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leclercloml · 11 months

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Enchanted to meet you | CL16

part 1 , part 2

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

Summary: cheating in never a option it's a choice, a choice that he made while she loved him with her whole heart but you know there's nothing that she do better than revenge.

Genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated french, grammar mistakes, incorrect time line to match the story line, A LOT of charles slandering (I'm sorry my love)

Author's note: important! this is not any kind hate towards alexandra she's a beautiful woman from inside and outside this is all fiction and if I see ANY hate toward her in comments you'll be blocked...and also this fic is slandering our it boy as well, so don't attack me for that because I love that guy sm, my username and profile should explain a lot, that's it hope you y'all like it 🫶🏻

fc: Gracie Abrams

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celebnews do you believe in fairytale? Well...no not anymore, the popular singer and songwriter Y/n L/n and formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc recently made their relationship public, they were also given the nickname called "the it couple" everything seemed perfect and fairytale and rainbows until few days ago Charles was spotted with a girl on his yatch which sources says is an arts student named Alexandra saint melux and the duo looked pretty comfortable around eachother, or more than comfortable meanwhile y/n was in new york for her work, thoughts on this?

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yourinstagram girls dinner ft. some stupid boys🥂 (they begged us to come)

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celebnews when at some point we all thought Charles Leclerc was regretting his decision or mistake, he infact was not, yesterday charles leclerc and probably his new girl alexandra saint mleux was seen leaving a fancy restaurant in Monaco, few fans said that the 'couple' seemed very happy and after that they both left to charles appartment in his custom pista, that's a very shameless behaviour. thoughts?

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ps: I finally did it! Thank you soooo much for waiting! And yes there will be part 4 AND once again this is no hate to charles or alexandra this is all just fiction so take it lightly, thank you 🫶🏻

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kookygranger · 9 months

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Fairytale of Hawkins: Part Two

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A cheesy hallmark Christmas fic inspired by @bettyfrommars's tow truck!Eddie and prompts #1 & #6 from Betty and @allthingsjoeq's Holiday Prompt Party

Summary: A petting zoo, Secret Santa and mistletoe never being around when you need it.

Warnings: reader doesn't have family, reader and Eddie are in their late 20s/early 30s, swearing

Word count: 5.3k

Author's note: Okay, it's 11:54pm on Christmas Eve where I am and this is far from perfect, but I wanted the people who enjoyed the first part to have this for Christmas so here it is. I hope you're all safe and you get moments of peace and joy these holidays.

Part One

You were handsome You were pretty, Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more – Fairytale of New York, The Pogues/Kirsty MacColl

3 Days 'Til Christmas

“So uh, what’s goin’ on with you and Robin’s friend?”

Hawkins town centre is frosted with a light dusting of snow that fell in the early morning hours. Picture perfect, like a Hallmark Christmas card. The hum of festive cheer in the crowds doing last-minute gift shopping and partaking in the charming small-town seasonal activities is mostly drowned out by an argument between Dustin and Lucas, Max and the younger Sinclair sibling rolling their eyes in annoyance. They sit, impatiently waiting for the rest of the party to show up, on the edge of the fountain frozen over with the cold snap that swept through town at the beginning of the week.

Steve’s perched on the back of a bench a few feet away, ignoring the squabble as Eddie toes the ground in front of him.

“First of all, I know you know her name. And B, nothing is going on, she’s a great girl and a really good friend to Robin.” Steve shrugs, “We both told you you’d like her.”

Eddie squints, his leather jacket opening to reveal a dark red sweater as his pocketed hand gestures in question, “Why me specifically?”

Steve shrugs again, “Rob and I both thought you’d hit it off. It just feels…right. Don’t you think?”

“I mean yeah, yeah she’s beautiful. Cute as hell when she gets flustered. But she’s a city girl–used to more than this, right?” He looks around at the small-town square, filled with little kids dressed in matching sweaters and flustered mothers pushing prams with clenched smiles. “She’ll be gone well before the ice on the road thaws.”

“So? What’s wrong with having a little holiday fling?”

Eddie sucks his teeth, “I don’t think I can.”

Steve lets out a low whistle, “You’re that head-over-heels already?”

“No.” Eddie shakes his head, cheeks flushing pink from more than just the bite to the wind, then sighs. “Think if I have a fling I might just get there though. This is Robin’s fault she shouldn’t’ve talked her up so much!” Steve chuckles at his friend’s distress. “Doesn’t help that she looks like a damn angel when the snow’s kissing her eyelashes.”

Steve rubs his face, “Jesus Christ.”

***

You and Robin had vowed to hold off drinking for the rest of the holidays after your night at The Hideout, which was followed by a day spent on the couch, groaning about loud noises as Gremlins beamed across the TV in the darkened living room. When you’d finally managed to peel yourselves away from the nest you’d made out of blankets, large diet sodas and greasy fries from the drive-thru, you decided to cross off making Christmas cookies from Robin’s list of “holiday activities that could make the grinch’s heart grow.” She assured you weren’t the Grinch in this situation but it certainly felt, pointed.

The misshapen sugary treats weigh down your tote bag as you walk arm-in-arm with Robin towards the designated meeting spot.

“I keep making a fool of myself in front of Eddie.”

Robin smirks, “You’re doing fine.”

“I can just be so,” you hold out your hand in a vague gesture and grimace, “sometimes, you know?”

Robin laughs, “Oh, I know.”

“Thanks.”

She squeezes your arm that’s wrapped around hers and shakes her head, “Everybody loves you I promise. And if they don’t yet, they will.” You both round a corner, the fountain and a group of animated college kids coming into view. Steve waves from across the street, Eddie turning his head in your direction then away again quickly when you make eye contact.

“Right.”

***

“C’mon now everyone keep up.” Steve claps his gloved hands together, his cheeks pink and his brows furrowed in faux admonishment as he leads the group towards the petting zoo set up for the weekend in the parking lot of Bradley’s Big Buy supermarket. You can tell by the glisten in his eyes how much it means to him to have all of his found family in one place.

You laugh softly when he claps Dustin on the back and the younger boy tries to shrug off his embrace.

“He’s in his element this time of year.” Eddie falls into stride next to you, the both of you now bringing up the rear of the boisterous group.

You nod, a small smile permanently etched on your face from the company. “I can tell.” You walk the rest of the way in silence, watching the antics of the strange mix of personalities in front of you with a distant bemusement as you tried and failed to come up with something to say. Had you called him sexy at one point the other night or did you dream that?

The stench of hay and something less savoury wafts over you as you all enter the car park under a bright red banner with ‘Petting Zoo’ written in white cursive on it. You’re about to ask Eddie if they did this every year when a middle-aged woman stops you with a brochure held out in front of you.

“Have you found Jesus?” She’s standing by the entrance in a matching woollen navy-blue coat and skirt, heels on her stocking-clad feet and hair quaffed perfectly in a bob accentuated by the pearls on her ears and neck.

You don’t even think about your response before it slips out, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise he was missing.” You can see Eddie smirk out of the corner of your eye. It was just meant to be a light-hearted joke, but the woman clearly didn’t see the humour.

She purses her lips in a thin line and snatches the brochure back out of your reach. “I should’ve known you were one of his type.” You keep walking along, her voice changed back into a sweeter version as she asks the next person the same question behind you.

You turn to Eddie, his eyes downcast and shoulders higher than they were a second ago. “What type are you?”

He rubs the back of his neck underneath the black knitted scarf that matches his beanie. “Uh, devil worshipper according to this town.”

“Oh, I’m actually lapsed. Found all that sacrificing was getting in the way of my day job you know?”

The smile that catches at the corners of his mouth makes your tummy flip.

“I know whattya mean.” He nods, all dramatics with his feigned seriousness, “So much laundry with all those blood-stained clothes.”

“Right? Such a hassle.” You both laugh as you look at each other. “Do they actually think that?”

Eddie shrugs, “It was worse when I was in high school, but I still get the odd bit of holy water thrown in my direction.”

“Why?” You shake your head and frown, serious this time. “Just because you listen to Motorhead?”

“That and I was the leader of the Dungeons and Dragons club in high school. It’s a game for nerds really, but it kinda got swept up into the satanic panic that was going around at the time.”

“That’s so…dumb.”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, watching your feet walk in sync together. “Yeah, I guess it is.” His head snaps back up, “Wait, how do you know Motorhead?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You bump his shoulder and scoff, “Did you just judge a book by her cover Eddie the devil worshipper?” He opens his mouth to speak but his reply is cut off by an animalistic snort that has your head turning in curiosity. You gasp as you spot the furry brown creatures leaning into patting hands over a wooden fence, “They actually do have reindeer here!”

Eddie grins as your face lights up. “Did you think they were lying?”

You shake your head, “I thought they’d just be regular deer. I’ve never seen–“ You grab Eddie’s leather-clad arm in your excitement and he looks down at your touch before you bound off towards Robin who’s laughing at your reaction.

El and Max have to coax you into actually patting one when you get closer, the antlers much more intimidating in person. They giggle as you squeal and pull back your hand when a cloud of condensation escapes from the deer’s nostrils as it huffs loudly.

You turn to laugh with them, distracted as the reindeer leans in closer, your body tensing when you feel its hot breath on the back of your neck before it snatches your scarf from around your shoulders. The girls yell as you whip around to see it trot off, barely processing what just happened when you feel a warm hand on your back, Eddie’s frame coming into view as he slips past you and jumps the fence. He’s able to grab the scarf out of the creature’s mouth and sneak back onto your side of the fence before anyone who works there even notices.

You’re speechless as he hands your scarf back to you, El and Max cheering along with Robin and Nancy who’d noticed the commotion.

The younger girls are giggling again when Max interrupts the silent look you and Eddie share while the scarf is held in between the both of you. “You’re a real knight in shining armour this week Munson.” He looks up at Max as she and El walk away, looking for their boyfriends to ask if they’d brave a reindeer pen for them.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You take the scarf from his hands, grimacing at the wet patch on the light fabric. “Don’t know if you can get reindeer drool out of cashmere though.”

He snorts, “Maybe you shouldn’t have worn something so expensive to a petting zoo, princess.”

You brush off the nickname, not entirely sure if it was meant in jest. “You know I’m a feminist, I’m gonna need you to stop coming to my rescue Eddie.”

He smirks, “I don’t think that’s feminism, I think that’s stubborn independence to the point of detriment.”

He was taunting. Flirting really, but Eddie forgets it takes time for people to figure out he’s not just being grumpy all the time. That he isn’t as mean as his initial wariness of people might suggest. For a second he forgets that you haven’t always been a part of this group – that you don’t know him like the others do.

The awestruck look that had graced your face drops. “Jeez okay, I didn’t realise we were reading each other.” His eyes go wide as you shrink into yourself. “You know, I realise you probably don’t like me very much and you might feel like I’m ruining your time with your friends at Christmas, but I am trying Eddie.”

He hates the way your eyes begin to water.

“Robins told me so much about all of you, I know how much you all mean to each other and I really didn’t want to intrude on that, but she insisted that it would be okay. She’s letting me spend the holidays with her family because I don’t have one, and I don’t want her to regret that.” You look down at your feet, “I’ll make sure to stay out of your way from now on.”

Eddie clenches his eyes shut as you walk away to find Robin or anyone else who won’t mind you joining in.

“Nice work Munson.”

***

Once the group have had their share of reindeer petting and eaten the cookies you and Robin had brought along with some hot cocoa from a nearby stand, everyone gathers in the town square again for the annual Secret Santa. You’re huddled together with Robin, head leaning against hers as you steal each other’s warmth and the group gathers in a circle, Steve tossing pieces of paper with everyone’s name written on them into his beanie.

Eddie keeps stealing glances at you as Steve goes around the group, dramatically holding a gloved hand to each of the teens’ eyes and yelling, “No peeking!”

Eddie feels shit. He can’t believe he’s made you feel unwelcome. Well, he can. He knows he can be guarded when it comes to letting new people into his life, but you’re one of Robin’s best friends – spending Christmas with her because you don’t have anywhere else to go and he’s made you feel like he doesn’t want you here. Asshole.

When Steve gets round to you and Robin, he holds the hat out to her then moves on to Jonathan and Argyle next. You figure you’re too new to the group to partake in this tradition, which seems fair. Steve rounds out the wonky circle with Eddie, dropping the beanie with a “whoops” before fumbling on the ground with it, then holding it out to Eddie. You notice him squinting his eyes in suspicion, wondering what’s going on between them when Steve comes back to you.

“Lucky last,” he smiles that charming cherub grin of his and you reach into the beanie to pull the last piece of paper out.

Of course it would be.

Steve reminds everyone of the budget and secret part of Secret Santa with a pointed look at Mike, who frowns in offence before the group starts heading off in different directions.

Robin moves to stand in front of you. “Who’d ya get? Do you need help? I can bend the rules for you seeing as you don’t properly know everyone.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m a bit disadvantaged.” You laugh nervously, “I uh, I got Eddie.”

“Oh great! He’s easy. Big nerd, you know what he likes.” She starts counting off on her fingers, “Music, DnD, Lord of the Rings and all that fantasy stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrug.

She hooks her arm with yours again, “C’mon let’s go together, I got Nancy. I feel like you’ll be better at picking something for her than me.”

***

After an hour and a half, you’re about ready to give up. You helped pick out a faux-leather journal and fountain pen set for Nancy from Robin, but you haven’t been able to find anything remotely good for Eddie’s gift. Everything feels impersonal like something he could’ve just picked up himself and the last thing you want is for him to be disappointed that you got him for the gift exchange. Just another friend-only activity that your presence has ruined.

You’re currently browsing through a second-hand bookstore, hoping to find something you can curl up on the couch in your apartment with during the rest of the holidays, while Robin’s popped into the bath and body shop across the street to look for a gift for her aunt.

Your eyes scan the hardbacks in the fantasy section, fingers running lightly across the spines when they come to a stop on a light green book. You tilt the book from the shelf, admiring the mountains and dragon carved in navy blue adorning the border. This could be perfect. Carefully opening the worn cover, you find an inscription written in the yellowed pages that makes you smile. You close the book softly and head to the counter to ring it up. Maybe he wouldn’t be disappointed.

Dear Henry,

In celebration of our mutual liking – I hope Bilbo becomes a friend as well.

Happy Birthday,

Love, your Arwen

***

Christmas Eve

The butcher paper wrapped gift sat heavy in your palm as you’re greeted by Steve in his living room when you and Robin walk in. You hold up the present in question, keen to get rid of it before your clammy hands ruin the red satin bow decorating it, and Steve points you in the direction of the pile under the colourfully lit tree. You take a moment to admire the personal ornaments, the glint of a red 20-sided dice reminding you of the other inhabitant of this apartment.

The famous Harrington Christmas Eve party had been talked up by Robin for months. In her attempt to get you to Hawkins, she promised you a preview of the King Steve you’d heard her tease him so much about (which he vehemently denied was a thing), potently spiked punch (which you would not be partaking in) and impromptu games out on the street that would cause noise complaints from the neighbours.

And now that Steve and Eddie shared an apartment? Apparently, rowdiness was a prerequisite.

You’re more nervous than you should be as you settle in, taking solace in Jonathan and Will’s quiet company on the couch as you sip on a non-spiked mug of egg nog. It isn’t until half an hour later that Eddie even shows up, despite this being his apartment.

He walks into the living room, cheeks red from the cold, snow still sprinkled on his shoulders and in his hair. He’s followed closely by Dustin who’s rugged up in an assortment of knitwear that looks like it was definitely made by a doting family member, and grins when everyone greets him.

“Finally, you two.” Steve walks in from the kitchen with a bowl of freshly poured potato chips. “Everyone’s here, we’re getting ready for Secret Santa.”

Eddie just nods at him, offering you a tight-lipped smile when you catch his eye before he walks over to the tree to place something under it with his back turned to you.

While everyone gathers in the living room, he ducks out. Returning without all the extra layers, his crisp white t-shirt takes you by surprise and your eyes wander to the silver chain around his neck.

Pull it together, honestly.

“Okay, I’m first!” Robin walks across the room to the tree by the front window, only to be stopped by Steve’s arm.

“What? Why are you first?”

“Well, someone has to be dingus. Why not me?”

“Uh, maybe we should let our guest be the first?” Everyone turns their head towards you and the attention makes you sink further into the couch.

“Oh, no Robin is always first.” You wink in her direction, then frown. “Wait, did that sound weird?” You look at Jonathan and Will who both chuckle, the older boy giving you a shrug.

After Robin tears through her present the decision is made to go anti-clockwise around the room. The closer it gets to Eddie who’s sitting on the couch opposite you, the more your palms begin to sweat. You don’t think your heart could take him being indifferent to his gift, and you hated that you cared so much about what he thought. What was this town doing to you?

When Steve hands Eddie his gift your back automatically straightens, perched perilously on the edge of your seat you grip the mug of egg nog in your hands. He takes his time with unwrapping, not diving straight in and tearing like you would’ve expected, even draping the ribbon around his neck once he’s untied it. When he gets to the gift the room is mostly silent, save for the Christmas carols playing from the stereo in the corner. You’d already clocked The Kinks, The Damned and Ramones – sure that the boy who held your last ditch gesture in his hands had picked the tunes.

Eddie’s face is stoic as his fingers run along the cover of the book. When Dustin and Mike, sat near him spot what it is they share exclamations of “Sick”, but you’re more interested in the metalhead’s opinion. You take in a deep breath as he opens the well-preserved cover and you watch his eyes read the inscriptions.

After much back and forth you’d decided to leave your own message next to the original one. Writing in pencil in case he wanted to erase it.

He rubs his freshly shaven jaw then his eyes find yours across the room. They’re soft. Pools of awe that match the tone of his quiet voice.

“Thank you.”

You offer him a small smile, “You’re welcome.”

“How did you know it was from her?” Dustin pipes up from his seat on the floor.

“Lucky guess.” His eyes hadn’t left yours until then, and you watch him scan the message again.

Dear Eddie,

I know you’re already well acquainted but I thought what better company on a long winter’s night than the second best party to go on adventures with (second only to your own of course).

Merry Christmas,

C.G.

You feel his eyes on you as the rest of the gift-giving takes place around you. Wiping the sweat off your palms now that the moment was over, but the tension you’d felt hadn’t lifted from your chest – only tethered itself to the cause that was sitting across the room lightly brushing his thumb over your offering.

You’re the last in line to open your Secret Santa, but the attention of the room has been caught up in the gifts that have already been revealed. You’re admiring the new camera bag Jonathan is turning over in his hands when Steve taps you on the shoulder. He holds out a small parcel that fits in the palm of his hand and winks at you when you take it, before walking over to sit by Dustin.

You look down at the parcel wrapped in shiny red paper, tugging at the twine tied around it when you feel the weight of the couch shift beside you.

Eddie takes up more room than Jonathan who’s now sitting on the arm of the sofa across from you with Nancy’s arm draped over his leg. He’s manspreading a little, but the only reason you notice is because of the close proximity of his knee to yours.

“You got me,” he gestures to the gift in your hands, “I mean I got you. Well, I guess both are true.” He holds up his new copy of The Hobbit and smiles softly.

You look down at your lap again and begin to unwrap your present, Eddie’s leg bouncing next to yours. A glint catches your eye as a pair of dangly ruby earrings is revealed.

“They’re not real obviously,” Eddie scratches his jaw, “and Robin said you’d be happy with anything, like a snow globe or candy but I saw these in the drugstore and thought they’d look good on you.”

You smile, “Eddie they’re really pretty. Thank you so much.”

He blows out a puff of air, “You like them?”

“I love them, honestly. Oh, look we match!” You hold out the earrings next to the ring on his finger sporting a small ruby stone.

His cheeks are dusted in pink as he smiles, “Yeah, I guess we do.” You ask him to hold the earrings you had in before as you swap them. “You don’t have to put them on now.”

“I know, I want to.”

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, mesmerised as he watches you put on his earrings. “What does C.G. mean by the way?” He opens the book in his lap again.

“City girl.” The frown on his face troubles you momentarily before he speaks again, doe eyes pining you down once more.

“Thank you. It’s really special. You’re really–“ He trails off, eyes searching yours as you wait for him to finish his sentence. But he doesn’t. Instead, he gets up so abruptly that you flinch. “I gotta uh, find something…I’ll be back.”

You turn to Will who had been not so subtly watching the whole exchange from the other side of the couch and gives you a sympathetic smile when you say, “I still don’t know where I stand with him.”

***

For the next twenty minutes, you only see glimpses of Eddie as he darts in and out of rooms. Stomping around like he’s on a mission, a crease etched deeply in his brow. While Nancy and El are admiring your earrings in the kitchen, you hear a squeak of shoes on the linoleum before you see a blur of brown hair disappear around the corner.

You excuse yourself, finding Eddie alone in the hallway, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and head tilted to the ceiling.

“Eddie, are you okay?” He shakes his head and huffs out a bitter laugh. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s always goddamn mistletoe at these things. Steve always gets drunk and tortures people with it, but then this year? Of course there’s none!”

You step closer, now standing in front of him but he doesn’t meet your eye. You’re confused. “Why do you need mistletoe?”

“So I have an excuse to kiss you.”

Oh.

OH.

Wait, what?

“Why don’t you just…kiss me?”

His head snaps down, eyes flickering back and forth between yours with a frown. “Can I?”

You bite your lip to stop the enormous smile threatening to creep onto your face. “Yes Eddie, you can kiss me.”

He pushes himself off the wall, crowding your space and reaching a hand out tentatively to touch your face, thumb gently stroking your skin like he had the book. He searches your eyes for any hesitation before he leans in slowly until your fluttering lashes tickle his cheek and he can’t take it anymore. The kiss is as soft as the snow falling in flurries outside, one elongated peck before you're both leaning in for another, and another. Turning tender as he reaches his other hand to pull you closer by the waist. You can taste peppermint on him, probably from one of the candy canes hanging on the tree, but it’s the warmth from his chest and the heady scent of his cologne and smoke that clings to his shirt that has you lost in him. So lost that when his thumb gently pulls down on the side of your mouth, you let him in with no hesitation, his tongue now spreading his warmth from the inside.

“Wow, that got R-rated really quick.” You jump and lean back, not moving far with Eddie’s grip still on your waist. You look down the hall and catch Robin nodding with a look of slight disgust on her face next to a smirking Steve standing there with his arms crossed.

Eddie bows his head and sighs, “Really? Think you can maybe take the commentary somewhere else Harrington?”

He holds up his hands in defence, a leafy twig with white berries hanging from his hand. “Hey, I was just coming to give you two a push, but it looks like the party’s already started.”

Eddie pinches the skin in between his brows, “For fuck sake.” You cover your mouth with your hand at the sight of the deep blush creeping into his cheeks, which deepens even further when you both hear Dustin yell from the other room.

“Did he kiss her yet?!”

Eddie groans and moves his hand to the small of your back to guide you out the door, flipping off the audience at the end of the hall before grabbing your coats off the hanger. He helps you into yours and leads you outside the apartment building by your hand.

For the first time since you arrived in Hawkins, you don’t notice the cold that greets you, focused entirely on Eddie’s warmth as he crowds you against the brick wall of the building. He holds one arm above you, almost enveloping you in his soft waves when he leans in.

That intense gaze has you shying away again, opting to play with the zipper of his jacket instead of looking back.

“You really liked your gift that much huh?”

“I really like you.” He tilts your chin up.

“I didn’t think–“

“I’m sorry if I made you feel unwelcome,” he frowns. “I have trouble letting people in.”

You shake your head and he moves his hand to stroke along your jaw. “It’s okay, this is a very special family I’ve walked into. I understand why you’d be wary of anyone disturbing that.”

“You fit right in. I promise.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He smirks, “Also, I’m just really, really bad at flirting when it comes to drop-dead gorgeous city girls.”

You grin, “I think you’re probably better at it than you think.”

He leans in, lips a breath away from yours, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

***

Christmas Day

The screen door shudders under your touch as you knock on the trailer, your gloved hand coming back to wrap around the translucent cake plate tucked into your chest. You hear muffled footsteps before the inside door swings open to reveal a beaming Eddie on the other side.

“Hi,” you smile.

You step back to let him open the screen door and he meets you with half a step out, grabbing the plate from you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips that has you desperate for more.

“Hi, sweet girl. C’mon in.”

You follow his warmth, “There’s only half left of the cheesecake. I’m sorry Robin and her family already ate most of it, then I kind of hid it when I realised I didn’t have anything to bring over – I think it tastes pretty good though. And I brought this wine, which is all they had left at the store and it only came in this gigantic bulk size, I think it might be half water–”

You feel Eddie’s smile as he presses his lips to yours again, “It’s okay sweetheart. You didn’t have to bring anything.” “I know, but I wanted to make a good first impression and we both know that I…don’t.”

He chuckles, “Trust me, I was blown away as soon as you stepped outta that car.”

You roll your eyes, snappy reply dying on your tongue when you hear a door open and an older man walks down the short hallway towards you. “Hi, Mr Munson.” Eddie squeezes your shoulder as you step forward with your hand held out and introduce yourself. “Thank you so much for having me, I hope I’m not intruding on your Christmas.”

“Nonsense,” he frowns at you, the resemblance uncanny, and brings you in for a tight hug. “Please call me Wayne, darlin’. Honestly, Ed’s been bouncing off the walls waiting for you to come so you might be able to do me a favour and get him to sit still.”

“We were just watching Gremlins.”

“Oh, I love that film! I didn’t get to appreciate it the other day because I was hungover–I mean…we were busy baking cookies.” You feel Eddie’s chuckle on the side of your face.

“She brought baked goods and wine, Wayne. All for lil’ old us.” He squeezes your shoulder again.

“It’s not any good.” You hold out the cheap bottle to Eddie’s uncle.

“Oh hell, anything you can uncork, uncap or unscrew, I’ll drink it.”

You laugh, shoulders relaxing under Eddie’s subtle massage.

***

You feel light.

Floaty and fuzzy with the laughter coming from beside you, your body sinking into the worn couch and Eddie’s gentle stroking of the back of your hand grounding you in the moment. The Munson’s, like almost everybody else in Hawkins had welcomed you into their home with open arms.

It was Christmas and you were curled up on the couch with a boy who meant something to you. Allowed to be a part of a family if only for a short period.

“So little miss, you headin’ home tomorrow?” You turn to Wayne, who’s sitting in his armchair, eating a piece of the cheesecake you plated up for him with Eddie’s help.

“I was planning on it, but you know the airport gets so busy during the holidays and Robin’s still gonna be here so…I think I might just stay till New Year, actually.”

Eddie’s head snaps from the TV set towards you. He grips your hand a little tighter to get your attention.

“Is that right?”

You turn to him, “Yeah. Are you–are you gonna be around?”

“No,” he shakes his head, frowning in that way that’s starting to make your heart flutter, “I gotta work. Lotta damsels in distress needin’ me to rescue them from the side of the road.” You feel the heat creep up your neck as Wayne rolls his eyes at his nephew.

“Wanna ride shotgun?”

~ THE END ~

Tagging: @eddieslooneymoonie, @micheledawn1975 – thank you for asking!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #towtruck!eddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #promptparty #she writes

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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The Alcott

Tags: Jake Seresin x reader, getting back together, short fic, break up and make up, barely a plot tbh

Summary: On a rainy night in Austin, Jake reminds you why you fell in love with him all those years ago.

Warnings: cursing, mild kissing, a lot of prose, breakups, getting back together, jake being a little bit of an ass

A/n: eh, not super happy with it but i wanted it out of my drafts. happy reading to you and 999 followers to me!

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give me some tips to forget you

“Come with me,” he asks. “Come to school with me.” You both know your answer before he even asks the question. He has his path- the Navy, and you have yours- a job waiting for you in New York. He’s proud of you for getting it, of course he is, but you can’t feel that pride now while he’s asking you to leave that behind for him. Maybe you could do it if you loved him a little bit less.

“Jakey,” you sigh, “Please, let’s not do it like this.”

“There’s no other way to do it,” Jake answers, his tone cool. It’s not the voice you like hearing, especially not aimed at you. You know that Jake can be a cruel, harsh person. He’s shown time and time again from girlfriend to girlfriend. “You’re leaving.” His voice shakes and your heart brakes.

“So are you,” you defend softly. “Come on, we don’t have to do it like this.”

“Maybe,” he says. And he walks away, his blond hair glinting in the moonlight. The confidence in his stride is marred only by a shakiness in his unshakable hands.

You don’t see him again for years.

~*~

i’ll ruin it for you

At some point, you forgive him. It comes naturally, and you don’t think you’ll ever be strong enough to hold it against him.

You went different ways. It happens, you know that now, but the way it happened left scars.

Partners go by, men and women who just aren’t Jake. You love them and they leave you or you leave them- it doesn’t matter, really. They never know you like he did.

You accept that he was your person, your one, and you lost that when you let him walk away.

Some people just don’t get a fairytale ending- or any part of a fairytale. You’re lucky enough to have had a brief view of it.

It’s not like you don’t think about him. Visions of little green-eyed kids running through a manicured lawn with Jake laying out in the sun creep into your mind at weaker moments.

And it hurts to think that it could be with somebody else. That he could be with someone else.

But you forgive him. And you try to move on.

~*~

i think i’m falling back in love with you

Rain falls down around you, blocking the stars from peeking through the clouds. The smell- earthy and sweet- fills the night air, despite the city’s atmosphere. The door to the bar protests its movement when you push it open with a long, drawn out squeal. The neon sign above the door flickers from years of use, the green neon “Alcott” sign long since past it’s prime.

The inside looks the same as it did when you were last here. The dark wood paneling that lines the walls is cracked and a little more faded than it used to be, and the lights are dimmer than you remembered, but the smell of cracked leather is the same. It reminds you of blue eyes and blond hair and a signature grin accented with a toothpick between his teeth.

After all the time away, it still feels like he should be here beside you, a hand planted on your lower back, warmth radiating from his body.

You gravitate towards a booth in the back where you used to spend countless nights, a cold glass sweating rings into the sticky wooden tabletop. The cracked leather of the booth is uncomfortable and vaguely tattered, but it feels like old memories.

From your bag, you pull out a faded yellow notebook and start writing anything that comes to mind. Memories fade with ideas, and your thoughts flow onto the page seamlessly.

This place will always, always remind you of him. It’s the most memorable of your old haunts, a place where you spent countless nights pretending to care less about each other than you really did. It was the place where you lost him and the place where you find him and the place where you fell in love with him.

You’re focused on your work when a figure approaches you and a familiar voice greets you. “Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” That voice, the one you’ve been thinking of, tears you from your writing.

There, standing broad and strong in front of you, is Jake. For a moment you simply stare, thinking it’s a trick of the light. But the gleam in his eyes and the shine of his hair can’t be your imagination.

“Jake?” you ask dumbly. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m giving a speech at the graduation,” he says. “You still live here?” he asks, no judgement in his tone. “You were supposed to do big things in a bigger city.”

“Not everyone can be a naval officer,” you respond with a grin. “And you should know that college dreams don’t work out for everyone. They didn’t for us.” You can’t help but remind him of all the things that happened between you. All those days laying on grainy, Texas clay beaches during weekend trips, sun woven through his hair and his eyes that matches the blue-green water. The late nights cram sessions and coffee runs the morning afterwards, completely enamored by his hand in yours. Laying out on the grassy lawns of campus with a blanket underneath you, iced coffees shared between you, his ball cap backwards and his fingers skimming across the skin of your stomach. “And I don’t live here, I’m just visiting. My cousin is graduating.”

“Murphey?” he asks, light in his eyes. Him and Murph always got along, although they were a strange pairing. Murphey used to visit you some weekends when her parents were busy, and if she stayed with you, it was inevitable for her not to know Jake. “Is she that old now?”

“She’s 22 now. Graduating with an undergrad in nursing. Says she wants to help people,” you explain, pride evident in your voice.

“Fuck,” he says. “That’s unbelievable.”

“Time flies,” you offer. “It’s fucked up, but it happens. Doesn’t feel like it, though.”

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“How’s your mom?” Marie Seresin, when you knew her, was a force just like her son.

The smile that fills Jake’s face is soft and wide, a special one saved for his family. “She’s good. Stubborn as usual, but it’s okay what you’d expect.”

“That’s good. Grace still giving you trouble?” Jake’s sister is just as stubborn as his mother, and she has been a strong advocate for you when you and Jake split up.

“She’s been on my ass to settle down, but that’s what older sisters are for.”

“So I’ve heard. No lucky girl ever got you to buy a ring?” you ask, offering him the seat across from you. He slides into the booth and leans forward on his forearms, the sticky tabletop underneath him.

Jake’s grin doesn’t falter as he takes the question in his stride. “Nope. Many have tried, but to no avail. Deployment doesn’t make it easy.”

“Right,” you say.

“And you?” he asks, and you make yourself busy shoving your things into your bag. “Anyone settle you down?”

“No, I’m too romantic for that.” It’s meant to be a joke, but it falls flat between the two of you. Truthfully, you’re too much in your own head to start something new at this point. “I finally wrote that book, though.”

“Really?” he asks, and that old pride is in his eyes. “I thought you said you were never going to finish it.”

“Yeah, well a few years ago I got some inspiration.” It remains unspoken that the inspiration was him. “I sent you a copy.”

“I didn’t get it,” he says. “But I’ll look for it now.” From the old speakers, an old familiar song starts playing. It’s a country song, one you somehow never learned the name of, one that makes a smile grow on Jake’s face.

“Care to join me, darlin’?” Jake drawls, a smirk on his face as he offers his hand to you, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to dance.”

“How could I? You never let me sit down when we used to come here,” you respond, a grin finding its way to your face.

You fit with him like you never left. His hands on your hips, yours on his shoulders. He’s stronger now, broader too. But he smells the same, like lemongrass and linen.

The music is full of static and not quite loud enough, but you dance on nevertheless. Jake spins you away and pull you in effortlessly, sure of his moves while you don’t know what you’re doing. It’s been a long time since you’ve danced with someone like this.

“I haven’t been the same person since I met you,” Jake says breathlessly. It can’t be because of the dancing. “You’ve changed me, and you know how stubborn I am. That’s no small accomplishment, sweetheart.”

You interrupt and tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, doesn’t have to make you feel better. You’ve forgiven him, and there’s no need to bring up old wounds. Not when they’ve scarred so deep. “Jakey-“

“No,” he cuts you off firmly. “Let me do this. You deserve to hear it.” He waits for your slow nod before he continues, his hands at fists by his side. If he reached out to touch you right now, you couldn’t say no. “We should have fought harder for each other. I should have fought harder. You were- are- the best thing that’s happened to me, and I let you slip away.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you ask. It feels like a cruel trick, him saying these things to you. They can’t be true, can’t make a difference.

“I read your book. I know I said that I didn’t, but I did. There was this line you wrote that said falling in love was the last thing they wanted, but they did it anyway. I don’t think we’ve ever had a say in our paths with each other, but there’s nothing that I’d rather do than fall in love with you again.” It comes out in a rush of words, messy and poetic at the same time. Somehow, it’s everything you want to hear and nothing you thought you’d ever have.

Your answer is uncoordinated and decidedly not romantic. “Are you joking?”

The hurt that passes his face is brief before he recovers. “Darlin’, I’m as serious as I can be. If you’ll have me, I’m here.”

For all your written words, you don’t have an answer for him.

So you do what you’ve wanted to do ever since he walked away that day. You pull him in close to you and kiss him. Electricity flies down your spine and you grab onto his shirt, trying desperately to keep him as near you as possible. Like he’ll fly away in a cloud of exhaust and unspoken words.

But he’s a man of his words, so he kisses you back, his hands cupping your face and roaming your body. He used to know every curve, but you’ll have to reacquaint him now. 10 years is a long time. Though it’s not long enough for you to have forgotten what this is like- being with him. It’s a glass of Whiskey, smooth and burning with just the right amount of heat. It’s fire and smoke and green grass and everything that’s right and good mixed with all things that burn.

“Baby,” he mutters against your lips. “I’ve fucking missed you.” Everything in you screams that you share the same thought.

“I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m here.”

“Good, he says. “Because I’m not letting you go again. We’ve wasted too much goddamn time without each other.”

Part of you knows that this isn’t how things work. People don’t magically come back, and people don’t get swept off their feet in bars on a rainy day. But Jake’s always been a thunderstorm at the least possible time.

You can’t question it when it feels so perfect. Maybe you’ll wake up and realize that this is the aftermath of drinking too much alone or it’s a dream that you’ll turn into a story and sell it to all the other lonely people. You doubt that you’re imaginative enough to create the callouses on his hands or the rough scratch of his jeans. You’re definitely not romantic enough to write the way his lips feel against yours or the desperate edge to his kiss.

But for now you won’t try to wake up. You’re going to keep Jake for as long as you can, and if it hurts you again at some point then you’ll have to heal just like you did the first time.

All the pain in the world is worth it. Worth him. That you know for certain.

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lfghughes · 1 year

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This Ain't Over Yet

a/n: i realized that the poll I wrote didn't accurately explain how I wanted to do it. But this is a Jack fic that just has sebastian in it. im sorry to my seb girlies i promise if you want stuff for him i can do it.

warning: cursing, talks of cheating

A part of you dreaded this second round of playoffs, not that you would really explain that to Sebastian. Your history was…complicated to say the least. Before you started dating Sebastian you had a small fling with Jack but he had ultimately ended things. His reasoning was he just couldn’t find the time to balance you and hockey but you were sure that was code for he had found another person who interested him more or he simply just wasn’t into you anymore and used his schedule as an excuse.

Somehow, someway you had ended up talking to Sebastian Aho on instagram one day and one thing led to another. He knew about your past fling there were enough photos that it wasn’t something you could hide even if you wanted to but what happened with Jack was long over and it didn’t affect your relationship. But now you would get to see your ex for a good chunk of these games and that would be…fun.

“Good luck, fishy.” You told your boyfriend, giving him a quick kiss before he headed out to his game. If there was one thing you loved about game day it was the suits and Sebastian always looked good in his. You really couldn’t complain when it came to him, he was a great boyfriend and he was everything you had always pictured a fairytale romance would have.

Once you were at the game most of that dread had washed away because you were focused on one person and one person only. That was until suddenly in front of your eyes Jack and Sebastian got into a fight. Your ex wasn’t even much of a fighter but yet here he was on top of your current boyfriend. Finally the refs pulled him off of Sebastian but as Jack was getting skated away he made eye contact with you, giving you a small wave.

All you could think in that moment was what the fuck is going on. This was an away game but you and Sebastian had decided why not have you come with him because then you two could do some touristy things in New York on his off day. With that being said, even though this was an away game you were familiar with the prudential center. You found your way to where you knew Jack would be after the game and as soon as you saw him the anger bubbled inside you.

“What the fuck, Jack? What was that?” You asked him and he just looked at you and shrugged. “It was nothing.” That answer only infuriated you more because it wasn’t nothing. “Why are you throwing punches at my boyfriend?”

“He doesn’t deserve you, you know that right?” And there it was, this was some weird jealousy thing that boys did. “Did you forget the part that you ended things with me?” Maybe he was forgetting that very essential part of the story. “I made a mistake but you just went off and started dating someone else right away.”

“You don’t get to turn this around on me.” As you spoke his hand went to your cheek, cupping it gently and you immediately jumped back from the touch from him. “Jack, don’t. I can’t do that to him.” You told him as you took another step back from him because right now you didn’t trust being alone with him. “You know you’re bored with him, you just won’t admit it but don’t worry. I’ll be here when you finally do.”

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hippolotamus · 10 months

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Whatever may come (Buddie | 77.4k | M)

all in the Jee-tails (Married Buddie | 4.5k | T)

My fandom fic events in 2023

One entry for @911ficletsnotnovels (Madney)

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

well, what I hope to achieve in 2024 anyway... let's not get too crazy

finish and publish:

praying to god one day you'll be mine - Buddie oneshot(?) 9 y/o Eddie asks his best friend in the world, Evan, on a date with the encouragement of Tia Pepa. After, the Diaz parents shame the hell out of him for it. As an adult Eddie really wants to ask Buck out but has to overcome all of his childhood queer grief to do so. (okay maybe I'm being optimistic about this being a oneshot... god knows I can't shut up when it comes to queer feels and grief)

come close (let me be home) - a Buddie Bridgerton au with Eddie as Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and Buck as Kate Sharma overseeing Maddie finding a new husband.

you're where i wanna go - Buddie historical au that is set mostly in the 1900's with some travels back to 1899, and forward to 1969. Buck and (single, childless, never been married) Eddie meet in 1899 when Buck is traveling after Maddie leaves. They are later separated and Buck marries Lucy (for reasons that have nothing to do with love and everything to do with queerplatonic goodness). Years later Eddie returns with Christopher...

with my heart in my lap - Twylexis historical au. Alexis and Twyla get together in August 1939, just before Canada enters WWII. Alexis leaves for college but returns almost immediately because teachers, students, etc have left the school to join the war. When she comes home Twyla isn't there. Alexis goes traveling around and ultimately lands in New York. While browsing a junk shop she comes across a necklace she gave to Twyla when they got together and begins a search to find her lost love.

And if I’m super lucky/ambitious

the darkest fairytale - Buddie magic au with witch!Eddie and cat familiar!Buck

run to the water (and find me there) - Buddie au. Kid Eddie is saved by merperson!Buck after a wave knocks him under the water. They reconnect when Eddie moves to LA as an adult.

rules and tags below the cut

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tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @monsterrae1 @underwater-ninja-13 thank you loves 😘

no pressure tagging @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @apothecarose LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @jamespearce9-1-1 @jesuisici33 @buddierights @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @statueinthestone @spotsandsocks @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @wikiangela @loserdiaz @heartshapedvows @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @smblmn @ramonaflow @pirrusstuff @welcometololaland @your-catfish-friend @steadfastsaturnsrings @hoodie-buck and anyone else who wants to play 💞

#apparently i’m in my *separate and reunite them* era #3 fandoms if you count the sprinkle of tumblr words for fellow travelers #*damn* i sure do love parens in titles #writing gods give me strength to finish these wips #fic writing review 2023 #hippo writes #sc fic #buddie fic

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mp0625 · 9 months

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Fairytale of New York

Taglist. Masterlist.

Anthony Beauvillier x reader

For @swissboyhisch for the Hockey Girlies Discord Christmas Fic Exchange

A/N: Merry Christmas Erin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you have an a amazing one!!! Sending so many hugs!!!!! This was so fun to write! I’m going to put the masterlist and the taglist in a little while my laptop is being stupid

You wake up to a couple big snuffs in your ear. And when you opened your eyes you saw a big sleek brindle mass. “Ollie you need to go out?” You ask and his tail starts to wag faster. “I’ll wake up daddy.” To wake him up you hit Anthony on the chest. “Your son wants to go outside.”

“He’s your son now.”

“Since when is he my son?” You asked rolling over to face Tito.

“Since he woke me up at 2 am wanting to go outside.”

“That’s not my problem. I’ll make coffee while you take him out.”

“Fine.” As you followed him out the bedroom, him heading to the back door and you to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. As you start pulling mugs and creamer out you hear the back door open and close and Tito coming into the kitchen.

“Why is it so cold outside?” He asks while grabbing you from behind.

“Holy shit your hands are cold.”

“Yeah, it's cold out there.”

“It’s not that cold, it’s New York, not Sorel-Tracy.”

“Are you ready to do presents?”

“Yeah give me five minutes to finish my coffee, I’ll meet you by the tree.”

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“You ready?” He called.

“Yes.” You come walking in with a brindle shadow following you into the living room. “Can we do mine first?” Grabbing a small box with blue wrapping paper with snowflakes on it and handing it to him.

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you, just open it!”

As he rips the paper open he sees the box that he’s been wanting to get for months.

“You got the watch I’ve been eyeing!” He says as pulls out a simple gold watch and starts to put it on. ”It’s perfect.”

“I knew you been wanting it”

“Thank you.” He whispers as he pulls you into a hug. “Now yours.” As he grabs a large box from under the tree.

As you rip open the slightly bad wrapping job you see at the bottom of the box two pieces of paper. “You got me the concert tickets I’ve been wanting.” You launch into his arms.

“It’s down in New Jersey though.”

“I don’t care.” “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

“I have to go start lunch and the pies. I’ll put these in the bedroom so I don’t lose them.” As you stand up from the couch you grab the tickets to put them in a safe space.

From the other room Anthony heard. “Ow, fuck, fuck, Fuck!”

“You good?”

“I stubbed my toe”

“I know.” As he had felt the soul bond radiate with pain from his foot up.

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After you had gotten changed and started the pies and put the ham on the smoker. You started on the sides. “Hey Alexa, play my Christmas playlist.”

“Ok, playing your Christmas playlist.” As the first song came through the speakers you heard Fairytale of New York come on.

“Tito, can you start the green beans?”

“Sure.” He answers. As he starts the green beans, you start the macaroni and cheese by putting the macaroni on to boil.

“Tito, can you grab the pie out of the oven.”

“Which one?”

“Pecan, the sweet potato has about 10 more minutes left.” As he reaches into the oven to grab the pie out he hits the side of his arm on the oven door causing him to burn his arm. As you had your back turned towards the oven you didn’t know he had burned himself until you felt the searing pain radiating throughout your arm. You spin around quickly clutching your arm even though you hadn't burned yourself the soul bond screamed in pain. “Oh shit, come here!” You hiss, pulling him backwards towards the sink. “Soak your arm, it'll make it feel better.” As he soaks his arm you go get the small first aid kit from the bathroom. “Here, sit on the counter.” As he hops up you open the first aid kit and start getting the gauze and Neosporin out. “It should be ok enough to not have to go to the ER tonight. I can’t even imagine the wait in there from all the people burning themselves.” As you finish patching him up his phone starts ringing.

“That’s Matty, probably saying what time he’ll be over.”

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“Matty, it’s so good to see you!” You say as you give him a hug.

“Good to see you too!” “What the hell happened to you man?” He asks turning to Tito after seeing the bandages on his arm.

“I burned my arm on the oven pulling a pie out.”

“Oof that sucks.”

“Is this for me?” You ask, seeing the bottle of wine in his hand.

“Yes, I hope I picked a good one.”

“It looks perfect.”

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“This is some of the best food I’ve ever had!” Matt said, pushing his chair back.

“Are you ready for pie?”

“Yes!!”

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“I’ll see you later man, get home safe.” Tito said, walking Matty to his car.

“Come here I want to cuddle.” You said from the couch.

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Yess.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“What do you think.” You say looking over at him.

“Nightmare before Christmas.”

“Duh.” As he starts the movie and the opening credits roll you cuddle up closer, and Ollie joins you on the couch by your feet. You wake to someone softly shaking you.

“You fell asleep on the couch. Come on, it's almost 11:30, it's time for bed.” As he pulls you up off the couch he ushers you to bed. As you get into bed and get settled in. Tito speaks up. “Good night, Merry Christmas I love my watch!”

“Night, Merry Christmas, I love my concert tickets!”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” As you say that you hear a big huff. “Love you too Ollie!”

“Love you Ollie.”

Taglist: @studioreader @honethatty12 @slafgoalskybaby @swissboyhisch @topguncultleader @wondershells @cixrosie

I know I have a few new people I need to add

#nhl x reader #anthony beauvillier #anthony beauvillier x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl discord #nhl imagine #hockey girlies discord #hockey girlies fic exchange #mp0625 writes

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cssns · 4 months

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Please welcome @laianely to the CSSNS!

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

I love CS since OUAT was first aired but I became active member of fandom just in the beginning of 2023.

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

When s2 ep6 was released) That moment with the scarf, how he looked at her and she was like "Omg, what's going on?!" =D

What drew you to this event?

I want to try something new. All my ffs are in canonical setting (even if it's AU, they are still in fairytale world of EF). And supernatural theme is so interesting!

What inspired your topic?

Once I made video edit with the song "My Oh My" by Camila Cabello. The lyrics was sooo about Killian. But also I see people, who wrote "This son is about Damon from Vampire Diaries!". And I thought that Killian would be great as sexy badass vampire)

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

There has been a brutal murder in New York City. The victim's heart was ripped out, and detective Emma Swan was determined to find the murderer. But bounty hunter Killian Jones interfered in the case, talking nonsense about vampires and wanting to get involved to find the murderer and avenge the events that happened centuries ago. Emma thought he's a psychopath, but his help was her best option when she didn't have many leads.

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

Interesting experience in writing something new, fun communicating with other participants and great fresh stuff)

Vampires, detectives, and bounty hunters, oh my! Can't wait for this to drop on 7/25. Make sure to say hi to @laianely on Tumblr and Discord.

#cssns24 #gtkm #laianely

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frostironfudge · 5 months

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, feels, sm/ut, dirt y-talk

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Sixteen

HEADLINES:

Oh, Oh, Looks Like Sharon Carter and Brock Rumlow Are Building HYDRA For Themselves. All Eyes Are On Them.

EXCLUSIVE! Pictures From The ITIMYIMDO Filming Wrap Up After Party. You Will Not Believe Who This Actor Was Found Kissing!

Author Y/N Shares Pictures From Vacation. Ma’am Where Are The Shirtless Beach Pictures Of Bucky Barnes? Can We Peek Inside Your Phone? Pretty Please?

Steve Rogers Shares Pictures With His Dog And We Cannot Help But Melt. Eight Times Our Favourite Blonde Man Gave Us Puppy Vibes. (Yes Even All Sweatered Up As Ransom Drysdale)

Loki Laufeyson Spotted Returning To The Stage For Shakespeare. Shows Sell Out For First Month.

Natasha Romanoff Shares Trailer For ITIMYIMDO Release Date Announced!

Top Ten Moments From The Book We Wish Are In The Movie

Six Months Later

“Everybody please put your hands together for the Dark Prince of Hollywood,” Erik introduces to an elated crowd, “Bucky Barnes!”

The band plays a beat as the curtains part revealing a grinning Bucky. He waves at the crowd making his way to the familiar couch. Erik and he shake hands and share a hug. The crowd still cheers and they watch as Bucky smiles, cheeks flushed at their admiration.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He says to the crowd sending them flying kisses.

Erik gestures for him to sit and the crowd to calm down. Once things settle down the two men grin at each other.

“So good to have you back on the show. How have you been my friend?” Erik smiles.

“Always happy to see you man, I’ve been good, getting by.” Bucky shifts a little in his seat, unbuttoning his jacket.

“We recently saw you were on vacation,” Erik gestures to the screen displaying the picture of Bucky at the beach and shirtless.

The crowd hoots and hollers, the crimson on his cheeks deepens.

“He’s a taken man you people!” Erik feigns chastising the audience.

Bucky chuckles, “My girl actually took most of the pictures.”

“Tell us about her, we want to know how it feels for an avid reader as you to date an author?”

Bucky takes a deep breath considering his words, his nervous gestures of fiddling his glove clad fingertips manifests.

“She is listening, you know,” Erik teases to ease some of the nervousness.

“I know, but the thing is I don’t know what to tell you because there is so much I adore about Y/N. Not just her skill as a writer.” Bucky explains, “We’re quite private and what we share online is just a little glimpse. A glimpse we control to protect ourselves and close friends.”

“I see, how was the experience filming with Steve Rogers again? I know you did a cameo in his movie. So is it all water under the bridge?” Erik raises his eyebrows and the crowd ‘oohs’.

“We’ve worked to revive our friendship, it’s good to have each other back. I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once; was one of the best experiences filming for me. I got to work with incredible people and amazing friends.” Bucky smiles in fond memory.

“That is sweet, how was it working with Y/N? How did you go about it, an experienced actor like yourself and her debut?” Erik watches Bucky carefully for any tidbit of information.

“It goes as any film goes with experienced actors and ones who have a debut. I was once a newbie surrounded by seasoned and far skilled actors. I’m immensely proud of how hard she worked to hone her skills. She wasn’t willing to take the role, but the team behind the movie and the test audience couldn’t see anyone else play the lead.” Bucky explains, he licks his lips before continuing,

“She almost gave up, doubting herself, hell even I doubted myself when I took on this role and so many others. She rose to the challenge as she always does. I have yet to see the final cut of the movie but when I watched her scenes with others and even scenes with myself? She took my breath away.” He smiles.

“On that note, you take a deep breath, Bucky. Everyone put your hands together, may I call upon Y/N Y/L/N, author, executive producer and now actor.” Erik stands gesturing with his hands to the parting curtains as you stand there smiling.

Waving at the crowd you make your way to the centre stage. Bucky steps down reaching to you after Erik greets you with a handshake.

You take Bucky’s hand as he helps you up the step, his hand on your lower back, a grounding gesture. You smile up at him, squeezing his hand.

When you both sit down on the couch your hands are intertwined, he brushes his thumb over your quill tattoo. The two of you part hands.

“Oh no you lovebirds keep holding hands we don’t mind.” Erik grins, you smile at him. The nerves that are eating away at you on the inside stay at bay.

“My first question to you, Y/N. How much media training did you get?”

You chuckle out of nervousness, “Um, quite a bit but it was mostly to speak more rather than keep quiet.”

“It's funny. I got the same lesson.” Bucky adds with a laugh.

“Well you both are damn reclusive and secretive.” Erik declares and the crowd agrees.

“I mean we value our privacy, after the very public ordeal anyone would want that for themselves.” You defend politely.

“True, true. Now what was it like being in front of the camera rather than your favourite device for writing?”

“For one, I couldn’t wear my most comfy hoodie and curl up with my laptop. It was different, difficult but overall a memorable experience. I have newfound respect for actors and the crew that backs them.” You look down at your palms, “I remember one night all of us were hanging out at the hotel, playing UNO. Kate and I were still playing and the guys were off to one corner with Nat. The next day we went in and they did the sweetest thing for the crew, food trucks and other things. It was so very sweet. Our crew is one of the best. I knew them from when I was just an iexecutive producer. So it was nice seeing them rewarded.”

Bucky is about to add onto the topic when Erik cuts him off,

“What about minimum wage and the horrible working conditions? Given the regulations and now with the writer’s strike?”

“The crew working on our movie is paid more than the minimum, a good enough sum and timely payments. It’s contractural. The terms stated before signing on. Former SHIELD had the stipulation clause that the crew is paid first then the actors. The new house formed has the same rules applying.” Bucky recounts to Erik, “About the writer’s strike, indie production houses are agreeing to the terms and conditions from the writers, meeting them with everything required by them. It's the big corps searching for loopholes. As actors we support the writers.”

“The production houses that won bids for my book adaptations have new contracts given to them which stipulate they can only use the filming rights if the writers have their demands fulfilled. I’ve returned advances and dissolved the film rights with two houses that rejected my demands to help respect the writers. Other houses who do agree will get the filming rights.” You explain, Bucky nods. He was proud of you.

“What are you doing for your show writers Erik?” you ask the host.

“I’ve agreed to their terms.” He says, “Of course I’m on their side, you think my jokes would land without them?”

“That is good.” Bucky commends.

“How was it working with Bucky?” Erik smoothens over the little rudeness in his tone.

“Oh god,” You look towards your partner, “Nerve wracking. He is immensely talented. I think Nat has a whole roll of tape that is me just so blown away by James’ talent that I stare at him forgetting my lines.” You smile sheepish, Bucky laughs.

“Oh Nat doesn’t have it, I do.” He tells you.

“Yes and we got a little bit of the tape.” Erik grins.

You cover your face, “This is why I will not be acting ever again.”

“Aw, Feather.” Bucky pulls your hands away from your face just as the clips play.

The dialogues are the ones from the trailer so no spoilers are there. You’re just staring at him, obviously overcome with emotion. You want to look away but every time you’re lost in his talent. Bucky brings you out of it with tenderness.

“Oh and Bucky,” Erik grins mischievously, “Here you are getting absolutely floored by Y/N. Natasha gave us this one.”

Now you watch on with delight as a camera is trained on Bucky watching you act and him completely taken by you and your craft.

“It's the same look I have when I read her books.” He comments.

“It’s true I’ve seen it.” You agree.

The topic shifts back towards the movie and the story. A few more questions about what is next. The interview ends after reading a few thirst tweets for both of you.

Bucky and you both are left red faced.

“I can’t believe there are thirsty tweets about me.” You shake your head, getting out of your very expensive designer jacket and placing it on the hanger.

The bed calls you both, tiredness of the interviews back to back seeping into your bones.

Bucky pauses while taking off his shirt, “Feather, I’d write thirst sonnets about you.” He pulls you close, the dress underneath was with thin straps with sequins upon them. His lips trail along the strap and then the neckline over your breasts.

You feel your nipples pebble in response to his teasing.

“Bucky,” You breathe, your fingers carding through his now shorter hair, “I’m still mad at you for cutting them.”

Bucky nips at your collarbone, leaving his mark upon you. He trails his lips up your neck.

Shivers run down your spine, he hums appreciatively, when you tug on his hair for more of him, “It's long enough for you to hold onto, while my mouth devours my delicious pussy.”

You pull him closer, your lips brush against his, for a breath your lips stay apart and then his tongue peeks out, tracing your bottom lip.

Bucky presses his lips to yours the need to taste every bit of you overriding every rational thought.

Your curves decadent in his large hands, roaming over you.

“You feel perfect in my arms, fuck you’re beautiful Feather.” He praises and you keen as his hands make you sit on the table. Your legs spread apart to accommodate him.

In the haze of the kiss you tug at his hands, he gives them to you. Foreheads touching. You gently take his left palm between yours, slowly taking the glove off. Your lips press to his bionic palm.

Bucky closes his eyes focusing upon the feeling of your lips. No one ever showed his arm so much affection. Treating it as if it was normal. No difference between the flesh and metal.

You repeat the same with his flesh hand.

Then look up at him, “You’re perfect, James.”

He presses his lips to yours once again, hands moving to the straps tugging them downward.

The dress pools at your waist, pushed up as well to expose your thighs for him. Bucky bites his lip, hungry eyes raking over you.

“Fuck I’m the luckiest man alive.” He says sinking to his knees.

Nose brushing along your inner thighs. The scruff of his beard leaves a pleasing sting.

Bucky groans against your cunt as you tug him closer by pulling on his hair. He loved it, loved when you allowed him to please you.

His aching length calls for attention but the scent of you has his mouth water.

“Feather, I’m a starving man.” He warns, your panties pulled down your legs by his teeth. You take him in, eyes dark pools of lust. Shirt half off his shoulders, the scars he carries beautifully on display. Thin blue rims eager for a taste of you. Lips kiss bitten and shining because of your arousal upon them.

You moan, “You’re a fucking divine sight.”

Bucky wastes no time, lips latched around your clit sucking upon it. Your moans and pleas are music to his ears. The taste of you floods his tongue. He groans, tongue greedily demanding more from your sweet walls.

Two fingers curve inside you, while his tongue spells his name on your clit. Your lips part in a prayer of his name. Every fibre in your being tightening and then breaking, then being put back together for Bucky. At his mercy.

He smirks as your arousal floods his mouth, he laps at your folds, your thighs shake and attempt to close. He growls, throwing your right leg over his shoulder and pushing the left to keep his access to his pussy uninterrupted.

His scruff over your folds, his tongue teasing your entrance and his nose rubbing at your clit— you preen, words failing you, pleasure seizing you again.

Bucky pulls away in the slightest, cheeks flushed and chin glistening. None of your erotic fantasies come close to this sight. Not one word you could ever write would do justice to the way this man, you man worships you.

“Bed?” He questions, you nod. Your brain has yet not connected to your mouth, making him laugh.

You hit his chest with a breathless huff. You push at his shirt. He discards his pants somewhere across the floor.

Bucky carries you to the bed, settling between your legs, “I told you I’m starving and my cunt is fucking delicious.” He presses a kiss to your clit, just when you finally find a word to say to him.

It dies on your tongue, a mewl leaving from your throat instead.

Bucky moves his tongue against you in a way that has your hips lifting up from the bed, almost grinding over his mouth for more.

“My dirty little greedy girl.” He nibbles on your clit, your thighs shake, he only continues till you fall apart over and over satiating his hunger when he watches the mix of you and him, coating your inner thighs.

Bucky keeps thrusting into you, gathering his cum and rubbing it on your clit you shudder, sobbing in the overstimulated pleasure. Your nails leave crescents upon his shoulders down to his bicep.

“One more, I know you have one more in you my good fucking—,” he hisses as your walls clench around him, “Greedy girl doesn’t want to let me go is it?”

You feel the pleasure begin to spark across your body.

“It’s your cock baby, take all that you need, milk me all you want. I’m all yours,” Bucky’s mouth descends upon your pebbled nipple, your back arches and his cock meets the spot that has you cum undone for him.

Bucky watches as you still float in the pleasure, his soft kisses over your face, neck and chest ground you to him. You whine when he pulls out, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Just two minutes Feather, need to clean you up.” He promises, covering you with the blanket.

The little sleepy haze is broken when you feel the warm cloth cleaning your thighs.

Your eyes move over his naked form, god he’s perfect, and so damn handsome.

“Why, thank you.” He chuckles, eyes crinkling.

Prettiest smile, you never want it to fade.

“Never will fade as long as I have you in my life.” Bucky kisses your nose, “Yes you’re talking out loud and yes, you’re possibly fucked out. I’m proud.” He helps you sit up and drink some water before he pulls you close to snuggle.

Am I speaking out loud?

You hear his beautiful laugh, reaching up to trace his beautiful face with your palms.

“I love you.” You whisper to him, voice slightly hoarse.

“I love you.” He replies, drawing you closer to his warmth.

“I can't believe you’re the blanket thief.” You comment after a moment.

Bucky loved to cuddle, so much so he hogged the blankets most of the time.

“It’s a trick to have you not move away from me in the middle of the night.” He grins, tapping his temple.

“Smart man, though your grip on me is enough. Plus you’re warm so I wouldn’t move away.” You let him know.

“Absolutely not true this one time you did move away from me.” He recounts the first week.

“I was sweaty!” You defend.

“So was I.”

“Bucky—,”

“Feather—,”

“Well I don’t move away now do I?” You raise a brow and he nods.

“Water under the bridge.” He nods, “Now go to bed or Yelena will kill me for keeping you up.”

“She’s going to kill you anyways for the lovebites and then our make-up artist will.” You giggle.

“You will be on trial for the same thing.” Bucky shrugs, “I mean people wanna talk they will talk. Unless we give them something to talk about and do not speak about it at all.”

“What is on your mind?” You ask as he reaches for his phone.

Bucky grabs his phone and sets the camera to the square orientation. Making sure only the two of both your lips, your love bite clad neck and his love bite clad chest are seen he takes the picture and throws a black and white filter upon it.

And shares it on his stories. You look at him in disbelief. It hardly takes ten minutes before you see the silent notifications roll in and Bucky deletes the story.

“Well we’re getting murdered.” You giggle as Sam’s face takes up Bucky’s screen. He silences the call and puts the phone aside.

“Sleepy time now.” He declares, kissing you deeply.

“I just pack a lot of colour correctors for them.” The make up artist, May sighs at the magazine interviewer covering the backstage process for the premiere.

“Why?” The interviewer questions.

May tilts your head so the gift Bucky left is visible. You blush deeply at the sharp intake of breath.

“This is after three rounds of icing.” She sighs, slathering more colour correctors to cancel the red tones.

“It isn’t that bad.” Bucky comments from his chair. May affixes him with a glare.

“At least she kept her bites in non visible areas.” May still glares at you too.

“You love us.” You pout at her batting your lashes.

“Don’t test that theory too much.” She begins blending.

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You watch the live red carpet on the tv screen. Celebrities who were invited to walk the carpet of your movie. Your movie in so many ways than just one.

The dress for the night is a play on Doll’s blue dress, the one you own. Now reimagined into a gown with a split. That reached your thigh.

The neckline was off shoulder. The sleeves were full and it showed off your curves.

You stare at yourself in the mirror one more time. Nervousness pooling in your stomach. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Nor of Bucky or Natasha, Loki, Steve, Kate or anyone who worked upon the movie.

There is a knock on the door, it opens with Loki peeking inside. He was wearing his signature colours, a deep green suit with a yellow pocket square to represent his mother. You smile seeing the gesture.

“Hi.” He says, “Is it okay if I come in?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

“You’re visibly nervous and that is completely okay. I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous. I threw up on my first co-star's shoes right before we walked the carpet.” Loki recounts with a laugh.

“Oh god,” Your hand goes to your queasy stomach.

“No, you won’t throw up on Bucky, or any of us for that matter. Y/N, tonight is the culmination of all of your hard work for getting your book out into the world. Tonight please try and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about the reviews, the comments or anything. Focus on your family alright? We’re all focused upon you.”

You pull Loki into a hug. He returns it with equal happiness. The two of you had become the best of friends as filming went on. Often pulling pranks on set which only Loki was famous for on any movie he did.

“You’re going to do wonderful.” He murmurs before pulling away from the hug, “I’ll see you inside okay?”

You nod, feeling much better. Another knock follows and it's Yelena telling you to head down to the entrance so the car can take Bucky and you to the premiere.

Steve helps your mom into the car she was going to walk the carpet with him. The two of them had bonded over the course of time as well. Her healing something within Steve and him absolutely adoring her and even calling her Ma on several occasions. She loved having a whole roster of kids she had adopted.

Her treatment was going well, the response was good. You all were hopeful of good news once the course of treatment would be up. The doctors themselves were confident at each check up.

Steve turns to you, running over and giving you a hug. Before running back to your mom and their vehicle heading out.

Hayden opens the door for you, you smile at him. Extremely happy that he would drive you to your biggest moment as well.

Bucky stands beside you, he had a meeting right before the premiere. Needing to be in the UK in the next two days to begin his next project.

“How was the meeting?” You ask once the two of you settle into the car.

“It was good, they have accommodated my request to travel back and forth. I know you can’t travel because your book is getting read and your mom’s treatments are on. I’m okay with travelling.” He shrugs, stroking your tattoo with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky to find you?” You ask him with a smile.

“You were a silhouette in the spotlight and I saw you. And only you saw me. That is all it took.” He smiles, kissing your cheek, “I don’t like how May covered up my marks.” He pouts cutely.

“I don’t either.” You press your lips to his quickly kissing his pout away.

The car stops, Bucky exits first, rounding the car to help you out. He fixes your dress, you fix the skewed lapel.

“Remember what I said to you?” He says over the crowd and the noise that awaits.

“That, I need to focus on you?” You ask, he nods.

“And also to be proud of yourself. This all is what you began all those years ago. Embrace the moment, don't let your nerves get to you. I’m right here but this is your night.” He kisses your forehead.

“Ready?” He offers his hand to you, you take it.

“Ready.”

Flashes so many flashes, you pose with everyone involved. Loki, Steve, Nat, Kate and you absolutely love this one picture of you all with your mom, enveloping her in a hug. Her at the centre feeling all of the love.

There is one picture of her patting your head. Another of her cupping Bucky’s cheeks. Another of her hugging Steve and patting his head.

You take pictures with so many fans, signing books and posters. The entire experience was so surreal. Taking it all in you feel your heart burst with love.

On carpet interviews questions, about the outfits, expectations for the movie. Any small bit of gossip, a whirlwind of faces, smiles and laughs.

Once you cross the threshold to the theatre you sigh. Bucky presses his lips to your temple.

“Do you want to drink something?” He murmurs, you nod.

You smile at him, he always knew to watch out for you. He kisses your temple again before he heads to the table lined with food and beverages.

A tap on your shoulder has you turn. A red haired woman stands there with a smile on her face.

“Um, hello…” you greet, not liking her proximity.

“Hi, I’m from TMZ. I wanted to ask you a few questions.” She explains.

“Oh, um the press docket isn’t until we get inside, you can ask—,”

“How does it feel to finally get what you want? I mean you did use your body for gaining all of this…” she gestures with her hand towards the event.

“Excuse me?” Your brows raised and baffled at the notion.

“Why are you surprised? First you’re associated with Steve Rogers then you conveniently get with Alexander Pierce and suddenly you have Bucky Barnes? Amidst that you falsify your clear consent as an assault by Alexander Pierce? Jeez, where is feminism with you?” She lists off and you can’t find the words to say anything to her.

“I didn’t know we got together?” Steve tilts his head walking towards you, “Also Alexander Pierce did assault her and take advantage of her. It has been proven in court. You can look up the trial to update yourself.”

“Also, Buck, remind me isn’t this MJ? The disgraced reporter? The one who was fired? What was it for?” Steve pretends to think.

“For invasion of privacy, the only reporter with the most restraining orders. Currently breaking the one she has placed upon her by Natasha and myself.” Bucky adds.

Steve nods towards someone on the side, two security personnel come in, grabbing her recording devices and making sure everything is deleted before escorting her out.

“This is always going to follow isn’t it?” You ask both of them.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, Steve doesn’t know how to tell you.

“It will, but at one point your achievements will outweigh it all. He will be a part of your history, that history in which you helped bring to light his crimes and helped victims fight him.” Natasha says, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t publish anything. She’s been a thorn in our side for years.”

“Thank you.” You hug her, “That helps not dwell on it too much.”

“Yeah I couldn’t have said it that way.” Steve agrees.

“Yes because you have all the stupid with you, punk.” Bucky teases him.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Jerk.”

“Last question to our author and lead,” All eyes turn to you.

You nod, grabbing the mic, “Sure.”

“There is a countdown on your author website, as of today it has changed to hours and right now it says two minutes. You haven’t explained anything.” He leaves it open ended.

You waste a few seconds contemplating the answer, “Oh that countdown was two fold actually, it is for the premiere and well, my next book. A steamy age gap romance with mafia vibes…” You grin as the fans sitting in the audience cheer.

“Do we have a name yet?” The reporter questions.

“We do but that will be announced in a month with the cover.” You grin as everyone groans.

“How spicy is the spice?” Another reporter questions, “I mean I was floored by the third book.”

“There might be a bit more than that one.” You tease, “You should ask James though, he’s read a snippet of the spice.”

Bucky visibly blushes, shifting in his seat.

“Lucky ass.” Steve whispers into the very functional mic.

Bucky runs a palm over his jaw, fixing you with a feigned glare, “I read the snippet and your favourite author and I didn’t leave her little study for a few hours.”

A chorus of ‘oohs’ rang out.

“What? We were editing!” He looks at the audience in feigned scandal, he turns to you, “You have spawned dirty minded people my little—,”

“James!” You cut him off.

“I wasn’t going to say that!” He defends.

“Don’t lie.” You narrow your eyes. He just grins sweetly.

“Well, avoiding the truth isn’t lying…” He chuckles.

“Alright that's enough, your moms are here.” Natasha says in her director voice.

“Sorry mom.” All the cast sing songs to annoy her.

“With that we close the press meet and the movie will begin in five minutes.” Maria announces.

Loki, Bucky and Steve line up at the edge of the staircase, helping everyone get down the steps.

“Men written by women!” A voice declares.

The three of them chuckle but you wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.

Soon enough the lights are dimmed, and you all wait with bated breath to know what the thoughts are, you couldn’t stomach watching the final cut.

Natasha, Maria and Nick are the ones inside. Joined by Sam, Kate and Yelena. The rest of you head to the hotel to hang out in the room back at the hotel.

More than an hour after the premiere you all venture online. The hashtag is typed across several platforms.

‘When you watch ITIMYIMDO you realise that the book was given absolute justice. It is one of those adaptations that you cannot complain about. The raw performance was delivered by Barnes, with Laufeyson being the understanding best friend. This duo is wonderful across all roles they play. I do not think any awards committee will ignore these two and if they do they would have to have some serious explanation to offer.’ – The TIMES

‘Debut Novel turned Debut Movie— Author to Actor and you can see the work put in by Y/N. Though some scenes where light hearted tones felt put up, her emotional delivery and comedic timing is stellar and worth exploring should she choose to shut down her laptop and cast aside the pen.’ — Vanity Fair

‘Their chemistry in real life, though limited to the public, explodes on screen. Rhys and Doll make a pair that puts your favourite romance couples to shame. This is the modern romance we were waiting for and we got it.’ — Rolling Stone

@.imetbuckyonce: okaY LISTEN I LOVED THE MOVIE I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY SLANDER TOWARDS MY QUEEN Y/N. SHE IS PERFECT. BUCKY IS PERFECT. KATE IS PERFECT. LOKI IS PERFECT AND OH MY GOD WHY DID STEVE ROGERS PLAYING A BAD DUDE FEEL SO SHIVER INDUCING YUMMY?????? WHEN HE SAID THAT LINE???????

@.booksandbarneslover: @.imetbuckyonce I ABDOSLYELT AGREE IM FERAL FOR VILLAIN STEVE *LOGS ONTO AO3 FOR BADBOY!STEVE X READER*

‘In Steve Rogers’ history of playing the good guy we have him play yet another villain and something about Hollywood’s notorious good guy being oh so bad it is a wonder to watch. There is no redemption for his character but we love him the way he is and the portrayal will be a feather in his cap.’ — Buzzfeed UK

@.stevierogers: IWUEEHNADJDOEOEJ STEVE

@.upallnighttogetloki: LOKI LAUFEYSON YOU ARE A DREAMBOAT. SUPPORTIVE BESTIE CHECK LOOKS AMAZING SHIRTLESS CHECK A MAN WRITTEN BY A WOMAN CHECK. FUCK I DONT HAVE A SONGLE BAD THING TO SAY

‘A good attempt at a book adaptation, however if a seasoned plus size actress was taken instead of the author in a pseudo-nepotistic manner this movie could be worthy of more praise. While the seasoned actors and actresses are brilliant to watch the movie falls flat when the debutant is on screen. Meh, Dolores would have been better.’ — Sharon Carter, HYDRA.

“Of course she’d criticise you.” Yelena clicks her tongue.

@.dolores: just saw ITIMYIMDO and honestly? Y/N fucking killed it. Jealous fuckers shut up.

“And Dolores just defended me.” You look up from your phone. The opinions were across all spectrums. You just hoped it would be a success for the sake of the friends you made.

Maybe even line up prestigious awards for Kate, Bucky, Loki and Steve. They deserved it. The recognition, the opportunity for more roles that made them happy.

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist. Chin resting on your shoulder, watching you read praises specific to himself.

“I think you should stop reading about me and read the praise about you.” He grabs your phone typing in your name and watches as you read the praise. Each word makes your chest feel tighter with emotion.

“You did more than good, Feather. You are phenomenal.” Bucky praises.

“Couldn’t have done it without you all backing me and being by my side.” You kiss his cheek.

“Are we getting kisses for being supportive?” Steve grins, Bucky glares at him.

“On the cheek, yes.” You giggle as Steve leans towards you. Bucky pushes Steve away. The blonde only laughs at his friend.

Your man leads you to the small balcony overlooking the city.

“You’re cute.” You kiss his jaw again. Bucky grumbles, protectively pulling you closer.

“I’ll show you cute.” He warns hand moving the slit of the dress.

“James.” You warn, but don’t say anything to stop him.

“I’ll just taste you, I know you’re still sore.” He kisses the spot on your neck, “You remember that bookmark you got me?”

You nod, breath hitching as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck.

“I got you one too. I saw your tagged posts. You know I adore the edits your readers make for your books. I came across these bookmarks that double up as handcuffs.” He smirks as your hips seek him.

“I’m going to cuff your hands, my dirty little writer. You’re going to look so pretty, dripping for me. Then,” He cups your breast with his right hand and his left cupping your cunt,

“I’ll fill you up with my cum. Keep you still cuffed and make you warm my cock.” He tugs on your earlobe.

You moan softly, hips moving against his palm for friction. His words make you needy.

“You want to know why, Feather?” He questions, hands moving away from where you need him, instead turning you around.

His index finger tucked under your chin, making you look up into the most tempting storm of darkened blue, “Because while I’m gone, I want you to feel me.” He presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

You set the pen down. Moving your wrists for a much needed break. The signing was successful. The display of your latest book is done wonderfully by the independent bookstore. Three months passed by in a blur, a beautiful, happy blur.

Your phone was silent, save for the occasional texts from your mom. You frown, Bucky was supposed to text you. He had a day off from filming, you were worried he had fallen ill working himself too hard.

Sam had told you to make sure most of the video-calls happened along with dinner or lunch. Bucky tended to skip eating out of his nervousness and body dysmorphia when scenes that required him to show his body were scheduled. You were proud of him for trying to push through the negative self talk and getting the help he needed.

Some days all he wanted was you curled up by his side. Other days he craved for you to show him how you saw him. Your touch, your words, you being there for him.

The line outside is welcomed in, doors opening after a brief recess. You pick up the pen again. Book after book and conversation after conversation.

“Just give me a second please,” you request the oncoming person. You quickly shoot a worried text to Bucky as they place a familiar book on the table.

You stare at the self-published version of I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once. Your eyes get misty at it, the book has sticky tabs and other type of annotations all across itself.

You look up at familiar blue eyes. Bucky sheepishly smiles at you.

“Remember when I said I haven’t read your book? I hadn’t read the publisher’s version. I have read yours and I want you to sign it.” He smiles.

“What should I write?” You open the book.

“I’ve written a question, just answer it.” He shrugs.

You look down at his writing and back up at him.

A watery grin on both your faces. You hide what you write, closing the book and handing it back to him.

You watch him as he reads it. His eyes finding yours and your favourite crinkles by his eyes smile gracing his features.

@.winnies: Hello Everyone! Winnie’s will remain closed for the next two nights in view of private events. We are open for brunch till 3 PM on these two days. Please make sure you have made your reservations and confirmed them.

We look forward to serving you regularly following these two special nights.

HEADLINES:

All The Stars Descend Upon The Trail To Winnie’s For Celebrating The Continued Success Of ITIMYIMDO! The Entire Crew Was Invited!

Awards Season Is Here! And The Nomination Committee Did Not Disappoint In This Year’s Nominees. Check This List Out!

Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers All Nominated At This Year’s People’s Choice and Emmy Awards. We Cannot Wait To See These Men In Suits and Swoon! Here Are Their Best Looks Ranked!

The Women On Board ITIMYIMDO All Secure Nominations As Well.

Clean Sweep At Securing Nominations In All Award Shows. The ITIMYIMDO Cast And Crew Overjoyed.

Extended Scenes and Director’s Cut Of ITIMYIMDO Releasing Soon.

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Share The Sweetest Picture Of Their Silhouettes At Sunset At Winnie’s.

Insiders Say Night Two At Winnie’s Was A Private “Close Friends And Family Only” Event But We Have The Scoop!

A.N.: thank you for waiting for this one, I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for all your love on my story.

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1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration Masterlist

THANK YOU for every single follow and interaction! Every single reply, comment and rb makes my heart explode! I'm a bit overdue for a 1k so I thought I would combine it with a ✨Holiday Celebration✨

There will be 2 parts to this party:

Celebration Part One✨

Based on this poll, 400 of you voted, and the Moon Dads/Hanukkah idea won.

However, the Miguel/Christmas idea was such a close second, I decided to make a holiday event. LET'S DO THEM ALL!

Here's the schedule for Nov. 26-Dec. 30: (I will try to post on Saturdays or Sundays)

UPDATE: They have titles now! Each one is a holiday song title

WEEK 1: 🫂💖 "Jingle Bells" - Santiago Garcia comfort/cheer-you-up ficlet (1000 words or less) for this busy, sometimes lonely time of year. Occurs during the holidays, but is not holiday-specific. Fun fact: Jingle Bells is actually a Thanksgiving song. Thanks to the moots who helped me pick Santi

WEEK 2: 🌙🕎 "Eight Nights (in December)"* Moon Knight System as dads/Hanukkah short story (3500-7500 words). Thanks for voting! This story is your winner! 🏆

WEEK 3: 🕷️🎄"(Everybody's Waitin' for) The Man With the Bag" Miguel O'Hara/Christmas one-shot (1000-3500 words)

WEEK 4: 🎅🏼🐶 “Fairytale of New York” 18+ Pathetic Puppy Llewyn Davis on Christmas Eve one-shot (1000-3500 words) ^ This occurs on Christmas Eve, but doesn't necessarily mean characters celebrate Christmas

WEEK 5: 💫🌳 "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" Poe Dameron/Life Day ficlet (1000 words or less) coming Holiday 2024 *"Eight Nights" is a gorgeous Hanukkah song by Rosi Golan if you're not familiar

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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hi Liv! do you know any fics (drarry or rarepair) that have themes of queer identity or lgbt community please? 🌈

What a wonderful ask, I love stories exploring coming out, queer identity and the sense of community 💜 I listed below some personal favorites, I’m sure I’ve read more but I didn’t want this post to get too long! You’ll notice that Writcraft is mentioned one too many times - I highly recommend checking their full catalogue as queer themes are strong and recurrent in their works.

Drarry

what draco does on thursday nights by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (G, 1.5k)

harry didn't know what draco does on thursday nights. until he mistakenly comes over with takeout. OR, draco has a queer writing group.

Pride by @writcraft (E, 9k)

Harry and Draco form an unlikely friendship after the war. Even as the friendship becomes more, Draco is quick to push Harry away before they become too deeply involved. As Harry fights to save an iconic wizarding pub and gay safe-haven from being closed down, circumstances force Draco to confront his true feelings head on.

the way you make me glow by @softlystarstruck (M, 11k)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by Femme (E, 22k)

A drag fairytale of New York in which Draco wears red lipstick and Potter can’t get enough.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (E, 23k)

Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you're there, but you won't remember it in the morning.

The Light That is Blinding Me by leontina (E, 23k)

After Flourish and Blotts stop stocking the books of Harry’s favourite author, he is directed to a queer bookshop and discovers it’s owned by none other than Draco Malfoy, who has more in common with Harry than either of them realise.

Harry Potter and The Bisexual Awakening by Writcraft (E, 23k)

Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

Dragons Don't Know Paradise by @teacup-tai (E, 51k)

In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by Writcraft (E, 63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts. When Draco Malfoy is arrested for gross indecency, Harry’s comfortable life begins to unravel. He’s forced to decide if it’s worth risking everything for love in a world where following his heart is a criminal offence.

Little Compton Street by Writcraft (E, 65k)

Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.

Out and the Open by HenryMercury (M, 75k)

The war is over, and Draco finally has the courage to decide who she is. The war is over, and Harry finally has the freedom to decide what she likes.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Pages of You by @wolfpants (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.

Rare pairs

With a Look by earlybloomingparentheses (Ginny + Deamus, E, 5k)

Now, twenty years old and done with boys and looking forward very much to putting her hand down some lucky girl’s shirt later this evening, Ginny looks at Dean Thomas’s gold-painted fingernails and feels heat pool between her legs.

Rebel Rebel by @teacup-tai (Sirius/Remus, E, 6k)

Sirius has just turned twenty and life is changing around him, blossoming, like Remus wrote in his last letter. This is a story about life and exploration, about feeling lost and finding oneself in other people's bodies, about building love and community. This is a story about hope and sex and growing up.

Independent Love Song by Writcraft (Ginny/Millicent, E, 6k)

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

testosterone (sounds like a spell) by pauraque (Justin/Hannah, E, 8k)

Justin never returned to Hogwarts after the Death Eaters came. He's found that the Muggle world offers other kinds of transfiguration — a body alchemy far more powerful than any magic spell. Sometimes he wonders if anyone even remembers that once, years ago, he was a novice wizard. As it turns out, one person does, and it's the one person he'd most want to.

Winter of '79 by Writcraft (James/Sirius, E, 17k)

Post-punk Britain is in the grip of another brutal winter, Thatcher is in power and Muggle gay bars keep getting raided for no reason at all. Sirius just wants to find somewhere to go drinking with the best mate he definitely doesn’t fancy. When they’re directed towards a tatty Soho sex shop during a night out, neither James or Sirius expect to find a magical street that will change their lives forever.

Pansy, Rows, and Mutual Wanking by @violetclarity and kysprite (Pansy/Hermione, E, 27k)

Eighth year. Hermione's ready. She's going to study, have fun with her friends, and ignore her new roommate's obnoxious wanking habits. And alright, maybe she wouldn't be so annoyed with it if she'd had any good sex in the past. But that doesn't mean she wants Pansy Parkinson to teach her how to wank… does it?

Friends of Dorothy by Writcraft (Harry/Snape, E, 22k)

When Harry Potter sees Severus Snape on a date with another wizard it sets him on a journey of self-discovery that leads to the Friends of Dorothy Detective Agency and a Niffler called Toto.

How We Were Warriors by Writcraft (Harry/Snape, E, 51k)

A homophobic attack in London’s Soho brings Harry to New York City to discover more about the past. Still haunted by love and loss in the eighties, Severus just wants to forget. In Manhattan’s Greenwich Village, past and present collide, and in one another Severus and Harry find hope for the future.

Play Me Like A Love Song by Writcraft (Minerva/Will, E, 68k)

Minerva McGonagall doesn’t believe in love at first sight, which is why her instant attraction to drag king Wilhelmina ("Will") Grubbly-Plank is so unexpected. War tears apart the wizarding world and as one battle ends Minerva and Will must fight once more, this time for the lives of their friends on Little Compton Street. A love story spanning five decades defined by music, laughter and tears, in which love is not always easy, but it’s always worth fighting for.

#asks #anon #lgbt recs #coming out #queer history #queer community

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the-lady-amphitrite · 6 months

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— DREAMS OF FOREVER | chapter 2

a world so full of broken hearts

pairing: Avenger!Loki / f!Avenger!Reader word count: 2,395 summary: The "You found me and gave me your hand" chapter in this chapter: this chapter opens with anxiety and some crying, mentions of The Blip and trying to return to a normal life after The Blip, a moment of Loki being soft and reassuring, i think this chapter technically makes this a strangers to lovers fanfic author notes: @sarahscribbles's didn't believe me when i said i could post another chapter of one of my fics today. unfortunately for her, this one has been sitting around finished while i work on future chapters and A Fairytale Beginning. naturally, i had to (lovingly) spite her and prove her wrong. so, enjoy the new chapter! also, if any of you were waiting patiently for the proposal… i'm gonna tell you now that you'll have to wait more. welcome to the flashback era of this fic! you all will hate me before we return to the proposal era (warning)

( previous chapter | read on ao3 | series masterlist )

THEN, AUGUST 5TH, 2023; AVENGERS TOWER, NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

The door to the bathroom swings shut behind you, the sounds of the gala immediately dimming to a whisper of noise. It’s quiet in here. The quick clack of your shoes against the tile are thunderous in comparison.

You need a few minutes away from all of that. A few minutes of quiet to pull yourself back together.

You lay your hands against the sink counter, leaning into it. Closing your eyes, you take deep, slow breaths to calm your shaking hands and sprinting heartbeat. Words spoken so blithely near you echo in your ears. It’s a struggle to push them down, to not let the hungry maw of haunting loss that nips at your heels so relentlessly swallow you like a minnow.

Try as you might though, the tears come.

One by one, they splatter on the counter. You refuse to wipe your eyes. No matter how much you want to rid yourself of the evidence of these cracks you can’t. The chance of smearing your makeup, of making it obvious how hard you broke while in this bathroom, is too great for you to even consider it for more than a second.

You’ve held yourself together so well since joining with the branch of Avengers based in New York City. Three months and ten days — or something close to that. You honestly lost count of the days during your first month. All you’ve known since you joined this team is how to keep yourself busy. It's made falling asleep easier. Kept you from turning too many thoughts over when you could barely do more than fall into your bed and pass out each night.

Vines of your power slither and tighten through your whole body. Squeezing and puncturing, just like the thorny vines you favour in combat. Your fingers curl harshly against the counter's edge. Gripping it desperately as you try to swallow back the tears and the heavy ache in your chest.

In the five years you were Blipped, so many things changed. Friends, acquaintances, a situationship; practically all of it was gone in the blink of an eye for you. Your situationship moved on with her life the best she could after you were dusted. The friends and acquaintances who remained left to chase whatever life they could cling to in the aftermath of the Blip. Your room at Xavier’s school even became a tomb to the person everyone chose to remember you as — a shadow, a far cry from who you truly are.

Losing each bit of your life left you with too many questions, and too many what if?’s. You’ve become haunted by those five years in a way those who remained weren’t.

A piece of you hopes desperately you aren’t the only one who is.

There’s a brief swell of sound from the bathroom door opening. Panic surges through you in that exact moment. Your head whips up, and you catch sight of your eyes. Wide, glassy, and tinged red from tears. It’s a sight that locks you in place, preventing you from hiding in one of the stalls before a woman in a dark green suit walks around the corner.

Her suit is cut well to her figure, and there’s a flash of a black shirt beneath the jacket. Her black hair is pulled into a high, sleek ponytail, showing off the dangling golden earrings that flash against the bathroom lights. She’s looking down at her phone with a scowl though, thumbs flying across the keyboard as she hammers out some message. For a split second, you think she might bypass you entirely without noticing. Then, her eyes flick up from her phone mid-typing and briefly lock with yours in the mirror.

You tear your gaze away instantly. Barely more than a few horrific seconds pass before she's at your side. You tense, and then you see a handkerchief extended to you.

"They really are quite nasty, are they not?" You don't take the handkerchief, but you do look at her, not understanding what she means. A small, gentle smile decorates lips painted charcoal and ink before she elaborates. "The ones here who did none of the fighting to save the universe. They believe money and influence will save them by throwing it at us, but many of them wouldn't even consider lifting a finger to truly help. The rest would balk at the first true sign of danger to their lives.”

“How did you…?”

She lifts the handkerchief a tad and brings her other hand up towards your chin. A silent question, one that you nod your answer to.

Her fingers are gentle as she grips your chin, her green eyes focused as she slowly dabs away the tears on your face.

“Know you helped save the universe?” Her eyes lock onto yours again for just a brief second, then look down. “For one, you wear one of those ridiculous pins Anthony insisted we all wear for this event.”

Ah. You’d looped yours onto a necklace chain, unable to come up with an idea of where to put it on your dress. You take the pin between your fingers, feeling the solid weight of it and the barely-there way the chain digs at the sides of your neck.

“And… for two?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, darling, but you don’t look like you belong out there.” Her hand disappears from your chin, and she draws back, placing her handkerchief on the counter. Before the feelings inside you can burn and churn for too many seconds, she continues speaking.

“I don’t mean outwardly. Your dress, your hair, your makeup, your jewellery; it all fits the part of appearing to be one of them. I mean here.” She gestures to her mouth. “You do not speak as they do.”

Your not sure what compels you to raise an eyebrow and ask her in a sharp tone, “And you do?”

She flashes a razor-sharp smile at you in return, one that sends goosebumps racing up your arms. “I’ve played their game of tongues far longer than I care to recall.”

When she doesn’t elaborate, you let it drop. Though you search your memories desperately to remember what her name might be, you can’t recall it. You can’t even remember what all the different pins mean, though you know they were designed to indicate what branch of the Avengers everyone operates from.

Yours is silver, and features the Tower’s windows etched in the A’s left side — one of the few that has a more obvious connotation for its branch. Her pin isn’t silver, it’s black. And where the etched point of an arrow on the A is for yours, hers has an hourglass instead. You can’t recall seeing such a design worn by anyone else, and it makes you wonder how far she travelled to come to tonight’s event.

“Were you Blipped?” The question falls from suddenly your lips, unbidden. The heaviness of what drove you in here still lingers and chokes your limbs. It’s quieter than before, but you can still feel it slipping through your veins and shaking your fingers.

Her face falls, and her eyes focus on nothing. She looks away and stares at the mirror, but you can tell she’s not seeing anything in it.

“No.” There’s a melancholic ache to the woman’s words. “But my brother was.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, your response almost reflexive. You know from others that being left behind, being left with nothing more than dust and memories, was horrific. In many, different ways, it’s just like being dusted has left you feeling. “Is he safe now?”

“Yes,” is her quick, obviously relieved reply. She turns back to you, all sharp green eyes and a pleasant smile — though there’s a tightness to it now. A wall meant to shut you out, erected right before your eyes. It hurts in a way; you think it shouldn’t. The two of you are strangers to the other, after all. “We’re all safer, now that the Mad Titan and his allies are vanquished. It will not be the last cosmic threat this planet faces, but none have quite the… ambitions that he did.”

It clicks then — she must be one of the aliens you’ve heard helped the Avengers during the Blip. The ones who come and go in that orange spaceship that you’ve seen on the Tower’s helipad before. You’d seen a few members of the group itself from afar earlier, as the various branches of Avengers trickled in. With all the mingling you’ve had to do since you arrived, you hadn’t managed to make it around enough of the room to be formally introduced yet.

“What’s it like? Up there I mean?”

“It’s different. Quite different, really.” When you respond with only a tilt of your head, her eyebrows raise. Like she wasn’t expecting for you to let her explain. Her lips quirk up even more for a brief moment, and then she extends her arm for you to take.

You do so without any hesitation, letting her lead you out of the bathroom and back to the gala. She steers you past everyone else, headed straight for the wall of windows that overlook the blazing skyline of New York City at night. Only then does she unloop her arm from yours. She presses her fingertips together and then spreads her hands in a way you understand is meant as a gesture at everything beyond the window. “Think of what you know about how your realm works, and then simply imagine it on a galactic scale. Much of it translates across species, though not always a simple one-to-one.”

You listen as she explains (in very basic terms) what she means by this. Most of it goes over your head, but listening to her is a welcome distraction. Even without understanding everything she’s saying, you understand that she’s seen so much more of the universe than you ever thought exists.

The gala behind you continues on, but the two of you are left alone in peace as the beautiful stranger speaks. She pantomimes with elegant sweeps of her hands to emphasise different points, drawing your eyes to them again and again as they move. Her mouth moves in dancing lines, folding letters together to help you understand everything she speaks of. Those soft green eyes of hers move between you, the world outside, and back, again and again throughout. And she stills whenever you ask something before answering.

You are captivated by her.

It’s in the middle of explaining something about flying cat mounts on a planet called Vanaheimr that she suddenly stops speaking. Your eyes were on her hands again, and though they jump back to her face quickly, they jump right back when you see her reach into her suit pocket. She pulls out her phone, looking at the screen with something akin to annoyance. It morphs into an apologetic smile as she looks up at you. You know without her telling you that this conversation has come to an abrupt end.

“It’s my brother.”

You want to linger. Something in you longs to stay here, in this moment. But you can't. So you smile at her in return, stepping away towards the bustling floor where everyone is laughing and speaking.

“I should go mingle with the others for a bit. It was nice meeting you.”

“And you as well.”

You turn away, moving through the crowd until you find the familiar face of Nathaniel Richards. He’s one of the Avengers who has permanent residency here in the Tower, just as you and a few others do. He also happens to be the one who invited you to become a member in the first place.

It's only as Nathaniel's asking where you wandered off to that you realise you never got the beautiful strangers name. Something in you deflates at the realisation, turns to yearning as you wish you'd remembered to ask her for it.

You don't remember ever giving her your name either.

“Thorn?” Nathaniel’s voice draws you from the yearning that’s scratching at the corners of your heart.

You raise an eyebrow at him, only somewhat surprised he’s calling you by your hero identity rather than your civilian one. “Yeah, Iron Lad?”

“You alright?”

Your index finger taps against your drink, giving him a smile as you nod. “I’m fine. Just… thinking about something someone said to me once.”

Nathaniel doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he nods, returning to the conversation with the others. He’s not one to pry unnecessarily with you; it’s one of the things you like about him.

You think he doesn’t pry not because he doesn’t care, but because he trusts that you (and the others as well) will come to him, Kate, or Elijah if there was something serious you need to discuss. It’s nice, having them trust you like this. It’s been this way ever since the day you showed up at the Tower looking for an escape from the tomb of Xavier’s School.

When finally you peel yourself away from Nathaniel and the others close to an hour later, you turn to seeking out the beautiful stranger. Moving around the room to chat with a few other Avengers and mingle with guests, you try your best to find her. Every time you excuse yourself from a conversation, you look around, trying to find her. You even spend half an hour sitting at the open bar while you people-watch everyone.

There’s no sign of her the rest of the night.

When you finally leave the gala to head upstairs to your room, it’s sometime past two in the morning. All your attempts to find the beautiful stranger failed. It leaves you with an ache in your chest, a sense that you’ve missed something quite unlike what you’ve felt since the Blip’s abrupt end. Something that, if you’d had the chance or the time, might have bloomed beautifully.

You collapse into bed not long after the clock ticks past 3am. Exhaustion fills every bit of your body, but even now that beautiful stranger lingers at the forefront of your thoughts.

Somehow you don’t dream of eyes the colour of spring grass, or hair dark as a raven’s wing. At least for that night.

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