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chemistryread · 2 years

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you guys ever have that moment where you're trying to fix yourself up in front of the mirror and you just start crying because you hate what you see?

disclaimers: female reader

i may have written a longer, angstier version for eddie. i’ll come back and link it here if i decide to post it

STEVE is rambling in the background, complaining about his job and munching on a sandwich he had put together for both of you before people started arriving for the party. "you haven't even taken a bite, what's wrong?" he's behind you, watching your reflection on the full length wall mirror. "you look beau-" his smile falls once he notices your tears, and he's quick to set the porcelain plate on the bedside table. the make up brush in between your fingers is shaking, and your lips are quivering. your eyes are locked on your own image. steve's hands hover next to your shoulders, unsure of what to do. he's never seen you so disgusted. "i'm so ugly, it's laughable."a bitter chuckle. clammy hands turn you around, but you refuse to look at your boyfriend, embarrassed. fingers on your chin, he forces you to. "don't ever say that again. you're the prettiest thing i've ever layed eyes on." god, he hopes the furrow of his brows translates how much he means it. free hand wipes your tears, licking his thumb to clean the smudges of mascara. "i know what your exes look like, steve. no matter how hard i try, i can't even doll up to their level, it's pointless. i'm sorry." there's so much resentment in your voice, like he had asked you to compare to them. he gives a strong head shake, utterly confused. "no...no! i don't give a fuck about that. take all that stuff off, i'll cancel the party and we're gonna have a nice night in." steve grabs a wipe and starts cleaning your face for you. your eyes are screwed shut, in pain. "i still want to party, see our friends. i just don't want to look like shit." finishing up, steve turns you back around so you can look at your clean face in the mirror. "i think you look breathtaking. just go to the party like this, if anyone has anything to say, i'll kick their ass." he's still holding your face, but more delicately. small kisses are planted all over your face, on the side of your nose, on the corner of your lips. "yeah?" you nod, a hiccup escaping you. "oh, let me fix that." his palm is under your jaw, guiding your head so he can kiss you and swallow your sobs. your fingertips twirl the ends of his hair softly. "much better, and i love those pants, makes your ass look fantastic." he manages to pull a giggle out of you. throughout the party, steve is by your side with his arm over your shoulder, making sure to steal kisses here and there. sometimes in the middle of conversation, saying "sorry, it's just you look so pretty i couldn't help it." and grinning like a maniac. you're lucky to have him.

EDDIE walks in the bathroom a few minutes after you. pointing out that he can’t be in the ladies room causes him to look under the stalls and then barricade the door with the trash can when he confirms it’s just the two of you. it was wheeler’s fault, the boy noticed you rushing in here with a tear-stained face and drew eddie’s attention to it. you’ll kick him in the shin later. “what happened? did someone do this to you?” his hands are on his hips behind you, eyes wide. you’re bending over the sink, backpack abandoned on the floor, leaning on your elbows and covering your eyes. the truth is silly, and you don’t want him to make fun of you. prom is coming up and the entire week was comprised of other people getting flowers and disgustingly sweet notes. no one even looked at you. not even your best friend who you had been pining after for all of high school. it’s not like you expected eddie to have plans to go, but you had dropped hints you wanted to. he just shrugged them away. “c’mon, talk to me.” when his hand comes up to your back, you shy away from the touch by posturing up and turning on the faucet, washing your face. “it’s nothing, just, uhm, my lab partner asked someone else for prom.” you’re fixing the loose threads of hair falling on your face in the mirror, blurry eyes darting over every imperfection they could see. “right.” is all eddie says, folding his arms and leaning his hip on the counter, facing you. whether it’s the judgemental tone he gives you or the overwhelming dissatisfaction at your appearance that causes your small confession is irrelevant. “i must be the most hideous girl in school.” is said with a laugh, but eddie still shifts uncomfortably. “hey, that’s not…” he’s paralyzed, too many secrets wanting to spill out at once, trying to figure out which is more appropriate for a moment like this. “c’mon, i’ll take you to prom. if- if you want to.” his heart is beating so fast, he had something else planned but it’s all flushed down the drain now. you chuckle, eyes cast down, away from your reflection. “i’m not up for being your pity pick, eds. plus, who knows, maybe chrissy will get your note and dump jason as her date for you. keep your hopes up.” angry words are caught in his throat. you had insisted on this joke, claiming eddie was one of the delusional boys leaving notes on chrissy cunningham’s locker asking to be her date if her boyfriend got sick or something. every time, he told you that his crush on her was long gone. trying to remain patient, eddie clarifies, “it’s not pity, we can have a good time. don’t you think?” “you hate dances.” “i love punch, and pretty girls in nice dresses.” the last part is suggestive, a smile dancing on his lips when he says it, hoping to pull one out of you too. instead, he catches the sadness in your eyes when you look back into the mirror. “good luck finding one that hasn’t been asked yet.” your stubbornness will kill him someday. “alright, look.” eddie turns your body to him, shivering a little when your dejected eyes gaze into his. you have absolutely no clue that he’s in love with you. the next words come from deep within. “the perfect one is right in front of me, why would i bother looking anywhere else?” he laughs when you roll your eyes, but a small grin tugs at the corner of your lips. “what do you say? i promise we’ll have fun.” your answer comes in the form of a hug, squeezing your best friend as tight as possible. this is bittersweet. it’s exactly what you wanted, but there’s a lingering bad taste knowing you’re going as friends. sobs break out while you’re in his arms, and eddie’s grip on you grows stronger. he jokes, to lighten the mood. “do i have to wear a tux?” your giggle calms him down. “i’ll accept a nice leather jacket.”

ROBIN surprisingly agreed to make you company while shopping for clothes. there was nothing else to do and it was steve’s turn to cover the sunday shift at family video. your head pokes out of the dressing room to ask your friend to zip you up, but she’s nowhere in sight. instead, a group of girls from school take notice of you. before you can hide, they call out your name. “do you need help?” you knew better than to fall for their deceitful kindness, but one of them had already pulled the curtain wide open and turned you around. she fumbles with the zipper until you hear it break. “whoops. i think you need a different size, hun. but i’d advise trying the men’s section, this isn’t really your style, is it?” she pats you in the back before walking away with her friends, doing a horrible job of muffling their giggles. closing the curtain and fighting the tears pricking at your eyes, you try to fix the zipper but it is truly broken. you’re gonna have to buy this dress now. looking in the mirror, you’re not even sure you like it. the girl was right, you’d never look right in it. when robin finally comes back, you have opted to sit on the carpeted floor inside the dressing room, untied chuck taylors staining the white wall. “sorry, i was looking at the men’s clothes and they have so many cool jackets-” you laugh at the irony, but it gets interrupted by a sob. unfortunately, your friend hears it. “hey, are you okay?” her fingers hesitate around the curtain before pulling it to the side and finding you in the messy state. “that’s a really pretty dress! are you gon- whoah, okay. you’re crying. should i, uhm, get some help or something?” “just shut up before they come back.” the awkward girl is intrigued by this, quickly making a decision to hop inside the small space and close the curtain behind her. she sits shoulder to shoulder with you, blue eyes curious. “who?” you whisper the names, afraid it might summon the group. robin gives you a knowing, disgusted ‘oh’. you laugh, quietly wiping your face. she asks what they said. “well, they’re kind of right. you should check the men’s clothes, they’re pretty neat and cheaper. about the dress, i can fix that with a needle and a thread no problem, trust me. it looks good on you.” blushing over the compliment, your eyes drink in your appearance in the mirror, thumb coming up to wipe the blotchy concealer. speaking, your voice cracks pathetically. “i’m never gonna be one of them, am i?” “no, and aren’t you glad?” your head turns to her, confused. “girls like you and me are never gonna fit in. not with them. but if they’re the kind of people to make others cry in clothing stores, well, fuck them! we don’t need them, and good on us for not being attractive to their little clique. we’re better off with each other.” the thought brings a genuine smile to your lips. despite people writing her off as kind of a wreck, robin always managed to comfort you. maybe it was the secret you shared that brought you together like this. “i wish i could just accept that as well as you have.” her rings are cold against your warm skin as they come up to wipe the persistent tears. “you should, you’re too pretty to waste your time on people like that.” hands freeze and white teeth bite into her bottom lip as robin realizes what she’s said. your fingers wrap around her wrist, adjusting yourself so you can sit closer to the nervous girl. in a moment of sudden bravery, your head dives, mouth connecting to robin’s gently. it’s short, and you pull back instantly, waiting for her reaction. it doesn’t take her long to close her eyes and pull your face in again, this time actually kissing you back. it tastes like the slushie you were having before coming into the store. separating only once your lips are starting to feel numb, you speak into her mouth. “show me those rad men’s jackets?” her voice barely comes out, clearing her throat. “uhm, they’re just jackets. at the men’s section. you should change out of that dress first.” “help me with that?” you’ve rendered her speechless, freckles shining over reddening skin.

#stranger things #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington

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boxoftheskyking · 3 years

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Sports Night Reclist

I did not fulfill my goal of reading every Sports Night fic on AO3, but still, I am reporting my findings.

Please come join me in this 20-year-old hell. (The show is on Amazon)

Majority Dan/Casey because of course. Lots of 2008 and earlier, which is fun!

In order of length

Not for anything, Danny, I swear to God.

A Form in Wax by kristophine Casey/Dan, E, 76,212 words A fandom classic

And We Are All Together by leiascully Multi, M, 17,193 words AU on AU on AU

Negative Press by kristophine Casey/Dan, E, 15,307 words Issues with paparazzi lead to therapy

*Where Have You Gone, Tom Glavine? by Sab Casey/Dan, T, 14,967 Just read it it’s so good

the memory of hurts by sinead Casey/Dan, E, 14,715 words The guys check out LA after the job offer. Good dream sequence and very good smut.

You Could Turn It On Light a Light by nightcamedown Casey/Dan, G, 11,980 words Dan is leaving and Dan and Casey are not Fraught

Lone Star State of Mind by scrunchy Gen, G, 10,373 words Heading to Texas for the All Star Game

Scenes from a Route by Epigone Casey/Dan, T, 8,647 words Dan over the years

This Year’s Prom Theme by Pares Casey/Dan, M, 8,645 words Casey starts seeing someone

Fan Interference is a Stand-Up Double by Sab & wearemany Casey/Dan, T, 8,583 words It’s all about baseball

Shipped by earlgreytea68 Casey/Dan, M, 8,533 words Blame it on the internet

Synergy by Mollyamory Casey/Dan, G, 7,306 Natalie goes missing

Strip Poker and Monopoly Sharks by out_there Casey/Dan, E, 7,228 words It’s stripping!

Fall by candle_beck Casey/Dan, T, 6,417 words Losing It

*fall, fall, fall by mojokid Casey/Dan, NR, 6,134 My ultimate fave. Danny gets stabbed

Tequila Shots and Darren Woodward (and the Morning After) by flaming_muse Casey/Dan, T, 5,721 words Standard sexuality crisis

Flirtational Theory by shrift Casey/Dan, T, 5,908 words people sleep together in times of war

Alongside (the Don’t Care if I Never Get Back Remix) by 2ndA Casey/Dan, T, 4,785 words Road Trip

Days and Lists by out_there Casey/Dan, G, 4,518 words The List returns, Dan deals with his feelings

Euskadi Six-Hour by Sab Casey/Dan, M, 4,271 words Dan and Casey bang in Spain

Give a Little Bit More by catwalksalone Casey/Dan, E, 3,693 words After a certain point, it’s not accidental anymore

Bent, Not Broken by Nny Casey/Dan, 3,579 words Turns out they’re dating.

Can’t You See That I’m Lonely by phobesmum Casey/Dan & others, T, 3,547 word Drabble collection

Catchers Drummers Anchormen by Sab Casey/Dan, G, 3,474 words Fantasy sports is an obsession

Reruns All Become Our History by Epigone Gen, G, 3,310 words After the split

Fan Mail From a Flounder by Punk Casey/Dan, G, 3,103 words Email is great

Bring Me the Head of Bobby Knight by scrunchy Gen, G, 3,092 words The State of American Sports thing

Breathing Space by catwalksalone Casey/Dan, E, 2,306 words Banging and love confessions

Decatur by scrunchy Casey/Dan, G, 2,118 words Getting together after the end

Faith Will Carry by scrunchy Gen, G, 1,877 words Someday Danny will come home

Doing It by flaming_muse Casey/Dan, T, 1,852 words Natalie knows they’re Doing It

Untitled by celli Casey/Dan, M, 1,793 words Broken air conditioning

SN Snippet by kestrelsan Casey/Dan, G, 1,652 words Epistolary

Down by Contact by scrunchy Gen, G, 1,443 words Semantics in therapy

Psychotic Reaction by scrunchy Casey/Dan, G, 1,264 words Morning after

Five Flights Dan and Casey Wish They’d Missed by celli Casey/Dan, T, 1,254 words Being spontaneous. Dialogue

Vivaldi by scrunchy Gen, G, 1,046 words Dialogue

Unbreakable Players by Punk Casey/Dan, G, 1,034 words Dan is done being a maniac

Midnight, New Jersey by Punk Gen, G, 1,000 words 1k words of suffering

What Comes Next by celli Casey/Dan, T, 622 words First kiss

True Story by celli Casey/Dan, T, 416 words Little drabbles

Where are we going? by out_there Casey/Dan, G, 323 words Cute

#fanfic recs #reclist #sports night #dan rydell #casey mccall #dan x casey

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for Friends to Lovers with Rodrick Heffley

Rodrick Heffley x reader

warnings: mentions of a bad home life

a/n: YALL I FUVKING DID IT AND IM TERRIFIED OF THE REPERCUSSIONS

prompt: y/n and rodrick have been friends for a long time, so long boundaries seem to be blurred

you’ve actually known rodrick since elementary school

it all started when he asked you to join his band

“i can play drums, you can play the tambourine because that’s the only other instrument i have! it’ll be wicked!”

your band lasted a week and only had one gig, it was for rodrick’s parents

who LOVED you by the way

they somehow permitted you to sleepover almost every other day, you practically lived at their house

FOR YEARS you did this

terrorizing lil greg

“what’s he gonna do, pee his diaper?”

“rodrick!!!”

always trick or treating together, exchanging candy when you got back go his house (or occasionally yours)

you guys didnt like hanging at your house, your parents were kind of....a lot to handle

starting middle school together, wreaking havoc on all the teachers

rodrick did it to impress you, according to mr. and mrs. heffley

but he’d give you a stupid little smirk from across the classroom after he got scolded so you believed them

whenever anyone gave you shit at school, rodrick wouldn’t hesitate to step in and show them who’s boss

“rodrick, you’re gonna get detention again!”

“yeah, well, i’m not gonna let them be mean to you”

you went to his house after school most days, sometimes you’d get there first while he was in detention

mrs. heffley had after school snacks

“y/n, why don’t you play some video games with greg while you wait for rodrick to get home?”

playing wii sports with greg, who cried when you won

you also had time to do homework while you waited, rodrick usually copied afterwards

when rodrick came home, he’d drag you to the garage to show you his drum skills

he hit himself in the head with his drumstick

“ooh, that’s gonna leave a mark”

next step was high school, which was a weird step up

but you guys had each other

you still spent most nights at the heffley residence, but you had to sleep on the couch instead of on the floor in the attic (aka rodricks lair)

“you two are growing up, so we think it’s best that you don’t sleep in the same room together, right?”

rodrick emptied one of his drawers for you to put your clothes in

but you still end up stealing his clothes half the time

“i wish i could be mad, but you wear all of my clothes better than me”

subconsciously doing couple-y things without realizing it

like rodrick would pull you closer to him when you two were together, put his arm around you, give you his jacket, etc

“are you guys serious? you’ve got to be dating!” -everyone

“rodrick, when are you and y/n going to get together?” -mr. and mrs. heffley

the answer was always the same: “we’re just friendssssss”

watching his band practice and cheering him on no matter what

you’re his guest vocals ☺️

when he got the van, it was a whole new world for you guys

you could go out wherever whenever

(with parent approval usually)

“wanna go ride around for a little while? hit a gas station and get a bunch of candy?”

“do you even have to ask?”

watching scary movies in his room

“platonic” cuddling in his bed

stuffing your face in the crook of his neck during scary scenes

“come on, y/n! it’s not that bad!”

him having to hold onto you for comfort so you’d keep watching with him

sometimes falling asleep together and his mom or dad coming to check on you later

“alright, time for bed! y/n, you get your usual couch...”

laughing your ass off at rodrick when he messes with greg

manny loves you, sometimes rodrick is jealous of the attention you give to his baby brother instead of him

rodrick scooping you up in his arms when you least expect it, never fails to make you scream

“hey there, hot stuff”

“you’re impossible!”

roller skating together, he held your hand the whole time bc he was worried you’d fall

his friends ENDLESSLY taunt him over your relationship

when he makes plans with others, he always says “let me ask y/n first” which just SENDS his friends oh my god

“dude, that’s your s/o!”

“no, they’re not! shut up!”

hating being apart a lot its so stressful

sometimes you’d have a pretty hard time at home and show up to his house at odd hours, but you were always welcome

you have your own key

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“my parents...they’re just the worst”

rodrick knows its bad when you start crying

he took you up to his room and played some music (quietly as not to wake the house)

you laid on top of him while he rubbed your back and told you that he was there for you

dozing off on him, as per usual

dude, the amount of pictures you have? astronomical

you playing his drums, the two of you going 🤘, an actual nice picture of you guys, him carrying you on his back, kiddos on your first day of school by year, you kissing his cheek “platonically”

comforting him when he was having his own hard times, whether it be an argument with his parents/greg, difficulties with musical inspiration, or anything else

“come here, you need a hug”

“i need several”

“you’ll get ‘em”

talent show! talent show! talent show!

you completely cussed out the rest of his band before they went on bc they had the audacity to replace him

but greg managed to save the day

“greg, my dude, give me a high five, that was awesome”

he wasn’t actually half bad but like, his mom kinda stole the show

more joyrides in the van

absolutely BLASTING the music in there while you and rodrick sat on the floor in the back and ate the taco bell you’d just picked up

“dude, you gotta try my potato griller, it’s a godsend”

“okay, but try this slushie, its so good. i mean, not as good as a 7-eleven slushie, but it’s up there”

finishing your food and laying in the van for another hour bc you just loved each other’s company

but after sitting together alone for so long, you felt like there was something left to do, what was it?

you and rodrick were moving around a bunch and ended up next to each other sitting against the wall of the van

you looked over at each other and hesitated before leaning in to kiss

and you guys kissed for a while

okay, so, you made out on the floor of his van with led zeppelin playing in the background

✨magical✨

it wasn’t awkward or anything, just long overdue

okay it was a little awkward actually

“well, that was” *clears throat* “that was cool or whatever”

“yeah...wanna do it again?”

“oh, for sure”

not like it was a surprise to anyone when you announced you were FINALLY dating

“wait, you guys just started dating? i thought you’d been together for like, at least 5 years” -mr. heffley

“this is great! obviously, we’ll need to set up some boundaries so that everyone is comfortable and safe, but yay for young love!” -mrs. heffley

“gross” -greg

mrs. heffley wrote a column in the newspaper about you titled “my teenage son’s fantastic significant other”

not much changed after you and rodrick got together, just kissing, “i love you’s” and more teasing from friends and school faculty

“we were all rooting for you two, actually!” -the teachers

summer vacation with him

it was always SWEET

going to the pool together, he’d usually lay out on the chairs with you but you were able to drag him into the pool a few times

“come onnnn, it’ll be funnnn”

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

hugs from behind!!! kisses on the top of ur head!!!!

PROM AH HAH HAH

seeing rodrick in a tux was too funny for you, you almost couldn’t stop laughing (especially at the eyeliner he insisted on wearing)

but he just couldn’t stop staring at you

“rodrick!”

“what?! you’re stunning!”

honestly, prom wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

you danced like maniacs for a few songs and ended up ditching early on

but you did end up renting a bunch of movies and getting tonssss of snacks and changing into pajamas as soon as you got to his house

im talking popcorn, candy bars, ice cream, cans of pop, chips, chicken nuggets and so on

and also passing out on each other

“i think i love you a little more, i didn’t know that was possible”

“i have that effect on people”

he makes u breakfast before his mom gets the chance though

“pancakes? for me?”

“i put chocolate chips in them too, you’re gonna love them”

(they were a lil bit burned, still good tho)

you guys really did just spot on get each other

okay but i know you also roast each other sometimes so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

relationship goals, honestly

fresh outta ideas 🤠 goodnight

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley imagine #doawk #doawk x reader #doawk imagine #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid x reader #diary of a wimpy kid imagine #devon bostick #devon bostick x reader #devon bostick imagine

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retrosimp · 3 years

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A Dance with Greg II

A/N: Originally I did not want to post three but two parts but I didn't want to keep @sexibeastlawrence waiting. Unfortunately the good stuff comes in the next part, but then there's gonna be lots of it. I will probably need a few days since work's pretty busy right now.

I still hope you enjoy !

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“You look ...quite tolerable. ” he gulped, smoothing out his blazer. Could it be ...? “You read Pride and Prejudice?!” I couldn't help myself from gushing aloud.

Greg wrinkled his brow “I don't read that shit, it's for pussys.” I rolled my eyes. It had been to good to be true.

The way his sky-blue eyes looked when he offered me his arm blew my anger away. “You coming ?” I place my hand on his arms carefully, electrified at the sensation.

This was really happening. Greg Tolan and me were attending prom together.

- A week prior -

“So what is your colour of preference?” Terry asked me as he rummaged through a bunch of silken and puffy dresses. “Uh- I don't know but maybe something darker, so I don't stand out so much? ” Rick stood a few feet behind us, ever since we arrived he had been strolling around the shop in something like awe. Especially when reaching the undergarment section because Terry had insisted on buying me a nice set of lingerie. ‘You never know what might happen.’ he had said grinning in mischief.

But I knew nothing was going to happen. It wasn't even real in my mind.

Why were we currently running through Macy's like a bunch of maniacs? Greg Tolan had asked me to prom on Saturday. The least possible thing ever to happen from my bully and friend of my Ex. One of the typical highschool jocks.

It was like in these bittersweet Hollywood movies like the Breakfast Club which I had seen this year.

Highly unrealistic.

So instead of falling into a wave of girly excitement like Terry did, I was busy trying not to chew my nails off in anxiety.

I didn't know what I was more afraid of. Me going to prom with highschool king Greg Tolan or the fact that somewhere inside of me I was kinda giddy about it.

Terry snapped his fingers in front of my face “Quit zoning out this is important (Y/N)! So more silky smooth or more glittery?” “Uh glittery?”. He eyed me for a second before continuing “Ok silk and smooth it is. Let's go with something tight here....” I watched bewildered as he tore a few dresses from their racks before shoving them into my arms. “Try these.”

Before I could protest Terry had pushed me into the changing room on the opposite side and pulled the curtain shut. “If you need help with the zipper just ask me.”

I frowned at the curtain. Either Terry was a real player and had done these kind of things a dozen of times or maybe he was... Gay?

It would explain the way he'd look at Rick sometimes. As I began undressing I made a quick side note to question him about that later sometime.

The first few dresses were not my thing, the first was a bit to tight around the waist, the silver one looked like I was a walking Christmas, and the red one made me look like a candy wrapper. Or at least that was what I thought. Judging Terry and Ricks faces I could see they just wanted to get out of here.

Though Terry kept his calm and handed me a night blue silken robe with deep V- cut in the front and an open back revealing my shoulders and upper back just above the waist.

I was staring at myself in a mixture of awe and uncertainty when Terry poked his head inside. “And?” he eyed me “That's the one, hey Rick come look —” I folded my arms trying to hide the cleavage. “Hey! You guys can't just stick your head in here I could be changing or something —” Rick who had stuck his head inside, frowning as Terry had pulled him inside by his shirt collar, eyed me with his mouth slightly hanging open.

“You're right, that's the dress. It looks absolutely stunning -” he coughed “Great I mean great. Really, um wow.” with that he disappeared behind the curtain again. Terry grinned at me. “Well I'd bite my ass if not all the guys are drooling over you on Saturday. This one's on me.” he pointed at the dress.

“Terry you just can't buy a dress I mean look at the price and — ” he cut me off. “Think of it as a redeem-myself-gift. And if you don't want it you can gladly give it to me anytime - ” we both paused looking at each other “Terry are you...? ” “So I can give it to another girl!” he quickly added laughing. “Ha ha ha, me a GUY wearing dresses, quite some imagination you have there!”

I shook my head. Okay maybe I would address it. “Now get out of here I want to change !” I told him “And no I don't need help with the zipper! ” I lied as I shoved him from the cabin.

Surreal absolutely surreal.

The week had passed without any great occurrences, the seniors being calm in their last days of school which included everyone but Greg. He and his little minions had decided that before leaving school they'd teach one or two kids a last lesson, marking the schoolgrouds before their leave.

With that I was pretty much off the hook and I even had gotten back the courage to go back to the cafeteria during lunch.

It was Friday, one day before prom, and I had been released early from my class. That was why I already sat at our lunch table waiting for Terry and Rick. I watched as the doors to the south exit opened and nearly choked on my fry.

Greg Tolan was making his way towards me, tow of his minions and another school doll Stacy in tow. I was already beginning to feel my hands get a little sweaty in excitement, when they just stopped and seated themselves at the table in front of me, Stacy leaning in on Greg's shoulder.

The boys had begun talking over boxing when Stacy cut in “So Greg, — ” I saw her trail a hand over the back of his neck and lower hair.

Was it an legitimate option to fork-stab her from behind? “I heard you are still going to prom but luckily without that chick Deborah. If you ask me you never really fit.” Her hand wandered to his arm and I decided that I was not going to look at this any longer. Instead I placed my Walkman over my head and pulled a book from my bag, trying to immense myself.

Greg grinned at her “Good thing no one did. 'scuse me Stacy, see ya boys.” The boys parted dragging an angry Stacy with them as Greg made his way over to her table. (y/n) was busy reading Pride & Prejudice, Walkman on her eyes. Without asking he helped himself to some of her fries, as he seated himself across from her, their knees brushing. He grinned at her shocked reaction.

I nearly yelped when two long fingers lifted the book from my hands to reveal Greg's face inches from mine. “What the — ” he turned it. “What are you reading ? Ah - of course some pussy romance.” he flicked a fry at me. “You didn't think I'd let you off the hook that easy little Tulip? I expect to see you at 8 tomorrow.” With that he stood taking my copy with him.

“Hey! What about my book?!”

He shrugged. “Finders keepers.” with that he basketball tossed it into the trash can before striding through the exit doors.

What a jerk. I still sat here fuming when Rick and Terry finally arrived, but it wasn't because of the lost copy - I didn't even stand up to get it back- it was because I couldn't keep the butterfly's in check that formed in me every time Greg and I touched.

#william zabka #just one of the guys #greg tolan #greg x reader #request #fanfiction #80s movies #80s aesthetic #i was up late so i could write this #next chapter's gonna get wild

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ladyartemesia · 4 years

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omg pLEASE tell me more about "Love Like Strawberries"

Here’s a rough little snippet for you my lovely 🥰🍓It’s pretty raw but-

Kim Taehyung has always been an ass.

You spent all four years of high school shouting at each other from across classrooms, stages, parties and cafeterias.

Really anywhere your paths crossed.

He hit you in the head with a basketball in freshman PE-

Annnnd couldn’t stop laughing long enough to apologize.

(to be fair – you had splashed your entire water bottle all over the PE teacher on impact

and it did look like he had peed himself.

But STILL-)

Kim Taehyung ruined your first kiss

– with KIM SEOKJIN no less (who was a senior) when you were 15.

It was the first party of sophomore year

and you finally grew into your nose and you no longer looked like a muppet

and THE Kim Seokjin was leaning in to give you your first ever kiss in the gazebo at Tyler’s house.

He was less than an inch from your lips when KIM TAEHYUNG-

Kim I-am -the-literal-bane-of-you-existence-Taehyung blasted you both with a super soaker.

Honestly what a roach.

Taehyung also managed to ruin the entirety of junior year by dating your insufferable cousin Maggie.

His nauseating new relationship status found him tagging along at every family gathering

(where your creepy great aunts fawned over him obnoxiously and fed him all the good ham)

You caught the two of them making out naked in the hot tub at your 18th birthday party. (They were both 18 but that hardly made it better.)

You also discovered that Maggie had a nipple piercing and a tattoo of Mickey Mouse on her butt cheek

Aunt Agnes would clutch her pearls and DIE if she knew.

So Maggie was a LOT nicer to you after that.

Senior year Taehyung ruined prom by breaking your date’s nose.

(Jimin disclosed later that your date was taking bets on whether or not he could take your virginity that night)

Taehyung told you and everyone else that he did it because he was dared to.

Despite all of that

(and numerous other incidents over the years)

this summer - right before your freshman year of college - the two of you are about to be thrown together because Kim Namjoon-

(your best friend and Taehyung’s cousin)

-decided to drag you (and seven other people) up to the Kim family campground

(the Kim family invented toaster strudel or something and they are all filthy rich).

There is a main house, with rooms for Namjoon, his girlfriend, and two guys from the swim team that you aren’t close to, Jungkook and Hoseok

There is also a small “guest house” where Jimin and three girls – including your betrayer of a best friend (“Seriously Wendy!?”) are bunking.

All three ladies are in a cutthroat competition to nail Jimin before leaving for college

(spoiler alert: he lets them all win)

so obviously none of them are willing to give up their spot…

Which leaves you and Taehyung alone in the small one room cabin with one double bed and an open concept shower alcove.

“Now remember,” Namjoon wheezes (in between fits of maniacal laughter) “we’re going strawberry picking tomorrow at 8 AM sharp and if you aren’t there, then I’ll storm into this little love nest and drag you.”

Namjoon has never been closer to death.

#love like strawberries #WIP game

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aerinmelina · 3 years

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(From this post here.) @jaylalovesreading

So I wrote this whole thing in an entirely different way last night, and then tumblr deleted it when I tried to save it (!!!!), but I think I like this one better anyway.

———

A knock sounded at the door, and Kendra glanced up at the clock on the wall; 8:00am, the same time as usual. She smiled and opened the door to find Bracken on the other side of it. He waved at her and she waved back, then motioned for him to come inside. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

She sat down on a bench near the front door and put her shoes on, then grabbed her coat and backpack. “Bye, Mom!” she called.

Marla’s voice rang from the other room. “Bye, sweetie! Have a good day at school today!”

“You might want an umbrella,” Bracken said. “It’s a bit drizzly out there this morning.”

“Got it. Do you have one?”

He shook his head. “My sisters absconded with all of ours.”

“We can share,” Kendra said. She felt her cheeks tingle a bit. “It’s large enough for two people.”

She could swear his smile was bright enough to light up the entire world. It wasn’t hard to see why Bracken was one of the most popular guys in school.

Kendra opened the hall closet and removed an umbrella from its depths, then turned toward Bracken. “I’m ready,” she announced.

He opened the front door and motioned for her to walk through. “No Seth?” he asked.

“Not today,” she replied as she walked outside and opened the umbrella. “He has baseball practice this morning.”

“Isn’t baseball practice usually after school?” Bracken asked as he fell into step beside Kendra, under cover of the umbrella.

She shrugged her shoulders. “They’ve been doing a mix lately. Some days before school, some days after. I think some of the team is part of other clubs and had a hard time making it to all of the practices. Not sure. The game season is about to start, anyway.”

“Makes sense to practice a lot,” Bracken inferred. “I look forward to watching one of his games.”

“They’re okay,” she replied. “They’re definitely getting more interesting as he’s getting older. When he was younger? Super boring.”

Bracken chuckled a bit at that. “I know the feeling, but with ballet and piano recitals rather than baseball.”

They walked in companionable silence for a few seconds, and then Bracken switched topics. “So. You know how I’m on the student council, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. Of course,” Kendra replied. He went to meetings every Wednesday before school, and stayed after school on Mondays and sometimes Fridays as well because of it.

“Well… this’ll be announced today in the junior and senior homeroom classes, but we’ve decided on a date, location and theme for this year’s prom,” he said.

A well of hope started to spring up inside of Kendra and she tried to quash it. Prom?! Was he going to ask her to prom?! “Oh yeah?” she asked, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “When is it?”

Please ask me to prom. Please ask me to prom. Please. Ask. Me. To. Prom.

“May 4th,” he stated, then stopped walking and looked at her. She was surprised to see that his cheeks were rosy, but then again she felt like hers were going to catch fire in a minute as well.

He had her full attention. “May is a good month,” she stated. “Maybe it’ll be less rainy by then.”

His hand made its way to the back of his neck, a gesture of embarrassment that she’d come to recognize in him over the past months since school had started, and his blush intensified. “Would you like to go with me?” he asked.

Okay. Her cheeks were surely on fire now. “Yes!” she said, perhaps with a little too much exuberance. She cleared her throat and tried again, this time keeping her voice calmer despite the party she was throwing in her brain. “I mean, um. Yes, I would love to go to prom with you.” She couldn’t stop smiling. Alert. Alert. She could not stop smiling!

His grin matched hers, and he offered her his arm which she gladly accepted. He in turn took the umbrella and held it for both of them this time. “I’m glad you accepted,” he said. “I didn’t want to go with anyone else, and I didn’t want to show up alone, either.”

How much more could her face burn? Was she some sort of science experiment or something? “I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else, either,” she mumbled. They resumed their walk and continued to grin like maniacs. Kendra was through the roof with happiness and excitement.

Upon reaching the school, Bracken closed up the umbrella after shaking it out, then returned it to Kendra. “Thank you for walking with me,” he said, just like he always did. This time, though, the words seemed to somehow stand out a little more.

“Thank you for picking me up,” she replied. “See you after school?”

He nodded his head. “Same place as usual.”

A sense of boldness, maybe, came over Kendra, and she stood on her toes in order to kiss him on his cheek. When she pulled away, she found his face had become a brilliant shade of red, probably like her own, and he moved his hand up to cover the spot where she’d kissed him. He had the biggest smile on his face that she’d ever seen. “It’s going to be hard to concentrate today,” he said.

Kendra laughed. She wholeheartedly agreed, but didn’t care. She had the feeling that today was going to be a great day.

#fablehaven #brackendra #aerinm writes #au scene #high school au #omgosh this was fun

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sturnioloshacker · 3 years

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Grocery Store Squeeze - A Zach Herron Imagine

Requested by anon

A/N: I’ve put a random name for the reader.

Prompt #7: You both do the side-to-side dance when you try to pass them in the grocery store aisle

The final bell rings to signal the end of the day and everyone exits their classrooms and heads to the lockers. I walk out of my History class and head straight to my locker. Once I manage to open my locker, I load my bag with my homework and assignments. “Hey, babes!” my best friend Sienna yells out to me. I smile back at her and continue with what I was doing. “Everything okay? You seem sad. What’s up?” she asks, a worried tone lacing her voice. “Just a lot on my mind. Homework, assignments and prom. That’s all”, I mumble. “Hun. No one gives a shit about school. Everyone’s minds are focused on prom!” Sienna tells me and I shrug. “Hold up. I think I know why you’re moody. You don’t have a date to prom”. I inhale sharply at Sienna’s comment and turn to look at her. “I knew it!” she exclaims. “It’s just that I don’t like any of the guys at school! Majority of them are just absolute dumbasses who always get the tall, popular bitches who don’t care about anyone else but themselves, half of them are bringing their girlfriends from other schools and you’re bringing Christian. Me, on the other hand, has no one!” I ramble to Sienna and she nods at everything I say. “Babes, listen to me. I’m sure you’ll find someone! Trust me. You have a whole entire week to find a cute guy! There are so many on the streets!” Sienna explains to me. I hear my phone buzz and see that my mum is calling. “Hi mum! Is everything okay?” I ask. “Hi sweetie! Your brother came home from school early because he’s not feeling well and I’ve run out of stock for the soup. I can’t leave him alone so could you pop into the store to grab some?” she asks. Thank god I always keep my credit card handy! “Sure thing, mum! Poor baby!” I say. We say our goodbyes and I hang up. “Oh, your poor brother! Hope he feels better!” Sienna says. “Thanks. Hey, do you mind coming to the store with me? I could use some company”. Sienna nods and we both leave our lockers.

We enter the store and head straight to the aisle where the stock is. As we walk down the aisle, we squeeze past everyone that’s in our way. “So many people! Gosh!” Sienna softly exclaims to me and I chuckle. We continue squeezing past everyone until there was a small gap between us and the next person walking opposite. A lady had parked her trolley right in the middle of the aisle which made it hard for people to walk by. Sienna and I both attempt to squeeze past the trolley when we bump into someone. “I’m so sorry oh my god”, Sienna mumbles. “Sorry about th- oh wow!” I gasp. “Sorry g- holy shit!” the other person says. All 3 of us quickly walk away, not wanting to create any sort of scene. I look back at him and make eye contact. He’s so handsome and so cute! Wow! I turn back to look at Sienna who is giggling like a maniac. “What?!” I exclaim. “He’s your type! He looks our age, he’s tall, he’s got curly hair and he’s attractive!!” Sienna explains to me.

As we exit, the attractive guy exits too. “Talk to him!” Sienna mumbles to me! “Hell no! You know that I can’t talk to cute guys like you do!” I whisper-yell. “Hi. Sorry about that little mishap earlier. I’m Zach”. “Hi! I’m Sienna!” she giggles. “Hi! I’m Nicole!” I imitate Sienna’s tone, or at least tried to. “Nicole. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he sweetly says. He takes my hand and gently rubs his thumb over it. I can feel my heart racing. Such a charmer! Does he secretly know my weaknesses? “Are you guys waiting for someone?” he asks. “Oh no! We were just about to walk home. My brother isn’t feeling the best so I had to come to grab some stuff to bring home”, I explain. “That’s not good! Did you guys want a ride? I’ll get you home quicker”, Zach asks. Sienna and I both nod in agreement and we all head to Zach’s car. The whole car ride home was a getting to know you session. I know that his name is Zach, he’s from a band called Why Don’t We, he’s 19 and he adores his family. I also know that he’s super good looking and I’m catching feelings for him. We arrive at my house. I thank Zach and he leaves to take Sienna home.

PROM DAY

Sienna and I just left the mall. Our hair, makeup and nails are looking amazing! Our tans are perfect! All we need now is to put on our dresses and we’re all ready to go! We walk through the door of my house and rush straight upstairs to get dressed. We decide to take photos of our completed looks because who doesn’t?! The doorbell rings and Sienna squeals. “Christian’s here!” she giggles and fixes herself up. I watch Sienna walk slowly down the stairs and Christian’s face light up with pure bliss. He is so in love with her, it’s crazy! As I walk to the mirror to fix up any wrinkles and creases, I notice something on my desk.

Take this with you. You’re gonna need it. Trust me.

Sienna xoxo

Oh god. She didn’t, did she? Did she tell Zach? Is Zach actually here? Does my family know? Only one way to find out. I grab the boutonniere and make my way downstairs. I notice Zach and my cheeks turn red. I’m definitely catching feelings for him. I make my way towards him and he pulls me in for a hug. “You look stunning!” he whispers and kisses my cheek. “You look handsome!” I whisper back.

AFTER PROM

We all get in the limousine, laughing and still having fun. We turn on some music and we just start jamming and having the time of our lives. “That was so much fun! I had such a great night!” I yell over the music and everyone yells in agreement. We all continue singing and partying and just having such a good time together. We arrive at my house first as it’s the closest. “Bye guys!” I yell, blowing kisses to Sienna and Christian. As I go to get out, Zach stops me. “Let me help you”, he smiles. He takes my hand and helps me out of the limousine. He walks me to my front door. “Thanks for being my date. I really appreciate it”. I whisper. “No worries. Thanks for the fun night”, Zach whispers. As I go to open the door, Zach pulls me in for a sweet yet passionate kiss. We pull away and giggle. “I wanna be more than just a prom date”. I stand there in shock. “Seriously?” I ask. “Yeah. I wanna be with you. Be my girlfriend?” Zach asks. “Zach! We just met a week ago! We haven’t had our first date yet!” I explain to him and he laughs. “This technically was our first date! I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we first met! You’re cute, funny and someone I can see a future with. I just really want you to be mine”, Zach gushes to me. “You think so?” I whisper. “I know so”. And with that, Zach pulls me in for another kiss. “I’ll be your girlfriend”, I mumble into the kiss and I feel Zach smile.

I walk inside and begin to get ready for bed. “How was your night, sweetie?” mum asks and I smile. “I have a boyfriend!” I squeal which causes my mum to squeal. “I’m so happy! Zach seems like a really sweet boy!” she gushes. “He is! That’s why I agreed to be his girlfriend!” My mum kisses me and says good night to me as I take off my makeup. As I take off my makeup and unravel my hair, I smile as I think about Zach. He’s officially my boyfriend! I put on my pyjamas and jump into bed. As I close my eyes, my phone vibrates.

Z: Hi Nicole, it’s Zach.

Sienna gave me your number last week. She also was the one who asked me to take you to prom but I assume you figured that out already haha. Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for the night. I had a blast. I’m so glad to call you my girlfriend. With that being said, did you want to have lunch tomorrow, after we recover?

I smile and reply.

N: Hey Zach.

Of course. 2:00?

Z: 2 sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up! Night xx

N: Night Zach xx

Z: I love you ❤️

N: I love you 🥰

I softly squeal. Zach loves me. I love Zach. Thank you Sienna! I fall asleep and drift off with the dream fairies. I can’t wait for tomorrow!

#zach herron #why don't we #zach herron imagines #why don't we imagines

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advena87 · 4 years

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Keira and Lambert’s love story Part 2

Here is Part 1

Another episode of Keira and Lambert's love story because I have a lot of fun with these incorrect quotes. Here again comes the case of the child of surprise, about which I wrote earlier > here <. And I even have an idea where the Kid would come from and I think I will include it in some fanfic... I mean, I'm pretty sure Keira and Lambert would be hilarious as parents. And although they would have no idea how to raise a child, they would accidentally do a good job.

Anyway, enjoy!

Triss: What do you look for in a guy?

Keira: I don’t know, real stuff. Shape of his ass.

*later*

Lambert: If Keira sees this, she’s going to think I’m an idiot.

Geralt: And this would be news to her how?

Lambert: Look, let's be serious for a moment, I really need your advice. I haven’t dated in a while, but there’s a good reason for that.

Geralt: Two good reasons: your face and your personality.

Triss: Then you're lucky Lambert, that Keira cares about a good ass only.

Lambert: What the fuck, Merigold, how long have you been here?

***

Keira: *Pulls curtain back while Lambert is in the shower*

Keira: Are we - stop screaming, it’s just me - are we out of doritos?

*later*

*Geralt comes to Corvo Bianco and finds Lambert and Keira hanging out in the living room*

Geralt: Uh, hello, people who do not live here.

Keira: Oh, hi Geralt.

Geralt: You know, I gave you the key for emergencies.

Lambert: We were out of doritos.

***

*Geralt, Yennefer, Triss and Eskel are having breakfast in Corvo Bianco when Lambert comes in, covered in glitters.*

Lambert: Ok, which of you fuckfaces put stripper glitters in my shower gel?

Keira: That’s why we’re late. We figured why not take advantage of this situation.

*Cut to Lambert dancing like a chippendale while Keira is throwing dollars bills at him.*

*Later, Triss tucks a dollar under the hem of his pants.*

Lambert: *gasp* It was you, Merigold!

***

*Keira and Lambert are arguing, in Corvo Bianco with Geralt and Eskel nearby*

Lambert: Woman, as your husband I command you!

Geralt: We’ll leave and give you guys some privacy…

*Witchers exits the room*

Keira: You, wanna take back that “I command you” thing?

Lambert: Please, can I?

***

Keira, jokingly: I should have Lambert kill you for that.

Lambert, materializing beside her: Who do I need to kill?

Keira : Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Lambert, pulling out a sword: Now, who’s bothering you?

Keira: Just so you know Lambert, if you go to prison for that, I will not wait for you.

Lambert: You won’t have to. I’ll escape, we both know that.

***

Keira: When I said bring me back something from the beach, I meant like, a shell.

Lambert, struggling to hold onto a seagull: Well you didn’t fucking say that!

***

Lambert: I would like to say that I was wrong, and I’m very very sorry.

Keira, sternly: About what?

Lambert: What do you got?

***

Keira: You know I hate it when you make up words, Lambert.

Lambert: Are you still mad at me for saying “snaccident”?

Keira: Yes.

Lambert, sighing: Well apparently, relationships are mostly just apologizing for saying something hilarious. Am I right, Babe?

Keira: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair I wasn’t listening.

***

Lambert: Our house is burning and you can save the cake or me. What do you choose?

Keira: That’s not fair. The cake doesn’t have legs.

***

Keira, watching the news: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Lambert, covered in ink: Maybe the squid was being a dick!

***

Lambert: Keira, you were right, you were right about everything.

Keira: I know, Lambert, but I need you to be more specific.

***

Kid: Mommy, where do people go when they die?

Keira: I don’t know, did you check under your bed?

Kid: …

Keira: Good night honey!

***

Keira: Okay, you’d better be going to bed at a reasonable hour, don’t make me tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.

Kid: Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Keira: Last warning before I sing a lullaby.

Kid: No, not a lullaby! Okay, I'm going to sleep but I need you to check under the bed for monsters.

Keira: Listen, I appreciate your confidence in me but if there’s a monster under there, it’s going to kill us both.

Kid, with panic: MOM!

Keira: Ok, this requires drastic measures.

Keira: Lambert!

Lambert, entering the room with a sword in his hand: No fear! I'll take care of this monster!

* Lambert gets under the bed, the sounds of fight are heard.*

Lambert from under the bed: You son of a bitch! Eat this! I don’t fucking think so! Begone! Die!

Lambert, coming out from under the bed, covered with red: It's all right, princess, the monster is dead.

* later, after leaving the Kid's room *

Keira: We have to stop doing this, this isn’t good for her mental health. She will be traumatized or something.

Lambert, licking the ketchup from his face: Oh, come on! I'm her hero!

***

Keira, about Kid: And now she sleeps with a sword, Lambert.

Lambert: Is that true?

Kid: Sort of. Sometimes. Yes.

Lambert: Good girl.

***

* Kid brings home bad grades from school *

Lambert: Don't worry, I was never a valedictorian myself. Vesemir said I lacked certain necessary qualities.

Kid: Like what?

Lambert: Like the ability to behave myself.

***

Lambert, on the phone: OK Kid, tell me what’s happening. Give me a full report.

Kid: Yeah, I’m still eating that candy. Do you want… do you want me to keep eating it?

Lambert: How much have you had?

Kid: Two or three bowls.

Lambert: Can you still see straight?

Kid: Sort of.

Lambert: That means you’re fine.

***

*It's Lambert's turn to play with Kid*

Keira: Is that my bra? What are you doing with my bra?

Lambert: Oh, no, no, it’s not what you think. We just used it to fling water ballons off the roof.

***

* Lambert teaches their daughter how to fight drowners *

Lambert: Go get 'im, Tiger!

Kid: *attacks, puts a bomb in the drowner's mouth and bursts its head *

Lambert: Oh, I so pity the dude who pressures her into prom sex.

Keira: That’s a lie.

Lambert: *smiling maniacally*

*later he teaches her how to fight a specter*

Lambert: If a ghost picks a fight with you, put this oil on your sword, lure it into the trap and remember: someone already killed that motherfucker once.

***

Lambert: Hey girl. What’s going on?

Kid: Teenage rebellion.

Lambert: Fuck yeah! Stick it to the old people.

Keira: Lambert, stop encouraging her!

***

*Keira and Lambert are kissing*

Kid: Get a room.

Keira: We have one.

Kid: I know. Use it.

***

Keira: Kid’s boyfriend is picking her up at seven.

Lambert: I can’t wait to beat him.

Keira: Meet him.

Lambert: That’s what I said.

*later*

Boyfriend: Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you’ll kill me ?

Lambert: No, if you hurt her she’s quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons. I trained her well, she is a ruthless killing machine.

Keira: That's not true, don’t listen to him. I mean, yes, she is able to kill you in three seconds and never forget about that, but she is a spoiled daddy's girl. She will totally ask Lambert to break your spine if you hurt her.

*later*

Boyfriend: Your parents are funny, these were good jokes.

Kid, deadpan: They weren’t joking

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n0-eyedtaissa · 3 years

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“Let’s go for a walk.“ “Its 2 am!” The gang

It was homecoming week at Southside high school and that meant that students and staff alike were preparing for the big football game against Riverdale high. Now, Southside high school wasn't always run-down chemistry labs used to cook jingle jangle or fizzle rocks. In fact, when Ruthie Soh-Peterson, Dante Fogarty, CD Rhodes, and Spyder De La Cruz were in attendance, the school was actually pretty decent. Sure the books were tattered and graffitied and the computers were slow, but there were no metal detectors that students needed to pass through, nor were there students freebasing in the bathrooms during passing periods. It wasn’t a bad school, it was just underfunded, but that didn’t mean much to the original Southside Four.

It’s Ruthie’s senior year and she doesn’t want to go to the homecoming dance, but she makes Dante pinky swear that he’ll take her to the prom. He agrees, somewhat begrudgingly at the prospect of having to wear a tie for longer than a Sunday church service, but makes Ruthie agree to go to the big game that evening.

It wasn't necessarily because Dante was a sports fan; when he, Ruthie, CD, and Spyder walked up to the football field at Riverdale High, they duck under the bleachers and are met with the thick, welcoming smell of smoke. They don’t go for the overpriced concessions, they don’t cross to the big set of bleachers to revel in the hot white stadium lights and the joys of high school football. They came to party.

And party they did!

Ruthie hits her head on one of the low rungs of metal bleachers and suddenly CD is thrusting an cold beer into her hand to use as a makeshift icepack. She feels a blush creep up her neck and she mutters out an embarrassed-sounding thanks and flicks the water droplets of condensation off her already cold hands. Some guys Ruthie didn’t recognize slap Dante on the shoulder and she notices how much he tenses up at their presence as he follows closely behind them. Serpents, probably. There’s a sour taste in Ruthie’s mouth that she can’t place and she knows it’s not from the beer. Spyder finds the weed like he always does and tucks himself into a corner, sitting on his black backpack that was covered with paint marker and sharpie from when he got bored in class. Some younger, expectant looking sophomores sat down by him knowing that Spyder always brought the best weed to the parties often thrown at the quarry on the weekends. CD’s nowhere to be found and that’s not really a surprise to anyone, more often than not he’d be the first one to wander off and the last one to find the group again at the end of the night. Sometimes they wouldn’t find him and give up after awhile, just to have CD end up finding his own way home anyways.

Ruthie looks up to say something about the smears of red and black faceprint under people’s eyes, but her friends are nowhere to be found. Dante ducked off somewhere with those sketchy-looking Serpents, Spyder was smoking a thick-looking blunt with his eyes closed (trying very hard to zone out hard enough that those greedy looking underclassmen disappeared), and she really didn’t expect to find CD anyways.

Realizing that she was alone, Ruthie sits down with her back against one of the cold metal poles that were holding up the bleachers above her, pulling her jacket tighter around her skinny frame and cursing herself for not wearing more layers. She strains her ears to listen to the football game announcers, Riverdale was ahead by a handful of points but Southside just scored a touchdown. Pulling her green canvas book bag onto her lap, she roots around for the little film canister filled with weed and starts breaking up the scraggly leaves on top of her composition book full of notes and halfhearted doodles. Her eyebrows crease in concentration as she tries to twist the thin, rice-like paper into something that resembled a joint. She sets it down carefully on her notebook and pats down her coat pockets before rooting around in her bag to find a lighter, coming up empty.

“Well, shit...” Ruthie sighs, tucking the joint behind her ear like Dante does for ‘safe keeping’

“Need a light?” A still-standing voice asks from above Ruthie. She’s eye-level with a skinny pair of knees clad in black jeans covered with safety pins and patches reading off names of bands Ruthie couldn’t even begin to decode. The voice flicks open a silver zippo lighter with the kind of finesse that gave off the idea that this was something he did all the time, walk up to lonely girls for a smoke and a conversation.

“Thanks” Ruthie leans into his hand, sucking in a mouthful of smoke as the paper ignited. She looks up at the stranger through her eyelashes, pushes a chunk of her hair out of her face in order to see him better.

He’s tall, (taller than any of the guys Ruthie spent time with, anyway) and skinny, but he carried himself with a surprising amount of confidence. He had thick unruly curls that shined black in the lowlight. His black denim jacket was covered in metal studs and spikes, so much metal that it made noise with every one of his footsteps. Malachai Martinez. He was in Ruthie’s grade but they didn’t have any classes together, the only time she really saw him was in the lunchroom when him and his friends would play their music too loud and fling cafeteria food back and forth while laughing maniacally. Malachai’s knees crack as he sits down next to Ruthie and she can smell his thick, too-fancy cologne. She didn’t invite him to sit down with her and she really wasn’t planning on it, but she guessed it was the price to pay given. Wordlessly she hands over the joint and Malachai takes a gracious inhale, tilting his head back and blowing out thick, symmetrical rings.

They don’t talk much besides the casual exchange of small talk about teachers and funny things that happened at the parties they were both sometimes at. He brings up Dante once or twice and it seems odd but not worth pushing. Malachai has a certain quality to him that Ruthie can’t quite place her finger on. Everything he did seemed calculated...not calculated, but rehearsed. His machinations were that of someone who was trying too hard but somehow actually managing to pull it off. Ruthie laughs out loud at the thought and Malachai raises a pierced eyebrow at her.

“What?” He smirks at her, leaning closer and knocking his shoulder against Ruthie’s own.

“Nothin’” She knocks back, hair obscuring her eyes.

Malachai jams into her shoulder again, a little bit harder this time. There’s a certain malice in his eyes, in his small, unwavering smile when he looks at her. Just as Ruthie’s about to scowl and call him out, she doesn’t have too.

“Everything alright here?” Dante asks seriously, his two Serpent friends only a few paces behind him. They’re all three wrapped up in their leather jackets now that the sun’s gone down. Halftime is over and people in the bleachers over their heads seem a lot less enthusiastic about whatever was happening on the football field. Dante holds out his hand to Ruthie to help her up but she doesn’t take it.

Malachai stands up suddenly as well, the joint that Ruthie rolled still tucked between his ring-clad fingers. “Just fine, isn’t that right, Ruthless?” He sends her another cheshire cat grin and Ruthie can feel the blood pumping in her ears.

“Shit’s dead anyways, lets go...” It’s not up for debate and Ruthie knows it. But before Dante can drag her away to gather the rest of the troops, Malachai ceases Ruthie by the hand for one last second.

Ruthie stops dead and her tracks and by default so does Dante, so he’s watching carefully as Malachai runs a painted thumb over the flesh of Ruthie’s hand. “There’s sort of an after-party happening over at the House of the Dead tonight, gonna really get the party going. You should drop by...”

“She’ll have to take a raincheck” Dante says suddenly, barreling past Malachai to duck out from under the bleachers and whistling to signal Spyder and CD that it was time to go.

“Another time, perhaps” Malachai smirks.

Dante doesn’t talk the entire walk back to the car, and he makes it all the way to the gates of the trailer park before cracking. “The fuck was all that?” He raises his eyebrow and looks at Ruthie in the rearview mirror from her spot in the backseat.

“Nothin’” Ruthie mumbles, not liking the feeling of being scolded like a child. If Dante didn’t run off on one of his “business ventures”, she probably wouldn’t have ended up talking to Malachai in the first place.

“It’s never just nothin’ with that crazy fuck, there’s always something.” Dante shakes his head and kills his headlights as he turns the corner to park in front of Ruthie’s house. CD’s half passed-out with his head thumping against the backseat window and Spyder’s too stoned to even recognize that his two friends were currently having a conversation. “Him and his creepy-ass friends are always up to no good and I ignore them at all costs...and I implore you to do the same”

Ruthie scoffs. “Implore? Wow, what a two-point vocabulary word, D. Good to know you’ve still been paying attention in English” She can’t help but chuckle a little as she grabbed her house keys out of her bag to go unlock the front door.

She can be a little bit louder knowing that Sweet Pea was over at Toni’s for a movie night with Fangs, so the older kids had full reign of the Soh-Peterson living room. Dante helps CD up the front steps and Spyder immediately makes his way to the refrigerator, knowing that there were always lots of leftovers he was welcome to eat. It was only a little after eleven but Ruthie wasn’t feeling all that social anymore. The weed was making her feel paranoid, like she could still feel Malachai’s bloodshot eyes tracking her as she rounded the corner from the kitchen down the hallway and into her dimly lit bedroom.

The night ends calmly and easily. Ruthie changes into her pajamas and tries to ignore the feeling of the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. Dante seemed to have loosened up a little, both CD & Spyder seemed to have sobered up a little. They watch some shitty comedy movie on cable tv and mute the volume during all of the commercials. Ruthie smokes two cigarettes while perched on the armrest of the big green couch. She sneaks off to her bedroom when she thinks no one would notice or care, knowing that she needed to sleep off the anxiety the best she could. Luckily for her, the THC that was promptly coursing through her system was a great sleep aide, so it came easily to her. Ruthie falls into a deep, soundless sleep with her bedside lamp still on. An unknown amount of time later she stirs at the sound of the doorknob moving.

A voice whispers out to her, clumsily treading around the strewn shoes and clothes that littered Ruthie’s bedroom floor. “Ruthless wake upppp...” The voice whines, shaking her shoulder and soon she’s squinting one eye open.

“Get your greasy little hands off of me” She mutters, already knowing that it was CD who was up at this hour, having slept off the handful of drinks he had at the game earlier that evening.

“But I’m not tired and I’m bored...” CD drones on again, lifting up the corner of Ruthie’s blankets to slide next to her in bed.

“And what makes you think I can help you with that?” Ruthie questions, closing both her eyes again and rolling over away from her friend.

“Let’s go on a walk!” CD suggests with too much enthusiasm. He was always the one suggesting some random late night excursion, like a late night walk, or streaking through the sprinklers at Pickens Park. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up to a missed call from CD and a text about him maybe seeing aliens but being too far away to know for sure. Lately, CD’s late-night activities included walking all the way to the grocery store over in midtown now that Ignacio permanently banned him from the bodega.

Squinting open one eye again, Ruthie paws blindly at her bedside table trying to find the clock radio. “It’s 2am!” Sh groans, pushing the glowing red numbers away from her drowsy eyes and going to switch off the lamp.

“So?! I bet it’s popping’ over at that freaky funeral home where all the Ghoulies hang out.” CD folds his hands behind his bed, talking much too loudly for Ruthie who just wanted to go back to bed. “What was up with that by the way? You into guys like that now?” He tries to poke her playfully but Ruthie swats his hand away.

“Jeez, you’re mean when you’re tired.” CD mumbles, slipping out from the corner of Ruthie’s duvet and making his way back up the hallway without even nothing to close her bedroom door. He puts his shoes on one at a time and silently walks out of the front door, unbeknownst to his sleeping friends.

He’d sure have a story to tell tomorrow.

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yodawgiherd · 3 years

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Red flag pt.3

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Soon brothers.

Just not yet. :D

In the following week, Mikasa learned more about sex than she ever did before. While the internet itself was a fickle teacher, giving facts and hundred and more opinions from anonymous users, Eren was an endless well of knowledge. It was her who asked first too, he didn’t even try to talk about it before Mikasa brought it up. And how could she help herself, with such an insane bomb being dropped on her!

First things first – she googled the name of the agency he worked at, just to be sure that he was not bulshitting her, but everything he said seemed to be true. The website was there, displaying the “ wide variety of services done by long-term professionals”. Although Eren’s name was not there, he told her that he is listed as Master E, a thing she immediately questioned. Over messenger, of course.

Master E? Damn that’s lame.

You wound me :(

I mean seriously, couldn’t you be something cooler?

Such as?

I don’t know! Master Evil. Dungeon Master. Lord of the Night?

Yea, I’m sure that dungeon master would be turning heads

….. Orgasminator?

Mikasa pls

Lord horsecock

Stoooooop I beg you!

Fine fine, you’re just jealous I’m that much better at naming than you

Sure am.

When he didn’t continue, Mikasa took the initiative.

Sooooooooooo, gonna tell me where the Master E came from?

Simple. Annie wanted to be Mistress A so I just latched onto her vibe

Uh-hu. So you are just that much unoriginal

:( sadly

Just imagining Eren pouting at his phone made Mikasa’s evening that much brighter. She wanted to see more of it.

Latching on Annie, you do that a lot don’t you?

Why is that?

Well, she’s the one who introduced you to this whole thing and even today she is the best at your agency, most advertised one too. Playing catch up your whole life? Maaaaaaster E? :P

Hey, it’s not my fault that men are bigger pervs than women.

Excuses

To be honest, I don’t mind being behind Annie, she’s good at this. Also, don’t tell her this, but she scares me sometimes

Scares you how :O

Annie can be really brutal when she gets into it. Nothing the clients don’t ask for, mind you, but still. If you’d see her victims….. the wounds……

Mikasa’s breath caught in her throat.

Are you serious?

I don’t know…. Am I?

Dork.

She frowned at her phone, but still looked when the answer pinged in.

I am partly serious though. She can be a nightmare, sometimes I feel like she’s on a one-woman crusade against the male population. And she’s getting paid for it too!

She sounds like a hell of a woman.

You bet :)

Master E also had several scenes online, to be bought and watched, and a few times Mikasa almost clicked the button and spent her hard-earned cash on kinky porn. It was the promise of a live show that stopped her from doing so. She didn’t know if she’s going to go yet but buying a video of something she could watch happening in real time was a waste of money. No, she wouldn’t spoil that surprise.

She learned much anyway, way too much even, things that made her blush and hide her face, things that made her quickly hide her phone. In moments like these, she was grateful that the communication was being done over the internet, as Eren was way too intense of a person to be talked about this face to face. Here, hidden behind her screen, she could pester him for ages, joking and making fun of whatever he gave her. And, during these conversations, she learned another important thing.

For a guy who was more or less a professional perv, Eren used a lot of emojis in his messages.

It caught her off guard, how normal and easy to talk to he was. She didn’t think that he was a monster or something, but Eren was right when he said that her opinion of him changed fundamentally once she found out about his job. Mikasa found herself texting to him, a lot, and he texted back, snapped photos until she started doing it too, and overall just had a great time. Levi was giving her sidelong glares when he kept catching her while she stared at her phone, grinning like a maniac, but she simply ignored him. How was she supposed to not laugh when Eren just sent her a photo of his cup from a coffee shop with a crying emoji. Apparently, they spelled his name wrong again and kept calling him Aaron.

What’s the most common thing they ask you to do?

She half hid her face in the pillow, already dreading the answer. The three dots that appeared in the corner indicated that he was typing an answer, and soon enough there was a ping.

I feel like I’ll disappoint you here.

Most of my clients are easily satisfied - basic bondage/dominance stuff works wonders

They could do that with literally anyone else

Like their boyfriends and stuff

Mikasa frowned, typing an answer.

Why don’t they then?

Ping

Sometimes it’s the professionalism I bring to the table, and then I understand them.

But often it's just a lack of communication

You’d be surprised how many things can be solved if two parties talk to each other.

I usually advise it too, tell them that they could be doing this with someone they love and not me

You undermine your own clientele like this? Mikasa wrote Why would you do that?

A few dollars ain't worth if they could be happier. Then again, not every one of them takes my advice, it's difficult to open up about things like these.

That gave Mikasa a perfect chance to poke at him.

Not for you, apparently :p

Ping

:D true, but I work in the business

The range of things they discussed was wide. Save for her past, which she did not want to talk about, and made it crystal clear too, Mikasa shared a lot. She told him all about her brother and the gym, sent him snaps from her workouts and then typed back angry emojis when he called her sweaty tryhard. His overall ignorance towards something that was a big part of her life did raise a question. Grabbing her phone more firmly, she quickly typed it out.

Haven’t you thought about doing any martial art yourself?

You deff got the figure for it.

A ping later there was an answer.

Bold of you to say that when you never saw me shirtless :P

But nah

I’m a lover, not a fighter

Plus, you’re just trying to recruit me to your gym, aren’t you?

Levi promised you a bonus?

Spill your beans, Ackerman

Damn spammer. Yet Mikasa was smiling again, which made Levi, who just happened to be passing by, groan.

“Don’t you have a client coming?”, he asked.

She shook her head.

“In an hour, I’ve got plenty of time to get cleaned up.”, she made a gesture with her hand, “Now shoo, I’m having a conversation.”

“With Sasha?”

“Huh?”, she looked up, puzzled, “Why would it be Sasha?”

“Cause I never saw you smiling this much before.”

One week turned to two, and suddenly the day of Eren’s show was here. He remained true to his word, never bringing that event up, keeping it completely in her hands, if she wanted to show up or not. Mikasa was uncertain. The mystery pulled her in, she wanted to see these things for herself. Watching it on the internet is one thing, but live show….

All the stories Eren told her only fueled such a flame. He always omitted names and such, for the discretion of his clients, but he didn’t hold back on the details. To be fair, Mikasa did ask for those.

Sasha wasn’t much help in her decision process either, because Mikasa didn’t want to share all the details about Eren yet. She told her friend that the guy from the bar invited her to a strange-looking place, and wanted to know if she should go.

“Did you two fuck?”

Mikasa frowned, realizing that Sasha can’t see her over the phone.

“No Sash, we didn’t. He’s a friend.”

“Oh, okay.”, there was a crack on the other side as she probably munched on another potato chip, “And is he a friend-friend, or friend-you-would-like-to-fuck?”

“Why is that the question?”

Sasha giggled.

“Dunno just wanted to ask.”

“You’re not helping at all….”

“Because it's easy! You either trust that guy and go or don’t trust him, block his number and never see him again. Boom, solved!”

If only it was so simple.

Yet when the day rolled around, Mikasa woke up with a decision in her mind. She’s going to go there. Eren was a great friend, and she was curious about this whole thing. She will be masked, anonymous, and if there is something she won’t like, the door will be there. This raised another question, however, of what does one wear to a BDSM club.

Mikasa, in her vanilla life, did not feel the need to buy anything made of leather or latex and wasn’t about to start now. There was one pair of leather paints she used to own until one day a completely random guy on the street told her that her ass looks really good in them. Mikasa threw those pants right out that evening. Public exposure was something she was NOT looking for. So, she had a small variety to choose from anyway. Mostly jeans, one or two skirts and a single dress that she wore to prom and that probably wouldn’t fit her anymore. Standing in front of the wardrobe, she contemplated calling Sasha again but ultimately decided against it. Mikasa Ackerman is a grown woman. She can choose her own clothes, damn it.

In the end, it was just a simple shirt and jeans combo. She reasoned that it added to her secretiveness, as anyone could wear what she was wearing. Satisfied with her completely basic appearance, she headed for the door, grabbing the keys and popping her head into the kitchen.

“I’m heading out.”, she announced, “Borrowing the car too.”

“Oh? And you tell me now?”, Levi tsked, shaking his head, “Damn brat, you really have no manners. When will you be back?”

“Later, maybe tomorrow. Don’t wait up.”

The words were already forming in Levi’s mouth, but Mikasa spoke faster.

“I’m an adult, so please. Just don’t.”

And, to her surprise, he didn’t.

“Fine. But if there is even a single scratch on the car, I’m taking it out of your paycheck.”

“That’s fair. I’ll see you later then.”

“Later.”, he was already half-turned back towards the Tv, before he added, “Drive safely.”

And that’s how, an hour and a half later, she was standing in front of a completely unassuming building. The door was just like any other, with a small sign and everything, not strange in the slightest. The security guard might have been a bit of a giveaway. He was tall, wide and dressed in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. When Mikasa approached, he sized her up and down.

“I’m afraid that this is a members only club.”, he spoke in low barytone, “Do you have a card?”

“I uhh... I was told that I can come in. I’m a friend of Eren, my name is Mi-…”

The guard raised a hand before she could finish.

“No names, please. We pride ourselves on anonymity.”

Seeing Mikasa nod, he continued.

“Mr. Yeager did tell me that someone might be coming and that I should let them straight in. So I will do just that.”, he stepped aside, “Once you enter, the masks will be to your right, and after choosing one please don’t forget to return it. Enjoy your stay.”

Mumbling her thanks, Mikasa dipped inside, finding herself in a small room. There were the masks, just as the guard said, and another door that led to the club itself. She could hear muted music coming through. First things first, she stepped closer to the selection, casting an inspecting eye over it. There were several types, all possible shapes and sizes form full hoods to tiny eye-masks. After a bit of healthy consideration, she grabbed a black one that covered the upper half of her face, more than enough to remain anonymous. It was not likely that she would meet anyone that knew her anyway, let’s be honest. Masked, ready as ever, curious and wanting to see more, Mikasa took a deep breath and entered the door, stepping right into Eren’s world.

#eremika #fanfic #snk #see you in 2021 #maybeh

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lost-n-stereo · 4 years

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A/N: For anon who prompted me “Hallie+Sunshine”. Have a little 4th of July summer fic :)

and the sparks start flying (like the fourth of july)

She gets invited on a camping trip the first week of June, and when she says an invite she means that she quite literally received an e-vite from Helena through Facebook. There’s a group page and everything, with people RSVP’ing and talking about what alcohol they are going to bring and which campsites around the state are the best.

It’s not surprising to see the usual suspects on the list of people going. If Helena is setting it up that means that Luke is definitely going, since they are engaged and it’s just sort of a given. If Luke’s going then Clark and Jason will tag along with their girlfriends, and if the girls go then all of their friends will too. It’s a bit of a surprise to Allie though when she sees Harry RSVP and she kind of wants to comment on his post about how boat shoes aren’t generally camping attire but it feels shitty and she doesn’t want to be a dick for no reason.

The trip is planned for Fourth of July weekend, which is a little cliché but she doesn’t mind all that much. She orders a new tent off Amazon and an expensive pair of hiking boots because she’s not sure where exactly they are going yet but she feels like she should be prepared for anything. Becca calls her and asks if they should do some bathing suit shopping before the trip and they spend the day trying on different suits and drinking their daily calories in the form of food court smoothies.

It’s one of those rare times that the fourth falls on a weekend, so she takes the Friday before and the Monday after off from work and thanks the gods above that she works with a majority of older people that don’t care about the holiday weekend. They decided on a state park that has campgrounds that will fit all of them, she thinks it’s nearing twenty plus people going at last count, and a giant lake with tons of water sports and activities to do. She heard a rumor that someone rented out the entire stretch of sites on one side of the lake so they wouldn’t be bothered. No one said it was Harry but she can make an educated guess that was his doing.

There’s an honest to god party bus taking a large group of people to the lake but she decides to hitch a ride with Elle instead. The girl has a kick ass Jeep with no doors and it feels good flying down the highway with their camping gear piled high in the back and old school hip hop blaring out of the radio. Elle takes a sharp turn into the campground’s parking lot and Allie laughs as her body jerks out of the open door and her hair flies into her face as they jerk to a stop.

“You’re an absolute maniac,” Allie says on a laugh as they unbuckle their seat belts. “I fucking love it.”

Elle just flashes a grin and gets to work on unloading her tent from the back of the Jeep.

“Need some help?”

Allie rolls her eyes at the sound of Harry’s voice behind her and he’s grinning and eating an apple with a pocket knife when she turns around.

“I think we got it, thanks.”

He just shrugs, throws her a wink before heading over to where a group of people are unloading cases of beer out of the back of someone’s pickup. The parking lot is a madhouse. People are everywhere and Allie wonders in amusement if Helena is currently freaking out because there definitely were not this many RSVP’s in her Facebook group.

As if she conjured up the woman herself, Helena rushes up to Allie with a panicked look on her face. There are people Allie’s never seen falling out of backseats in fits of giggles, girls running around in barely there bikinis and dude-bros in board shorts lining up shots on the tailgate of a truck. It’s like a very cliché music video set to the sound of Post Malone pumping from someone’s car speakers.

“Are you seeing this shit?”

Allie laughs and reaches behind the seat for her backpack. “Yeah, it’s nuts. Who even are all these people?”

“Friends of friends,” Helena says, rolling her eyes as she takes a headcount. “There has to be over fifty people here already. It’s a good thing Harry rented so many campsites otherwise we’d be totally fucked.”

It’s the first confirmation she’s heard of Harry being the party benefactor but it doesn’t surprise her at all. He was always the one throwing giant parties in high school. His parents even rented an entire hotel for their senior prom, not just a banquet hall but the entire fucking thing.

“Let’s just be thankful no families with children will have to be in a tent next to that.” Allie points with her chin to where Lexie is currently pushed up against the side of a Suburban with a guy kissing down the column of her throat. “So much for a low key camping trip, ‘Lena.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Harry says, coming up to them with a Stella bottle hanging between his fingers. She wonders why he’s just randomly popping up when she knows his friends are here somewhere. Allie notices for the first time that he’s wearing flip flops, briefly stunned by the sight of his sort of bare feet. She’s not sure if she’s ever seen this man’s toes in the entire time they’ve known each other. The four years since high school have been good to him but that’s not a surprise. He has unimaginable wealth and a great job on top of that so she’s not shocked that he’s doing so well for himself so soon after graduating.

She went to school for accounting, ended up at a decent firm after graduating where the median age is mid forties, but she’s living in Brooklyn now which she loves and that’s what counts. Last she heard Harry was living in Manhattan but she doesn’t go that way often and someone like him probably wouldn’t be caught dead in her neighborhood.

Not that she cares or anything because what Harry Bingham does with his time has nothing to do with her.

“Better hope you get your deposit back,” Allie quips as she grabs a bottle of water out of her pack. Harry holds up his beer and asks if she wants one of her own. “No, Harry. It’s like nine-thirty in the morning. And don’t even say it’s five o’clock somewhere.”

Harry chuckles and takes a deep pull from the bottle. She shouldn’t think it’s sexy how he licks his lips after but well, it is. He smirks a little like he knows what she’s thinking and she rolls her eyes.

“I wasn’t going to,” he tells her. “I was just going to remind you that it’s Friday, you’re not at work at that stuffy job you go to every day, and it’s a fucking holiday. Enjoy yourself for once, Pressman.”

There’s not an ounce of heat in his words but it still cuts a little because she has fun, thank you very much. She might spend a lot of time in her studio apartment and she may only have a small group of good friends but she’s happy and that’s what matters. Helena just looks between them with her eyebrows raised, as if she’s waiting for world war three to start right there in the parking lot but Allie just shrugs, grabs the beer from his hand and chugs the rest of it before using her thumb to wipe foam from the side of her lip. Her heart pounds a little as Harry tracks the movement with laser focus and then she’s the one smirking, pushing the empty bottle into his chest.

“Looks like you need a refill.”

The absolute shock on his face makes her feel better than it probably should and Helena’s jaw is practically on the floor.

“Well played, Pressman.” Harry tilts his bottle towards her in what may be a show of respect and leaves again without a word.

“What the hell was that?” Helena presses when he’s out of earshot. Allie just shrugs, asks Helena if she’d mind helping her grab her tent out of the back of the Jeep so she can set up camp somewhere.

***

It’s dark when the real crazy stuff starts to happen.

There’s a group of people running around naked because someone thought it would be a good idea to go skinny dipping in a national park. Allie is pretty sure there are supposed to be park rangers patrolling but she supposes it wouldn’t be hard for a certain someone to grease a few palms to keep them away for the night.

Speak of the devil…

“You look like you could use a drink.”

An ice cold White Claw drops into her lap and she gasps, her thighs bare since she’s just in a bikini top and denim cutoffs.

“What in the fuck, Harry!”

He just laughs, drops down beside her in a pair of bright orange board shorts and nothing else. “Just paying you back for that little stunt with my beer this morning.”

Allie rolls her eyes, pops the cap of the cocktail and drinks half of it in one go. “You deserved that. You’re always antagonizing me. Been that way since we were kids.”

“Bullshit,” he says but when she looks at him out of the corner of her eye he’s grinning a little, fingers playing with the string of his shorts. It’s fucking distracting. “Maybe I was flirting.”

Her cheeks heat a little but she knows Harry, has known him practically all her life. Maybe sometimes things he’s done could be considered flirting but that’s only because he flirts with everyone.

“I’m sure,” she says, finishing off the drink and tossing the can into a bin nearby designated for recycling. “Shouldn’t you be over there with your friends?”

“They aren’t as fun to fuck with as you are.”

Allie points at him. “Ah! So you admit you like fucking with me!”

There’s no denying his eyes go a little dark and then she’s wishing that she could take that back because now it just sounds dirty. She’s expecting a dirty comment in return but that’s not at all what she gets.

“Maybe I just like talking to you. Maybe…”

She tilts her head a little when he doesn’t continue. “Maybe what, Harry?”

His teeth scrape across his bottom lip a little as he thinks but then he shakes his head like he’s literally trying to erase a thought from his mind. He stands up abruptly, brushes a little dirt and sand off his board shorts and throws her a casual wink.

“It’s nothing. Have a good night, Al.”

***

She wakes up with the hangover from hell and finds herself cuddled in between Sam and Grizz.

“What the shit?”

Grizz mumbles a little, presses his nose into the back of her neck and she giggles. “Shhh, you’re so comfortable and my brain is heavy.”

It makes no sense at all but she also completely gets it because her brain feels heavy too. It’s hot as fuck in this tent, which she realizes now is not her own. She tries to piece together what happened after Harry left her the night before. Not that she got blackout drunk or anything but she did let Becca and Grizz talk her into Jägerbombs which are never a good idea.

Sam’s eyes blink open and then he smiles and it reminds her of the sleepovers they used to have as kids. She signs, asks him if he wants some coffee and he nods, so she gets up to go find the little brew pot that Helena said she was bringing.

She can see the row of little camp areas stretching all the way down to the end of the lake, each with its own barbecue and campfire area. Every site can fit three or four tents and the one she set her tent up in is shared with Grizz and Sam, Helena and Luke, and Becca. Grizz’s tent is huge with multi rooms and she knows it’s probably because he’s really into spending time outdoors, fishing and camping all over the state. What they are all doing this week borders somewhere on glamping, because she’s almost positive she saw someone set up portable solar panels to run some gaming station and a small television.

There’s a pack of water bottles next to their makeshift “kitchen” by the campfire so she grabs one, empties it into the brew pot and waits for it to get hot so she can make coffee for her and her friends. Most of the campsites are quiet, which makes sense because it’s eight in the morning and the party raged until at least six this morning. When the coffee is ready she brings a cup to Sam, who puts a finger to his lips and nods to Grizz, who’s already passed out again. Allie grins, hands him the cup and signs have a good morning to him before quietly leaving the tent.

“Top of the morning to you, Pressman.”

Harry is helping himself to a cup of coffee from the pot and Allie rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have someone else to bug this morning, Bingham?”

“I like bugging you more,” he says with a smirk and she doesn’t miss the way he doesn’t say maybe like he did the night before. It’s like he’s finally acknowledging the fact that he’s always trying to get under her skin. She used to think it was because he was annoyed by her but after last night she wonders if maybe she was wrong about that. “Cup of coffee?”

Allie huffs and takes it from him. “I made that for me and my friends, if you couldn’t tell.”

Harry puts on a fake pout, which makes his lips look really fucking good and she tries to ignore the little flutter in her stomach when she notices it. “I’m hurt, Al. I thought we were friends?”

“Why are you even up this early?” She asks, ignoring the question of their friendship. It’s not that they aren’t friendly but they aren’t exactly hanging out on weekends either. Which...okay so she knows they are quite literally hanging out on a weekend right now but that doesn’t count. They have just always known each other, from him being in the same class all through school as Cassandra. She remembers one year when they were science partners and he was at their house once a week during the second semester to complete a project. Cassandra had complained about him being lazy and incompetent but Allie knows he put effort into it because she’d sometimes hang out in the kitchen while they worked and he was always putting in his own ideas just to have her sister throw them out. Which, if you know her sister, is par for the course on pretty much everything.

“Work hours,” Harry says with a roll of his eyes. “No matter what I do or how late I stay up the night before I’m always up at sunrise. What about you?”

“Same,” she admits. “I feel like a total bum if I sleep past ten.”

They both laugh and she realizes they are actually having a conversation, even if it’s stupid and doesn’t really mean anything. But he’s not picking on her and she’s not throwing attitude back at his snark and it’s actually sort of nice.

“So I hear we have a busy day this morning,” he says as he lowers himself into a folding chair that’s set up near the unlit campfire. “Helena has planned our day down to the minute, it seems.”

Allie chuckles, pulls up a chair and sets it near him but where she can still see his face. “Sounds like my girl.”

“Actually it’s my girl,” Luke says from behind her and they all laugh. “You made coffee? Allie, you’re a lifesaver.”

When she looks at Harry she sees a little flash of disappointment in his eyes and she can’t help but wonder if it’s because it’s not just the two of them anymore.

She also wonders if the same look of disappointment flashes in her own eyes when Harry gets up, tells them he’s off to get ready for the day, and leaves her and Luke to wake up the rest of their friends.

***

Her feet hurt.

It was Helena’s idea to take a drive up the road to a hiking trail less than ten minutes away from the lake. And while Allie might have remembered to purchase new hiking boots what she forgot to do was break them in before wearing them.

“You look miserable,” Harry comments as they move up the trail, which just seems to go up and up and up. He’s not even breaking a sweat and she sees well worn boots on his feet which surprises her. “When was the last time you went hiking?”

“Um...never?”

Harry chuckles and pulls her to the side, his hand on her arm as he guides her to a large rock just off the path. “Let me help,” he says, kneeling down in front of her and unlacing her boot. Helena passes by, eyebrows high, but Harry just waves her off, tells the group they will catch up.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is far more breathless than she wants it to be but holy shit, Harry Bingham is crouched in front of her, picking up her sore foot delicately and placing it on his knee.

“Helping,” he says simply as he unlaces her boot and works it off her right foot, followed by her sock. After repeating the same steps with her other foot, he places them gently on the ground before standing in front of her. “Lift your legs.”

“Excuse me?” Her face flushes but he just smirks, grabs each foot and places them on his thighs with her knees together.

“You need to elevate your feet,” he explains as he positions her just so. “It’ll work, trust me.”

They probably look ridiculous, him standing in front of her with a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes and his hair a ruffled mess and her perched on a rock with her feet on his legs. But he wasn’t wrong and after a few minutes she can feel the pain lessening by the second.

“How long do I have to do this?”

Harry looks down at his watch. “About fifteen minutes and we’ve been here for eight so get comfortable.”

Allie laughs and tilts her head back. “You’re not sitting on the hardest rock known to man. My bony ass can’t handle this.”

“Your ass isn’t that bony,” he says but it’s not an insult, she can tell. It’s definitely a compliment, and a heated one at that.

“Spend a lot of time checking out my ass, Bingham?”

Harry just shrugs, a little grin playing on his lips as he looks down at her. Her cheeks heat again and she rolls her eyes for something to do because she’s not exactly sure what to say back. The last thing she expected this morning was to be hiking with Harry, who’s apparently some sort of expert, and then have him basically admit to checking her out before.

“We should catch up with everyone,” she says a few minutes later and he checks his watch again, nods and moves her legs carefully so she can put her shoes and socks back on. “Thanks,” she says quietly as she flexes her toes. “That really did help.”

“You should trust me more often.” He puts a hand out for her to grab and she accepts, ignores the little electricity she feels when her skin touches his. It’s hard not to be attracted to someone like Harry, who exudes confidence in everything that he does. And he’s obviously not bad to look at even though he dresses like a future senator eighty percent of the time and wears his cockiness like a badge. He just keeps showing her these little sides of personality that she’s never seen before and frankly, it’s hard to ignore.

They make up time quickly, thanks to Harry’s hiking skills and her mostly refreshed feet. When they reach the others everyone is standing at the top of the little mountain they just climbed, eyes focused on something in the distance.

“What is everyone looking at?” Allie asks no one in particular but stops short with a little gasp when she takes in the view they are all gaping at. The entire lake is visible from their viewpoint, the crystal blue water shimmering in the mid afternoon sun. She can see their side of the lake, with people milling around the sites like little ants. There are boats pulling people on water skis and tons of water crafts making waves for people in floating inner tubes. The lake is surrounded by trees on three sides and Allie thinks it might be one of the most beautiful views she’s ever seen in real life.

“This is breathtaking,” she says, mostly to herself, but then she feels a hand bump hers as Harry steps up next to her.

“It sure is,” he says quietly, his eyes sliding from the view before them to her face and then back again. His pinkie touches the side of her hand just barely and the idea to reach over to hold his hand is sudden and unexpected. She doesn’t do it but she finds that she wants to and that confuses her even more.

***

“Fifty bucks says I can chug this entire bottle of Jack in under a minute!”

Allie rolls her eyes as she passes by a group of guys that she went to high school with, all of them former jocks and not so bright.

“Pretty sure fifty bucks isn’t going to be enough to get your stomach pumped,” she tosses back in their direction before heading towards the campfire that’s currently warming the majority of her friend group.

After the hike they spent the day in the water, swimming and riding around on the Jet Skis that Helena had brought for the weekend. Harry offered to rent a boat to take them out but the boats were all rented out by the time they made it back to the lake.

“Tomorrow then,” he had said, dropping his credit card on the counter and winking at the girl making the reservations. Allie’d rolled her eyes and Harry had just laughed and winked at her too.

It’s hard not to notice that he looks really good right now, sitting by the fire with a bottle of beer hanging from his fingertips, his skin perfectly tanned from being in the sun all day. He’s wearing board shorts again but he finally put a shirt on, a white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It annoys her that he can make anything look good.

The little smile he gives her when she walks up to the fire pit is almost too much to handle.

“Need a drink?” Becca asks, pushing a wine cooler into her hand before she can even answer. Allie laughs, thanks her and lowers herself into a chair that just happens to be next to Harry. He smirks a little around the mouth of his beer but doesn’t comment on where she chose to sit down.

“When do the fireworks start?” She asks Helena, who checks her watch before pointing towards the west of the lake, where there’s no trees and wide open skies.

“They will be over there in about an hour,” she says. “They won’t be super close because they are technically lit in town but we’ll see the show pretty clearly.”

They sit around for the next forty minutes drinking and laughing around the fire. Luke and Clark decide to have a rock skipping competition and Allie laughs as everyone scurries around to find the perfect flat rock to enter. Right before the fireworks are about to start Harry nudges her, leans over so he’s almost whispering in her ear.

“Want to find somewhere quiet to watch the show?”

Everyone around them is either drunk, searching for rocks or both, and no one is paying attention when she nods, stands up and tells him to lead the way.

They walk side by side next to the lake heading away from the party that’s already raging despite the fact that it’s barely ten at night. Allie practically chokes when they pass a couple full on having sex against a tree and Harry laughs, steers them away from the obnoxious moaning and towards an empty spot on the beach.

“I should have bought a blanket,” he complains as he settles in the sand and Allie smiles as she drops down next to him.

“A little sand never hurt anyone. Don’t be a baby.” He quirks an eyebrow at her and she giggles, which she only does when she’s this side of perfectly drunk.

Harry is quiet as he pulls his knees up and sits with his arms dangling in between them. “You’ve been different today,” he says so softly she can barely hear him. “More like you used to be.”

“What does that mean?” She’s sitting cross legged and stays that way as she turns so she’s facing him. He just shrugs which makes her roll her eyes. “You’ve been different too.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and she nods. “How so?”

She snorts, leans back on her hands which makes her knees touch the side of his leg. “If you’re not going to tell me, why should I tell you?”

“What are we, twelve?” He says on a laugh and she shrugs, giving him a dose of his own medicine. He sighs, like it’s a total inconvenience to explain something that he started anyways. “You were fun. Carefree.”

“It was a good day,” she says and he nods. “And you were flirting with me, which is new.” It’s a bold statement because maybe he wasn’t, maybe it was just like all the other times when he was flirty because he’s Harry Bingham and that’s just how he is. He charms, it’s in his DNA.

Harry scoffs a little and shakes his head like she’s missing something. “Me flirting with you is not new, Allie.”

The way he says her name does something to her, the way she can see his tongue when his mouth forms the word. They aren’t saying anything, just staring at each other when the first boom of fireworks sounds off overhead. Neither of them startle or even really acknowledge the show going off above them. She likes the way the colors flash across his face, bright blue and neon pink, and before she realizes what’s happening he’s leaning forward, pressing his lips against hers quickly in a surprisingly gentle and innocent kiss.

He pulls away first, rests his forehead on hers with a little smile playing on his face.

“What was that?” The words are practically whispered, breath feather light over almost touching lips.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t go to kiss her again, just smiles softly before pulling away.

Allie smiles too and pulls away, rests her hands behind her in the sand and settles in to watch the show.

***

“Where did you run off to last night?”

The campsites are stirring the next morning with activity as everyone wakes up after the sun is high and the weather is warm. Helena is sitting by the campfire, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.

“I went for a walk,” Allie says carefully, not sure if she should say anything about what happened with Harry or not. They only shared one little kiss, and while it was wildly romantic with the fireworks sounding off above them, she’s not quite sure where they go from here. “What are you up to?”

Helena holds up her phone. “Trying to secure our boat for the day online. Harry already gave his credit card information to the rental place, I’m on hold.”

It’s then that Allie can hear the hold music playing quietly from Helena’s phone which is on speaker mode. Allie snorts when she recognizes the song, some piano version of a top 40 hit, and pours herself a cup of coffee.

A few minutes later a woman’s voice comes over the line, letting Helena know that she’s secured a boat for them that they can pick up in an hour. Helena thanks the woman and ends the call, stands up and wipes sand from the back of her shorts.

“This place is too fucking sandy,” she says and Allie laughs into her coffee mug. “I’m going to start rounding up the usual suspects. You’re in, right?”

Allie nods. “Definitely. I’ll get ready and meet you back here at ten.”

She finishes up her drink and heads to her tent to get ready for the day. There are two options for swimming suits, the one she wore yesterday which was bright blue and white, perfect for the fourth. But she decides on the flashier suit she’d purchased just because it was beautiful in the store and she couldn’t help herself. She slides on a pair of denim shorts and throws a sun hat on for good measure. She’s just finished applying sunscreen when a throat clearing at the tent’s entrance makes her jump.

“Jesus, Allie.”

Harry is standing there, one fist up to his mouth as he takes her in from head to toe. And now she knows this bathing suit was worth the price tag because he’s looking at her like he never has before.

“That suit..”

Allie laughs quietly and looks down at the top, a white ruffled halter top embellished with gold jewels that sit right under her breasts. There’s an additional piece connected to the bottoms that wraps around her middle that is purely for show, the gold jewels trailing down her stomach to meet the top of her shorts. With her recently tanned skin the stark white of the suit pops, making her look even more sunkissed.

“You like?” She asks with a cocked eyebrow and Harry nods slowly as he takes her in.

He looks around outside quickly before stepping into her tent. “That is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says when he’s right in front of her. She inhales sharply when he gently touches the jeweled piece on her tummy. He’s making her feel all kinds of things and he’s not even touching her skin.

“I’m glad you like it,” she says breathlessly and it makes him smile. Feeling a little bold she pushes up closer to him, leans up so she can whisper in his ear. “Wait until you see the rest of it.”

Harry lets out a little groan that makes her giggle as she pushes past him. She’s not exactly sure why she’s being so bold, or flirty at all for that matter, but it’s like their kiss from the night before has unlocked something she didn’t really know how to admit before.

She sort of likes him.

Half an hour later she’s got a beer in her hand as the boat floats lazily along the lake. It was big enough for a fairly large group of people and they are everywhere, laughing and drinking like it’s not before noon on a Sunday. Helena and Luke are talking quietly and kissing in a corner and Allie finds herself wishing for the first time in a long time that she had someone in her life to giggle and kiss whenever she wanted.

“They are disgustingly in love, don’t you think?”

Harry chooses that moment to drop down beside her, his chin nodding towards the engaged couple.

“I think it’s sweet,” Allie says, her eyes taking in Harry’s board shorts and bare chest. A pair of Ray Bans cover his eyes as he lays down in the lounge chair next to hers and gets comfortable. He rests his phone face down on his stomach and Allie snorts. “You’re going to get a weird tan if you leave that there.”

Harry just smirks and glances at her suit. “You’re one to talk, Pressman”

Allie just shakes her head with a laugh. “I lathered myself up in sunscreen before we left. I think I’ll be okay.”

Harry shifts in his chair and gives her a heated look. “I know, I saw.”

She remembers him coming in after she put on her sunscreen, wonders how long he was standing there before he cleared his throat.

“Perv,” she says with a smile to show him she’s not mad and he laughs, a bright and loud sound that makes a few people look their way.

They spend the day eating, drinking and playing in the lake. By the time they dock she’s perfectly buzzed, warmed by the setting sun and the margaritas Elle made for the girls on the boat.

“Let’s party!” Clark yells as he jumps into the sand and Allie rolls her eyes as everyone cheers as if that’s not what they’ve been doing all day. But it is their last night here so she follows her tipsy friends through the campsites until they arrive back at hers, which is apparently party central tonight.

Someone turns on music and Billie Eilish starts playing, a thumping bass beat that has everyone up and dancing around the now lit campfire. Elle stumbles up to her, a wide grin splitting her face, and Allie knows the girl is definitely tequila wasted right now which means she’s probably feeling on top of the world.

“Dance with me!”

Allie laughs and lets Elle pull her into the crowd of people dancing to “Bad Guy” like it hasn’t been on the radio for the past two summers. She turns when she feels eyes on her, sees Harry sitting on the tailgate of Luke’s truck. His eyes are following her every move, and he doesn’t look away as he takes a pull from the long neck bottle in his hands. Even from this far away she can feel her skin heat when he licks his lips, eyes fixed on her like he doesn’t see anyone else.

“Dude, I think Harry likes you!” Elle yells over the music and Allie stills, tears her eyes away from him to face her friend.

“What makes you say that?”

Elle shrugs, which looks ridiculous because she’s drunk dancing all over the place. “He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we got here. Go talk to him.”

Allie pales, looks around to see if anyone is listening to this conversation. It’s not that she really cares what anyone thinks, and he has been flirting with her more than usual. But he’s a known womanizer and it honestly scares her a little to think that maybe this is just the norm for him. Flirting with a girl until he gets what he wants and where will she be then? In a surprisingly sober move Elle puts her hands on Allie’s shoulders and looks her in the eye.

“Stop being afraid, Al.”

Allie takes a deep breath and nods, stands up taller and squares her shoulders back as she heads to where Harry’s sitting.

His eyebrows go up a little in surprise when she stops right in front of him, practically standing in between where his legs are open and dangling off the tailgate.

“What are we doing, Harry? You kiss me last night and then never mention it, and now you’re watching me like…”

“Like what?” He asks when she doesn’t finish her sentence and she melts a little at the deep and husky tone of his voice. “Tell me, Allie.”

“Like you want to do it again and never stop.”

He lets out a little breath of surprise as she steps in between his legs and leans up to kiss him. When he doesn’t immediately return the kiss she sort of panics but then he’s sliding down off the tailgate and pulling her into his arms to deepen the kiss. It’s not like the sweet kiss from the night before, it’s raw and full of emotion, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip until she’s weak in the knees.

There are hoots and hollers around them as he continues to kiss her but she doesn’t care. Maybe it’s the faint tequila buzz she’s still feeling or maybe it’s just how drunk she’s getting off this kiss, the taste of expensive beer on Harry’s lips as he sips at her lips her right there in front of their friends.

“Maybe we should rejoin the party,” he murmurs against her lips several minutes later and she smiles, reaches for his hand and pulls him in the direction of his tent one campsite over.

“Maybe we should have our own?”

He practically growls in agreement and follows behind her as she makes her way through the crowd. Elle winks her as they pass and Allie just grins, turns around to see Harry’s eyes lit up with alcohol and want, as they make their way over to his tent.

***

The lake is quiet when she steps down to the shore the next morning. It’s still early, everyone getting some much needed rest after the debauchery of the night before. Even from Harry’s tent, where they spent the night making out (plus a little more) and talking until neither could keep their eyes open, they could hear the party raging from the next campsite over.

“Morning, Pressman.”

Allie smiles when Harry comes up behind her, puts his arms around her waist and drops a kiss to her temple. “Good morning to you too.”

“I didn’t like waking up alone,” he admits quietly. “I fell asleep with you in my arms, kinda wanted to wake up like that too.”

The sentiment is sweet and it makes her heart beat furiously in her chest. “What happens next, Harry?”

He kisses her cheek. “What do you mean?”

Allie sighs, turns around in his arms so she can look up at him. “I mean, we’re on vacation. This weekend has been fun but what happens in two hours when it ends?”

“Then we don’t let it end,” he says simply. “You swear like Brooklyn and Manhattan are two separate planets. We can do this, Allie. I want to.”

She inhales sharply, surprised by how earnest his words are. “You do?”

Harry rolls his eyes a little and chuckles. “Allie, I’ve liked you since high school. This shouldn’t be such a shock.”

“I didn’t know,” she says but maybe she just missed it. Maybe all the flirting, every time he randomly joined in a conversation, maybe it wasn’t him being a womanizer. Maybe he really did just like her. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Honestly?” He asks and she rolls her eyes as if to say duh. “It just never felt like the right time. You were younger, your sister hated me. One of us was always dating someone else. And then life, you know?”

She nods because she does know. “Well I’m glad you told me now. But I do have issue with one thing that you said.”

His eyebrows dip together. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Allie smiles as she leans up to kiss him. “Manhattan and Brooklyn are like two different planets.”

Harry laughs and wraps his arms around her, dropping kisses from her mouth to her shoulder and then back up again.

“Guess we’ll just have to compromise,” he says, turning her around so they can watch the sun shine on the still water of the lake. “Some nights at my place, some nights at yours.”

“Sounds perfect.”

She settles back into his arms, enjoying the way the sun warms her face as it rises high in the sky, welcoming the new day.

#hallie #hallie fanfiction #harry and allie #harry bingham #allie pressman #fanfic

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princessfootinmouth · 3 years

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Rejected Sketch I Love: “Galaxy Bowling”

INT. LIVING ROOM, NIGHT.

A mother and her two adult children sit around a table.

MOTHER Well, kids, today is 15 years since your father went up into the Catskill mountains and disappeared. Do either of you have anything to say, you know, to remember him?

DAUGHTER He always gave the best hugs.

SON And he threw a killer curve ball.

MOTHER And he made love like a maniac.

DAUGHTER (Sympathetically) We know, Mom. You must miss him.

Weird UFO sounds go off.

DAUGHTER (CONT’D) Woah! What’s that?!

SON Oh god, the light is blinding me!

MOTHER WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Pop! DAD appears.

DAD Hey guys.

SON ... Dad?

DAD Yeah. Wow, you guys look huge — you go through puberty in the last 8 hours?

DAUGHTER Eight hours? Dad it’s been fifteen years! Where have you been!?

DAD Oh yeah, I got straight-up abducted by aliens.

MOTHER Oh my god. What did they do to you? Where did they take you??

DAD Bowling.

MOTHER ... What?

DAD Yeah, they beamed me up into their UFO and took me galaxy bowling.

DAUGHTER ... like in the cosmos?

DAD No, like in Chester at the bowling alley right next to Destinta Cinemas. We bought a few rounds of beer, a couple baskets of hot wings, and I scored like five strikes in a row. They were pretty chill actually! Then I was so hammered they said I shouldn’t drive home so they were gonna drop me off. Now here I am. AND YOU ARE ALL SO OLD.

SON So are you! You’ve got a big long beard and your hair is totally gray.

DAD Okay now you’re just fucking with me — woah, where did this beard come from?

DAUGHTER So they didn’t do experiments on you?

DAD Nah, we were just bowling. I’ll take you next time.

DAUGHTER I can’t believe you go missing for fifteen years and the whole time you were in fucking Chester, New York?

DAD Yeah, it was super fun!

SON You missed my graduation!

DAUGHTER You missed my prom!

MOTHER And you missed my sexual peak! Doesn’t any of this mean anything to you?

DAD I mean, I don’t know! Kids... honey... I went hiking that day to get away from the grind of responsibility. You know, maybe I wasn’t ready to be a Dad. Then I got abducted by the raddest aliens. I had no idea I was going to miss so much.

DAUGHTER Would you say you have a renewed sense of appreciation for your family?

DAD Yeah, probably. What can I do to show how sorry I am for missing so many milestones while I was bowling somewhere in upstate New York?

MOTHER I don’t know that there’s anything you can do.

DAD What if I told you I brought you the bowling alley’s famous $3 hot wings?

ALL ALRIGHT!

ANNOUNCER The Bowling Alley in Chester New York, off of exit 16. Out of this world hot wings for $3.

#comedy #comedy writer #comedywriter #sketch #sketch comedy #sketch comedian #comedian #bowling #galaxy bowling #aliens #ufo #aliens and ufos

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weeb-alcove · 3 years

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2019 English Playlist

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL77pv5URcE8b4_k9_GQYZoQYz_HhRDP2D

In English:

“99″ - Barns Courtney

10ft - Eileen Yo

5 Seconds of Summer Babylon Easier Lie to Me Teeth

88rising History Midsummer Madness ♪ from their album Head in the Clouds II ♬ Breathe I Love You 3000 II Indigo Strange Land These Nights

Affection - Between Friends

Aftertaste - Whethan

Ain’t Goin Back - Russ

Alan Walker Are You Lonely Different World Do It All for You Lily On My Way Play

All Fall Down - Johnny Glenn & Ally Hills & Just Juice

All Over Again (remix) - Lost You & Michael Moawad

Another Summer Night Without You - Alexander 23

Aphrodite - Rini

Ariana Grande Esta Noche ♪ from her album thank u, next ♬ bloodline in my head NASA

Arms Around You - XXXTentacion & Swae Lee & Lil Pump

Ava Max Freaking Me Out (Bingo Players remix) Not Your Barbie Girl So Am I

Bae - Trevor Wesley

Bars and Melody Lighthouse (Dave Winnel remix) Waiting for the Sun

Bazzi Caught in the Fire Focus Mine Myself No Way!

Beat of My Drum - Powers

Benee Evil Spider Find an Island Glitter Monsta Want Me Back Wishful Thinking

Better Not - Louis the Child

Big Sean Berzerk Single Again

Billie Eilish everything i wanted When I Was Older ♪ from her album WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? ♬ 8 bad guy bury a friend ilomilo my strange addiction wish you were gay xanny

Birthday Party - AJR

Break Your Heart - Taio Cruz

broken - lovelytheband

Caffeine and Dopamine - Keepitinside

Camila Cabello Find U Again Señorita ♪ from her album Romance ♬ Bad Kind of Butterflies Liar My Oh My Shameless Should’ve Said It

Cardi B Money Please Me

Catch Feelings - Henry Young & Zachary

Céline - Gallant

Cemetery - Coin

Chanel - Frank Ocean

Chase - Aaron Carpenter

Cherry Cola - Kuwada

Cigarette - offonoff & Tablo & MISO

Clairo Sofia Throwaway

Close to Me - Ellie Goulding & Diplo & Swae Lee

Cold - Boy In Space & unheard

Come My Way - Plvtinum

Conan Gray Generation Why Greek God Maniac The King

Creep - Radiohead (GAMPER remix & Dadoni & Ember Island)

Crush - Lucian & Tiffany Day

Crying My Eyes Out - Stephen Puth

Crystal Dolphin - Engelwood

Dangerous Love - Justice Carradine

David Guetta Better When You’re Gone Blame It on Love

Daya Insomnia Left Me Yet Wanted

Don’t Be Gone Too Long - Chris Brown

Don’t Lie to Me - Lena

Don’t Start Now - Dua Lipa

Eric Nam ♪ from his album Before We Begin ♬ Congratulations Love Die Young

Everything - TobyMac

Eyes Wide Shut - Glades

Falling - Trevor Daniel

Fine - Rufus

Finneas I Don’t Miss You at All Let’s Fall in Love for the Night

Fitz and the Tantrums Hand Clap Out of My League

Flower - Johnny Stimson

Friends - Feyde

Funeral - Miguel

G-Eazy 1942 Nadie Como Tu

Get Away - Ed Black

Giants - Becky G & Keke Palmer & Soyeon & Duckwrth & Thutmose

Glass Animals Life Itself The Other Side of Paradise

Greyson Chance Boots Shut Up

Halsey Eastside Graveyard

Heart in Tokyo - Good Gasoline

Heartstrings - STVN & Jenna Carlie

Her - Alex Aiono

Hey Violet Better by Myself Queen of the Night

High School - Umi

Hometown Smile - Bahjat

Honne Crying Over You Day 1

How Do You Sleep? - Sam Smith

IDK - Bruce Wiegner

I Fall in Like Too Easily - Ashton Arbab

I Feel Love - Suggi

If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes

If You Need Me - Julia Michaels

If You’re Over Me - Years & Years

I Heart You - Baby Ariel

I’ll Be There - King Henry & Sasha Sloan

ILYA - Fly By Midnight

In Betweenin’ - Austin Brown

Indiana Massara Apology Smoke in My Eyes

i think i love you (but i dont like you) - push baby

It’s Not You It’s Me - 6LACK & Bea Miller

Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar

Jaymes Young Infinity Northern Lights

Joji Sanctuary Test Drive Yeah Right

Jonas Brothers Only Human Sucker

Juliet - Sebastian Javier

June - Sage Charmaine

Just My Luck - Tia Ray & Kehlani

Kailee Morgue Go to Sleep Headcase

Katy Perry 365 Harleys in Hawaii

Kiss Me Thru the Phone - Soulja Boy

Lalala - Y2K, bbno$

Last Hurrah - Bebe Rexha

Lauv Drugs & the Internet I’m So Tired

Lava Lamp - Dandi

Left to Right - Marteen

Lennon Stella La Di Da Polaroid Workin’ on It

Lifeguard - iamnotshane

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Love Me Wrong - Allie X & Troye Sivan

Love You Like That - Dagny

Madison Beer Fools Hurts Like Hell

Maggie Lindemann Friends Go Would I

MAGIC! Girl at Coachella Lay You Down Easy

Make You Mine - Public

Mango Love - Shawn Wasabi & SATICA

Mask - joe.k

MAX Love Me Less One Two Things Worship

Middle of the Night - Monsta X

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

MØ Blur Don’t Leave Kamikaze Nostalgia On & On Red Wine

Mona Lisa - Valntn & Peter Fenn

mxmtoon Blame Game Prom Dress

My Family - Karol G & Migos & Rock Mafia & Snoop Dogg

Nobody - Emilee

No Sleep - Martin Garrix & Bonn

Nostalgia - The Beamish Brothers

NOTD Keep You Mine Romantic (NOTD remix) So Close

Ocean Man - Ween

October - Alessia Cara

Oh Wonder I Wish I Never Met You Super Love

Only You - Cheat Codes & Little Mix

On the Low - Justin Park

Pardon Me - Dion

Permission - New Hope Club

Pharmacy - Isaac Dunbar

Pink - No Rome

Post Malone ♪ from his album Hollywood’s Bleeding ♬ A Thousand Bad Times Circles Die for Me Goodbyes Take What You Want

PRETTYMUCH Blind Solita

Quinn XCII U & Us Wayback (remix)

R3HAB All Comes Back To You Don’t Give Up on Me Now Lullaby This Is How We Party

Raincoat - Kieron Lee & Chloe Ho

Rebels - Ivy Adara

Red Sippy Cup - Ellis G & Tristen the God

Rei Brown Picture Frames Real Love

Rescue Me - OneRepublic

Right Now - Nick Jonas & Robin Schulz

Rolex - Ayo & Teo

Roots - Galantis & Valerie Broussard

Roxanne - Arizona Zervas

Ruel Free Time Real Thing Younger

Say It to My Face - Maty Noyes

Selena Gomez Bad Liar I Can’t Get Enough

Sick Thoughts - Lewis Blissett

Skeletons - keshi

Speechless - Dan + Shay

Stay Home - Faye Risakotta

Sugarplum Elegy - Niki

Summer Love - Hyu

Summer Time High Time - Cuco & J-Kwe$t

Summertime in Paris - Jaden & Willow

Suncity - Khalid & Empress Of

Superfruit - Maude Latour

Sweet Little Lies - bülow

Swimming in Your Feelings - Haven

Talking Loud - Jennifer Zhang

Tell Me - Mika-Intersection

tell me how you rly feel - adam&steve & Lostboycrow

Tessa Violet Bad Ideas Crush

Thank You - Junny

The Chainsmokers Family Kills You Slowly Takeaway

The Vamps All Night All the Lies Can We Dance Just My Type Middle of the Night Missing You Somebody to You We Don’t Care

Think About Me - dvsn

Tired - Jasmine Sokko

Tomorrow Tonight - Loote

Virtual Reality - ieuan

Waste My Time - Grace VanderWaal

Why Don’t We Come to Brazil I Don’t Belong in This Club I Still Do Mad At You Unbelievable What Am I (Casualkimono remix)

Why Don’t We - Austin Mahone

Why Haven’t I Met You? - Cameron Dallas

Woke Up Late - Drax Project & Hailee Steinfield

Yellow Hearts - Ant Saunders

Yoandri All the Way Bravo Cherry on Top It’ll Be Ok Only You

You & Me - Marc E. Bassy

You Got Issues - spring gang & Amaranthine

Young the Giant Apartment Cough Syrup

Zayn Rumors There You Are

In French:

Tous Les Mêmes - Stromae

In Spanish:

Rebeca - Mc Livinho & Gerex & Maejor

Teléfono - Aitana (remix with Lele Pons)

Electronic:

Monster Gambling in Tokyo - Idealism

Sorry I Like You - Burbank

Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

#music #2019 #english

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stonyiscanon · 4 years

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Milkshakes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) CAFÉ AU

Notes: okay but busboy! Bucky makes me want to drown thank you very much. To the person who commented that I should do a Bucky fic, thanks lol, I hope I did okay, this is my first Bucky fic *cue gasp*

Warnings: angst if you squint, insecure! Bucky, oh no! a few bucks in the swear jar, SHITTY WRITING LET’S GO

Words: 4.0k

Summary: The evolution of Bucky’s relationship with you over time.

You come into this café Bucky works in every day. It’s only now that Bucky’s worked up the courage to take your order. (The Avengers working in a café, that should be enough for you to read this.)

WE LOVE A GOOD STRANGERS TO BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE

Bucky clocks into Sugar & Spice, the café he’s been working at since he had started high school with his best friend and roommate Steve, every morning at 7:45, since they open at 8. Well, he’s really supposed to clock in at 7:30, but he can’t be bothered to wake up that early. So, when he comes in, all the staff are already getting ready for the day.

Normally Clint and Thor are together doing something stupid, (Bucky doesn’t know how they’re not fired yet), whilst Steve frantically tries to fix whatever the hell they inevitably broke. (This morning, it was a kettle the staff uses to make tea.) Natasha is always calmly wiping down the counters, and it’s all accompanied by Tony screaming at them to do work with shitty café music playing, as Sam and Wanda sings terribly from the kitchen while cooking up their breakfast menu of the day.

Even though he’d never admit it, Bucky loves this place and the dim yellow lighting everyone’s always complaining about. He takes a deep breath and smells the mixture of everyone’s morning coffee, Tony’s obnoxious cologne, and Sam’s infamous breakfast pancakes everyone came to the café for, and he smiles. He’s home, after all.

That smile lasts for about three seconds before Bruce yells something about Bucky being late. So, he claps Steve on the back, hastily ties his apron on, and whizzes around the room, setting cutlery and jugs of water down, getting ready for the breakfast regulars.

Every day at the café is pretty much the same. Everyone universally refers it as ‘The Cafe’, since everybody knows that Sugar & Spice is a dumb name. The morning goes by rather quickly, it’s his turn to deal with annoying customers every other day, pretty much all the same people come around, and the part-timers, Peter and Shuri, comes at around 3, by the time school ends for them.

So Bucky knows exactly what he’s doing on the dot. By 8:30, the café is pretty much packed with early risers. Pepper, Tony’s wife, drops in for a break from her morning jog to say hi, and sometimes she’ll have a coffee, but she’s always out by 9. Stephen Strange and T’Challa are both morning regulars, and Bucky knows their order by heart, and he always has them ready before they even get to the café. They’re both lame as fuck anyway, getting black coffee, a plain croissant and reading the papers every morning.

Why you would have a croissant without chocolate, Bucky will never understand.

Around 10-ish, the people who drank too much last night will usually come in for Nat’s hangover cure in a cup. Except nobody really asks what’s in it, because nobody really wants to know. Bucky tries to ignore the fact that this café attracts a ton of alcoholics. Usually Peter Quill comes around now, more often than not because he got too drunk last night, and Thor always takes his order. (Just to spite him, since Peter clearly hates Thor for being perfect.)

The rest of the day goes by really fast too, and before he knows it, Bucky’s saying his goodbyes at around 9pm, with Steve, and they both go home on their bikes.

The only thing Bucky’s never sure about is you. You’ve been coming to the café for maybe around half a year now, sometimes just for a drink, a coffee in the morning. Sometimes you’ll drop by during lunch, grabbing a sandwich and running out quickly. Bucky doesn’t know why you leave so soon during lunch. Probably work. Sometimes you’ll drop by after a long day and you’ll have a drink with Nat. You don’t come with friends very often, but sometimes you do, bringing them along for dinner, usually.

In the winter, you’ll come in shivering, bundled up in massive coats and scarves, and getting a hot chocolate. Every time that happens, Bucky physically swoons.

No matter what, you always take a seat at the bar with the high chairs that are almost annoyingly too squeaky that everyone complains about, even though no one actually can be bothered to fix it. You’ll laugh with Nat, as she’s usually at the bar, preparing drinks, and Steve will often take your order. To be quite honest, Bucky pretty much knows nothing about you, but here are the things he does know.

He knows your name is Y/N, since apparently, everyone else is pretty close with you. Guess that’s what happens when you come into a place daily for two years. He knows all your usual orders by heart, even though he’s never the one to take your order, since he’ll force Steve to do it every time. He knows you’re funny, sweet, kind and charming.

He also knows that looking at you makes him act like he’s a fucking sixteen-year-old on prom night and he hates it. Whatever happened to the charming, sweet, womanizer Bucky Barnes? Down the fucking drain, that’s for sure. For two years, he’s tried to approach you and talk to you. And for two years, Steve has called him a coward. Bucky doesn’t know what washes over him when he sees you. He’s normally great with the ladies, if he does say so himself.

But every time you come into the café, whether it be in the morning, afternoon, or night, his heart jumps and his mouth freezes and he can’t do anything but stare at you as all the other staff members greet you with a smile.

He hates it so much.

So, this morning, when he clocks in, and doesn’t hear his stupid friends freaking out as usual, he knows something’s up. Everyone grins at him like they know something he doesn’t and Bucky has to touch his forehead, wondering if they drew something on his face without him knowing again.

“What is it?” He asks, looking at everyone suspiciously.

“Guys, what did you do? I swear, if I go over to my apron to find that Tony drew dicks all over it, I will kill all of you in your sleep.” It’s kind of sad how no one reacted to what he said. Bucky decides that he probably threatens people too much.

Everyone smiles at him again, going back to work, and in two seconds, the whole café is back to normal, topping it off with Sam screaming his horrible rendition of Marvin Gaye in the kitchen.

They clearly had been talking about him before he came into the café. Boy, Bucky was really regretting sleeping in now. He marched over to Steve, and hissed in his ear.

“What the fuck is going on? If this is a stupid prank I swear to God, Steve--”

Steve smiles weirdly, and he sighs, saying, “Go back to work, Buck, you’re imagining things.” Steve is almost too much of a good person, and how bad he is at lying makes Bucky wince, because it’s way too obvious that he’s not telling the truth. The bead of sweat trailing down from his temple gives it all away.

So Bucky sighs, deciding to torture the information out of his friends later, and get to work. Everything seems to be in order, and he almost forgets the events of that morning, all up until three o’ clock, when Shuri and Peter come in, and even they seem odd. Peter’s maniacally grinning about twice as much as he normally does, which is alarming, because nobody ever knew that lips had the capability to even stretch that far.

At five forty-five, there’s a slight ring from the door that Bucky doesn’t notice. Everyone else does, though. Clint almost pushes Bucky to the front cashier, and yells out some sort of excuse that Bucky can’t hear and Clint speeds off into the kitchen. Steve runs to the staff bathroom, yelling something about really needing to go, and Nat almost flings the wet towel she was using onto the counter with the high chairs, and yells to Bucky that she needs a drink, and asks him whether he would clean up while she was gone.

Begrudgingly, he agrees and extremely confused, he turns around to see which customer he had to seat only to see you standing there, bundled up in a scarf with a soft smile on your face.

Oh, those fuckers.

Swallowing his fear, Bucky attempted to speak up, you know, bring on the usual Barnes charm, but he probably looked more like a frog, opening his mouth like he was gaping.

“Are you alright?” You asked, seemingly worried, because of course you are, Bucky thinks, how fucking adorable.

“I don’t think I’ve spoken to you before, but I’m a regular here.” You smile, and introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N.” You peeked at his nametag, and smiled, holding out your hand.

“Hi, James.”

“Bucky.” He flashes a smile, hoping he doesn’t look as terrified as he is on the inside. “Call me Bucky, doll.” He reaches out and grabs your hand and almost melts. Damnit, how gorgeous. Yeah, that confidence didn’t last very long when you moved forward and sat at your usual spot, and Bucky tripped over his own feet following you.

Shuri throws a towel at his face and gestures to the counter you were sitting at.

‘Clean.’ She mouths, and Bucky’s so very tempted to throw it back to her, but he stalks over to your chair and starts to wipe the countertop, awkwardly averting his eyes from you and the counter, thinking of all the ways he could kill his co-workers after this.

“Are you new?” You ask, completely oblivious to how weird the Café was today. Bucky noticed though, and he glared at all his friends, who were hiding behind the kitchen door, spying on them.

Bucky suddenly realized why Steve wanted to watch The Parent Trap yesterday night.

“No, I’m not. I guess we’ve just never met before.” Bucky’s heart stops when you smile at him, and his body releases tension that he didn’t know he was holding in his muscles. Deep breaths, Buck. He thought to himself.

He flashes a sharp smile at you as you look up from the menu.

“Yeah, Probably. Nat or Steve usually takes my order, but I thought I knew everyone who worked here. You do seem familiar, though.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, with a nervous look on his face. “You seem familiar too.” He can almost hear the entire staff face-palming behind him, but he desperately attempts to ignore them.

“What milkshake flavors are there? I’ve been coming here so long, for some reason I’ve never sat down and had a milkshake.” It takes Bucky a full five seconds for him to tear his eyes from your face and realize you had asked him a question.

“Chocolate, vanilla, caramel and strawberry.”

You groan, pouting a little bit, and Bucky can’t decide whether his heart just broke because of you showing any sign of sadness or just how goddamn adorable you were.

“I can’t decide,” You say, still pouting. Bucky’s about to suggest Vanilla, since that’s his personal favorite, but you speak up again. “Is there any possible way you can just take all the milkshake flavors and put it in one cup with a straw?”

Bucky breaks out a smile. He knew there was a reason he liked you so much.

“Sure, doll. Is that it?” You nod, smiling at him. That smile. Bucky spent a minute behind the kitchen doors with a goofy smile on his face until Natasha slapped him and told him to get his shit together.

“I guess we’ve just never met before” Tony says mockingly, popping out of nowhere and laughing his ass off. Sam shoots him a toothy grin.

“Oh, yeah, doll. There’s that infamous Barnes charm, huh?”

If Sam Wilson and Tony Stark ended up dead the next morning, Bucky definitely didn’t have anything to do with it. Peter Parker, a ‘literal angel child’ according to Tony, says something sweet about how you seemed really into him, but Bucky pays no attention to him. He’s more focused on how he’s so whipped for this girl he doesn’t even know, that a fucking fifteen-year-old is expressing sympathy towards him.

He sighs, scooping a small scoop of every single ice cream the café had and dropping it in a blender. Maybe tomorrow he’d be less awkward.

He didn’t get more comfortable the next day. Bucky actually somehow managed to trip over your shoes when you came in for lunch, and landed on Steve, also effectively covering himself in the spaghetti Steve was holding, all while Clint and Thor laughs their asses off about it as he’s wiping spaghetti away from his eyes.

You giggle, but only for a second, as you help him up and pluck away a few pieces of spaghetti in his hair that was sticking out.

“You’ve never looked better.” You tease, a playful smile gracing your lips.

Bucky decides that being covered in spaghetti wasn’t the absolute worst thing after all. Well, until he finds out Tony filmed the whole thing and posted it on YouTube where it already accumulated over three thousand views before Bucky persuaded (read: forced) Tony to take it down.

Bucky does, however, get more comfortable around you over time. The week after the spaghetti incident, he cracks some joke about Nat that he can’t even remember anymore. The only thing he remembered was how damn melodic your laugh sounded. Were those stars in your eyes?

Jesus Christ, he was whipped. The entire café watched every single day as Bucky scrambled to take your order with that goofy smile on his face. You both exchange numbers after you complained that you only got to see him when you were at the café, and ever since, Bucky checks his phone periodically every 10 minutes, just in case you send something he doesn’t want to miss.

You start traditions like every other Friday was a movie night, and every Tuesday was a takeout board game night. You slowly wormed your way into his life and Bucky would be a liar if he said he didn’t love it.

“Bucky!” You squeal as he throws the leftover popcorn kernels from the bowl at you.

“You asshole! I’m going to have to vacuum this later!” The long forgotten movie about a superhero named Eagle or something was playing in the background, but Bucky had already stopped paying attention to that a while ago.

Watching you watch a movie was quite possible the most entertaining thing Bucky’s ever seen. Sometimes you would get so entranced, you’d shove popcorn in your mouth and miss, leaving some popcorn bits on your nose and the rest falling in your lap.

Bucky smiles, and he doesn’t know it, but this was the start of your forever.

“Oh my god,” Steve says in-between laughs and his seventh beer one night at some random bar they stumbled into.

“You’re falling deep, Buck.” Even drunk Bucky, who had already consumed God knows how many cans of beer, tried to deny it.

“Of course not!” He says, but Bucky has a sinking feeling in his gut and he can’t decide whether that’s a good or bad thing.

He misses Steve and Nat exchanging knowing looks every time you come to sit down for another every-flavor milkshake. Over the span of the next half-year or so, you and Bucky chatting whilst you sipped on a colourful milkshake underneath the dim lighting became a regular in the café.

Bucky remembers almost everything about your relationship. He was introduced to you as a stuttering mess and slowly became your best friend who crashed many nights at your apartment when Steve started dating Peggy. He calls you things like doll, or baby, or sweetheart, attempting to act like that’s normal for best friends to do, even though he knows damn well it’s weird. Sometimes he looks in your eyes, and he knows you feel the same feeling in your gut when you stare at him. He’s sure of it. But every time Bucky opens his mouth to say something, he freezes.

More often than not, some old lady would stop you in the streets, crooning about what a lovely couple you both were, and Bucky knows it’s definitely not normal for best friends to be acting like a couple.

No matter how many times his friends urge him to ask her out, he always hesitates. The words ‘She doesn’t feel the same’ and ‘Just best friends’ would usually come out of his mouth. But in the end, Bucky’s just a coward. Whenever he tries to be the confident, normal guy around you something goes wrong.

Because you make him feel like a person, and he’s so afraid of asking you out and ruining everything he’d rather than tear his own heart apart, so it doesn’t get broken by you. ‘She’s happier like this’, Bucky would think. But he’s not happy, and doesn’t he deserve to be happy too?

Bucky doesn’t know why he’s always so willing to put himself in pain. He tries to ask you out almost fifty times before he just didn’t bother counting anymore. It’s not that he doesn’t like your friendship, this is possibly one of the happiest times in his life. And at the same time, he’s miserable.

“Hey, doll?” He says, coming into your apartment with the spare key that you leant him.

“Hello? Hey, if you’re in the bathroom, can I crash here for the night? I don’t even want to know what Steve and Peggy are up to in our apartment right now.” Bucky gets no answer, and he’s confused. It’s Wednesday night. Where could you possibly be? He sends you a quick text and he hears a slight ding coming from your dining room table. Your phone sits there, his text illuminating the screen. Wherever you went, you didn’t bring your phone with you. Bucky had a bad feeling.

He’s about to have a breakdown when you come into the apartment, clearly puzzled.

“Buck? Why are you here?” You say, your arms together holding a large package.

“Oh, thank God. I came to stay the night, but you weren’t here, and you left your phone, I thought something must’ve happen- ” He stopped, noticing something.

“Y/N? What’s that?” He asked, pointing to the large, colourful flowers wrapped up in your arms.

‘Oh!’ You say, seemingly glad that he asked.

“Ryan from the next door gave me these. Aren’t they gorgeous? He’s a nice guy.” You say, humming about as you fished an old vase from the bottom of your sink.

“That’s why I left my phone here. I just went over to pick these flowers up. You really shouldn’t worry so much, Buck. One of these days you’ll get a heart attack.” You’re softly singing as you fluff out the flowers and place them into the vase that’s filled with water.

“Perfect.” You murmur, then you turned to him, throwing the TV remote and a pack of microwaveable popcorn at him.

“Come on, old man., We’re going to watch Inception. I still can’t believe you haven’t watched it. It even won an Oscar for something I can’t remember.” Bucky stays behind in the kitchen for a bit, clutching at the bag of popcorn that was threatening to pop in his tense grip. He had a terrible feeling sinking deep in his chest as he looked at the flowers that you set on your kitchen countertop.

“You don’t even like dahlias.” Bucky says, plopping down onto the sofa, hands full of popcorn. You frown, reaching out and grabbing a handful and stuffing it in your moth before saying,

“Yeah, but it’s still sweet, isn’t it? Besides, how the fuck you know so much about flowers? Didn’t even know they were dahlias, I just remember telling you I don’t like the look of those big, poofy flowers.”

“Yeah, but dahlias aren’t romantic. He should have gotten you roses, or beautiful lilies, or-” Bucky caught sight of your weirded-out look and thought he’d better shut up before you found out he liked spending time in a flower shop during middle school.

“Whatever. Never mind” He grumbled instead, ignoring the confused look on your face, and pressed play, beginning to watch what apparently was ‘Leonardo DiCaprio’s third best movie’ Obviously behind Titanic and Wolf of Wall Street.

That terrible feeling remained in his chest.

It’s 8:00 PM and Bucky’s about to clock out, he hangs up his apron, about to close up when you come over running, and for a moment he’s absolutely stunned you exercised willingly.

“Are you guys closing up already?” You say, panting. Bucky wonders whether you ran all the way from your office to the café.

“Ugh. My day went terribly. Can we go inside so I can rant? Actually, I’ll just tell you on the way to your apartment.” You’re rambling, and you look so cute bundled up in all your coats, facing the bitter Brooklyn cold. Bucky stares at you and he swears he fell in love in that moment. What was so special about it, he didn’t know. Looking at you, wrapped up in all your layers. You breathed out, smoke coming out from your lips from December’s freezing temperatures. You ran all the way from work, to tell him about the bad day you had, Bucky liked that he was the person you went to.

“God, my lunch date was terrible, you were right, Ryan is a douche and I hate dahlias. I detest them. You were completely right, lunch dates are awful, and he’s a terrible person. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen, remind me to always do that. My boss was in a horrible mood and he must have-“

Bucky steps towards you, and cuts you off, by placing his lips on yours. He can tell you’re taken back, but he’s so angry at himself for not doing this sooner, because kissing you must be the best thing he’s ever done in his entire life. Your hands are stopped midway, about to stop this madness, but then your frozen lips begin to melt and turn warm against Bucky’s.

And before you know it, your hands are slowly sliding up to his hair, tangling your hands into his hair and his arms are wrapped around your waist. He kisses you passionately, none of you even seem to realise you’re in the middle of the street. Bucky was making out with you in the middle of Brooklyn, and he doesn’t give two shits about who was watching them. The end of the world could happen right now and he’d continue kissing you like his life depended on it. He feels you smiling into your kiss, and he feels downright giddy. You almost push against him, almost as if you’re making up for lost time.

You bring your hands down and push his chest away, still processing what just happened. Bucky runs his thumb over your lip, and for a second he’s feels scared. Why did you push him away? Oh, shit, was I not supposed to do that? You smile, leaning into his touch and relief flushes into Bucky. You speak, so quiet Bucky barely hears you and your voice is hoarse.

“Took you long enough, huh?” Your hand is placed on his cheek, and your hands are so cold Bucky’s surprised you haven’t gotten frostbite yet, but he doesn’t care. Bucky blinks, feeling something land on his head, and he laughs as he spots the small flecks of white landing on the ground.

“As if this couldn’t get any more cliché,” He muses, whispering into your ear. “It’s snowing, doll, look.” You tear away from his body but he keeps one arm pressed against your waist as you walk home to your apartment. Boy, was Steve going to get a surprise when he woke up the next morning.

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umikawa · 5 years

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Reminisce

Pairing; Dad! Tony x Stark! Reader

Warnings; Big sadness for me idk about you. ENDGAME SPOILERS

A/n; I'm big sad and I watched endgame again like last week.

"Daddy look!" You said, pulling on his sleeve.

He looked down from his next project, seeing a colorful drawing of him. "What's this pumpkin?" He asked, squatting down to you.

"It's you! My teacher said to draw someone who means the world to you and I drew you."

He smiled big, letting out a soft chuckle. He picked you up, putting you on his hip. "You mean the world to me too, pumpkin." You smiled brightly and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek.

"Alright Pumpkin, I want you to meet the second most important girl in my life, you, of course, being the first."

A tall woman with strawberry blonde hair strode in a birthday bag in her hand. She bent down to you, a sweet smile on her face.

"Hi, I'm Pepper Potts. And you are?" She said in a sweet voice, holding out her hand for you to shake.

At the fresh age of nine-years-old, you weren't keen on shaking hands, instead, you hugged her, taking a deep breath of her flowery scent.

"I'm Y/n Stark!" You said happily. You looked up to your dad with those big doe eyes. "Is she my new mom?" You asked.

"S'pose she is, would you be happy with that?" He asked, bouncing on his heels.

You looked at Peppers' face, narrowing your eyes before you broke out into a smile. "Yeah!" You opened your arms big for Pepper, welcoming her with a hug.

"Oh, sweetie this is for you." She passed you the bag and You peeked inside, smiling brightly as you saw the plush toy. You held it up to your father who had a smirk on his face.

"Look, Daddy!" You squealed holding up the iron man plush." It's you!"

"Daddy! There's a man in the elevator!" You said.

"Cute kid Stark. Kind of loud but cute." Coulson said, nodding his head to the side a little.

Tony scoffed, ruffling your hair. "She's a Stark what do you expect? Proper and quiet?"

He shook his head, "Not really no."

Tony squinted, "I'm sorry are you here for something or did you just come to crash movie night?"

"We're watching Winnie the Pooh." You interjected, zipping up your onesie.

"Okay I'm usually a cold-hearted person but that is adorable," Phil said, pointing at you. "But yes I'm here to give you this." He finished holding out a manilla folder for him.

Tony stared at it for a second, "Oh sorry I don't get handed things, those just usually go in the piled up mailroom I go in once a year." Pepped strode over, "I'll take that I like being handed things." She pushed Tony lightly to get him to move, putting the folder in his hands.

You walked up to Phil, holding up a bag of cookies to him. "If you open this for me, I'll give you two of them." Phil took the bag from your hands, opening it and taking two.

"Thanks, kid."

"My names Y/n, you?"

"Agent Coulson." He said looking down at you.

You looked up at him, raising your brows. "Wow agent as a first name? That's weird." You said, walking back to the couch.

Phil started blankly out the window, shaking his head. "She really is a Stark."

- "Are you sure you have to leave?" You asked your dad as he got into a helicopter. "I mean you have a broken arm and that black eye doesn't suit you well."

Your dad faked gasped, putting a hand over his heart. "You've been spending too much time with Harley."

"We've known him for three years dad and he lives in Tennessee."

"I feel like you're asking me to take you over there to see him."

You squinted at him, trying to hide a smile. "What? Me? No, you probably. But I guess a few hours hanging with him wouldn't hurt."

Tony scooted over, laying his head back. "Alright pumpkin, get in."

You climbed in, resting your head on his shoulder. "You know you're my favorite." "Is it because I'm your dad?" He asked with an obvious tone.

You shook your head, "No, because you're my world."

You ran inside the compound, finding your dad and godfather talking to each other. "I leave you for five hours and you two almost die!" You yelled.

"Pumpkin, calm down," Tony said, lowing his arms.

You pulled at your hair, tears starting to build. "I can't calm down! I get a call from Nat saying Rhodey was in the hospital and then Friday alerting me that you almost- you could've- " By now the tears streamed down your face rapidly and you ran to your room.

Tony sighed and looked down at his feet, "I should go talk to her." He left Rhodey by himself, silently walking up to your room. He knocked on your door, "Pumpkin? Can I come in?" The door opened and you sat on your bed, arms crossed over your chest.

"Do you know where Uncle Steve went?" He shook his head, closing his eyes. "Nat?" He shook his head again and you closed your eyes. "Why'd it happen in the first place. Not the airport but you and Steve."

Tony sighed, coming to sit next to you. "His friend, Bucky, he killed your grandparents. Steve knew and I just- I lost it."

You let out a breath, "It was a human reaction. You aren't the bad guy, no one is, not even Bucky." Your father gave you a look. "Now I know he killed grandma and grandpa but was he in the right mind? You told me he was brainwashed and Steve said that they were friends before he fell. I'm not choosing sides, it's just a thought."

He hugged you, tickling your sides. "You're smart for a twelve-year-old."

"Sixteen, dad. I'm sixteen."

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"Why am I so nervous?" You said rubbing your hands against your dress. "It's just Harley, we're best friends for christ sake! Why am I nervous?"

Your dad smiled at you, "Now I may not be an expert on feeling but, I'm pretty sure you like Harley, " he said. "As more than friends."

You gave him a look and walked out of the room to console your mother and godparents. "Okay, I'm nervous but it's only Harley and dads saying I like him as more than a friend. Opinions, please."

Pepper gave a smile, "I think it's possible."

Natasha chuckled, "You totally do."

Rhodey rubbed the scruff on his chin, looking up in thought. "I mean you did hop on a plane for like five hours to go see him in Memphis."

Your cheeks were tinted pink as you rubbed the back of your neck, "In my defense, it was his birthday."

"You could have just called him like a normal person." Happy said as he walked in.

"I'm a Stark," You said, putting your hands on your hips. "Nothing we do is normal." Your dad held up his hand for a high five, you proudly giving him one.

"Boss Mr. Keener is outside, should I let him in?" Your eyes widened and you pulled Natasha and Pepper upstairs to help you finish. "Yeah, let him in."

Harley's head popped up from around the corner and he smiled as he saw the three men. "Hey, guys."

"Keener." Happy seethed, narrowing his eyes at him.

He took a step back in precaution, "Okay, " he said uneasily. "Is uh, is y/n ready?"

Rhodey reached for his drink on the coffee table, "Oh we don't know, she was just down here but she ran up there again." Harley nodded, sitting on a barstool.

"So, any plans after prom?" Happy asked.

He shrugged, "Probably go to Burger King or something."

Tony patted him on the back, "I've never been more proud."

You walked down the stairs, Pepper and Nat close behind. Harley stood from the seat, looking absolutely starstruck by your appearance. You smiled up at him, "Hi."

He looked down at you, letting out a small breath, "Hi. Um, you look, you look amazing." He stammered as the adults in the room let out small chuckles.

"You do too."

Tony walked up, pushing you too lightly to the door, "Alright, that's enough gazing into each other's eyes lovingly. I want her home by, I don't know, twelve? She knows we'll be awake." Harley stepped out of the door, waiting for you. You turned, giving your dad a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun pumpkin." He said, waving from the doorstep. You waved back, climbing into Harley's car.

- Stepping down from the steps of the lake house, holding onto Morgans' hand tears ran down your face. The day you dreaded had come, your dad had died and your godmother had died. You held a floral arrangement for Natasha while your mom carried one for your father. They floated down the lake, a heavy feeling cast around everyone.

"My father was known as an egotistical maniac by the press, I only knew a kind-hearted man who dressed in an elephant onesie for movie night." You said into the mic, looking over the crowd of people. "My mom died when she gave birth to me and Tony was there from the start. He was there for everything from my first step, to my first heartbreak. It breaks my heart knowing that my baby will grow up never knowing her grandpa but she'll know of the tales of Iron Man, she'll know of the tales of the Black Widow. Despite their pasts, Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark will live on as heroes in not only our hearts but the hearts of many people in the world, thank you." You stepped down from the pedestal, Harley helping you down.

He kissed your cheek, placing a hand on your belly. "That was beautiful honey." You walked with him to a bench overlooking the lake.

“I hope they heard it.” You said, looking up at the sky, a hand on your belly.

Laying in the hospital bed, you wiped the sweat from your brow, holding onto the baby girl you had given birth to. You looked up at Harley, who had happy tears rolling down his face.

Everyone piled into the hospital room, fawning over the little girl in between you and Harley. Pepper, Happy, Morgan, Rhodey, Steve, Thor, Clint, Peter, and Bruce stood around you.

“Everyone,” you said, looking at them then back to your daughter. “Meet Tonya Alianova Stark.”

xxxxxxx

A/n: Kinda big sad, Got an angsty imagine coming up in a week possibly then maybe beautiful things part 4 before that

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