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messrprcngs · 2 years
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I’m looking for a Steve Rogers fic that started right after Steve came out of the ice. I can’t remember if it was a reader insert or OC, but they were tasked with helping him get acclimated to modern times. They are an agent of SHIELD and they’ve been tracking down this bad guy who keeps shooting them in the shoulder or something. They had it set out to cover all the movies up until Endgame. The last time I saw it on my feed, the author had finished most of Age of Ultron. I think the reader insert or OC was also sent to convince Steve to help track down Loki and then during AOU Steve and them finally kissed. I don’t remember too much about it, but I could probably think of a few more details. Is this something that you’ve heard of or maybe your followers?
hello !! i don't know what fic this is, so sorry :( i hope you find it, though !
to my other followers : if you know what fic this is, please let them know ( messaging them would probably be simplest, but feel free to drop the fic in a reply if you know it ). thank you, lovelies !! <3
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messrprcngs · 3 years
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time to play "spot the imperialist propaganda"
So let's start with this image: a villain with a red handprint covering their face, otherwise wearing pretty plain clothes
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I was curious as to what this character represented in the comics, so I did a little digging. I found this article which introduced me to the Flag Smashers. Sounded sketchy so I kept looking into it.
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This bit from a marvel wiki confirmed my fears. We're aligning Nazism with anti-patriotism. This villain represents someone critical of the United States. Apparently the Flag Smasher has an alter ego named Captain Anarchy but I didn't look into it.
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In a time of social unrest, protests and riots against the state, Marvel has essentially aligned themselves with nationalism. Now back to the red hand. This is what initially made me uncomfortable.
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The red hand wasn't apart of the Flag Smashers original design, this is new. All while pushing a nationalist narrative, Marvel has appropriated an indigenous symbol of resistance. This isn't an accident. They're siphoning power away from a movement that addresses colonial violence, they're portraying those that criticize the settler state as "flag smashers", villains as dangerous as Nazis. If you're not patriotic, if you're not loyal to the oppressive state, you're against Captain America. And no it's not racist because Captain America is black now. Kinda like how there's an overrepresentation of black actors in police roles. This is propaganda.
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messrprcngs · 4 years
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AN ABUNDANCE OF PINING.
SUMMARY : bucky accidentally comes across fanfiction you wrote about him on tumblr. instead of being freaked out, he’s actually quite flattered, and asks to see more of your writing. he finds that there’s a common theme with almost everything you’ve written about him, but he’s too dense to realize why that is. PAIRING : bucky barnes x reader ( implied female, kind of ? ) WARNINGS : lots of pining, as that is a given. not really angst. FLUFF ! WORD COUNT : 5.2k. this now holds the title of ‘longest fic sophie’s written’ A/N : my first bucky barnes fic !! i hope you guys like it ! inifinity war and endgame ? never saw them, didn’t happen. the avengers are all happily alive and living in the complex together (but steve is retired so sam is still the new cap) and that’s final.
"bucky, can you grab my phone from my room?” you called out from the kitchen. “i need to check my texts again to make sure i didn’t ruin this first batch of muffins!”
"sure thing, doll!” he called back from the living room. you shivered at the nickname, which you scolded yourself for immediately after. he used it all the time; you should have been used to it by now. you weren’t.
you paused your stirring, listening for the squeak of leather that indicated that bucky had pushed himself up off the couch to go retrieve your phone for you. you heard it, followed by the so-faint-it-was-barely-audible padding of his feet on the hardwood, and went back to whipping up more batter for the next batch.
you were pretty certain that you hadn’t, in fact, completely ruined your first batch of muffins. you were a better baker than that! but the new recipe you’d just gotten for killer chocolate chip muffins came straight from your aunt, a downright marvelous baker, and you didn’t want to mess anything up; they had to be perfect.
which was precisely why your first batch, which you’d popped into the oven almost twenty minutes ago, consisted of only six muffins.
you hadn’t wanted to risk wasting all your ingredients only to find out that you’d forgotten one of the tips your aunt had given you and subsequently made your muffins taste subpar in comparison to hers.
you hummed to yourself as you stirred in more chocolate chips and waited for bucky to come back. your humming stretched on for what felt like forever, and yet still no bucky.
looking up at the timer above the stove, you found that it’d already been three minutes since you’d sent bucky to get your phone, which was strange. he knew where your room was because you lived on the same floor, which was only two floors above where you were now; it wasn’t like it was hard to get there and back. besides, he had super long legs and didn’t run out of breath quickly. what the hell was taking him so long?
you took the rubber spatula you were using to smooth the batter out and set it on top of the bowl before peaking your head out into the living room from the kitchen. what you found surprised you: bucky, standing in the middle of the room, scrolling through your phone and staring down at whatever he was doing intently.
it wasn’t the simple act of him going through your phone that surprised - and confused - you. you were best friends (a title he’d been quick to assure you had more than enough room for both you and steve), after all; he knew your passcode by heart, and you his, though you generally didn’t fiddle with his phone, seeing as he still wasn’t very familiar with modern day technology and wouldn’t know how to undo anything you changed. no, you were surprised because he hadn’t come into the kitchen to make sure you checked what you needed to before stealing your phone away from you. he always made sure you checked your phone before stealing it away from you. something about this didn’t add up. 
“bucky?” you asked, and his head snapped up so quickly it gave you the impression that you’d startled him. “whatchya doin’? i need my phone to check the recipe.”
he rolled his eyes. “please, doll, i’m sure you got the recipe right. when have you not gotten a recipe right?”
you chose not to bring up the time you’d made oatmeal cookies for the team. no one needed to relive that experience.
“my phone, buck,” you whined instead, walking out into the living room.
“well, you see,” he started, and you raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going. it was never good when bucky barnes started off a sentence with ‘well, you see’. “i actually found something pretty interesting on your phone when i opened it, y/n.”
“oh?” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, even as your lungs fell into your stomach and your heart jumped up into your throat. you hoped he wasn’t talking about what you thought he was talking about. you tried to think back to what app you’d been using before coming down to bake, if you’d closed it, if you’d clicked out of it at all or not. you didn’t remember closing it or clicking out of it, but you sure did remember what app you’d been on: tumblr.
bucky hummed in affirmation. “yep. you were open to some wonderful writing, doll.”
you gulped. oh god, he found it. “really?”
bucky tried to suppress a smile as he said, “mhm. really wonderful writing. about me.” you wanted to die. he knew. god, this was a mess. “and i know i don’t really know anythin’ about the internet, but i know enough to’ve figured out that the account it was on is yours, huh, doll?”
you knew that you weren’t really bright red right now, but you definitely felt bright red. your face was burning, and your fingers were throbbing with the force of the heat rolling down your neck and into your arms. this was a mess. bucky had found the fanfiction you’d written about him. he probably figured out that you were in love with him just from reading it, too, and was bringing it up with you now to tell you that he was both utterly creeped out and didn’t love you the way he’d discovered you desperately wanted him to.
“i, i, uh - erm -” you stammered, blinking up at him rapidly to keep the tears that were pricking at the backs of your eyes at bay. “i . . . i’m really sorry, bucky.”
you lowered your head and cast your eyes downward, feeling like a child who had just been severely scolded - except this was worse, because bucky, your best friend and the man you were in love with, had just found the one thing you never wanted him to find.
“why’re you sorry, doll? the writing’s good!” you snapped your head up immediately at that, wincing from the force of the movement.
“it’s what?” you asked, incredulous.
“it’s good, doll,” he repeated. he seemed sincere. “though i don’t remember secretly pining over anyone named ‘whyenn’.”
despite the horrifying situation you were in, you couldn’t help but laugh at how he pronounced ‘y/n’. bucky let a grin slowly take over his face at the sound of your laughter.
“that’s because it’s fanfiction, buck. nothing i wrote about in whatever piece of mine you read actually happened,” you told him. you knew he knew what fanfiction was because of the time he’d caught you crying over a deamus fic and you’d had to explain what it was to him. you’d never told him anything about reader insert fanfiction, though - for a very good reason. that reason being, of course, because it was the kind of fanfiction you wrote.
“i figured,” he said. “but i had no idea that anyone would want to write fanfiction about me. or that you were such a great writer, y/n.”
the panic that was tearing at the inside of your chest subsided a bit, both because of his compliment and because he was taking this whole thing very well considering he clearly knew how you felt about him now and clearly didn’t feel the same way.
“a lot of people want to write fanfiction about you, bucky,” you told him. “you’re kind of a big thing on sites that are popular for fanfiction. so’s the rest of the team.” why were you telling him this? oh, that’s right: because you just never knew when to shut up.
both of bucky’s eyebrow’s raised at that. “oh really?” he was still grinning. “do you write stuff about the rest of the team, too?”
you looked away. “sometimes, yeah. but you can’t tell them!” you conveniently failed to mention that it was generally only when your readers sent in requests for something with another member of the team that you wrote for them.
“i mostly write stuff about you, though,” you added, before you could stop yourself. god, how you wanted the floor to tear open and swallow you whole right then.
“yeah?” the amusement was plain in bucky’s voice. “i won’t tell them, but am i your favorite member of the team, doll?”
you moved your eyes back to his before saying earnestly, “you are, bucky. really. it’s easiest to write things about you. because you’re my best friend,” you added quickly. maybe if you said it enough, you could distract him from the fact he’d discovered that you saw him as much, much more than just a best friend.
“easier to write about me?” he echoed, cocking his head to right like an adorable puppy.
“well, yeah,” you said, avoiding his eyes again. “i know you. i know how you talk and how you react to things and how sweet and caring and lovable you are. i know how much time it took for you to get to where you are now, to be in a place where you’re not constantly sad and . . . and terrified. i know everything about you, buck. it’s easy to translate that into writing.”
your eyes met again as you finished, and for a terribly drawn out moment, it appeared as if you’d rendered him speechless.
“wow, doll,” he breathed finally, his eyes soft. “i don’t know what to say other than i love you.”
now it was your turn to be left speechless. “i, you - what? do you really?” you tried not to get your hopes up, but it was hard when bucky was standing in front of you, looking so at ease and so, so breathtakingly beautiful.
for a second you thought you’d seen bucky’s eyes widen ever so slightly, but you blinked and they were normally sized once again, and bucky’s brow had furrowed. “well yeah,” he said. “you’re my best friend - of course i love you.”
you swallowed all that hope and let it sink miserably down to the pit of your stomach. of course. of course that was what he meant. you knew that you’d just said the same thing, but how could he say that he loved you when he clearly knew how you felt. unless . . .
no. you couldn’t entertain the thought that maybe he hadn’t realized just how much you loved him. it was glaringly obvious in everything you wrote about him. bucky was smart; there was no way he hadn’t figured it out.
you opened your mouth as if to speak, though you had no idea what to say. luckily, though, bucky cut in before it could become obvious to him that you weren’t, in fact, going to say anything. “do you mind if i read some more?”
“you - if you . . . what?”
“read more, doll,” he said again, smiling. “your writing’s good! i want to read more of it.”
“you want to read more . . . of my fanfiction . . . about you?” you asked, disbelieving. he laughed at the look on your face.
“yes, doll. that’s exactly what i want.”
you shifted your weight from one leg to the other uneasily. did you really want to let him read more of your writing? you knew if you said no, he’d respect your decision and leave it alone. but where was the harm, really? he’d already read one piece of yours, a one shot, probably. bucky was always sweet and kind, and thankfully hadn’t mentioned the painfully obvious: that you were very, incredibly, wholeheartedly in love with him. what else did you have to lose?
“sure, buck,” you said hesitantly. you couldn’t believe you were agreeing to this. “you can read more of what i wrote.”
bucky gave a cheerful shout, and you couldn’t help but smile; his happiness was contagious, even in the most minute of ways.
“BUT,” you added, matching his volume momentarily before taking it back down. “i need my phone back to check on this recipe first.”
bucky rolled his eyes, but handed you your phone anyway. “fine,” he said, a mock pout gracing his lips.
you unlocked your phone and quickly clicked out of tumblr before you could rethink your decision. you opened your texts as you turned around and made your way back to the kitchen, bucky following close behind. you scrolled through the conversation with your aunt to find the tips she’d given you, and mentally checked off the ones you’d done as you went down the list.
when you were finished, all the tips had been mentally checked off, and you smiled, pleased with yourself. you turned to face bucky, who was already looking at you expectantly, and handed him back your phone.
though he looked like he wanted to run off right then and there with the device, he stayed a moment to ask, “so? did you do everything right?”
you nodded, the little proud smile still on your face. he grinned at you. “see, what’d i tell you, doll?” he said. “now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be in the living room, reading.” he turned on his heel and walked briskly out of the kitchen.
you sighed and let yourself lean against the counter. hopefully this wouldn’t blow up in your face.
twenty minutes later and your first batch of muffins were cooling on top of the stove as you popped two more full sheets into the oven.
when you were finished, you wiped your hands on a dish towel and inhaled a deep, deep breath, before letting the air out in a heavy sigh. your next batch of muffins wouldn’t be done for another 40 minutes, and there was no need to make more batter, because you already had plenty ready for the third batch (because lord knows the team wouldn’t be satisfied with just twenty-four chocolate chip muffins).
your only other option was to go out into the living room and face bucky.
setting the dish towel down and steeling yourself, you walked out into the living room, where you found bucky sitting on one of the couches, fully engrossed in whatever he was reading on your phone (or rather, which of your fanfictions he was reading on your phone, you reminded yourself).
as you drew closer, you were able to make out fading tear tracks on bucky’s cheeks, and you nearly choked on your own spit. had he found the rest of your writing so horrible that he’d cried over it?
bucky tore his eyes away from the screen like it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do and looked up at you, his wide eyes full of a peculiar mix of heartbreak and wonder, with a dash of something you couldn’t quite place.
“how could you kill her, y/n?” was the first thing he said to you, his voice very close to a whimper. he looked absolutely devastated.
while you knew he had to be talking about something you’d written, you couldn’t help but say, “what?” in response.
“you killed her,” bucky said, as if that cleared everything up. “you killed her when i’d just gotten her back and, and - and i promised to marry her, y/n! marry her! and you still killed her! how could you do this to me, y/n?”
you blinked. “bucky,” you said, very slowly, “are you talking about 'good grief’?”
“‘am i talking about ‘good grief’’,” bucky mimicked. “of course i’m talking about ‘good grief’! what else would i be talking about?”
‘good grief’ was a series you were in the middle of working on, with a central plot point - and the series title - coming from bastille’s song of the same name. it was an au in which bucky hadn’t been taken by hydra, and it was one of your best-written pieces in your own opinion. it appeared that bucky thought so, too, if he was getting this worked up about the reader insert’s apparent death.
“so i take it you like it, then?”
bucky straightened up. “like it?” he asked. “no, i don’t like it. i absolutely hate it!”
hearing that immediately made you feel sick. god, how stupid to were you to think that bucky would actually like what you’d written, whether he thought whatever he’d read first had been good or not. before you could say anything, bucky continued.
“my heart is broken! utterly and entirely shattered, doll. how could you do this to me? your writing is so, so, so . . .” he appeared as if he were struggling to find the right words. “gut-wrenchingly beautiful and my heart is real fuckin’ hurt, doll.”
you were startled by his outburst. “i - what? you think my writing’s beautiful?”
bucky rolled his eyes, suddenly exasperated. “yes, doll, i think your writing’s beautiful. it’s wonderful. how many times do i have to tell you that?”
“as many times as you’d like,” you said before you could stop yourself. you were rewarded by the quirking down of the corners of bucky’s lips that indicated he was trying to suppress a smile.
“then i’ll tell you all the time, y/n/n.”
“how . . . how much did you read?” you asked fiddling with your fingers as an excuse to not make eye contact.
“everything,” he said immediately, and you looked up, shocked. you hadn’t expected him to want to read your writing that much.
“er, everything about me,” he clarified. somehow, that was infinitely worse.
“oh,” was all you said as you went back to avoiding eye contact.
“actually, i had a question about your writing, doll.”
you looked up at that. “oh?” you gulped, preparing for the worst.
“yeah,” bucky said. “why is everything you write about me full of longing?”
you were stunned. “i - what?”
“well it’s just,” bucky continued, “that while i was reading, i noticed that the topic of pining is really prevalent in what you write about me. even when it’s not central to the plot, like in those - what are they called? ‘one shots’? yeah - one shots, you always mention pining and longing.”
you didn’t know what to say. you knew bucky, and you knew when he was genuinely asking a question he didn’t know the answer to (he wasn’t a very good actor). which was why you knew that his question was sincere, that he really had no idea why you included near-excessive pining in everything you wrote about him. had no idea that you included it because you were pining after him just as hopelessly as your reader inserts were.
and that meant . . . that meant that he really didn’t know that you were in love with him. he hadn’t been avoiding bringing it up to spare you the embarrassment; he hadn’t realized in the first place!
a huge wave of relief built up inside you, washing away the panic that was still tucked into your chest, but with it came an equally sized wave of disappointment. part of you, you supposed, had hoped that bucky would take you in his arms after reading the rest of your fanfiction and kiss you senseless before telling you that he’d always loved you just the same way you loved him. that he’d always been in love with you.
but of course, that was just a fantasy, too much like fanfiction to ever have a hope of becoming a reality.
you didn’t know what to say, but there bucky was, blinking up at you oh so innocently from his seat on the couch as he patiently waited for an answer, and so you said the only thing you could say: the truth.
“there’s so much . . . pining and longing because . . . i have a lot of experience with pining.”
well, as much of the truth as you could bear to reveal to him, anyway.
“but um, unlike . . . in my writing, the person i’m pining after doesn’t love me back.”
maybe it was a trick of the light, but you could have sworn something dark and hurting passed over bucky’s eyes when you said that, but a second later the look was gone. instead, bucky was cocking his head to the side as his brow furrowed. “what do you mean, doll?”
you sighed. “i mean,” you started as you sat down next to him on the couch, “exactly what i said. i love someone, but they don’t love me back.” you paused and thought for a moment before continuing. “well, i shouldn’t say that. i know he loves me. but just . . . not the way i want him to.”
when you’d sat down, your eyes had focused themselves on the edge of the accent rug that lay in front of the couch, and as you lifted them to meet bucky’s after your pseudo-confession, you found his whole body turned towards you.
bucky was still sporting that confused look on his face when he said, “how could anyone not love you like that?” so soft and breathless, as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud at all. his eyes searched your face as if he were looking for an answer to his question and all you could do was stare at him, silent and frozen.
god, if he kept this stuff up, you were going to explode from all the yearning that was building up inside of you.
bucky’s gaze connected with yours again, and it was as if something in your eyes had snapped him out of whatever haze he’d been in, because a millisecond later he was looking away and clearing his throat.
“so that’s why -” he said, as if whatever had just happened hadn’t happened, “- you write in so much pining when you’re writing about me?”
god, he was so clueless. and as much as you wanted to tell him that the person you were in love with was him, that it would always be him because he was strong and brave and kind and so, so breathtakingly beautiful, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. you didn’t think you could stand to be in the same room with him ever again if you told him and he smiled that pretty smile at you, all soft and sweet and pitiful, right before letting you down gently and saying that he’d always want you as his best friend no matter what happened. which really fucking sucked, because you didn’t know what you’d do without bucky.
“yeah,” you said. “like i said, it’s just . . . so much easier to write things when they’re about you. easier to . . . transfer my feelings to someone else when that someone else is . . . you.” you winced at the lie, but if bucky noticed, he didn’t mention it.
in fact, he was quiet for what felt like a long, long time before looking up at you and saying, “well, doll, whoever this guy is, he’s an idiot for not loving you. for not being in love with you.”
you gave him a soft smile that was tinged with melancholy. “thanks, buck.”
he nodded. “who is he?”
“what?” you hadn’t expected that. you probably should have, though, given how much bucky cared about your life and your feelings, but the extent to which he cared still surprised you sometimes; you didn’t really think you deserved it.
“who is he?” bucky repeated, eyes alight with curiosity and that other emotion you still couldn’t name. “i want to know who the guy is that’s got my best friend all hopelessly in love.”
“i . . . don’t know, buck . . .”
“you don’t want to tell me?”
“it’s not that i . . . don’t want to tell you, i just . . .” you were lost, searching for anything to say that would get bucky to lay off. “i don’t like thinking about it, is all.”
for some reason, that seemed to anger bucky. “oh, so you can think about it when you use it for writing inspiration all you want, but when your best friend wants to know, you suddenly can’t bring yourself to think about it? is that it?” he asked, eyes suddenly cold.
“no, that’s not it,” you tried to assure him, though you knew that that was exactly what you were implying. “bucky, it’s alright. it’s just a friend. you don’t know him.”
this just angered him all the more.
“i know all your friends, though, y/n. are you telling me you’re hiding this fella away from me, doll?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows and that cold, hard stare. “too afraid he won’t like me? or too afraid he won’t like you when he finds out just how well you really know me?”
you were shocked by bucky’s questions. where had this come from?
“what? absolutely not. i’m not ashamed of you, bucky.”
“oh, aren’t you?” he snapped.
you stared at him from where you were on the edge of the couch, incredulous. how could he think that you were ashamed of him?
“no, i’m NOT, bucky. and besides, it’s none of your business! you don’t have to know all of my friends!”
“as your best friend, it is my business! but haha, right, i can’t really be your best friend if you’re ashamed of me!”
“bucky barnes, i AM NOT ASHAMED OF YOU! how could i ever be ashamed of you? i love you!” you were barely containing yourself then, and had to force your voice down after it’d gotten far louder than you’d wanted it to.
bucky, though, it seemed, either didn’t have the same control that you did or simply didn’t care, because the next thing you knew he was shouting, “then TELL ME WHO HE IS!”
“LEAVE IT ALONE, BUCKY,” you yelled back, propelling yourself off the couch so you could match his volume.
a second later and bucky was on his own feet, too, right in front of you. “NO! I WANT TO KNOW!”
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE IT ALONE, JAMES?”
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” he roared.
as quickly as it had come, your anger vanished. and suddenly, as if it had been the only thing keeping you up, your whole body sagged. all of the anger that had been overflowing inside of you had left you thoroughly exhausted, and your outrage at bucky’s own outrage was quickly replaced by a growing sense of disbelief. he’d told you he loved you before, of course - he’d said it near the beginning of your conversation! - but there was something in his voice, something in the way he said it, that made you think he meant it differently this time. that he meant it the way you did.
“wha - what?”
“i love you. i’m in love with you.”
there were tears stinging the backs of your eyes as you said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “don’t play with me, bucky.” you were looking up at him, eyes wide and equal parts hopeful and horrified.
“i’m not playing with you,” came bucky’s reply, his own voice soft. “i would never play with you like that, doll.”
you searched his eyes, which were glossed over with unshed tears the same way you knew yours were, and found only sincerity in his intense stare. sincerity, and that something else you’d seen before, which you were recognizing now as . . . adoration. still, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“but, bucky, i’m . . .”
“in love with someone else? i know. i figured as much when i read everything you wrote.” he looked away and stepped back.
“you what?” it seemed that all you’d been asking today was ‘what?’
“knew you were in love with someone else when i was reading all that stuff you wrote about me. there’s no way you would’ve been writing all that yearning crap with me originally in mind, doll. i know that. and yet, i . . . i couldn’t stop thinking about that whyenn character being you.”
you stared at him. and stared, and stared, and stared. you felt the tears dripping down your face, but didn’t move to wipe them away. instead, you continued to stare, until finally bucky looked up at you, looking as devastated as you’d ever seen him.
“you’re so dense, bucky. oblivious. a moron. an absolute imbecile,” you whispered.
for a moment, anger flashed across bucky’s face as his eyebrows furrowed, before being replaced by an even deeper hurt. “god, doll, i know you don’t feel that way about me, but you don’t have to -”
“i lied,” you said quickly, cutting him off. “i lied. it’s not someone you don’t know. i’m not in love with someone you don’t know, buck.”
bucky blinked. “listen, doll, i really don’t want to hear about how you’re actually in love with steve or sam and just wrote stuff about me in case they -”
“jesus, bucky, i’m talking about you!” you cried. “i’m in love with you!”
bucky’s mouth dropped open, and all he could do is stare at you. “i - you - what?”
“i’m in love with you, and i have been for so, so long. else c’mon, buck. why else would i write all that ‘yearning crap' about you?”
bucky, still gaping like a fish, said, “i don’t . . . i mean, it never occurred to me that you could . . . actually think of me like that . . .”
“and i thought you knew! i thought you’d figured it out the second i realized what you were reading! it was so obvious!”
bucky huffed. “clearly not obvious enough.”
a huffed laugh spilled past your lips. “you’re so oblivious.”
bucky gave you a small, sweet smile as he took a step closer to you. “so you’ve said, doll.”
you stood there, silently staring into each others eyes until: “can i kiss you, doll?” bucky’s voice was cautious and impossibly soft, and positively it made you melt.
“of course,” you whispered, and as soon as the words had left your lips he was there, his lips on yours as his hands came up to cradle your face gently. your eyes slid closed, and you moved your hands up to get a grip his shirt and pull him closer. you could hardly think straight because of how good finally getting to kiss bucky felt, but one thought kept running through your head as if on loop: his lips felt absolutely perfect on yours. like he was made for you.
the two of you broke away for air, and as your eyes fluttered open and met his, something else was clear in your jumbled brain: bucky barnes had effectively ruined you for anyone else.
the spell that you were under was broken, though, when bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and said, “all those feelings you wrote into your fanfiction were about me. that sure is a lot of pining and longing for one person, doll.”
“oh, shut up!”
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are you guys at all interested in a list of fandoms i’m in and/or am willing to write for, or would you rather wait and discover more of my fandoms as i post more of my writing ?
the reason the two lists are different is because i am really into certain shows and books ( killing eve, for example ) that i wouldn’t be comfortable writing for just because of difficult subject matter and the fact that i’d never be able to come up with ideas for them
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the charlie fic was so cute!! thankyou for writing it💖
i’m glad you think so, and of course, love !! charlie’s not my favorite harry potter character, but he is my favorite weasley brother and he’s SUPER fun to write
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hey guys, just updated my masterlist !
also realized that i never changed the summary of dreams after i decided to go in a different direction with and i hate myself now.
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PICNIC MISHAPS & RAINY KISSES.
REQUESTED by @meteora-fc : “"Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing" with charlie weasley please 💖” ( number 4 from this prompt list ! ) SUMMARY : you’ve been with charlie weasley for six months now, to the day, and so far your relationship has been perfect - well, aside from the fact that charlie’s been avoiding you for the better part of the last week. part of you is afraid charlie’s going to break up with you soon, but he proves that that’s not at all what he has in mind. PAIRING : charlie weasley x reader ( gender neutral ) WARNINGS : little bit of angst but only if you squint. like really, really quint. lots and lots of fluff. this is 99.999999% fluff, i promise ! WORD COUNT : 2.4k. too many words, whoops. A/N : i gave this too much plot, but hope you like it anyway ! thanks for requesting, love. also, tonks and charlie were definitely the supreme brotp during their years at hogwarts. sry i don’t make the rules
you’re woken by the warm sensation of mid-morning sunlight on your face, and you lazily peel your eyes open to find the curtains covering the window in your dorm room thrown wide open.
you push yourself up in bed and let loose a very loud yawn as you stretch to get rid of that dreadful stiffness that comes with sleeping in. you figure you must’ve slept in, anyway, despite the watter
a glance at the clock above the door tells you that you were in fact right. it reads 11:32, meaning that you’d missed breakfast this morning. but it’s alright, because it’s saturday, and it is a well-known fact around hogwarts that many students popped into the kitchen on weekends to pick something up in place of whatever meal they’d missed.
slipping out of bed, you yawn and stretch one last time, before going to your trunk at the foot of the bed. you rummage around through it, trying to pick something to wear. on the one hand, it was saturday, which meant you could dress as comfy as you liked - on the other hand, though, you may run into charlie, and there was a part of you that really wanted to try and impress him.
it isn’t like you need to, you remind yourself as you settle on a plain sweatshirt. you two are already dating, had been dating for six months now. six months, to the day, you think happily, setting the sweatshirt back into your trunk and picking up a nice button up instead. you could definitely tuck that into something, and look cute and put together for your six month anniversary.
they’d been a nearly perfect sixth months, with every moment you shared with charlie being better than the last, even when you two argued.
it hadn’t been feeling very perfect lately, though. for the past week or so, charlie had been avoiding you. he was quick to leave any room you were both in within five minutes if he could get away with it, and he kept making up excuses during meals to sit with his friends on the gryffindor quidditch team and not with you and nymphadora tonks at the hufflepuff table. he’d even taken to pairing with one of the gryffindor team beaters during potions instead of with you.
all of that, coupled with the fact that he’d been stumbling a lot through the conversations he had had with you this week (which was very un-charlie-like of him), left you worrying about the possibility that maybe charlie wanted to break up with you.
you worry at your bottom lip at the thought, picking up the lip balm on your bedside table and applying it to keep yourself from doing it. calm down, y/n, you chided yourself. it’s charlie. he would just tell you if he wanted to break up with you. wouldn’t he?
you shake your head to clear it of the dreadful thoughts you’re having, but you fold the button up back up anyway, choosing to wear the sweatshirt instead. you dress and brush your teeth quickly, slip your wand into your pocket, and head out the door and down the stairs into the gryffindor common room.
and who do you find sitting in a chair facing the staircase you’ve just come down? none other than your very own charlie weasley, of course.
you start in surprise when you realize that it is, in fact, him sitting there, and his whole body seems to perk up when he sees you, which startles you even more. though you really weren’t that concerned about it, you definitely hadn’t expected him to be so eager to see you, given the events of the past week.
“y/n!” he shouts, and he’s out of the chair and on his feet in front of you in seconds. he’s grinning, wide and goofy and perfect, and despite your confusion you can’t help but smile a little too.
“charlie,” you say breathlessly, clearing your throat when you hear how you sound. “i mean, um - what are you doing here ?”
he tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. confused. some of his hair falls into his face and over his eyes, and you resist the urge to brush it away. just in case.
“what do you mean what am i doing here? this is my common room, too, you know! i’m - was - waiting for you, love.”
your brows furrow. “for me?”
“of course! now come on, i have something to show you!” and with that he grabs you by the hand and pulls you to the portrait hole, opening it and practically shoving you outside with his free hand. he lets the portrait door slam closed (much to the fat lady’s displeasure) and then he takes off running down the hall, dragging you along with him.
you yelp as the two of you race down corridors and around corners, only slowing to go down staircases - but not by much, seeing as how you’d tripped over your own feet nearly fifteen times going down the first one.
by the time charlie finally slows to a stroll, you’re panting very loudly. you’d just woken up, for godric’s sake! how did he expect you to keep up with him under those conditions? curse charlie and his unnaturally long legs and apparently large lung capacity.
you’re in the entrance way now, nearing the great big front doors of hogwarts - and the door to the great hall, too. you turn your head and tug on charlie’s hand as you pass. you need an early lunch after sleeping in so late, after all. but charlie simply tugs on your own hand harder, sending you stumbling forward and closer to his side. when you look up at him with a pout, he shakes his head, his messy red hair flying up in all directions, and smiles at you.
“you’ll get lunch soon enough, don’t worry,” he tells you as he tugs you out the doors and down the stone path leading onto the lawn. it’s chilly out, and the sky overhead is full of gray clouds.
you huff. “charlie, where are we going?”
he’s still smiling wide as he looks down at you and says, “you’ll see.” he looks about ready to burst with excitement.
you huff again, but don’t ask anymore questions. instead, you shiver and look up at the sky warily. it looks as if it’s going to rain, and while you don’t particularly mind rain, you’re hungry and still partially worried about the possibility of charlie breaking up with you - in short, not in the mood to be rained on.
charlie tugs you closer as you shiver, letting go of your hand to loop his arm through yours before lacing your fingers together again. you suppress a smile at the contact; okay, so maybe you really had been getting much too far into your head thinking that charlie wanted to break up with you. that still didn’t explain him avoiding you, though.
after walking for around ten minutes, you reach the bottom of a hill higher than most on the right side of the black lake, and charlie turns to you, another one of his wide, perfect grins lighting up his face.
“come on, y/n/n!” he says as he untangles his arm from yours only to grab your hand and start pulling you along again instead. “we’re nearly there!”
charlie breaks into a sprint, and you grunt as you have to run with him to avoid falling down. when the two of you reach the crest of the hill, you’re out of breath and your calves are burning, but you still manage to gasp at what you see before you.
at the base of the hill, spread out over the grass under the shade of a large oak tree, is a lovely picnic.
your lips part in awe, and relief floods through your whole body. your shoulders slump, and tears burn at the back of your eyes. but it’s a good slump, and they’re good tears; charlie isn’t the type of person to do something like this for someone he likes the way he likes you, which meant that he definitely 100% wasn’t breaking up with you after all.
charlie squeezes your hand gently to steal your attention away from the beautiful picnic. “do you like it?” he asks, uncharacteristically nervous. a laugh bubbles up in your throat, and you throw your head back and let it out.
“of course i like it, you doofus!” you exclaim when your laughter subsides. you throw yourself at him, practically tackling him in a hug. “i love it! did you do all this?”
“yeah,” he tells you as he pulls away, eyes alight with a joy that makes your heart flutter. “for our anniversary, love.”
“is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” of course it was; you knew very well that charlie couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. (except for that very important secret that was that he loved you as more than a friend, which he’d managed to keep for nearly a year before telling you. but that was a whole other story.)
charlie looks sheepish, and he leans back into your embrace. “yeah. wanted it to be a surprise, love,” he murmurs into you hair.
“part of me honestly thought you wanted to break up with me,” you tell him, voice muffled in his shoulder. he pulls back immediately upon hearing this, holding you at arms length by the shoulders.
“you what?”
you laugh in place of an answer, but charlie looks concerned, so you say, “well, what was i supposed to think! you were avoiding me! you kept ditching me in class and you weren’t sitting with dora and i during meals!”
“well, you’re supposed to have more faith in me than that, darling!”
“darling?” you ask, grabbing his arm and tugging him back towards you and a little farther down the hill. “that’s new.”
“i was trying it out.” he hums as he lets you guide him down the slope and to the picnic that’s spread out over a spare comforter in gryffindor colors that charlie must’ve taken from the boy’s dorms. “do we like it?”
you plop yourself down in front of the picnic basket at the center of the blanket and pull him along with you. “i could get used to it.”
he reaches into the basket and brings out two butterbeers, passing one to you. he reaches around the basket and hands you a plate with one hand while balancing a platter of sandwiches on the other. he holds the platter out to you and you take two sandwiches with a smile. after all, what’s the point of a picnic if you aren’t going to stuff yourself with food?
you talk and laugh together as you eat. charlie had brought chocolate frogs, blood pops, and plenty of other candy from honeydukes, as well as treacle tart and macaroni and cheese and a small pot of roasted vegetables. the pair of you are halfway through your third slices of treacle tart when you feel the first droplets of rain come down through the leaves above you.
“it’s nothing to worry about,” charlie says around a mouthful of tart. and he’s right; it really isn’t. but just minutes later as you’re unwrapping a chocolate frog, the rain starts coming down heavier, and you look out into the sky to see that the clouds have gotten grayer since you last checked.
“maybe we should start packing up,” you say as you turn your eyes to the vegetables that are open in front of you. you watch as the pot they’re in fills with water.
charlie sighs. “yeah, okay. you’re right, as usual.”
you grin at him. “remember that the next time we take a charms quiz.”
you pile everything back into the basket, though you leave a chocolate frog out to unwrap on your way back to the castle.
“it’s a shame you didn’t bring an umbrella, love,” you say to charlie, and he gives you a playful glare as he stands up, the basket sitting in the crook of his elbow.
“well i’m sorry i don’t have foresight, darling.”
you laugh, loud and full of delight, and you move forward so that you’re standing so close to charlie. he looks at you, spellbound, like you’re the only thing in the universe, and you wrap your arms around his neck as you push yourself up to meet his lips with yours. the kiss is soft and full of love, so breathtaking that you don’t care that his shirt and your sweatshirt are both soaked through with rainwater.
when you pull away, charlie is smiling down at you lopsidedly. “the castle’s too far away, and it’s raining too hard,” he says. “we should go to hagrid’s instead. we haven’t visited in awhile.”
you nod along as he talks, and look around for hagrid’s hut. you spot it not far from where the two of you are, and you grab charlie’s hand in yours. “come on!” you call as you begin to jog through the rain. now it was your turn to drag him along after you.
you reach the cozy cottage after a few minutes - which feels like much too long to you - of sloshing through the wet grass, and by the time you slow to a stop you’re giggling.
"thank you for today,” you tell charlie as you turn to face him. you move closer so that you can once again wrap your arms around his neck again. “it was very sweet of you.”
he leans down to kiss you. “well, i’m a very sweet person,” he says against your lips, making you laugh.
“i know,” you tell him as you break away from him and head up the steps to hagrid’s front door. he follows closely behind. “that’s why i love you.”
he hums as you knock twice. “i love you too, darling.”
“you sound like your father talking to your mum when you call me darling like that, love,” you tell him as hagrid opens the door for you. he ushers the two of you in, saying something about how you’re both ‘soaked to the bone’ and ‘are going to catch a cold in weather like this,’ but all of hagrid’s mother-hen-worry is drowned out by charlie’s bright laughter.
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that's fine take all the time you need, and yes please tag me! 💖
thank you, and no problem, love !! <3
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"Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing" with charlie weasley please 💖
of course ! it may take a bit as i haven't been in the writing mood lately, though. would you like me to tag you when it's done ?
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DREAMS.
BASED ON the song dreams by dua lipa SUMMARY : robin knows that the likelihood of finding a girlfriend in a small town like hawkins is slim-to-none, and that any girl she likes is more likely to call her a creep than reciprocate her affections. robin knows this, and yet it doesn’t stop her from having romantic dreams about her friend y/n l/n, much to her dismay. PAIRING : robin buckley x female!reader WARNINGS : slight angst, cursing, plenty of pinning and longing. y’all should be used to this by now WORD COUNT : 2525 with lyrics, 2413 without lyrics A/N : i’ve had this in my drafts for so long and never finished it until now. also, for any nonbinary readers : i am so sorry that i have no oneshots that are explicitly gender neutral all the way through please forgive me i promise that i will make it up to you.
robin peaked out from scoops ahoy's kitchen to get a look at the line.
shit, she thought. there, third from the front, was y/n.
robin had known it was her as soon as she'd heard her tinkling laugh; she'd know that laugh anywhere. she'd been hoping against hope that it wasn't her, but apparently luck was not on her side today, because there was y/n in all her ethereal beauty.
she can’t be here today! not today! why today?
last night my fantasies became oh-so true you said you wanted me as much as i want you if i said it hadn't crossed my mind then oh baby, i'd be lying it just got complicated, i don't know what to do
seeing y/n in scoops ahoy wouldn’t have been so much of a problem if it wasn’t for the dream robin had had the previous night. the dream about her.
in the dream, y/n had told her that she was in love with her, despite what she knew everyone else would say about it, and that she wanted to be with her. really be with her, with all the mushy cheek kisses and hand-holding crap that robin typically hated. and dream-robin had been eating that shit up; boy, had she been eating it up.
robin had thought about y/n like that before, sure - would even go so far as to say that she had a crush on the girl - but had never felt for her as powerfully as she did in that dream. had never felt so full of hopeless longing for her that she was ready to burst. had never felt the way she’d felt for tammy thompson for anyone else since graduating.
she’d been unprepared, then, for the slew of emotions that startled her awake, and was even more unprepared to see y/n today. seeing her made things complicated - more complicated than they already were - and robin didn’t think she could handle that.
can i get it like that, that, that ? lemme know ‘cause i really like that, that, that when you go and i know it’s not real, but the way that i feel i just need to know ( know, know, know )
she knew so very well that it had just been a dream, that it wasn't real, and that y/n was the kind of girl that attracted - and was attracted to - guys. the kind of girl who didn’t like girls the way robin did.
but that didn’t stop robin from wanting her with the entirety of her being. she wanted someone as kind, as curious, as intelligent, as beautiful - both inside and out - as y/n was.
and even though it had been a dream, robin desperately wanted what y/n had said in that dream to have been true.
realizing that she had been staring, robin pulled her head out of sight quickly. god, she hoped no one had seen her staring, because what would they say about her then, if anyone’d seen her looking at y/n the way she had been? very unfriendly and anti-gay things, robin was sure of it.
falling against the wall next to the kitchen door, robin let herself replay the dream from the previous night in her head. god, it really had been a wonderful dream . . .
in my dreams you'd say you need me, believe me in my dreams you'd say you love me, say you'll never leave my dreams in my dreams
robin had been asleep for at least a good hour and a half when she heard the click, click, click on the glass of her bedroom window. her hearing was still fuzzy from sleep, but somehow she knew exactly what the sound that had woken her was.
she sat up and pushed her covers off with a grumble, eyes still half-lidded. her feet touched her bedroom floor, and in less than a second robin was standing in front of her window, which was funny, seeing as she didn’t recall taking any steps.
she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her left hand so that she could properly see, while her right reached up to push the curtain to the side. robin blinked her eyes open when she was through and looked out into the darkness of the night. 
her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw y/n standing on the grass beneath her window, hand full of pebbles from the neighbors’ yard, sporting a smile that was somehow shy and devilish all in one.
she had clearly seen robin pull the curtain open, judging by the look on her face, but she didn’t seem to care enough to stop the next pebble - it hit robin’s window with a soft click.
cursing under her breath and not bothering to dwell on the fact that she was pretty sure y/n had no clue where she lived, robin pushed the window up as quietly as she could and stuck her head out to glare down at the girl below her.
"y/n?" robin whisper-shouted, trying her best not to wake up her parents. "what the hell are you doing here? it's 1:30 in the morning!" she hadn’t checked the time when she’d gotten out of bed, but somehow she knew that that was the correct time.
y/n just continued to grin up at her. the pebbles were no longer in her hand. y/n raised her eyebrows in a clear question, and robin felt something in her gut pulling her towards her closet.
she let it drag her there, and opened the closet door to find a rope ladder she didn’t remember having piled on the floor.
in the blink of an eye robin was back by the window, opening it all the way and throwing the rope ladder down to y/n. it was almost as if y/n hadn’t had to climb at all, because by robin’s next blink she was at the top of the rope ladder, grinning at her from outside.
“hey robin,” y/n said softly as she climbed though the window. her grin had softened now; she looked more like the y/n robin was used to. she found herself relaxing.
instead of greeting her as well, robin grumbled, “you didn’t answer my question.”
“what question?”
robin rolled her eyes. “the ‘what are you doing here?’ question, dingus,” she said.
“oh, that,” y/n replied. a tinkling laugh that sent shivers up robin’s spine followed. “i came here tonight to tell you something," she said, stepping closer.
robin gulped, and though she wanted to look down at the floor to avoid eye contact, it was like her eyes were glued to y/n; she was unable to take them off of her, no matter how hard she tried. she was frozen in place, with nothing to do but watch the pretty girl in front of her.
“o-oh?” she asked, voice catching in her throat. she mentally cursed herself and her inability to keep it cool.
“yeah,” came y/n’s reply, voice barely above a whisper. she was getting ever closer, though it was taking much longer than robin knew it should have; time was very, very wonky.
but then she blinked, and there was y/n, standing so close to her that they were sharing breath.
"and what is it you came to tell me, n/n?" robin sounded just as breathless as she felt. she glanced from y/n’s eyes down to her lips and back up again. "what's so important that you couldn't wait 'til tomorrow to tell me?"
y/n was silent for a long, drawn out moment, and a sick feeling began to gnaw  away at robin’s stomach. she knew that if y/n didn't tell her whatever it was soon, she probably never would, and she would miss out on something great.
“i came to tell you that i need you,” y/n breathed, and robin felt her head begin to spin.
robin was astonished. “what?” she croaked, voice catching on the vowel. she hadn’t been expecting y/n to say that. “what do you mean, you need me?”
“i mean exactly what i said. i need you robin.” robin’s eyes were frozen on y/n’s, and she watched as y/n’s gaze flickered down to her lips for a brief moment before meeting hers again. “i need you so, so much.”
“i don’t understand,” robin replied, and the thinness of her own voice surprised her. she was vaguely aware that head was beginning to hurt, too; a dull, barely-there throb at the base of her neck. y/n was blurring at the edges now, as if robin’s vision was sliding in and out of focus.
“i’m in love with you.”
robin sucked in a quick, sharp breath at that. her head was pounding now, and her blood was rushing in her ears. “i - what?”
y/n rolled her eyes. she would’ve looked exasperated if it wasn’t for the fond smirk that graced her lips. in a flash, y/n was standing impossibly closer, and robin had just enough time to wonder why her soft palm was cupping her cheek before she kissed her.
robin didn’t even remember closing her eyes, but the next thing she knew, light was exploding behind her eyelids, and a pleasant warm, fuzzy feeling was crawling it’s way up and settling itself in her belly. kissing y/n was nice. she tasted like lemon and cherry, and her lips were cool and soft against robin’s, which were warm and chapped.
just as robin was beginning to melt into the kiss, though, a loud crash sounded from somewhere down the hall from her room. robin jumped away from y/n, turning to stare at her closed door. her previously fuzzy eyesight had cleared up, and she could see her door in stunning clarity. it was almost too clear.
“i should probably go,” y/n said, and robin whipped back around to face her.
“what? why?”
“because i don’t want to get you in trouble with your parents for having a friend sneak over in the middle of the night, and i don’t want my parents figuring out i’m gone.”
robin knew that this was logical, but couldn’t stop herself from blurting out, “friend?”
y/n’s eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment, and then a look of realization passed over her face and she laughed softly. “you think i meant we’re just friends, hmm?”
robin nodded dumbly. her vision was blurring at the edges again.
“i meant that that’s what they’ll think if they catch me in here. they’ll think we’re just friends. we’re not just friends, robin. i kissed you, after all, didn’t i?”
again, robin nodded. she blinked, once, twice, and then they were in front of her window. y/n crawled out onto her roof legs first, and when it was just her upper half that was left to go through the window, y/n propped herself up on the window sill with her elbows. “don’t i get a goodbye kiss?” she asked, and robin smiled.
she leaned down, and just as their lips brushed, robin was startled awake.
robin shuddered. fuck, that dream sent chills up her spine in the best possible way, even if parts of it hadn’t been at all realistic.
she wanted to be able to hold y/n like dream robin had. why couldn’t she hold y/n the way dream robin had?
because y/n doesn’t like girls, she answered herself, and robin sighed. the world was so unfair.
she was startled out of her thoughts upon hearing steve’s loud, overly cheerful voice greeting another very special customer.
“y/n!” she heard steve say. “what, couldn’t stay away from your favorite ice cream scooper?”
“oh yeah,” came y/n’s reply, “i love the little metal guy you use to scoop up people’s ice cream, steve. where is he?”
robin’s face split into a grin, and imagined steve’s cocky smile sliding right off his face, replaced by a straight mouth and narrowed eyes as clearly as if she were watching it happen.
“haha,” steve said humorlessly. “very funny.”
and there was that goddamn laugh again, light and beautiful. “i always am, steven.”
“don’t call me that,” he grumbled back. “just give me your damn order, y/n.”
robin didn’t have to listen to know what she would say; she had served y/n enough time to know her usual by heart.
it was quiet out front, save for the ceaseless mall-chatter, until steve said something that made robin’s stomach drop down into her feet.
“hey,” he said, and his voice was softer now than it normally was. “would you wanna, i dunno . . . go see a movie with me sometime?”
robin nearly choked on her own spit. was steve really asking y/n out?
it appeared that he was, and y/n was fucking laughing again, so fucking sweet and fucking perfect, and not fucking because of her. despite her gut telling her not to, robin peaked her head back out of the kitchen and watched, horrified, as y/n smiled her big, perfect smile at steve.
“what, you mean like on a date?” she asked, and her voice was as sweet as ever. as sick as robin felt, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nightmare that was playing out in front of her.
“yeah,” steve replied, looking down awkwardly at the ice cream he was holding. “if you wanna. you don’t . . . er, you don’t have to. you know - you know what, just forget i -”
y/n cut him off. “i’d be happy to go see a movie with you, steve.”
steve’s head snapped back up so fast that a pang shot through the back of robin’s neck. “really?” his voice jumped up an octave at the end. he cleared his throat. “i mean, cool. cool, cool, cool.”
though robin could hardly see his face from the angle she was at, she could just see one corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile, and felt a pang in her chest. y/n was making him so happy.
as if just remembering the ice cream he was holding, steve swore under his breath and handed it to y/n, then reached behind the counter and grabbed a pile of napkins, which he handed to her as well. she took them both gratefully, and while she may have imagined it, robin was sure that y/n had let her hand rest against steve’s for a second longer than was normal.
“thanks for the ice cream, stevie,” she said, eyes big an innocent.
“n-no problem, y/n.”
she smiled sweetly at him and waved. “bye, steve!”
“bye, y/n! see you - see you later!”
y/n turned and walked away from the counter, and robin watched her as she left the store, heart thumping heavily. she knew it. she knew it. she knew she had no chance with y/n. she had even less of a chance now that steve had asked her out. robin didn’t stand a chance against steve. she didn’t stand a chance against any boy that wanted to ask y/n out, really. because girls like y/n didn’t like girls the way that robin did.
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50 cliché tropes and prompts
It’s my first prompt list! Thank you to my followers for helping. Credit not needed but please don’t repost. Feel free to link back to the list! These may be cliche but I love them.
There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close
Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it
I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you
Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing
Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.
Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted
“Good morning, beautiful/handsome”
Hands brushing unexpectedly
There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling
You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted
Secret relationship
We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town
Both going to grab the same thing and touching hands, then making eye contact.
We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other
Drunkenly confessing feelings
I need a date for this wedding
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Fake dating AU
Blurting out a confession of love
You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up
Blind date set up by friends
You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.
“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”
You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you
Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast
Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you”
Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second
We literally ran into each other
You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you
Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles
“You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”
A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss
Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous
Spin the bottle
“Do you trust me?”
Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.
We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker
Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait
Having a bad day and the other noticing
“You saved my life.”
Overhearing they have feelings for you
I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having
Taking care of the other when sick or injured
I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!
You took a bullet for me
Argument leading to kissing/sex
“I’ve been in love with you for years.”
I called you at 2am because I need you
You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out 
I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand 
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messrprcngs · 4 years
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Hey could you do a charlie weasley fic where it's your final year and the twins first day and after the sorting ceremony they're teasing charlie in front of you because of things like how much he talk about you and how he played quidditch better after you started dating, maybe one of them start flirting with you and charlies hitting them. Thanks :)
alright so ! i got this like two weeks ago and my ORIGINAL plan was to include it in the description section when i actually got around to writing the fic but i . . . haven’t started doing that yet, because i’m working on some other stuff so ! i figured i’d answer your ask, anon, and let you know that i DID get it and i WILL be starting it shortly !! thank you for requesting, by the way !
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messrprcngs · 4 years
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Hey just want to say i loved mixed signals so much!! It was really great and i love the way you write for Charlie :)
thank you so much ! i’m really glad you enjoyed it, anon !! and lucky for you, you’ll be seeing more of charlie very soon
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messrprcngs · 4 years
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* MIXED SIGNALS .
SUMMARY : y/n is a kind-hearted, occasionally rude slytherin who’s friends with charlie weasley, a gryffindor in her year. y/n has obvious feelings for him, and their mutual friends are constantly telling her that they think charlie is into her as well. so y/n does the one thing she swore to herself she’d never do : tell charlie about her feelings for him. PAIRING : charlie weasley x female!reader WARNINGS : badly written flangst. badly written in general. reader punches charlie in the face, and charlie’s a bitch. WORD COUNT : 4945 words. this is by FAR the longest thing i’ve ever written. i’m so sorry A/N : hey guys, i’m back with another fic ! this one’s to ( hopefully ) cheer my best friend lizzie up because she has a huge crush on this boy who she thinks doesn’t like her back. unfortunately, she refuses to tell her that i keep calling him a bitch. this is somewhat based on her situation, and i used she/her pronouns to hopefully make it a bit more personal to her. love you lizzie !! f/n = friend’s name ( your slytherin friend ) g/f/n = gryffindor friend’s name
when she first met charlie weasley, y/n l/n had made herself a promise: she was not going to develop a crush on him, no matter how attractive she found him or how kind his eyes looked.
needless to say, y/n broke that promise. almost immediately, actually.
within weeks of being paired up with him in potions for something snape had nicknamed “forced integration,” y/n was beginning to look forward to seeing him during classes, much to the chagrin of her fellow best slytherin friend f/n.
“the whole dorm’ll be after you if they find out you’ve got the hots for a weasley,” f/n had told her on the walk to potions after catching her staring at him in transfiguration one afternoon.
y/n had choked on her spit and turned to face f/n so quickly that she got whiplash. “what in merlin’s beard are you on about? i don’t - ! i could never - for charlie weasley?”
f/n had simply raised one neatly plucked eyebrow and said, “i didn’t say i was referring to charles,” to which y/n had turned away from them and grumbled to herself, a burning heat covering her face.
since then, f/n had warmed up to the idea of y/n having a crush on charlie, and found great pleasure in teasing her about it, as they were doing right now.
“y/n and freckles, sitting in a tree. k - i - s - s -”
“oh, sod off! that’s so childish. what are you, nine?” y/n complained, pushing her lunch around on her plate. she was very steadily beginning to lose her appetite.
“please,” her gryffindor friend g/f/n piped up from next to f/n, “we all know that f/n’s a five year old at heart.”
y/n and f/n were sitting with g/f/n and their other close friend nymphadora tonks - or just tonks, as she preferred - at the hufflepuff table, as it was the only one that would allow all four of them to dine together in relative peace.
f/n looked playfully livid at g/f/n’s comment. “shut up! just because you don’t know how to have any fun doesn’t mean -”
“i’ll have you know, i’m plenty of fun!” g/f/n scoffed, seeming genuinely insulted.
“now, now, you two. i believe that you’re forgetting the point of this conversation: teasing our dear y/n about her oh-so-obvious love for charles weasley,” tonks said, successfully interrupting the other two’s bickering.
wicked smirks spread across g/f/n’s and f/n’s faces, and y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated.
“it’s not love, dora! please, it’s hardly even a crush.”
tonks chose to ignore the other girl’s use of part of her first name and instead said: “yeah, right. we all know that’s a lie, love.”
g/f/n nodded very seriously. “i hate to break it to you, y/n, but you’ve got a huge crush on the lad.”
“though we’ve no idea why,” f/n added.
y/n wrinkled her nose at the pair. “alright, so maybe i like him, just a little bit -”
“more than just a little bit.”
“- but” y/n sent tonks a pointed glare “it’s not love. and besides, even if i did like him as much as you lot think i do, he doesn’t see me like that. we’re just friends.”
“just friends my arse,” g/f/n snorted.
“it’s incredibly obvious he likes you too, y/n,” f/n said.
y/n wasn’t convinced, and it must’ve shown on her face, because both of them rolled their eyes.
“we’re being serious, you know!” g/f/n cried as she bit into a roll. covering her mouth to finish her thought, she mumbled, “you can just tell with the way he is with you during potions. he’s not like that with the rest of us.”
all five of them were in n.e.w.t.s level potions, for a number of reasons. for y/n and g/f/n, it was because they liked the class, though they both found snape . . . a bit sketchy, to say the least; for tonks and charlie, they took the class because their dream careers required it; and f/n took the class because that was what was expected of them, seeing as they came from a whole family of slytherins.
because they all took the class, they’d become closer friends and often walked to and from the dungeon classroom with each other, which was a plus for y/n - it meant she spent more time with charlie. unfortunately, it also meant that her other friends had more time to witness them together and more fuel for their insane theory that charlie liked her, thereby getting the hopes up of the teensy bit of herself which wholeheartedly believed he did like her.
“right . . .” y/n said slowly, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her water instead. “anyway, how do you all think you did on the -”
“ow!” she cried as tonks elbowed her in the ribs, and her water spilled all over her robes and her lunch plate. “what in godric’s name was that for?!”
“charlie’s looking at you from the gryffindor table, love,” tonks replied, smirking.
y/n let her jaw drop open in horror. “you elbowed in the ribs for that?”
tonks raised her eyebrows, glancing pointedly between y/n the gryffindor table in front of them. “he’s still looking at you.”
rolling her eyes, y/n looked in the direction of the gryffindor table, and sure enough, she locked eyes with charlie weasley. she gave him a small smile, and he grinned and sent her a wave.
g/f/n, who had turned to see if tonks was right, turned back around to face y/n. she gave a single, definite nod. “he definitely likes you, y/n.”
y/n and tonks had transfiguration together after lunch. unlike n.e.w.t.s. level potions, there were a number of students in mcgonagall's n.e.w.t.s. level transfiguration class, because unlike snape, mcgonagall's n.e.w.t.s. exam was reasonable.
because of the large number of students taking the course, the need arose for them to be separated by house to manage class sizes: a class right after breakfast with most of the gryffindors, a class halfway before lunch with the ravenclaws and the small number of left over gryffindors, and a class after lunch for the slytherins and hufflepuffs.
it was on the walk to transfiguration, once they’d left their other two friends behind, that tonks began her favorite discussion to have with y/n.
“really, y/n/n,” she said, bumping her elbow into the other girl’s arm. “you’ve got a great chance with weasley; we can all tell he likes you. you should just shoot your shot already.”
tonks had picked up the muggle phrase awhile ago, and y/n didn’t like it one bit.
“i’ve already told you!” y/n groaned. “he doesn’t like me like that. will you please drop it, tonks?”
tonks clicked her tongue. “sure, i’ll drop it.” y/n breathed a sigh of relief. “if you really don’t want to believe that your crush has feelings for you, too.”
y/n turned to her looking very cross. “name one reason why i should believe you when you say he likes me.”
tonks was silent as the pair began to climb one of hogwarts’ moving staircase. she was quiet so long, in fact, that y/n thought that she’d made her point, and couldn’t help feeling a tad disappointed; the fight to get her to confess couldn’t be over that quickly, could it ?
apparently not, because just as y/n had the thought, tonks said, “he’s more of a bitch when he’s with you.”
“excuse me?”
“i mean it in a good way. he annoys you more, on purpose. he’s still nice, obviously - if he weren’t nice you wouldn’t like him - but you know when he takes your purple quill without asking first because he knows you hate it when people tough your quills?”
y/n nodded.
“well, he does it because he wants to get a reaction out of you. probably thinks you’re cute when you’re mad, or something cliche like that.”
“is that all?” y/n questioned, clearly unconvinced. tonks shook her head as they turned the corner a few doors down from transfiguration.
“when he’s not annoying you on purpose, he’s listening to you talk as if he actually cares about what you have to say, which he clearly does. he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, too, but thinking too long about that part makes me a bit nauseous.”
y/n wrinkled her nose. “tonks, how do know so much about boys if you’re only into girls?”
tonks’ grin as they got to the transfiguration door was devilish. “because i’ve had to save far too many witches from boys who don’t really like them, and i’ve come to have a second sense for these things.”
the pair was silent as they entered the class. they were silent as they took their seats in the middle of the room, and they were silent yet as they pulled their supplies from their book bags. and then: “do you . . . do you really think that i should tell him, tonks?”
she gave y/n a sweet, genuine smile, her eyes soft. “of course, love. there’s no way he’ll say no to you.”
over the course of the next couple of days, y/n thought long and hard about what tonks had said. did she really think that charlie liked her as more than a friend? maybe. she wasn’t sure if she actually thought that she did or if her hope that he did was just so strong that she’d convinced herself.
either way, she figured that if all three of her closest friends could agree on something, it must’ve been at least partly true.
when saturday came, y/n had made up her mind: she was going to tell charlie how she felt about him.
she found him in the library after she’d finished breakfast. it was his self-allotted study time, and he was there every saturday after breakfast without fail. y/n felt a bit bad knowing she’d be interrupting his studying with her confession, but she hoped that what would happen after she confessed would make her interruption worth it.
he was sitting at a table hidden behind a number of bookshelves, and y/n took a moment to admire him.
he was absolutely gorgeous, no matter what her friends said. his face and neck were covered with freckles, with the highest spattering concentration going across his sharp nose and the tops of his cheeks. they were on the backs of his hands, too, and y/n had noticed a few times when charlie rolled up his sleeves during potions that he had freckles dancing up his arms as well.
his hair was fluffy and unkempt, and a little longer than y/n figured his parents liked. but y/n adored his hair, and wanted desperately to run her fingers through it.
which you’ll get to do, she reminded herself, if you stop being a coward and go over there and tell him.
so she walked closer to his table, and in the blink of an eye she was standing across from him saying, “hey, charlie! can i sit here?”
charlie looked up at her and smiled a bright, kind smile that took her breath away. he was absolutely adorable, and y/n absolutely hated it.
“sure thing, y/n,” he said, watching her as she pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. he looked back up to her face, meeting her eyes again, and his smile grew wider.
“so, y/n, what’re you up to on this fine morning?”
y/n looked away, fiddling with her fingers on the table. “oh, you know. nothing . . . much. had a couple muffins for breakfast.”
charlie laughed. “is that all? that’s not a very balanced diet, y/n/n.”
“oh, shut up!” she replied, her face heating up a bit. “you hardly eat anything for breakfast other than waffles; why should i listen to you?”
“at least i eat them with blueberries,” charlie said with a shrug, looking back down to his parchment to scribble something down.
“and i eat my muffins with jam, like a normal person.”
“i’m offended to know that you think i’m not normal just because i prefer butter to jam,” charlie said, but the still-present smile on his face told y/n that he wasn’t, in fact, all that offended.
“but why’d you really stop by to visit me, y/n? i find it hard to believe that you’d come into the library this early in the morning just to discuss eating habits with me.”
y/n bit her lip, and began to clean her nails to give her nervous hands something to do. “well . . .” she began, making eye contact with him before quickly looking away again. “i wanted to tell . . . i mean, i wanted to let you know that, um -”
“come on, y/n, out with it! you can tell me whatever it is, i promise,” charlie encouraged. y/n looked back up at him, and found that his bright grin had been replaced by a soft smile, warm and inviting, and y/n found herself blurting it out all at once.
“i like you, charlie! really like you! in a more than friends kind of way!”
charlie’s smile drooped into a puzzled frown, and y/n felt an embarrassed heat crawl its way up her arms.
“oh? oh . . . i’m sorry, y/n . . .” charlie said, looking away from her, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. sorry was never good.
“it’s just i - i don’t like you like that, love. you’re a wonderful girl - a wonderful friend, really - and i’m flattered, i am, but . . . you’re really . . . just a friend.”
there’s no way he’ll say no to me my arse. apparently, charlie weasley could say no to her quite easily.
y/n swore she felt her heart stop beating, and it dropped down into her stomach like a stone.
despite this, she smiled at him and said, “oh, that’s alright. i understand, charlotte.”
charlie scrunched up his nose at the nickname. “you’re really alright?” he asked, voice dripping with sincere concern, and despite the fact that her heart was solid as a stone in the pit of her stomach, y/n felt it melt a little.
“‘course i am,” she told him. “i just wanted you to know; i wasn’t looking for my feelings to be reciprocated” - a lie, but charlie didn’t need to know that - “so you’re all good, charlie.”
he looked unconvinced, but didn’t say anything about being so. instead, he said, “i am really sorry, y/n.”
“stop apologizing when you have nothing to apologize for, you git,” y/n teased as she stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in and pushed it in. “now, that was lovely, really it was, but i have to be going now. i promised g/f/n i’d go with her to talk to snape about our last essay.”
that was also a lie: g/f/n wasn’t the type of student to need to talk to professors about her assignments, and even if she was, there was no way in hell that she’d’ve gone to talk to snape, even if it was with y/n.
charlie smiled at her again and waved goodbye. “see you in potions on monday!”
y/n, who had just begun to walk away, turned back and called, “see you in potions, charlotte!” before making her way to the great doors of the library, fighting back tears all the way.
after a day and a half of moping and eating ice cream for dinner, y/n had decided that she was going to make being only friends with charlie work, for both their sakes. she enjoyed his company too much to cut ties with him - too much, even, to ignore him for only a few days - and so going back to only seeing him as a friend was the best option for making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and she didn’t have a broken heart.
seeing charlie as only a friend proved to be more difficult than she’d anticipated, though. she hadn’t realized she’d liked him as much as it seemed she did, so when she walked into potions the monday after being friend-zoned, telling herself he was strictly a friend now, and found him already turned around in his seat waiting for someone - waiting for her, it seemed, if his grin upon meeting her eye was anything to go by - y/n had the breath knocked out of her.
and was it just her, or had charlie been acting overly-interested lately? in the following weeks, y/n noticed that charlie would do . . . little things, little things that he hadn’t done before she told him she liked him.
he often found excuses to touch her during potions now. he would spread his legs a little wider than usual and rest his knee against her thigh, or lean a little farther to the left, a little closer to her, so that their elbows - sometimes even their whole forearms - were touching.
he’d stopped stealing her quills so often, and had begun to always offer to get up to get ingredients for the potions they made in class. he snuck chocolate frogs into snape’s classroom for her on occasion, too. his excuse was always that he’d seen them hiding in his trunk and decided to bring one in for her on impulse since he knew she got hungry in class, but he’d done it too often now for it to be a coincidence.
it was all very confusing, and y/n didn’t like it one bit. when it had first started happening, her friends had left it alone, not teasing her about how charlie was acting because y/n had told them about her train-wreck of a confession.
they’d all assumed that charlie was only being extra nice to instill the idea that him and y/n were just friends, even if it did seem suspiciously like things someone would do for someone they had feelings for; charlie was a bit daft sometimes, and the group had no doubt that this was one of the occasions where the boy just didn’t know what he was doing.
but they could only hold back on their teasing for so long, and it started up again when charlie decided to sit with them at the hufflepuff table one day.
“he sat with us because he likes you,” g/f/n had said matter-of-factly, which caused y/n to roll her eyes.
“he told me he doesn’t,” she’d sighed, dragging the duh in ‘doesn’t’ out for emphasis.
g/f/n had looked by no means convinced.
that day had turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into five and then ten, and sooner than they knew it their meal-time group of four was expanded to a meal-time group of five.
charlie always squeezed in next to g/f/n, no matter which side of the table she sat at, which made y/n a little jealous, though she constantly reminded herself she had no right to be. charlie didn’t like her - he’d said so himself, to her face. so what if he’d been acting like maybe he liked her? he didn’t.
y/n groaned, taking the open seat on the other side of g/f/n at the hufflepuff table. “remind me again why it’s not friday yet?”
“because it’s only wednesday,” g/f/n replied, munching happily on her morning muffin.
y/n groaned again, falling against g/f/n and burying her face in her shoulder. “i don’t want to go to charms this early in the morning.”
“you go to charms this early in the morning every day, loser” f/n said, and tonks snickered.
y/n didn’t even lift her head up. “don’t care; i stand by what i said.”
“how’d you sleep, y/n?” charlie’s question was so strange that y/n just had to sit up straight, and peered around g/f/n to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
“i slept fine, charlie,” she told him, and took a bite of an apple before continuing. “how . . . did you sleep?”
charlie shrugged. “slept fine. but uhm . . .” he looked down at the table. “there’s a hogsmeade trip saturday, and i was wondering if . . .”
“we’d love to go with you, charlie!” g/f/n cried. “unfortunately, f/n and i are busy, so you and y/n and tonks’ll have to go alone.”
charlie looked startled by g/f/n reply, but grinned at her anyway. “wonderful. just what i wanted to know. it’s a shame you two can’t be joining us, though.”
“i don’t know if i can go, either,” tonks piped up. “i’ve got . . . er, certain matters to deal with here at school.” when you looked up at her in mild alarm, she merely shot you a wink and went back to her oatmeal.
“what she means,” f/n said with a roll of their eyes, “is that she’s got plans to sleep with that ravenclaw girl she’s been eyeing for the past three weeks.”
tonks shrugged, clearly unashamed, and you wrinkled your nose.
“and with that lovely mental image,” you began, swinging your leg over the bench and picking your book bag up from next to you, “i bid you all goodbye.” you picked up a muffin from the plate in the middle of the five of you for the walk to flitwick’s class. on second thought . . . you thought, and reached over to grab two more.
“going to flitwick’s so soon, are we, love?” tonks asked, setting her fork down and resting her chin in her palm.
y/n rolled her eyes, but she didn’t get the chance to respond, as charlie turned around towards her and said, “i’ll come with you!” before shoveling a last bit of egg into his mouth and standing, his book bag already over his shoulder.
y/n blinked. the two of them didn’t have charms together - the slytherins had it with the ravenclaws - so she was confused as to why he wanted to leave with her when she was going in the opposite direction (he had care of magical creatures first thing in the morning, and y/n knew that for a fact).
but instead of asking about it, she simply shrugged, said “alright,” and started walking away from the hufflepuff table, not bothering to wait for charlie.
of course, waiting wasn’t an issue, seeing as he had a good few inches on her, and long legs to boot. within seconds, charlie was matching her stride for stride and then some.
they walked to the doors of the great hall in silence, and y/n couldn’t help but wonder if it was as awkward as she felt it was.
when they exited, she kept walking straight, towards the large staircase in the entrance hall. she’d barely taken two steps, though, when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the right. y/n gave a small yelped, startled, and landed against one of the great hall’s open doors with a soft thump.
she found charlie looking down at her, leaning against the door as well. his hand still held her wrist, and his other hand came up to hold her forearm lightly. he was standing too close for comfort - read: to close for just friends - and y/n’s face flushed.
“charlie?” she said his name like a question, though she wasn’t sure what she was asking.
charlie gave her a smile, and it was very unlike his usual smiles: whereas his usual smiles were broad and beaming, this one was small and soft, and it was making y/n very confused.
“you know, i wasn’t going to ask the whole group if they wanted to go to hogsmeade on saturday,” he said, voice as soft as his smile. y/n felt her heart drop into her stomach, very much like it did weeks ago when he’d told her she was just a friend.
“you weren’t?”
he shook his head, and when it stilled y/n noticed that he was glancing between her eyes and her lips. she sucked her lips into her mouth, slightly panicked and very nervous. they were just friends! so why did it look to y/n like charlie really wanted to kiss her?
he didn’t say anything else, so instead she asked, “who . . . who were you going to ask?”
charlie shuffled a bit closer to her. “you,” he said, and he was staring into her eyes so intently that y/n felt the panic bubbling up from her gut. it bubbled up into her throat like bile, and suddenly y/n was so overwhelmed that she did the first thing she could think of.
she pulled her arm up - quickly - and punched charlie weasley straight in the nose.
charlie cried out, his hands flying up to cover his nose as he jerked back. “what the bloody hell was that for?!”
“i’m sorry, i panicked!” she said, eyes wide with horror. she really hadn’t meant to punch him; it was simply impulse.
good luck telling that to mcgonagall.
“what in godric’s name made you so panicked that you punched me?!”
“you were being a bitch!” both of them were yelling, and y/n was surprised that no one had come out of the great hall to see what all the yelling was about.
“i was being a bitch?” he asked, incredulous. “how?”
“you - you were sending a bunch of mixed signals and -”
“so you punched me?!”
“yes!”
charlie pulled his hand away from his nose and inspected it. his nose wasn’t bleeding - which didn’t surprise y/n in the slightest, because the punch had been horrible - but it was an angry shade of red, more violent and unflattering even than his hair.
when he was satisfied, he looked back at y/n. “what mixed signals was i sending?”
he didn’t sound angry, which relieved y/n beyond belief. “you - you wanted to . . . go with me to hogsmeade,” she said, sounding unsure.
charlie cocked his head, like a curious puppy. “and so you punched me in the face?”
y/n felt her face burning again. godric, why was she so prone to doing that around this boy?
“alone,” she said defensively, folding her arms over her chest and letting herself slouch a bit. “you wanted to go with me to hogsmeade alone.”
charlie opened his mouth, but y/n cut him off before he could say anything. “and the chocolate frogs! and all the touching! it’s very confusing, because you told me that i was just a friend, and i wanted to respect that and then the sitting with us at meals! you never used to sit with us before! and so then i think that maybe - but you only sit next to g/f/n, and then i think that you like her, but you only started sitting with us after i told you how i felt!”
charlie looked away from y/n, and his hand came up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. “well . . .” he started. he looked back up at her, and she raised an eyebrow expectantly. he sighed.
“after you told me you liked me, i got to thinking and . . . i realized that i . . . liked you too. and i know how it sounds!” charlie added hurriedly, seeing the doubt in y/n’s eyes. “and i thought that i only started to like you like that because you’d told me that you liked me like that, and i tried to forget about it and stick to being just friends with you, but then we were sitting in potions one day and you were doodling on your arm with a pen and you looked so concentrated and - and i don’t know, but i realized that it wasn’t just a suggestion thing, but that i - that i - that i really like you.”
y/n was a bit startled by charlie’s outburst, seeing as he didn’t talk much about his feelings, nor did he stutter; he just wasn’t the type.
charlie fiddled with the sleeves of his robes after finishing his rant - a clear sign that he was nervous, and his distress only increased as you remained silent. “well?”
"did you think that our hogsmeade trip was going to be like a date?”
charlie looked taken aback. “i mean . . . i suppose so?”
“that’s a prick move you know. telling me we’re just friends and then deciding you like me and asking me out on a date.”
“i’m beginning to realize that.”
you nodded, satisfied with his answer. “good.”
“do you . . . do you still like me, too?”
y/n rolled her eyes, but said, “of course i still like you, you imbecile.”
“and . . . and do you still want to go to hogsmeade with me?” he looked so hopeful and anxious all at once that y/n just had to let her face soften.
“of course.” charlie perked up immediately.
“but,” she continued, “i want you to know that nothing may come out if it at first. you told me you only saw me as a friend, and then suddenly you’re telling me you like me; i’m going to need some time to process.”
he gave her a lopsided grin. “i’m okay with that.”
she smiled at him softly. “good. now, let’s get you to the hospital wing, yeah?”
charlie nodded, still smiling at her, and y/n stepped forward, looped her arm through his, and started on the way to the hospital wing, pulling him along with her.
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write something dedicated to me because you love me. :)
finally answering this request
you know exactly what it’s gonna be, baby ;)
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MASTERLIST.
here’s my masterlist, finally ! requests are almost always open, and if you have any questions about who/what i write for, feel free to send in an ask !
ONE SHOTS
harry potter
venusenthium ( sirius black x female!reader ) : the reader finds an old spell in an ancient spell book that allows anyone who gazes on the reader to see the reader as the person he or she finds most attractive. what happens when she accidentally exposes her boyfriend, sirius black, to the spell?    pt 2.    pt 3.
i still love you ( daphne greengrass x female!reader ) : daphne greengrass broke up with you two months ago because she’d stopped loving you; at least that’s what she told you. she still wants to be friends with you, which you’re having a bit of trouble dealing with, because you’re still in love with her.
mixed signals ( charlie weasley x female!reader ) :  y/n is a kind-hearted, occasionally rude slytherin who’s friends with charlie weasley, a gryffindor in her year. y/n has obvious feelings for him, and their mutual friends are constantly telling her that they think charlie is into her as well. so y/n does the one thing she swore to herself she’d never do : tell charlie about her feelings for him.
picnic mishaps & rainy kisses ( charlie weasley x gn!reader ) : you’ve been with charlie weasley for six months now, to the day, and so far your relationship has been perfect - well, aside from the fact that charlie’s been avoiding you for the better part of the last week. part of you is afraid charlie’s going to break up with you soon, but he proves that that’s not at all what he has in mind.   requested
stranger things
dreams ( robin buckley x female!reader ) : robin knows that the likelihood of finding a girlfriend in a small town like hawkins is slim-to-none, and that any girl she likes is more likely to call her a creep than reciprocate her affections. robin knows this, and yet it doesn’t stop her from having romantic dreams about her coworker y/n l/n, her coworker at scoops, much to her dismay.
HEADCANONS
marvel cinematic universe
fuckboi!peter parker x reader. pt 2
theatre nerd!peter parker x reader
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* VENUSENTHIUM, Part 3 .
SUMMARY : you explain what happened to sirius and remus, which brings you to starting realizations about both your relationship with your boyfriend and your relationship with your best friend.     part 1. part 2. marauders era PAIRING : sirius black x female!reader, remus lupin x female!reader WARNINGS : badly written flangst. read at your own risk, my dudes. also, there’s a mutual breakup so ? WORD COUNT : 2460 A/N : apologies for being so late with this update, friends. i know, it’s been months since i posted part two, and those of you who are actually looking forward to part three probably hate me. BUT, hopefully you don’t hate me enough to not read this. anyway, i hope you guys like it, and in february it will be two years since i wrote and posted the first part of venusenthium ( two years since i started this blog, too, but that’s less important ).
you were still looking at remus as you said those words, and from your peripheral you could see sirius’ head whip around to face you in surprise. you didn’t react, though; instead, you kept looking at remus, and watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"y/n . . . what?"
"it's my fault," you confirmed, still holding tight to the sleeve of remus' robes. "it's my fault that sirius doesn't recognize me."
remus breathed out a laugh through his nose. "y/n, love, that's ridiculous. why . . . how could it be your fault that this prick,” he jerked his chin in the direction of sirius, breaking eye contact with you for a moment to fix his best friend with a sharp glare that was reserved for when one of the boys had royally screwed up, “doesn’t recognize you?”
you took a deep breath, eyes searching remus’. you didn’t know what you were looking for, and weren’t sure if you’d found it or not.
you looked away from remus and brought your gaze to sirius only to find that he was already looking at you, presumably watching the interaction between you and his mate. you had to tell them what you’d done now, before you chickened out.
“earlier,” you started, dropping remus’ sleeve as you looked back up at him, “when we were in the library, i found an old spellbook. it - it’d fallen off the shelf when someone was re-shelving books on the other side, and it landed on the ground open to this page with a charm on it, and i picked it up and read it, y’know, because that’s - that’s what i do and, and -”
“y/n,” remus said, cutting you off. “slow down, love.” you hadn’t realized that you’d been talking so fast that sirius and remus could hardly follow your story, or that you’d begun to tear up again. you swallowed slowly, blinked away the oncoming tears, and continued on.
“the spellbook had opened to this page with a . . . well, it’d called it a beautification charm, and what it does is, well, you cast it, and then everyone around you sees the caster as whoever they think is the . . . the most -”
“the most beautiful person,” remus finished for you, and you nodded, sneaking a glance at sirius. his eyebrows were furrowed and he was staring down at his feet, clearly puzzled. but as you turned your head to look at him full-on, his brow relaxed, and he looked back up at you, a realization dawning in his eyes.
“so you cast the charm to what?” remus asked. “figure out who i think the most beautiful person i’ve seen is?”
you turn your head to him and shrug helplessly. “i wanted to figure out who you had a crush on, rem, because you wouldn’t tell me and i was so curious. but -”
“but she ran into me instead.” merlin, what was it today with people finishing your sentences for you? you were torn between being slightly miffed that you couldn’t finish your own tragic story and being relieved that you didn’t have to put everything that had happened into words.
you nodded, avoiding the boys’ gazes. “yeah.”
“jeez,” you heard remus same at the same time that you heard sirius heave a sigh, and you looked up to find both boys running their hands through their hair. sirius had one hand combed through the top of his hair, holding it in place, and remus was running his hand through his significantly shorter hair from the nape of his neck to the top of his head repeatedly.
“i’m - i’m sorry,” you said, and you knew the second that it came out of your mouth that it was a stupid thing to say. wasn’t if you who was supposed to be upset? upset with sirius, for him thinking you were marlene when you had a beautification charm cast on you? you felt the tears prickling at the back of your eyes again.
sirius’ head snapped up as soon as the apology had left your mouth. the movement attracted your attention, and though you saw remus - who was closer to you - move his hand in your direction, sirius was quicker. it took him a single stride to end up in front of you, and once he was toe-to-toe with you, he grabbed your forearm firmly and pulled you into his chest. he wrapped his other arm around your back, successfully trapping you in rib-crushing bear hug.
“no,” sirius said, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “you have nothing to apologize for, y/n. i should be the one apologizing. i’m so, so sorry, love.”
and that’s when you began to cry again.
your eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that you were beginning to see multicolored spots behind your eyelids. the sobs were violent and draining, and your whole body scrunched up each time you gasped and jerked every time you wailed.
sirius stood there and took it, letting you use his jumper as a snot rag. he didn’t make any noise, choosing instead to quietly stroke your hair as you got this wave of tears and heartbreak out of your system.
after what felt like forever, you’re gut-wrenching sobs subsided, and you tilted your head up while it was under his chin, signalling to him that you wanted to look at him. pulling away and peering down at you, sirius moved his hands to grip both of your shoulders. seeing his eyes, which were dark and beautiful as every, made you want to break down again. your own eyes, which you knew were rimmed in red, let a few more tears escape.
“i’m sorry,” sirius whispered again, and you knew he meant it. “i love you, y/n, i really do, i just . . .”
when sirius looked away and didn’t finish, you finished for him. “it’s just that you’re falling in love with marlene.”
sirius looked back to you and nodded, very, very slowly. “i s’pose so.”
you gave sirius a watery smile. “that’s all right. i understand. marlene’s beautiful, siri.”
sirius did nothing but frown at you, brows pulled together in concern.
“sirius . . . we need to break up.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding; that was the hardest sentence you’d ever had to say in your life.
sirius nodded, frowning slightly. when he spoke again, it was in a very quiet voice. “i know.”
“because if you like marlene, i don’t want to hold you back. i love you too much to do that to you.”
sirius was silent for a long moment, but finally he gave you a small, half smile. there was an immense fondness in his eyes, and you knew it was directed at you. “i know,” he said again.
you wished that you could kiss him; merlin, you wanted to kiss him. but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so instead you shrugged your shoulders out from under his hands. you took a few steps backwards, away from sirius, only halting your movements when your back hit something warm, which you figured was remus. a pair of arms came up to tentatively wrap around your waist; definitely remus. you hadn’t realized up until then that he was still standing on the staircase landing with you and sirius.
sirius watched the interaction between you and remus, and his eyes still held that same fondness as before, only this time it was directed at both of you.
the three of you stood there like that, just watching each other, for what felt like an eternity. finally, sirius nodded once, firmly and surely, as if he’d confirmed some long-held suspicion. he looked satisfied.
“i’ll see you both at dinner,” he said. and then: “take care of her, remus.”
that last bit surprised you: you knew your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - overdid it with the histrionics, but he sounded serious (no pun intended) telling remus to take care of you. you wondered why.
remus’ arms tightened around you. “i will.”
sirius nodded again, and then turned on his heel and headed back the way he’d come - the way that you’d come as well, when you were a mess of hair and tears running from the man you loved.
you watched him leave, and when you couldn’t see him anymore, you turned around in remus’ hold and wound your arms around his own waist. “i’m exhausted.”
remus let out a humorless chuckle, but otherwise chose to ignore your words. “do you need to talk about it, n/n?”
instead of answering, you removed your arms from remus’ waist and walked over to and slid down the railing the two of you had been sitting against before. you pulled your knees up, feet flat against the cool stone of the landing, and put one arm on top of the other over your knees.
remus followed your lead, going back over to your spot against the stair rail, but instead of leaning back against it, he sat facing you, waiting patiently to talk. finally, you turned your head in his direction and opened your mouth.
“it’s just . . . i thought that sirius and i were going to be together for a long time.”
“you were together for a long time,” remus argued.
you signed through your nose. “not as long as i wanted.”
“i’m sorry.” you turned your head away from him so that you were facing forward again, your chin resting on your arms.
“s’not your fault, remus.”
“i know.”
the two of you stayed silent for a long, drawn out moment. it was exactly what you needed. you were tired, both emotionally and physically, and needed a long, long nap. maybe one that lasted until graduation. you didn’t feel like crying anymore, which was an unpleasant surprise, considering you’d just broken up with the boy you thought you’d be spending the rest of your life with. you realized now how daft you’d been, thinking you’d spend the rest of your life with sirius black.
you wanted to cry, because anything was better than the heavy feeling of being hollow with the lack of tears. with the lack of sirius.
you turned back to face remus. “hey rem?”
“hmm?”
“do i - i mean, is it over with? did the . . . did the spell wear off?”
remus didn’t answer, and instead flushed a bright shade of red.
“remus?”
“i - i don’t know if it wore off or not . . .”
“what?” you asked, incredulous. “how could you not know? what, are you immune to it or something? that sounds pretty bloody impossible, but i’m sure if i asked flitwick he’d tell me about some far-off case of wizards or muggles who charms like the beautification one are ineffective on.”
remus shook his head, still beet red. “it’s not . . . it’s not that the charm doesn’t work on me . . .”
“then what is it?” you thought back to earlier that afternoon when you’d looked at your reflection in the dorm room mirror. “if you aren’t immune to it, it’d be pretty clear if the spell’d worn off. y’know, no blurred edges, no shifting facial features or body parts.”
remus turned his body away from you to look up the staircase. “i suppose your hair was a bit darker than usual.”
you scoffed. “oh, come on, remus. that would mean -”
“i saw you.”
you blinked at him a few times, taken aback. but once the implication of his words began to sink in, you put your hands against the floor and pushed yourself up straighter, as if the new position would allow you to understand. it didn’t, but remus continued anyway.
“your hair had been just a little bit darker. er, has,” he corrected, continuing to look straight ahead. “and sometimes, your eyes have a bright amber in them or some dark, dark brown, but . . . but i can still tell it’s you. other than that, you . . .” remus’ head fell back against the side of the stairwell and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he opened them again and turned to look at you. when he did, you could see that his eyes were glossed over by unshed tears.
“. . . you still look like you.”
you didn’t say anything at first. you couldn’t find the right words. but when you did, they were: “so that means . . . that means that i - that you?”
remus chuckled dryly and rolled his head straight so that he could look up at the ceiling above you. “yes, n/n. it means that i have a crush on you.” and then, more absentmindedly: “i think you’re the most beautiful person in the world, y/n.”
“oh.”
“yeah, should have expected that,” remus said, and sighed.
“expected what?”
he closed his eyes again. “that response.”
you looked at remus, at his beautiful side profile, at the scars that littered his face. looking at your best friend was much easier for you to do when he had his eyes closed, because then it didn’t feel like he knew you were looking.
when you’d gotten your fill of looking, you scooted yourself closer to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. the action surprised remus, not enough to make him jolt, but enough to make him open his eyes and peer down at you. you knew he was looking, and when you moved your head to look up at him, your faces were incredibly close. you sat up a little straighter.
remus spent the time being so close to your face glancing between your eyes and your lips, so it was no real surprise to you when he asked, “can i kiss you?”
part of you wanted to say yes, because remus was sweet and kind and handsome, and he cared about you immensely. the rest of you knew, though, that letting remus kiss you when you’d just  broken up with someone wouldn’t be fair to him. or you.
“not . . . not yet,” you told him, though you stretched up to place a soft kiss to his cheek anyway. “i still need some time, remus.”
remus hardly even seemed to register what you said, he was so busy dreamily gazing into your eyes, but nodded anyway. “yeah,” he said, and he sounded breathless. “yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you want, n/n.”
you smiled up at him, and then put your head back onto his shoulder, slipping your arm around him as well. remus laid his head on yours and put his arm around your back, and for the first time since you’d been in the library earlier that afternoon, you were truly content. you knew it would take a long while and a lot of work before you could truly get over sirius, but you also knew that with remus by your side, you would get there eventually.
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