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Crazy For You - Stoney 'Stanley' Brown X GN Reader

Title: Crazy For You

Stoney 'Stanley' Brown X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Dave (Mentioned), Link (Mentioned), Mrs. Freadrick (OC) (Mentioned), Robyn (Mentioned)

Requested By: @zachizthegoat!

WC: 3,478

Warnings: Reader has a mother, flirting, banter, nicknames, prom, Reader's attire is not described (wear whatever you want), very small bit of suggestiveness, Reader is given flowers, brief mention of spiked punch, perfectly choreographed dance, based off the song; Crazy For You by Madonna, and fluff

Stoney let out a sigh, clearing his throat as he waited in the hall, standing by his locker. He had asked you in math class to meet him at his locker a few minutes before lunch let out. And now, Stoney normally wasn't normally a nervous person, he was usually a pretty confident, wacky guy. But, right now he was fidgeting with his fingers and turning his head at every little noise in hopes to see you walking down the hall with that perfect smile of yours. You had been friends with him and Dave since freshman year, and ever since meeting you, Stoney was hooked; line and sinker.

Stoney was pretty obvious that he was interested in you, and you seemed to have noticed. You and Stoney would end up flirting every time you guys hung out; which would also always annoy Dave. And yet, nothing really came out of it. But Stoney really liked you, more than anyone else, really. He was crazy for you, if you wanted, he’d walk all the way to the ‘Food 7 Mart’, just to buy you a burrito; and split it fifty-fifty with you.

But, seriously, you were perfect. He loved the way your hair framed your face, the way your eyes lit up when you told him about the newest movie you saw, and how you’d bite your lip when concentrating on something. And you understood him and his weird sayings, which was awesome. You were so understanding and sweet. You were always there for him if he needed someone to talk to or just hang out with, and you never judged him; as most people at the school and in the small town did the opposite of.

Stoney, though, was so stuck in his head, thinking about you, that he didn't even hear you come up and stand beside him. His eyes stared down at the floor tiles, thinking about the time you shared a roll of SweetTarts with him, when he finally recognized your beat-up black Converse next to his, only then did he snap his head up to meet your gaze with his; his curls bouncing as he did so.

You gave him your stunning smile, one hand holding the strap of your black, canvas backpack as you looked at him expectedly, "So..." You began, tilting your head slightly to the left, "You told me you needed to tell me something." Your voice sounded hopeful, yet curious as Stoney gave you a sheepish smile. “And you sounded pretty… I don’t know, anxious…” You added, tilting your head slightly. This whole scenario surprised you slightly, for all the years you've known Stoney, you'd never seen him so nervous. He was always the self-assured one of your tiny friend group; the voice of reason. Seeing him fumble a bit was something that took you aback.

"Well, I actually have a question for you, babe." He corrected, clearing his throat; the little nickname he had for you, which he gave to you back in freshman year, always made you smile widen ever-so-slightly and your cheeks burn. "I was just wondering if you'd like to go to Prom with me? And maybe after we can swing by and wheeze the jui-ce." He asked nonchalantly, a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders as he said the last part; almost as if he was having any other conversation. He let a grin then spread across his face, which did help calm his nerves slightly.

You grinned back at Stoney and you couldn't help but let out a little giggle, "I'd love to go to Prom with you, Stoney." You replied, your stomach filling up with butterflies as you mentally cheered; you had been hoping Stoney would ask you. "And I'd love to wheeze the juice with you as well." You teased, giggling again when the tips of Stoney's ears turned a deep shade of pink. He tried once more to just brush it all off and act like he wasn't that affected by your angelic laughter, but he was; he always was.

"Well, I can pick you up at seven,” He finally spoke, his hand coming up to lightly scratch at his cheek, feeling the room heat up to an almost scorching degree; was the school hot, or was it just you? "We'd have to walk to the school, my scooter is broken," He then brought up, feeling bad but you only shook your head lightly, raising both your hands to grasp the lapels of his blue denim jacket, pressing the fabric down and smoothing it over.

"Don't worry your cute curly head about that," You spoke softly, the smile still on your face as you looked up into his honey-brown eyes from the colorful patterns that lay on the fabric; your hands resting on his shoulders, "Just relax, we’ll just have more time to hang out then." You reassured, squeezing his shoulders gently before letting go of him. “Plus, we can get some steps in.” You joked, as Stoney gave you his trademark smile.

Nodding, his curls bounced with him, "See you Saturday, babe."

You just let out a small huff, your eyes narrowed playfully as you tugged on the hanging purple fabric of the bandana wrapped around his temple, "See you Saturday, Stone." You answered back before passing him and walking away.

Watching as you walked down the hall, Stoney couldn't stop his grin from growing, and once you turned the corner and were out of sight, Stoney let out a small cheer. Doing a small victory dance before he went in search of Dave for the last five minutes of lunch to tell him the good news.

~~~

You brushed down your attire, you turned every which way as you looked into the mirror. It was nice, ignoring the anxiety, you felt very confident in it. Fixing your hair again and double-checking that you had everything you could possibly need, you heard a knock on your open bedroom door. You looked up at the mirror, your hands fidgeting with the soft fabric of your clothing as your eyes met your mother's. She stared at you, with a small smile on her face, making you feel a little bit better.

"You look wonderful, honey," She softly spoke as you turned round to face her, "You chose well." She complimented, reaching forward and taking hold of your hands gently, stroking them with the pads of her thumbs. The gentle gesture helped calm your nerves greatly.

You smiled and nodded your head, "Thank you, Mom." You answered, taking your hands out of her and clasping your hands together before you.

Your mother nodded before she raised an eyebrow, a small grin on her face, "You going with that Stanley kid?"

You felt your face heat up at her question as you nodded, "Yeah, Stoney asked me Friday," You answered once more, and your mother nodded. She knew the young man ever since you became friends with him and David, you wouldn't stop talking about him some days. She knew how much you cared about him. Her eyes softened, watching as you stood there with a proud smile on your face. Your excitement radiates through the air around you.

"Well," She let out a sigh, "I'm happy for you two. He knows to bring you back at ten, right?" She asked and you nodded, the anxiety you were once feeling dissipating to a point that you were able to speak without feeling your words trip on the tip of your tongue. "Alright, then," She paused, thinking over what she wanted to say next, "Be safe on the way home, yeah?" Her voice came out almost teasing and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, people also drive at night. I don’t want you to get run over - and no funny business.” She added, shaking a finger at you half-jokingly.

"I’ll be fine, Mom," You said bashfully, "And we’re just friends.”

Your mother just stared at you, giving you an all-knowing look, "Really? Friends don't ask each other to Prom." She spoke and you just let out a small chuckle.

"Actually, they do, Mom," You corrected, only to see that she was just playing with you, making you let out a sigh of your own, "He'll be here soon, I should-"

The sound of the doorbell interrupted you, and your mother couldn't help but smile before pulling you into a hug. "I'll see you soon. You two have fun."

You nodded before you headed down the stairs and to the door. Letting out a shaky breath, you felt your nerves bubble as you reached out for the doorknob. Taking another deep breath, you opened the door and saw Stoney waiting for you at the door. You were sure your heart skipped several beats seeing him. He looked like his perfect usual self, dressed in flared pants, a fancy button-up over a white shirt, and a purple scarf. You felt a bit overdressed, but that didn't seem to matter to Stoney cause once he saw you, his jaw dropped. You just smiled, feeling your cheeks warm up as Stoney ran his gaze up and down your form.

"Woah," He breathed out quietly and you chuckled, "You look gorgeous, babe." He spoke sincerely and you blushed at his compliment, you almost thought he'd wolf howl at you like he did most of the time at school but tonight seemed different.

"You look great too, Stone." You answered, noticing that Stoney had a hand behind his back. Raising an eyebrow, you spoke again, “You hidin’ something, Stone?” You asked, watching as his eyes lit up in realization and he brought his arm out to reveal the small bouquet of what looked like wildflowers.

“Oh! These are for you,” He answered, offering the small bouquet out to you as you couldn’t help but let your smile widen.

You took the flowers in your hands, pretending not to have noticed when your fingers brushed against his, “These are beautiful, Stoney.” Your smile then turned into a small smirk as you gave Stoney a look, “Did you get these from Mrs. Freadrick's yard?” You asked, referring to the sweet old lady who lived just down the road from Stoney's house.

Stoney let go of the breath he'd been holding, smiling sheepishly as he nodded, "Uh, yeah."

You only shook your head, letting out a small laugh, “Well, thank you nonetheless, Stone.” Stoney gave you a toothy smile, which made your heart race as you let out a sigh. “I’ll quickly put these in some water.” You added, rushing inside to find a vase. Stoney looked around the entrance of the home, taking note of the pictures hung in nice frames around the room. He hummed some sort of tune as he looked around, his eyes then landing on you as you exited the kitchen. “Alright, let’s head out. Don’t want to miss any of the good songs.” You joked, grabbing your small bag from the table near the door.

“Alright! Party time!” Stoney cheered, making you laugh as you headed back to the door with him. Turning at the door, Stoney raised a hand to the side of his mouth, “Have a good night, Mrs. L/N!” He called out to your mom, making you grab him arm and pull him out of the house.

Closing the front door behind the two of you as you stepped out. “You’re killing me, Stoney.” You looked up at him with a smile, as Stoney offered you his arm and you took it, wrapping your hand around his bicep.

Stoney only looked down at you, wiggling his eyebrows, “Softly, I hope.”

~~~

The beginning of the walk was nice, quiet, and peaceful; you really enjoyed it. "I hope you're not cold," Stoney then spoke up, gaining your attention. "I'd offer my shirt," He gestured to the button-up with his free hand, looking down at you to gauge your reaction only for you to shake your head.

"I'm good, but thank you, Stoney." You replied, glancing up at him with a smile.

Stoney couldn't help but smile back, "If you say so, babe. Just know the offer is always on the table, ahh-wooooooo!" Okay, there was the Stoney you knew and loved. You couldn't stop the laughter bubbling inside of you, as you tried to stifle it, which resulted in Stoney chuckling along as well, his smile widening before he spoke up once more, "Do you think they'll have the four basic food groups?" He asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Maybe, I don't think they'll have burritos or Milk Duds there though," You commented and Stoney let out a hum, nodding his head slowly, "But they'll probably have punch," You suggested, looking up at Stoney who was staring at you, "What?" You questioned, tilting your head slightly to the side as you waited for his answer.

Stoney shook his head slightly, tsking, "That's not part of the four basic food groups, babe," He answered before throwing a hand in the air abruptly, "But! We're going to wheeze the jiu-ce after this fiasco, so I can reteach you then." He trailed off, right as you got to the school.

~~~

Though the gym was dark, colorful lights made it possible to see as the music from the band played loud enough for it to fill your ears. You held onto Stoney, tightening your hold on his arm as you entered, feeling anxious once more. But, Stoney was quick to distract you, steering you right over to the hopefully not spiked punch bowl. As you took sips of your punch, your eyes landed on Dave, Link, and Robyn, already dancing on the dance floor. You watched Link boogie down and turned to Stoney, watching as he bobbed his head to the beat and shimmied a bit in his spot; his eyes narrowed in on the dancefloor.

You knew he wanted to go over there, have a good time and you didn't want to stop him. Finishing your drink, you began to feel more and more comfortable before turning back to Stoney. "Hey, you can go and dance. I'll be alright here." You spoke, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.

Stoney looked at you, eyebrows raised as he glanced over to the dance floor and back at you, uncertainly, "Are you sure, babe? Don't want to leave you hanging."

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head, "Don't worry about it. Go and have some fun, you deserve it. And besides," You added when you noticed Stoney's worried expression, raising your hand to let your fingers gently brush his cheek, brushing back some curls, "You can save the slow dance for me." You teased, causing Stoney to chuckle lightly, and you found yourself smiling, glad you had put a small bit of levity back into things.

"Thanks," Stoney muttered as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment, "See ya later, ba-be." He trailed off, almost song-like before he then slid into the dance circle, masterfully joining Link in his dance.

You watched with a fond smile, unable to take your eyes off him as he helped Dave and Link lead the dance mob. You felt your heartbeat increase, your breathing a little irregular, as you watched him sway with the crowd, dancing with ease as if he belonged there. You felt your stomach grow tight, and your mouth growing dry as your gaze lingered on his strong, lean build. Your eyes followed every move he made as he moved gracefully across the floor. Yeah, you were definitely in love with Stoney. It was impossible not to be.

Before you knew it, the band finished their song, and another fun song came on. Robyn noticed you on the sidelines and dragged you in, swinging hers and your arms together to the beat. You did your best to let go and have fun, letting the music flow through you. Another three songs followed before finally the slow song echoed throughout the speakers; one that you recognized. Other students and their dates found each other on the dance floor, arms around waists and necks as they swayed. You looked around the gym, unable to spot Stoney at all until you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning, you almost sighed with relief as Stoney gave you his charming grin, offering out his hand to you.

"I believe I owe you a dance," He spoke and you took his hand without question as you both walked towards the dance floor. His hand fit perfectly in yours and you couldn't help but feel a tingle run down your spine at his warm touch.

On the dance floor, Stoney slowly placed his hands respectably on your waist, your arms going and wrapping around his neck; following the other couples' movements. As the song continued, Stoney's moves became a lot smoother; it wasn't long before he was leading you in small circles. The song, a favorite of yours, 'Crazy For You' by Madonna played, making you smile lightly, your fingers moving with a mind of their own to twist into Stoney’s curls. You felt Stoney's thumbs gently brushing over your waist, soothing you yet also leaving goosebumps in their place, and allowing yourself to take a small step closer to the weasel.

Looking into his eyes, you realized he was looking straight at you, a light flush dusting his cheeks as his thumb still softly brushed over the fabric of your attire; the warmth of his hands seeping into you. Your mind went blank for a moment, as if you couldn't think properly, trying to focus on the beat of the song and the slight sway Stoney was doing. But all you could think about was him, and how he made you feel safe, cared for… Loved. How he could calm you down and even make you flush just by being near. As you kept on dancing, you couldn’t help but look at the beautiful man in front of you. Your eyes drifted over his face, from the dimples in his cheeks to the small smile that played on his lips.

Stoney felt like he was dreaming, watching you dance with him made his heart race. You were so beautiful that it hurt, you were the definition of perfection; everything else fell away and he couldn't help but admire your beauty. Your smile was infectious, your laugh was melodic, and your eyes held his future. Even your fingers in his hair were hypnotic. There wasn't anything he wanted more than to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

At the height of the music, even though it was still a slow song, Stoney abruptly twirled you out; surprising you and earning a giggle from you as you spun around. Once you came back to his side, he continued to surprise you as he dipped you low before slowly bringing you back up. You let out a breath, your chest heaving slightly as you stared up at Stoney with a smile. He did the same, reaching out with his hand to brush away a couple of stray hairs before he cupped your cheek.

You leaned into his palm and he leaned toward you, your lips nearly touching before your noses bumped together instead. The contact sent shivers down your spine, making your body temperature rise slightly. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips ghost over yours; moving against yours with such care and delicacy that you forgot all of the noise around you, only focused on Stoney and you. When he pulled away, your eyes opened slowly; fluttering. The corner of your lips turned upwards at the emotion in Stoney’s eyes, holding so much admiration and warmth. A flush crept its way onto your face as you continued to gaze into his chocolate-colored eyes; they were shining bright as they bore into your own.

Suddenly, he tilted his head back, letting out another wolf howl, immediately making you laugh; covering your mouth with your hand. Stoney looked back down at you, admiring how happy you looked, eyes closed and a huge smile on your face. The colorful lights hit you gracefully, casting soft shadows and highlighting your features perfectly; painting you in pinks, blues, and yellow. As if in slow-motion, he watched as you opened your eyes, calming down from your laughter; Stoney wondered if this was what love felt like.

He grinned back at you, giving you a playful wink before he rested his forehead against yours. "Let's get outta here, yeah?" Stoney mumbled, and you gave him a nod in response; not trusting your voice. Taking your hand, waved goodbye to Dave, Link, and Robyn before leaving the gym and the school entirely to get your slushie.

#cute #fluff #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #requested #x you #x y/n #stoney brown #stanley stoney brown #stoney brown x reader #stoney brown encino man #encino man #stoney brown x gn reader #stoney brown x you #stoney brwon x y/n #x gn reader #encino man x reader

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shiftinginferno · 21 days

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DRs List (as of 9/5/24) [COMPREHENSIVE] ! ^__^

for ppl who don’t read bios/carrds. inspired by @starzzangell. 62 total, may update in future

KEY:

SLASH = crossover (but DR is mainly the name before it, or I refer to it w that name, or the 1st DR name is the beginning of the TL of the plot of the DR)

EN DASH = crossover btwn 2 things equally

1920s Fame (/Supernatural)

Ace Attorney

Adventure Time

AHS: 1984 (/80s Fame)

AHS: Asylum (/90s Fame/Austin Powers)

AHS: Coven-Hotel

AHS: Freakshow (/Doctor Who)

AHS: Murder House

American Psycho

Arrested Development (/Scary Movie/Lost/House)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Back to the Future (/Encino Man)

Bad Guys (2022)

Better Call Saul-Breaking Bad

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Cats (ALW’s)

Clone High

Criminal Minds

Death Note

Devil Is a Part-Timer!

Emperor's New Groove

Game of Thrones (/Dune)

Golden Trio (Hogwarts)

Gravity Falls

H2O: Just Add Water

Hairspray

House of the Dragon

How to Train Your Dragon

Legend of Korra

Lego Movie

Looney Tunes

Marauders (Hogwarts)

Mario Movie (2023)

Mean Girls (2004)-Heathers (musical)

Minecraft

Monster High

Moral Orel

Muppet Show

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Ocean's 11

Office

Parks & Rec

Pokémon

Queen's Gambit

Regular Show

Sense & Sensibility (/IwtV)

Shrek (/Assassin's Creed II, IV)

Stranger Things

Succession

Tangled

Teen Titans

Total Drama

Toy Story

Warrior Cats

Wicked

Wreck-It-Ralph

Wuthering Heights

X Files

You

Zomb Apoc

Zoolander

Zootopia

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities

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malfoys-demigod · 2 years

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Could you do and angst to fluff with older johnny where he has a fight with reader and this he's to older and not good enough to her but she proves him wrong ?

Proving Johnny Wrong - Johnny Lawrence (CK) x Reader Part 1/2

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I wanna base the extra character on Matt Bomer since I LOVE him right now!

You were only dating Johnny for a few months now. To you, it was the most wonderful thing that has happened to you. He was starting to become a best friend to you, as the chemistry between you was off the charts. Everything was perfect for you. Age didn’t matter to you. So what if he was maybe twenty years older than you? You were distanced and away from family, friends, and anyone who could’ve brought your happiness down.

To Johnny, he was still a little bit insecure about the age gap. That was his biggest problem. You two were very much in love with each other, but Johnny always had the nightmare of him being a pit stop to your actual dream man, who was your age and who could be with you for a longer time on this earth. He still questions why you’d want to be with someone older than you. You could’ve been with someone your age and someone with less wrinkles and more chiseled abs.

Tonight, Johnny was going to be tested.

Your high school flame, Ken, was back in town. You two were also close of friends, so you two saw each other more as friends than old lovers who dated for a silly few months.

Johnny never really heard much about Ken except that he was your first love before and how he decided to leave Encino on good terms with you before going off to college.

He brushed that information off before, assuming he’d never have to meet the guy. But here he was, driving the both of you to meet him in the restaurant you planned on having dinner in.

“So, this Ken guy, what does this guy do?” Johnny asked

“I don’t know,” you reply, “Last time I talked to him, he was thinking about going into med school. Now that he’s graduated and all, he’s probably somewhere in the medical department.”

“Huh, smart cookie.”

“Yeah, you’ll love him!” you encouraged Johnny, “He’s the funniest and he’s definitely gonna make you laugh all night.”

“Let’s see about that,” Johnny muttered, knowing he’d probably look like a fool if your generational pop culture differences hit on night. He was an 80s kid while you were a 90s kid. Ten years is a whole difference, especially when Johnny’s mind still lived in the 80’s.

—

Once you entered the restaurant, you heard a voice call out for your name.

“Y/N/N! If it isn’t you!”

You eyes travelled to the other end of the restaurant, looking at Ken, who seemed to have really aged well. He stood up from his chair and opened his arms out.

“Oh my god, Ken-doll!” you teased his old nickname, which got Johnny feel tense already.

You ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

“Hey you!” he said, “How I missed you! You haven’t aged a bit, hun.” He noted, checking you out funnily. He then noticed your date, who was just staring at him with serious eyes. “Oh, you must be the boyfriend, hi, Ken,” he said, extending his hand to Johnny.

“Hey,” Johnny said, “Johnny Lawrence.” He gripped onto Ken firmly, with an icy tone.

“Well, let’s sit!” Ken recommends, motioning the two of you to follow him to the table.

Johnny holds your hand for reassurance as the two of you follow Ken, making you look at him with sincere, happy smiles.

As the two of you sit, Ken begins to ask the big question, “So, how long have you been dating!”

You smile, excited to share with your friend your relationship with Johnny.

“A couple months already! It’s been really fun with Johnny.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Ken says, “Y/N is an absolute treasure.”

Johnny huffed, “As if I don’t know that,” he said sarcastically in a rude tone.

At first you didn’t mind it, maybe he was just pulling out one cold joke, but little did you know it would get worse and worse.

“Uh yeah, but you know Johnny’s really great too,” you add, “He owns a dojo and teaches kids karate!”

“Aw that’s cute!” Ken notes, which Johnny huffs again at.

“Karate isn’t cute. It’s a lifestyle, where you get to be badass and kick ass all the damn time. It shaped my kids from wimps to feared teenagers. It’s life changing.”

You shot Johnny a quick angry look and looked back at Ken, who didn’t know how to reply to Johnny.

“So Ken, all I know is you graduated from Stanford doing premed! You a doctor now?” you asked willingly

“Yeah! Neurosurgeon at North Hollywood!”

“Omg you’re not that far from here! Why didn’t you tell me sooner! I thought you’d be somewhere around Stanford still!”

“Sorry Y/N/N, was too busy being McDreamy,” Ken teased, which you giggled. Johnny narrowed his eyes, not knowing the reference.

“What the hell is a McDreamy?”

“Grey’s Anatomy?” Ken asked politely?

“Patrick Dempsey? Cmon Johnny we watched some Patrick Dempsey together before!” you say.

Johnny shrugged, still not getting it. You laughed it off, looking back at Ken, “Sorry, 80s man here,” which made Johnny upset, “Have you met your Meredith Grey yet?”

“Mm nope, haven’t met anyone since you,” he shyly admitted, as he started to show pink swatches on his cheeks.

“Aw, Ken!” you laughed, which got Johnny creating a tight fist under the table, “I-“

You couldn’t even explain how flattered you were because Johnny rose up from the table abruptly and said, “Excuse me.”

Johnny’s eyes were anywhere but near yours as he quickly made his way outside of the restaurant. You apologized to Ken with a sad look on your face and followed your boyfriend outside.

You saw Johnny get inside his car, but before he could leave you pounded on the door.

“Johnny! What the hell!” you yell in confusion

Johnny still didn’t look at you. He was facing the steering wheel. “I can’t do this, Y/N.”

“What the fuck do you mean, John?!” There was already a struggle in your throat as if you were about to cry.

“Why didn’t things work out between you and your Ken-doll?”

“Oh cmon, Johnny! Seriously?”

Johnny stayed silent, eagerly waiting for a reply.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I guess cause he had to go to school far away from me. We would rather be friends than try long distance, fail, and become strangers!”

“If he stayed, do you think you would’ve been married to him by now and maybe have kids with him?”

You were baffled by this question, “Johnny you are getting ridiculous. What are you getting at?”

“Oh cmon, Y/N! He’s your age, he’s successful, handsome, and everything I’m not! Can’t you fucking read the room? You shouldn’t be with me, I’m old, unsuccessful, wrinkly, and fucked up!”

“Johnny-“

“Look,” he said, now looking at you with saddened eyes, “Tell him I wasn’t feeling well, okay? I can’t do this anymore. Good night, Y/N. Have a good dinner with McDreamy.”

And with that, Johnny backed up his car and drove off from you, leaving you, shattered. It was so in the moment for you that you didn’t even have the feelings to cry because everything was just so fresh and surreal in the worst way possible.

You didn’t even have to catch Ken up to speed as he slowly walked towards you, noticing the whole thing unravel as he didn’t want to leave you alone all depressed.

“Hey,” he said, getting you to turn around. You started to tear up and mumble some sounds. “Hey, hey, come here,” he said, welcoming you into his arms again. “He’ll come around eventually. He’d be too insane to lose you just like that, buddy.”

“Can you take me home?” you asked, getting the words together this time.

“Of course, Y/N.”

The second and last part is to follow… what are your thoughts so far!

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #karate kid #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #karate kid x reader #william zabka #matt bomer

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leohttbriar · 1 year

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9, 12, and 16 for the choose violence ask game?

heyyy

9. worst part of canon

lol since i know you frequent cobra kai circles, that's the canon i will be attacking with relish. and with cobra kai there are just so many choices! it's a disaster of a show i love it.

i honestly think the worst part of canon is the choice to make johnny lawrence a poor and left-behind gen-x-er of a man. from the beginning this show was doomed because it showed that the writers had no idea how to make this trash person sympathetic without making him blue-collar while daniel larusso now lives in encino. this choice shows that writers thought that daniel larusso was a sympathetic kid in the karate kid because he lived in a crap apartment in reseda with a single mom. when that was really only part of the character's appeal.

i think johnny lawrence would have worked better as a character if he was a bit more like the michael scott/david brent archetype. just super self-involved, definitely not wealthy or even upper middle class, but doing fine. completely delusional. completely miserable. lonely and doesn't know why. it would've made his whole transition back into cobra kai more sincere since there was no financial reason for him to really want to go back to it and that would've made the thematic element in season one and two that much clearer.

but there's a sort of all or nothing aspect of cobra kai's storytelling that would never have allowed for the sort of severe pathetic-ness of characters like in the office.

what's the worst part of canon for you???? really curious to know :)

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meatandbones24 · 2 years

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My Favourite Movies (in order)

Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Monty Python & The Holy Grail

The Thing

The Truman Show

Whiplash

The World’s End

Spirited Away

American Psycho

The Shawshank Redemption

Superbad

The Indiana Jones Quadrilogy (1/2,3,4)

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

The Dark Knight Trilogy (2, 3/1)

The House That Jack Built

Donnie Darko

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Howl’s Moving Castle

What We Do In The Shadows

Turbo Kid

Kung Fury

UHF

Equilibrium

Ghostbusters I & II

Napoleon Dynamite

Beetlejuice

Big Trouble In Little China

Spiderhead

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Bo Burnham: Inside & The Outtakes

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What About Bob?

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Everything, Everywhere, All At Once

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The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

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They Live

This Is the End

My Neighbour Totoro

Inside (2023)

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Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey

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Good Time

Undercover Brother

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Absolutely Anything

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Co- Aquatainenceship 5.

Summary: You're just two ex-assassins trying to navigate your way through normalcy, but you're also huge idiots. In an attempt at getting Bucky out of his shell, you offer to catch him up on everything he's missed. Including trashy YA novels.

Pairing: cw!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Word count: 6.2k

A/N: I feel as though I should warn you this is truly the calm before the storm. Also I mentioned in like chap 3 something about Bucky asking reader for a cig but forgot I had something else funnier planned?? Let's forget all that happened... I wanna be friends again.

Warnings: Smoking, war/past talk, bucky in a sweater (yes that's a warning), almost hypothermia srry <3

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Bucky opens the door to you holding a box. A rather large box. He hadn’t been expecting to see you today, let alone get something from you. You look excited, but he’s starting to realize that’s just how you always looked coming over to his place.

“What’s in the box?”

“Did you watch seven without me?” You shoulder your way in, ignoring his sound of protest and set the box on his coffee table. “I brought you something. I even titled it, see?”

Moving to you after closing the door, Bucky reads your carefully written words. 22 of the most important snacks bucky Barnes missed out on the past 70 something odd years.

“It’s a bit wordy.”

You grumble indignantly about how hard you worked on the box under your breath while you begin to open it. He swears he hears ‘well you try thinking of a better title Encino man,’ in there somewhere.

“I figured we could go through them all,” you gesture to the items carefully packed within. “Then rank them. Because it’s very important that I know where you stand on these snacks. It could make or break our friendship.”

“I think if you eat all twenty two snacks, you’ll overdose on sugar.” But he couldn’t help being a little bit intrigued. It was a really nice gesture too. The past few months, you’ve been working your ass off to try and catch him up on what you thought was important. Although some information felt absolutely useless, he still deeply enjoyed their movie nights. “And why twenty two? That’s oddly specific.”

“My original list was eighty one.”

Jesus Christ.

You’ve eaten so much food, you’re afraid you might puke, but Bucky kept going when you quit on snack number fifteen. While your metabolism could work fast, his worked faster. There’s wrappers spread out all over the floor, surrounding the two of you, and you lean your head on the back of the couch, ready to fall into a food coma. Bucky takes his last bite, chuckling as you overdramatically groan and hold your full stomach.

“Not to say I told you so…” he’s got that smug grin that tugs at one corner of his lips.

“I don’t need to hear it.” You groan and sit up, observing your mess. It’s quite possibly the most you’ve seen in his place. Even on moving day it was spotless.

“Let me make you some coffee.” He pats your thigh before standing and making his way to the kitchen.

You make work to clean up your mess, despite how slightly queasy you are from all the sugar. As you crawl along the floor on your knees, you notice a box pushed into a corner. It’s obvious Bucky tried hiding it, but poorly.

“I thought we unpacked all of your things?” You call out, and drop the wrappers into a neat pile to snoop inside the mystery box.

“Steve apparently got Nat to pull some strings to get some of my things released from the Smithsonian.” You hear the sound of ceramic cups being moved around while you lift the cardboard lid with one finger, peaking through the small crack you’ve created. “Not much. Just some pictures and other things.”

“Oh, may I?” You were itching to get your hands on some original photos of him from the forties. He comes out while the coffee brews and gestures for you to go on. There’s dozens of photos along with some of his military memorabilia. Looking over, you see his dog tags poking out from the collar of his shirt. You know a lot of his stuff wasn’t on display to maintain its quality, but you had already seen most of these pictures.

“Is this your mother? She’s gorgeous, Buck. Actually…” you hold up the photograph to compare to his face. “You look a lot like her.”

“Callin’ me gorgeous, doll?” If you thought he looked smug before, he definitely was now.

“As if.” You scoff, but you did always think that he was a bit of a pretty boy. He doesn’t believe you for a second and you know by the full smile he gives you. “Who’s this?”

Bucky moves to sit next to you, taking the worn photo from your hand. In it, he’s dancing with his younger sister, her standing on top of his feet while he laughs at something he can’t quite remember.

“That’s my sister.” He smiles fondly at the photo and you see something shift slightly. He’s expressed how hard it is to remember things sometimes from the torture he’s endured, but there’s a clear brightness to his eyes that makes you smile softly. “She liked to dance.”

“This is the first time you’ve gone through these, isn’t it?” You can tell just by the way he has a hard time tearing his eyes away from the memory. “Other than for your tags.”

“It’s not exactly easy.” He finally looks away toward you.

“Sorry if I forced anything.” Quickly, you gather up the photos, ready to put them away, but his soft laughter stops you.

“Sometimes I need that push. You help a lot with that.”

“Oh. I…”

The trickle of liquid falling into the pot stops you, and Bucky saves you from embarrassment by moving to the kitchen to prepare you a mug. You finish packing away the photos, and toss the trash away, meeting him in the kitchen.

“Mind if I stay a little longer? Maybe watch a movie?” Bucky looks over his shoulder at you, curious. “I know you noticed the beer.” You had stored it in the fridge in the meantime, not having been a part of your list. “It’s just… it surprisingly gets crowded at the compound sometimes.”

Everyone was back from some sort of assignment, or there for work and you couldn’t seem to stand the noise of everyone moving around. Plus you were still feeling uneasy, despite your quick recovery from your minor relapse in mood. Being around Bucky just seemed to help, you found out.

“Just don’t make me watch any more of those vampire movies. I’m begging you.”

Despite his ‘begging’ you end up watching the second Twilight movie. He grumbles under his breath, but let’s you, your pouting too adorable to say no to. The two of you move back onto his couch, and he places a blanket over your lap even though you really didn’t need it. Still, it was nice to feel more comfortable. Even he had changed into sweatpants and a hoodie soon after their first drink. You insisted, feeling extremely underdressed but also because this was his home, dammit. He should feel comfortable. Which is why you adjust the blanket to drape it over his lap as well, scooting a little more into his space just so you can. It isn’t long before your eyelids begin to feel heavy, the warmth causing you to fall asleep.

You wake in a bed, the unfamiliar room startling you for a moment, but Bucky’s familiar scent gives you a clue. You follow the strong scent of coffee, recognizing the living room as Bucky’s. The more you wake up, the more you remember from the night before. A brief sleepy memory of him carrying you to bed flashes through your mind. In the kitchen, Bucky fiddles with the knobs on the stove, back turned to you but his posture changes slightly when he hears your quiet footsteps.

“Morning.”

“Smells good.” You rub one of your eyes, still not quite awake.

You move to the small square kitchen table and take a seat, watching him move around the kitchen and wondering how often he truly used it. Just like the rest of his apartment, it’s bare. Very little evidence anyone lived there. Except for the food he had out currently. When he opens the fridge door, you can see how little food occupies it. He’s a pretty large guy, and you know how hungry you can get with the high metabolism the serum gives you, so you wonder how he even survives.

“I’m making eggs, bacon, and toast if you want any.” Bucky sets some coffee in front of you on the table. Everything feels a bit odd after staying the night even if that hadn’t been your intention.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Grabbing the mug quickly, you inhale the strong scent before taking a large sip.

“If you want,” he says, back at the stove again, placing the bacon in even lines on the pan. “You can get your morning smoke in while I cook breakfast.”

Nearly choking on your coffee, you look at him with comically wide eyes while he looks over his shoulder to smirk at you. “How did you… I've never told you I smoked. Well, smoke, rather.”

Bucky picks something up off the counter before tossing it at you. You catch your pack of cigarettes just before they smack you in the chest, and stare at him dumbly, waiting for a better answer than that. It’s more than embarrassing that he knows about your shame cigarettes. Although, it’s more of a bad habit now than just an occasional thing to help relieve stress.

“They fell out of your jacket pocket when I put you to bed last night.” The smugness in his voice annoys you slightly, but he continues. “Besides, I’ve always known with your poor excuse of covering it up with perfume.”

“Don’t tell Sam or Steve. I told them ages ago that I quit.” You're more embarrassed by getting caught than him being aware of the bad habit.

“You can fool Sam,” he states simply.

Cursing under your breath, it dawns on you that if Bucky could see through the lie -more like smell- then Steve could too. It wasn’t like they were dangerous for you. If anything, with the serum, they were just as bad as sugar. Not good, but a lot less damaging than if you were normal.

“He’s never said anything.”

“He’s too nice to.” Bucky turns back to you with a smile, nodding to the window that leads to the fire escape. “Go on.”

You quickly stand, taking your coffee with you as you easily climb out the window. The cold air of the morning hits you, so you close the window behind yourself, feeling rude letting in the cold air like that. As if on cue, Bucky’s phone begins to ring, Steve’s name, and photo Sam set up for him, flashing across the screen.

“Y/N is missing.” Steve says the moment Bucky answers, panic evident in his voice. “She said she was going on a walk yesterday, and I just found her room empty. F.R.I.D.A.Y says she hasn’t been back since last night either. I know she was frustrated by what one of the new recruits said but—“

“Steve, slow down.” Bucky cuts off his best friends rambling. “She’s with me.”

There’s a long beat of silence as Steve processes his words. “She is?”

“She fell asleep while we were watching a movie. Didn’t have it in me to wake her up.”

“Can I talk to her?” Steve sounds calm knowing that you were safe, but there’s still a protectiveness to his tense tone. After your bad week, Bucky understood wanting to protect you. Why Sam and Steve cared so much. You needed help as much as he did. Needed endless comfort after all the shit they’ve gone through.

“She’s still asleep.” Looking over to the window, he can see you from where he stands, pulling the smoke into your lungs just as easily as breathing. He’s not sure why he lied, blaming it on the sudden protectiveness. He hasn’t had you to himself that long, but he knew if anything happened to you, he’d murder the person that hurt you. “I’ll have her call you once I’ve gotten some food and coffee in her.”

“Thank you.” Steve sounds relieved. There’s some commotion behind Steve, two voices more distinct than the rest. “I have to go, Buck. Sam's about to kill Tony over the last doughnut, I think. It’s civil war all over again. Thanks for letting me know about Y/N.”

“Give ‘em hell Cap.”

There’s a long moment after the phone call ends before he hears the window open and you stumble your way back inside. He’s placing the bread in the toaster and plating the eggs and bacon as you walk up to the coffee maker. Pointing at it as if to ask ‘may I?’ He gives you a nod. The jump of the toast always startled him, almost lifting a hand to punch the damn thing. It’s impossible to contain your smile when you notice, hiding it when you turn to the fridge for the creamer. It’s your favorite kind and it’s heavier than you expected. When you open it, you can see that it’s almost full. As if it had just been opened that morning. You shake the thought from your head, feeling self centered at the idea of Bucky doing something just for you.

“Who were you on the phone with?” You make an attempt at small talk as he hands you a plate full of food.

“Steve.” It’s said casually, not intending to scold you or make you feel guilty about your disappearance. Still, you look to the floor as if being lectured and let out another quiet curse. Bucky can’t help but love that you have no filter for that sort of thing. Even more so that you aren’t apologetic about it either. “Everything’s fine. He knows you’re okay and with me. You’ll have to call him after you eat, though.”

“Fair enough.” You sigh out, taking the seat across from him. He begins to eat, but you hesitate, fingers playing with the ends of your sleeves. “What all did you say?”

“You’re worried about what Steve thinks of you?” He sounds surprised.

“No! No… just-“ shaking your head, you glance away briefly before looking him in the eyes. He can see a wall build back up, relating to the way you protect your emotions. How you strategically pick what you want him to see. “I don’t need him worrying. Once they both do, I’m on a short leash again. I know they mean well, that they’re protective of me, but it’s fucking suffocating sometimes. I don’t always wanna talk about that shit. The way the mission went or the… other stuff.”

He nods, knowing exactly how you were feeling, but he can’t figure out how to put the words together to let you know. Instead, he pushes your plate closer to you.

“Eat. You need it.”

You can’t say you’re disappointed, having expected that exact reaction while simultaneously being relieved that he was so emotionally constipated. The silence between you becomes comfortable, an unintentional constant when left alone together. Neither can bring themselves to look at the other, eyes trained on one spot in the room. Small talk sounded like a nightmare, assuming he’d find you annoying to ask if he slept well. You had seen the blanket on the floor, so of course he hadn’t. All he can think about is the phone call with Steve. Frustrated by what one of the new recruits said… It repeats in his mind until he looks back at you, mid-bite when curiosity gets the best of him.

“So a recruit said something rude?”

“...what?” You’re caught off guard by the question, speaking past your food.

“I get not wanting to go to Steve or Sam, but there’s other people.” Watching you swallow thickly, he tries to study how you react to his words.

“It’s just different with them.”

“Different how?”

“Are you…” You shift in your seat, eyebrows scrunched together in concern. “Are you mad that I came to you?”

“No, of course not.” He can’t seem to find the right words, and it all comes out harsher than he’s wanting. “I’m just trying to understand. What did he even say?”

“Steve didn’t tell you?” You cock your head to the side, surprised, but he just shakes his head no. “It was nothing. Just something about my past. I dunno, I just trust that you’ll make me feel better.”

“You trust me.” he repeats slowly.

Wholeheartedly, you think but he looks so crushed by the idea, feeling guilty of all the times that he had doubted it.

“You’ve always got my back in the field.” You give him a sheepish smile. “I mean, you helped me didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say I was much help.”

“Who carried me to bed, then?” You can’t help but tease, the tension too thick for comfort.

“Alright.” Bucky stands, taking his mostly empty plate back to the kitchen.

“Wait, Bucky, come on!” Laughing, you watch him forcefully throw the food away, wash the dirty dish and then place it in the dishwasher. “That was very nice, thank you. I shouldn’t be the one that kicks you out of your bed, though. You should have just left me on the couch.”

“Don’t sleep it in much anyway,” he grumbles.

Leaning back against the counter, he crosses his arms, looking stern. Admiring how he looks so homely standing like that in his own hoodie, metal arm peeking out between the fabric. It reminds you of how warm and comfortable he had felt the previous night, whether you realized it or not. It wasn’t until you had started dozing off that you leaned against him, seeking out more warmth. Warmth you never expected to get from the former Winter Soldier. The moniker certainly did not live up to the human space heater currently fuming in front of you. Over a compliment of all things. Like he still wanted to be seen as something feared rather than the nice person you knew he was.

“Still smells like you.” Everything in the room seems to freeze as you accidentally let the words stumble out of your mouth. A faint blush covers his cheeks as he ducks his head, some loose hair falling to perfectly frame his stupidly beautiful face. You, on the other hand, feel like your face is on fire, listening to the way he clears his throat.

“We need to get going for our mission debrief but I need to shower.” He pushes off from the counter, continuing to avoid eye contact. “You don’t have to worry about the dishes when you’re finished.” With that, he quickly left you alone.

Once done with your breakfast, you wash your plate and mug anyway, placing them in the dishwasher like he had. On your way back, you pick up your pack and lighter before going back out onto the fire escape. You figured you might as well get another in before having to go back to the compound, not sure when you would be able to next. There weren’t a lot of hiding spots to smoke, keeping them sparse. Sighing out your first drag, you scold yourself under your breath for saying that stupid thing about his bed. You hadn’t been wrong, though. It smelled strongly of cedar and leather, with a hint of something sweet.

A lot of things have changed since you met. Not only did the two of you act differently, but you’re beginning to realize you feel differently toward him. Perhaps not romantically. That feels a bit ridiculous, like you’re fifteen all over again with a silly little crush. No, you just want to talk like you had last night. Listen to how happy and content he sounded talking about his life before the war. Before everything. That boyishness had returned, you remember with a soft smile. You cover it with your hand, afraid of getting caught smiling thinking about Bucky. You can’t really help it, not with the way he’d smiled at you. A rare sight, and you wanted to bring it back any way that you could. To know him as he is and not as he was. Like nothing had happened to either of you.

Just as you’re finishing up, Bucky knocks on the window to grab your attention. Fumbling with your items, you rush back in, almost falling over if it weren’t for his arms steadying you. Again, you find your face feeling a bit warm, but he releases you quickly, leaving you confused as he gathers some of his things. Something shifted, and you aren’t sure when it happened, but he was acting weird. You ignore it as you climb onto the back of his bike, wrapping your arms around his wide frame and head back to the compound.

“The lake should only be about 4 yards away.” You tilt your head as you read the map. It feels like they’ve been walking through the snowy woods for hours, the cold seeping into your bones.

“Are you sure you’re reading that right?” Bucky calls out softly, keeping some distance behind you in case there’s any sort of trouble.

“I think I know how to read a map, Bucky!” You straighten it out in front of yourself, looking between where you currently were and the cabin. It might have been a slight fib, but you figured you would just learn as you went.

“This looks like the bank, here.” Bucky points to the ground right beside him that he’s walking on.

“No, I think it’s over there.” You wave half heartedly while keeping your eyes on the confusing lines in front of you. Most of it made sense, but you just had a hard time mapping out the distance from the paper to real life. It’s your downfall as the ground you’re walking on cracks loudly beneath your boots. You both freeze at the sound, slowly turning toward each other.

“Don’t move.” There’s no worry on his face, but his voice was always a dead giveaway.

“I’m not.”

There’s another crack and you let out a yelp as you fall through the ice. The freezing cold water shocks your entire body, making you suck in a huge mouthful of water instead of air. Coming back to the surface, sputtering and coughing up water, you hear Bucky call out for you. Looking across the lake, you notice him army crawling toward you carefully, but it’s really the last thing on your mind as your limbs begin to seize up in the cold. You know what you’re supposed to do, gone through the motions a million times but now that you’re actually going through it, your brain can’t seem to catch up. Leaning up on the edge, you kick your feet behind yourself slowly, attempting to get out of the water. Bucky is in front of you very suddenly, his weight cracking some of the ice as he helps drag you out. You both stumble back to the bank, Bucky holding you up more than you can yourself.

“Sh-shit.” Slinging your sopping wet and heavy pack from your back, your teeth chatter uncontrollably and chills wrack your numbing body. “The map.”

“I memorized it.” He says it like it was nothing.

“I-I’ve got to get undressed,” you stutter out. “H-how far is the cabin?”

“It's a twenty minute walk.” He helps peel off your soaked clothes, shoving them in your pack that got ruined in the fall. To keep at least a shred of decency, you leave your undergarments on, and he takes off his jacket to cover you. “I could cut it down if I carry you.”

“I don’t think I c-could even walk.” You zip up the thick jacket, trying to retain some body heat, but with your legs exposed, it’s hard. You throw your pack back on, heavy with the weight of the water soaked in. “We’re on l-limited time n-now.”

Without warning, Bucky picks you up bridal style, and if you weren’t so exhausted from the shock, you’d squeal. The rushing wind doesn’t help your chills, but he was right about cutting the time down.

The moment you get into the cabin, and he lets you go, you drop your pack by the front door and move to the fireplace quickly. There’s a starter placed by it and with fumbling hands, you try lighting it. They’re so numb and tremble too much that you can’t get anything going. Cursing under your breath, you almost toss the matches down in frustration. Bucky comes from behind you, placing a blanket he’d found over your shoulders. Without saying a word, he takes the matches from you and lights it in one fluid motion. It doesn’t take much longer for a small fire to start, feeding it with some extra wood to really get it going.

“Stay here, I’ll get some dry clothes.”

Bucky comes back quickly, hand falling between your shoulder blades to let you know he’s there. The blanket falls around your legs, leaving you trembling worse than before. Your hands still shake so bad, you can’t pull your bralette off, but he stops you, hands gently pulling the frozen material off for you. If you weren’t so foggy headed from the cold, you’d be embarrassed to be topless in front of him. Even more so when he’s helping you stand long enough to pull down your panties, hands holding firmly but gently to each calf as you step out one foot at a time. Since all your clothes became soaked, he helps you step into some of his sweatpants as you pull on one of his sweaters. Sitting back down with your knees pulled to your chest, he rolls the ends of the pant legs up so they aren’t too long. His flesh hand holds one ankle while slipping on the wool socks he luckily packed, giving a reassuring squeeze before moving on to the other one.

“Oh my god,” you say, skin nearly burning at the contact. “You’re so warm.” Without even thinking, you climb onto him, making him sit so you can rest on his lap.

“Here.” Bucky takes the bottom of his shirt, only pulling it up halfway before you stop him.

“What are you doing?”

“Skin to skin works faster.”

“I know, but—“ eyes flickering down, you're worried about making him uncomfortable, while also getting a small peak at his abs.

“It’s okay.” Bucky tilts his head up just the smallest bit it takes to look you in the eye. “You’re trembling too much, doll.”

He’s worried, you realize as you see it in his eyes. It’s almost so easy to miss, but you catch it. Nodding softly, you let him pull off his shirt, followed by helping you out of yours again. Pressing your chest to his, you wrap your arms around his neck desperately, his warmth keeping you from going into hypothermic shock. He keeps his vibranium arm back, holding both of their weight as he leans back just slightly. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your nose so cold he almost jumps at the sudden feeling.

“Thank you,” you murmur into his skin, feeling your body still as his warmth helps you feel less numb. The feeling in your hands was still gone, but you were starting to feel your toes.

“We’re partners.” His flesh hand rubs your back and it fully dawns on you that you’re half naked. Pressed against him. It makes you laugh awkwardly, hiding your face further into his neck. “What?”

“I’m- I just realized you just saw me naked.”

“If it means anything, I wasn’t looking.” There’s a long pause as he realizes that might have sounded rude. “Respectfully.”

You bark out a laugh, almost leaning back to look him in the eye, but that would probably make the blanket fall and expose you once again. “I won’t be mad if you did. Wouldn’t be surprised either.”

“Y/N.” His voice has a warning tone to it, like you're going too far. You almost are.

“Buck.” You tease.

“Feeling better, I’m assuming.” He doesn’t sound very amused.

Lifting your head, you look behind him, and your chin rests against his shoulder. “Still can’t feel my hands or legs but I’m getting warmer.”

To poorly prove your point, you glide your right hand over his shoulder blade, touching the thick scar tissue that meets with vibranium. You can feel his breath hitch at the contact, but you can’t really feel much else besides the warmth of his skin.

“I know what I’m supposed to be feeling,” you murmur quietly. “But I can’t quite place it. There’s warmth and the cold but, I dunno, it’s almost like…”

“Phantom limbs?” He finishes for you.

“I-“ you tense up in his grasp. “I didn’t mean it like that, Buck.”

“I know.” He rubs small circles between your shoulder blades, and moves to nudge the side of your head with his nose. It’s been awhile since anyone touched him like this. Since he touched someone else like this, too. “It’s okay, I get what you mean.”

You want a distraction from the slight pain of your limbs waking back up. It feels like you’re being pricked by a thousand needles all over your body. Yet, you can’t seem to find the right question to ask. Shifting your weight slightly against him, you try to not squirm too much in discomfort.

“You okay?” He leans his head back, trying to catch a glimpse of your face.

“My skin burns.” Your voice sounds strained as you try clenching and unclenching your fists. “It’s just uncomfortable, I’m- I’m okay.”

“Where specifically?”

“My hands the most, but my arms and legs as well.”

“Here.” He has you pull away from him, covering both of your hands with his, and brings them up to his lips. Breathing out on them, he glances up at you through his lashes. The blanket that had been around the both of you hangs off your shoulders, almost falling off completely. The way his eyes fall for just the briefest moment makes your heartbeat spike, and cheeks burn for a completely different reason.

“You know a lot about hypothermia recovery.”

“You’re more at risk of mild frostbite at this point.” He holds your hands still, the vibranium of his arm having warmed up a bit. “Your nerves are just waking up at this point. I don’t see any blisters or pale skin.”

“Which training was it?” You feel like jumping up and running around to stop the irritation and maybe not accidentally grind up against him from being unable to sit perfectly still. “Surely by the time you became an avenger, you knew all this survival shit.”

“Not an avenger,” he says and quickly moves on before you can rebuttal. “It was the military. Lotta cold nights. It was really the trench foot everyone needed to look out for.”

“Ugh I remember learning about that in high school.” Your nose scrunches up at the memory of the black and white photos.

He only hums thoughtfully, eyes fixated on your hands. You worry that the topic of conversation upset him, but he gives you a reassuring smile. Wiggling your hands from his grasp, you flip his dog tags through your fingers, a nervous habit he’s letting you get away with lately.

“You don’t talk about your family much.”

“Oh, well I… it’s complicated. They don’t, um, they don’t know I’m alive.”

“Oh.” Is all he can say.

“If I go all sweet on you, can I wear these for a day?” You change the subject quickly, smiling sweetly to distract him.

“If you go sweet on me,” his right arm snakes around your lower back, causing you to shiver at the touch. “You can wear whatever you want.”

You don’t miss the way his hooded eyes fall down to your bare chest with that crooked smile plastered on his face. Is Bucky flirting with you? Surely not, you think. You must be in hypothermic shock, having the opposite of a fever dream. A freezing, silly hallucination perhaps. Out of all the people he had a chance with, you imagined you’d be at the bottom of his list. Still, you see the faint blush dusting his cheeks, breaking through his smooth demeanor. His fingertips trace little shapes onto your skin as you’re still lost for words. Apparently you could dish it out, but not take it.

“James,” you mutter, thumb rubbing over the indented metal. You like the sound of it as it rolls off your tongue and he seems to as well by the way his grip on you tightens. “Almost as sweet sounding as Bucky.” When you look back up at him to tease, he’s frowning deeply. pushing you off of his lap, he stands quickly and leaves you on the cold floor.

“I’m sorry I—“

“Put your shirt back on.” He unintentionally snaps at you as he does the same.

You stare at him in hurt, mouth hanging slightly open but when he’s reaching for the hidden gun from the waistband of his tactical pants, you understand his reaction. Quickly, you dress, expecting another fight, but a rhythmic knock has you both dropping your shoulders in relief. Bucky opens the door, the sharp air harshly reminding you of your fall through the ice.

“Didn’t think the cabin had a shower.” Sam refers to your still wet hair.

“It’s doesn’t.” You scowl as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself.

Steve notices the sweater you’re wearing as Bucky’s first, and then sees your soaked pack sitting in a puddle of water.

“Go for a swim?”

“Not willingly.”

“We’ve got supplies.” Sam digs around until he’s holding up a can of soup. You reach out, making grabby hands at it, but Bucky snatches it up to warm it up for you on the stove.

As you slowly slurp down the chicken soup, the three men set up the cabin for the night and talk through the next steps for the mission. You pipe up here and there, offering up some advice. They all force you to sit and take it easy, even though you feel fine enough to move around. You know you need to dry out your things but when you voice this, Steve immediately starts hanging them up for you. Sam somehow waves you off to the singular bedroom that occupies the rest of the cabin, and you realize maybe they were right, your body stiff and tired.

“And where are the rest of you sleeping?” You huff as you crawl into the surprisingly comfortable large bed.

“Steve’s on first watch. We’ll rotate out on the couch.”

“What about Buck?”

“Doesn’t sleep much anyway.” His face turns slightly grim. “If I hear one peep out of you-“

“I swear to god. Do you all have to act like you’re my father?”

“Take that back! We’re brothers at best.”

“Whatever Wilson.” Still, you smile at him. “Let a woman sleep would you?”

You’re left alone, finding this room a lot colder without the help of a fireplace. A deep shudder passes over you as you try to maintain as much heat as you can from yourself. It isn’t much longer until you sense someone beside the bed. You reach underneath your pillow, producing a knife toward Bucky who is unphased.

“Just me, sweetheart.” He takes the knife from your hand and places it on the bedside table. “Move over. I’m on heater duty.”

You comply, letting him crawl underneath the blankets and pull you tight against his chest. “Tell me I don’t have to cuddle with Steve or Sam.”

“That bad?” His lips brush against your ear, making you shiver, and he mistakes it for you being cold.

“Wouldn’t know. They really are like brothers to me.”

Bucky chuckles, and lets silence settle between the both of you. All you can focus on is his large hand resting on your stomach, the thick layers of clothes preventing any heat from penetrating through fabric. You place your hand over his, holding on as you take in his heat.

“So what did that recruit say?” His voice startles you.

“Thought you forgot.”

“I don’t forget things easily.”

Turning over, you face him and see the faint outline of his features from the light spilling in from the main room. He’s closer than you expected, nose almost brushing yours, so you move back slightly. He’s still got an arm wrapped around you, but you allow it.

“He said I was a murderer with no guilt and I might have said ‘Well, it’s a good thing I won’t feel guilty if you end up tripping into my knife later, then.’”

Steve hadn’t found it as funny as Bucky does currently with the way he breathes out a laugh and grins widely.

“That’s my girl.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t upset.” You fiddle with a button on his shirt, pretending his praise hadn’t made you flustered.

“Good. Otherwise I would’ve had to kick his ass.”

“Alright, tough guy.” You roll your eyes and turn your back to him again, lacing your fingers together when his hand goes to rest against your stomach. “So you don’t forget things easily and had that map memorized, hm?”

“If I’d know you were going to fall in—“

“Hey,” you give his hand a squeeze. “It’s okay. Just glad it was me and not you. I might be strong but I don’t know if I could’ve gotten you out like you did me. Almost forgot all my training there.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just keep some sleep. You need it after the day you’ve had.”

“Buck?” You feel him lazily hum in response more than you hear it. “Just promise you won’t leave.”

“Promise, sweets.” He surprises you with a soft kiss just behind the shell of your ear.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #co-a #my writing

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hatchetfieldtheories · 3 years

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Its Week Fourteen of the Rewatchers with a Thousand Eyes watchalong - and who is that charming and adorable Terrortubby in today's picture? He has a face you can trust for sure! I mean, just look at his innocent - eye...

The Hatchetfield Ape-Man

Lucy Stockworth, an English Duchess who visits Hatchetfield every year in search of the mysterious 'Wooly-Foot', is about to give up the hunt when she meets a reclusive biology professor who's made a startling discovery...

Watcher World

Bill and Alice Woodward head for a day of daddy-daughter bonding at Watcher World, an aging amusement park on the edge of Hatchetfield. But there's more to this frightening funfair than meets the eye...

You can watch the episode here: x

This episode is such a blessing for me. Not so much from a theory stand point - but because we get two of my favourite Hatchetfield supernatural beings in one episode. Chumby (my dearly beloved) appears in The Hatchetfield Ape-Man, and honestly, I love both the actual Chumby and Ted's Encino Man moment.

(No, the 90s references never stop)

And then Blinky (my weirdly beloved) appears in Watcher World. I think I love Watcher World as much as I do because "demonic theme park" is 100% an aesthetic I can get behind and would like to make it my personality - thanks.

#rewatchers1000 #starkid #team starkid #nightmare time #hatchetfield #the hatchetfield ape-man #watcher world

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altrodent · 2 years

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I have been watching/playing a lot of movies/games, and I’ve come to the realization of that there is absolutely zero “character x reader” content for them ANYWHERE… I know what I must do.

Prepare for stories including, but not limited to:

BASEketball: Joe “Coop” Cooper, Doug Remer

The Outer Worlds: Felix Millstone

Encino Man: Link

Bio-Dome: Bud, Doyle

Evil Dead (franchise): Ashley Williams, Pablo Bolivar

And many more💕

(Hopefully)

I will try to make as many as I can, but between school and trying to find inspiration it might take me a while.

Thank you! 😚❤️

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Last Poll of The Day - 10/14/23

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olligreen · 3 years

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No Bad Student | 6 -- You're Alright, LaRusso

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Pairing: Lawrusso (Daniel x Johnny) Genre: Angst Warnings: None Word count: 2287 Summary: KK2 AU in which Johnny ends up living with Miyagi and Daniel for the summer. Inspired by nadianecromancer’s comic, but I’ll try to avoid making any scenes similar to the ones they already did! Notes: This was originally posted on Ao3 here.

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They both shared a sigh of relief, though Daniel’s was perhaps more desperate. Silence filled the room again and both were just as unwilling to venture a glance toward the other. The pause seemed endless. It was like they’d be stuck in this awkward limbo for the rest of their lives. Then, as if things couldn’t get worse, Johnny started laughing. At first a little stifled chuckle, then, as the bedframe came down gently on its new legs, it turned to an all-out fit.

The sound brought up sharp, sudden rage in Daniel, who looked on with a scowl. “What?! What’s so funny, huh?”

“I--... Sorry, I just--...” He stifled the last remaining mirth, catching his breath. “That was just so fucking weird, man.”

“What was weird about it?” Daniel said before he thought.

“Are you kidding me? That was weird as fuck. Like… I never thought I’d be that close to you without like… kicking your ass right after.”

“Right, like you could.” Daniel got away with the first word-vomit, but, from the way the mood shifted in that instant, he was sure he wouldn’t get away with this one.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, LaRusso?”

He decided to think a bit before he spoke this time. “Look, man, I just--”

“Don’t go backpedaling now, man. You think you could take me in a real fight, you’re dead wrong.” And just as quickly as they separated, Johnny stepped within a foot of Daniel, glaring down at him with deadly ire.

They weren't quite as close, but Daniel’s restless heart couldn’t tell the difference. He kept his gaze downward, avoiding Johnny; though, despite his efforts, Johnny's imposing figure took up much of his vision.

“You think you’re hot shit now that you won one fight? Nah, man. Just cause you have Ali doesn’t mean you can--”

“I don’t ‘have’ Ali.” He interrupted, some new rage burning in his words.

Johnny’s intimidation blunted, sending him back a few steps. “What?”

“We broke up a month ago.” His words were pointed but his expression was blank, as it was before. It was like he was confusing him on purpose.

“What’d you do?” Johnny responded without time for thought.

Daniel looked up with a scowl. “What the hell do you mean, ‘what did I do?’ Why’s it gotta be my fault?” Anger was a fine emotion to show him, apparently.

“‘Cause I know Ali, asshole. Now, what’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything! She ran off with some football player from UCLA!”

There it was again, that laugh of his, like a cup of gasoline on an open flame.

“What?! What could possibly be funny about that!?”

Johnny replied firstly with a cruel grin, though there was something off about it. “Now you know what it’s like.” He said, softer than he should have.

Daniel turned away, his face flushing. “No! No, that’s not the same thing.”

“Oh yeah? How is it any different?”

“You hadn’t talked to her for weeks, man! You were done!”

“Two weeks.”

“She wanted nothing to do with--... What’d you say?”

Johnny’s words were spoken underneath Daniel’s -- quiet, solemn, same as before. “We were split up for two weeks, then you showed up.”

Daniel stopped at once, brown eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y’know how long we were together?” He smirked, reveling in Daniel’s pain, but in his eyes, it was clear he wasn’t the only one hurting. “Two years.”

He was still too close. Anywhere in the room was too close. He stepped back, but couldn’t escape the horrible feeling bubbling up in his chest. He searched desperately for something he could throw back in his face, but how do you even respond to that? Eventually, he settled on the least volatile. “Oh,” he breathed out, eyes trained on the ground.

“Yeah, ‘oh.’” Johnny wandered over to take another defeated seat on his bedroll, though it felt more like a pyrrhic victory than a pure loss.

“Well, but--... But that doesn’t--”

“It doesn’t excuse what I did, I know.” He mumbled, absentmindedly twisting the cloth between his fingers. “But don’t you wanna go find that UCLA douche and kick the shit out of him?”

Daniel breathed a quiet laugh before he could stop it, erasing his smile as soon as he could manage. “Well, sure, but I’m not gonna. That’s not what Miyagi taught me.” He sat across from Johnny, legs crossed on the wooden floor.

Johnny’s eyes moved to the door momentarily. “What’d he teach you?”

“Karate’s for defense only.”

“Well, there ya go. I wasn’t taught that pussy shit.”

“It’s not ‘pussy shit,’ it’s real karate. Not like that garbage Kreese was teaching you.” Just as the words left his mouth, he thought back to the first time he brought up this same topic. He braced for impact.

But the impact never came. Johnny just sat on that bedroll, staring at the floorboards, solemn and silent.

Something about that hit Daniel harder than an angry outburst ever could. There was that image of him -- sitting on the curb, broken glass sparkling on the ground around him. It matched up perfectly. It wouldn’t leave his mind. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, just loud enough to break the silence.

Johnny’s eyes met his, puzzled. “For what?”

“I saw what happened with your sensei, I shouldn’t have mentioned him,” Daniel explained.

But the confusion didn’t cease. “Why do you care?” The words were spat out but were meant genuinely.

“Well ‘cause--...” Daniel started, then took a moment to consider his words carefully. “Mr. Miyagi says there’s no such thing as a bad student, just a bad teacher, right? So--... So I mean, you gettin’ all aggressive and acting like an--... Well, acting the way you did, that’s on him for how he taught you. Y’know what I mean?”

Johnny’s stare was unending as he tried to pick his words apart, his expression hopeful, then fearful, then ultimately clouded by rage. “And what about what you did, huh?”

“What? What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, not leaving well-enough alone? I was gonna call my guys off before you pulled that shit at the Halloween party."

“Oh, come on, Johnny, you and your stupid biker gang were kicking my ass every other day. You weren’t gonna stop. What am I gonna do, just sit and take it?”

“Well yeah, maybe! I mean, you were asking for it. If you would’ve just left Ali alone--”

“What, and nobody’s supposed to date her ever again?”

“Two weeks, man!”

“Yeah, and you had to be the one to tell me that!”

“Did you even ask?”

“Of course I asked! She said ‘weeks,’ that’s it. If she had any intention of getting back together with you, she would’ve said so, Johnny, but she didn’t. She said ‘weeks.’”

The tension in the air only heightened as Johnny considered his words. His lip curled up in disgust, but his glare faltered, and he was left staring at the floorboards again.

“I tried, man. I tried to just talk to you. I tried to tell you that guy was bad news, but you wouldn’t have any of it.”

“You don’t understand, man. You don’t get how much you took from me.” Johnny growled, desperate to shut him up.

“Goddammit, Johnny, I didn’t take anything from you! You lost!” Daniel half-screamed, the energy of the phrase lifting him from his seat.

Johnny followed. “I lost one fight and now, what, I deserve to be miserable? Maybe you’re a lot more like my sensei than you think you are.”

“I’m not talking about the fight, Johnny, for fuck’s sake, can you consider something other than fighting for once?”

“And what else am I supposed to consider, huh?”

“You lost Ali! You did! I didn’t ‘steal’ her from you, she stopped talking to you because you stopped being a person she wanted to talk to.”

“You got no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“What, you think her snobby Encino friends ever stopped talking about how ‘great of a boyfriend’ you were? Do you know how many times I had to hear your name after that tournament was over? I probably know more about that breakup than you do!”

“Fuck you, man.”

“Fantastic argument there, Johnny, good one.”

“Well, what do you want me to say?! That I’m sorry?!”

“That’d be a start!”

“Well then, I’m sorry, alright?! God, of course I’m sorry! You think I feel good about beating the shit out of a person half my size? About lying to my mom about why my clothes were covered in your blood? You think I don’t hate myself just as much as you do?”

The room deafened. The adrenaline in each rival’s mind dissipated, giving way to fear, regret, and sadness. Then, as Daniel’s breaths became heavy, he noticed a glint in Johnny’s eyes that brought him both serenity and pain.

“I just--... I saw you with her. I saw how happy you were and--... and how happy you made her. And--…” His eyes widened to keep in the tears, focused forward, but still, they fell. “And I just thought… ‘I need to make him feel pain...’ God, that sounds awful when I say it out loud like that.”

His words still frightened Daniel, but not enough to prevent him from taking a few steps closer.

“What if--… LaRusso, what if your Sensei was wrong?” The rage was long dead. His eyes were wide, desperate, terrified. There was no less fear hidden in his icy blue gaze than there was in Daniel’s not a few hours before.

“About what?” Daniel said cautiously.

“What if it’s not Cobra Kai? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just a bad person? I mean, what if there’s something wrong with me?”

Daniel shook his head immediately, refusing such a thing without a second thought. Was it that he didn’t think Miyagi could be wrong, or that he saw hope in Johnny’s fearful expression? Maybe it was both. Or maybe it was that feeling, the one he couldn’t explain, pushing his breaths out faster, pulling his arm out to touch Johnny’s shoulder.

He looked at the hand, fear fading to confusion. “I--...” He started, but his mouth fell closed.

“It’s alright, Johnny,” Daniel said softly, then pulled him into a hug.

The warmth shocked him. It took a few seconds before his body relaxed, then his arms climbed across Daniel’s back, holding him the same way he was held.

“You’re not a bad person. Miyagi can help you, alright?” Daniel’s voice was muffled into Johnny’s chest.

“I’m--... I’m sorry.” Johnny repeated.

Finally, Daniel pulled away, keeping that same hand rested on his shoulder, maintaining all the warmth and comfort he could provide in a smile. “I got that part.”

Johnny laughed through his tears, a welcome sound, now.

“Now, you’re not planning on kicking my ass while I’m sleepin’, are ya?” Daniel said as his hand dropped, warm smile falling to a grin.

The grin was matched. “Depends,” he started, his voice still strained, “are you as much of a cocky little shit asleep as you are awake?”

Daniel laughed, audibly. Imagine that. Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence, smiling and laughing at the same time for once.

“I’m not gonna fuck with you anymore, man. I shouldn’t even be here. I won’t push my luck like that.”

“Why do you need to stay here tonight anyway?”

Johnny’s shoulders tightened, his fatigued smile falling, but not gone. “Got kicked out.” He regained his seat on the bedroll.

“Why? You do something?” Not a moment passed before Daniel plopped himself down in front of Johnny, leaning his back against the bedframe.

“Nah, my stepdad just wanted to get rid of me.” He said casually as if it were a joke. “Now you gotta deal with me instead.”

“So it’s not just gonna be tonight, huh?”

His smile dropped.

“Oh! Well, it’s not--... I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.”

“Nah, it’s alright. I get it. I’ll try to keep it as quick as possible.”

“Johnny, no, really, it’s fine. I’m not gonna--”

“Dude, you fucking hate me. I understand. You don’t need to pretend not to just ‘cause I cried like a bitch in front of you.”

“I’m not pretending. I really think Mr. Miyagi can help you.”

Slowly, that smirk of his returned. “You’re alright, LaRusso.”

Fear washed over Daniel for just a moment but was gone as soon as it came. He gave a warm smile back to him. “You said that before.”

“Oh yeah.” Johnny looked off, recollecting. “It was a fun fight, I’ll give you that.”

He hummed a laugh. “Glad to hear my terrified flailing was entertaining to you.”

“Nah man, that wasn’t flailing. You’re a good fighter.” Johnny fell back on the bedroll, blonde hair puffing up as he did. “Not as good as me, but pretty good.”

“Oho! Somebody need a reminder of who won that fight?” Daniel grinned.

Johnny chuckled lowly, his eyes fluttering closed. “Nah, man, I wasn’t prepared for your shit then. Rematch.”

“Oh, what, you think that’ll change anything?”

“Mhm.”

Daniel let a quiet laugh fill the lapse in conversation, then stood and began to pace. It was getting dark out, the last red-orange glow of the sun the only light in the room. It felt strange. It was like he was in a liminal space, or a dream: quiet, calm, but somewhat offputting. Still, a determination filled his spirit that wasn’t present before, at least not with a source like this. Finally, he decided. “Y’know what, you’re on.”

But by the time the challenge was accepted Johnny was taken by the coming night, curled up on the bedroll, silent and serene.

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