius had helped where he could, mainly with Grimmauld Place, but Regulus knew more about the others, such as one of the many secret passages in Malfoy Manor that led from the library to the servant’s quarters. Even Mad-Eye had been impressed. The maps were going to be used to stage rescues and raids when Voldemort attacked the Ministry. Apparently, they had enough people to pull it off. They’d had to include Grimmauld Place, as that was a major meeting place for Voldemort supporters.

Sirius and Remus didn’t reappear until they were ordered to a few days later. Regulus had a feeling Sirius had been keeping Remus away to stop any more talk of him getting in with the werewolves and turning spy for the Order.

They sat around the kitchen table. Regulus, James, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Mad-Eye and Frank.

“So,” Dumbledore started the meeting. “Have you come up with a plan?” The four young men looked between themselves. Regulus looked up and met Dumbledore’s pale eyes, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

“Yes.”

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Taking the Evan’s to a waterpark

Tate Langdon:

•is grumpy at first

•wants to just stay at home and snuggle

•doesn’t like being around a lot of people at once

•once you convince him, he does end up having fun

•doesn’t really want to wear a swimsuit, not wanting everyone to see his scars on his arms

•ends up staying out of the water as much as he can (kinda impossible)

•he does have a fun time watching you though. Seeing you happy makes him happy too.

•he’s very clingy so he wouldn’t want to be away from you for even a second

•You go to get you both some food and he follows after you like a lost puppy dog

•holds your waist, just leaning against you as he tickles your neck with kisses

Kit Walker:

•agrees instantly

•takes the kids with you, so most of your time is spent watching them

•he is super protective over them and doesn’t take his eyes off of them for a second

•still gives you plenty of attention, not wanting you to feel left out

•gets you all ice cream

•keeps kissing you because ‘your ice cream tastes better’

•”Just have some then!”

•”I prefer it from your lips”

•cheesiest mother fucker out there. Like for real

•his kiddos shake their heads and mumble out some ‘ewwws!!’ And ‘daddy that’s gross!’

•once you’re all packed up and in the car, the kiddos fast asleep, he leans over and kisses you once more

•”Thank you for the idea, the kiddos loved it and I loved it. I hope you had fun too.”

Franken!Kyle Spencer:

•has no idea where you’re going or what it means

•is excited nonetheless because anywhere with you is fun for him

•he isn’t a huge fan of the heat or the sun, but the water helps him cool down

•doesn’t like going down the big slides, prefers keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground (same Kyle. Same)

•goes on the lazy river floaty things, wants to share one with you and gets upset when you tell him he can’t

•you let him hold your hand from his float as you two float down the river together

•wears himself out pretty quickly. Probably had asthma when he was alive and I dunno if he’d still have it after he was reanimated or not. But yeah.

•is out once you get back to the academy. Like doesn’t wake up till the next morning, super groggy but happy

Jimmy Darling:

•doesn’t want to leave the camp but you manage to convince him

•splashes you because he’s a little shit

•challenges you to go down all the big slides

•tries to get freaky with you in the pool

•”Jimmy! There’s people around!!”

•”if they watch, that’s their problem, doll”

•is super self conscious about his hands per usual, tries to wear gloves into the water :(

•”baby, don’t wear those.”

•”people will stare if I don’t”

•”Jimmy people will stare more if you wear them”

•he’d stubbornly take them off, keeping his hands behind his back unless he was in the water

•Overall, he enjoyed it, the water keeping him cool as you kept him company.

James March:

•so let’s say he can leave the hotel for more than just Halloween

•if he could, you’d find a way to get him to go to a waterpark with you

•he wouldn’t wear swim attire and wouldn’t want to get wet

•He's such a diva. It’s actually ridiculous at times

•”I will absolutely not get myself wet nor take off any article of clothing.”

•eye rolls on top of eye rolls

•stays dry while he smokes, just watching you

•he’s definitely a people watcher, just sits and examines everyone around him

•bides his time until you two leave

•doesn’t particularly enjoy it, but went through with it seeing how happy it made you

Rory Monahan:

•is totally down for the idea. Like super super excited

•wakes up super early to get ready and on the road. Wants to spend as much of the day there as possible

•total dork, pretending to ‘drown’ to see if any lifeguards would come to his rescue (they didn’t)

•He also likes to grab you and pull you under the water, which makes you mad, but he cracked up. The way you screamed when he grabbed your legs from behind.

•gets a shit ton of food for the both of you but ends up stealing yours too. Bro’s a snacker

•whines and complains when you tell him it’s time to go, begging like a child for ‘five more minutes’

Kai Anderson:

•keeps putting it off, telling you he’s too busy

•when you finally manage to get him to agree, you’re ecstatic.

•He acts all stoic and just watches as you go down the slides and swim around.

•you end up shoving him in to the pool, knowing you’ll pay for it later.

•He just kinda chills in the water after that. Just watching you, as well as other people around him, seeing if there were any potentially good cult members.

•You try to get him to just relax and enjoy the day, but he’s so in his mind that he can’t. He can’t rest, leaders didn’t rest

•You still tried your best to get him to enjoy his time there, and maybe he did, but he didn’t really show it

Mr. Gallant:

•Complains that he doesn’t want to get sunburnt, so you promise to put sunscreen on his back every half hour

•He also didn’t like wearing plain swim shorts because it was boring. He wasn’t boring.

•He sat at the water's edge for a bit and just dipped his toes into the water, eyes closed as he relaxed.

•Eventually jumps in once he gets too hot. Bobs around in the water, getting mad when kids or other adults bumped into him

•goes down the lazy river with you, trying to use his feet to flip you over out of your float

•Hates when his hair gets wet because he doesn’t like the way it looks when it dries naturally (hair stylist thingsss)

•still ends up getting sunburnt and swears he's never going outside without a shirt on ever again

Peter Maximoff:

•So excited to get you all to himself for a day just relaxing

•tries to use his mutant powers while in the water and ends up splashing water absolutely everywhere

•his powers don’t really work in water, it slows him down to an almost normal speed

•get snacks first. Food, food, food. This boy is always thinking about his twinkies. Doesn’t go an hour without eating something

•goes down the slides and absolutely cannonballs into the water.

•his hair sticks to his face and covers his eyes when he comes out of the water, making him huff.

•some people do recognize him, but luckily it doesn’t cause too much of a commotion and you’re able to enjoy the day

•such a little shit. Doesn’t matter where you take him, he will always act out.

•maturity level of an eight year old boys

•When you tell him it’s time to go, he runs away and hops back into the water, swimming away from you as fast as he can

•once he finally comes back to you, he’s still wet, fingers and toes wrinkled from the amount of time he’d been in the water.

•”look at me I’m so oldddd”

•he’d chase you back to the car

#evan peters #american horror story #evan peters icons #ahs fandom #ahs kyle spencer #ahs asylum #ahs coven #kyle spencer #tate langdon #kit walker #peter maximoff #james patrick march #evan peters characters #kai anderson #kit walker imagine #kit walker ahs #kyle spencer imagine #jimmy darling ahs

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harrywavycurly · 4 months

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Hi Sarah!! Happy New Year!! 🥳

I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your positivity and all of your posts. They’ve gotten me through some not so fun times this year and always put a smile on my face. I feel like I’ve been channeling a bit of Bucket of Sunshine Eddie the last few months, so I’m wondering how those two are doing. Did they enjoy their first New Year’s together?

~🐈‍⬛

Hiii babes!! Happy new year to you as well!!!🥳🥳 I am sooo happy to hear you enjoy my posts that means the world to me!! Ohhh how I do miss my little grumpy Eddie and his little ray of sunshine!! So I hope you enjoy these conversations from their New Year’s Eve together!!💖

-find everything Bucket of Sunshine here✨

“What’s all this shit for?” “It’s rude to-” “Sorry…hello sweetheart.” “Hi Eddie…now was there something you wanted to ask me?” “Yes..what’s all this shit for? We are just going to the lake to watch fireworks.” “Edward James Munson as if I’d ever show up to a party empty handed? It’s not polite.” “Baby it’s not a party it’s us and Steve who is bringing uhm…uh…what’s her name again?” “Her name is Heather…don’t call her Maggie like you did his last date.” “I didn’t mean to! I swear I thought it was Maggie…looked exactly like her…kinda creepy if you ask me…how he dates girls that all look the same.” “Well thank goodness no one did…now can you please put this in the van?” “Did…you…just insult me?” “No? I simply stated a fact? No one asked you if it was weird that Steve dates girls who kinda look the same.” “Sounded like an insult to me sweetheart…” “Then it also sounds like we need to get your hearing checked…now can you please put this in the van?” “Yeah yeah I’ll go put it in the van.”

“What are you wearing? You’re going to be freezing.” “It’s a dress? And won’t you be there to cuddle me?” “Well yeah but still that’s uhm…a lot of leg to show off when it’s cold as fuck outside baby…” “you don’t like it?” “No no…that’s uh not…what I said…” “I’ll be fine…I packed an extra blanket and I still have your jacket so I’ll be nice and warm.” “Stealing people’s clothes isn’t very nice you know that right?” “It’s not people’s clothes it’s just your clothes and you’re my boyfriend so it’s fine.” “Oh right…yeah that makes sense…you look really beautiful by the way.” “Thank you Eddie.”

“Here you go…don’t worry it’s nothing crazy it’s just cheese.” “Will you ever stop trying to feed me?” “No…now take the pizza and say thank you.” “Thank you sweetheart.” “You’re welcome…where is Steve? Have you talked to him since we got here?” “He said he’d be here in a bit but that was…over an hour ago…maybe him and Heather changed their minds and want to party alone.” “That’s rude to not tell the other people in your party that you’re no longer going to be attending…I packed him a snack so he wouldn’t get grumpy waiting till midnight.” “I see he didn’t get blessed with the politeness gene?” “Apparently not.” “Well if I’m being honest I’m glad it ended up being just the two of us…not that I don’t like hanging out with your brother but…you’re my favorite Harrington.” “Awe am I really? That’s so sweet…you’re my favorite Munson.” “Oh Wayne is gonna be so upset when I tell him you said that.” “I’ll tell him you’re lying.” “What? You’d lie to him just to make him happy?…I’m so shocked.” “You’re making fun of me aren’t you?” “Teasing you baby not…making fun of you…that sounds way more harsh.” “You love how nice I am to everyone…just admit it.” “I wish you’d be a little more strict on who you’re so nice to but…yeah…I love you and how nice you are.” “I love you and how hard you try to be an asshole…it’s cute.”

“You’re going to give me an anxiety attack with the way you’re so reckless with that sparkler….just hold it still until it burns out.” “Hold it still? That’s not fun Eddie don’t be lame.” “Me? Lame?…now that’s just downright rude baby.” “Am I really making you nervous?” “You always make me nervous.” “What? Why?” “I’m just always nervous you’re going to snap out of whatever daze you’re in and you’ll see me for who I really am and you’ll…run away like everyone else.” “Eddie…I do see you for who you really are and that’s someone who loves me and would do anything to keep me safe and happy…what else could I want from someone? I’m not going anywhere.” “I do always find myself having to keep you out of harms way…so please can you just…stand still while you have a sparkler in your hand?” “Fine…this better?” “Much…thank you.”

“Ohhh Eddie only thirty seconds till midnight!” “Time flies when you’re having fun doesn’t it sweetheart?” “It really does.” “Happy new year Sunshine…I hope this is just the first of many new years we’ll be spending together.” “Oh don’t worry you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future…I love you.” “I love you too.”

#bucket of sunshine convos #eddie munson series #Eddie Munson au #Eddie Munson x sunshine!reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #grumpy x sunshine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #bucket of sunshine series #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie Munson #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #my little dungeon master baby #🐈‍⬛ anon

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ourloveisforthelovely · 11 months

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What Friends Are For

Regulus Black/Sirius Black AU

Summary: Sirius didn't believe that Regulus was a death eater. It takes seeing things for himself to realize that his little brother is gone.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Remus x Sirius

Rating: Teen

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“This place is falling apart.”

Sirius commented as he looked around the nearly deserted Diagon Alley. James and Remus only nodded in agreement. No one really wanted to accept that the place that once brought them so much joy as children was now shit wrecked due to the stupid war. Neither Remus, Sirius, nor James wanted to think about how much their worlds had changed since graduating from Hogwarts.

They were supposed to be young adults enjoying their time before settling down…but that wasn’t happening. All three men had to grow up much faster than they wanted to.

“Hopefully everything can get back to normal soon.”

James said hopefully. He wanted to be the optimistic one, as usual. James wanted to give Sirius and Remus something to smile about. He hadn’t seen his two best friends smile in some time.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Remus murmured. He knew that James wanted to be optimistic and didn’t have the will to knock the optimism out of him.

We could all use the optimism.

Remus thought as Sirius elbowed him in the side.

“What is it?”

Remus asked. Sirius motioned to the other side of the alley where none of that then Regulus stood. You stood next to him whispering lowly while looking around for anything “off.”

“Wonder what they are doing out here?”

Remus asked. Sirius rolled his eyes. He hadn’t seen his younger brother in some time. It really was no shock to Sirius that Regulus didn’t notice him. Regulus wouldn’t notice Sirius if the two men were trapped in a crowded elevator together. Sirius knew that part of this was Regulus’ own choice. To Regulus, Sirius was dead to him and Regulus didn’t talk to dead people.

That didn’t make the sting of seeing Regulus any less painful. Whether they were speaking or not, Sirius still cared for Regulus. Seeing his younger brother was just another brutal reminder that Sirius had missed so much of his younger brother’s life over the past two years.

No longer was Regulus the kid that Sirius remembered. Now Regulus was a grown man. He had definitely grown into his haughty good looks. Something about Regulus worried Sirius though. Something was “off.” Regulus looked as if he had been awake for too long. He looked exhausted and whatever the two of you were whispering about was probably the reason why.

“Maybe looking for furniture for their new dream home?”

James replied. It was no secret to Remus, Sirius, or Remus that you had agreed to marry Regulus. There was a ridiculous marriage announcement in the Daily Prophet that made Sirius gag. While Sirius wasn’t shocked that you were marrying Regulus (the two of you had been attached to each other since childhood) he was shocked to see the wary expression on your face. Typically, you were always smiling. You were the one happy piece to Regulus’ moody puzzle. Today, you didn’t smile at all.

Regulus placed a hand on the small of your back and led you into the shadows of Knockturn Alley.

“Is it me or does the happy couple look like they don’t want to be followed?”

Remus said. Sirius frowned a moment longer before going off after the two of you. He didn’t know what he was going to say when Regulus turned around and started throwing hexes at him but for now, Sirius didn’t care. If the two of you were up to something then he wanted to know about it.

Rumors of Regulus being a death eater had reached Sirius some time before but he never thought much of it. Even if the Blacks supported Voldemort, surely Regulus would use that brain of his to say no…or so Sirius thought. Regulus wouldn’t let him down like that.

No, not my brother. Slytherin or not, Regulus wouldn’t join some moron. Whether we talk or not, Regulus is still my brother and I know him.

Sirius nodded at the thoughts going through his mind. He didn’t want to accept that Regulus was no longer the dreamy-eyed boy who loved poetry and art. Regulus wasn’t the boy that had actual dreams of doing something good with his life…and Sirius would never believe otherwise. He knew that there was good in Regulus.

James and Remus hurried after Sirius. They had a feeling whatever they were about to witness would tear Sirius apart in some way. Unfortunately, they would have to be the ones to “pick up the pieces.”

Sirius stopped and quickly hid beside a wall as the two of you stopped outside of a dimly lit pub. He watched as Regulus turned around and glanced over his shoulder. Regulus was clearly looking out for anything that should raise concern. Sirius breathed a sigh of relief when Regulus seemed pleased with seeing nothing but darkness.

It was you that stopped Regulus before he moved to open the door. You looked suddenly afraid and started to speak rapidly to Regulus.

“Come on Reg, don’t be doing something stupid. Don’t be putting her in danger too.”

Sirius whispered to himself. Regulus reached out to cup your face before whispering softly. He gave you a gentle smile that made Sirius sigh a sigh of relief. Regulus was kind to you. The relationship didn’t look like the kind of relationship that Walburga and Orion had. Orion would have never, in a million years, looked at Walburga that way. He sure as hell wouldn’t have comforted her.

Regulus leaned down to kiss you as the door of the pub opened. None other than Augustus Rockwood stood on the other side. He looked between Regulus and yourself with a sickening smile.

“Password?”

He said loud enough for Sirius to hear…then came the kick in the balls Sirius wasn’t expecting. Regulus rolled up his shirt sleeve and there on his arm was the dark mark.

Reg, no!

Sirius yelled in his mind. Seeing the dark ink on Regulus’ snowy skin made every fiber of Sirius’ being go crazy. Like Regulus, Sirius wasn’t great at emotions (having them, sharing them, feeling them) now he was a hurricane of rage and sheer heartbreak.

Turning away, unable to watch anymore, Sirius turned and stormed back to where James and Remus stood. Sirius couldn’t bring himself to meet their eyes.

They knew.

“Sirius…”

James started but stopped when Sirius shook his head.

“I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t stay a moment longer.”

Sirius was gone in the blink of an eye leaving Remus and James alone. James took a breath before meeting Remus’ eyes.

“You should go after him. He’ll need you.”

Remus frowned.

“He’ll need you too. He is going to need the both of us more than normal.”

James only nodded. There was nothing more that either man could say that the other wasn’t already thinking. Both James and Remus knew that Regulus was a death eater. They had known for a long time but hoped they were wrong…for Sirius’ sake. Now, given his reaction, both knew their fears were confirmed.

“We’ve got him. That’s what best friends are for.”

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