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morganitering · 5 months

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Pink Purple and Blue

Pairing: bestfriend!Geto Suguru x fem!reader

Contains: AU!University and no sorcery, smoking, fluff, tiny bit of angst, smut, soft dom, thigh riding, choking, fingering, hand job, first time(?), satoru and shoko mentions, no beta

Word count: ~4,3k

Summary: Love. Everyone wanted that, but the pursuit of it is not without its obstacles. Relationships run their course, text messages get left on read and ignored, when the only thing you want is to be seen. Suguru Geto was your best friend and as you both supported each other in your respective heartbreaks it led the two of you experimenting on his bed.

A/N: I really needed to write something less dark than the stuff I usually do so here it is. An ode to liking your friend like that! Happy New Year everyone!

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“She’s such a fucking ass sometimes,” you complained and took a hit from the joint in your hands. Suguru had rolled it up earlier, but neither of you had lit it up yet. You didn’t want to get high per se, mainly just take the edge off.

It was a beautiful summer evening, the sky in various shades of orange and blue. You sat on Suguru’s bed that he hadn’t bothered to make this morning. It wasn’t like you'd care anyway.

“Hey at least open the window properly, if you’re going to smoke inside,” Suguru said and hurried towards the small opening, dragging it open more.

“You smoke inside anyway,” you rolled your eyes.

“It still smells like shit,” he sighed and patted the small stool next to him that he had quickly placed in front of the window. Unfortunately for Suguru, he did not live in an apartment with a balcony on it.

He let out a small puff of smoke between his lips leaning towards the window, so that most of it would go outside and not linger in his room. He had his hair mainly down, but he had tied a small bun on the back of his scalp from the upper layers. He looked exhausted, but you weren’t sure if it was the break up or just general school stress and depression. He looked like a university student 101 with the joint in his hand as his eyes watered like he was about to start crying at any moment.

“So what did Shoko do?” He asked and flicked the joint against the small ashtray made out of clay on his window sill. It looked all sorts of wonky, it was one of your first attempts at pottery, but Suguru had nonetheless accepted your handcrafted gift. You stared at his slender fingers and the way the veins snaked around the back of his hand. Suguru offered the joint back to you, staring outside and watching the quiet street where few children kept on playing with a football.

“I don’t know. Nothing and everything,” your shoulders slumped down. “I confessed to her at a party and now she’s been avoiding me like a plague. It’s like, if you’re not interested in me then just say it, but like don’t run away y’know?” You blabbered on fidgeting with your fingers.

“That sucks. I’m sorry,” Suguru looked at you apologetically.

“Yeah. So nothing is exactly wrong. We’ve just been skirting around this whole attraction thing,” you added. “I still want to be involved in her life even if she doesn’t like me like that,” you gulped down. The words felt heavy in your mouth. It wasn’t the first time you had acted on your feelings with women, but you had a shit luck with them and guys? Guys weren’t really all that interesting to you – at least not usually.

“Maybe she’ll come around. I’ve known Shoko for a long time ever since high school. It’s not really like her to just leave things like that, even if she is reserved. I think she’s going through something. Don’t know what though,” Suguru mused. Your fingers brushed against each other as you exchanged the joint back to him for the last time.

“I hope so.”

The silence enveloped the two of you as you kept on people watching. One of the kids had kicked the ball too far and it had landed on someone’s fence making the dog bark loudly as it pawed against the railings. You could hear a neighbor grandpa yelling his lungs out to the pet as the kids hurriedly picked up the ball, slightly shaken by the commotion.

“How are you holding up with the whole Satoru thing?” You dared to ask. You knew that this topic was quite touchy for him, but you did not want to be the only one pouring your heart out and you knew that if you did not ask, Suguru would not tell. He’s the type of person to keep everything in his heart unless someone actually shows interest in his emotional side.

Suguru groaned exasperatedly, stubbing out the remnants of the roll-up and pushing himself away from the window, the wheels of his office chair squeaking at the action.

“I want to call him constantly,” he shook his head a little bit in defeat.

You got up from the small stool with wobbly legs when the weed was finally taking effect. You threw yourself back on his bed and rolled around on the duvet. It smelled like Suguru. The sheets were clean, but you could still pick up hints of his sweat. Usually that would gross you out, but now it made your stomach turn in a way you usually did not associate with your best friend.

“This is probably too much information, but I miss the sex.” He smirked as he reminisced.

“Ugh, don’t even talk to me about sex,” you groaned as you thought about your own frustrations.

“I mean, you were the one who broke up with him. I bet if you just sent him a simple ‘you up?’ he’d come runni-” Suguru threw a throw pillow at you and it landed on your face.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t do that. It’s not fair to him.” Suguru took your joke too seriously. You muffled your giggles as you realized that you need to be there for him.

“Sorry. I was just trying to lighten up the mood.”

“It’s fine.”

You rolled to your side and hugged his pillow as you looked at the sulking man in the office chair. He was lightly swaying himself side to side.

“I downloaded a dating app and tried to hook up through there, but it felt off,” Suguru looked at the floor rather than you. “I’m okay with hooking up with people, but now that I’m used to having a connection with someone, it just doesn’t feel the same.” You recognized yourself from his words as well.

“A lot of people think that guys can do it with anyone and I suppose that it’s true to some. But it’s not for me.”

You and Suguru met at the university when you were both first year students studying education to become teachers. You had been both at the same course. He sat next to you, not really paying attention as he unpacked his stuff, taking out the laptop from his bag. You had been slightly intimidated by him.

When the professor announced the group assignment you had shyly asked him if he would like to do it with you. Suguru had smiled at you in a way that made your heart stop briefly. He didn’t look intimidating at all anymore. For the first few months you had a massive crush on him, but you stifled it when you realized that he only had eyes for Satoru, although he had said that he feels some sort of attraction to women as well.

You became one of his closest friends. It was easy to talk to him in an open manner, no matter what the subject was. You stayed over his place and vice versa, often stirring up rumors of your possible coupling, as if it was their business what you did or did not do.

Suguru grabbed a stress toy from the table and started throwing it in the air just to catch it over and over. “I love him. But I can’t stand him. I want to kiss him. And I want to smack him.” Every sentence was emphasized with the rhythm of his fidgeting. He’s so dramatic, you thought to yourself as you watched how the trinket spun around in the air before it landed on his palm.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say or how to help,” you confessed. Suguru answered with a hum. You knew that he knew that only time helps with heartbreak, but you did not want to spew out the same cliches that everyone said. Besides you had said them all before during their multiple breakups.

As much as you cared for him, you had frankly been at the end of your rope with this Satoru stuff. Neither of the guys knew how to have a stable relationship and you had to be witnessing that with Shoko and some other students that made up the friend group. You wanted to tell both of them to get their shit in order. This would be the last summer break before graduation and both of them needed to focus. You. Needed to focus.

“If you can be my wingman to find some level headed company, that would help a lot,” Suguru snickered, laughing slightly at his own joke.

You chewed your lip thoughtfully as you racked your brain. You had an idea, but it was a risky one. Maybe it was the weed or maybe you wanted to use it as an excuse. You chose your words carefully drawing them out slowly with several awkward stops in them.

“You know. We are in pretty much the same situation.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I relate to the stuff you’ve said about wanting connection.”

“Yes?”

“So.. why don’t we do it?” You asked, not daring to look at him. Your voice sounded small reflecting the way you felt inside.

Suguru stopped fidgeting on the spot and stared at you, his mouth slightly open in surprise.

“Are you serious?” He asked you with his eyebrows raised. You had a hard time interpreting what he was actually feeling, but nodded nonetheless.

“Yes. Most people already think that we fuck and we’re both pretty pent up. And you’re my best friend and I trust you. That’s a connection too albeit a different one,” you tried to defend yourself a little bit feeling your cheeks warm up with the topic.

“Oh yeah, cause best friends just casually get each other off because they trust each other,” he said sarcastically, but you saw that he was nervous as he grazed a spare strand behind his ear.

“Are you saying you want to get me off?” You tried to keep your voice husky, but you felt the giggle boiling underneath. It made you feel ridiculous speaking like that to him seriously.

Suguru went quiet and walked over to his own bed, where you had been lounging. He was subtly grinding his jaw as a nervous tick of his. He had a very simple outfit consisting of an oversized t-shirt and joggers, but somehow even that looked like high fashion on him. You admired the skin that was exposed through the droopy neckline.

You shifted on the bed making him some space when you felt the mattress dip as the tall man lay down next to you. You could already feel the warmth emanating from his body.

“I don’t want this to affect our friendship negatively,” Suguru stated as he turned to his side to see you directly.

“We don’t have to go far, we can just.. kiss?” Your voice was just a whisper as you stared into his brown eyes. Your heart was beating fast as the anticipation filled your body. You touched his cheek tenderly with your fingertips and saw his lashes flutter when he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

He took a deep breath in as if to ready himself. Then he moved your hand away that you had used to pet him to close enough distance for a kiss, yet he left enough space to keep it chaste.

His lips were soft as they worked against yours languidly. The kiss was awkward and felt like learning to walk again. Your noses bumped into each other as you both looked for a good place to put your limbs, almost as if asking wordlessly is this okay. You felt Suguru tremble next to you as he nipped at your lower lip and parted off of you to chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

“I can’t believe what we’re doing.” He mumbled, but he did not attempt to get away from you.

“Do you still want to continue?” You asked cautiously.

You shared a fit of laughter with him, you swatted his arm half heartedly telling him to pull himself together, but you could have just as well given that instruction to yourself. After the childish giggling dissipated you pulled him towards you with a new passion, tangling your hands in his luscious hair. You raised your leg over his hip and pulled him towards your core. Suguru swiftly rolled on top of you, slotting himself between your legs, pressing up one thigh close to your middle.

It felt more heated as he deepened the kiss, caressing you, but not too brazenly. You parted your lips slightly to let his tongue explore yours as you trailed your hands around his back, dragging your nails against the cotton. You felt safe under his bigger frame, his weight calming you as much as setting you ablaze.

Suguru parted from you and kissed your neck eliciting a moan from you. You felt impatient, wanting to get more friction, more passion, more of everything he could offer to you.

“Please,” you panted as you pressed your clothed sex against his thigh.

“So sexually frustrated that a few kisses is all it takes?” Suguru grinned as he teased you.

“Stop it, you’re so mean,” you complained embarrassed about his remark. He didn’t have to say that type of stuff out loud, even if he was right.

“Do you actually want me to stop?”

“No,” you whispered.

“Good.” The way he looked at you was so gentle and affectionate that you wanted to scream. Your skin burnt under his hazy gaze. You had not really realized how much you had wanted this. “Since you seem to like my thigh so much, why don’t you ride it?” He asked you, cocking his head to the side as a challenge. He seemed to have regained his confidence.

Suguru spun around to lie on his back and lifted up slightly one of his legs and looked at you waiting as you shuffled around to saddle him.

“Can I take my panties off?”

“Yeah. I kinda wanna see how quickly you’ll manage to make a mess,” he added a sly smile on his face.

You lifted up your skirt dragging down the simple black underwear to expose the normally hidden part of you, swiftly throwing the panties on the floor before you saddled Suguru’s thigh. You pressed yourself slightly against the fabric of his joggers, feeling the rough texture of it against your sensitive skin and you could almost feel the way the moisture seeped into them, yet you did not move as the insecurity took over you.

“I feel embarrassed,” you admitted as you balanced yourself by pressing your palms against his stomach.

“You don’t have to. It’s just me.” He raised his hands to your hips, caressing you with his thumbs. As much as you could see the effects of lust on him, he was being careful the whole time with you.

“What if I help you?” It wasn’t really a question as he guided you to move. You whimpered as the delicious friction and small creases on the cloth pressed onto your bud. Slowly, you started moving yourself on your own and closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure since having direct eye contact with him felt still a bit weird.

Lewd moans filled the room when you started to increase your pace. Suguru watched the way you grinded onto his leg, desperation and pleasure playing on your features. His mouth was slightly ajar, almost panting with you even if he wasn’t the one who was getting off. He wanted to touch you, play with your breasts and mark your skin with so many bruises that you’d have to wear only long-sleeve polo shirts for the summer, but he did not want to interrupt you too much. Instead he tried to vaguely bring to his mind the drunken conversations about shared kinks so that he could possibly excite you more. Suguru found it amusing that he could use those conversations that had been shared as friends in his advantage

“You’re doing so well. Keep going,” he tried to say the words confidently with a lower voice, but he turned out to sound more breathy and boyish rather than what he was intended to go for. But honestly for you, this Suguru turned you on more than any type of dominant roleplay he could pull off right now. It was your Suguru, your best friend, your – ah fuck – something.

You moaned out his name as you moved your pelvis frantically.

“Suguru… Suguru.. I can’t finish like this,” you whined, opening your eyes for the first time after you had started.

“Tell me what you need,” he said.

“I want to be on your lap,” you panted out, “I want you to finger me.”

Suguru nodded and propped up a pillow against the wall pushing himself to a sitting position. He admired the wet mark on his gray pants. He spread out his legs to leave you a perfect place to sit in between.

He pressed his face into your forehead and gave you a little peck as he let his left hand wander on your chest, massaging your breasts. He quickly moved to the one place you really needed him.

He spread your folds open to swipe some of your wetness up to your clit, tapping the part protruding out of its hood gently. You jolted slightly due to the overwhelming sensation and you ended up rubbing against Suguru’s erection on accident. It felt like heaven to him so he decided to repeat the little tap again which earned him a high pitched squeak.

“Sensitive aren’t you?” You felt his hot breath next to your ear. Some of his hair pooled over your shoulders as well mixing to yours. You weren’t exactly sure if you like the direct touch or not but right now at this moment it was all you were looking for.

“Stop teasing,” you moaned.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Suguru hummed as he started rubbing circles on you, getting guided by your increasing or decreasing whimpers.

He placed a middle finger curiously against your entrance and pushed inside with almost no resistance, your wet warmth enveloping him. You sighed in relief as he quickly added his ring finger to the mix searching for your g-spot as he tried to grind your clit against his palm.

You wiggled, this time on purpose as you tried to guide him deeper. The waves of pleasure rendered you incapable of staying put. Suguru’s pants and your guttural moans mixed together as you started to near your end.

“One fun thing about being friends who discuss almost anything is that I know you on paper as well as your past lovers,” he said as he pressed his fingers against the spongy spot in you. His voice was almost inaudible as the warm breeze from his breath played against your ear. It was just the two of you even if you vaguely heard his neighbors banging the walls.

“You once told me that you like to be choked,” he mused, preparing the question with a slightly too long explanation than what you’d like, “Would you like me to do that to you?”

“Yes please.”

He wrapped his right hand around your neck and caressed your pulse point. The way you moaned rumbled against his palm. It felt intoxicating to him, to have himself buried in you as he watched the way you writhed against him. Suguru held onto your windpipe relishing in the power you freely gave away to him.

“Take your time,” he whispered. “Show me how you come.” Suguru tightened his grip on your throat. It felt like floating in the clouds as you mentally became smaller on his arm, caged underneath the pleasure he was giving you. Your ability to breathe came and went and it did not matter to you.

Suguru nuzzled against your neck as he felt you clenching around his fingers, your voice getting louder as you came. You gripped on his forearm digging your nails into his skin feeling the muscles moving as he kept on going, fucking you through your orgasm the pleasure soon turning to pain when everything became too much. He removed his grip on your throat and let you finally breathe properly.

“Stopstopstop!” You pushed his hand away. Suguru laughed and wiped your juices on your inner thigh.

“Fuck.” You breathed out and slumped against his body. You felt satiated and happy.

“Thank you.”

Suguru found the afterglow to suit you.

“Can I..?” You asked, turning around sitting on your knees with your legs folded under your butt. You rest your hand on his thigh expecting him to understand your hint. He nodded and you smiled shyly as you curled your fingers around his waistband. “Help me a bit.”

Suguru shuffled himself out of his joggers. The bed squeaked underneath his movement. You admired the wet spot on the cloth before it got discarded on the floor with his boxers. Your breath hitched softly as you stared at the way his cock curved up with the small trimmed hairs working as a decoration. You admired his thick thighs the way the muscle moved when he settled back to the bed to the same position he was in before.

The way he looked at you was a mixture of smugness and reservation, almost like he did not dare to start bragging about how he knew that he was more than the average man. You quickly took off your own shirt leaving you in your bra and skirt.

Suguru pulled you into a kiss holding onto your neck and you placed your hands on his torso caressing his chest. Your touch was heavy on him, passionate and needy as you made your way to his cock. You had no energy to tease him and frankly you did not want to. You wanted to see him come undone just as he had seen you.

Your hand moved across his length looking for the way he liked it. “Teach me,” you whispered in his mouth.

It didn’t take long for Suguru’s warm hand to wrap around yours.

“Like this,” he panted out as he gripped onto your hand showing the right pressure and movement. You studied the way his body spoke to you, as you separated yourself slightly from him to see his half lidded eyes, and the lips partially hanging open when he panted. His long lashes hid his brown eyes that varied in hues of gold and dark brown. Suguru finally let go of your hand, trusting you to be able to mimic him.

You kissed his neck as your hand moved faster and you relished in the sloppy sounds the hand job produced.

“You’re doing so good pleasing me” He groaned when you swiped his tip in a way that drove him crazy. You moaned at his simple confession as you clenched your thighs together once more, wetness dripping on your thighs.

Suguru threw his head back and moaned. You watched the adam's apple bob as he rode his orgasm stilling against your palm. You felt the come trickling on the back of your hand. You looked at the mess he had made, his shirt unfortunately on the line of fire.

Suguru looked at you as he calmed down, cheeks slightly red. You bit your lip nervously as you let your instincts take over. You raised your hand holding onto the eye contact with the man. He seemed curious at first of what you were going to do, but once he saw the pink tip of your tongue lick across the back of your palm he almost moaned again. He watched the erotic show you put on for him with great interest as you essentially cleaned yourself of his come.

“Wow, that’s so fucking sexy,” his voice was breathy as his gaze followed you sucking on your fingers.

You bursted out laughing and hugged him. He embraced you happily. “Can we cuddle?” You asked.

You lay down next to him and placed your head on his chest. His hair smelt like his favorite conditioner that probably cost more than any piece of clothing you owned. He had gone on long tangents of how he takes care of it more than once. Neither of you wanted to really address what this was, so instead of that the two of you stayed in the moment quietly.

It’s funny how easily you can muddle the line between friendship and something else. Break it too many times and you’ll lose sight of where it was to begin with. A delicate touch here and there, a joke a little too flirty to stay in the bounds of the silently agreed on boundaries. The question is: How far can you bend the rules till avoidance is no longer an option?

Suguru was the first one to break the silence.

“I’m probably going to get back together with Satoru at some point,” His voice wavered when he said out loud what you already knew to be true.

“I know.”

“Does it bother you?” He simply wanted to know.

“No, because I know you love him.” More. You wanted to add the word more.

“Thanks, I’m glad you’re my friend. I hope you know that.”

You smiled and buried your face against his shirt. The summer breeze grabbed onto the thin curtains and swung them around wildly. Suguru caressed your arm with his fingertips barely touching your skin when the both of you were deep in your own thoughts.

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rookthorne · 5 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☤ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☤ 1.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☤ Fluff, Bucky being sweet

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☤ I don't have to explain myself for the cuteness in this one, I have no excuse.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☤ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“What the hell are you doin’ here, Peanut?” Bucky asked loudly, his mouth slackened in surprise. “You’re meant to be resting—or layin’ down!”

Which, that was true. But when had you ever listened when you were told what to do?

The driver’s door of your car slammed shut, and you shivered from the cold air outside. Your boyfriend still stood in the doorway of the office, struck dumb with your surprise visit to his station — while it wasn’t the first time, you loved the way he lit up when he saw you.

His boots crunched over the snow as he jogged over, and he pulled you into his chest where it was warm. “Baby girl? What’re you doin’?”

“I bought a tree,” you said, muffled by his uniform jacket. “For the station, so it can be Christmassy.”

“You brought us a what?”

Pulling away from his embrace, you looked back towards your car. “I brought you a tree. For the station, so it can be Christmassy,” you repeated happily. “I got the decorations and everything—even some tinsel for your truck.”

Bucky grinned, wide and bright against the flurries of snow that landed in his hair. “You– I fuckin’ love you.”

“I love you, too. Now help me get this stuff inside so I don’t freeze.”

With the tree and the numerous bags of decorations now inside the break room, where it was warm, you paused in the doorway to look around the room. Ideally, the placement would need to be somewhere out of the way, you thought — all of the personnel had to be able to run without risk of tripping over objects in the way, and in this case, a decorated tree.

“Peanut!” Steve called suddenly, the blond’s head peering around the doorway to the garage, where the truck was no doubt parked. “It’s good to see you, doll.”

“Hey, Stevie,” you replied, running towards him for a hug, one of which he supplied readily. “I’ve brought Christmas to you guys.”

Bucky huffed and stared between you and the tree propped against the table. “Yeah, yeah you did—where’s the stuff for the truck?”

You pointed to one of the canvas tote bags, the pretty and cute embroidered design of Mrs. Claus on the side. “In there; just some tinsel and decorations.”

“Perfect,” Bucky said, beaming. “Punk, you do the tree in here—I’m gonna take my girl to help me with the truck.”

The noise that Steve made was a mix between indignation and disbelief. “But–”

“Thanks!” Bucky was pulling you out the door towards the garage, not even pausing to look back at the exasperation in Steve’s expression or the eye roll he sent your way.

The sound of Bucky’s boots and your shoes over the floor of the garage echoed in the cavernous space, and you came upon Bucky’s truck — his baby.

“So,” he grunted, pulling open the double doors at the back of the vehicle. There were already holiday stickers on the windows. “Why don’t we–” Boots scuffed over the floor of the compartment as Bucky jumped up, and he turned around to offer you his hand. “Start with the tinsel? Then we can put the decorations up—I think the paed– I mean kids, would love it.”

“I know they will,” you said earnestly, and you placed the bag full of cheer onto the stretcher. “Let’s get started, baby.”

For what felt like hours, you puttered around the back of the ambulance with Bucky, discussing the best spots and ways to put the decorations, and while he was open to all of your suggestions, there was one thing he would not budge from. “No, that one has to go there.”

You stared at him, then towards where he was pointing. It was the surface closest to the medic’s seat; the space he occupied while Steve drove. “But, Buck–”

“No buts.” Bucky stomped over, the suspension of the truck bouncing with his steps. “I wan’ it there, so you’re close to me.”

The breath in your chest hitched with his admission. “Oh.”

“Yeah, see? It’s important, Peanut.” He gently grabbed the ornament from your hand to stick some of the tape he used to secure the tinsel on the bottom of the decoration, and he placed it on the favoured spot. “It’s not goin’ nowhere but there.”

With Bucky so close, you could smell his cologne and the mix of what you came to associate with home — it was a wonder that no matter how long or hard Bucky worked, he managed to never, ever have a whiff of chemical residue, or the lingering smell of despair you’d come to associate with hospitals.

“You alright?” he asked quietly, and his gloved hands cupped your cheeks — the wool of them soft against your skin. It was the same pair you had bought him last winter. “Peanut, baby?”

You smiled, unable to do anything else, and you leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips. Time froze while you poured all of your love into the connection — your lips danced with his in an age-old routine, one that you had perfected with one another.

“I take that as a yes,” Bucky breathed, pulling away so he could rest his forehead on yours. “But I ain’t complainin’.”

A laugh shook your shoulders, and you pulled away from his body to stare around at the compartment, now alight with the cheer you hoped to bring. Tinsel circled around the lights that were above your head and around the windows of the back doors, while small decorations, no bigger than your palm, were nestled amongst the sparkly material.

“It looks perfect.”

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, jus’ like my girl.”

“Oh, stop it.”

The moment ended when the radio at the front of the truck emitted static, then his number, followed by Steve’s and his name. “Shit, hang on, baby,” Bucky said quickly, and he jumped out of the compartment, yelling to Steve, “Get out here, punk!”

You followed suit, albeit much gentler, and you stood back from the truck while Bucky started it up.

“I know! I know—I heard; I’m coming!” Steve answered, and you could hear his feet pounding on the floor while he ran. He burst through the door a second later, jacket over his arm and bag over the over. “Let’s go.”

“I’ve gotta go, I’ll text you, alright?” Bucky rushed, and he kissed you on the lips before he bolted towards the driver’s door.

“Be safe!” you yelled over the engine. Bucky glanced your way and smiled, just as you said, “Go save a life, my hero.”

Sirens split the air, and you watched, your heart in your throat, while the ambulance tore from the station. You glanced to the side with a sigh to see the door to the office open, and from your spot, you could see the tree; half decorated, half sparse.

Before you could think better of it, your feet carried you towards the door. The overhead lights were on, and the Christmas lights you brought for the tree twinkled, half strewn over the branches and half in a heap on the floor.

“Oh, boys,” you murmured. Your fingertips brushed the branches. “I’ll finish it for you—I think you’ll need it when you get back.”

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seenoversundown · 5 months

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The Caravel Tavern Series : Prologue

Warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, sibling banter, fluff/wholesome/good vibes.

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: The opening of Caravel Tavern was a dream come true for Jake. With the help of his best friends and brothers, naturally. In a small city in New England, it's rare to come across new faces. (or even run into some from the past)

A 4 Book interconnected series where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake's dream, but somehow is helping everybody else's dreams come true as well.

Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

Night Moves - Bob Seger “When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closin' in”

Two Days until Open

Flipping the heavy lock and hearing the door chime has become my favorite way to start my day. After six long months of fixing up this place, it’s only days from officially opening. I’ve spent countless hours cleaning it up, with the help of my brothers, obviously. But it has come together and finally feels like mine.

“Goodmoooooorning!” Josh sings from across the room.

“Good Morrow!” I can’t help the slight accent that comes along with it.

Josh has been helping me decorate, thrift, and create things to match the aesthetic here. Deciding to develop a piratical vibe with a touch of retro themes felt right. We’ve spent hours finding the perfect pieces to hang, and thankfully, Josh has a good eye for all that. Red neon signs adorned the walls, with my favorite “Sinners Welcome” sign hanging behind the bar.

“I think we are getting close to finishing with the decor,” Josh says, turning to make eye contact with me.

“If you’re happy with it, then I’m happy with it,” I said, smiling back at him. “Just let me know what I can do to help. Otherwise, I’ll be organizing until the cows come home.”

The door chimes ringing as Sam, our younger brother, walks through the door, Daniel quickly following behind.

Daniel has practically been part of our family since we were kids, so he is treated like a brother. He and Sam went to school together and instantly attached at the hip, so he was at our house often throughout the years. When the time came, he chose not to go away for college, and I helped him get a job with me at the Shipyard. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a glamorous job, but it’s one of the better-paying options— at least it wasn’t a factory.

“Okay, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, we come bearing gifts, and by that, I mean, I hope you like these coffees,” Sam announces as he makes his way to the bar, “black– because I texted both of you and neither replied, so it’s your fault.”

“Some of us have jobs, Sam,” I said back.

Josh pulls out his phone, and I can see him click around for a second, “Oh yeah, there it is.”

Sam abruptly set the coffee on the bar in front of us with a shit-eating grin.

“Mental note, keep coffee creamer,” Josh mumbles and Sam holds a bag out to him before taking a sip.

“I didn’t forget your caramel cold foam whipped cream bullshit that you put in your coffee.”

Josh’s face lights up at the sight, “Wow, you do care about me,” putting on the dramatics per usual, “Also– I better not be Tweedle Dum.”

Sam let out a sinister laugh with an exaggerated shrug, “Guess we’ll never know!”

Since Sam got home from college, he’s been helping Josh and myself get everything done for the bar. Often, he’s reluctant or tries to make it seem that way. I can tell that he likes to be a part of everything. He’s been offering to take pictures of the bar. We have all the beer available, so we can post them on our Instagram, which I’m glad he understands is part of the business because I do not.

“Thank you, Samuel,” I say. “Lucky for you, I always take my coffee black.”

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“I think if I have to look at another beer can today,” Sam starts, “I’ll lose my mind completely.”

I giggle as I continue to track what we have in stock, “The worst is almost over, bud.”

I’m sure opening the week of Thanksgiving seems like a terrible concept, and, to be frank- it’s overwhelming. I hope the six months of bickering with everybody will prove it was worth it.

“Hey, boss,” Daniel starts, “is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

I’m not exactly proud of how much he startled me. I should be more used to how quiet he is by now, but I don’t think I’ll ever be.

“Jesus Christ,” I stop to process the question. “No, buddy, you can go home. It’s getting late, and we all probably could stand to get some rest before actually opening.”

With no hesitation, I hear Sam ask from the other room, “Does that include me also?”

“Yes, go home!” I shout over to him.

The door chime rings suddenly, causing Josh and me to laugh, walking over to find whatever he is working on. Carefully tapping the frame to ensure it’s centered on the nail, he looks incredibly focused.

“We can also be done for the night,” I tell him, putting my arm around his shoulders.

“Well, even better news, that was the last thing I needed to hang.” He says.

“You’ve outdone yourself, really.” I compliment him.

Patting my hand a few times, he tells me, “Did it up just right, and it’s all for you, brother.”

We stare at each other silently for a second.

“I’m just elated to see you finally going for your dreams.”

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Opening Night

The room glows in red from the neon signs we’ve hung, making everything feel real suddenly as I look at the locked door. We decided to open a little later in the day so the ambiance would be there. Also, who opens a bar on their first day at noon?

“How are you feelin’?” Daniel asked, squeezing my shoulder to wake me up from my nervous state.

“I’m not well.”

He laughs at my response. “It’s going to be great, Jake.”

I spent a moment trying to crack my knuckles before letting out the breath I had been holding. Listening to the quiet, jazzy riff that Sam is playing on the piano, tucked into the corner.

“You think so?” turning to him for a bit of reassurance.

“Absolutely. I think you’re onto something great, buddy,” he tells me.

My hands shake as I turn the jukebox on for the first official time, hearing the music start playing throughout the bar; we all look at each other for a second with smiles plastered across all our faces.

“Okay, it’s time,” I say as I turn the deadbolt. Seeing Josh pull the little chain on the ‘Open’ sign in the window makes my heart thump even louder.

The moment feels like slow motion as the door opens, and it isn’t one of the four of us who have been working here. I had hardly taken two steps back when the chime went off.

“Oh, sweetheart,” my mom gasps, stepping over the threshold, “This is wonderful.”

She immediately pulls me into a hug; all my nerves disappeared in a simple gesture.

“You did the damn thing, now didn’t ya bub?” Dad finally speaks up, giving me his signature side hug.

Before I knew it, Josh was already toting our parents around the bar, showing them all the decor he was proud of finding. A few customers who weren’t family had started to trickle in and sit at the bar.

“I actually made Jake meet me after work so he could help me pull this out of the dumpster,” Josh explains, louder than I wished he would. A collective “oooh” followed his statement, realizing that a handful of customers sitting close to the tour were also listening to him now.

“I painted this for him,” he continues, pointing at his framed artwork. He’s always been artistic; his imagination was incredible.

A miniature painting of Queen Anne’s Revenge sat in a gold frame. He’s always known that I love everything about pirates and their history. That was one of the first things he made for the bar when I told him I would officially buy it.

“That’s beautiful,” our mom gasped, leaning in to look at the little details even closer. “You really did that, Sunshine?!” Her voice raises excitedly, causing even more customers to glance over. Covering my mouth with my hand, I try to contain the laugh. Josh really did turn into Mom over the years, huh?

“You obviously know that Jake loves his pirates,”

“Oh, I sure do,” Mom says, “Remember when he would cry because his favorite pirate ship jammies needed to be washed?”

“Alright, alright. Mum, we don’t need to bring it up,” I chime in, “ again,” shaking my head at the trip down memory lane.

My dad finally snuck away from the Grand Tour, found a seat at the bar, and started to make conversation with a few people.

Glancing over to the door as it opens, Old Man Chuck strolls in, immediately making eye contact. He makes his way over to the corner stool at the bar.

Without asking, I slide a beer over to him.

“Ya did a hell of a job, kid. Place looks wicked good,” he mumbles.

“Thank you, Sir,” I matched his volume, “that one’s on me.” He gave me a subtle nod.

Old Man Chuck wasn’t a man of many words, and I respected that. He took a chance to sell me the bar; I’ll always be grateful. It probably helps that I have spent plenty of nights here when he still owned it, but where else am I supposed to go when my apartment is only two floors above?

As the night goes on, people start trickling in. Living in Portland for so long, you realize everyone knows everyone. Considering we were rapidly approaching Thanksgiving, many people were home for the holidays and in need of a break from their families.

I scan the bar to see if anybody hasn’t been tended to when I see Sam trying his hardest to converse with Chuck, and it’s not working. I walk over, touching his shoulder to get his attention.

“Sammy boy, can you just do a quick round and make sure everyone in the booths is good?” I quickly ask him.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

I watch as he makes his way to each table, collecting empty glasses and making occasional small talk with some of the groups.

“Everyone good over here?” I could hear him asking from behind the bar.

Even though he would complain daily about helping out, I could tell he didn’t mind doing this part as much. I could never say to him because it would go straight to his head, and I’d never hear the end, but I’m incredibly proud of him. Poor kid hasn’t worked a day in his life, and I’ve been putting him through it for the last few months.

“Oh, you sell things at the farmer’s market too?” he asks. “What’s your Instagram? I’ll follow you real quick!”

He’s always been comfortable talking to people; he usually seems carefree. I’ve always admired how sure of himself he is. I don’t know if it’s the amount of time he spends outside or that he got a few years away from us, but he’s gotten much more comfortable with himself.

“So.. do you have a boy-“

All of that to say, he has absolutely no game with the ladies.

“Hey bud, I told you to check on everyone,” I glance over at the girl and back at Sam, “not harass them.”

“Jake, what are you doing?” he spits out, “I’m so sorry- uhh”

I give him a quick double pat on the back and nod towards the bar.

“Are you kidding? I was trying to–” Sam continues as I stroll behind the bar. “Do you actually hate me?”

“You were not about to win her over, Sam,” I laugh. “She’s been making eyes at Daniel all night.”

I watch him deflate, putting the dirty glasses he brought back in the bin beside me.

“She doesn’t seem like your type anyway.”

“And you know what my type is?” He questions with a smug look on his face.

“She clearly wasn’t feisty enough to put up with your stubborn ass,” I quip back with a smile.

Unimpressed with my response, he goes back to mingling with customers. I find myself watching him as he makes small talk.

I probably shouldn’t step in on his attempts at flirting, but I could see that one imploding a little too quickly.

I don’t have the best of luck with women myself. I haven’t been on a date in God knows how long. The bar has kept me so busy I don’t even consider it. There are too many things I need to think about constantly, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to do that to someone.

Scanning the room, I notice a couple sitting together in one of the booths, his arm draped over her shoulders. The way she looks at him, gazing at him like he created the moon. Cradling his face with her tiny hand and pressing her lips to his cheek, a smile erupted across his face. Maybe one day.

“Come back to earth, honey,” followed by a few snaps, pull me out of my own world.

“I’m sorry, Linda,” I laugh, “I’m happy to see you here.”

Linda Graves, a sweet older lady, will quickly become one of our regulars. She runs a stand at our local farmer’s market and quickly became buddies with Sam. Her husband had recently passed when he first met her, but she was slowly making her way back out into the world. She’s an eccentric girl and, honestly, reminds me of Josh often.

“Where’s the big guy?” she asks, making her bright red glasses bounce up and down suggestively.

“You know he has a name–”

“I’m trying to play hard to get Jake. You’re supposed to be my wingman,” she whispers, gently smacking my arm, “Did I use that right?”

Throwing my head back with a laugh, I said, “Oh god, you’re right!”

Gesturing to Linda to give me one second, I find the man of her dreams, who is conveniently walking out of the bathroom as I turn into the hall.

“I have a lovely little lady who would like to see you,” choking back the laugh.

“Is it who I think it is?” Daniel asks, following me towards the bar, “Ahhh– there she is.”

He’s a good sport about most things, which is a refreshing outlook to have around, considering who my family is.

“Hi there, beautiful,” he starts, and I watch her melt into a puddle over him.

“Now, Lin, you know I’m gonna have to check your ID if you want to drink tonight.” He tells her with a little wink.

“Oh, Danny. You make me feel so young,” Linda tells him.

“What do you mean, sweetheart? You ARE young,”

“You cut it out now,” She giggles like a schoolgirl, “I look like a bag of bones. I think we both know I’m old.”

“You don’t look a day over 21.” He leans forward, holding himself on the bar. He knows exactly what he’s doing, making his arm muscles flex a little while he listens to her talk. I watch Linda taking little glances at his biceps while he talks.

I see the towel he has sitting over his shoulder starting to slip, and I lean forward to catch it as it falls. Tossing it back over his shoulder, he gives me a slight nod since he is mid-sentence.

“Good save,” Linda quips.

“Thank you, thank you,” I send her a warm smile.

I turn around immediately, bumping into Josh, his teeth on full display, giggling to himself. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while.

“Having fun?” I ask.

“Of course! I’m drunk!”

“I- uh- you’re what?” The panic lacing my voice is intense.

“Jake,” he says while grabbing my shoulders, “I’m kidding.”

Dropping my head back in relief that it was a joke, I’m disappointed I fell for it.

“What a little shit you are,” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Who are you calling little? I’m five minutes older than you, bub.” He calls back over the music.

I roll my eyes and walk off. He’ll never let that die.

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“Excuse me.”

I turn around to find a petite older lady sitting at the bar.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how are you this evening?” I ask.

“Well, it’s much better now,” she batted her eyelashes at me.

“I’m so happy to hear,” I hold in a laugh, “What can I get you to drink?”

“Do you have any Moscato or Rieslings?

I smile as she asks, “Of course I do. Hang on”

Turning around to the fridge where we store our white wine, I giggle quietly.

Looks like I’ve gained my own Linda.

I grab a glass and turn back to her, setting the glass in front of her.

“I don’t know if you know this..” I pause, “I’m sorry, I never got your name?”

“Eleanor”

“Well, Eleanor, I save this specific bottle of Moscato for only the sweetest of girls,” I tell her as I pour the chilled wine into her glass.

“Oh, you stop,” She bashfully waves her hand toward me.

I glance at her with a smirk cemented across my face.

“Here you go, darling,” I slide the glass across the bar to her.

I give her a second to take a sip, and I can hear the quiet hum telling me that the wine is what she was hoping for.

“Actually,” I start, “I’d like to introduce you to someone. I think you would get along a little too well.”

I look over to Linda, who has taken a break from flirting with Daniel for a moment so he can get some work done. Waving her over, she grabs her bag and downs the rest of her drink before walking around to Miss Eleanor and me.

“Linda, this is Eleanor.” I introduce them and watch as they start to make small talk.

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“Where are my boys?” Mom asks loudly.

Somehow, we all heard her over the chatter of the bar. Sam was already closest to her, so he wrapped her up in a hug first.

“I’m getting too old to be out this late, Buttercup,” she tells him.

“Ma, it’s only 10 PM,”

“I know, I know,” she says, patting his chest gently.

Reaching out for Josh, who’s coming in hot for a hug. Wrapping her tightly and rocking her back and forth.

“I love you,” Josh spoke with an inside voice. Something about our mom brought him down to earth.

“Oh, I love you so much, Sunshine,” Mom leans back, holding him at arm’s length, “You did a fantastic job decorating.”

“Thank you, Mama,” he mumbles, pulling her back for another hug.

“Alright, where’s my extra son?” She looks around for a moment before making eye contact with Daniel. She waves him down, watching the smile creep onto his face as he approaches her.

“Oh, my sweet little dumpling,” She has always had a soft spot for him, “I would never leave without a big hug from you.” She pulls him into a bear hug, rubbing his back a few times.

“Missed you so much,” He can’t help the giggle that comes from him at the pet name he gained as a child.

I stand there watching my brothers both say goodbye to our Dad, giving him quick hugs per usual. Dad was never one for the emotional situations, but he’s loosened up over the years. Looking over at me, he gestures for me to go to him.

“I know we’ll see you guys in the morning,” he starts, looking down at the floor with his hands tucked in his pockets, “But I just want you to know. I really am proud of you, kid.”

He looks back up at me, and his eyes look like they’re struggling to fight the emotion.

“Thank you,” Without a second thought, I wrap my arms around him.

He pats my back a few times before pulling away from the hug, “I can tell how much this place means to you, and I’m just so happy for you.”

He points behind me, letting out a small laugh.

I can hardly turn around before being bombarded by my mother.

“I’m glad you made it for the opening night,” I whisper.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss this,” She whispers back, pressing a few kisses to my cheek, “Can’t tell you enough how proud I am,”

I place a kiss on the side of her head, “I love you, Mum.”

I let Sam walk our parents out, returning to my place behind the bar. Happily watching Josh mingle with customers, it’s nice to see him existing in an environment that suits him. He just beams when he gets to be social and himself; Josh is much too loud and animated for his current job, and he needs something like this.

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“We’ll be back for sure!” rings through the bar as the last patrons walk out.

Pulling the doors shut and locking us in, I spin on my heels to face Josh, Sam, and Daniel. We all just stare at each other for a few seconds, even though it feels longer, and we cannot contain the laughter of disbelief. We did it… I did it.

Josh quickly closes the distance between us, pulling me into a hug. Being twins has created a very different bond; he’s my best friend. I don’t think I would have had the courage to purchase the bar if it hadn’t been for him in my ear reminding me that I could do it.

“I just want you to know that,” Josh starts, “I’m so proud of you, and I will always be here to help you, even if you don’t want to ask for it,” his voice shakes slightly.

“Thanks, bub. I love you,” squeezing Josh one more time. I hope he knows I’m always ready to do the same for him.

“I think this calls for celebration, don’t you?” Daniel asks, walking over to us holding beers.

“Cheers!” I holler, raising my beer for everyone to join. We all share a well-deserved celebratory moment after the last six months.

I grab a towel from behind the bar, walking back to one of the tables where Sam collects cans and glasses.

“Isn’t this what Dad used to play all the time in the car?” Sam asks while I’m wiping down the table. I listen a little more closely, realizing it’s absolutely one of our dad’s favorite songs.

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds,”

We sing along as it plays, laughing hard as I whip Sam with the towel. He flips me off before walking away with a few glasses in his other hand.

We all slowly cleaned and serenaded each other, which made us giggle like a bunch of little kids.

“Workin’ on our night moves,”

Josh sings dramatically, holding his half-drunk beer like a microphone.

“Mmmm, in the sweet summertime”

This time, he leaned over to me so we could sing together, just like we used to as kids in the back seat.

“We were just young, restless, and bored,” Daniel sings as he walks from the back room.

Suddenly, the piano starts ringing through the bar, and we all find Sam playing along with the jukebox. I’ll let it slide since he was incredibly helpful today.

“And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods.”

I finish gathering all the trash and tossing the bags near the back door. Josh still plugging away, cleaning all the glasses while serenading us all.

“And I waited on the thunder,” I sing, turning to point at Josh, knowing that he will absolutely know what to do next.

As expected, Josh belts out the line, “Waited on the thunder.” he always had a way of making the entire room laugh.

“When you just don't seem to have as much to lose.”

I prop open the back door to bring the trash out. A robust and crisp breeze envelopes me. It smells like it could snow.

“Strange how the night moves

With autumn closin' in”

I take a deep breath. The cold air is refreshing after a long night. After tossing the trash, I walk back inside to the sound of hysterical laughter. The three of them bent over in a fit of giggles as they all yelled the backing vocals.

“(Night moves) I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember.”

In the moment, I think to myself, If you can’t beat em, join em. I drape my arm over Josh’s shoulders as I shout with them. Giving him a double pat on his chest as we all laugh together.

“Alright, boys, let’s go home,” I tell them in my finest English accent.

I make my way over to the door, holding it open for them to file through. I took one last glance over to make sure we took care of everything.

“I remember, I remember,” I sing under my breath, flipping the lights off.

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Book 1 of the series; Sam x Willa (Fem OC)

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Saying Sorry (Steve X You)

A/N: My valentines gift to you. I've been thinking it's been awhile since I've created a series with just Steve and for some reason I'm crushing on season one King Steve so alas...I bare you this. I definitely have an idea of where I want this to go and I hope y'all like it so we can go through it together :)

The title and the idea came from a song I was listening to. Like I said I've been listening to my emo music more so lol

Warnings: Smut for sure. The reader does get assaulted but its very brief ( she is smacked) and Steve swoops in to save the day. These two are childhood friends who grow apart. The reader has rumors being spread about her (calling her a slut and cheap) .

Word Count: 4710

You and Steve had known each other since you were kids growing up in Hawkins. The first time you met him was in kindergarten on the playground. He was extremely shy, sitting by himself in a nook within the jungle gym.

“Why are you hiding?” He jumps at the sound of your voice.

“I’m not hiding! I just… I don’t know anyone yet.”

“Okaaaay. How are you going to meet anyone though if you don’t talk to people?”

“Well, I’m meeting you.”

When you smile at him, he returns it with a little one of his own as you sit down beside him.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Steve.”

He was incredibly sweet and kind. On valentine’s day he brought you a card that he had made with your favorite candy tapped inside. During nap time, he would lay beside you and the teacher would always end up separating you two because you couldn’t stop giggling. On your birthday, you invited him to your house for a sleep over. Your mom was surprised when he showed up alone without his parents.

“Steve, honey, where’s your mom or dad? I was hoping to meet them and introduce myself.”

“Um, my dad is at a meeting and…I don’t know where my mom is. She left before I did.”

Your mom looks at him with concern before she sighs.

That night you two created a little fort out of blankets in your room and curled up underneath it in sperate sleeping bags.

“Is it normal for you to be alone at home?”, you ask turning to lay on your side to face him.

“Yeah. Usually there’s a nanny or housekeeper that looks after me but after they leave sometimes my mom and dad leave to.”

“Is it lonely?” Steve doesn’t respond instead turning his eyes to the floor. “Well…you can come over here anytime you want!”

He grins at you and you can’t help but giggle.

“Kids, go to bed! It’s after midnight!” You both laugh as your dad shouts from down the hall.

As you two grew up, you started growing closer with him becoming your best friend and you his. In middle school, your bodies started changing and Steve seemed a bit more focused on his appearance.

“How’s my hair? Does it look good?”

“Steve! Calm down.”, you laugh at him. “Your hair looks perfect as always. Don’t be so nervous!”

“How can you be so relaxed? Aren’t you nervous?”

You and Steve were going on a double date with some of the other kids from school. He had a huge crush on a girl from his English class but was so scared of messing things up. You offered to go with him with one of the guys who had been flirting with you to ease his mind.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I don’t really like Travis all that much. I mean I like him but not like…you know?”

He softly smiles as he continues to run his fingers through his hair. “Not one bit.”

You gently reach for his hand and smooth the mess he made on top of his head. “Steve, you have no reason to be nervous. You are a great guy and if Jennifer doesn’t realize that well then fuck her.”

He cackles at your curse as he pulls you into a hug. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

After the date that night, you noticed a change in him. It was very small but noticeable to you especially when he called you up after your mom dropped him off back at his house.

“See? I told you there was nothing to worry about!”

“Yeah, it was weird though. I’ve never actually kissed a girl before.”

“Did you like it?”

“I did.” You heard his smile through the phone. “She said something before that didn’t make sense. She said that you and I shouldn’t be friends.”

“What?! Why?”

“She said you’re a bit of a…a dork.” He panicked at your silence. “Which is stupid because, obviously, you aren’t and even if you were you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. I love you and you’re my best friend.”

“What did you say when she said that?”

“I didn’t get a chance to say anything because she kissed me.”

“I should kick her ass.”

He laughs, breathing a sigh of relief at your sarcastic tone. “No! No ass beating. Like you said…fuck her, right?”

As soon as you became freshman, that’s when the drastic changes happened. He stopped coming over to your house and hanging out with you at school. You used to sit together at lunch but you found yourself eating alone while he sat on the opposite end of the cafeteria with the popular kids.

You called his house and either no one picked up or his mom said he wasn’t home.

“I’m sorry, Leslie. He isn’t here.”, his dad’s gruff tone hits your ears.

“It’s Y/N and do you know where he is?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. No, I don’t. I think he went out with some girl from the cheerleading squad. Look, I really have to go. Can I take a message?”

You hung up the phone in frustration.

Your final straw was when he didn’t show up for your birthday. You and Steve had spent every year together on that day. Your parents would get a cake, order food, and you guys would stay up watching movies till you fell asleep. It had been weeks since you heard from him but you thought at least he would be here for this.

You pound on his door with your fist for what feels like forever until he finally answers. His hair is disheveled and his lips are stained with a nice shade of red lipstick.

“Y/N. Hey. I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment—”

“Where were you?!”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Steve, do you know what today is?”

He steps forward, quietly closing the front door behind him. “Y/N, I really can’t do this right now. Can we talk about this later—”

“WHEN?! When can we talk about it? You’re never home and you don’t answer my calls. I never see you at school and we don’t hang out anymore. When should we talk?!”

“I’m not going to apologize for being busy with school and living my life. I’m sorry we don’t spend as much time together but I made some new friends. It’s not just me and you anymore.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole. You really think these ‘friends’ give a damn about you? All they care about is your money and good looks!”

“You’re just jealous because I’m hanging out with the popular group and you’re not! You’re just a fucking poor, pathetic dork who has no friends other than me!”

Steve watched through your eyes as your heart broke. “Wow. Thank you for showing me who Steve Harrington really is. Happy Birthday to me, I guess.”

His eyes closed as he came to the realization of what today was. “Y/N, shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean…I—”

“No. Don’t worry about it, Harrington. It’s all good.”

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It had been two years since then and you were both juniors now. Steve had steadily rose to the king of Hawkins high, becoming a jock and making all the ladies swoon. You flew under the radar as best you could with a 4.0 GPA and a style that everyone compared to Joan Jett. You both had basically become night and day.

He heard rumors about you but did nothing to dispel them.

“Does she think she’s cool wearing those ratty, torn up clothes and boots? Please. Probably hiding the fact that her family can barely afford to keep their house let alone some new clothes.”

“I heard she fucks boys under the bleachers if they give her $20 bucks. She’s cheap!”

“Oh my god. That’s most likely why she has all those As!”

The rumors you heard about him were a bit more factual and kept you up to date on what was going on in his life.

“Steve is taking out Tammie tonight. Five bucks he takes her to lover’s lake!”

“I heard he’s failing physics but the teacher passes him anyway so he can play basketball. Lucky bastard.”

“Steve Harrington is throwing a party at his house. His dad just made a killer deal so he’s flying his mom to Hawaii to celebrate. Empty house with a ton of booze!”

You did everything you could to avoid interactions with him and with your different social circles that wasn’t hard but some days you were thrown a curve ball. This morning happened to be one of those days. As you walked to your locker, you heard a loud crash next to you as Tommy leaned against them.

“Hey Y/N. How are you this beautiful morning?”

“I was having a great morning until you opened you mouth.”, you threw him a fake smile as you slammed your locker closed.

“Well, that’s not very nice.” His girlfriend Carol blocked your path to keep you from leaving. “Someone not have their morning coffee? Probably time to find some new clients to fuck so you can afford that.”

“Oh, they’ve escalated to clients now. The rumor mill continues to be amusing. Now, get out of my way.”

“Ah ah. We just wanted to talk to you and see how you were. This is no way to treat your friends.”

“You are not and will never be my friends.”, you glare at them.

“What’s going on?” Steve sauntered slowly up to his friends, his face contorting slightly when he sees you. “Tommy. Carol. Come on. We’re going to be late for class.”

“Better run along and do what your king says.”, you sneer at them.

He stops, slowly turning around as he snickers. “You know what? Maybe we should stay. I heard you guys when I came up. She definitely needs to be nice to you. It’s not like she has any other friends.”

“Kind of like a kid I used to know back in elementary school.” They all laugh, making faces like you said the stupidest thing they had ever heard…but not Steve. His breathing staggered at the memory of you befriending him when he had no one. “Leave me alone.”

He sighed, gripping Tommy’s arm and pushing him down the hallway.

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“Hey. You okay? I heard Steve Harrington tried to put you in your place today.”

You did actually have friends; they were just invisible to the popular kids. Carrie had become one of your closest but you could never bring yourself to tell her about your past with the boy in question. Honestly, it just hurt too much.

“I swear to God I hate this school.”, you mumble. “Yes, I’m okay and no he didn’t. Like he even could.”

She chuckles as she throws herself in the chair next to yours at your lunch table. “He’s having a party tonight. We should crash it.”

“That…is the worst idea you have ever had.”, you smile at her.

“Oh, come on! We’ve never gone to one and it’s not like we’ll see him. He’ll be too busy grinding on some cheerleader.”

“See, I don’t understand how that’s common knowledge but I’m the whore!”

She grins as she pulls you to her shoulder and rests her head on yours. “You are not a whore. You are beautiful, perfect, and one of my closest friends. Also, I heard that Andrew will be there.”

You both giggle, sitting like that together until you give in and finally agree.

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It had been so long since you had been in Steve’s house. Not a whole lot had changed except for a few more expensive items you didn’t remember being there before. The bass was beating through the entire home as everyone danced and drank.

“Carrie, I think we made a mistake!”

“It’s party, Y/N! Have a drink and dance! I’ll be right back!” With that, she was gone. A heavy exhale escaped your lips as you went outside to find some peace and quiet. You grinned when you noticed the pool in the backyard, remembering the summers you and Steve spent in there.

“Steve! I can’t swim. I’m scared.” Your little voice shook as you stood on the steps in the water.

He effortlessly glides towards you before standing up and taking both your hands in his. “You have no reason to be afraid, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” He chuckles as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hey! It’s ok. Do you trust me?”

You look up into his big brown eyes as his smile shines confidently down at you.

“Of course.”

“Hey, Y/N! Carrie said you were around here somewhere.” Andrew grins as he comes up beside you.

“Did she? Because I have completely lost her.”

He laughs at your sass. “She said you were funny.”

“Hey Andrew.” Steve’s voice comes up from behind you.

“Sup, Harrington. Pretty good party you got going on here.” The boy grins as he takes a sip from the cup in his hand.

“Thanks, hey, do you mind if I talk with Y/N really quick?”

You were startled by his question. Wasn’t he just an asshole to you this morning? Is he going to be snarky again because you showed up to his house unannounced? Andrew nodded and backed away so you two could talk.

“Look, I know you fucking hate me but—”

“I don’t hate you. I would have to care to do that.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he sighs. “Yeah, okay, whatever. You’re a badass. Good for you. Now, listen to me. You need to stay away from him.”

“From Andrew? Why?”

“He has a reputation for being…rough.”

“Oh, good. Well, I have a reputation for being a slut so we’ll get along nicely.”

His eyes narrow down at your snarky tone. “Whether you are or not, doesn’t fucking matter to me. I don’t know you anymore but I know him. Trust me.”

“You’re right. You don’t know me anymore and I definitely don’t fucking trust you. You have no right to pretend like you care about me or my well-being, your highness!”

“Fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You scoff at him as you turn and grab Andrew’s arm, leading him inside the house.

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You and Andrew found a corner in the living room that was quiet enough for you two to talk. Honestly, after a few minutes, you found yourself bored and zoning out. All he wanted to talk about was the baseball team and their stats.

“Wow, Andrew, as fascinating as this is, I have to go find Carrie now and head home.”

“What? No.”, he whines and you cringe at the sight.

“Yes, unfortunately, it is late so…”

Abruptly, his hand wraps around your bicep as you start to stand and he pulls you back down towards the sofa you had been sitting on.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s not play games here. You don’t have to go home yet. I think you just don’t care about this kind of foreplay.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, the whole get to know you thing. I can respect that.” His body starts to press against you, leaning you back against the cushions.

“Andrew, no.” You try to push him with your palm but he swats it away.

“You don’t have to pretend with me. I know what you’re into. I can even pay you double whatever you normally charge.” Andrew’s lips find their way to your neck and with all the strength you can muster, you lift your leg and kick him in the groin.

He howls in pain as you push him off of you. “You’re disgusting!”

As you start to run away from him, he chases after you, grabbing your arm again to turn you around and slap you hard across the face.

Suddenly forceful hands are pulling his off of you and pushing Andrew backwards.

“Get out of my house.” Steve’s voice bellows well over the music causing some heads to turn towards him.

“That bitch started it!”

“And I’m finishing it. Now if I have to say it again it won’t be nicely. Get. Out.”

Andrew grumbles something under his breath as he stomps out the front door. Steve grabs your hand, pulling you up the stairs, and into his closed off bedroom. As soon as the door shuts, his hands cup your cheeks as he looks over your face.

“Are you okay?” You were still in a state of shock as your eyes scanned around his room. “Focus, Y/N! Look at me. Are you okay?”

You broke as your head fell into his chest and you cried. He stumbled back at first, completely thrown off guard before his arms slowly wrapped around you, holding you to him. Steve closed his eyes and sighed when he felt your hands shaking against his back.

“Everything’s okay. He’s gone. You’re safe here.”, he whispers.

“Am I?” Something ignites inside of you as you push him away from you. “You don’t give a damn about me, Harrington and don’t pretend like you do just because you played hero!”

“Hey, I warned you he was an asshole! But no, still as fucking stubborn as ever. You’re lucky I was in the house!”

“Fuck you! I could have handled it!”

“I can’t believe this. You’re actually upset with me right now for helping you!”

“No, I’m upset because I’m in this fucking house talking to you!”

As he prepares to fire back, your chin falls to your chest. Your shoulders shake as you cry again.

Steve hates seeing you like this and it makes him feel even more protective.

“Do you…do you want me to find your friend so she can take you home?”

You wipe your eyes before meeting his. “No, I’ll just, um, walk. It’s not a big deal.”

“Y/N, please, at least let me drive you.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to leave your guests.” You fly past him to open the door. “Thank you for what you did. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

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“Steve! Oh my god!” Your mom excitedly wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Thank you for asking.”, he grins. “Is Y/N here?”

“Yes, she is. Maybe you can help make her feel better. She been upstairs in her room all day. I’m about to go meet her dad at that little get together thing they are doing downtown. We invited her but”, she shrugs.

Steve holds the front door open for her as she leaves before heading up to your room. It’s only been two years but it still amazes him how your house looks the same. When he knocks on the door, your voice echoes through from the other side.

“Mom, I said I’m fine! Oh…” You pause when you see him in your doorway.

“Your mom let me in. I, um, came over to check on you after what happened.”

“Well, Harrington, thank you but like I said, I’m fine.”

“Please, Y/N. Don’t be so difficult. I’m trying here.”

You smile sarcastically as you turn towards him. “I’m sorry, sire. What’s difficult for you? The fact that you haven’t spoken to me in over two years or pretending like you care how I’m feeling?”

“First of all, YOU stopped speaking to ME.”

“Oh please! I lost you even before freshman year. Your only concern was that everyone liked you and thought you were cool!”

“Apparently so was yours! Don’t give me that look. I hear what people say. About how you open your legs for any man at the right price!”

“You’re still such a fucking asshole!”

“If I’m such an asshole than why did I pull Andrew off of you? Why did I follow you around that fucking party making sure you were okay because your stubborn ass didn’t want to heed my warning!? Why am I here right now?!”

“You followed me around?”

“Yes.”, he sighed as he placed his hands on his hips. “I know we don’t talk anymore but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Unless it’s your doing?” He looks at you completely confused. “Steve… you were the worst thing to ever happen to me. No one has ever hurt me the way you did. Even before that you were slowly slipping away and there was nothing I could do. I miss the kid I grew up with. I don’t know who the fuck you are now.”

“Y/N…I”, he pauses as he tries to gather his thoughts. “I’m not the same shy, weird kid you met in the jungle gym in kindergarten. I have a life and more friends, things like that. I changed. It happens.”

“Welp, thank you for that rousing speech.”

“I swear to fucking God!”, he growls as he walks over to you till his face is close to yours. “You’re so—”

“Fucking stubborn. I know! Now get out of my house and leave me alone!”

“Make me.” Steve’s tone was low, revibrating through his chest.

It had been so long since you had seen him especially this close to you. You took note of the light stubble that dusted along his jawline and above his lip. His lips themselves had plumped out a bit more since middle school and his eyes had aged in the way a mans would when they leave adolescence. Growing up, you two had been relatively the same height but right now he towered significantly above you. He was right; he definitely wasn’t the same kid you had met.

While you were studying him, he was also scanning over you. Your eyes were angry but he could still see the kindness within them that befriend him. You smelled like you had just recently took a shower as the strong floral scent filled his nostrils. Your lips were fuller even now as they pouted out. He would give anything to see you smile again.

Steve’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck to bring your mouth to his. It was light at first, both your lips just pressed together but as he started to pull away you quickly grabbed his face with your hands tugging him back to you.

Passion took over reason as he walked you towards your bed. As soon as the back of your knees hit the mattress, you pause to lift up his shirt before tugging away at your own. Steve’s lips trail down your cheek to your neck as he fumbles with his belt.

You rapidly remove your pants as his own fall to the floor with a loud clank. He picks you up, holding you by your thighs as he carefully places you down on the mattress.

After removing his boxers, he reaches for your panties, violently pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.

“Steve, Steve. Hang on.”, you pant. He doesn’t acknowledge you, grinding his hips with yours. You moan when you feel his cock rub against your pussy lips.

“Steve. I just want…need you to know. Those rumors aren’t true. I’ve only been with one other person.”

His eyes lock with yours as he spits in his hand and rubs it into your cunt making you moan. He grips his length and watches your face as he guides it into your entrance. Steve doesn’t give you much time to adjust to him as he pushes deeper into you before pulling out and pressing into you again.

“Fuck. Oh my god.”, you whimpered at the feeling.

“Jesus fucking Christ”, he whispers as his head falls back into the nook of your neck. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He thrusts into you at a steady pace as you pressed him closer to you. You knew you missed him but feeling him against you like this fully reminded you how much. All the memories you two had shared came flooding back and it broke your heart all over again. You needed to push those memories as far away as you could. They hurt too much.

“Harder, Steve. Please.”

Again, there was no acknowledgement from him besides him doing as you asked. You fingers clung to his hair as he sucked on your neck. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room and you craned your neck to the side to find his lips.

Steve obliged and you mewled at the taste of him. When your hands reached up to hold his shoulders, he pulled away, staring down at you as he felt your pussy tighten around him. He thought to himself how beautiful you were underneath him like this. He really did miss you but… what would the other kids say? When his dad was being a dick he used to run to you but now with his status he had more friends and vices he can utilize to numb that pain.

In his house he was nothing but in school he was a king. People practically worshipped him. So what, he had to pretend to like things he didn’t or act like an asshole at times to get what he needed. They were his family now.

“Why are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding!”

“I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Steve pushed back memories of his own as his rhythm picked up, thrusting into you till you came moaning his name repeatedly. His cheek pressed against yours as he chased his own release. The sound of him grunting filled your ears until he hastily pulled out, pumping his cock over your stomach until ropes of his seed landed on your skin.

His forehead fell on yours as his arm came back up on his side to steady himself. You both panted into each other’s face, trying to catch your breath.

“Steve. Look at me.”, you whispered. His brown eyes found your own and he let out a pleasurable sigh when your hand caressed his cheek. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

He silently nodded, reaching towards your bedside table to grab a tissue before cleaning your tummy and tossing it into the wastebin. Steve rolled onto his back, staring up at your ceiling.

“Y/N?”, his small hands knock on your door as he pushes it open. “You weren’t in class today and Mrs. Link said you were sick. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Your back was to him as you lay quietly in your bed. He shuffles around to the opposite side as you bury your face in your pillow.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Steve kicks off his sneakers and lays down beside you. As he pushes your shoulder back, he notices the tears that were streaming down your face.

“Tommy told all the sixth graders that I’m ugly trash.”

His nostrils flared in anger. “I’m going to kick his ass next time I see him!” He suddenly panics as you start to cry again. “Y/N, you aren’t trash and you’re not ugly. I think you’re…you’re one of the prettiest girls I have ever met.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you laugh. “Thank you. I appreciate you saying that.”

“I mean it! You’re pretty like the girl in that space movie we saw at the theater. With the…” He makes twisting motions on the side of his head near his hair.”

“Leia?”, you giggle.

“Yeah! Princess Leia.” He smiles as you start to brighten up.

“Thank you for coming over to check on me.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend.”

Steve turned his head to look at you and noticed your back was facing him. Your breathing was steady so he figured you had fallen asleep. As he picked up the covers to get out of bed and grab his clothes, something possessed him to change his mind. Instead of pulling them off, he tugged the sheets further over his waist as he slid his body closer to you. His arm wrapped around yours as he tenderly kissed your shoulder, falling asleep beside you.

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve x y/n #joe keery #joe keery smut #joe keery fluff #joe keery fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #fan fiction #friends to lovers #Spotify

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cryptid-moone · 1 year

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No I’m serious he needs a good cry and a hug from his parents why did they just never mention the-

OK OK so my thing is, why did the game just brush over the like- 32 hours (give or take im making half this shit up) Wilbur spent fixing the timeline??? Like yeah I get it’s supposed to be a goofy fun silly game but ??????? I’m 100 percent sure no 13 year old would be completely anxiety free during all this like Wilbur was 🤨

Anyways more hcs but this time is just Wilbur:

•he’s actually closer to Talulla than Lazlo

Idk I feel like they bond pretty well as the dramatic(er) family members, plus talulla seems like that cousin who just vibes with the younger kids in the family

•”I’ll put all my feelings right here, then I’ll die.” He’s the gifted kid burnout

No because he was fr willing to run around alone in lava ass city instead of asking his parents for help, if that is not some “I need to be independent” thought train. Plus as the gifted kid/sibling I look at this kid and think to myself, “you’re a burnout 🤨”

• He was/is a bolt mega fan

Penny was his celebrity crush before captain time travel, she’s low-key the reason he’s so, adventurous and “cool” (he is cool but ok that’s a whole persona)

•he angry cries (see picture)

No because I’ve said this like 10 times but, how did he:

1. Almost die in a pyramid

2. Fuck up the time stream (1)

3. Fight multiple iron giant head ass robots

4. Help civilians around magma city

4.5. Fight mega Doris (that bitch)

5. Go back in time

6. Witness his future father interact with his present time family without anyone besides him and CARL knowing the truth

7. Watch Carl DIE

8. DIE HIMSELF

9. COME BACK TO LIFE

And be completely chill????? Rubs eyes omg

Anywho the game soundtrack is fire I think there should’ve been an extra cutscene where he gets to hug his parents and just be happy everyone is alive HAHAHA

#mtr #meet the robinsons #wilbur robinson #Wilbur #cries very hard you don’t understand #anywho #late night posting #also if you’re telling me Cornelius didn’t remember watching his son die #you are a liar #I need that sequel I need them to TALK ABOUT IT PLEASE #If Disney won’t do it I’ll do it myself

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captainpains · 8 months

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Thorn In my Side (Commander Fox x reader)

I am getting real experimental now lol. I have a weird sense of humor. For my @clonexreaderbingo bingo card. Enjoy this Foxy fic

Prompt: Fox

Warnings: gn reader, swearing, forced proximity, scheming, this feels kinda like crack fic, short

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Poor Commander Fox.

Poor Commander Fox was overworked and underappreciated.

Thorn and the other members of the Coursant Guard were very concerned for their commander. He was being worked to the bone by the chancellor, refusing to delegate such delicate work. He wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, living off of caf. Fox was also snapping at his fellow guardsmen.

“Thorn! You were supposed to run the evacuation drill at 1000 hours. Tell me why it did not run until 1030 hours?!?”

“Sir, the prison riot took most of the squad that I was—“

“I don’t–ugh! I’m sorry, Thorn. The chancellor is just on my ass about…everything!” Fox put his face in his hands and let out a groan.

“You know that you have Stone and I to help you. Right?” Thorn said, placing a cup of caf on Fox’s desk. “You don’t need to work yourself to death. Ya know, maybe you should take a break. Get some sleep, lord knows you’ve been up for a week straight.”

“I’m sorry. But-”

“No buts sir. You are going to let us help you-”

“No, I-”

“Look, vod, we can do this the easy way. Or we can do this the hard way.”

Fox snorted. “Give me your worst.”

“So, be it.”

—-------

Thorn decided to bring out the big guns for this operation. And, that was a pretty face that Fox notoriously couldn’t say not to.

You.

A media representative that worked closely with the senate to bring the people of the republic the most reliable news about the laws, state of the union, and status on the war. It also happened that you interviewed the Coruscant Guard several times about the war and disasters on Coruscant. The commander also had quite a soft spot for you, especially after you brought him caf.

So, with the insistence of Thorn, you went to visit the commander. He had encouraged you to dress hot. Which really meant that he wanted you to literally seduce his boss out of the office. Now that felt like something out of a bad holonovel, but who were you to judge his plan?

So, like the seducter that you were, you dressed yourself in the most flattering outfit you had and grabbed a cup of coffee before heading over to the guard’s barracks. When you got to Fox’s office, you checked your appearance in a nearby mirror before you knocked on the door.

“Go away Thorn!” Fox yelled.

“I’ve come bearing a gift!” You replied.

You heard a grumble, then the door opened.

Fox looked like battered shit. Thorn wasn’t kidding when he said the commander was looking worse for where. He had large bags underneath his eyes and an extremely tired expression on his face.

“Wow, Thorn was right.” You humored, “You look like battered shit.”

Fox grumbled, giving you the side eye as he took the cup. After taking a sip of caf, he seemed to straighten up a bit. He then mumbled a thanks and slammed the door in your face.

—------

“So yeah, your plan didn’t work.”

“Oh come on!” Thorn yelled, followed by a frustrated groan. “It was supposed to be fool proof.”

“I don’t think you accounted for how much Fox hates stopping when he’s in the middle of something…”

“So we just need to stop him before he starts his work for the day.” Stone added.

Thorn got a devilish look on his face as he formulated a new plan. While you were both skeptical, you and Stone agreed, for Fox’s sake.

So that’s how you ended up locked in a closet with Commander Fox. You pretended to be looking for something and asked for his help getting something from the top shelf. Then Stone walked by and locked the closet from the outside. The good thing is that you chose a larger storage closet for this, or else you would’ve been crushed against him.

“Well, at least you get a little break while we’re stuck in here…” You awkwardly joked.

Fox looked at you unamused. He was kinda cute when he was stressed, but he was so much better to be around when he wasn’t. Which is why any of you agreed to Thorn’s silly plans in the first place. But you all cared about him and hated to see him worked to bone.

“I know all of you were working together, but this feels like such a low blow.” Fox sighed.

“Well, we wouldn’t have to if you fucking spread your work out amongst the other commanders. There are three of you for a reason.”

“But I can’t do that to them…”

“The work wouldn’t be as hard if you had help.” You reasoned, reaching up to caress the cheek of his helmet.

Fox seemed to lean into the touch, before he reached up and grabbed your hand. He pulled it away, settling on holding your hand in his. He smiled a bit under his helmet. There was a feeling of warmth that he couldn’t quite describe. No matter how much of a thorn in his side the constant nagging about his well being was.

Commander Fox couldn’t deny that it was nice to have people that cared about him around.

#star wars #commander fox #commander fox x reader #coruscant guard #fox x reader #cfb2023

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hanmasghost · 2 years

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Hello if I may request a kisaki with 2 twin little brothers who are in 5th grade or middle school ?

“Little Twins”

400 Special

Authors Note:

Hehehe👹 I love Kisaki please let me write for him more omg

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): Kisaki content^^, ooc(?), au(?)

HCs

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

❥ Ah yes.. {Reader} and {Name}… the two lovable little snot filled shits that Kisaki is left with 24/7

❥ {Reader}? No I think you mean Thing One

❥ {Name}? No I think you mean Thing Two

❥ God really said “fuck you Kisaki, have yourself two brothers who are just copy and paste versions of the other where you can’t tell who is who!”

-literally. Same voice, same face, same hair, same everything!

-only way he knows the difference between you two is that one of you has a sweet tooth and the other craves spicy food, which means he always has to carry sweet and spicy candy…

❥ Hates when you guys talk at the same time

- Like what kind of fuckery did you guys do to be able to do that?!

❥ How THE FUCK are you guys only 10!? Shouldnt ten year olds be picking their nose and play with cars!? Not annoying Kisaki and fucking with his gang life!

❥ Constantly bribed you guys to stay home with ice cream and XBOX games

- His poor wallet</3

❥ Hanma adores you guys

- You’re his siblings now, fuck you Kisaki

- Kisaki watches in jealousy when Hanma picks you both up in his arms and gives you both piggybacks… that should be his job >:[

❥ Probably taught you guys how to steal just for a one time thing and now you both just go around straight up pulling that “ahh I’m sorry for running into you sir! Please don’t tell my mom” while the other steals his wallet and watch bs

- Hanma finds it amusing. Kisaki does not. Why? Cause sometimes you both get caught and HE has to get you both out of it.

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“You little shits!” Kisaki heard as he walked out of the froyo shop with a tray holding 3 cups of frozen yogurt.

He looked around for his little brothers but they were not where he left them.

Kisaki sighed, now assuming that the yelling of the man he heard was towards his brothers, and that they somehow got themselves into trouble… again. It wouldn’t be the first, not even the fourth time this happened.

Walking to where he heard the shout of the man he found himself looking at a man in a suit, possibly 6’ ft or over, with black hair and grey eyes holding the wrists of his little brothers, one in each of his hands.

Kisaki balanced the yogurt tray in one hand as he grabbed his wallet, getting ready to pay the man for the trouble the twins had caused.

“Excuse me.” Kisaki said, gaining the attention of the man and his brothers. “Sorry about my brothers, they’re… quite troublesome.”

“Yeah no shit! They tried to steal my watch!” The business looking man spat.

“How much?” The man gave Kisaki a look of questioning, asking him what he meant.

Sighing, Kisaki repeated himself. “How much for the trouble?”

“You can possibly pay me for the trouble they caused! I’ve called the police! These thieves are going to jail!”

“2k?”

“I said..” the man let go of {Names}’s wrist as he slapped the tray of frozen yogurt Kisaki held upwards.

Kisaki, with his now free hand, wiped the yogurt off his face and chest.

Pulling out a several, and I mean several, 100 bills from his wallet he snatched his other brother away from the man and threw the money at him. “Keep the change. Maybe use it to fix your attitude?” The little twins following behind Kisaki hastily.

Kisaki heard the man yell something, but he didn’t care. He was too annoyed to care. Who the hell tries to send two ten year olds to jail for a little thievery? Sure, it looked like an expensive watch but c’mon! They’re literally 10 and just stupid kids.

The twins each grabbed one of Kisaki’s hands.

Kisaki looked between the two, they didn’t normally just hold his hand… were they crying?!

“What’s wr-“

“We’re sorry big brother! We didn’t mean to get caught!” {Reader} interrupted.

“Yeah! We just wanted to get you a gift!” {Name} continued the apology.

“For what? It’s not even close to my birthday, or any holiday for that matter.”

“We just wanted to gift you for taking care of us… you’re always doing gang stuff but still make time for us…” {Name} explained, stopping to let {Reader} finish. “You also always buy us comfy clothes and stuff for school.. so we thought maybe we could get you something… ya know?”

Kisaki looked between the little twins. They were genuine.

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time today, Kisaki smiled slightly as he continued to walk down the streets and hold his little brothers hands.

He couldn’t get mad at that could he?… maybe most could, but he himself could not. After all, they were just being dumb kids enjoying their childhood.

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“Soo…” {Reader} looked at his twin brother mischievously as they sat on their respective beds in their room, as Kisaki had brought them both home half an hour ago. “Did you get it?”

{Name} dug through his pockets.

Grinning, {Name} pulled a shiny [golden]/[silver] watch out of them “hell yeah I did!” {Name} said as he held the watch out towards {Reader} with confidence.

{Reader} reached his hand out in a ‘gimmie’ motion. {Name} immediately threw it at his brother softly.

After catching the watch, {Reader} proceeded to inspect it. “Damnnnnn… this is nice!… though I think we may have to exchange it for something else.. otherwise big bro might recognize it and get upset at us for actually stealing it.”

{Name} nodded, “true.. big brother is pretty smart and observant so he would recognize it if we gave it to him as a gift..”

“So than what do we give him?”

{Name} came up with some ideas and started to speak them out, but he himself or {Reader} immediately dismissed the ideas thinking it was either too much, not enough, or just flat out not a good idea.

“How about we ask Hanma than?” They both exclaimed to the other.

“Jinx!”

“…. It’s gonna keep going like this huh?” They both said, immediately giving up on the whole jinx thing.

“Let’s just go find Hanma to help us.. he’ll probably know what big bro likes” {Reader} said as he pushed himself off his bed.

{Name} followed his brothers steps and pushed himself off of his own bed.

As they both set off to leave the two bedroom apartment and go find the tall male who constantly follows their brother around in hopes that he would know what to get their older brother and caretaker, they both failed to realize that Kisaki had been listening in the whole time after coming back with their frozen dessert.

Although a little peeved about the whole stealing thing, and not really caring if he got a gift or not, he was happy to know that his little brothers were dedicated to getting him something, and thought hard about getting something he’d actually like.

You two, his brothers, are his whole entire world an he cares for you guys, a lot, and he’s very happy to know you guys care about him too.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #kisaki fluff #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta x reader #x reader

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A restoration of faith

“The kid lifted up her Oxford shoes and mule-kicked her leg back in my shin.” pg. 2 Ha I love this kid already

“I’m up on North Avenue, and it’s after dark. I’m not leaving a nine-year-old girl out here by herself.” pg. 3 That’s a good way for the kid to be ACTUALLY KIDNAPPED

“What happened to your car?”

“Broke down this afternoon.” pg. 4 The Blue Beetle mention!

“It belongs on the set of El Dorando,” she snapped” pg. 5 Ha

“Sucker,” she called back, her voice merry.” pg. 7 Ha I love this kid so much spunk

Oh no a troll

Poor kid with neglectful parents

“A ten-year-old girl’s world should be full of music and giggling and notes and dolls and dreams-not harsh, barren, jaded reality.” pg. 13 Did Maggie have this? Before the Red Court Did Harry have this before his dad died?

“Her eyes were bright with excitement. “That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I want to be a wizard when I grow up.” pg. 22 Ha

“Hey thanks a lot of help, Officer”-I squinted down at her badge “Murphy.” pg. 22 Murphy! Holy cow Murphy attacks a troll. So cool

Vignette

“I have nightmares about Hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.” pg. 28 Ha

“Yeah. Advertising is all about lying” pg. 29 Ha and Bob’s not wrong

“You suck at lying, Harry. You really do.” pg. 29 Ha and yeah Harry isn’t great at lying

“Why do you do it?

I squinted up at the skull. “Because someone has to” pg. 30 Yep

Something Borrowed

“Oh for crying out loud, Dresden.” Billy said, his tone amused. “He’s just fitting the tux” pg. 32 Ha

Poor Kirby

“For one thing, this” she said, flicking a hand at me. Then she gave me a second, more evaluating look” pg. 37 Rude

“Billy put his face in his hands” pg. 39 Ha

“Once my mouth was open and my lips stared moving, it was pretty much inevitable.” pg. 40 Ha

“Don’t get paranoid Harry” pg. 42 Given Harry’s life I feel like he should be more paranoid

Oh no the apartment

Oh dear Bob and Murphy meet

Oh no Faeries

“A faerie has taken her place” pg. 49 Oh no

“THE WORST THING about being a wizard is all the presumption; people’s expectations.” pg. 51 That’s the worst thing?!? Really?

“I keep meaning to go back and fix that, but there’s never time

I had a marriage like that” pg. 52 Ha and which one?

“That’s why you have to be careful what you choose to Look at. I don’t like doing it, ever. You never know what it is you’ll See.” pg. 58 Harry knows that well

“I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me: It was a battle cry” pg. 59 Ha

The trust Murphy has to run into the fire

The pure force bridge is cool

Good thinking with the sprinklers

“Jenny Greenteeth would kill Murphy too” pg. 81 Oh no wait why am I oh no-ing I know Murph is going to be fine

“The next thing I knew, I was smashing my blasting rod down into Jenny Greenteeth, screaming incoherently and pounding as hard as I could.” pg. 82 Protective Harry

“For one second, for one teeny tiny instant, I felt her mouth move. I felt her head tilt, her lips soften, and my oh-so-professional CPR-just for a second, mind you-felt almost, almost like a kiss.” pg. 84 No that’s not how CPR works

It’s my birthday too

“I mean, you didn’t get my dad one, and you’re friends with him” pg. 91 Harry get your friends birthday gifts

“I’ve seen you two fight.” She lifted both pale eyebrows. “What? Have you seen how many brother and sisters I have? I know my siblings conflicts?” pg. 91 Ha

Oh no Thomas is in trouble no wait nevermind

I can’t tell if Harry would like LARP

“If you weren’t my brother, I’d probably tell you that you have some awfully nerdy hobbies” pg. 104 Ha and pot meet kettle

Oh no Molly

“The streetlights just went out” pg. 110 Oh no

“And then it went dead, along with the lights, the music playing on the speakers, and the constant blowing sigh of the heating system.” pg. 111 Oh no

Oh no Black Court

I love the Cobbs

Cool gravity spell

Nice job with the garlic

“First, anytime I’m not shooting my mouth off to a cliched, two-bit creature of the night like you, it’s because I’m up to something.” pg. 145 Ha

“Right after my dad died, they put me in an orphanage. It was Christmas time. On the television, they had a commercials for Rock’em Sock’em Robots. Two kids playing with them, you know? Two brothers” I shrugged. “That was a year when I really, really wanted to give those stupid plastic robots to my brother.”

“Because it would mean weren’t alone.” Thomas said quietly

“Yeah” I said “Sorry I forgot them. And happy birthday.”

He glanced back at the burning mall.

“Well,” my brother said, “I suppose it’s the thought that counts.” pg. 148 Aw my heart

Heorot

Gard and Harry bonding moments let’s go!

“Just basking in the glow of your compassion, Officer.” pg. 154 Ha

Caine is terrible

“I glowered at him. I’m not sure I could take it if my dog was smarter than me.” pg. 164 Ha

Caine starts a fight let’s see who wins

It’s just beer Caine needs to chill

“Marcone is behind this? That son of a bitch is going to be sorry he ever looked at that-“

pg. 169 Harry you should know Marcone better than that.

Also Marcone mention!

“Me and polite have never been on close term.” pg. 179 Ha

“It hunts in the wizard’s territory. The wizard will come to face it. The Erkling will give us great favor when we bring the wizards head.”

“Gosh. I felt famous” pg. 186 Ha

“Enough talk” pg. 189 Gard is going into a rage fun

Gard is a Valkyrie cool

“Then she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.” pg. 209 Whoa

Day off

Aw Harry’s playing D&D with the alphas

“Again with this decision.” Andi sighed “I mean I know he’s the actual wizard and all, but Christ.” pg. 212 Ha

“Sorry about your wraith, there, Darth Wannabe.” pg. 218 Ha

“I’m a-fixin to defend myself” I drawled, Texas-style.” pg. 218 Ha

“Molly,” I said, trying to be polite, “I can’t stand the sight of you. Go away.” pg. 222 Ha

An explosion happened and Harry didn’t cause it shocking I’m shocked

Kirby and Andi have fleas ha

“Mister the cat, appeared exactly as he always did” pg. 228 So cool

“Andi. Please don’t tell me that you and Kirby have been getting down while you were fuzzy” pg. 230 Why would they do that?

Molly set the lab on fire she’s taking after Harry

“At least it couldn’t get any worse.” pg. 233 Harry you know better than to say that

What a mess Harry shouldn’t take a day off.

Backup

Oh Thomas narrating

“He’s Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull” pg. 241 Ha

“He’ll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done.” pg. 241 Yeah that’s Harry alright

“My name is Thomas Raith and I’m a monster” pg. 242 No Thomas you’re not a monster :(

So there’s a secret Oblivion war going on

Lara people aren’t pets

The Hunger is terrifying

Justine!

Oh no Harry’s in trouble

Thomas can do magic!!!

“He’ll whip out some kind of half-divine, half-insane philosophy cobbled together from the words of saints and comic books about the importance of handling power responsibly.” pg. 258 Yep

“Harry’s a master of the skill-as in simultaneous doctorates from MIT, Harvard, and Yale and a masters from Oxford.” pg. 258 It’s interesting to see other people’s perspective and opinions on Harry

“Locks, though, never seemed to pose a much of an obstacle to my brother.” pg. 261 Ha

“Harry had occasionally accused me of being reckless and overconfident-which is, believe me, staggering magnitude.” pg. 267 Ha

“He’d turned into a neat freak a few years ago, for some reason, though he’d never talked about why.” pg. 269 Ha

“It’s a little bit creepy, actually. My brother’s got a voodoo doll of the entire town.” pg. 270 Ha

“I think that genuinely speaking, you don’t have secrets from your brother, man.” pg. 272 Yep unless you count the whole I didn’t tell you were brothers for awhile bit.

“Bob made a whistle sound.

What the hell? How? He doesn’t have lips?” pg. 275 Ha

The Oblivion War is scary

Aw Bob is protecting Harry

“Scratch one ghoul. My brother hates ghouls with a passion so pure it’s almost holy.” pg. 283 Yep it’s we deserved

“But the bitch had messed with my brother.” pg. 285 Protective Thomas

Thomas just feed the bad girl to his hunger

“Sometimes I feel completely unappreciated.”

I found myself smiling

“Wow” I said “what’s it like?” pg. 291 Ha

The Warrior

Aw Michael’s a coach

“I’m pretty sure there won’t ever be a place like that for me.” pg. 297 Aw Harry :( you’ll get a family home soon

“She had a bruise on her cheek a couple of days old.” pg. 299 Oh no why does the kid have a bruise on her face?

“Hi” I said, trying to be unthreatening as I could. I had limited success. Tall, severe-looking men in long black coats who need a shave are challenged that way.” pg. 299 Poor Harry

I love Harry interacting with Michael and Charity’s kids

“Let me poke around and shine a light on things, so we know what’s going on. If it turns out to be nothing, no harm done.”

“And if it isn’t?” Charity asked

“I kept a surge of quiet anger out of my voice and expression as I looked at her levelly. “No harm gets done to you and yours.” pg. 304 Yes protective Harry

“It’d take one he-uh, heck of a serious counter measure to stop me from finding it.” pg. 311 Ha

“I didn’t want to go off and leave…”

You

“The sword…”

Unprotected

“Here” I finished” pg. 311 Just your friends you’re worried about them Harry

I don’t think Chuck should be drunk and working especially if he’s a electrician

“I’ve been in burning buildings, man, and take it from me, this place…” I looked around at the wooden framework. “Fwoosh. I’m just saying Fwoosh.” pg. 321 Ha and you definitely caused those building fires Harry

“Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.” pg. 322 Ha

“I don’t blame myself,” I said.” pg. 324 That’s the biggest bold faced lie I’ve ever seen.

Yes you do Harry

Butters!

Oh someone in the church is behind it. A Fundamentalist maybe?

“Watching life through the window and obsessed with how things might have been”

“Dear God,” she said. “You’ve just made Dickens relevant to my life.”

“Weird, right?” pg. 341 Ha

Oh no Alicia

“The son of a bitch hurt my little girl.” pg. 352 Holy Cow Michael swore! :0

Yes Michael vs Douglass

“Michael,” I said, gently, “you can’t. If this is how it has to be, I’ll do it. But you can’t, man.” pg. 366 Is Harry saying he’s willing to murder so long as Micheal doesn’t

Uriel’s here

“Very kind,” he said and took a swig from the flask.” pg. 368 Uriel drinking alcohol

I love how Uriel tells Harry how all the little things he did helped.

“I nodded slowly. Then I said, “Let’s talk about my bill”

Jake eyebrows shot up “What?”

“My bill,” I enunciated. “You dragged me into this mess. You can pay me, same as any other client. Where do I send the invoice?”

“You’re…you’re trying to bill the Lard Almighty?” Jake said, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Hel-uh, heck no,” I said. “I’m billing you.”

“That isn’t really how we work”

“It is if you want to work with me,” I told him, thrusting out my jaw. “Cough up. Otherwise, maybe next time I’ll just stand around whistling when you want me to help you out.”

Jake’s face broadened into a wide, merry grin, and laughter filled his voice. “No, you won’t” he said, and, vanished.” pg. 373 Ha and yes Harry won’t not help people

Last Call

Oh no Mac is hurt

Oh no someone’s messed with Mac’s beer

Caine? Again? What is this guys problem?

Caine is the worst

Caine attacked Murphy critical fail on Caine’s part

“You put on a good show act, Harry. It would have fooled a lot of people. It looked…”

“Natural on me,” I said “Yeah” pg. 394 Ouch

“I tried the door, just for the hell of it and-

It opened

Well, dammit. I much prefer making a dramatic entrance.” pg. 420 Ha and come on let Harry have his dramatic entrance

Oh Dionysus cool

“Then she smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed my cheek” pg. 419 Aw

Love hurts

“They weren’t a married couple. They were brother and sister.” pg. 423 Ick doesn’t even begin to cover the feeling I felt reading that

Oh no mental magic

“We don’t exactly have orbital satellites for detecting black magic.” pg. 426 They don’t? Then what does Gatekeeper do? I thought that was his job. How did the council find out about Harry, Justin, and Molly? Gatekeeper clearly knew black magic was afoot back in Proven Guilty.

Oh boy is it awkward between Harry and Luccio

Evil state fair?

Don’t be mad at Will, Harry he’s concerned about you.

“She stopped before she could say who Kincaid was like.” pg. 436 Was she going to say Harry?

“Murph tittered again” pg. 443 Oh no they’ve been caught

Is it the ride itself? The ride operator? The guy trailing them?

“I bent my head down to her mouth and kissed her gently.” pg. 445 Yay Harry/Murph moment but now isn’t the time

“It just isn’t fucked-up enough to really be you and me” pg. 447 Ha I love this is how they realize that they’ve been whammied

“But hey. On the other hand, he had swindled me out of swindle me out of twenty dollars.” pg. 448 Harry you bribed him

Oh no Red court vampire

“He’s completely irrational” pg. 452 Ha

“Mortals are like mayflies, Wizard. They live a brief time, and then they are gone.” pg. 455 Scary how some immortals view humans

I’m glad Harry and Murphy burned the belt.

Aftermath

“I cant believe he’s died.” pg. 463 I’m still not over it.

“I’d been able to learn a few Martian phrases over time” pg. 466 Ha

“Lake Michigan is jealous and protective of her dead.” pg. 466 Such a good phrase

Poor Murphy she’s not a cop anymore and now has to deal with Harry dying

“He always told us if we ever needed him but couldn’t find him, we were supposed to go to you. That you were the person in this city who could help us better than anyone else.” pg. 475 Aw :)

“Georgia’s pregnant” he whispered. “Seven months.” pg. 475 Yay Georgia’s pregnant nothing bad is going to happen to her or the baby. I refuse to believe it.

“And, if things got hot when we went after the bad guy, he would have been there, throwing fire and lighting around as if they were his own personal toys, created especially and exclusively for him to play with.” pg. 485 I love how other people describe Harry. It shows how Harry is viewed through mortal eyes. Yeah it would appear like Harry like that when he starts setting things on fire with his mind essentially.

“Watching Dresden operate was usually one of two things: mildly amusing and positively terrifying.” pg. 485 That’s quite a difference

“Quirky nerd gone. Terrifying icon, present.” pg. 486 I wonder if Harry knows this is how people view him? I wonder if Harry knows this is how Murphy views him.

“Seeing Dresden in action filled you with the fear that you had just become a casualty of evolution-that you were watching something far larger and infinitely more dangerous than yourself, and that your only chance of survival was to kill it, immediately, before you were crushed beneath a power greater than you would ever know.” pg. 487 Scary and such a good quote

“Dresden was gone. His cheesy jokes and his corny sense of humor were gone. His ability to know the unknowable, to fight the unfightable, to find the unfindable, was gone.

The rest of us were just going to have carry on as best we could without him.” pg. 488 Sobbing

“On the other hand…maybe I just give John Marcone a call and tell him how you’re helping some of his street-level guys run some deals behind his back.” pg. 498 Marcone mentioned!

Hendricks!

“I had to go see “Gentleman” John Marcone.” pg. 501 YES! Let’s go Marcone :)

“He had eyes the color of several-days-old grass clippings.” pg. 509 Interesting with how Murphy describes Marcone’s eyes vs with how Harry describes them

“Hendricks eyed Gard

Gard rolled her eyes and withdrew a twenty-dollar bill from her jacket pocket. She passed it to the big man.” pg. 511 Ha

“Don’t confuse yourself with Mr. Dresden, Mr. Borden,” Marcone said, his voice level and cold. His eyes were something frightening, pitiless. “You don’t have the power to threaten me. The instant you begin to change, Ms. Gard here will fire in Ms. Murphy-and then upon you.” His voice dropped to a barely audible murmur. “The next time you offer me a threat, I will kill you.” pg. 513 Nshslsbshevakbsn I didn’t learn my lesson from last time. I choked on my drink again when I read it. I think I almost hacked up my lung. Ahhh!!! It’s so bi and Harry’s not even there. Will didn’t even threaten Marcone or at least not as much as Harry usually does. And Marcone throws a knife at him.

“Someone is rounding up those mortals possessed of modest supernatural gifts.”

“Talent search” pg. 516 Oh no

“Someone started picking up on the little guys in town within a few hours of Dresden’s shooting.” pg. 517 Monsters closing in already

“I’m sorry. About Dresden. He was a brave man.” pg. 518 Glad Gard said that.

“That was when we had the nightmares.” pg.528 Ah that’s the psych/bad dreams from the end of Changes.

“Dresden hadn’t been muscled as heavily as Will. Harry’d had a runner’s build, all lean, tight, dense muscle that…” pg. 535 Murphy I see that train of thought. Good Harry/Murphy moment and Harry’s not even there.

“I mean that if Dresden just blew up the Red Court…that means the status quo is gone. There's a power vacuum, and every spook out there is going to try a fill it. The rules have changed. We don’t know how these people are going to react.” pg. 536 Yep things are going to change now. I can’t wait to see the repercussions

“The man had gills” pg. 552 There’s fish people? What hole in Lake Michigan did these guys crawl out? Why now after Harry’s death? As far as I know there haven’t been any fish people before.

Such a good fight

“Dammit, Dresden,” I said into the silence in a choked voice. “Dammit. Here I am doing your job. Dammit, dammit, dammit.” pg. 576 Sobbing some more

“That’s formor magic,” she said quietly. “One of their lesser sorcerers and his retainers.” pg. 578 Who’s the formor?

“This is the second time the formor have attempted to move on Chicago-and failed” 578 When was the first time?

“My boss is always pleased to find those with proper”-she pursed lips-“frame of mind.” pg. 579 Oh Donar Vadderung/Odin is hiring? Well that’s some foreshadowing

“Was she telling the truth, you think? That Marcone’s the one standing in the gap now?” pg. 582 Yes Marcone will help out in for supernatural threats

“The Justice League of Chicago?”

“We’ll cover his beat.”

“Until Dresden gets back.”

“It doesn’t seem to be. But…There’s this voice inside me that keeps pointing out that we haven’t seen a body.” pg. 582 Yes can’t wait for the next book.

Final thoughts

I love how the story shows Harry at the beginning and how Harry met Murphy. I loved Faith. I love the interaction between Harry and Bob. I loved Billy and Georgia’s wedding. I love that Thomas being Harry’s brother is the worst kept secret. The Cobbs are wonderful. I love the bonding between Thomas and Harry. I love the Gard and Harry bonding on an adventure. No one messes with Mac’s beer. I love that Harry’s D&D character says Gard’s catchphrase. Gard clearly made an impression. I love Harry playing D&D with the alphas. Harry’s day is frankly a comedy of misadventure. I can’t believe Kirby and Andi got fleas. I’m glad Luccio took the scene well. I love how sarcastic Thomas’s narrative is. I can’t believe Thomas has magic. That’s so cool I wonder why he didn’t tell Harry. I love how much Thomas admires Harry and how protective he is of Harry. I love is how much Harry helps people without meaning to. I love that Michael is Alicia's softball coach. I can’t believe Michael swore that’s such a big deal. I can’t believe Harry offered to kill a man so Michael wouldn’t. I love that Uriel tells Harry all the lives he has helped. It’s hilarious that Harry tried to bill Uriel only Harry would try to do that. I love that even Uriel knows Harry won’t stop helping people. Wow Mac gets attacked. Interesting to see other powerful characters from other patrons. So now the Greek and Norse gods are real in this world. I wonder what others? All others? Jim just giving us Harry/Murphy then taking it away. I love how they both realize that we’re hot with the spell. Oh boy still not over Changes. Everyone is in denial about Harry including me. Yay Georgia’s pregnant! I love the different pov and how people view Harry. I love how we got different perspectives on magic and Harry from Thomas and Murphy. I loved all the Marcone stuff all of it. I love how it shows that Marcone views Harry as a worthy opponent. Now the shipper in me thinks this scene is gold. Marcone really does let Harry get away with things that he doesn’t let others like threats and backtalk. I wonder if Marcone would have hurt Will if it was Harry present and not Murphy? And Marcone even warns Harry not to test him back in Death Mask while here he only does so after he’s knifed Will. I love the dichotomy between how Murphy describes Marcone’s eyes as the color of several-days-old grass clippings vs how Harry describes Marcone’s eyes as worn dollar bills. I love how Murphy then describes Marcone’s eyes as something frightening, pitiless. Harry really was a deterrent to the evil side of the Supernatural side and now they’re coming in now that Harry’s gone. I love the Harry/Murphy moments we got in this story. I hope we learn more about the Formor.

I’ve learned my mistake now. No more eating or drinking while reading the Dresden files.

Onto Ghost story!

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Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 15

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: Finally home, to introduce my new family to our new family.

Warnings: Plain fluff and goodness!

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

New York City. The city of dreams. The city that never sleeps. The big apple.

Usually, when you move to New York, at least one of these nicknames becomes the way you describe where you live. You hear it all the time, different names being thrown around, loads of excited people touring the streets, flashes of photography everywhere. New York was a dream, I’ll admit that, but for me New York was the place where I grew up, it wasn’t who I am anymore.

When I left home, I was a quiet, nervous and reserved person. I blended in with the people, I stayed smart and safe, stayed out of trouble and didn’t risk my life for anything or anybody.

Here I am returning home a completely different person, risking it all for a man I loved more than anything, along with his two kids that I’ve adopted in my heart. I didn’t recgonize myself anymore, and I was grateful.

Traveling went better than I expected, everybody was excited and happy, the airport filled with laughter and joy as soon as we landed. I will admit, i was scared that Katie and Kevin didn’t want to go to a new city to meet the parents of their dad’s girlfriend, well- mainly Kevin, but after he realized he was going to be able to see Times Square for the first time (surprisingly), he was overjoyed.

We walked through the airport together, hand in hand like a regular lovely family, something I definitely wasn’t used to but I loved more than anything. Jensen walked us to a couple seats and sat down, getting the kids comfortable so i could call my dad and tell him we arrived.

Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise but I realized that I was bringing three people they’ve never met to their house, announcing that I’m moving to Texas and oh yeah don’t forget the fact that my boyfriend is a damn celebrity. It was a lot at once and I didn’t want to overwhelm them.

I was about to press dial when Jensen approached me, hand on my arm. “I should get your family something, shouldn’t I?”

I laughed and shook my head, “You don’t need to get them anything Jensen.”

His eyebrows furrowed as if he was in deep thought, “But I should, right? I mean we are meeting them for the first time and they are nice enough to make room for all of us, I should.”

I knew my family wouldn’t expect anything, they were selfless like I am, but I also knew Jensen was more nervous and shy than he allowed others to see, getting my family gifts was more about him than it was about them. I smiled and pulled him close, “I think that’s a great idea.”

He smiled and took a breath of relief before turning towards the kids, quickly stopping to face me once again, “What do they like?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Well Christina loves candy, she has a really strong sweet tooth plus it’s her go to comfort snack. Sarah loves little nick-nacks, mainly things that are unique or aesthetic like mushrooms and unicorns. My dad loves sports, football mainly, and whiskey. He's not much of a drinker but he puts the bottles in his bar that he has in the basement. My mom loves flowers, cooking and reading. She’s your typical mom.”

He thought for a moment and nodded, “Okay. Meet us over there when you're done?”

I nodded in response and walked towards the wall as I called my dad. It didn’t take long, he was already on his way and was excited to meet everybody. The closer we got, the more I couldn’t wait.

I stood outside of the gift shop and watched Jensen run around, trying to pick out the perfect present for everybody. A smile erupted on my face as I watched Kevin and Katie try to help, pointing out different items that they thought were cool. I debated on going inside, but I knew Jensen needed his time, he needed to do this on his own so that he felt validated, like he was doing something kind and thoughtful, which he was.

After a few more minutes, Katie and Kevin ran out, Jensen quickly following with three large bags. My eyes widened and I laughed lightly, “Whoa, that’s a lot. Did you find some good stuff?”

He shrugged nervously and smiled, “I know, it is. I think we found the perfect gifts for them, I hope they like it.”

I leaned closer and kissed his cheek. “They will love it, I’m sure of that.”

The smile on his face was priceless and my heart melted at how much he looked like a kid at christmas. He really did care, a lot.

“So, is your dad going to be here soon?” He questioned.

I nodded and grabbed Katie and Kevin’s hand, making our way to the entrance. “Yeah, he should be here shortly. You don’t need to call him Mr. L/N by the way, he prefers when people use his real name. My mom, you can always start by calling her our last name, she finds it respectful but she won’t admit it, and she will be quick to correct you to her real name if she likes you.”

He swallowed nervously. “Oh okay so I’ll find out right away if she likes me or not.”

I shook my head and laughed, grabbing his hand to squeeze it. “She’s going to love you Jensen.”

My dad’s car barely pulled into the entrance before he jumped out, rushing over to give me one of his classic, yet suffocating dad hugs. I smiled wide and hugged him back, tears threatening to pour out. I never realized how much I missed him until now, until he was here.

“Hi dad! It’s so good to see you.”

He smiled back and nodded, a hint of tears filling his own eyes. “You too kiddo. So, introduce me to your lovely family, I’ve been dying to meet them.”

I turned towards Jensen and held back a laugh at how nervous he was, it’s adorable. “Dad, this is Jensen, and these are his two kids Katie and Kevin. Guys, this is my dad or you can call him Dan.”

Jensen stood straight and stepped closer, reaching his hand out, “Dan, it’s really nice to finally meet you, Y/N completely looks up to you.”

My dad smiled and nodded, clearly appreciating the words, “It’s nice to meet you too Jensen, and wow what beautiful kids you have! Are you guys ready to go? Marie has some presents for you all.”

“Dad, she didn’t need to do that.”

He blew air out of his mouth as he walked to the driver's seat while we put our luggage away and got inside. “You know mom, she loves to spoil, especially kids. Their our first grandbabies….” He froze and his eye’s reached Jensen’s in the rearview mirror, “If that’s okay to say, of course…”

Jensen smiled and nodded, “More than okay sir.”

As soon as we pulled in, a smile erupted on my face. The place looked the exact same, surrounded with warmth and love.

I climbed out first and unbuckled Katie and Kevin, stepping back to let them get out. Jensen quickly climbed out after us, heading to the trunk to grab the luggage when my dad stopped him, “No no, you are guests, I’ll take your luggage in and you guys go ahead, everybody is excited to see you.”

Jensen frowned and looked towards me, causing a smile to appear, “He’s not going to take no for an answer Jensen, might as well accept it.”

He laughed lightly and nodded, “Fair, thank you Dan, that’s really kind of you.”

We started walking to the door slowly, excited yet nervous for the huge meet and greet that was about to happen. Jensen seemed a bit more relaxed than he did before, but now it was my turn to be anxious about how this was going to go.

Especially my sisters, when I told them who exactly I was bringing home, they didn’t hold back their squeals of excitement and comments about how hot he was, I hoped and prayed they could chill out when they finally meet him.

I opened the door and let everybody step inside before i led them to the kitchen where my family usually is located. “Hello?” I spoke out as I entered the room.

“Y/N? Is that you? You’re here?” I heard my mom speak and tears threatened my eyes already. She came around the corner with a wide, warm smile and instantly pulled me tight into her. “Oh wow, look at you! You look so great!” she spoke honestly.

I smiled and hugged her back, “Thanks mama, you too!”

She let me go as her eyes darted behind me, towards the three figures standing by the doorway. I backed up and held Jensen’s hand in mine, “Mom, this is Jensen and his two amazing kids, Katie and Kevin.”

Jensen smiled and stepped forward, extending his hand towards her. She smiled and shook her head before coming in for a hug. He mouthed an “Oh” as he hugged her back, smiling ear to ear. “It’s so great to meet you Jensen honey, Y/N wouldn’t shut up about you when she called.”

My cheeks burned red and I shook my head, “Thanks mom.”

He chuckled, “It’s so great to meet you too Mrs. Y/L/N, I’ve also heard so many good things about you.”

She shook her head in response, “Please, call me Marie.”

Jensen smiled wide as she said her name, and I remembered how nervous he was to see if she liked him, and now it was clear she already did.

She turned her attention to the kids, “And you two, my goodness you're even cuter than I imagined. I have some presents for you in the room you're going to stay in, did you want to go up and see them?”

The kids nodded enthusiastically before looking towards their dad, Jensen quickly nodded an approval. Soon enough, we were left alone in the kitchen, quitness surrounding us. I turned towards Jensen and smiled, “Seems like it’s going well so far, how are you doing?”

He smirked and pulled me close for a hug, “It’s better than I thought, less nervous.”

“Wait till you meet my sisters, I’m worried about how they're going to react, they know who you are.”

He laughed, but before he could say anything the back porch door opened, my sisters coming inside and freezing when their eyes landed on him. I shot them a look that said, “Don’t freak out, seriously.” and they both smirked.

They ran towards us and suddenly my nightmare came true. Sarah grabbed her phone and started recording, Christina started yelling out, “Oh my god it’s Jensen Ackles!”

I was about to scream at them when they finally stopped and started laughing, “I’m sorry, we planned that ever since you told us not to freak out about your new boyfriend, we had to embarrass you.”

Jensen burst into laughter and shook my shoulder, “I like them already.”

A few hours passed and things were going extremely well, katie and kevin finished supper and were playing upstairs, Mom bought Katie some new barbies and Kevin a new COD game that he was now playing on the Xbox we had here.

All the adults were sitting in the living room, gathered around the fireplace. Jensen cleared his throat and walked towards the doorway, coming back with the two bags he brought. “Um, I bought you guys some gifts to say thank you for opening your home to us.”

My mom smiled warmly and shook her head, “Oh goodness Jensen, you didn’t need to do that, you guys are always welcome here.”

He shrugged his shoulders and started pulling items out, passing them to each family member. I watched how happy and excited he was, and it only made me love him 10x more.

My mom was first to receive something, and my eyes widened at how thoughtful he was at choosing something so perfectly. He bought her a glass figurine of a Lily. She gasped and her smile was infection, the whole room joining. “Oh wow! This is so sweet, thank you Jensen!” She spoke, standing up to give him a tight hug.

He hugged her tight back before passing the next one to my dad, causing all of our jaws to drop. It was a bottle of whiskey, no big deal really except the fact that this was an extremely expensive one that ironically my dad had a poster of downstairs. He laughed and nodded, “You have great taste, this is awesome thank you Jensen!”

He kept passing out the items, receiving hugs after hugs and i swore his face must hurt from all the smiling he was doing. It made me so happy inside watching him like this, so free, so content.

He really payed attention, sarah received a statute of a blue and yellow mushroom house nearly causing her to scream out, and Christina received I think a total of 10 bags of various candy that she was already shoving down her throat.

My mom stood up and went to the kitchen to bring out some snacks and I followed to help. She smiled at me and nodded, “I love him.”

I laughed lightly and leaned close, “So do I mom, so do I.”

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“Doesn't this seem like a bit much?”

“This is what Christmas is all about! Can't you feel it?”

“You guys, where are we? I think we should go back.”

“Serves them right, those Yuletide-loving sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers!”

“I really don't like them. No, I don't.”

“I've been much too tolerant of these (Whovenile) delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks.”

“So, they want to get to know me, do they?”

“I guess I could use a little social interaction.”

“Yeah, you bet. Ho, ho, ho, and stuff…”

“You see, [name]? The city is a dangerous place.”

“Now, please, don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.”

“Well, it's just, I look around at you and [Mom] and everyone getting all kerbobbled. Doesn't this seem...superﬂuous?”

“I think they were up on the mountain playing with matches, or defacing public property, or....”

“Take a look at his mailbox, (sweetie). Not a single Christmas card, in or out… Ever!”

“And for the rest of you: Jury duty! Jury duty! Jury duty! Blackmail. Pink slip. Chain letter. Eviction notice. Jury duty!”

“Well, that worked out nicely.”

“[Max], let's go. Our work here is finished.”

“Don't you know you shouldn't take things that don't belong to you? What's your problem? Are you a wild animal?”

“Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o.”

“You've been practicing your Christmas wrapping! I am so proud of you.”

“My, I've never seen so many beautiful Christmas lights, [Betty Lou!]”

“It's handcrafted and almost 100 years old.”

“Come on, hurry up, Slowpoke.”

“What's that stench? It's fantastic!”

“One man's toxic sludge is another man's potpourri.”

“Did Christmas change or just me?"

“First floor, factory rejects.”

“But we did our worst. And that's all that matters.”

“At least I scared the bejeebles out of that little [girl] at the post office. [She]'ll be scarred for life, if we're lucky.”

“Funny she didn't rat on us, though. Must be afraid of reprisals.”

“If you utter so much as one syllable I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!”

“I've got all the company I need right here.”

“I'm an idiot!”

“You're an idiot!”

“Am I just eating because I'm bored?”

“In your own words, please tell me everything you know about [the Grinch.]”

“Hey, honey, our baby is here! He looks just like your boss.”

“It was Christmas Eve, and a strange wind blew that night.”

“Do you want a Christmas cookie?”

“Don't forget, tomorrow is our big Christmas gift exchange.Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone.”

“You don't have a chance with [her].”

“It was a horrible day when they were so cruel to [him]. And I could hardly bear it.”

“And that was the last time we ever saw [him]. The very last time.”

“I hate you.Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely!”

“Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!”

“I may do something drastic.”

“You made that up! It doesn't say that.”

“But the book does say: The cheer-meister is the one who deserves a back slap or a toast. And it goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most."

“Blast this Christmas music. It's joyful and triumphant.”

“The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!”

“You called down the thunder now, get ready for the boom!”

“Gaze into the face of fear!”

“You see? Even now the terror is welling up inside you.”

“Run for your life before I kill again!”

“Maybe you need a time-out.”

“Kids today. So desensitized by movies and television.”

“"Holiday Whobie-what-y"?”

“I know you hate Christmas, but what if it's all just a misunderstanding?”

“I myself am having some Yuletide doubts.”

“Award? You never mentioned an award!”

“Was anyone emotionally shattered?”

“Come on, a minute ago I couldn't shut you up! Details, details!”

“I don't know if it's that adorable twinkle in your eye or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of a younger, less hairy me.”

“Who knows? This Whobilation could change my entire outlook on life!”

“You can make snow angels later.”

“The nerve of those (Whos). Inviting me down there on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it.”

“4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger tell no one. 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me… I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I'm booked! If I bumped the loathing to 9:00, I'd have time to lay in bed stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.”

“It's not a dress, it's a kilt! Sicko!”

“This is ridiculous. If I can't find something nice to wear, I'm not going! That's it, I'm not going.”

“Ohh, ahh, mmm… That's it, I'm not going.”

“[He] isn't here. What? [He] didn't show? Who could have predicted this?

“All right. I'll swing by for a minute, allow them to envy me grab a handful of popcorn shrimp, and blow out of there.”

“But what if it's a cruel prank? What if it's a cash bar? How dare they!”

“All right, I'll go. But I'll be fashionably late.”

“All right. I've made my decision! I'm going, and that's that!”

“Come on, while I'm young!”

“But first, a little family reunion.”

“Are you two still living?”

“Sweater? What are you talkin' about? No, I can't! I can't do that!”

“No. I can't do it, honestly. I'm not ready. It's too much, too soon!”

“I've got a lawyer. There'll be hell to pay!”

“Look at the time. I really should be getting back.”

“Bring it on! Is that all you got? Is that all you got? Come on!”

“That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about!”

“Look, I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“There is, however one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful. Mistletoe.”

“Burn, baby! Burn!”

“Evening, folks. Mind if I ride along? You might want to scooch over.”

“You fellas all right? How about a nice hat?”

“I'm hurt, [Lou]. I'm hurt, and I don't hurt easily.”

“But you and your family.... I'm so disappointed.”

“I just wanted everybody to be together for Christmas.”

“Suffering snorkelblatz! They're relentless!”

“Oh, no. I'm speaking in rhyme!”

“I must stop this whole thing. Why for year after year I've put up with it now.”

“Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas? Wrong-o!”

“If you're not going to help me then you might as well…”

“You're as cuddly as a cactus and as charming as an eel.”

“Just face the music, you're a monster.”

“Your heart's an empty hole.”

“I asked for three-quarters, not five-eighths. Stay focused!”

“Air bag is a little slow. But that's what these tests are for!”

“Talk about a recluse. He only comes out once a year, and he never catches any flak for it!”

“Probably lives up there to avoid the taxes.”

“No, forget that part. We'll improvise.”

“Saving Christmas was a lousy ending. Way too commercial.”

“We're gonna die! We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up, and then I'm gonna die!”

“[Mommy], tell it to stop!”

“Almost lost my cool there.”

“It's Santa! Go right back to sleep.”

“[He]'s planning a double-twisting interrupted forward-flying 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and pike. High degree of difficulty.”

“Blasted water weight! Goes right to my hips.”

“Okay, fellas. Show time.”

“[Mr. Santa], what are you doing with our tree?”

“[Santa], what's Christmas really about?”

“I know [he]'s mean and hairy and smelly. [His] hands might be cold and clammy. But I think [he]'s actually kind of sweet.”

“Nice kid. Bad judge of character.”

“Clearance sale. Everything must go.”

“That wasn't so bad, was it, [Max]?”

“What an embarrassment! I've been robbed!”

“I wonder who could have done this.”

“But did anyone listen to me? No.”

“[Cindy], I hope you're very proud of what you've done.”

“You're glad. You're glad everything is gone. You're glad that [the Grinch] virtually wrecked.... No, not wrecked, pulverized Christmas. Is that what I'm hearing?”

“You can't hurt Christmas, [Mr. Mayor], because it isn't about the gifts or the contests or the fancy lights. That's what [Cindy]'s been trying to tell everyone! And me. [She]'s been trying to tell me.”

“What's wrong with you? This is a child!”

“[She]'s my child. And she happens to be right, by the way.”

“I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here, my family!”

“Now for the final note in my symphony of downright nasty not-niceness! The crescendo of my odious opus! The wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It'll be like music to my ears!”

“Somehow or other, it came Just the same!”

“How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

“Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

“Help me! I'm feeling!”

“What's happening to me? I'm all toasty inside. And I'm leaking?”

“All right, that's enough! Knock it off! beat it! Get out of here! One step at a time!

“Wait! This can't happen! It shouldn't! It couldn't! It mustn't! It wouldn't! Not now, not then, not ever again!”

“What are you doing up there!?”

“I came to see you. No one should be alone on Christmas.”

“I got you, [Cindy Lou]!”

“Are you kiddin'? The sun is bright and the powder's bitchin'!”

“Now scoot over! It's my turn to drive!”

“Now you listen to me, [young] [lady]! Even if we're horribly mangled there'll be no sad faces on Christmas.”

“By the way, these lights match your outfit perfectly.”

“This could be more difficult to negotiate.”

“Out of the way! I have no insurance!”

“Run for your lives! Watch out, I can't stop!”

“Aren't you gonna cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray?”

“Sorry but my heart belongs to someone else.”

“Cheer up, dude. It's Christmas.”

“There's nothin' like the holidays.”

“Too late! That'll be mine.”

#rp meme #inbox meme #sentence starters #the grinch meme #christmas inbox meme

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mintymelty · 3 months

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YHS: A Serialization [] 4. The Undertaking- Actually-Doing-It Phase

⚠️WARNING! This episode contains uncensored cursing, threats of violence and weapons! (No graphic violence, tho)⚠️

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It’s been fifteen minutes since lunch started. I’m currently hiding out in the girl’s restroom plotting a new way in. Why? The coach walked out and (get this) LOCKED BOTH THE BOYS AND GIRLS LOCKER ROOM.

💙: (Crap! There goes plan A.)

I should have seen this coming. Yamada High doesn’t seem like the type of school to just let their precious locker rooms be potentially vandalized. Unlike my old schools.

Argh! Why is it so cold in here all of a sudden! It’s like…

The vents are loose…

Well, I could use the toilet seat as a step-stool. What’s the worst that could happen?

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💙: (OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH I’M GONNA FREEZE TO DEATH.)

💙: (WHYYYYY did I think this was a good idea?? It’s so cramped and wet and dark and gross-)

💙:(Whatever, 50 dollars is 50 doll-)

❓: “.. ᴵ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ⁻“

💙: (Oh! Is that… the nerd from P.E.?)

💙: (Is he in the showers? Am I close?)

❗️: “Don’t bother. If you won’t tell me where the pendant is-“

💙: (…And Austin? He wants the pendant too?!)

❗️: “I’ll cut it out of you.”

💙: (Oh…shit! I have to do something!)

🖤: “Stay back! Get away from me-“

💙: (Uh.. is there any way i could.. drop something??)

🖤: “I don’t know where the pendant is! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

💙: (Crapcrapcrap there’s gotta be a something I could hit Austin with-)

❗️: “You can’t even keep track of your own pendant?”

🖤: “It was a gift- I didn’t know it was that important to you-“

❗️: “I don’t give a fuck about that stupid piece of plastic, it’s about what inside-“

*THWACK!*

❗️: “Agh! my head-“

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I did it! I pulled out some screws in a vent opening and threw that thing at Austin! Squeaky footsteps followed and Kai dashed out of the stall (that’s why he couldn’t just run away- they were both in a bathroom stall) and it seems like Austin gave up the chase- for now.

❗️: “Whatever, I need some ice. Don’t wanna be out of commission for training.”

…Y’know it’s hard to believe that a monster that would’ve stabbed a kid can just go about their day like nothing happened. Scary.

Anyways! I’m pretty sure the showers are empty now. Time to find the pendant!

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💙: “Where is it? I’ve been looking everywhere- did she-“

💙: “There you are! Come to mama-“

❤️: “Are you lost?”

💙: “ArE yOu lOst babY gIrl- OH MY GOSH you’re actually there-“

Standing right behind me was some emo-looking dude wearing a hoodie. His hair was an unnatural shade of red and looked like it needed to be brushed. I really need to work on my street-smart game.

❤️: “…are you looking for something?”

💙: “Ummm…. yeah! I kinda like… don’t know where the girl’s restroom is-“

❤️: “Well it’s not here. Get out and take a left. It’s right next door. Not sure how you’d miss the sign.”

💙: “… O.K.! Thank you, kind stranger-“

💙: “…And he left.”

💙: (More like weird stranger.)

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The locket is… odd. For something Olivia was willing to pay 50 dollars for, it was almost comical how cheap it was. For starters, it’s made of plastic. And so is the “gem”.

Not to mention the weird snake symbol on the back…

Oh well! 50 dollars is 50 dollars! The day’s pretty much over, anyways.

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#digital art #itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh yhs #itsfunneh fanart #itsfunneh yhs: a serialization #yhs #mcyt #yhs kai #pixel art

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discotenny · 4 months

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hypmic danger... ramuda, jakurai, samatoki, and... sasara. peoole will forget sasara. if you are a sasasama believer it has more weight to the fact that, you know, he can and has turned a blind eye to violence before and even taken part. he was a good kid! I don't think, without those feelings, that he would have ended up going down that path. but it was the way he spent time with toki.

rosho, toki, everyone really gets away don't they... so when he's found you, oh, you're not leaving him.

yandere!sasara determined on keeping you forever and ever.. love can make ya do funny things

Undercut: yandere typical behaviors, stalking, kidnapping, handcuffs, whomp whomp whomp

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It was so nice to have someone promise to stay with him- to love him even- after a lifetime of being left alone.

Sasara tried to be good for you. He tried to keep up the act of the perfect partner, famous comedian, and popular rap artist- he just wanted to be by your side.

With exorbitant gifts using his high paying salary, or frequent dates- he’d always try his best to hear your laugh and see your smile, to have your attention on him and him only. Sasara would shower you in compliments and kisses, all so you would continue doing the same in turn.

And maybe in his desire to just keep you, he let the mask slip a little.

There was the jealousy, the sudden shift in attitudes when met with anyone who was just a little too friendly with you. The dark look in his eyes when faced with anyone he considered could take you from him.

Then there was the paranoia. He’d wake you up in ungodly hours, shaking from a nightmare where he said you had the gall to break up with him. It got so bad that it started to affect his actions, with Sasara saying he’d prefer to get trackers on your phones for the peace of mind or always insisting on you never going out alone.

But worst of all was the comparisons. He’d bring up his parents, saying he would never want your relationship to end up the way theirs did. He’d bring up Rosho, saying he never wants you to feel the same way he did. He’d bring up Samatoki, saying that he would never let you leave as easily as he did.

So yeah- the facade slipped just enough for you to ask for a pause in your relationship- to really figure out if it was what you wanted. And that just about broke him.

A few days after you wake up in an unfamiliar room in a very familiar house. Sasara stands over you with the smile you can’t understand the reason behind. There’s a key dangling from his fingertips, and with a confused tug at your arms you realize why.

You can’t run from him like the others.

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Bsjeheibd not my best work but yandere Sasa is wjebdkds

I get cold feet writing for him because I want to write him well but I get so nervous worrying that I’m writing him poorly :(( I want to do a longer piece where I explore how he’d behave more in depth but this Drabble will do for now !! One day I promise !!

NE WAYS !!! I’ve had this ask for a while and everytime I look at it i just get sos sooerodo excited because kebekfbkdbndmdmmmmmejeji

I hope you enjoyed !! Have a good night 🫶🫶🫶

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marypsue · 4 months

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find the word!

I hadn't even heard of this kind of tag game until @monsterhunting tagged me! What a great idea.

The words Grace gave me are lean, stare, change, pull, and trust. I have to see if they show up in any of my WIPs, and then post the snippet they appear in if they do. This was an exercise in discovering how much I overuse certain words, so I sort of...picked a WIP for each word, and then picked the best snippet if there was more than one result. Samples under the cut!

lean

From why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday, the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan bodyswap AU:

“Great.” Robin hands him the video she’s holding, piling it on top of the stack in his hands with a careful little pat, before starting to back away. “Just – man the counter, do those rewinds, and don’t – go anywhere.” “Where do you think I’m going to go?” Jonathan asks, but Robin’s already hurrying towards the door behind the half-wall with the garish neon Family Video sign. Robin pauses just long enough to lean back around the wall and catch Jonathan’s eye. “Just don’t go anywhere!”

stare

From that same small town in each of us, the Stranger Things ageswap AU:

“You know something,” El says, her face getting scary again, and just like that, the decision’s made for Mike. “Not about Joyce,” he admits. “But my friend Dustin didn’t show up for school today. Nobody knows where he is. The last time anybody saw him was leaving this after-school science club last night.” Mike meets El’s scary stare, and adds, “And I know he doesn’t have…gifts.” Will’s voice, his eyes, are sympathetic, but his words are definitely not. “If the lab’s people shot El – maybe Dustin and Joyce were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “What – are you saying he’s dead?” “He could be,” El says, all soft, like that makes any of this better.

change

From former heroes who quit too late, the third and final part of the AU where (almost) all the Stranger Things kids have powers:

“Why did you say,” Lucas starts, cautiously, “ ‘while I’ve still got the chance’?” Mike looks up. He’s a little surprised Lucas even noticed that. He’s a little surprised Lucas has to ask. “One or more of us dead. That’s what Barbara said, right?” Lucas frowns at him. “That was if we can’t change it. It’s not guaranteed.” “Yeah. But we haven’t changed it, yet, have we? We don’t have the spy, we don’t know what’s going on with the Russians, we haven’t even been able to tell Hopper and Mrs B…and it’s already the fourth.” Mike laces his fingers together and pulls his palms apart, looking down into the basket he’s made with his hands. “We’re going to stop – whatever it is. I know. That’s what we do. It just – I just -” “It feels like you’re running out of time,” Lucas offers, and Mike shrugs. “I guess. It’s just – if the Mind Flayer really is back, or if there’s another monster, and it goes after us…” He has to swallow, hard, suddenly. Trying to breathe in this entryway is like trying to breathe soup. “El’s going to fight it. You know she is. She’s gonna be right out there in front of us, throwing the first punch.” Lucas nods. Mike pushes himself up out of the chair. Suddenly, he can’t stand the scratch of the woven fabric against the bare backs of his knees. “It just feels like I should say something, first. But she’s not making it easy. Come on, we’re gonna cook alive in here before Nancy and Jonathan get back.”

pull

From Something Borrowed, Something Blues, the sequel to Reincarnation Blues:

After a moment of apparent deliberation, one of the dryads gestured, and the branch Mabel had been trying to pull away from the woman’s face suddenly slithered away. The rest of the vegetation webbed around her started, creakily and in lurching, jerking movements like old stop-motion animation, to retreat into the soil. Two of the dryads had already gone to join their sisters trying to battle the flames. The third paused only long enough to catch Mabel’s eye and give her a long, hard stare, before hurrying off to join them. The second she was free, the woman Mabel had taken for Grenda gasped in a breath and then asked, almost demanded, “Mira?” She was looking right at Mabel. “No, sorry,” Mabel said. “Hey, how’d you get inside a tree?”

trust

From Blood Will Out, the The Lost Boys pseudo-sequel-slash-reboot fic featuring an OC sister duo and vampire girl gang because I am nothing if not Predictable:

When Edgar comes back, it is, unsurprisingly, with an implement of vampiric destruction. But the stake he holds out to Jamie is offered blunt end first. “Keep this on you at all times. Especially while you’re in Santa Carla. It might just save your life.” Jamie hesitates for a moment before taking it from his hand. It’s a beautiful piece of woodworking, unadorned, a little more than a foot long, turned and varnished so smooth and perfect that the grip sits satiny and comfortable in her hand with no risk of splintering. The end is sharpened to a point so fine she nearly pricks her finger on it. It’s surprisingly heavy in her grip, too, solid and dense. “Thanks, but -” Edgar cuts her off before she can finish the thought. “Don’t let my presence and my fearsome reputation lull you into a false sense of security. There’s still a serious undead element active in this city.” He pauses for just a moment, the only sign he’s uncertain at all, before adding, “And you can’t trust your sister.”

I'm going to tag @daddygrandpaandthebeaver, @mickeymagpie, @amethystunarmed, @enquiringangel, and @gretchensinister, and my words for you are: sharp, take, moon, pile, and dream.

#chatter #this is mary's fic tag #stranger things #why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday #stranger things ageswap au tag #former heroes who quit too late #the hawkins indiana psychic baby boom #gravity falls #transcendence au #the lost boys #blood will out #oh look at that i finally got a canon character into blood will out

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Chapter Preview: Eventually, the quiet was broken by the crunch of pebbles beneath slowly moving feet. Mirabel gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was one of her parents, sisters, or older cousins.

Tío Bruno turned and his arm tightened around her by the tiniest fraction. She stifled a groan and opened her mouth to apologize.

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12. By the River

Mirabel didn’t make it past the backyard.

“Whoa, hey, hey, kid, where you going?” Tío Bruno appeared seemingly out of nowhere to block her path, holding up his hands.

“I- I-, Away. I messed up, Tío Bruno, I ruined everything,” Mirabel struggled to get the words out, her voice sounded small and miserable.

“No you didn’t. A-and even if you had. So what? You’re just going to leave?”

“Sí,” she dodged around him and started running towards the divide. At first she didn’t think Tío Bruno was going to follow, she could faintly hear him saying something to someone behind her, then he caught up with her.

He jogged beside her, and didn’t say anything, he just stayed with her. Before long, she was feeling winded, so she slowed back down to a walk. Tío Bruno slowed down as well.

He wasn’t even close to winded.

She knew he ran recreationally, and had been doing so for years, but come on. He was fifty!

As they reached the break in the mountains, Mirabel expected him to try and stop her again, but he didn’t. He just walked with her until they were out of the valley, standing in front of a river.

Finally, Tío Bruno asked, “Now what?”

Mirabel blew out a long breath and all but collapsed onto the nearest rock, “I don’t know.”

He sighed and sat with her, “W-would it be alright if I hugged you? Would that be ok?”

Mirabel blinked back tears, then nodded. Soon, Tío Bruno had wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her into his side. She sniffled, and leaned on him.

“You guessed wrong,” she mumbled, after a while.

“What’s that?”

“You guessed wrong,” she repeated, louder and clearer, “I wasn’t in that vision because I was going to fix things, I was in it b-because I’m the one that ruined everything.”

“Now hold on-.”

“No, it’s true. I-I figured out it was Abuela. Abuela was the one that felt disconnected,” Mirabel said, “she was in pain, wasn’t she? She, I don’t know, m-maybe the pressure of being the village leader was getting to her? She was the only one left to be hurting and instead of helping her I-I-.”

“You pointed out that she acts like our gifts are more important than our family,” Tío Bruno finished, “yeah, I heard. I also heard you stick up for me. That’s-, gracias, for that. U-usually the only one who does things l-like that is Leandra. O-or my sisters, but it usually doesn’t work as much when they do it. They- it sort of makes them feel- they give up sometimes.”

Mirabel sniffled again, but didn’t say anything.

“Let’s be honest here kid, it uh, you weren’t wrong,” Tío Bruno said, sounding as tired as his eye bags always made him look, “well! You were a little wrong. She does love us, it’s just… You remember what I said about me freaking out after marrying Leandra? How I was trying to earn love I already had?”

“Sí?”

“Mamá has been doing the same thing,” he looked out at the river and thought for a beat, then continued, “I’ve seen what’s out there, a-and I understand why she’s so afraid of losing the miracle. I think that may have been-. Abuela has been getting-. I should have said something. I-I saw the effect Abuela was having on everybody, the way the pressure was hurting us, but I just-. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I heard you yelling at her.”

He shrugged, jostling her. She could sense he had more to say, so she waited.

“I’ve spent so long trying to quietly patch the cracks, it wasn’t until you stood up to her that it even occurred to me they were coming from our foundation,” he shook his head, “I don’t know where I thought-. I really did believe the cracks were from somebody else. It just never occurred to me that she could even-.”

“She always seemed invincible,” Mirabel muttered, “no matter what was happening, it never seemed like-. If we hadn’t already eliminated everyone else it never would have occurred to me to check on her.”

Tío Bruno nodded, “Sí. I always knew she was afraid of losing the miracle, but I never thought that fear could hurt her, or us, this much.”

“A-and I just made it worse,” Mirabel felt her voice crack, tears spilled out of her and she had to take long, even breaths to keep herself from sobbing. And even those breaths kept hitching and wobbling.

Tío Bruno twisted on the rock so he could hold her with both arms, gently, he rubbed her back and let her cry on him.

“Somebody had to tell her she was hurting people, or it wouldn’t have mattered what we did, the cracks would have come back,” Tío Bruno whispered, “and all us adults failed to speak up when we had the chance. That’s why you were in that vision mija, because you were always going to be the one to expose the cracks that have been there all along. You didn’t ruin anything Mirabel.”

A few heartfelt sobs broke free and she waited until she had them back under control to say, “Stop being so nice to me. I destroyed our house.”

“Meh, the house was coming down with or without you,” he said, voice casual, “you just made it happen a little faster.”

Mirabel laughed a little, then cried a lot more. Eventually, she sighed and just leaned on her Tío. He pressed a kiss into her hair, then slowly loosened his hold so they were once again side by side, facing the river.

They sat for what must have been a millennium, Tío Bruno didn’t say anything else. He held her and let her work through her thoughts.

“I owe Abuela an apology,” Mirabel muttered.

“Myeh, I might be biased because you stopped her from killing me, b-but I feel like she maybe should apologize first.”

She wanted to agree, but wasn’t sure she had the right. So she didn’t say anything for a while.

Eventually, however, she said, “I’m going to miss Casita.”

“Oh,” Tío Bruno breathed, he paused and when he spoke again his voice was tight and creaky, “yeah. M-me too.”

They sighed in unison. Staring out at the river Mirabel thought about Casita, and knew Tío Bruno was doing the same. The silence that settled once more over them was now punctuated by quiet sniffles from both of them.

Eventually, the quiet was broken by the crunch of pebbles beneath slowly moving feet. Mirabel gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was one of her parents, sisters, or older cousins.

Tío Bruno turned and his arm tightened around her by the tiniest fraction. She stifled a groan and opened her mouth to apologize.

“She didn’t do this,” Tío Bruno said, before she could get a word out, his raspy voice taking shape as a growl, “she only wanted to help. I’m the one who lied. A-and then I was the one who told her to do everything else. I was like go! And she was like pfft! I don’t care what you think of me, but if you’re too stubborn to see how much she loves this family-!”

“I know Brunito,” Abuela said, voice soft, “I know.”

“Oh,” that seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and in different circumstances, Mirabel would have been amused, “w-well good. That’s uh, that’s good.”

She heard Abuela sigh, deeply.

Tío Bruno cleared his throat, uncomfortably, “So umm…?”

“You are so like your father,” Abuela whispered, “always jumping to protect the ones you love, even when-. Even when all you can do is-.”

She cut off and Mirabel lifted her head from her Tío’s shoulder. Abuela was standing on the shore of the river, looking out at something only she could see. Her eyes shined with unshed tears.

Both Bruno and Mirabel waited in silence.

“I’ve never been able to bring myself to come back here,” Abuela finally said, "this is where our miracle..."

It clicked, “This is where Abuelo…?”

She nodded mutely. A tear slipped free from her lashes and trailed down her cheek. Then she closed her eyes and hung her head.

“Mamá,” Tío Bruno said, voice pained. He looked to Mirabel for permission and when she nodded, stood and wrapped his arms around his mother. She allowed him to hold her, then lead her to the rock so she could sit where he had sat besides Mirabel.

“I thought I would be a different woman,” she said, “I thought we would have a different life. I-. Your Abuelo and I were from a town much larger than Encanto, growing up there was nothing like the childhoods you have had here. There were so many people. We didn’t meet until we were adults, not even in passing.”

“You uh, you never told me how you and Pá met,” Tío Bruno prompted gently.

She swallowed thickly, “Have I told you anything about him? I-I can’t recall.”

“No,” Mirabel said, fascinated by the turn this conversation was taking, “all we know is- is-.”

All they knew was how he’d died.

While they waited for her to start talking Tío Bruno kneeled beside them.

“We met by accident, on Dia de las Velitas, at the sermon for- or was it one of the games? Well, I didn't watch it, whatever it was. I-, it was crowded and I had arrived late, I was at the very back of the crowd and couldn’t see a thing. So, I climbed onto a lamppost. I looked up, I don’t remember why, but I looked up and… A butterfly, a butterfly crossed in front of me and I was watching it, and it passed by him next. By my Pedro. He was so handsome, he had had the same idea as me and stood there above the crowd. I’ll never forget how he looked that first time I saw him,” she smiled softly, “the butterfly caught his eye and when he looked past it, he caught me staring at him. He waved so I waved back and almost fell off my lamppost. He- we were too far away for me to hear his laugh, but I could see his smile and it made me feel-. From that first smile I knew I was going to fall for him.”

She took a stuttering breath, and Tío Bruno rubbed her back. Mirabel took one of her hands.

“It started with grabbing some food after the ceremony, and then we were seeing each other any chance we got. Before long he had proposed and we were planning our lives, together,” she put the emphasis on that last word and Mirabel’s heart broke for her, “we got married, got a place of our own, a-and got ready to start a family. He was apprenticing with the shoe cobbler, and writing on the side and I-I thought I would be a cobbler’s wife. I thought I would handle the front of the shop while he worked. I thought our children- if we had a son that he would-. I thought we would have a different life.”

Mirabel looked over at Tío Bruno and tried imagining him wearing a cobbler’s apron. She found that no matter what she did, she couldn’t make the image fit. From the way his eyes briefly lost focus, then his mouth twisted, he was having the same problem.

“We were a little worried when we found out we were having triplets, I was young and we were a lot more reliant on money out there. However, Pedro was so… excited, i-it was impossible to let my fears drag me down, his joy was too great to be overshadowed by any fear,” Abuela gave Tío Bruno a tight smile, “you may have gotten your bravery from him, but I’m afraid you got your tendency to worry from me. That was how we were. I could worry because he never let me sink too low, and he could breeze through life because I made sure his feet stayed on the ground. We- sometimes it felt like we were made for eachother, as if god himself crafted us to-, to-.”

She paused, taking deep breaths. They waited patiently, until she had calmed herself down enough to keep going.

Then Abuela smiled softly.

“When I gave birth to the three of you, I thought that was the hardest thing I would ever do, and that it would be the happiest day of my life. You were born in the morning. Pedro took care of you while I rested and recovered as much as one can from that sort of thing in a day. I remember lying in bed, listening to him making up songs to sing to you. Mostly just nonsense, explaining what he was doing, begging you not to cry too loud so I could nap, or even just your names over and over,” she chuckled and shook her head, “that was the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Slowly, the smile faded away.

“Then the sun set.”

Abuela didn’t say anything else for a long time, but then, she didn’t need to. They knew what came next, Abuela and Pedro were forced to leave their home, they fled into the rainforest with other refugees only for the raiders they were fleeing to follow them. Abuelo made his sacrifice, the miracle was born, and the rest was history.

Only now, with this new context, Mirabel understood how dark their family’s darkest hour really had been. She could see clearer than ever the grief stricken woman that had lost her husband, the life she had, even the person she had been, crying by the river. She could practically hear her Abuela’s sobs of fresh anguish echoing through the trees. For the first time Mirabel understood how much Abuela had lost, and how much she had survived.

She understood the price that was paid for their family’s miracle.

Was it worth it? Could anything ever be truly worth that?

She looked up at Tío Bruno, who frequently experienced migraines due to his gift. And he looked back at her, maybe thinking about how much trouble he went through to protect her from the consequences of being giftless.

Then Abuela said, “With the miracle I never had to worry that my children would know the same grief I had. I never wanted you to know.”

Tío Bruno’s face crumpled and he went from rubbing Abuela’s back to holding her again. He gently pressed his forehead to the crown of her head, like he used to do when he was comforting his children after nightmares or skinned knees. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and smiled sadly.

“With the miracle protecting us, I never had to worry I’d lose you too,” she whispered, then turned to look at Mirabel, “I was so desperate to keep it, to protect it, I forgot who the miracle was for.”

Mirabel squeezed her hand.

Abuela shook her head, sighing gustily, “I was never meant to do this alone. I was never-, Pedro was the one who knew how to protect us without squeezing too tight. I-I am so sorry. All I wanted-, I have hurt you, I have made you feel-. I am so sorry.”

Mirabel took her hand from Abuela’s so she could wrap her in a hug instead, she pressed her eyes shut as a few sympathetic tears slipped out. Tío Bruno shifted to accommodate her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder so the three of them were in one big group hug. She heard Abuela take a few shaky breaths.

Mirabel opened her eyes.

In the middle of the river, a golden butterfly landed on a long blade of grass.

She almost laughed. How could this possibly be the way things were supposed to go? Then again. How could things ever have gone any other way?

Tío Bruno was so focused on Abuela, he didn’t notice the butterfly, so Mirabel stood and pulled Abuela up with her. With her chin, she pointed it out, and even though Abuela didn’t know what Mirabel did, she looked at it with wonder. Slowly, they waded through the water so they could get closer. Tío Bruno started to follow them, then his eyes found the butterfly and a look of understanding passed over his face.

There was no surprise, and only the barest hint of relief as he made eye contact with her. He smiled at Mirabel, and nodded once. Then held back.

So, Mirabel led Abuela into the river alone.

For a second she stared at the butterfly, just trying to figure out what to say, then she started with a whispered, “Thank you, for telling me about Abuelo. I want to know as much about him as-. Anything you can share.”

Abuela turned from the butterfly to look at Mirabel, something shining in her eyes Mirabel couldn’t place.

It was funny, Mirabel had gotten so good at reading everybody in the family except Abuela. It was just that Abuela had always seemed above the rest of the family, somehow, she was the leader, the center, but not quite one of them. How had it never occurred to Mirabel how lonely it must be?

“Thank you for-, we have a home, a-a safe village, a loving family because of you, because of everything you did and survived. Thank you,” Mirabel all but whispered, the words feeling inadequate in the face of what she now understood, “You lost so much, and then gave us everything. I can’t imagine-.”

“And I don’t want you to,” Abuela insisted, gently cupping Mirabel’s cheek, “I have always wanted to shield you from all that. And I’m sorry that I let what it did to me hurt you.”

Mirabel shook her head, “Abuela, you’re my family. If this-. I don’t want to be shielded from you.”

Abuela drew a sharp breath in through her nose, then she smiled, tears running down her cheeks, “Ay, Mirabel, you could hold the whole world in your heart.”

She wasn’t sure which of them started the hug, but she suddenly found herself holding her Abuela tightly, both of them crying. Mirabel felt lighter than she could ever remember feeling, as her tears slowly dried up, she gave her Abuela one last squeeze. When she let her go, she gasped.

Surrounding them was a whirlwind of hundreds, maybe thousands of golden butterflies. They flew in a spiral, slowly rising into the sky. They trailed up and off flying back towards the Encanto. Mirabel smiled at them as she watched them go.

A/N: I headcanon that the musical numbers actually happen in canon and are a side effect of magic BUT I hate writing songfics and can not write music to save my life. So, I have decided to ignore my own personal headcanon for the sake of my sanity. Which meant I had to figure out how Abuela would tell the story of how she met Pedro.

#Mirabel Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #Alma Madrigal #Encanto #Encanto AU

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