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mydearesthrry · 10 months

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hey love, im absolutely in love w your writing and wanted to ask if you could write something about harry asking reader/(y/n) out? maybe he’s super nervous cause he’s been crushing on her for awhile <3

obvious - h.s.

a/n: thank you for the request, lovie! this got a little messy but i hope i lived up to your wishes a little. enjoyyyy <3

🎀 warnings/cw: nothing, fluff ofc, harry being a little nervy boy

🐇 pairing: actress!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 1.1k

summary: y/n thought she was being so obvious- looks like she was wrong.

“You look incredible,” Harry mutters, eyes trying to stray off of his script in an attempt to memorize it for the scene the next day. “I’ve been thinking we should try something crazy…” He pauses, trying to let the scene play out as accurately as possible. “Let’s have a baby.”

A few beats pass. “What?” YN follows, a bewildered look in her eyes. Harry just smiles, eyes flicking down at his script, nodding when he remembered his line.

“I mean, not right this second, obviously, we don’t have time. But…” Throwing the words around in his head, trying to ignore his chest squeezing at how accurate his next words were in reference to her, “I love you, and I want more of you, and now I think I want a little you. I don’t know. It’d be an adventure.”

Their eyes catch each other, and they share a look that they both couldn’t explain even meant. YN dropped her gaze first before clearing her throat and shifting on the sofa. “Yeah, that was great, H. I think we’ll do well tomorrow.”

Harry sniffed and looked down at his script, flipping back to the title page. “Um– yeah, we will.”

Fuck. Harry thought. His hands kept fidgeting, left leg bouncing up and down. He wasn’t even anxious, per se, but he felt so incredibly nervous because of the pretty angel sitting next to him. He’d been pining over her since he was a teenager, watching all of her movies the day they came out, and listening to all of the tracks that she’d sung on every soundtrack. He even went on a spontaneous trip with the boys when they were in New York just to see her perform on Broadway.

So safe to say, when he got the call back that he’d gotten the role of Jack Chambers in Don’t Worry Darling, he was doing somersaults when he found out who his on screen wife would be. It felt crazy to him that his dreams from when he was in tenth year had finally come to fruition— kind of. The two had a weird relationship at first, YN being extremely closed off and standoffish at the beginning, but she slowly let Harry break down her cemented walls that she’s had up for so long. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, Harry was one of the only people that she allowed to get to know her– fully, at least.

“Okay, pretty boy, it’s getting pretty late, and I have an earlier call time tomorrow than you do, so I think I’m gonna head out now.” Standing up, she brushed off the front of her gray sweatpants, showing up to Harry’s flat in the most comfortable clothes possible since she knew she would be there for a while. She picked up their now empty wine glasses, them having shared a glass or two throughout the course of the night.

Harry didn’t give any response and an awkward silence filled the air, almost suffocating as YN stared at Harry in confusion. “H?”

Nothing.

Harry was lost in his thoughts, seemingly. I need to do it now, but what if she says no! What if I’ve been misreading her this entire time and she’s just being nice? But that wouldn’t even make sense, would it? She’s been picking up what I’ve been putting down… I think? Has she? Fuck… Wait, wait what? Is she leaving? Why’s she slipping her shoes on?

“Wait,” Harry managed to choke out, YN halting her movements immediately. “Don’t– um, don’t leave, please? Come sit down, I wanna… I wanna ask y’something.”

Fuck, he was really doing this.

“Been trying to tell you that I’m leaving for like, ten minutes now, Babe.” She laughed, toeing her shoe off, dropping the other one she had in her hand onto the floor.

“What’s up? What’s the matter?” She traced his face with her eyes, clocking his distant look that was written all over his face.

“Bug, have t’tell y’something, but if I’m wrong, y’have to tell me, promise?” Harry mumbled, eyes flicking down to his hands where he was fidgeting with his ringless fingers. His rings were in a velvety cinched bag that YN, of course, had gotten him at a little thrift shop they found.

“Promise, babe. Now, what is it, is everything okay?” She gripped the bottom of his chin in an attempt to get him to look at her. It began reminding her of the scene they filmed earlier of their characters in the living room in a very vulnerable state.

He was too nervous to say his next words to even realize she'd called him babe. “I… I- um- I don’t want this t’ruin our relationship, but I have t’tell y’cause it’s been basically eating at me, but I… I really like y’and I want nothing more than t’take y’out on a date. But, if y’don’t feel the same don’t worry! I jus’ didn’t want to not tell y’and ruin our friendship or anything, even though now I fear I’ve made it wors-”

“Oh my God,” She cut him off, giggles that soon turned into full on cackles filling the air. He watched her in fear, a worried look now on his face at the thought that she was laughing at him. “Harry, sweet boy, I would love to go out with you.”

“I- you- wha- what? I… I don’t think I understand?” He stumbled, her actions and words not adding up in his YN clouded brain.

“I thought I was being so obvious about how I felt about you, H. Sorry for not being more clear, that’s on me. Is this why you’ve been so distant and weird with me lately? You’ve been acting like this just ‘cause you have a crush on me?” She tried to understand, but by the look on his face she could see that he was really not getting what was even happening right now. “Babe, I’ve liked you since I watched you in the crowd of the first AMA’s you went to. I didn’t even get to meet you, but I’ve liked you since I’ve seen you, and it honestly’s gotten worse since I have to pretend to be your wife on screen.”

Harry was bewildered. “So, y’telling me, that all this time I’ve just had to ask? Instead of torturing myself every night?”

“Yeah, bug, that’s what ‘M telling you,” She giggled, moving closer to him on the couch. “We’re doing this backward, I think. How’s it that I’ve had your literal tongue in my mouth before you’ve even taken me out on a date?”

“Well, when you put it that way!” He laughs, pulling her onto his lap like he’s always wanted and waited to do. They sat in silence for a few beats, letting their eyes roam around their faces without worrying about the director yelling 'Cut!'.

“What’re you waiting for? Gonna ask me out officially?” She whispered, moving her face closer to Harry, them being able to now feel their breaths waft between them.

“Nah, gonna kiss y’first, officially as us, and not as Jack and Alice.” Harry mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

And when their lips finally touched as Y/N and Harry, the teenage boy in Harry was practically doing backflips and somersaults, knowing that his dreams had finally come true.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry edward styles #harry <3 #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles au #harry styles imagines #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x actress!yn

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digitaldiarystuff · 3 months

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False Hope

okay don’t kill me but the only reason this turned smuttish and not full on smut is because i don’t know if i can write it good so the story was supposed to be different but it’s okay right 🥺 let me know if you liked it pleaseee

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

summary: you’re close friends with Pedri and pretty much in love with him, pretending you’re not you went to comfort him but he seeks the comfort in a different way than you would’ve expected

genre: suggestive but not quite, angst

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“Hola, Pepi?” you asked walking in the house with the spare key after ringing the doorbell for 5 minutes, you were supposed to have a chill day at his place but he didn’t answer.

You figured he could’ve been resting giving the injury he’s had and maybe he forgot you were coming over. You and Pedri were good friends, you’ve met 2 years ago and were in a friend group together but soon enough your so-called friends dumped you which caused you to be depressed for a while but even though you were never the closest, Pedri was there for you.

He didn’t have to but still told all your ex friends off and even cut contact with most of them and you were grateful for his friendship. You may also have a slight crush on him since the day he argued on your behalf, you weren’t a weak person nor needed someone else to fight your battles but seeing him stand up for you was something not even your exes did and you couldn’t help but fall for him. He was just that sweet but you knew this was a stupid crush, boys like that belonged to supermodels and actresses not law students.

You slowly made your way into his home but there was nothing, you thought about going right back out but this would be an embarrassing story to tell him later. Oh yeah I broke into your home with a spare key and snooped around, lovely but as you were losing hope you heard the shower running.

Taking a deep breath you calmed yourself down and went into the kitchen, he’d probably not eaten anything since last night and you were mostly concerned about his mental state. Pedri had a tendency to blame himself for things he didn’t have control over and it honestly broke your heart. He was always trying his best at anything and going above and beyond but sometimes life’s just like this and you need to accept reality and stop putting pressure on yourself. You started to make some pancakes, that could make him feel better.

“Y/N?” a voice came behind you and you dropped the spoon in your hand from the shock.

“Oh my… You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed putting the spoon in the sink.

“I’m the one whose house is broken into and you’re angry at me.” he clipped back and you got a good look at him, his hair was wet and he wasn’t wearing a shirt just sweatpants but you couldn’t even care about his perfectly toned body because his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags under them showing you he’d been crying for a long while.

“I’m sorry Pepi.” you said and lunged at him throwing yourself at his arms and he was quick to catch you.

He didn’t say anything just held you close, he looked like he really needed this.

“How are you feeling?” you asked already knowing the answer and tried to pull back but he didn’t let you. Just then you realized the state you were in, his naked and moist chest against you and you couldn’t control your body’s reaction against him, slowly tracing his back with your fingers. You knew you shouldn’t think about him like that, especially not now but his hot breath on your neck was turning your legs into jelly and his breath was getting uneven every time you got to his neck slowly caressing the hair on it.

Meanwhile his hands weren’t still either, he was stroking your sides and hips absentmindedly but he was just doing it to calm himself, right? Just then he pressed a feather like kiss on the nape of your neck making your breathing stop. He could sense it and chuckled lowly but didn’t stop. Pedri kept placing innocent kisses all along your neck and behind your ear and your hands were still holding him tightly. When he found the spot that made your knees go weak you exhaled and made a small noise.

“Pedri”

“Shh” he said and kept going, his kisses were more sensual and open mouthed now and one of his hands found your hips pulling you harshly into him. Your body was quickly on fire, his touch burning your skin.

You felt all your logic go out the window as he started sucking on your neck possibly leaving a mark but at that moment he could do pretty much anything and you couldn’t stop him. He finally stopped his attack on your neck and leaned his forehead against yours eyes closed, you knew you could’ve stopped him right then and there but your judgement was too clouded with the feelings you had for him. You wanted him to kiss you but he was taking his time so you hastily leaned in kissing his lips like you wished all this time. He didn’t even lose a second and started devouring you. His lips were made for you and you’ve never felt this electricity with any boy you’ve kissed. You wanted Pedri, you wanted more. You’ve been patient, you’ve waited for a long time for him to give you this kind of attention but in the back of your mind you also knew he was at a low point and was worried this could be bad for both of you. Your friendship was on the line.

“Pedri, um”

He kept silencing you with his movements and even went as far as unbuttoning your jeans and inching his hand slowly inside. He was agonizingly slow and too fast at the same time, it felt like a movie. You held his forearm not sure whether to pull it back or push it where you need him the most but you just couldn’t.

“Pedro.” you said with a final will, you knew if he reached inside your pants there was no going back and you didn’t even want to go back but you were also afraid of being used just for once. Were you ready to be a bandaid only used at a crisis time?

When he heard you call his full name he suddenly stopped and leaned back, you’ve never seen him like this and it took everything in you to not lean in and close the distance letting him have his way with you however he pleased. His eyes were even darker and filled with lust in contrary to how they’ve been when you arrived, his lips were plump and he was breathing heavily. He’s never looked so sexy in your eyes but as soon as he came to realize what he’s been doing he panicked.

“Y/N I’m so so sorry I don’t know what happened I…”

“It’s okay. Um, really it’s fine I mean you’re feeling bad and I was near so I understand you don’t have to…” you trailed off but couldn’t even pretend it was really okay.

For a second you thought maybe this was real and he wasn’t just into you now that you’re here to heal him but that all went away as soon as he started to talk. You put a sad smile on your face and turned back.

“I should get back to the pancakes.”

“You don’t have to” he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“No it’s fine really, I need to head out after I finish these anyway.”

“What, why? Where are you going?” he asked panicking, you knew he was going to blame himself for this too but in the two years you’ve known him this was the first time he really was to blame. You blinked back a tear in your eye and answered him.

“I just have some errands to run, maybe I’ll see you next week.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, you even thought he left the room until spoke again.

“Oh okay.”

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hergrandplan · 1 month

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Hey Nina 💜,

I was wondering about 🌀❄️🌩️ for the writer asks.

Hope you're having a beautiful day!

Hi Sophia, I hope you're having a wonderful day too!!

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Simply because @bigalockwood shared her end of the deal... (like hers, I am writing summary right now, no other part of this fic exists yett but... it will. this summary is a lot less long though so i apologize if you expected more sakldgj)

If there's one thing you can be sure about when it comes to a Simon Eriksson music video, it's that Wille's going to be in it, one way or another.

Or: despite growing protests of directors and producers, Simon and Wille do everything in their power to get Wille a cameo in every. single. music video

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

okay i took the longest time debating over what to share and mostly, whether im not plugging this fic that won't go up for months too much but.... have the first few passages of a fic that i'm way too excited about

“I’m going to the Oscars, of course I’m going to bring my best friend as a plus one.”

The video cut to a shot of Felice Ehrencrona, former-actress-turned-food-influencer, walking arm in arm with former Crown Prince Wilhelm, laughing at some joke the audience wasn’t privy to. Simon scrolled past it, onto the next video, the same trend but a different person. “I’m an older sibling, of course”. He closed the app, choosing to stare out the window, watching the LA skyline pass by instead.

Why the Oscars thought it a smart idea to also start inviting influencers, despite the backlash other award shows like the Grammy’s and even the MET gala had received over doing exactly that, was beyond him.

It’s not like anyone actually cared enough about them, and people would only complain about it online.

Plus, what right did they have to be there? It was an award show for actors and actresses. And sure, Felice had done some acting gigs in the beginning of her career, but that was years ago. Inviting influencers took the whole prestige out of it. And to bring the former crown prince with her on top of that? Ugh.

Simon already found it hard enough that he had to deal with actual celebrities who’d probably manage to complain about every minor detail, and now he had to deal with influencers as well? Who somehow had gotten the thought in their head that they were even better than anyone else?

And not to mention a former crown prince, who probably had everything that ever happened to him, every opportunity, just handed to him on a silver platter, and who had never been told no or what he could or couldn’t do.

Maybe Simon should also hop on the trend.

“I’m going to be working at the Oscars, of course someone is going to yell at me because I brought them a regular coke instead of a diet.”

What a glamourous life he had.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

Simon sat down on the couch next to Wille, the widest grin possible on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. “I met someone. And I’m pretty sure he’s the one.”

“You said that about the previous guy. And the guy before that. And the guy before that.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m sure of it.” Simon fell back against the couch cushions, and ran a hand through his black curls. “He’s sweet, and considerate, and incredible in bed. I mean the way he–“

“Okay, okay, I do not need to hear you go on about your sexual escapades again, please. Where did you meet him?”

Simon’s hand got stuck in his curls, and he blushed. Actually blushed, and that’s how Wille knew the answer.

“Please don’t say the club.”

Simon didn’t reply.

“Simon, we talked about this. Not every guy you fuck is the one.”

Come ask me about WIPs! (and i have too many so repeats are fine)

#i have like . 2 wips im actually working on versus a bunch of wips that are just a few paragraphs #so there are only a few things i can actually pull answers from

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lyak12 · 1 year

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i luved ur recent nat fick! I have an idea for another a fick with scarlett and reader but only if you like this idea

so maybe reader is also an actress and has to film a scene in water but doesnt dry off afterward and ends up getting like the flu/cold and then Scarlett is also a producer and is now all worried because she personally didnt think the scene was necessary for the movie but now reader is sick from it so she takes her back to the trailer to sleep. ♥️

no presure though, luv ur work so much 😙

A/N: Thanks so much anny for this req and I'm sooo sorry that it took me so long write. I know you've send it a while ago.. however I really hope you like it. It's not as long as I would've hoped but I hope it'll do:)

Warnings: non just fluff:)

Unnecessary cold

Word count: 763

Summary: you catch a cold through some unnecessary circumstances

You had been discussing this scene with Scarlett for days already. While she thought it was not necessary for the movie, you were excited to shoot it.

You have been working on this new action movie with Scarlett for a few weeks already, and it has been great so far. It wasn’t often that you got to work on the same set as your wife. While she was playing the other lead role, she was also one of the executive producers.

„Scarlett it’s gonna be so much fun“, was what you told her. However, the water you were meant to crawl out of was freezing. It didn’t bother you too much as you shot the scene, but you never got the time to dry off afterward since you immediately continued shooting.

The next day, you felt the consequences of that. You woke up with your head pounding, your nose completely stuffed up, and your throat felt like you were swallowing razor blades. As you turned around to bury your head into Scarletts chest, you found her side of the bed empty. Lifting your head confused, you could see her side of the bed made as good as she could and find a little note on her pillow.

Hey Baby,

You looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.

I’m on set already. I see you later.

I love you so much

Scarly xx

You couldn’t help but smile, almost forgetting how miserable you were feeling for a second. Peeling yourself out of bed, you get yourself presentable and make your way to set. In hair and makeup, you realize how bad you were actually looking. You’re so pale that the makeup artist had to put on an extra load of makeup and bronzer just to make you look somewhat healthy. You apologized to her, but she just smiled sadly, giving your shoulder a warming squeeze.

Coughing your way through dressing into your costume, you honestly never hated it more. Your corset like top that used to be only slightly uncomfortable was making it really hard to breathe now.

By the time you finally got to set you were ready to go home already. The fever you were probably running was making you slightly woozy and you just felt miserable. Eventhough you were trying not to show it, Scarlett immediately could tell.

Usually Scarlett rarely broke character however as she saw you she just stopped talking and walked up to you.

“Baby, are you okay?”, she asked, worried. “Scar, what about the scene?”, you asked instead of answering her question before coughing into your elbow harshly. She turned to the director and said “See I told you that scene yesterday was shit!”. You were surprised to see her getting so angry immediately, but she was very protective over you.

Placing a hand on your stomach over your corset, you try to take a deep breath, only partly successful. She saw that you were struggling, so she said “Come on let’s get you to the trailer. You need to rest”, she said, but you wouldn’t just give in. “But what about the schedule? I’m okay”, you say but are immediately wrecked with coughs again. “Oww”, you mumble, grabbing your throat. The cough only making your throat hurt even more. “Yeah, you’re in no state to film. Come on, let's go”, she said and laid a hand on your back, guiding you back to the trailer. You stopped her shortly and turned away from her, sneezing into your elbow.

“Bless you darling”, she said gently and rubbed over your back. Making your way to the trailer, you realize how exhausted you were. Maybe Scarlett was right. You needed to lay down. Once inside, she closed the door and said “Turn around Baby”. You did as you were told, and she opened up your corset, you finally being able to breathe a bit better. Once she helped you get changed, you leaned heavily against her. She kissed your forehead, seeing the caked on makeup on your face. She picked you up and carried to the small bathroom. Sitting you down next to the sink, she grabbed a makeup wipe and gently started to wipe off your makeup.

You were already falling asleep at her gentle touch. Once she cleaned your face with some cleanser, she also applied some moisturizer and carried you to the small bed. You were deeply asleep at that point, and Scarlett couldn’t help but smile at you.

After placing a kiss on your forehead, she whispered “Sleep well, baby. I love you so much”.

#scarlett johansson x reader #sickfic #sick scarlett johansson x reader #sick scarlett #scarlett fluff

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fanfixes · 2 years

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I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT BAD PRESS & THE POSSIBLE PITFALLS OF BRIDGERTON (IN GENERAL)

I’ve held it in for long enough. This is a rant.

I didn’t become a fan of Bridgerton until Season 2. Sure I watched it, because I was interested in Luke Thompson’s Benedict, I read a couple of the books before the series was released and so, yeah - I was interested BUT I wasn’t hooked.

I, just like many others, fell in love with it SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE of Kate Sharma. Simone Ashley’s performance was beautiful, engaging, enlightening, riveting. SHE made me want to tune into what the show has in store for later seasons, when Season 1 didn’t cut it for me.

I could feel her characters burdens, the unfairness lodged on her shoulders, the loneliness of having to control the chaos around you and the overall injustice of dealing with a spoilt sister in a spoilt society.

All the actors in Season 2 did a great job, but Simone Ashley was the main actress. Yet, she wasn’t treated as such.

LOOKING BACK AT HOW THEY HANDLED HER INTRODUCTION TO SOCIETY, IT WAS PLAINLY BAD PRESS.

She didn’t have enough interviews with Jonathan Bailey alone. They paired them along with Charithra Chandran / Nicola Coughlan. Which didn’t make sense.

So, fans started making reels, cropping Charithra out because their focus was on #Kanthony (which, might I add, made me feel bad for Charithra).

There were promotional posters / pictures / interviews of the casts WITHOUT Simone Ashley. The focus was on Edwina, Eloise, Penelope, Colin. If you want to include them, great, BUT WHERE ARE YOUR MAIN CHARACTERS?

Alluding to my post on Rings of Power, I get that interviews and cast appearances cost money, so its understandable that Netflix couldn’t afford as many as ROP did BUT given the notion, shouldn’t they have arranged the pairings wisely?

Many fans, like me, depend on these interactions. I’d say that they are an investment to the show as a whole. Failing to know which pairings should have focus and more press is simply just... bad management.

WHICH DIDN’T MAKE ME SUSPICIOUS OF THE SHOW’S TRUE NATURE AND COMPLETE DISREGARD FOR THE THINGS THEY (ALLEGEDLY) STAND FOR, UNTIL THE EXECS STARTED BREAKING THE FORTH WALL AND DISHED OUT THEIR RECKLESS OPINIONS.

Shonda’s favourite couple on Bridgerton is King George and Queen Charlotte. They are not even a pairing in the books. I get that she wrote the first episode of the spin-off, but that answer is so dense. Fans know, when anyone asks you which is your favourite Bridgerton couple, you go for the main 8 love stories, not the side characters.

The Execs don’t know how to play their audience. If you’ve come this far, you already know how disrespectful the execs have been to Jane Austen, Simone Ashley and to canon Bridgerton arcs. They are reckless with their opinions, offensive, dismissive, rude and arrogant about the shows short lived success. I say short lived, because the more these execs speaks, the more I become sceptical about how they’re going to treat S3 and subsequent seasons.

SHONDA CALLED SIMONE’S PORTRAYAL OF KATE RIDING A HORSE WHORE-ISH. This is the most recent exchange and reckless comment the exec dished. It also spurred me on to write this post. This is shocking coming from a woman whose platform is diversity - I hope it isn’t telling us what production really views their first female lead of colour.

The show is losing its take on diversity which they made their selling point and banged on endlessly in interviews. With the unnecessary character additions, who are mostly white (in a season where the leads are white), will eventually water down the whole mission they set out to achieve. Sure, your BG actors, one or two of the grandchildren (who won’t have lines) would be POCs, but DIVERSITY means these POC characters do more than serve ornamental roles. Otherwise, how are you different from any other show?

I AM AFRAID THAT THE SHOW IS LOSING ITS VISION (or worse, that I was deceived about it from the start)

Too many side plots - Season 2 implicitly sets up Penelope’s family, not her story (mind you) because whatever happened to them in S2 can be easily made irrelevant in S3 (or already is). It was that whole charade with the Featherington’s that made the pace of the show choppy and reduced the amount of time we had to uncover Kate’s story. Kate isn’t just a wife to another Bridgerton, she will be the Viscountess Bridgerton, taking over for her mother-in-law. It is a vital maternal role in the family. Nothing about her past is showcased. In fact, I’d say, with the presence of Lady Mary and her parents, Edwina had more story than Kate.

Skipping Benedict’s Season will ruin and mess-up timelines / storylines / main character arcs, the family dynamics... I can’t even. I mean, Eloise is supposed to be close to Sophie before she meets Phillip. She runs away after Pen get’s married. With Pen marrying first, and Sophie no where to be found, how is the story going to flow? (and this is just one of the many examples).

Irrelevant, unneeded, character additions to the Bridger-verse - It happened with Sienna, Theo and will happen with all the NEW characters announced to be in S3. Look I get it, book-to-series adaptations need more character fillers, BUT this isn’t a normal book to movie adaptation. It sorta works as a limited series BECAUSE the leads change every season. When this happens, what happens to these additional characters is, they could very well disappear. And that story left unaired or incomplete becomes a waste of emotions and screen time. It could also, unfortunately, cause audiences to lose interest in the programme.

ON THAT NOTE, THE STORY IS ABOUT THE BRIDGERTONS and THEY SHOULD’VE FOCUSED ON THAT! They have a wealth of material to explore the individual Bridgertons personalities. Instead of keeping them as background characters until “their love story climaxes” (to quote Luke Newton) why not draw them out now?! The actors claim that they’re not BG characters / not waiting in the wings before their season, which I agree, but there isn’t enough about them that we know off for audiences (specially those who haven’t read the books) to be invested in. Not everyone does character studies, not everyone is going to obsessively rewind their scenes to notice their subtle character notes.

In fact, fans love the family interactions. ABC, Ben and Eloise, Anthony with Gregory/Hyacinth. CMON!

This brings me back to the point that the show-runners have no idea what works or what the fans want because THEY ARE NOT LISTENING.

If they focused more on all the other Bridgertons, they’ll realise that viewers have someone to root for, to enjoy before their season as leads come, and they’ll be more invested knowing that its worth investing into.

Netflix has been going on a cancellation spree, and while I doubt Bridgerton will be one to be cancelled soon, I fear it might stop at Season 4, REGARDLESS of all of Shonda’s promises or desires to have 8 seasons. To me those promises have become empty. Which is so sad, seeing that the show has so much potential to be one of a kind.

The wrong people are running it, as seen more and more by the audacity and lack of understanding the execs, whom the cast and crew have done nothing but been respectful to in their interviews, have shown.

Keep in mind, that regardless of how good a show is, if people don’t like the execs, it can be a cause for a show’s failure. Rings of Power is a good example to go by. Don’t worry Darling, which had a lot of negative press during its promotion caused the movie to fail, even when it wasn’t that bad of a movie, to be fair.

Why is it, that execs, after reaching a certain level of power and influence fail to guard their callousness?

!!!Pride is the bane of their existence, and funnily enough, the object of their all their desire!!!

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dionnova · 1 month

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𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: courtney eaton

full name: dion huang

nickname(s): d

pronouns & gender: she/her & ciswoman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: july 17, 1996

birth place: albany, australia

occupation: singer/occasional actress

family: father - theodore huang | mother - amira barrett

BACKGROUND / BIO

if it wasn’t for her dad, dion wouldn’t have made it out of st marys alive. her mental health was in shock at what happened that night and she couldn’t go another day of acting like nothing happened. so she begged him to leave, all she could do was hope that this will never come back to haunt her. she gave up cheerleading and finished school in california trying her best to put everything and everyone behind her.

dion knew from the moment she entered this world that she was the star in her father's eyes, theo showered her with so much love that she didn't know what to do with it all but it was the complete opposite when it came to her mother. she understood the term mothers are their daughter's worst enemy a little too well because her whole life it felt like dion was in competition with her. anytime her father, gave her any type of affection it came with endless amounts of complains from her mom that it made her want none of it. if dion got something from her dad she had to pretend that it didn't mean the world to her just so that the moment wouldn't be ruined but the look on her dad's face would tell her that that was worse.

then one day, when she came home early from school (college) and heard a noise upstairs, she found amira underneath the married man from next door. was she shocked? of course. but was she surprised by it? not at all. not when she has never seen her mother give her dad an ounce of love. her father always told her that it was because she had rough childhood and didn't know how to really love. all these years, dion and her father dealt with it and this was how she had repaid them. as if that wasn't bad enough, when the divorced happened, amira tried to hurt them by saying that she wasn't his daughter but that didn't change anything. they both knew that they were family.

after that, most of her days were spent with her dad. one of the things she had in common with him was that they both loved to sing and write songs, she learned from him how to tell stories through music. her father wrote songs for so many artist that he was signed with that she lost count. it had always been a dream of dion's to follow in his footsteps but she didn't want be in his shadow. she disguised herself as nova on tiktok so she could play her own music and that lead her to get discovered by a music label. finding that she had more to offer than just her looks. it felt so natural and she didn't know how she never noticed that she was meant for more, that she could go beyond what her looks can take her.

like every high, dion knows that there must be a fall and it was only time that it all came crashing down. she have only wanted to leave the past in the past and forget all about what happened but as her nightmare grow constant, there was no letting go. so she convince her dad to move back, away from her mother. in reality, she found comfort in sharing the nightmare with zeppelin. someone that she had known her entire life and someone she could go to, to talk about what happened.

THIS IS MORE OOC INFORMATION

she's a nepo baby first and foremost but she has a passion for having fun which includes acting here and there but music is very important to her. i would say her dad is somewhat like phil collins (musician, singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and writer) and her music gives of jackson wang vibes. a little chinese and mostly english. her details about her relationship with chris will go here, i just need to get her story straight about a few things first.

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thecountessofkilmartin · 2 years

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I was going through Fran's tag and saw that there is a whole discourse about her hair colour and I got to get something out ouf my chest: I always thought it was lazy writing the whole "blonde sister/brunette sister" trope with Daphne and Eloise to highlight how different they are. Imo it would have been much more interesting they having different personalities and similar looks (at least in coloring), because now it is like "the blonde one is popular and likes pink and boys while the brunette one is brainy and likes books and politics"

You’re absolutely right, and this is exactly how I feel about this too. I have been trying to understand their decision to recast Ruby, and even though I’ve been able to make peace with it, I still can’t stop questioning certain things about it. Hannah is a wonderful actress and she’s also insanely beautiful. She might be able to portray Frannie really well and add something of her own to the character, so my problem isn’t with her but with the costume & hair/make-up departments. Let’s say that they cast Hannah for her talent (which is understandable), but why would they try to take away everything that Ruby’s portrayal of Fran represented in the first two seasons? (I’m talking about the aesthetics of the characters not the acting ofc).

I have no issues with any of the characters being blonde, but as you said, it’s the deep meaning and implications of that choice that make me question things. Francesca is supposed to be this extraordinarily beautiful character (at least in Michael’s eyes) and I’m wondering why she has to be blonde to be considered as such. Isn’t Ruby (who is a brunette) just as beautiful in her own way? And if she had to be recast for whatever reason, why couldn’t the new actress they chose have the same colored hair? I get what you mean about Daphne and Eloise too. And they’ve made things more confusing by changing up Eloise’s hair color and making it lighter now that she’s embraced her femininity a bit and seems to show an intrest in men.

They made some progress with the addition of Sharmas in season two when it comes to representing and celebrating many kinds of female beauty. But even then it wasn’t done properly because they butchered the representation of their culture a lot. And now they’ve taken another step back by setting a standard for beauty in this fictional world by insinuating that women with a certain body type and lighter hair are considered more beautiful (even if that notion is confined to the older sisters of the Bridgerton family). I know none of this was confirmed by the writing of the show, but if you and I can see it, the general audience (which is made up of many young girls who are influenced by the media they consume) must be able to see it too. And that is what’s wrong with this.

With that being said, I think we have to have an open mind when it comes to Hannah’s casting. It’s not her fault that the hair and make-up department has made certain choices for her character. And I hope that the casting directors will branch out more when it comes to the casting of future female leads and try to celebrate all kinds of beauty (no matter the shape, color, and size). But like I always say, I’m not expecting much from this show.

#francesca bridgerton #bridgerton #asks

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daniel306gaming · 1 year

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¿What if Peter-Two lost his powers in Spider-Man 2?

To: Tobey Maguire, Sam Raimi and Marvel Entertainment

Intro

¿What if events went differently in the Raimiverse? ¿What if Peter-Two lost his powers forever in Spider-Man 2? In today’s fan fiction we’re going to be exploring what would have happened if Peter-Two had completely lost his powers to the point of no return and losing Spider-Man in the process. ¿How can this affect Spider-Man 3 and his appearance in No Way Home going forward? This is an original what if created by me taking inspiration from the 1967 Spider-Man No More storyline while following the mythology of Spider-Man and the timeline of the Raimiverse. Without wasting anymore time sit back and relax and enjoy this fan fiction.

Story

The events of Spider-Man 2 were playing out the same as in your universe. Peter Parker's life wasn’t turning out the way that he had hoped it would as he was stressed and running out of steam. Unfortunately things were happening to him everywhere all at once as the Daily Bugle was unrelenting in their reporting about him in frustration but he decided to stop taking photos of himself as Spider-Man to sell to them and as a result of that J. Jonah Jameson was threatening to fire him if he did not have any new photos of the bug. His job as the delivery driver for Joe's Pizza was over because he was always late for his shifts as the last straw was when he had failed to deliver seven pizza boxes in the time frame of a half and hour which had automatically made the pizza free for the customers but his boss Mr Aziz didn’t waste anytime in firing him saying that Peter was holy unreliable and school was no better too. He arrived for his classes after they were over as his grades were declining and he had an overdue paper about fusion to submit to Dr.Connors. He planned to write about the research undertaken by Dr Otto Octavius as he was a physicist who was working with Oscorp but there was a impending threat by Dr.Connors to give Peter a failing grade if that paper was not submitted and Peter really wanted to do better. There was just no time to do any of this stuff at home as Aunt May was already defaulting on the mortgage because there wasn't enough money to keep paying it anymore because Uncle Ben was dead and there was not enough income to keep paying the bills on the house. Peter wished he could help but he was broke with no money anymore and he couldn’t bear to look at her in the eye. While she was struggling like that his love life wasn’t any better as he tried severely to build a relationship with Mary Jane Watson but he kept letting her down and she had gotten accepted as an actress in a play. He had never made it to see any of them as he had actually bought tickets several times but something had always come up to make him miss them and in his defense Spider-Man’s duties stopped him on concentrating on his relationships with Mary Jane and his friends and now it was strained. MJ faulted him for treating her like she wasn’t important after all and Harry Osborn and May had always seen her plays but Peter himself had never showed up and the worst of all he was losing his spider powers. He was unable to shoot webs and climb walls. It seemed the stress had finally gone to him as he tried severely to function but he kept failing his eyesights became bad again like they had when he did not have the powers and he now had to use his old eyeglasses to see properly again. He was frustrated and sad but he decided to stop trying to regain his powers. He took it as a sign that he needed to fix up his life but Peter arrived at the house to a surprise party for he had totally forgotten that it was his birthday and Harry Osborn and Mary Jane were there. Along with them was May as they had even made a cake for him but he was grateful to see them there and Harry was not happy with Peter for taking photos of Spider-Man who he blamed for the death of his father Norman Osborn. Harry didn’t fail to let his displeasure known and felt by Peter. Peter then told Harry that he wanted to write a paper about the research of Dr.Octavius as on hearing about Dr.Octavius Harry brightened up and said that the physicist was marvelous and his research would fetch Oscorp a lot of money. Harry went on to say that he would be happy to introduce Peter to Dr Octavius and Peter agreed the next day. Peter walked into Oscorp alongside Harry Osborn as Harry was on high hopes and chanting happily. He greeted Dr.Otto Octavius and introduced him to Peter Parker. Parker said that he was writing a research paper on Autumn and his research. The scientist on his part smiled humbly and told Peter to take his studies seriously. He also said that Oscorp was doing well by funding his research Harry cut and said that he was happy to do so since Dr.Octavius’s discovery was revolutionary science and earned Oscorp a big load of money at best. Harry left the room as Mrs.Octavius came in and met Peter. She talked about how she met and fell in love with him and she was happy she had left. Peter looked around and saw what he rightfully guessed as the source of Harry's excitement. Dr.Octavius said that it was his design to initiate and sustain the fusion. He explained that it would be a perpetual sun constantly supplying renewable energy as Peter somehow expressed concern about the stability of this fusion reactor but he said that the slightest miscalculation could be catastrophic at that while Dr.Octavius snapped at Peter saying that the stabilizing fusion was his life’s work and he knew what he was doing and what would happen if the reactor was not stabilized. Peter said that he did not mean to offend Dr.Octavius and the scientists relaxed. Dr.Otto Octavius remarked that Peter's intelligence was nice as he said that intelligence was a gift and the gift was used to better the lives of all mankind. After more talk Octavius said that he needed to leave to prepare for the presentation later that night and history will be made. Peter then said that he would leave too because he had plans to attend the public presentation of the new fusion reactor as Harry Osborn was beside himself with excitement but Peter stood with him among the small crowd of investors, scientists and journalists. Dr.Otto Octavius began his speech with a joke which everyone laughed to as he told everyone that he had created a fusion-based energy source which would provide clean and sustainable energy for the world. Dr Octavius soon unveiled a set of 4 arms as he called them inhibitor chips which were created for the purpose of creating fusion but they were impressive to heat and magnetize. He then connected himself to the arms as he said that all the arms were controlled by a neural link which was connected to his brain but Peter was astounded by what he saw and Dr Octavius explained that the arms could create and control fusion in an environment that no human hands could ever operate in. A journalist who was however skeptical claimed that the advanced artificial intelligence which powered the arms could assess superiority over the commands of Otto Octavius’s brain as Dr.Octavius replied that he was aware of the risks but that's why he had created an inhibitor chip located at the base of his skull and its function was simply to make sure that he remained in control of the arms. On hearing that Harry sighed adding approvingly that Dr.Octavius moved onto the reactor's arms as he retrieved an element of tritium which he said was produced through the financial aid of Harry Osborne and Oscorp Industries. Harry happily announced that he was glad to pay the bills as Dr.Octavius through the use of his arms dropped the tritium in the middle of the sun but its state suspended in the middle and he then put on a pair of dark glasses to shield his eyes with a few taps on the computer by his side. Octavius activated the reactor which concentrated energy currents on the tritium and activated it. A moment later a golden sun the size of a gem ball appeared as the audience were surprised to see how the tritium worked but 2 seconds later a technician managing the computer screens announced that they had a successful fusion reaction and there was a loud boom. He further said that they were now preceding a thousand megawatts surplus of electricity as the applause got louder but Harry Osborne was beaming with pride and then things began to go wrong. All the metal in the room began leaning to the reactor which were people's necklaces, earrings, rings and even the metal lamp holders were all leaning to the reactor. Peter watched with a rising concern as the energy began spiking and Dr.Octavius was working to control it. A computer began beeping fast and Octavius nervously informed the crowd that the reactor was stabilized. However, the reactor did the exact opposite as the technician announced that there was a containment breach just as all the metal pieces flew right into the reactor but one of the fusion energy rings flew into the ceiling and the crowd gasped. They began to run away as Octavius look at his wife who was watching him with fear in her eyes but a computer cabinet began flying towards the reactor and Osborne was in the way. At the time Harry was screaming to Dr.Octavius to unplug the reactor but the scientist wasn't listening as Peter saw the cabinet heading for Harry and without thinking he stretched out his arms and shot webs but the webs did not come out. He ran to Harry and knocked him out of trajectory of the cabinet just in time. Harry thanked Peter as the glass windows and its metal panels were pulled by the magnetic force of the reactor but it went right into the only two people in its way which were Dr.Octavius and his wife. The mechanical arms shielded Dr.Otto Octavius but his wife wasn't so fortunate as the glass penetrated her skin killing her instantly and Octavius screamed. Then another breach happened as a ring of energy touched his skin and electrocuted him. The force of the electrocution destroyed the inhibitor chip as Peter then ran to the wall and pulled out all the cables that connected the electricity to the reactor. The metal then expanded and collapsed in on itself. The lying waste to the reactor had rendered Dr.Otto Octavius unconscious as Peter Parker's life wasn't getting any better but the front page of the Daily Bugle said it all and crime was up by 75% and he wasn't able to do anything about it because technically he wasn't Spider-Man anymore. He didn't have the powers to even claim the name as he stood by the newsstand on the street that evening thinking over the events that had happened over the past few days while Octavius with his extra 4 arms was on the loose having robbed the bank and there was no one to stop him. Harry was in depression as the stalks of Oscorp Industries had tanked after the fusion incident and the company was on the verge of filing bankruptcy. The way things had turned out bad for Harry was just sad and Peter was just helpless. His powers hadn't returned so there was little to do about crime in New York and to make matters worse Aunt May had been served with a foreclosure notice because she had not defaulted on the mortgage payment. She was going to leave the house and live in an apartment. He felt bad that he didn't have any money to settle the debt and the bank wasn't interested in lending her money because she didn’t have sufficient credits. A scream interrupted his thoughts and he looked up from the newsstand and stared at the street ahead. A building was on fire and someone was calling that a baby was trapped inside. Peter rushed to the building and stopped beside a man. He asked if anyone was inside and the man said that they think there was a kid stuck on the second floor. Peter looked around and didn't see any of the members of the fire department anywhere. He looked down at his hands and realized he would be attempting a rescue without the aid of the powers. He had to take a deep breath and told himself that he had done it before and could do it again. He then dashed into the building as Peter climbed the stairs and reached the second floor. Fire was burning everywhere as a portion of the staircase overhead was already falling but he shook his head and wondered ¿why buildings still use wood for critical areas? He heard some cries and ran towards the sound. He reached a door that was on fire as he leaned in and clearly heard cries coming from the other side. He tried opening the door but the doorknob was too hot to grip and the door itself refused to open he tried pushing but it didn't work as he then took a step back to access his options and then he realized that his eyesight was blurry. He removed his glasses made to clear them but he realized that he couldn’t see better he tried as he put the glasses on again and found that it was blurry. He removed it and could see clear again. He stashed it away in his pocket feeling shocked as Peter kicked the door down with amazing strength and it flew off in pieces and fell to the ground. He then entered the room and was immediately aware of the ceiling falling because he was forewarned. He ducked out of the way of the falling ceiling as he was grateful that a Spider-Sense did not fail him again but he followed the sound of cries to the closet in the wall and he stretched at his arms shooting webs which broke the closest door handles and pulled them apart. He tore the clothes in there and saw a little girl crying and calling for her mother. He picked her up and began to leave the room. The floor in the hallway caved and Peter had to shoot a web to cling to the ceiling to avoid falling to the raging inferno below. The little girl screamed as Peter's spider-sense began tingling and he heard another scream. This one was coming from above as he weighed the thought of dropping off this girl downstairs or going with her to save this other person but he had misgivings about going there because he remembered the last time he jumped into a fire to save another person it was instead met with metal spikes from the Green Goblin and he swore to himself to find the stairs and began climbing up to meet this person. He reached the top floor and looked around. He began frantically searching the room one room after another until he heard the cries and screams. He rushed to where it was coming from and he entered the room finding a teenager that she judged to be around 17 years old. He called out to her to follow him and she ran to him. He held her hand and they began running to the staircase but then the stairs began to give out. It started falling and reaching where they were standing. They stopped as Peter then handed the child to the teenager and held the girl's waist with his right arm. With his left hand he shot a web which stuck to the ceiling as the stairs did collapse and the three of them were dangling from the ceiling with the help of the web. Peter was about to swing out of there with one of the windows but when the web disconnected from his wrist he quickly shot another one and it didn’t make it to the ceiling. All 3 of them fell to the first floor and the building collapsed around all of them. Peter woke up and his eyes were immediately assaulted with harsh light. He squinted and his head began aching. He felt something resting on his face and air forcing its way through his nose. Aunt May's worried face came into focus and the tear fell on his face which she immediately wiped. She was squeezing hispalm tightly as a nurse came in and pulled Aunt May away from Peter. The doctor showed up and began examining him. He told Peter that he was admitted into the hospital and that Peter shouldn't try to move because his left arm was broken. Peter heard Aunt May sobbing somewhere in the background as the doctor informed Parker that he was a very brave person to go into the line of fire to save people but unfortunately they didn’t make it out as they died when the building collapsed while the doctor and nurses then left Peter and May. Peter cried and Aunt May sat beside him as she said that’s he was thankful Peter was alive and well. She told Peter that he had been in a coma for two weeks and she had been worried. She asked him what he was thinking running into the fire like that as Peter gently squeezed Aunt May's hand and told her that he had something to say. He said that 2 years prior he had been bitten by a spider and he had been given a gift with superhuman abilities. He told her that he was Spider-Man as she recoiled from him in shock and tears. He told her that the death of Uncle Ben was an accident and he blamed himself for it because he could have stopped the robber. Aunt May wiped away tears and told Peter that she already suspected Peter was Spider-Man because no photographer in New York could get such vivid photos of Spider-Man the way Peter did. She told him that she was proud of him for taking responsibility and helping people in society with regards to the death of Ben. She said that he would have forgiven Peter so she will forgive him too as she told him not to beat himself up about Uncle Ben again but he thanked her and the 2 cried together. Peter then told Aunt May that he isn't Spider-Man anymore because he did not have the powers again as they had somehow left him but Aunt May told him that it would be all right and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. Harry Osborn sat in his house drinking vodka as he was sad about his best friend Peter’s condition and he was drinking his sorrows away. The building vibrated with loud thuds as Harry assumed it was the alcohol messing with his brain until the wall was thrown in front of him but the intruder was the last person in the world he waited to see and he threw his bottle of vodka at Dr.Octavius who caught the bottle with one of his arms and took it to his lips and took a swig. He flung the bottle to the wall and it broke. Octavius walked to Harry and asked him for more tritium. He said that he needed more of it as Harry scoffed him saying that he would not give him more trivium so that he could use it to continue his stupid research and blow up New York City again. Octavius then said that he would give him the trivium without Harry's help as with the mechanical arms he extended a metal pin and stabbed Harry in the chest killing him for good and just like that Harry died. Octavius then walked into the wall and began stabbing it with the arms until he hit reinforced steel. He cleared the area and found a safe. He effortlessly opened it and retrieved a small globe of tritium the size of a tennis ball. He smiled and said “Well Done Osborn” and left the house. Peter was getting ready to leave the hospital as he missed his friends and wanted to see them again. He sat on the sofa and tried busying himself as Aunt May was packing his things but he picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on. The TV news anchor announced the death of Harry Osborn the CEO of Oscorp Industries as Peter was shocked to see there was a video of Harry's residential building and Peter saw huge pocket marks on the side. He had no doubts as who had caused it and that was Dr. Otto Octavius. Aunt May told Peter that she was worried about the death of his friend as Peter was downcasted but he turned off the TV and set down the remote control. He picked up that day’s edition of the Daily Bugle and the frontpage held another surprise for him. Mary Jane Watson had married celebrity astronaut John Jameson. Peter really didn’t see that one coming as he told May about it and she said that she had received an invitation but she forgot all about it because Peter was hospitalized. Suddenly, Peter was aware of the window creaking but the IV tube in his arm popped out painfully as the needle was strangely flying into the window with Aunt May’s necklace and earrings having been forcefully removed too. He ran to the window seeing cars and poles leaning towards a particular location. He saw that they were all attached to the docks. “Oh No” he set out loud. Otto Octavius had switched on his reactor again he ran towards Aunt May and told her that he needed to go and stop Otto before New York City was destroyed. She kissed him on the forehead and told him to do what he needed to do and that he should be careful. Peter Parker dashed out of the room as Parker entered the dark place but the reactor was in full power and it was larger this time. He called out to Dr. Octavius as the scientist looked back and asked Peter what the hell he was doing here. He then told Peter to leave as Parker told him that the reactor will overload like it did the last time but only this time New York would be completely destroyed and he bagged Dr.Otto Octavius to shut it down. Otto disagreed saying that he would be able to stabilize it this time. Peter told Otto that the magnetic power was already in full swing and that the whole thing was dangerous. Otto then told Peter to get on board or get out of the way as he then turned his back to his reactor and tried stabilizing it but Peter then saw the heavy duty cables and rushed to disconnect them. Octavius saw him and used one of his arms to try and stab him. Peter saw the arm coming and he jumped to dodge it which caused the arm to jam right into one of the cables. The electricity electrocuted Octavius and threw him into a wall knocking him unconscious. Peter then hurled himself and tried disconnecting all the cables as he didn't come here as Spider-Man but as Peter Parker. He then ran away to watch the reactor explode but that didn’t happen as he wondered why and rushed to Otto to ask what was wrong. Octavius came out of his unconsciousness and told Peter that the reactor could not be stopped because it was now self-sufficient. Peter told him to think and fight the AI of the arms to come up with a solution. He reminded Otto of what he had told him about intelligence being a gift to be used for the betterment of all mankind as Otto then told Peter that the only way he was able to bring down the reactor was into the waters but Peter then stood up and summoned up all the faith he had left and hoped what he was about to do would work. He stretched out his arms and shot webs one more time. He was happy it worked as he then proceeded to use all of the energy to pull down the entire structure with him as Dr.Octavius then saw that Peter was Spider-Man and that the fusion reactor was going into the lake. The water then melted the reactor as Peter looked at Otto and a big boom had gone off. The next day the television was buzzing with the news that the two bodies had washed up on the surface of the lake and that they were Dr.Otto Octavius and Peter Parker. The news also said that Peter Parker was Spider-Man as Harry Osborne and Peter Parker were buried side by side together but it seemed the entire city had shown up for Peter Parker and Aunt May was beside herself with tears. MJ was there too to comfort her as MJ on her part was lamenting that she had finally understood why Peter had found it hard to be with her because he was busy stopping crime in New York City as Spider-Man and she said that she was so selfish and didn't even think about him. Her husband John Jameson was there to hold her hand as the mayor of New York City was there and gave a full speech thanking Peter Parker for his selfless service to the people of New York. He was given the key to the city and Spider-Man and Peter Parker were both laid to rest... THE END!

And that is going to be ¿What if Peter-Two lost his powers forever in Spider-Man 2? I had an amazing time working on this fan fiction taking a massive change on the Spider-Man No More storyline and we saw how Peter didn’t need Spider-Man to finish the job and he as Peter was able to save Doc Ock without his powers. We also saw Harry died at the hands of Ock so this could attract Peter in a way that he would go and stop Ock and save New York. This is a very emotional fan fiction and there are many more Spider-Man fan fictions in the works so be on the lookout for that and more what ifs coming soon. Take care guys and have a fantastic day. Peace out!

#raimiverse #peter-two #spider-man

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landoncrris · 2 years

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Hi. I have a fic request.

Can you write about y/n being an actress and more famous than mason. One of Mason's friends is jealous of him and says something like why is she dating you and mason feels insecure. The cherry on the cake is when mason sees an edit of you and your Co star which makes him jealous. Y/n comes home and mason says things like 'why don't you go to (costar) name?' and then she replies with i don't know mason, I think you don't trust me and leaves to take a walk or something. Mason then realises that he trusts her more than anything and he was feeling insecure. He opens up about his insecurities to y/n and then she explains how much she loves him. You can turn into fluff or smut whatever you prefer. Much love x

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When Mason came home from training, he immediately fell face down on the sofa, as his day was not going very well so far. He had been in a bad mood all day, but when he went into the shower after practice, it got a hundred times worse. It started with the usual teasing from his teammates, as they always did when the marks you left on Mason’s body were visible. He wasn’t ashamed of that at all, in fact he was proud that he could show you off and show everyone that you were his, because he knew how much everyone loved and desired you before you two even got together.

But when one of them made a comment about Mason “punching so hard”, he couldn’t help but immediately think there was more to his words. This led him to retort a snappy comment instead of laughing at it, which didn’t make his already bad mood any better. Mason didn’t waste another second, making quick work of getting out of the shower and getting dressed as soon as possible, wanting nothing more than to go home to you. But when he remembered that you wouldn’t be home when he arrived because you had an interview with your co-star, his mood sank further. Then his teammate came out of the shower and continued with his remarks, ending with him saying that you were way too good for Mason and no one understood why you chose him in the first place.

Obviously he knew he was just jealous, because who wouldn’t be? But something inside him felt insecure since he started dating you, and it only seemed to get worse with time. The longer you were together, the more people questioned your relationship, or mainly his part of it.

So to distract himself, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and scrolled through various apps until he landed on tiktok. He spent the next hour or so there, which really seemed to work for a moment. But only until he came across a video of you and your co-star Tom Holland, a video that was about two weeks old, where you were sitting next to each other and telling the interviewer how great your time together on set was. And as if the fact that you had such a great time while he was mainly at home sulking because you weren’t around for months wasn’t enough, the comments were his final straw. Everyone said how sweet you were together, that you really were soulmates, and mentioned the way you looked at him and laughed at his jokes.

Before he could dwell further on the comments, he quickly switched off his phone and threw it away, his head falling into a pillow with a groan. And just at that moment, he heard your car wheels on the gravel outside. Too frustrated to talk to you, he kept his head down, hoping you would think he was asleep. Of course, when you sat down next to him and pressed a kiss to his back, you knew that wasn’t the case as you could feel how unrelaxed his muscles were.

“Hey, baby,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head as your hand stroke up and down his back, while he had to bite his tongue to keep from scoffing at the nickname. “Are you all right?”

“Fine.” he grumbled into the pillow, at which you frowned. Your hand was still running over the shirt he was wearing, occasionally applying light pressure, massaging his back because you knew he was not well.

“How was your day?”

“Hm-mh.” he hummed, never once lifting his head to talk to you or look at you. That made you get up, thinking he wasn’t in the mood for company right now, even though all you wanted to do was snuggle into his arms as soon as you got home.

“Alright. If you don’t want to talk to me.” you said and went to the fridge to get a quick snack since you hadn’t eaten all day. But you also didn’t want to stand in the same room with Mason when he was in such a bad mood and cook something. You heard him laugh into the pillow before he finally lifted his head and looked over at you as he spoke.

“I bet you’d rather talk to Tom than me anyway, wouldn’t you?” he asked, although he already sounded convinced. At that, your eyes immediately shot up to him, because you hadn’t expected him to make such a remark, which left you speechless for a moment.

“Then why don’t you just leave? Probably miss him already.” he knew what he had said was wrong right after the words left his mouth, but he just couldn’t help take his anger out on you in that moment.

“What the hell are you talking about, Mason?”

“Everyone sees how close you are, you can’t deny that.” he growled, dropping his head back into the pillow because he didn’t want to look at you anymore. He didn’t want to see the anger towards him in your eyes, even though he deserved it, and he knew he deserved it.

“Oh, so now you don’t trust me? Is that it?” you asked incredulously and immediately grabbed your jacket from the counter again and put it on when he didn’t answer.

“You know what? I’m going to grant your wish and leave.” you walked to the living room door but turned around again where you could still easily see him lying on the couch, “Just because you had a shitty day doesn’t give you the right to make others feel the same way.” you added before hastily walking to the front door, putting on your shoes, grabbing your bag and leaving the house. The loud sound of you shutting the door made Mason sigh. He raised his head again to look around the room, realising that wanting you to leave was actually the last thing he wanted.

You were gone for an awful two hours, during which you met up with a friend and got something to eat. Meanwhile, Mason was still lying on the couch, in the exact same position he was in when you left, with your words playing in his head the whole time, wishing he could just turn them off. Every time your voice rang out in his head, asking him if he didn’t trust you, he desperately wanted to tell you that he did, that he trusted you more than anything. But the part of him that told himself you don’t care, that you probably really wanted to leave instead of spending time with him, held him back.

This endless spiral was interrupted, however, when he heard your car pull up the driveway for the second time at this end. You went into the living room and saw him still lying on the couch, not changed into more comfortable clothes, nor did he seem to have eaten anything, because everything was still as it had been when you had left. You felt sorry for him, and at that moment you just wanted to take him in your arms and make him feel better about whatever had ruined his day.

“Mase?” you asked quietly to see if he was awake, and when he quickly raised his head and looked at you, you got your answer.

“Hi.” he smiled weakly and sat up on the couch, his gaze still resting on you as you stood in the doorway. And after hours of thinking about his feelings, he still didn’t know what to do. Of course, somehow he knew that you loved him, because you showed him every day how much you cared for him. But the fact that he hadn’t been able to spend time with you in the last few months, and then today’s events, really unsettled him.

“Hi.” you replied, his eyes lightening up when you didn’t snap at him like he had expected. You remained silent for a few moments and watched him open his mouth to say something before closing it again and looking down at his hands.

“Do you... want to talk to me about anything?” you asked, giving in to how dejected he looked, because you knew he could be quite stubborn. Like you’ve seen a few times before when he just wouldn’t apologise because the reason was too embarrassing, or just because he didn’t want to admit he was wrong, even in front of you.

“Please.” he nodded, his eyes searching yours again as he patted the seat beside him. As you made your way to him, able to see him better now, you could see the slight bags under his eyes and the flushed cheeks. Two signs that he was crying, but you didn’t want that to be the first thing you said now.

“I missed you.” he murmured, at which you raised your eyebrows and rested your head on your hand. You kept silent again because you wanted him to apologise instead of beating around the bush, even though you knew he was afraid to.

“God.” he groaned when you didn’t answer, “I’m sorry, okey? I didn’t mean it.” he sighed and looked back down at his fingers fiddling with the skin around his nails, which he always did when he was nervous.

“But why did you say it then?”

“I don’t know, I trust you, you know I do. It’s just that you’ve spent so much time with him and—” he interrupted himself so as not to sound like an idiot, so he rather stopped talking with a shrug.

“And what? You were jealous?”

“Sort of.” which made you sit down right next to him and cross your legs on the sofa. You took his hands in yours, causing him to stop fumbling with them and look up at you again.

“You need to talk to me, Mason.” you sent him a reassuring smile, seeing in his eyes that he was genuinely sorry for what he had said, and for what you said, that he basically ruined your day.

“I just think you’d be much better off with him. You obviously have the same interests, the same jobs and, he’s just perfect, you know?” he rambled, ending the conversation by taking a deep breath and avoiding your eyes once again.

“You think that or other people do?”

“Both.” Mason shrugged, “Others always think I don’t deserve you, and they’re probably right. I mean, you could do so much better than me. Just look at Tom. He’s Spiderman, I’m not Spiderman—” This time he was interrupted by your breathy laugh, whereupon his gaze found yours again. Causing both a pout and a smile to make it’s way on his face.

“And now you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, you’re just cute.” at which he groaned and fell backwards onto the couch with a thud. And as he moved his hands to his face to hide it, his shirt lifted a little, making you smile at the small part of his stomach that was showing. That made you decide to straddle him, taking his hands and putting them on your hips. Before your hands reached for his face and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, his eyes still closed as you pulled back.

“It doesn’t matter what anyone says, Mason. I love you, you’re the one I want to be with.” you declared, gently stroking his cheek and jaw with your fingers as you took in the sight of his features, which made you smile. “You’re perfect for me, there’s really no one else I could ever want.” and the kiss you pressed to the bridge of his nose made him grin a little too.

“And don’s say you don’t deserve me. You are the best boyfriend, and the hottest and most beautiful person in this world. If anything, I don’t deserve you.” his hands wandered comfortably over your back as you leaned over him and pressed another kiss to his lips after you finished talking.

“If I can’t say it, you can’t either.” he pouted, which made you laugh because you hadn’t expected him saying it. You then kissed his lips again and again, finally feeling him smile against your lips.

“And I’m sorry you felt that way. But I need you to know that you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with and that no one can ever compete with you. Okay?” He nodded and his eyes reddened at your words, as he was even more sorry now that he had thought like that and taken it out on you. He pulled you towards him with one hand on the back of your neck and his lips brushed over yours briefly before he closed the gap, pressing you as close as possible while his lips softly moved over yours.

“So you’d prefer me to Spiderman?” he asked as he had to pull back to catch his breath, and it made you laughed, slightly taken aback by the question.

“Any day.”

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One Call Away

Pairing: Agent!Bucky Barnes x Journalist!Reader

Summary: You’re a journalist in the late 1950s working for a gossip magazine. You write an article about the actor Steve Rogers, and his agent Bucky Barnes is not happy about it. He confronts you and offers you a deal.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warning(s): suggestive language/drinking/implied PG-13 public display of affection/a slight mention of a random side character cheating/if you squint really hard there’s a hint of angst/not much overall

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first fic on here and I hope you all like it! This fic is a submission for the all’s well writing challenge being held by the lovely @barnesafterglow . The lyrics that inspired me for this fic were,” No more keepin’ score. Now I just keep you warm. No more tug of war. Now I just know there’s more.” From the song Long Story Short by Taylor Swift. Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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“ Hey, Y/n, some agent is here to see you. He’s a real dreamboat,” Debbie, your editor, rushed into your office. You looked up to see the look on her face matched the tone of her voice, completely smitten.

You knew exactly who she was talking about.

“ Send him in,” you answered nonchalantly before placing your attention back onto the typewriter in front of you. The last article you wrote was a hit with the public and your boss was expecting another piece just as successful. Little did he know, you were in the right place at the right time to get that scoop. You had a deadline to meet with no new gossip to report.

To sum it up, you were stressed.

The door creaked open and you didn’t pay any attention until the door was shut. There were many expressions you had the pleasure of seeing on the face of the man in front of you. As a journalist, you had run into him more than once and even became what you could call friends. Friends that had a slight flirtatious comment here, a smug smile there, and with a usual healthy dose of banter. However, today, James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t flashing his pearly whites or winking at you with those ocean eyes of his.

No. Today, he was mad.

“ What’s the meaning of this?” He held a magazine in his fist, one which you assumed held the article you had written. You knew he wouldn’t be happy about it, but you didn’t think it would upset him this much. It wasn’t like you reported a lie. Nonetheless, displeasure was written all over his face.

You scoffed,” Buchanan, don’t come and give me a hard time just because you didn’t like what I wrote about your friend. It’s not very professional of you.” You kept your face as neutral as possible. You knew calling him Buchanan would get on his nerves—he glared at you the moment it slipped from your lips. If he was going to show up here and waste your writing time over an article, then you weren’t going to make it easy on him. You wanted to have a little bit of fun with this side of him you hadn’t seen before.

“ Steve Rogers cozying it up with his co-star Lorraine,” he imitated your voice as he read the article title,” You crossed the line with this one. How did you even get that picture?” He placed the magazine on your desk. The picture of Steve Rogers kissing a notorious Hollywood actress stared back at you. You brushed off his anger,” First of all, I do not sound like that. Second of all, you do know I write for the biggest celebrity magazine here in New York, right? This baby sold more copies than any other article in years. You should be happy for me,” you couldn’t hold back a smug smile. He didn’t like that.

“ Y/n, I’m not playing games here. This is bad. Steve is real upset over this,” he motioned over to the picture in emphasis.

“ He shouldn’t be. When my article came out his ticket sales went through the roof. You’re welcome,” you pointed out.

“ It’s not about that,” he shook his head before sitting in the seat in front of you. You raised your eyebrows in anticipation. ” Steve was trying to get with this broad, Peggy. Never seen him be like this towards anyone before, but ever since that article came out, she hasn’t returned his calls. He’s heartbroken, moping around his apartment all day,” he exhaled worriedly. You took a second to process what he said.

“ So let me get this straight. Your friend goes and kisses his co-star, and somehow it’s my fault his other lady found out?” You looked at him in slight disbelief. Was he really blaming you for this? Yes, you had written the article, but it wasn’t your fault Steve was seeing multiple women. If anything, you felt like you did this Peggy woman a favor.

He threw his head back onto the chair, clearly fed up,” She kissed him. He wants nothing to do with her. The only woman he has eyes for is Peggy. I keep trying to cast him in other projects, but he refuses to do anything else until this is resolved. He’s real gone with that broad.” His explanation didn’t do much for you except tell you he wasn’t going to let this go.

“ Buchanan, he was clearly kissing back.”

“ Okay, stop with the Buchanan. I already told you what actually happened.”

“ That’s not the story the picture tells.”

“ A story I would’ve liked to have known about before it was published. I could’ve given you the full story—the true story. Steve isn’t that kind of guy,” His eyes narrowed, a stern look reflected in them. You exhaled, giving in a little,“ Fine. Since we’re friends I could have given you a heads up, but I don’t mix business with friends. I’m sorry your friend is upset, but this is how it is. I don’t know him like you do, so I only report what I see. Even if I had given you a heads up, the article would’ve been published anyway,” you shrugged. He wasn’t going to let this go, but you weren’t backing down either. You only did your job, and based on the public’s response, you did it well.

He was silent for a moment, collecting himself. A contemplative look on his face.

“ No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come in here and demanded answers from you. You were just doing your job. It’s just seeing Steve all upset about this, and then seeing you had written it, I guess I got carried away,” he admitted with an embarrassed look on his face. You knew Steve was like a brother to him, so it made sense why he jumped on his defense so quickly. You would never let him know, but it was hard to stay mad at him.

“ Apology accepted. Now, if there’s nothing else, then. . .” You trailed off not knowing a nice way to tell him to leave. If it was any other day, you would have gladly accepted the distraction from hours of writing. Today was not that day. Not when you had this deadline tugging at you harder than gravity itself.

He laughed,” Kicking me out already?” He shuffled in the seat, sitting more comfortably in spite of what you said. You rubbed your temples to soothe the headache that was emerging,” My boss wants a new article as big as this one in the next two weeks. Just so you know, the whole Steve thing was a coincidence. No one tipped me off or nothing. I was just in the right place at the right time. Now because of that, I have to submit something just as good, if not better,” you explained your current situation. It took you a lot of sleepless nights to prove yourself here at the Empire State Exposé. You thought that maybe when you finally had written something that was praised, it would take some of the pressure you felt off of you. You were undeniably wrong.

The pressure got worse.

His face lit up,” A new story, huh? Doll, it’s funny you say that since as an agent, I hear a lot of stories all the time. A lot of interesting stories. . .” he showed off his signature smile. You leaned forward, intrigued at what you assumed to be a mutually beneficial agreement of some kind. “ What are you on about, Barnes?” You wanted him to get to the point, but he wanted to have fun drawing this out.

“ Well, L/n, think about it. Imagine the things the other agents spill when they’re three bottles in,” you nodded and motioned for him to continue,” All the things they say when there isn’t a reporter in sight. Just the other agents listening in and telling their own stories too,” he spoke slowly to accentuate every word. Now you fully understood what he meant.

“ Okay, please get to the point. My deadline is still here.” Your impatience made him chuckle. “ Fine. Fine. Look, since we’re friends, then I think we could help each other. I could give you insider information about lots of celebrities, in exchange for you giving me a heads up on any articles about Steve. Maybe even some editorial rights. . ?” He knew the last suggestion was a stretch and by the look on your face he was right.

“ I am not letting you control what I write. Giving you a heads up, however, is something I could do. Not just on my work, but others too.” You understood that if he was going to put his reputation on the line for you, then you should reciprocate with something that meant just as much—something that could tarnish your reputation as well.

You thought about it for a moment and shook your head,” But I don’t think this is going to work out. If the other agents find out you’re leaking precious info, they’re not going to like it.” You brought up the potential complications. He smirked and leaned in real close to you from where he was sitting. If he came any closer your noses would be touching. If you were anybody else, this simple gesture would’ve had you melting like putty at his gaze. You, however, had seen him do this with a lot of women, so you weren’t affected by it.

“ They won’t find out because it’ll be our little secret.”

“ Oh, we have secrets now?”

“ Doll, this will be the first of many.”

He flashed that captivating grin of his and you stared intently at his ocean eyes. You searched in them for a reason not to trust him. A part of you was hoping they would scream back at you don’t do it. You weren’t the closest of friends, and for all you knew he could try and give you false information to make fun of you—you hurt his friend after all. Looking at the ocean, however, brought you reassurance not distrust.

Not even an ounce of it.

“ If I accept this, then whatever information you give me has to have some sort of evidence to back it up. I can’t risk my credibility and that way I know you’re not giving me a fake story.” You laid out your condition. He couldn’t argue with that, “ Wouldn’t want you to. I’m risking my credibility too, so I’m not losing it over something stupid. I’ll call you when something interesting happens.” He stood up to leave.

“ Here, take my card. It’s got my number on it.”

“ I knew you’d give me your number eventually, doll.”

“ It's my work number.”

He laughed at that,” Same difference. Means I’m a step closer to you giving me your real number.” He took the card from your hand, intentionally brushing against it with his own. You only gave him a disapproving look in return. If this was how your situationship was going to be from now on, then you weren’t looking forward to it.

Well, actually you were, you were just too stubborn to admit it.

Four days had gone by since then, and you received no calls from Bucky. Your deadline was getting closer by the second and the pressure was crushing you at this point. You hadn’t been going to the office lately, since there was nothing new to write. Instead, you spent your hours in your usual go to places to find something to report on. You knew all the locations the celebrities went to, to mingle amongst themselves. You were good at fitting in and usually no one could spot that you were a journalist. A few times even, you were mistaken for someone famous.

You blew out into the frigid Manhattan air, watching your breath become visible. The day went by as usual, and you had nothing new to report on. Along with the cold weather, it had rained profusely. You were soaked and needed to dry off somewhere. You were a few blocks away from your apartment, but you thought it was best to let the rain die down a bit before making that walk. Out of all the buildings nearby, you chose to dry off at the nearest bar. You could use a drink.

You scurried inside as the rain around you poured harder. You took off your coat, hanging it on a rack for it to dry. A quick survey of the bar made you realize it was more elegant looking than you were used to with its leather seats and mahogany tables. This meant any drinks came with a more elegant price.

Out of the blue, you recognized a laugh that echoed throughout the bar. There directly in your line of sight was James Buchanan Barnes drinking with some of his work buddies you happened to not recognize. It was like the universe and fate aligned for you in that exact moment. If he had forgotten about your previous deal, well, you were there now to refresh his memory.

As you approached him, he locked eyes with you and frowned. He then excused himself before walking over to you.

“ You stalking me now, doll?”

“ No, this is just a coincidence.”

“ Yeah, one hell of a one.”

You rolled your eyes,” Think what you want to, but I swear I only came in to dry off. I had no idea you were here, but I’m glad I caught you. We have a deal, Buchanan, and it almost seems like you’ve forgotten.” You alluded to the fact that he hadn’t contacted you and therefore, you were now slightly suspicious of him. His eyes darted to his friends before grabbing you by the arm and dragging you towards the back of the bar where the restrooms were. His friends hollered and chanted at the two of you.

“ Will you let me go?! Your friends are going to think something’s up,” you tried to shake yourself from his grasp, but he didn’t budge an inch. “ Just ignore them. Some of those friends work in the same industry with me and they already saw me with you. If they find out who you are, they’ll ruin me.” At that point, you were out of sight and he let you go. You took a few steps back from him and noticed, to your left, there was a couple making out at the other end of the hallway.

Great. Now you knew exactly why his friends were cheering him on.

“ Easy for you to say. Besides, now your friends just think I’m another one of your conquests,” you motioned over to the couple and he didn't have to look to know what you were talking about. “ One of my conquests? I have conquests now?” His eyebrows raised, amused at the idea. You gave him a deadpan stare,” Bucky, let’s just say if you were a star, then I’d have a lot to write about you. You can’t imagine the stories I’ve heard about you.” Your response only entertained him.

“ I don’t have to imagine, Y/n. If you want, you don’t have to imagine either,” his tone turned seductive and the energy around you both shifted. His eyes found their way to your lips before meeting your eyes again. He took a step closer to you and your hand went up like a reflex to keep him at a distance. You were used to his flirtatious remarks, so it was easy to not take them too seriously.

“ Let’s leave all that to your imagination. Anyway, you haven’t called me to tell me anything. I have a deadline, you know.” You reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. His smile fell,” You might have mentioned that before,” sarcasm dripped from every word,” I might have something, but you did ask for evidence, so I’m getting you that before I say anything.” He clarified his silence on the matter. You nodded in approval, “ Well, then just let me know when you have it,” you began to walk away, but his hand took hold of your wrist. “ Wait, you’re not staying right?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow quizzically,” If I was, do you have a problem with that?” His eyes searched your face for an answer.

“ Do I have to remind you who’s out there.”

“Oh, you don’t have to remind me. I just want a drink before I leave.”

“Doll.”

“ Buchanan.”

He knew there was no point in arguing with you, so he let you go. When his friends were finally in sight again, you noticed they had been staring in the direction where you both were the entire time. You also noticed they had an array of untouched shots scattered all over their table.

An idea popped into your head. You knew it was a risky idea, but you had to make him suffer a little for toying with you.

After all, it was the constant back and forth you both enjoyed the most.

“ Y/n, don’t you dare–” his protests in the distance went unheard as you wandered over to the table with an innocent smile on your face,“ Any chance I can have one of those?” You gestured to the shots and one of his friends gladly handed you one. You drank it happily before thanking him for it. You felt Bucky’s presence behind you.

You turned to him with that same innocent smile you had plastered on before,“ I told you I was getting that drink, Buchanan. Enjoy the rest of your night.” You tapped his chest twice before turning to leave. You missed the dazzled look on his face. He wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed, impressed, or both.

“ Doll, wait–” You didn’t stay to listen to him and instead went over to the rack where your coat was hanging. It was still a little damp, but nothing compared to how it was when you first came in.

“ Hold up,” Bucky rushed over to you. You were already coming up with rebuttals in your head to his potential arguments when he placed an object in your hand. It was a black umbrella.

You frowned waiting for an explanation, even though it was a simple and clear gesture. “ Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to need it, it’s pouring out there,” with his other hand he touched the collar of your coat,” You can take my coat too. Yours isn’t dry yet.” He let go of the umbrella and reached behind you for his coat. The entire time you just stood there dumbfounded, your hand still extended out holding onto the umbrella.

Bucky had never left you speechless before, but in this moment he had. He was being attentive and caring—a side you never got to see directed at you. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen it with anyone else either. The look of concern for you on his face made your head spin. Was this another one of his attempts to get a reaction out of you? You couldn’t find it in yourself to believe that. Everything felt genuine and that had you slightly rattled.

Bucky had flustered you for the first time since you met him.

“ Here. I’d offer you a ride, but I came with one of the guys,” he draped his coat over your shoulders. It was then that he noticed what a reaction he had caused in you. He smiled, but it wasn’t smug or hiding an ulterior motive. It didn’t say I finally got you or anything of that sort. It was just a real smile. You surprised yourself, wanting to see more smiles like that from him.

You responded with a thank you and a smile to match his.

The next day you decided to go back to the office. Now that there was a possibility you could meet your deadline, you weren’t as anxious to come in. Your venture there didn’t last long as Debbie informed you, the moment you walked in, that Bucky had left you a message. It was an address you didn’t recognize, along with a time to meet him. You wondered what kind of location he chose.

Let’s just say it wasn’t what you expected.

“ I can’t believe you brought me out to a passion pit.” You looked around at all the couples in their vehicles and it made you highly aware of the fact that it was only you and Bucky in his car.

He laughed,” Doll, it’s just a drive-in theater. It’s not like I brought you back to my place for a night in. That could be an option, though.” He winked at you, teasing you further. There’s the Bucky you knew.

You gave him a stern look,” In your dreams, Buchanan. I can’t believe you thought this was better than the bar.” You didn’t understand why of all the places he had to choose here. A drive in theater where no matter what car you looked at, the couples were playing back seat bingo. You hid your face, hoping no one you knew walked by.

He shrugged,” Maybe I just didn’t want to come watch a movie alone. I heard they were showing Roman Holiday tonight.” He spoke so casually about the subject he almost had you convinced you planned this out with him before as a friendly outing. You could no longer tell if he was playing with you or not. You thought back to the way the night ended yesterday. Whatever you felt then was foreign to what you were feeling right now.

“ Bucky, please stop with these games, I don’t have time for this. Just tell me the information you have for me. I have to write this article by the end of next week.” You pleaded running out of patience. He side eyed you,” You’re no fun, doll.” He sulked in his seat. You found yourself not being able to look at him, and instead stared at the blank movie screen.

Suddenly, he leaned his body towards you until your faces were mere inches away from each other. Not this again.

He rested his right arm on the passenger seat and placed his left hand on the dashboard, caging you in. A glimmer of mischief flashed across his eyes. You knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

“ What are you doing?”

“ Nervous, Y/n?”

You didn’t want to admit it, but a part of you was. Bucky was handsome, there was no denying that. You could usually overlook that considering you two would only ever exchange quips trying to outwit each other. Even so, he had never been this close to you in such a small space before. There was always room for you to back away and avoid whatever feelings you felt him provoke within you. Everything felt more intimate right now and after the way he managed to get you flustered yesterday—you weren’t sure your body wouldn’t freeze up again. You had to do something quick to make sure that didn’t happen.

You glanced down at the tie he was wearing and his smile grew conceited. “Thinking about undress–” you didn’t let him finish as you pulled him in by his tie until your noses were a centimeter away from touching.

Now he looked nervous.

“ James Buchanan Barnes, I am all for our usual banter on any other day where my position at my job isn't in jeopardy. So either tell me something I can write about, or I’ll leave and find that story elsewhere,” you laid everything out clearly. His eyes found your own trying to read you. You stared back showing him you weren’t playing around. You were so focused you even held your breath unintentionally.

The stare down lasted for at least a minute. You felt like it had been longer.

The click of the glove compartment box brought you back in the moment and you realized you still had a hold on his tie. You let go as he grabbed something from inside the box. He closed it before handing it to you,“ Was only reaching over for this.” You delicately took hold of the roll of undeveloped film. You examined it carefully,” What is it exactly that I’ll find here?” He moved away from you and relaxed into the driver’s seat.

“ Let’s just say Hollywood’s it boy, Thomas, isn’t as innocent as we thought.”

“ What does that mean?”

“ He’s dating Janet Clark in public. In private, he’s also dating her sister Susan. Word is, neither of the sisters know.”

Your eyes went wide at this. This was definitely something you could report on. If the film in this roll backed up what he said, then you’d have your story. Something like that wouldn’t be hard to write about either. You could make your deadline with time to spare.

“ You certainly don’t disappoint. I’ll have to get started on this right away,” You started to collect your things. “ That’s it? You’re really not going to stay to watch the movie?” He looked hurt by this. You were taken aback by his reaction.

” Sorry, Bucky, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. It’s just I have to get this film developed as soon as possible to get started on the article and meet my–”

“ Your deadline. Yeah, I get it, doll. Let me at least drive you home.”

You didn’t speak to each other the whole ride to your apartment. No witty banter, no teasing, and no flirtatious remarks of any kind. The only sound in the car was the voice of Frank Sinatra coming from the radio. A moment like this would have brought you peace before, but not in this instance. No, instead, you felt awkward and an uncomfortable tension filled the air. It was palpable and suffocating.

When you got to your apartment there was nothing more that you wanted to do, but run inside and disappear until this new article was finished. However, you remembered you had his umbrella and his coat from yesterday resting on your kitchen table. You told him to wait for a second to return his items to him.

You slipped out of the car and it wasn’t until the outside air grounded you that you realized your heart was racing. It calmed down with every step you took—until you came back to hand him his belongings.

“ Thank you. Not just for lending me your umbrella and your coat, but for also holding up your end of the deal,” you fiddled with the strap of your bag as you thanked him. A ghost of a smile played at his lips,” Of course, doll.” His gaze was focused on the dashboard of his car. You felt like you had done something wrong, but you weren’t sure what. All you knew is that you wanted this uncomfortable feeling to go away.

“ Bucky wait,” you stopped him from pulling away. “Yes, doll?” This time he turned to face you. There was an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes.“ I just need you to know that if it weren’t for the pressure I’m under right now, I would have stayed and watched the movie with you,” you decided to be honest. Maybe just this once it was better to not hide what you were feeling or what you thought.

You were right.

His lips curled up, a tender look on his face, “ That means more to me than you’ll ever know, Y/n.” He then drove off leaving you wondering what he meant by that.

You spent the following days preparing the article. It was the only thing keeping your mind off of Bucky. If you let your mind wander enough, it would return back to the bar, to the drive-in, and to your apartment street. You didn’t know why your mind was so stuck on replaying these instances in your head any chance it got. It only served to make you overthink things and sit in feelings you weren’t sure of.

Once your article was done, you sent a final copy to your boss who was over the moon with it. He was curious to learn more about your source, but you assured him it was someone very credible who wished to go unnamed. He was okay with not knowing, as long as you continued to write pieces as good as your last two.

When the magazine hit the shelves, all anyone could talk about was the audacity of Hollywood’s it boy. You’ve lost count how many times you turned on the radio and the topic of conversation was your article. All you could think about was how you could have never done it without Bucky.

Who, speaking of which, hadn’t contacted you since the night of the drive-in. Debbie had brought up in conversation that Bucky had recently signed on a new client, Sam Wilson, and Steve had gotten one of his biggest roles yet. You assumed he was most likely preoccupied with work and he would call you once he wasn’t so busy. It was strange to think you were waiting in anticipation for the phone to ring and to hear his voice on the other line.

You had to admit a part of you missed him.

He called you three days after the article was released. You were in your office looking over the first draft a coworker of yours had personally asked you to review. You would usually say no to these things, but you had the extra time to kill, so you agreed.

That’s when the phone rang.

“ Bucky? Hi, how have you been?”

“ Hey, doll. I’m overwhelmed. I took on another friend as a client and Steve got this big role, courtesy of yours truly, of course. I haven’t had time for anything else.”

“ I heard about that. You’re a busy man, Barnes.”

“ I’m not the only one. I actually called to congratulate you on the article. I saw you made the front page. I finally got a copy of it this morning, and I think it’s your best work yet. You did a great job, Y/n,” he sounded proud of you. You felt your face get warm,” Thanks, Bucky. I couldn’t have done it without you. We make a good team,” you said, fiddling with the telephone cord.

“ Speaking of which, do you think you could meet me for lunch later? Around 2? I have another developing story I think you should investigate further.” You thought about your current schedule and for the most part it was empty. Even if it wasn’t, you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to work on something new. You also wanted to see Bucky.

“ Lunch sounds great.”

“ Good. Make sure you wear something nice.”

You dismissed his comment as another one of his typical remarks. You were at the office and you were too lazy to go home and change, so you decided to go straight from work to whatever place he had planned for lunch.

He shared the details of where to meet him and you wrote it all down on a piece of paper. You stayed on the phone with him for a few more minutes with a bit of small talk. That was until he had to go to a meeting with some executive producer. He said it shouldn't be too long, but in case it did, he just wanted to give you a heads up.

Once one thirty rolled around, you took a cab to the address written on the paper. You were earlier than you’d like, but you had gotten so bored waiting for two o’clock to roll around you decided to leave early and explore the place. This way you could also get a look at the menu.

The lunch location ended up being this beautiful Italian restaurant that opened up fairly recently called Castello. Debbie had talked your ear off about it being her new “go to date spot” not too long ago. You wanted to see if it was as good as she made it seem.

Inside you confirmed it was even better than it had been described to you. You felt like you were in a palace garden in Venice. The artwork that lined the white walls gave the perfect pop of color amongst the vines that decorated the ceilings and walls. Replicas of famous Italian sculptures were placed throughout with a beautiful fountain in the middle of it all, it was breathtaking.

Now you wished you had gone home and changed.

You gave the hostess Bucky’s name for the reservation and she sat you in a booth with a beautiful vase of freshly plucked dark red carnations in the middle as a centerpiece. Not long after, a waitress came by,” Would you like to order anything first, honey, or are you going to wait for your boyfriend?” She asked, opening up her server pad. You giggled at the boyfriend name drop,” Oh no, he’s not my boyfriend, and I’ll just wait till he gets here.” She looked surprised, “ Sorry, honey. I just thought since he asked for the couples setup, you two were dating. It’s pretty pricey, so we don't normally have anyone else order it. Anyway, excuse my mistake. I’ll come back once he gets here,” she sent you an apologetic smile before walking over to another table. Why would Bucky order a couples setup?

You looked around the booth and noticed you had been oblivious to what was in front of you. The napkins were red and folded into hearts while two lovers were painted on the vase holding the carnations. You didn’t want to misinterpret the situation, but it was starting to get hard not to.

Wait a minute. He also asked you to dress nice.

Then it hit you. This was a date.

A date disguised as a professional meeting, but still a date. Bucky’s true intention of this get together was to take you out on a date. You had mixed feelings about this. It wasn’t until recently that you thought of Bucky in a romantic way-–that you actually considered being more than friends.

The more you thought about it, however, the nicer the idea seemed. You imagined what it would be like to get to know Bucky on a deeper level. To get to know his biggest dreams and be there to support him when they felt out of his reach. To find out his biggest fears and be there to comfort him when he was drowning in them. To get to know his darkest secrets, and in spite of them, love him dearly.

What it would be like to kiss him. You were wondering that the most.

Your thoughts were getting the best of you, and reality sunk in. You weren’t ready at this moment to be on a date with him. You looked down at your work clothes and felt overwhelmingly self conscious. For your first date you wanted to look nice and feel confident. You weren’t feeling either right now.

You also wished he had been more direct about things. Looking back at your previous interactions, maybe he had been hinting at something more the entire time, but you interpreted things differently. Either way you concluded you just weren't ready, yet.

He still hadn’t arrived by the time you decided your first date would have to be another time. You wanted to hear Bucky say to you that this is something that he wanted. No more back and forth teasing. Just an honest answer and a genuine I like you. You wanted reassurance that this wasn’t just some another one of his plays.

You tore out a piece of paper from the notepad in your bag and wrote down a small note.

Here’s my real number. xxx-xxx-xxxx. Call me and ask me out on a proper date, Bucky. How about we catch that movie we missed? Popcorn’s on me. ;)

p.s. my favorite flowers are y/f/f :)

Xoxo,

Y/n

You grabbed a carnation and rolled your note around its stem. You placed it on top of the heart shaped napkin in front of you. You then went home, crossing your fingers hoping things worked out in your favor.

Not too long after, as you arrived home, Bucky entered Castello, scanning the room to spot you. When he couldn’t find you, the hostess informed him you had already left. He felt a slight sting in his heart until the hostess gave him the carnation with your note tied around it. He looked at it curiously, before getting the courage to open it. He read it over and beamed at the contents written inside. He knew he should have asked you on a date more directly. He was scared you would say no since you still thought all of his advances were just a way to tease you and get a reaction out of you, but it wasn’t.

His feelings for you, were the realest thing he knew.

This was no longer a ‘see who could outwit and outsmart the other tug of war’ anymore. This was something more. He knew it the moment he found himself buying all the Empire State Exposé magazines just to read your work and the way he somehow managed to find a longer route to his apartment, and yet he took it every day because it passed by your office on the way. He never worked up the courage to visit it until that article about Steve. He started to understand Steve’s feelings for Peggy now, because he felt the same way about you. He couldn’t put it into words how gorgeous and striking he found you. He wanted to get to know every bit of you and have you be proud to call him yours someday.

He made a choice to skip lunch and instead head home. He had two very important calls to make. The first, a call to a florist to make you the grandest bouquet of your favorite flower. The second, to you. He wanted to hear from your own lips that you wanted this just as much as he did.

Long story short, your love story was just one call away.

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Entertainment Spotlight: Hunter Deno, Power Rangers Dino Fury

Having booked her first commercial on her first birthday, actress Hunter Deno was destined for a future in the entertainment industry. After focusing on modeling for a few years, she decided to get serious about pursuing television and film, moved to LA in 2019, and landed the series regular role of the Pink Power Ranger on Nickelodeon’s new Power Rangers season, Dino Fury. We sat down with Hunter to discuss Power Rangers, fanfiction, acting, and other big philosophical questions. Check it out:

How are you? Seriously, how’re you doing?

Thank you for asking! I’m doing great, actually, besides being a bit homesick. I recently relocated to New Zealand for a project and had to leave everyone and everything I know and love. I started completely fresh here, and it has been a little rough. BUT everyone here and everyone involved in this process has made it a lot easier.

What are you working on right now?

I am currently filming a TV show here in New Zealand; I'm playing Amelia Jones, the next Pink Power Ranger in Nickelodeon’s Power Rangers Dino Fury. Wow. That is one statement I never knew I’d be saying.

What meme or piece of internet culture do you relate to the most?

Most recently, I feel like I relate to that video of the little girl on the beach. She’s crying, and she says, “I’m gonna take a nap. I’m gonna take a nap right here. Goodnight.” I’ve always loved that one, but I love how she just says what she wants and does it.

You’re also a model. Can you share your top tip for looking fab in a photo?

Oh my. What a question. I don’t really have a routine before a photoshoot. Except, the only thing I HAVE to do, is get a good night’s sleep. You know, what they call “beauty sleep”.

Have you ever read Power Rangers fanfiction? If you were to write a Power Rangers Dino Fury fanfiction, what would it be called and who would it be about?

I have read some Power Ranger fanfiction, but I haven’t dove deep into it. I think if I were to write my own, it would be about my character, Amelia, and her quest to find answers about the paranormal. After the first episode aired, the hashtag #GiveAmeliaAGhost started to go around, and I think I’d want to run with that. I’m not sure where that would take her. Maybe she’d get the answers she was hoping for. Maybe she would find a love interest that has the same beliefs. Maybe she would find something else that would take her quest in a different direction. Maybe being the Pink Power Ranger helps her find some answers she’s been longing for her entire life. Who knows. And then I think I’d have to name it like it is, #GiveAmeliaAGhost.

What is something that you could use the Pink Ranger’s help for?

My philosophy in life is to be kind. I think I would want the Pink Ranger to go after bullies instead of monsters. Because the truth is, bullies are the real monsters in life.

Can you show us a funny photo from your camera roll that you haven’t shared before, and tell us the backstory?

I’m not going to lie, I share a lot of embarrassing photos of myself as it is. So it was hard to find one I haven’t posted yet. I had to reach out to a few friends to see if they had any. But the photo I have chosen is a good one that I haven’t posted. I might find it a little more funny than anyone else would, though. Back home, I have 30+ cows. I am very close with them, considering we don’t eat or milk them; they’re pets. So close that I can feed them from my mouth. This is a picture of me and my bull, Titan. He sure loves his carrots, and occasionally missing the carrot and licking my face.

What is the first thing you’re going to do post-pandemic?

Over Christmas break here in NZ, I actually reached out to production about setting up some volunteer work for me. I really wanted to do something to give back. They really tried, but the majority of shelters and other places weren't accepting any volunteers. We reached out to a few kids’ hospitals to make appearances to put a smile on their faces, but due to COVID, that wasn’t allowed. While we understood the condition these kids were in, I was very upset that we couldn’t do ANYTHING to help anyone. I volunteer at a place back home called Give Kids The World, and going back is at the top of my list, post-pandemic.

How do you get into character, and how do you stay in character?

I think Amelia and I are very, very, very alike. So to get in and out of character doesn’t take much. We are both very loving, confident, optimistic go-getters. Honestly, there are times where we film a scene, and I find myself just playing me rather than Amelia. When it comes to my character’s paranormal side, that is where I definitely have to be Amelia and not Hunter. While I love all things horror, I don’t have the same passion for finding the answers she’s looking for. There’s a method to her madness, and I can’t say too much without giving it away. You’ll have to watch to find out more.

You have the chance to ask an all-knowing being one question. What do you ask?

What a loaded question this is. Is there life on other planets? Is earth the only planet out there that’s inhabitable for any life form?

Thanks for taking the time, Hunter! Catch Power Rangers Dino Fury on Nickelodeon.

#entertainment spotlight #power rangers dino fury #hunter deno #GiveAmeliaAGhost

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Besitos

*Pictures are not mine*

Summary: Demons can be fun, at least you know you can be. When you go out to claim a soul as yours, Bucky finds you and it only adds on to the fun.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Demon!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT (Demon!Bucky is a sin), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, slight daddy kink, blood kink (if you squint), talk of religion (not much), dirty talk

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! THIS WORK IS FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Again, this work is 18+ only!. Do not repost my work anywhere! This is a one-shot based off of a series I really want to put out at some point. I've been having a tough go of it and this work Ade me feel better to write. Please do not judge my smut writing as I am still pretty new to it. All mistakes are mine. But otherwise please enjoy and feel free to interact with me if you liked it! Enjoy ladies & gents!

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Y/N watched from the comfort of a dark corner at the bar at all the bodies dancing underneath the strobe lights of the club. It had hit its peak at about 1 in the morning, and it was the right time for you to strike the target you had come here to find.

His name was John, a pretty good looking man by human standards. Tall, dark and handsome as you once would’ve described him. Had a beautiful pregnant fiance at home by the name of Lily who was ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy any day now by what you could gather from Lily’s pleas for help. You had overheard her one night, crying herself to sleep as she prayed to God to help her make sense of her situation. She was stuck at home, waiting for a man who would go out and have fun with his friends. And other women.

She had prayed for clarity, safety and a change of heart for him. And strength and courage for herself. To be able to keep her fiance and to change what was wrong with her. Of course nothing was wrong with Lily. She was pregnant, ready to burst at any second. She was bringing a life into this world, risking her body and her health and for what? For a man who refused to change his way of life because that’s what he had grown accustomed to? Or in his words, “To be a slave to a family?”

You had found yourself in that situation once, praying to God for a man that couldn’t give a shit less if you had dropped dead. As long as he maintained his freedom and habits all was well. Instead the man you had grown to love had left you for a cute petite brunette, claiming you had been smothering him with your “jealousy” and your “excessive” calls when you only wanted to be with him.

Your praying touched upon deaf ears of course and it was then that you realized no one was out there to protect you. You were on your own to deal with the hardships of your life.

Until you met him. James Barnes.

He had been your savior when you were ready to give up all hope. Bucky, as you’ve grown to call him, had given you strength and a new life. A life devoted to taking what you wanted and not being sorry about it. A life devoted to him. But that was a tale for another time.

That’s how you ended up appearing to the poor young woman. Sat in her bed, in pain both physically and emotionally. You had appeared before her dressed in a beautiful black dress, the slit high up your thigh and a pair of your favorite black stilettos. She had been scared. As she should have been. Your power emanated before her, putting her in a trance before you disappeared into the shadows, sending her a small devilish grin.

You set your plan into motion when you saw him headed for the restroom area. He was intoxicated beyond his logical mind, which was just the way you liked them. Downing the remainder of your drink, you made your way to the back area, the sea of people splitting as you walked past them making a direct walkway to your destination. When you stood in front of the mens room, those who waited in line stared with hunger. Intensity. Desire. Your hand reached out to touch one of their gawking faces before sending him a wink and walking in after John. The light cheering on the other end of the door made you smile as you locked it behind you and walked towards the sink counter. You perched yourself on top of it, the red lights casting a hellish glow across your skin.

The stall door opened and you felt your insides twist in anticipation as John walked out, his eyes blinking to focus and his hands holding onto the wall for stability and guidance.

Showtime.

You watched as John made his way to the sinks before finally realizing he wasn’t alone, stopping just a foot in front of you. Your leg shifting up to cross over your other, the slit in your dress falling to either side to give him a nice little peek of your ass.

“Hey there handsome”

You were laying it on thick sure, but you weren’t going to lie, you were excited for this one. It hit a little too close to home for you and you were practically bursting open at the seams.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’ve been watching you all night you know. Trying to muster up the courage to approach you and talk to you”

He almost immediately dropped his guard, his vibrations shifting from reserved to open and ready. Good.

“Well hot stuff here we are. And you found me, here all vulnerable. Naughty girl”

You smiled at him as you stood up, your heels clicking on the tile as you reached over to grab his shirt and pull him close to you, pressing your body up against his own.

“Oh I can be very naughty”, you said and leaned up to kiss him. Your tongue slithered against his own, your pace slow waiting for him to respond. Which he did and quickly. His hands reached out to rest on your ass, his hands squeezing and bringing you in to rub against the hard on he was sporting. You sent him a small moan in response, obviously fake but that only spurred him on further.

His hands reached down to just underneath your ass before you pushed away from him and moved to perch yourself back up on the counter making sure to make a show of opening your legs to invite him in.

“I’ve been really lonely. I haven’t had a man in so long baby”

He was entranced by you, his focus resting on your open thighs and practically foaming at the mouth.

“You know how hard it is to find a single honest man in this city? I noticed you weren’t wearing a ring and you came here by yourself. Are you lonely too?”

This was it, the opportunity for your prey to make amends. You weren’t completely heartless, you had been human once. You had made mistakes too, so you always gave them a chance. Yet 99% of the time, they failed. So you got a chance to have some fun. Your eye contact didn’t falter as you ran your hand down between the valley of your breasts, the other trailing up to reveal the lacy thong you were wearing.

“Fuck...yes I’m....I’m so lonely”

There it was. The opportunity you were looking forward to because let's face it you knew this piece of shit was too set in his ways to repent. You sent him a smile as your fingers began to rub at yourself over your panties, letting out a small moan to coax him in.

“You wanna fuck me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man fuck me good”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before walking over and settling himself between your open legs, his hands grasping at your thighs, “Fuck me Johnny boy”

You moved up to kiss him again, this time more aggressively as your innocent facade began to slip away.

“Now I know there’s a God”

You stopped yourself from laughing or scoffing as your hands moved down to rub at his cock through his jeans, watching him as he tore his lip open with how hard he was biting down and you leaned up, making sure you pressed your body against him to give him one last little feel, moving your lips to his ear

“No God here John. Only me”

As you made your way to unbuckle his pants he hesitated a bit and you leaned back “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me? Don’t you want to?”

“Yes I...fuck I do. Did you ask my friends my name? I don’t think I ever got yours?”

You watched a shadow move from behind John and before you could respond you saw him. Coming out of the shadows looking as handsome as the devil himself. Bucky.

“What does it matter? Don’t you just want to get inside me?”

As you spoke you made eye contact with Bucky from behind John’s shoulders as you leaned back and opened your legs up to give him a view. You smirked to yourself as Bucky’s demeanor changed and before John could get another word out you watched his eyes widen in fear, finally catching onto Bucky in the mirror’s reflection but by then it was too late. Bucky’s hand had reached into John’s back and grabbed onto his heart, squeezing tight before John collapsed lifeless onto the floor.

You watched him, standing up and looking down at him before shifting to Bucky with a smile, “That was my soul to take”

Bucky watched you, his eyes darkening in discontent “I really wish you’d keep your hands to yourself when taking your souls babygirl”

You leaned against the counter and shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, how else would I get you all riled up and angry?”

Bucky was in front of you in a blink, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pressed himself up against you. The proximity of the man in front of you made you melt, your body immediately submitting to him as he stared at you. If you had a soul you were sure he’d be looking into it.

“Is that what it is? You like when I’m angry and jealous?”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, “You’ve been so busy baby. I’ve had to fill the void with what I could take”

That didn’t make him loosen his hold or react, he just kept staring at you as if to say it was your move now and who were you if not an amazing actress.

“We both know I belong to you. And I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else but you”

You moved your hand to grab onto his own that was pressed against your neck, leaning down to take two of his fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. Bucky’s chest rumbled with a growl as he stood before you mesmerized, his dick twitching against his black dress pants he had on.

“I brought us an audience daddy,” you said when you pulled away from his hand a small trail of spit following your lips “You know how much I love it when people hear us fucking. It gets me so wet just thinking about all those guys out there wanting to get in my panties while my one and only is fucking me stupid”

That had done it for him, he slammed you against the mirror behind you causing it to break and fall around you as he took your lips in his, kissing you sloppy and animalistic. You let out a moan and a smile in victory, pressing your body into him not caring if you cut your hand on the shards that surrounded you. Bucky grabbed onto the point where your dress slit ended on your hip and tore the fabric open, making you gasp “This is my favorite dress”

“I’ll buy you another”

His growl tore through you, going straight to your aching core causing you to begin grinding against his dick for some relief. You reached your hand up to lick the trail of blood from your hand that was cut open making a show of it, your tongue trailing against your finger before motioning for him to get close. You pulled him into you and kissed him, hearing him moan into your mouth as you shamelessly continued grinding against him

“I want your dick daddy. Fuck I want it so bad. Need you to fuck me please. My pussy is so wet for you”

Bucky reached down and tore your panties from your body, his fingers trailing along your slit and gathering your wetness onto his fingers before slipping them into his mouth, moaning in response “Fuck you know just how to get me going little one. Want me to eat you out you little minx? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

You whined as you nodded and lifted your legs, your heels propping themselves up onto the counter to open up for him “Please. Want to cum on your tongue daddy. Make me cum please”

Bucky kneeled down in front of your open thighs and wasted no time as he leaned in and began to lick at every crevice he could reach and even some you didn’t know he could reach. His tongue worked from your entrance all the way up to your clit, making quick work of it. You moaned out obscenely, your hand reaching down to grip his hair and pressing him further into you as you grind your pussy down onto his face. You pleaded and moaned louder as he sucked and licked at you, your heels falling onto his back and digging into his skin. He hissed in response but otherwise kept at it, licking and sucking and repeating until you felt that familiar twist in your stomach.

“Oh fuck...yes please. Please give it to me, make me cum for you daddy. Shit yes!”

You made sure to be as loud as you wanted knowing the audience that had gathered on the other side of the restroom door. Bucky hit that one spot on your clit over and over again, causing your toes to curl in your heels and your back to arch up dramatically. Your eyes rolled up as you came loud and hard, your body convulsing and your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck. You attempted to push him away as you felt your body become too sensitive which only caused him to pin you down harder on the counter as he continued

“I...I can’t. Wait….oh fuck”

But he was a demon possessed as he kept going before you felt yourself come again, harder this time as you gripped onto the sink the pressure causing you to snap one of the handles clean off. You felt your release flow out of you as Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand “Shit I love it when you do that for me”

His shirt was wet with your orgasm and he sent you a smirk as he undid his pants, bringing his cock out as he stroked it. You watched him in awe as you smiled at him, your eyes just as black as his as he reached over to pick you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him close, feeling his cock hard against your core.

“Fuck me. My pussy wants you so bad”

Bucky smirked at you before lining himself up and pushing into you fully in one thrust. You let your head rest back against the wall, unable to form a sound when you tried to moan before he began to slam up into you. He fucked you like an animal, all teeth and hands and no emotion. The air of authority fell off of him and made you moan and squeal every time he slid past that spot inside of you. Your nails made work, scratching at his neck when you tried to hold on, at his back causing his shirt to rip open and at the upper part of his ass so you could bring him closer to you.

“I want another out of you little one. I want you to cum all over my dick before I cum inside of this tight pussy you understand me? You gonna do that for me baby? Gonna….shit, gonna give me another one?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy I’ll do it. Anything for you, anything”

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, the vibrations coming off of the two of you causing the lights to flicker in small space and the doors to the stalls to shake on the hinges. When you felt your third orgasm coming you leaned in to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip roughly. You graced him with the most pornographic sounds you had in you, urging him on before you came, your walls gripping onto him like a vice not wanting to let him go. Bucky groaned and let his head fall back before he gripped your hips and began to take full control, using his strength to pull you down on him harder to get into you deeper. The force caused you to slam against the tile wall as you held onto him for salvation.

“Talk to me baby” he said as he used a hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him, “You know how much I love hearing you talk filthy to me”

Your walls spasmed around him as you felt what could have been another orgasm coming as you kept eye contact with him

“Oh daddy, I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me completely with your cum. I want to be able to feel you inside of me for days. Please give it to me, please cum for me. You make me feel so good baby. Give it to me, fuck give it to me”

Your words drove him to the edge, his hips stuttering as he pushed into you again and he spilled himself inside of you, his orgasm also spurring on another of your own. Bucky’s hands grabbed onto you and pulled you in tightly as he rode out his release into you, pulling out slowly and pushing any cum that was slipping out back into you. You had a dumb smile on your face and you kissed him and pulled away.

“Want to finish this somewhere a little more private?”

Bucky listened to you finally hearing the cheers on the other side of the door and he smirked to himself as he leaned in to kiss you once again and set you on your feet so he could adjust himself, “You really are a bad girl”

You hummed in response as you looked in the mirror and fixed your eyeliner a bit, stepping over the dead body on the floor and you looked down “Almost forgot he was in here”

Bucky chuckled to himself and moved to take a hold of your waist. “What did this poor bastard do?”

“He has a pregnant fiance at home. Figured someone should teach him about consequences so he could use it in his next lifetime”

Bucky let out a deep but loud laugh as he squeezed you to him, “Let’s get outta here”

You smiled as you moved to unlock the bathroom door and allowed it to open a bit before walking back to Bucky and shifting out of the bathroom. You stood right outside and when you heard screaming and commotion you grinned in delight before walking towards Bucky who was waiting for you.

“Thank you”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek and looked down at you with admiration, “What for little one?”

“For blessing me with a new life worth living”

Bucky smiled as you both made your way down the busy street, ignoring the looks you got at your obvious physical state. His lips kissed your temple and he pulled you closer into him, “You deserve it. Now, my place or yours?”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #james buchanan barnes smut #james buchanan barnes imagine #demon!bucky #demon!reader #marvel smut #bucky barnes #dark fic #demon smut

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youngbloodslut · 3 years

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celebrity crush | 2/??

a/n: the first interview is mostly based off of dove cameron and ava max’s interviews with popbuzz

summary: actress! reader somehow manages to bring up her crush on calum hood in every interview

pairing(s): calum hood x reader, platonic! reader x tom holland

warning(s): swearing? slight mentions of kinks

“She’s at it again mate,” Ashton smirked as he carried his laptop over to Calum who was sat on the sofa. He flipped open the computer and hit play on y/n y/l/n’s newest interview.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna-” Calum rubbed his hand over is face and shook his head.

Ashton ignored him and turned up the volume to drown out his protest. “Shhh.. watch.”

“Hey guys, I’m y/n y/l/n and this is the Pop Buzz Tower of Truth.” You spoke as the title popped up on screen.

“I think I’m gonna end up tipping it before I can even get one block out,” You said as you tried to carefully pull of a wooden block.

“That will never work,” Calum heard a voice from off camera say and recognized it as Tom Holland. He tried not to frown as you laughed and mocked him.

“Y’know what, we’re leaving that one.” You laughed, leaving the original block alone and easily pulling out another block.

“There we go. Okay, what was the last movie or tv show that make you cry? Dead Poets Society. I love Dead Poets Society so much and Tom had never seen it so we watched it after finishing yesterdays interviews.” You placed the block on top of the tower. “And he cried.”

The camera crew laughed as Tom shouted a, “Hey!”

“Tell us one thing about you that we don’t know. Um, this is hard because I’m always saying stuff that I shouldn’t be. Um, I’m an Oxford comma worshiper.” You said, unsure whether or not that’s interesting enough.

“Oxford comma?” A crew member behind the camera questioned.

“Yeah, y’know, the comma that comes before ‘and’ when making a list. I hate that people don’t use it because then I get all confused. Like if I were to write ‘Lizzie, Tom, and Robert are going to the party’ and I don’t add a comma before ‘and’ then it seems like Tom and Robert would be arriving at the party together. But some people who don’t use the Oxford comma could mean that all three people were showing up separately so I never know. Y’know what I mean?”

The camera crew were all silent after her rant and Calum chuckled a bit to himself. He thought it was cute that you were so passionate about the smallest things. Ashton looked over to him as Calum admired you through the screen. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew Calum secretly liked how much you talked about him.

“No,” Tom responded honestly

“Ugh,” You rolled your eyes dramatically and looked into the camera, “See, these are the type of guys you got to look out for: Un-grammarly men.” You joked.

“Un-grammarly isn’t a thing.” Tom laughed.

“Well if it were a thing, you’d be one.” You fired back at Tom.

“Anyway, who is your favorite artist right now? Um, probably Wallows, I love them and their music.”

“I was really expecting Calum Hood to be honest.” Tom shouted from across the room.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just forgot about him like that. I love you Calum Hood. I love 5sos.” You held up your hands into a heart shape and moved your hands from side to side.

You then dropped them and grabbed another block. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that people are actually going to see these interviews. Like, he could literally see this. Dude, I hope he doesn’t.” You paused, “Oh god, do you think he knows about my crush on him?” You had been mentioning him for years and it had never once occurred to you that he could actually see these.

Calum laughed at the irony of the situation. Here he was watching a video of you saying you hoped he’d never see said video.

“This is humiliating.” You mumbled though you didn’t seem to actually care, “Who was your first celebrity crush? Oh uh, definitely Andrew Garfield. I remember when I first watched the Social Network and I was like obsessed. My friend and I both watched it over 10 times within like two months. And then would continuously make Mark Zuckerberg jokes. But of course, Calum Hood now owns my heart.” You put the block on top of the tower. “I’m actually doing really good, I thought I’d knock it down by now.”

“Describe in detail the worst date you’ve ever been on. Okay so I was like fifteen right, and, well I’m not even sure if this counts as a date. I think he considered it a date so I guess it was but basically we were in the car, he was sixteen so he could drive. We were in the drive through, we had already ordered, and he started feeling around in is pockets and I was like oh god, cause I knew what was about to happen. He was like, ‘oh no i think i lost my wallet’, and I was like its fine I’ll pay. I really didn’t mind. I ended up paying, we got our drinks and without missing a beat, we hadn’t even pulled out of the drive through, he was like’oh here’s my wallet.’ I really didn’t mind paying for my coffee, I wouldn’t mind paying for both of our coffees. But him going out of his way to lie, and then not even lie well, was so irritating.” She placed the block on the top and picked up a new one.

“What is the most useless idem you’ve ever purchased? Um, I bought a seven foot giraffe while I saw drunk once.” The block was added to the top, the tower now taller than you. “He’s in my living room if you wanted to know.”

You grabbed the next block carelessly, immediately regretting it when the tower fell behind you, “Oh shit, well I guess we’re done then.” You said nonchalantly, looking at the blocks on the floor. “I don’t think I’ll be playing this again anytime soon. Love you guys,” You held up your hands, “Love you Calum Hood.” You winked before the outro began to play.

“She must really love you, Cal.” Ashton poked Calum’s cheek annoyingly, “She’s got no shame.”

Calum wouldn’t admit it, but as soon as he got home he looked you up again. He clicked on the same video Ashton showed him and scrolled through the comments.

y/nscalumhoodkink: MOMOMOMOMOMOM

datemey/n: Queen of Jenga

ashtonfletchersbitch: Y/N LITERALLY IS ME

5esohes: no because y/n y/l/n and calum hood together is my kink

noemptywalletshere: not only does y/n own this fandom, but my ass too

He couldn’t help but laugh at the comments no matter how interesting they were. But something in the back of his head kept yelling at him. She doesn’t acting like you. Shes just likes your music, nothing more. He sighed and clicked out of the video and was about the close his laptop when his cursor handed on a video.

Y/n Y/l/n foaming at the mouth while talking about Calum Hood for 5 minutes straight.

He clicked on it a little too quickly and waited for it too load.

“Calum Hood choke me challenge.” You stuck out your tongue and threw up a peace sign with an innocent look plastered on here face.

“Bro imagine if Calum Hood saw this?” “Oh he would definitely fall for you after this video”

The third thing to pop up was a tweet from 2015 just saying: #marrymecalumhood

“Calum Hood send me hand pics. This is a demand, not a request.”

Calum continued to watch the entire video. Normally, the thirsty comments would have made him uncomfortable, but them coming from you made his heart race and cheeks flush.

God, what was happening to him?

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.5k

Read part 1 here

“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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I'm OBSESSED w/the Howard Stern fic and I was wondering if you could write another interview w/ Howard like matbe it's the first interview after you had gone pubblic... there's a line in your fic “I remember though, at first we were all a little uncertain about her. She’s not exactly like the other women you have a history with"...just like building on that and "I just mean, we were used to seeing you with models and actresses.."where yn is introvert,normal grl who helped H w/his mentalhealth

first of all thank you so much 🥺 it means a lot to me that you liked that other fic that much! i changed your request a little bit because i honestly couldn't picture harry opening up this much in an interview with howard stern slkfjdslkfj but i hope you like it!

tysm to @ssacalumsg0lden for beta reading for me :)))))

zane lowe

warnings: mentions of bad relationships

word count: 1.6k

"So what have you been up to, Harry?" Zane asked, leaning his arm against the picnic table.

"You know, the usual. Some music stuff," Harry said. "But I'm also trying to spend a lot of time with my family and friends. It's so hard to do that when you're on tour or working on a new album, it kind of takes over your life. So I like to try and make sure to do that whenever I'm able to."

"That's good, it helps to stay grounded."

Harry nodded. "It's very easy, I think, to get swept away from your normal life. So I try to surround myself with the people I love as much as possible, for the sake of my sanity," he laughed.

"That's good, it's important to do that," Zane nodded. "Do you notice a positive change in your mood now that you do that?"

"I do, very much," Harry nodded, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he smiled. "I've... There's a few new people I've gotten very close with, and it's made me so much happier."

Harry was, of course, talking about you. His girlfriend of one year. The woman who had changed his life.

Harry knew his relationship with you was different than ones he'd had before. Before, relationships weren't relaxing. They weren't something that made him feel safe, or a space for him to unwind after a long day. They were just something else he had to expend energy on. He was always performing, always trying to make his girlfriend happy, even if that meant sacrificing his own sleep, or comfort, or happiness.

But with you, it was different. For once, he didn't have to be anyone except himself. He didn't have to force himself to stay at afterparties for hours and hours, drinking too much and talking to people he didn't really know. He didn't have to come home after a long day, only to get cleaned up and get ready to go out for a fancy dinner. He didn't have to fake anything, not with you. He could just... be. For the first time in his life, he felt like he could completely be himself, no changes needed.

He had never really been with an introvert before; his previous relationships were always go go go. The next party, the next after party, the next after after party. It was exhausting, if he was being honest. Of course he appreciated the opportunity to celebrate with his friends and meet new people, but sometimes he was just tired. He was tired of being Harry Styles, the pop star who parties constantly. Sometimes he just wanted to come home and decompress, talk to his girlfriend about his day, and ask about hers. He was tired of being on all the time.

Which is why he loved his relationship with you so much. With you, everything seemed easy. Since you were decidedly an introvert, the majority of your evenings with him were spent watching movies in either one of your living rooms. On the nights you did go out (usually suggested by Harry, because you would honestly be fine to stay in every night) you didn't go to extravagant gatherings or five star restaurants. You preferred to explore smaller local shops and cafes, or old book stores, or antique stores, or walk around in a park, or go for a picnic. Places where you and Harry could just be together, without the pressure of others around you.

Harry was happier than he'd ever been. He didn't realize exactly how tiring it was to go out every night until he stopped doing it.

At first though, you were a little concerned about his sudden change of habits. You worried he would begin to resent you for keeping him in every night, since you really weren't interested in going out. After you had been dating for about 2 months, you decided to ask him about it.

"Harry, if you want to go out and... get drinks with your friends, or just meet up with them, you can," you said encouragingly. "I don't want you to feel like you can't do anything just because I don't like going out, I promise I'm not going to be upset if you want to do stuff like that." You were a little shy speaking about this, because it had been an issue before. It's really hard to sustain a relationship when one half wants to go out and have fun every night, and the other just wants to stay in and watch Netflix.

His eyes widened a little and he shook his head. "That's not- I mean if you're sick of having me here..." his voice took on a teasing tone.

"Yeah, because the way I cuddle you constantly really makes it seem like I want you to leave," you rolled your eyes. "But I'm serious, I don't want you to feel like I'm keeping you from doing stuff."

"You don't," he said quickly. "I feel like in other relationships I’ve had, I had to be on all the time. I was ready to go out whenever, we would shut down every party, we were just running around constantly, and I... was so over it," he dropped his head against your shoulder, laughing. "I would so much rather stay in. I mean, I still like going out sometimes, but I really don't have any desire to be like that anymore. I felt like shit all the time because I was always hungover and sleep deprived. Also... I kind of felt like the only reason people wanted to be with me wasn't because they liked me, they just liked the idea of me. They liked the friends and connections I had, they liked the parties I could take them to. I felt... kind of used, I guess. I never felt like I could just be myself, because that's not why they wanted to be with me."

You frowned, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. "I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that. I don't want you to feel like that anymore, okay? I want you to feel safe enough with me that you can just be yourself. And I really hope you know the reason I want to be with you. I want to be with you for you, not parties or connections or anything else."

You heard a quiet sniffle, and although his head was in your neck, you could tell he was crying.

"Baby, don't cry," you cooed soothingly, continuing to play with the little hairs at the back of his neck.

"I just... I love you," he said quietly. "And I know it's soon, but I do. I've never been more sure of anything. You don't have to say it back-"

"I love you too," you cut him off quietly. "Very, very much."

-----

Harry smiled as he thought back on that conversation. "Yeah. Definitely a positive change in my mood.

"I'm very glad to hear that," Zane said. "The right person can really change everything."

"They can," Harry agreed. "And that shows, in my music as well as my personal life. When I was writing Fine Line, I was having some of the lowest points of my life. Some of the highest too, but that just goes to show that I had no stability. I was just constantly up and down, thrown from super high highs to very low lows. I just felt... bad, a lot. But now I'm in a much better place, I think, and I think you can really hear that on this new record."

"Well, I'm very excited to hear it!" Zane smiled. "I think we all are."

"Thank you," Harry blushed. "There's a few songs on there that I'm very excited to share. Some very personal ones, so that's a little nerve wracking, but overall," he laughed lightly. "Overall I think they're some of my favorites that I've ever written."

"And are these songs about a certain person?"

"They are," Harry smiled. "She's the reason I'm in this better place. She's the reason I've been able to process so many of my emotions and put them into songs like this, so really she's the one you'll have to thank when the album comes out."

"She sounds wonderful," Zane smiled, looking out over the waves crashing on the shore.

"She is," Harry nodded, following the other man's gaze. "She's really... she's everything."

-----

"Harry, that was amazing," you grinned, launching yourself into his arms. The interview had concluded about an hour ago, and Harry just arrived home with takeout from the Chinese place you both loved.

"Thank you," he smiled, setting the bags down before he hugged you back. "Missed you, though."

"Missed you too." You leaned up to kiss him, but pulled away before it could go too far. "But I'm hungry. Let's eat?"

"Sure," he laughed, picking up the bags to bring them to the table. "Uh- I'm sorry if I said anything too personal, I didn't mean to take it so far. I was just thinking about how much I love you-"

"It's okay," you cut in. "I loved it, I promise it's okay."

"That's good," he leaned over to kiss your cheek. "I honestly had to hold myself back a lot, once i start talking about you it's hard to stop."

Your cheeks burned from the compliments, and you moved to return the tender gesture. "You're so sweet," you smiled. "But I'm, like, starving, so can we talk about this later?"

"Sure we can," Harry laughed. "Anything for you. You're everything."

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