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aliypop · 6 months

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Rockin Tonight

Word Count: 2,098

Writers Note: A 50's Elvis smut lord have Mercy

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: After a few months of touring, Cecelia and Elvis decide to fool around a bit ... With their music that is, but when a few secrets about Cecelia get out, well let's just say there's a whole lotta shakin going on.

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Nashville Tennessee. 1955

"And right over here is the kitchen. It's the one area we don't have help in." Cecelia smiled as she gave Elvis and his group a tour of her family mansion. They'd all just returned from a tour with each other. When Cecelia decided why not have everyone relax in Valmos manor. After all, her parents were on tour pretending to be in love for appearances, and Midge was here, so clearly nothing could go,

"And over here is... Wait, where's Scotty and Rosa..."

"If you gotta ask, you don't wanna know," Daphane responded.

Wrong, Or at least so she'd hoped nothing would. Cecelia only had one thing on her mind to impress.

"Presley... you okay?" Midge asked as Cecelia looked over at him.

"I just ain't never seen so many awards on one wall..." he looked in amazement. Midge had gestured to Cecelia to come over, seeing as she froze. Cecelia hadn't had the best luck with her emotions. She could say it in a song. Cecelia could even write it out. She could pretend to be charming so she wouldn't go completely mute around him,

But when you're standing next to Elvis, who was ogling at your parent's success. Well, that becomes too much to handle.

"You know my mama played this record repeatedly."

"Well, it's a classic." Cecelia sighed.

"It sure is... Say, is it true you have a music room?"

"Mhmm, It's right upstairs." Cecelia smiled, leading towards the grand staircase.

Midge was walking behind the two as Cecelia glared at her. The older woman gave her a nod, shaking her head, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"Midge shouted as Cecelia nearly cringed into herself.

"That ain't much..." Daphane mumbled to her aunt.

The upstairs of the mansion had velvet curtains hung on the window and fancy gold wallpaper with gold trim around it on the walls. It was almost something like a castle, but Elvis wasn't paying much attention to it. Not when his view was Cecelia in a pink halter top polka dot dress that he wanted to get under her petticoat skirt and-

"Elvis..." Their hands nearly brushed against each other, and a spark almost set off between them.

"Yes, mama." he winked. Cecelia had hoped her cheeks weren't as red as the velvet curtains.

"Welcome to paradise."

"I'm lookin right at it..." he mumbled,

"At what?"

"T-Th-T-The uh music room, yeah."

There were guitars. A grand piano, a harp, a tambourine, and anything else you could think of was in this room. The masterpiece was Cecelia, with her leg crossed on top of her White Falcon Gretsch. Picking a Gibson Guitar off the wall, Elvis sat not too far from Cecelia, who was stealing a glance at his fingerwork. She hadn't thought much of it when they were on stage performing, but it was different when she could see how concentrated he was and how fast his long, nimble fingers were strumming away on the fret. And the way his Thumb was picking on the string only made her curious mind wonder what his fingers could do. After all, Rosa did tell her the best man to cure that pleasurable itch in bed was a man who was good with his fingers. And boy, was he proving it. With every lick, her body would shiver, and with every chord. She'd squeeze her legs tighter. Any friction would keep her from fantasizing about having him play her like a guitar.

"If you bite your lip any harder, honey. It might bleed..."

"H-huh..." Trying to keep a straight face as she looked at those tantalizing blue eyes of his, Elvis knew what was going on in that head of hers. It wasn't like out of the many girls he'd been with. She was the name he'd call out when he was alone, picturing her pretty fingers around his-

"Nothing, doll..." he got closer as she looked down at the floor. His hand lightly brushed against her thigh, and he was sure he heard her draw back a moan,

"Question..."

"P-Possible answer."

"Do I make you nervous or somethin..." he whispered in her ear.

"Why do you say that? Am I acting nervous..." Cecelia asked, trying to laugh it off,

"A little... And I think I know why." he laughed. Cecelia hoped he didn't know why,

"Why's that..."

"You wanna pluck me all night long, don'tcha..."

"I-I..."

"Aye, don't fret about it, mama..." Elvis kept going as Cecelia turned red, his hands creeping up the hem of her dress.

"I've never really. Uh, done it!" She panicked as the room around got silent. She couldn't take the teasing anymore.

"You mean you've never even fooled around with..."

"I've done that... many times.. thinking about you..." it slipped out. Oh, how embarrassed she was that she just admitted that.

"an what do you think of when you think of me." Elvis kissed her neck softly as she bit her lip. He should've known Cecelia was a virgin. It all made the dots connect as he thought about how she acted toward him when they shared a bed,

"Elvis... I-It's dirty stuff ..."

"You can tell me. I won't judge, doll." he kissed her cheek, "In fact, before we go any further, I wanna know something."

"What's that..."

"Were you savin it for a special gentleman..."

Cecelia's brown eyes were starting to get lustful just by the question,

"Yes..."

"Do I know this special gentleman..."

Cecelia's skin began to heat up as she leaned in closer toward him, his curly cowlick driving her insane,

"You do..."

"Does he deserve to have you..."

"You do..." Elvis was taken aback by her answer as Cecelia was lost in his love-shot blue eyes. There had been many girls who wanted him to take their virginity, but this one, Cecelia, was special.

"Can I ask you something..."

"Mhmm..."

"May I have you?"

"Yes, please, make me Crescendo into a fortissimo ." she kissed him passionately, her fingers in his hair.

"Where do you want me..." he asked, already panting from the kiss,

"Everywhere..."

"I meant, where do ya wanna do it, doll..."

"My bedroom, third door down."

Cecelia's room was a soft pink with hints of lavender and silk bedding. It looked like something from the movies. With her vanity and lamp next to it, he had thought he was in Rita Hayworth's room until he closed the door. "See, someone's been practin..." He smirked, looking at the lipstick-stained poster of him on her door. Cecelia had felt embarrassed. But Elvis thought it was cute. After all, he did have a few posters of her in his room that he hid from Gladys, or so he thought.

"I wouldn't call that much of anything..." she pinned him to the wall and kissed him again. This time, with a bit more wanting and need, Elvis had his hands on her hips, fiddling with the zipper on the back of her dress. He could smell Cecelia's expensive perfume on her skin, and those late-night thoughts started creeping back up. The ones where he was carrying her to bed with their lips still connected in a kiss as spark-filed like a Texas firework show, and where he'd lay her on the bed slowly tossing her petticoat over, as he'd kiss up her thighs. Removing her nylon stockings from their garters and he'd look at her and say,

"You sure this is what you want, darlin."

"Yes..." she looked at him, thinking about how she'd unbuckle his belt. And throw that tantalizing lace button-up shirt off him, and how she'd pull him closer to her as he'd kiss her neck, leaving love bites, and she'd say, "Elvis... I need you to..." she gasped, feeling his hands creep up her thigh.

"Need me too what, angel..." he leaned into her ear, whispering as he bit on her ear lobe,

"Treat me like a guitar..."

"Treat ya like a guitar?"

"Yes, finger me all night long..."

"I'm gonna do more than that," he smirked, kissing down her collarbone as he rubbed a circle near her covered clit, feeling just how wet she was from her panties alone. A shudder went through her body from the sensation alone as a small mewl left her mouth. This was different from when she did it.

"I know you think about me at night..." Elvis smirked, tossing her panties to the side as he slid in his first finger, sliding it slowly back out of her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips,

"EL-"

"I know you think about me havin my way with you like this, huh." he plunged his finger back in, curling it towards her spot.

"Vis..." she moaned softly, "Give me more..." she breathed out as he chuckled.

"Gotta say please, darlin."

"Please give me more."

"That's more like it."He added another finger as she hissed a bit at the stretch, "Breathe, mama, breathe." he smiled, hearing her take a deep breath. His fingers were working magic as his thumb was rubbing on her clit. Much like how he was strumming a guitar, he was playing every note, and her moans were a symphony. A newly written song he could have played on repeat.

"Elvis! fuck... "

"Shit.... shit... shit..."

"Ah...oh...."

"I think you're all warmed up for the main event." He dropped off his underwear as Cecelia's eyes went wide, she'd imagine that he was good in size, but from what she saw he was gifted by the Gods, and she wanted a taste, to touch even,

"This is all about you tonight," he smiled as she nodded,

"You got a rubber right..."

"Of course."

"Is it up to date?"

"Cece, really..."

Hey, you have a reputation for broken rubbers and E.R. visits." she laughed a little as he rolled his eyes at her.

"Yet I'm your Romeo." he kissed down her neck.

"Mhmm..." she groaned, "Oddly so."

"Well, Juliet, baby, hold on tight." entering her overtly wet cavern, slowly and carefully not tearing anything. He could see Cecelia's eyes closed shut, her nose scrunched up,

"I won't move til you say for me to."

"Does it usually hurt..." she asked, holding his hand,

"A little, but the pain goes away the more you do it." he teased as she looked up at him, flustered.

"I-If you continue to do it!"

"If it's with you." she winked, "You can move now," she told him. His thrusts were slow and steady, and his groans were as soft as thunder in her ear.

"Elvis, yes..."

"How's that feelin' for ya."

"It feels good..." she moaned, and their eyes met. As Elvis's hand caressed her cheek, he realized that the love of his life was right under him, telling him,

"More..."

"You sure, baby, you think you can take all of me?"

"Mhmm..."

"Eager little kitten, huh." pushing more of his cock deeper into her, she could feel him brush against the spot. that was driving her crazy. Elvis had her. All he had to do was think strategically.

"O-Oh... Oh... yes, right there, don't stop!!" she was gripping his body, her pink nails digging into the skin of his back,

"You like that?"

"Faster, baby, faster!" his hips nearly gyrating as if he were on stage, but it was sending her to every ounce of heaven that a human could possibly give her. "Cece...Fuck... shit...I love you..."

Cecelia's heart began to beat, and she wasn't sure if it was because of what he had just said or if she was reaching her end. Legs trembling as he was now nearly pounding into her, his thrust sloppy and her hands trying to find anything to grab, curses and skin slapping had been all that anyone could hear but Cecelia didn't care she was on cloud nine in the arms of a man she loved dearly.

Elvis had disposed of the rubber and Cecelia was trying to walk again as she was waddling around like Bambi,

"Is that normal..." Elvis caught her as he held her close,

"Only if I done my job right." he kissed her cheek, "Now let's get you all cleaned up."

Walking down the stairs, Midge, Daphane, and Scotty were a bit surprised at the discovery that had been bestowed upon them,

"What were you two up there doing..."

"Uh swing dancing," Cecelia said,

"Must've been swingin real hard..." Scotty said under his breath as Elvis and Cecelia blushed hard.

"So are you two gonna swing again..." Rosa asked as Cecelia glared at her.

"Depends if she's got another lesson."

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Dance With My Father Again

Summary: Andy escorts Bianca and Katrina to a Father Dance. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Andy’s Hate of Country Music, Child Bribery, Minors DNI

A/N: This scenario is based on something that happened between myself and my own dad when I was the girl’s age. It’s a good memory for me. Apologies for bashing country music. All mistakes my own. Written on my phone. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!

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“Alright ladies, let’s put the finishing touches on these outfits before Daddy sees you.”

Both girls look at themselves in the mirror. And when Bianca does a little spin, Katrina is quick to do the same.

“We lookin’ pretty Mama?” Your older baby asks.

“Gorgeous.”

Bianca was wearing a dress with a black bodice that flared out into a white chiffon tutu covered in back polka dots. Whereas Katrina had chosen a sparkly silver ensemble that ended just below her knees.

Per her request, you’d straightened BiBi’s hair and then spun it into big, loose curls. And as for your other girl, you’d slicked her hair back and piled it high on top of her head.

And for the final touch? A small spritz of perfume and a dab of pink lipgloss.

“We ready, Mama?”

“I think so. In fact, I think Daddy is gonna be blown away.”

Opening the door, you lead them to the top of the stairs.

“Daddy! Are you ready to see your dates for the evening?”

“Ready?” Your husband yells back. “I can hardly wait!”

Arm in arm, you lead them both down the stairs. “Close your eyes, honey…”

You make it the bottom and hand the girls their respective purses. “You can open them now.”

When he does, your suit clad husband gasps before clutching his chest and falling backwards onto the couch.

Jesus, how they looked like their Mama! God, he was gonna be in trouble when they hit puberty…

“Oh. My. Goodness. You two look stunning. I mean absolutely stunning.” The goofy smile on his face let’s you know that he means every word. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two more beautiful little creatures!”

They weren’t going to be allowed to date until he was dead and gone…

Blushing softly, your sweet girls do a little spin. “We picked these out ourselves.” Bianca tells him.

“Well, you both look amazing. So amazing, that Daddy went out and got these just for you.” Reaching over, your man pulls out two plastic boxes containing…

Two different colored corsages.

“C’mere, my lovely ladies.” He beckons. “This pink one is for my brilliant BiBi.” Andy places if on her little wrist. “And this purple one is for my creative little KitCat.

“Bootiful, Dada.” She delicately strokes the flowers on her wrist.

“Yeah! Beautiful gift from our handsome Daddy. We’d kiss you, but lip gloss.” She tells him.

You rub your swollen belly and smile. “Alright, let Mama get a picture of the best looking trio in town before our Prince Charming here whisks you off to the ball.”

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Holding hands with the most gorgeous girls this side of Boston, he walks them into their school gym.

Huh. He thinks to himself. These decorations are odd…

The invite that was sent home in their folders had nothing about a country western theme…

“Oh good God.” He mutters to himself. “Please tell me tonight isn’t what I think it is. Please tell me it’s not…”

“Well, howdy pardner!” A man by the name of Mr. Bruins greets you. “And welcome to this here Square Dance!”

Andy feels himself go pale. If there was one thing he hated more than dangerous criminals, banana pudding, and slow walkers…it was Country Music.

Especially Square Dancing.

Immediately, his girls move to the center of the floor and start dancing their little hearts out.

“C’mon Daddy!”

With a sigh, he two-steps his way over, clapping his hands the whole time.

He’d do anything for his girls, but he would also do anything to get out of this nightmare.

Andy needed a plan - one that wouldn’t upset his girls. So he had to think…

And then think some more.

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Thirty minutes later…

He’d been dancing nonstop with his babies. Throwing them in the air. Swinging them around. At one point, he’d thought he’d lost KitCat…

Only to realize his already tiny baby girl had done the splits and gotten stuck.

“C’mon ladies, let’s go grab ourselves some punch.”

He leads them over to the snack table and gets them something to drink before unleashing his plan.

“Now, ladies…I know we’re all having a good time, but Daddy has an idea about something even more fun that we could do. You wanna hear it?”

“Yeah!” They both shout.

Andy crouches down in front of them. “Okay, so we could stay here…

And let Daddy’s ears bleed.

“Or, we could get outta here and go see a movie. I’m talkin’ all the candy, popcorn, and soda you want.”

Their eyes go wide.

“I’m talking Sour Patch Kids, Gummy Bears, Reese Pieces…whatever your little hearts desire.”

“And nachos wif’ dah popcorn?” BiBi asks.

“Yep. Sure. Sounds fantastic.”

Andrew Barber was a desperate man.

“And Daddy will hand you his phone so you girls can figure out what movie you want to see on the way to the theatre. Think of it as an extra special date - just the three of us.”

He flashes then his most charming smile. It worked on everyone, even his wife…sometimes.

“Okay! Movie night!” Screeches Bianca. “And special date wif’ our Daddy! C’mon KitCat, to dah car.”

Katrina grabs his big hand and drags him out and away from his personal hell.

Thank goodness for his girls.

And for his belief in bribery.

END

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dixonlvr-online · 1 year

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Day 2: Winter clothes

Day 2/28

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Carl Grimes x Reader (platonic), T-Dog x Reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The group breaks into a shopping center to find winter attire. Reader and Daryl share a moment.

A/N: So if you haven't read the masterlist description, all of these fics will be connected to each other, though they can be read separately as well. If you're interested in seeing the previous part, my masterlist is linked below :)

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Christmas came early when your group stumbled upon an abandoned strip mall. The frigid weather had you shaking head to toe in your light summer layers, huddling together for warmth and praying for relief. When Glenn pointed out the road sign, rare smiles crossed your faces. Now, standing in front of the large and familiar department store, you felt like your prayers had been answered.

The doors had already been shattered, likely during the fall, so you all carefully stepped over the broken glass and clustered in the entryway, waiting for a signal. Rick finally nodded, setting you free to go wild.

A large portion of your group headed straight for the winter clothing, the thick layers looking delicious from the breezy entrance. You raced Carl over, his youthful adrenaline beating yours easily. Still, you smiled. This was the most hopeful you’d felt in weeks.

“Hey, check these out!”

You turned to the sound of T-Dog’s voice, beckoning you over to a large rack of coats. Ski jackets, puffer coats, fleece hoodies, you name it. They all tempted you forward, begging you to run your hands over the fabric. You reached for the closest one, then realized something. You were still wearing gloves.

You peeled them off slowly, delicately placing them in your pocket like the precious objects they were. Daryl had lent them to you on a particularly cold night and insisted you keep them. You knew there was no point arguing; he would never let you freeze, but still, you felt bad every time you saw his chapped knuckles. Looking around, you spotted a display of gloves in the distance. Perhaps you’d find a pair you liked and return Daryl’s to him. Though you would miss their pliable leather and golden memories.

“How do I look?”

T-Dog modeled his outfit to you: a neon blue puffer coat layered over a reindeer-patterned ski jacket layered over a plaid fleece jacket. His arms were held stiffly beside him, but his grin was huge. You laughed at the sight.

“You look great! Definitely runway ready.”

He gave you a twirl, a failed attempt at grace when he started careening off to the side. As your laughter grew, you felt a presence beside you. Turning to face Daryl, who was chewing on his bottom lip nervously, you beamed.

“Find anything you like? I think this might fit you,” you said, holding up a polka-dot coat. He scoffed, shaking his head at your teasing.

“Nah. Don’t need anythin’. It’d look good on you, though.”

You knew he was just teasing you back, but your cheeks grew hot regardless. Just the idea of him thinking you look good in anything sent your head spinning. Averting your eyes, you began rummaging through the rack again, glancing at him as he fidgeted in your peripheral.

Since giving you his gloves, he’d seemed to warm up to you more. Less distant, at least. He always stood beside you on the long treks, set up a sleeping spot nearby every night, and didn’t shut you down when you started a conversation with him. You weren’t sure what had changed, or if anything had, but you liked it.

“Aw man, look at this!”

You and Daryl followed the voice, catching sight of Carl and T-Dog by the hat display. Atop Carl’s head was the most ridiculous hat you’d ever seen: some odd mix of earmuffs and cap in the ugliest shade of green you’d ever seen. You met Daryl’s eyes, and it was clear he was stifling a laugh as well.

“Lookin’ good, kid!” you yelled, Carl’s face lighting up when he heard you.

T-Dog had a hand to his chest, leaning back in amusement. “Player ova here! Yo Glenn, check him out!”

From around the corner, Glenn and Maggie appeared with rosy cheeks and arms full of fabric. Maggie had a nice new scarf around her neck and Glenn had finally found a replacement for his baseball cap in the form of a warm beanie. They grinned at the sight of Carl, who was now flaunting his new hat and putting on a good show.

You watched Daryl, attempting to conceal his smile, but the crinkles beneath his eyes gave him away. He startled when he caught you looking, but when he saw you smiling back, his shoulders dropped. Was the lone wolf actually having a good time with you all?

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you said, reaching into your pocket. You pulled out the gloves and held them out to him, waiting for him to take hold. Instead, he tilted his head at you in question. “They’re yours,” you explained. “I can find some new ones here if you want them back.”

He grunted, shaking his head and pushing the gloves back to you. “Nah, keep ‘em. They’re yours now.”

Your brows cinched together, eyes once again focusing on the cracked skin of his hands. “Are you sure? You might need them.”

Again he shook his head, his expression stern. You always knew he was stubborn, but it didn’t bother you the way it used to. Maybe his stubbornness was becoming an accessory and not a personality, one he used for good without letting it control him. This new skin he wore suited him.

Needing to be closer, you placed a light hand on his arm. His body heat radiated beneath your touch, sending that tingle through you again. His eyes met yours, his gaze soft and deep and overwhelming all at once. Your breath hitched when you tried to speak, to thank him. Words were lost to you. He got the message anyway. The gloves never felt warmer.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon imagine #advent calendar #winter fic

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heatherlucky29 · 3 years

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DC Movies vs Marvel Movies? More like mommy issues vs daddy issues

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jesterwife · 2 years

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what my girlfriend, ronnie, thinks of all my f/os:

grimsley: “10/10, edgy, lonely boy but SPECIFICALLY the unova elite four version of him, NOT alola. if you’re doing alola, i’m sorry, that’s a 6/10. i’m sorry, you can do better. there are other, better edgy characters you can find than alolan grimsley.”

abner: “y’know, i didn’t really like him at first. i thought he was a loser and not really cool at all, and i was questioning your decision to f/o him—but eventually i came around to it, so right now, he gets a 7/10 in my book. funky polka dot boy.”

leon: “PANTS WITH DIRECTIONS!!! evie’s life. 10/10. plus, raihan is MY f/o, so it kinda just goes together REALLY really nicely. you made an excellent decision. i love it. leon is probably one of my favorite of your f/os.”

(i want everyone to know that ronnie started CACKLING the minute i said “leon.”)

wanda: “i don’t know enough about wanda to give full opinions on her, but honestly, with her being the only female f/o, it’s a 10/10. i enjoy how highly you speak of her, and i enjoy listening to the headcanons you have for her.”

mettaton: “100/10. one of my favorite f/os. if i played more undertale, he would probably beat leon, but i haven’t played enough to know. i love the character design, i love his personality and the aspects of his challenge in undertale, i think he’s one of the coolest f/os and i respect the man 100%.”

buddy: “get help. you need to go talk to a therapist about your problem. i have never been so disappointed in you. out of ALL of the characters in incredibles you could’ve chose—you could’ve chose MIRAGE! helen parr??? or even EVELYN??? (although i know dating someone with your name would be kinda weird, but like) you chose the egghead... (she paused for a very long time here) fried boiled egg, humpty dumpty lookin ass guy, i have to give this a -100/10. this is god awful. please do better. (but i still love you though.)”

mystery boy: “evie, please do not jump into an f/o without watching his movie. you don’t know anything about him yet. don’t put it out on the first date. rating pending, but as of right now, 5/10. a solid middle ground.”

#SHE ROASTED THE FUCK OUT OF ME.#i knew this would happen and i let it #my girlfriend is the most amazing person on earth this made me laugh for 5 entire minutes #what i think of HER f/os will be coming later #though it's not nearly as devastating #grimsley #abner #leon #wanda #mettaton #buddy #mystery boy

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peachynuggetarts · 3 years

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Chapter 1 of [Untitled Reddie fic]

Tags: TW for F slur, Bi Richie Tozier, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Alternate Universe, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Gang Leader, Richie Tozier is a reporter, Sharing a bed, Enemies to Lovers, Making Out, TW for Violence, Flustered Eddie Kaspbrak, Flustered Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier is a bi mess, Eddie Kaspbrak is a gay mess, Eddie Kaspbrak is the baddest bitch around, Tags, Both of them are in their late 20’s

The morning sunlight came in through the blinds. It was about 7:40 in the morning and Richie Tozier had to get ready for work. “Mmmnnn…” He groaned and swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked over to open the blinds. He threw an arm over his eyes in an attempt to adjust his eyes to the bright morning sunlight. He looked out at the city skyline. He sighed, “New York. And dad thought I couldn’t make it.” Richie worked as a reporter for The New York Gazette. He walked across his room to his closet so he could get dressed. He picked up his uniform reporter’s jacket, a simple black jean jacket with a logo on the back that read New York Gazette Reporter. Richie personally thought that the logo made the jacket a little tacky, though he guessed it was pretty important to have it. Kinda like a hat that said Press on it, but cooler. He smoothed out the jacket’s collar on his bed and turned around to grab a patterned shirt from his closet. “Let’s see, surfboards, pineapples, or hearts and sparkles and polka dots?” “Let’s go with the hearts, sparkles and polka dots. Tony will love that!” He said. Then he grabbed a pair of black ripped jeans, bubble-patterned socks, and black sneakers. He snatched up his apartment keys and messenger bag. He swung open the door and locked it.

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The walk to work had been rather uneventful besides almost tripping over a few winos that slept on the sidewalks. Richie walked into the office building that housed The New York Gazette’s developers, as well as a few squatters. “Good morning, Rich!” The desk receptionist, Melanie, said cheerfully. “Morning, Mel! Lookin’ good!” He said back. Melanie was a woman that Richie thought was pretty attractive, and super sweet to him, even though they didn’t talk much. He had considered asking her out before, but he thought it’d be better if they just stayed friends because they worked together. It was sort of an unspoken rule that you couldn’t date anyone that you worked with. There would be so much tension in the building if there was a fight between you and your significant other, if you broke up, there’d be a problem, the list went on. His co-worker Roy was a totally different story. Basic conservative asshole. Roy took one look at Richie’s patterned shirt and muttered ‘Faggot’ under his breath. “Fuck you, Roy.” Richie said as he walked by. “What’s that, fag?” Roy yelled back. “FUCK YOU, ROY!!” Richie yelled back. He didn’t like giving Roy what he wanted, but hey, it was an in the moment reaction. Roy had some kind of reason to say that, it wasn’t just the stereotype that all queer men wore patterned shirts, it was the fact that Richie was open about being Bi. And of course, Roy was the only one who felt the urge to harass him over it. Roy especially didn’t like how Richie would wear patterned shirts, which he considered ‘faggy’. Roy didn’t like that Richie was openly bisexual and celebrated pride. Richie shook the thoughts from his mind. He didn’t want to start off the day negatively. Down the hall, he heard his boss yelling for him. “Tozier!! Get in here right now!!” Shit. He thought. This is something important. “Coming!!” Richie yelled back. “Yeah?” He said, running over to his boss’ office door. “C’mere, Rich.” Richie peeked his head through the doorway. “What’s up?” He asked Tony. “Take a look.” Tony gestured to his projector screen, with a chart of the gazette’s ratings. “They’re going down, Rich.” The older man said, a fringe of genuine worry in his voice. “Oh.” Richie said. “Yeah, and I want you to do something about it.” Tony told him. “Reviewers have been telling me that our stories haven’t been exciting enough, Rich.” “Mm. But what do I have to do with this?” Richie replied. Tony smiled warmly. “Richard Tozier. Your stories are the reason we aren’t out of business yet!! The people love you!!” “They do?” “Yes!” Tony clapped his hands together. “I want you to investigate the Big Apple’s gang.” The man said with an almost frightening eagerness in his eyes. “What.” Richie said. “You mean, the one that is called ‘World’s Most Dangerous Gang’?” He asked. “Yes, that one. It would for sure boost the ratings!! I’ll even give you a raise!!” Tony threw his arms in the air. “Okay, okay! You don’t have to offer a raise for me to go write something!” Richie said back.

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“Well I guess I didn’t consider the fact that this guy’s hideout is well-hidden.” Richie muttered. He opened up his messenger’s bag to search for his phone. Shit, where is it? It took the dark brunette a few minutes of fumbling through his bag, but he found his phone. “Where even am I?” Richie opened up Google Maps. There aren’t any documented landmarks for miles. Jesus. He decided to look up and got a faceful of metal. Richie had passed out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

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He finally came to in the middle of an abandoned-looking warehouse, gagged and tied to a chair. “Where am I?” He asked, though it sounded more like ‘Whewere am I’. “The intruder is conscious.” A man from across the room said. “Good.” Said another, higher voice. Suddenly, the doors from across the room opened and Richie sure did get an eyeful of what he would say was by far the most attractive man he had ever seen in his entire life. Holy shit who is this guy?

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hazbinextgeneration · 4 years

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A Little Cold Can Go A Long Way

Ah, Hazbin Hotel. A wondrous place of new hope and peace within hell's normally chaotic place....SO you would think that today would be unlike any other. The most chaotic thing you'd expect would just be a fight between guests and staff right?...Well tell that to the mysterious things that kept happening around the hotel. It all started when all the shot glasses exploded. Sending glass onto the floor. Luckily noone was hurt but there was a giant mess. Everyone blamed it on Husk being drunk at the time and his magic going out of control but he insisted it never happened before. Yeah nobody believed him, that was until the kitchen's refridgerator actually came to life and tried to eat Nifty alive. Ok. Husk's magic was powerful but no where near the levels of bringing an icebox alive. It took tipping it and unplugging it from the wall to get it to stop. And that wasn't the end unfortunately. Vaggie broke out in orange polka dots, to which Angel laughed at. A vase flew across the room and smashed into the next wall. A crystal chandelier fell and almost hit Charlie over the head. The stairs became slippery. The basement flooded. Things kept breaking or flying around or coming to life and scaring everyone and no one knew what was happening or how to stop it. ..But everyone got a pretty good idea who it might've been when Angel screamed when he caught one of the bandits ripping through his new expensive dresses and crushing his make up kits into tiny pieces. ...Of course. OF FREAKIN COURSE IT WAS ALASTOR!! Why wouldn't it be him?! Why didn't they make the connection sooner when the radios went haywire? Electronics running wild, powerful magic, crazy shadow....things!? It had his name written all over the darn thing! Why? He didn't care. NO ONE messed with his sh*t and got away with it. Of course Charlie wouldn't be much help. All she did when everyone complained was poke her head in there once before slamming the door closed and giving a nervous grin. "Uh...H-He's not feeling too good. I-It'd be best if no one disturbed him. Hehe." Of course she'd say something like that. But the VERY last straw was his hair being yanked by a laughing shadow to which he may or may not have tried to shoot dead and instead left a bunch of bullet holes in the walls. Ok. He was tired of this! Mess with him once: shame on him for not realizing it was AL sooner. Mess with him twice: Shame on the actual guy who did it. But pull on his hair?! OH! He was freakin asking for an a$$whopping!! He didn't care if this was one of the most powerful beings on the nine circles of hell! No one messed with his stuff like it was yesterday's trash. Which is why the angry fluff spider marched up to the a-hole's room with enough fury to crack a diamond, and pounded his hand against the wooden thing. The noises echoed down the dark hallway and did a round about to death ears. "AL! YOU CREEPY STRAWBERRY PIMP LOOKIN' MOTHERF**KER!!!" The spider's angry voice echoed down the hall spooking off anyone who wasn't already scared of disturbing the feared Radio Demon. "YA BETTA GET CONTROL OF THIS PROBLEM BEFORE I SHOVE A BAZOOKA UP YOUR-" The door suddenly and slowly swung open by itself making the spider pause mid yell and stare at the thing, catching him off guard. Well...that was weird. He wasn't expecting that. The dark greeted him and absolute silence behind it....After a few awkward seconds he backed away slightly. He maybe have been regretting his descicion slightly. A long pause followed and a small noise finally came out...It sounded like. "*CHEEEEO*!" "What the fu- F**K!!" A gust of wind and a shadow rushing at him was enough to knock the spider onto his rump and a shadow thing coming at him was the spooky cherry on top. He landed on the ground with a thump and watched as the creature smiled at him before zooming down the hall to presumably to cause more trouble. The experience left him dazed and staring down the hall for a bit before another noise made him look back to the doorway. "*cough, cough*......Oh dear." "Al? Oh, f**kin'-" He groaned when he got up and dusted himself off. Straightening himself out and giving an annoyed look inside. "Al you creepy old goat. You in there?" Two red eyes and a yellow fanged smile shown from the dark back to him and another cough sound came from him. "Oh my. Don't you know it's rude to barge into another man's room?....*cough*" "Rude?! HA! Do ya even know what your stupid shadow looking mother**kers have been doin around here?!" His arms crossed except one which he pointed at him. "You're d*m goon messed up some sh*t of mine." He growled. "I don't like my stuff destoyed ya hear?" His head tilted slightly still keeping that stupid grin of his and he chuckled. "Is that so?" He found it amusing the spider was angered so eagerly. He always found things like loss of self control so fascinating. And the way he was looking at him was so amusing. "Well. Quite frankly speaking. It's a little bit beyond my control dear boy. There's a slight static within the radio waves." The spider demon stared confused at him. "....The f**k izzat supposed ta mean?! If I gotta knock 'em back into place then so-" "Achzzzzzzzzzt*!" He was stopped in his tracks by a weird AF noise. The radio demon on the other hand was snapped forward and his eyes became dials of all things, as soon as it came his left. With a shake of his head, his eyes were returned to their normal red form and he resumed looking at the dumbfounded looking spider. "I do beg your pardon." "...What the f**k was that sh*t?" He threw his hands out towards him. The thing had sounded like the f**cker had tried to sneeze or something and all that came out was static. "Are you sick or somethin'?" A clapping sound effect seemingly came from no where as Alastor ever the show off gave a few clap alongs as well...from a bed from what he could tell from in the dark. "What a discovery! What will the amaizing cakeeater do next?" Angel decided to ignore that comment and instead just walked in carefully mind you. He didn't know what else this crazy cook might do, cocking his head to the side, he gave the deer demon a curious look over with his eyes. "...Is everything around here going haywire because you're f**kin' sick?" "It would seem like that definately." Angel sighed and reached one of his hands up to rub at his face. Great. Of course something like this would have to happen today and on the same day his stuff was destroyed too. Without another word, the spider demon turned on his heel and left the room leaving the door wide open. Alastor watched curiously but eventually went back to lying down, giving a few more coughs. He was left alone peacefully for a few hours, during that time letting out a few more unintentional magical outbursts he was sure caused some problems somewhere, before the sounds of approuching footsteps caught his attention and he turned his head to a most curious sight indeed. Angel was back, but he had brought a few things with him. In his many limbs were a tray of food and silverware, what looked like an extra blanket, and a small bag. ..Drugs perhaps? A frown on his face. "...I see you've been downgraded to roomservice." "Oh, shut up." He came walking in and went over to the bed. The first thing he did when close enough was put the small baggy on the nightstand and forcably push him back onto the bed which caught him slightly off guard. ...Out of all the demons he's met, Angel was one of the few who didn't seem to be scared of him. Cautious surely but not entirely scared. The covers were pulled back over him and the extra blanket was thrown on top of the ones he had. Alastor blinked and tilted his head when Angel forced the tray into his lap. "There! I dunno sh*t about this... jumpy-belina stuff you like, but you need something hot in you or else your body is gonna get worse. And dammit I ain't havin' any more of this sh*t. Now eat." He blinked and looked down the food. He was pretty sure Angel was talking about not knowing how to make 'jambalaya', but what he got instead was a plate full of spegetti and what spelt like tea with it. He tilted his eyes back up to the demon with brows raised in question. "...What? It's like the one thing Im good at cookin'. Don't judge me." "Oh, Angel. I didn't know you cared.~" For once the spider groaned at his tone, before throwing the small baggy from the small table which landed on his chest. "Just eat the stuff, and take the stupid cough drops I got ya." Before turning and walking out the door he gave the deer one last frown and pointed at him. "You owe me big time for putting up with this bullsh*t." "Oh...I think you'll get someone from me soon. Don't fret dear boy." ******************************************************************** "ACHOO!! F**KIN' H8LL!!!" The spider was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and holding it over his head much like a hoody. Poor Charlie had brought him up some food and water but it didn't stop the spider's sour mood and shivering. Alastor on the other hand was amused at this all this. Oh he got something from him all right. He got the idiot's stupid cold! "Why Angel. You don't look too well? But not too worry." He gave an evil smile. "You'll be compensated fully with me here to take care of you." Angel groaned and face planted into the mattress away from him.

A Radiodust fic I wrote for my pal @star-the-werewolf All characters belong to Vivziepop

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peter-parkourwrites · 4 years

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Lose You To Love Me (one shot)

1940’s Bucky x Reader

Based off of the song, Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

Warnings: mentions of getting shot, literally all angst, if you squint fluff

Word Count: 2k

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We'd always go into it blindly

I needed to lose you to find me

This dancing was killing me softly

I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

You had met James Barnes on a humid and foggy night in Brooklyn, July 1st, 1939.

One Year Before Drating

Your friend’s Alice and Rose has decided dragging you out of your house to go out for a night on the town, drinks, dancing, the whole shebang!

When you had stepped out in your baby blue colored dress, the one with the white ribbon tied around the waist, your friends erupted into squeals, mentioning how the boys would be the ones swooning tonight.

You simply laughed, grabbed your cherry red lipstick and raced them out the door, the sound of your heels clattering against the pavement could be heard, paired with loud giggles.

If only you knew how right they would have been.

Bucky had been dragged along dancing with Steve, his scrawny best friend who happened to go beat red every time a decent lookin’ gal showed up in his peripheral. Of course, Buck never minded dancing, truth is he adored it. The sway of a dames hips, and the frill of her dress as he would twirl her around the dance floor to Billie Holiday, or Duke Ellington. The curl of their red or pink lips as he whispered something less than ‘professional’ in her ear.

‘Course any other girl in his eyes would merely become a silly pest when he met you.

There you were, sat at the bar your bare legs crossed and dangling a few inches from the ground, even with heels on.

Bucky cleared his throat, downed the rest of his drink for some liquid courage and stood up. He brushed off the front of his jacket adjusted his cap and strode off towards you. His collar seemed to get tighter as he approached you, even though he could have sworn he loosened it. The room was growing hot, at least he thought so, and yet he continued forward hoping and praying he wasn’t getting sick with the flu that had been going around.

“So, why’s a gorgeous dame like yourself sittin’ here by your lonesome?” He asked, leaning against the bar and shooting you his most dashing smile. His eyes met yours and the world seemed to stop spinning. Your irises were dark and wide, pooling with information as you took in your surroundings, not daring to look at him just yet.

But oh when you did meet his ocean blue eyes, his heart started beating out of his chest, skipping beats, slowing down, speeding up, the whole nine yards. He swallowed thickly, hoping, praying that love at first sight wasn’t just some myth and this wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, and asked…

“You wanna dance love?”

January 1st, 1940

6 months until the drafting

“James!”

Bucky winced at your tone, his bare feet digging into the sand. He watched as your peach sundress flapped around with the salty ocean breeze. Falling in love more and more every second.

“Bucky I swear to- ahhh!” Strong arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up, your bare back going flush against his bare chest. Your cheeks heated up as you kicked at his thighs, watching the world pass by you as he ran towards the shore.

“Bucky no no no!” You cried, but it was too late, you were tossed into the water. The ice cold green and blue surrounded you, as you sat there underneath letting your hair float up around you along with the scattered fish, and seaweed.

Pushing up from the ground you broke the barrier between the cold water and the now even colder air.

“Sorry doll,”He chuckled, a smirk crossing his lips as he leaned in close to you pressing his lips to yours.

You promised the world and I fell for it

I put you first and you adored it

“Bucky.” You grumbled shoving him back, watching as he slipped and fell into the water, last minute pulling you in with him. Now the both of you stood shivering in the winter air, teeth clattering and goosebumps rising with every gust of wind. “You ‘oughta have a good explanation for this hun.” You spoke up, dragging him out of the water behind you and onto the shore. “I love ya, but I oughta get some hot chocolate and dancin’ after this mess.” You hummed, before freezing in your tracks realizing what you had said. “I-I uhh I mean-”

“You love me?” He asked, spinning you around to face him and gripping both your trembling hands in his own ice cold hands. “Well I reckon now as good of a time as ever to mention, I love ya too dollface.” James grinned, looping an arm around your waist and dipping you bringing you flush against him and kissing you deeply. Your hands gripped at the back of his dripping wet uniform and squealing as his fingers tickled at your sides.

“I’m never letting you go baby girl, when I get home I’ll give you the world, and until I leave you’ll have the world.”

“You are my world Bucky.” He hummed and leaned in for another short kiss.

I saw the signs and I ignored it

Rose colored glasses all distorted

Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn

July 6th, 1940

Drafting Day

Bucky lays awake that night, his mind going a thousand miles a minute. Unable to sleep he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his waist leaving his bare chest exposed to the warm summer air. HIs fingers reach out, ghosting over your sleeping features and he prays that if you wake up you won’t think it’s creepy.

But he needs to remember the way your cheekbones become more prominent in the hot weather, when you don’t wear as much makeup. He needs to remember the warm glow that sets on your face as you sleep soundly beside him. The way your lips curl every so slightly as he runs his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

His blue eyes filled with adoration, and sadness as he watches you almost purr with delight in your sleep as his soon to be cauloused and rough hands card through your hair.

The sun is now seeping through the white curtains that have long since been stained, such a contrast to when you first had gotten them. It makes him sick thinking they’d have the possibility of changing by the time he returned.

His home, your home… would be different. He’d no longer walk in to your room, and the same glow would not be there. Your brightly colored dresses, pinks, blues, and bright yellows with polka dots, would be switched to greys, blacks, and whites. You had picked up a job as a nurse for the veterans that were coming home already, and you didn’t start until two days after he left. The general having some regard to let you mouron and miss him. Letting your heartbreak settle before working on hand with other people.

And now as you kiss him feverishly, your hands looping around his neck and grasping at his hair. Begging him to stay without needing words he puts on his most charming smile, brushes the salty tears from your cheeks and places one last kiss to your forehead. With a promise.

“I’ll be home soon doll, wait for me.” He said, placing another peck to your lips, shoving a black box in your hands and boarding the bus.

March 18th, 1942

Two years since Bucky has been gone.

Your heart fluttered as you read his latest letter. Something about how they were going in on a mission to gain more intel from Hydra, and try to take them down once and for all. You laugh as he mentions something about ‘following Captain America into the jaws of death’. Steve was prone to dramatics. He mentioned being nervous, considering he only just got out of their hands. You shed a tear as he mentions how he hasn’t been sleeping much since. But he pushes your thoughts from that when he starts talking about some girl Dum Dum was trying to pick up at a bar, and she threw her drink on him.

“Mrs’s Barnes?”

“Louise, how many times have I asked you to stop callin’ me that.” You scoff, sparing a glance down at the ring on your finger, getting lost in its beauty for only a second.

“Sorry Ma’am-”

“It’s not Ma’am either darling, I am not my mother. Good graces if I ever act like her please just take me out back and shoot me.” You groan, pulling on your work gloves, fixing your nurses outfit and following her towards the infirmary.

We’d always go into it blindly

I needed to lose you to find me

Soldiers were being shipped in an out by the minute, you barely knew where to start. But your question was short lived when Louise shook her head and pointed towards the offices.

Suddenly your throat felt very dry, you brought a hand up to pull and loosen your collar as she guided you along beside her, her arm resting around your back as her hand gripped your own.

The news didn’t register properly until you were handed an envelope. Dirty, covered in blood, but there it lay in your hands. The last thing he wrote to you. Kept a secret, never to see the light of day unless he was dead.

The clinic sent you home early that day, and now you sat alone in your studio apartment, that was shared with him.

The letter sat on your coffee table, mocking you. That letter was the destruction of everything you had built with him. You knew what was in it without even having to read it.

Dear (Y/N),

My love, the sun to my stars, my babydoll. You are everything a man could ever wish for. And you know I hate formalities but I feel like if this didn’t start with dear Steve would have my head.

I hope you never have to read this because… it means I’m dead, or missing in action. Which either way means dead in the eyes of war.

When I first got my draft notice I was sick. I threw up the whole night, my ma and sister by my side. I couldn’t leave ‘em here, ya know? With my dad being gone… it never felt right. But I knew I had to go. Stevie was the one who actually wanted to leave. Always goin’ on and on about how jealous he was that I fit all those damn requirements.

So I guess that's when I started wearing my uniform with pride. Knowing I was doing something good for this fucked up world.

But then I met you.

You. Damn I could go on and on ‘bout how beautiful you were that night. By your lonesome, just smiling all happy in that dance hall, not a care in the world about the war, or if anyone would ruin your night.

So I guess that’s why I walked up to you specifically. You didn’t have a care in the world, you were just happy. So I figured, why not have a fun time with a beautiful gal, and then leave her that same night so she wouldn’t have to see off. I didn’t want anyone to see my off. Not my Ma, Sisters, Stevie. Hell I never even dreamt you would. I figured I’d ignore my draft notice long enough that I could elope with some gal who would go with me, and never have to fight in this damn war. But that night... when you took my hand in yours and smiled that cherry red smile... I was done for. Completely whipped man, and I guess that night I didn’t think of the consequences. I didn’t think I would fall so hard for a dame who I barely knew besides the color of her dress and the way it made her eyes pop.

‘Course I’m me, and well… shit happens. But I am so glad that it did. Because either way, loving you will always be the greatest thing I have ever done. No matter how badly I wanted to stay, leaving was the hardest thing.

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and if you want to hate me for the rest of your life, I wouldn’t blame ya sweetheart. If you find another man, I won’t blame you for that either doll. Live your life, live your dreams… just don’t forget me. I won’t forget you.

Yours forever,

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

April 6th, 1942

You stared at the empty casket in the ground. It had yet to be covered up, and the rain was beating against it making the most horrendous sounds. Bucky always hated the rain. Said it got in the way. Of what? You didn’t know. You figured it was some odd thing from his childhood, maybe he got stuck outside in it and got sick, or maybe he just hated water as a whole.

But now you understood. The rain made everything dreary, and cold. A mood fitting for a funeral you presumed. Didn’t mean it hurt any less. If anything it should have been sunny for him. Bucky was always lighting up your life, or any room he walked into with that dashing smile of his.

His Ma, and sisters cleared out a while ago, to go back to their house for something to eat and to talk.

Something Bucky would have also hated. He never went to family parties, said it gave him headaches, and he hated having to use small talk with his own cousins because his Ma would have smacked him upside the head had she heard what they really talked about.

You stood at the foot of his grave. Your black flats kicking at the dirt. Tears no longer streaming down your face.

“I hate you ya know…” You finally spoke. You were silent for the whole ceremony, not even bothering to look up when you were asked to speak. You couldn’t. How could you when the love of your life was not even in his own grave, but out on the front lines somewhere in germany, dead.

“That night… when you” You cleared your throat and lowered yourself to sit on the ground. “When you asked me to dance… I wanted to say no. You were a man decorated for war, I knew only heartbreak would come.” You sighed, picking at the grasses that grew beneath your feet, scoffing at how it was able to live out its stupid life, and not him. “God if you could see me now Buck, you’d be laughing up a storm. I mean here I am, scolding fuckin’ grass for being alive. I must be a mad woman.” You laughed bitterly and it turned into choking sobs overtime.

“When you asked me to dance that night… my momma had always told me, don’t fall in love with a soldier. He’ll break your heart long before you even see it coming. To this day I still don’t know why she always said it… because you never broke my heart. Still haven’t, and I think I hate you a bit for that. I think it would have been easier if you left me alone that night underneath the lamp post. Maybe then I would have found some man worthy of my time as you’d always go on about. But there was never anyone else Buck. There never will be. It’s always you.” You took a deep breath and shake your head, your hands now sitting in your lap.

“All this, makes me think I deserve it… ya know? Some sort of sick karma… like I was so happy, so in love and suddenly it was ripped away from me. But I guess… I needed to lose you to find me because now… I work with the veterans. Sit and talk with them about the war. Hell one of them knew you, think his name was Pinky something… I dunno, but the nurses and I have helped them get back on their feet. Even started a home for ‘em, and their families. Same with orphans and widows of the war, they stay there when needed for food, medical care, and just company. You’d be proud of me I hope… I love you James… I’ll see you again someday”

Thunder boomed, as lightning lit up the sky. Brushing away the tears you stood up on shaky legs and placed a kiss to the casket, the red stain of your lipstick not even daring to be washed away by the rain. You gripped his dogs tags that lay around your neck tightly, your knuckles growing white as you made your way out of the cemetery and to an empty home.

And now the chapter is closed and done

To love love, yeah

To love, yeah

And now it’s goodbye, it’s goodbye for us.

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