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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years

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Day VII

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Pull Me Closer

Requested: #4 fluff

Prompt: “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

An: Idk how to feel about this one, but I hope you like it 🥰! 🖤

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Sighing tiredly, you dropped heavily into the comfy chair across from the sofa, Severus’ chair to be exact. The day had been a long one and you were grateful that you were now able to be sitting down, finally off of your feet.

You sank further into the deep, easy chair, recollecting the day. Your students were usually mannered, especially when they’d notice you in a tired mood, today, however, they were not. It’d seemed as if they were trying to reach a goal when it came to how aggravated you could get.

Recently, one of the first years had caused a rather big accident in Severus’ potions class which had resulted in an even bigger disaster. While attempting to get his class under control, Severus had been moving in his usual, quick steps, trying to make sure his students were both safe and far away from the mess. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been paying attention to the floor beneath him, and had tripped over a stool a student had knocked over during the commotion.

Severus hadn’t been able to catch himself in time, proceeding towards the floor. He’d tried one last feasible attempt at cushioning his fall, but that’d only aided in his horrible injury. During the time he had been falling, his ankle that’d somehow gotten caught in said stool, twisted and bent the wrong way and had forced him to let out a painful yelp. As embarrassing as it’d been, even with the witnesses being no more than 12, Severus couldn’t stop the scowl of pain that’d shown on his face.

He’d demanded one of his students to go fetch you and they’d scurried off while everyone stood back on high alert. An angry and injured Potions Professor wasn’t something they wanted to get in the way of.

You’d come running into the classroom in a shorter amount of time than they thought possible. They watched as you had asked if he was alright, what’d happened, and if he could stand. Despite the surging pain he was feeling, that snarky mouth of his hadn’t subsided, in fact, it’d gotten worse. You told him if he didn’t act politer than he was being, than you were going to levitate him out of there.

Needless to say, Severus had left the infirmary with a sprained ankle and a more threatening warning to stay off his feet unless absolutely necessary. You too were told to make sure that he would stay in bed and rest as much as possible, though Madam Pomfrey wasn’t as soft with you as she had been with him.

You knew better than to both keep a man like Severus Snape in bed with nothing to do, and go against Poppy’s orders. It’d left you in a tough spot, yet your husband knew when to stay settled and actually listen without putting up a fight. With you at least.

You smiled at the thought of Severus because in spite of living and working together, you couldn’t get enough of him. With that in mind, you trudged towards your room, dragging your aching feet as you went. You spotted Severus’ sleeping form, his leg was propped up to alleviate some of the strain on his ankle. He appeared to be rather comfortable with nearly every pillow from your bed underneath him.

If there was one thing you (might’ve) loved more than Severus, it was pillows. You liked how they came in different shapes and sizes, and how they could liven up a dark room. Severus wasn’t too fond of your pillows, still you hadn’t cared anyway. Right now, though, he seemed to be appreciating your love for the decorative items.

You tried to remain quiet so that you didn’t wake him; sleep was rare for him to come by and on top of that, he slept lightly. You took off your teaching robes, standing in front of your vanity while you undressed. You rummaged through your drawers, finding your coziest pair of pajamas, before you prepared to go take a shower.

The hot water did wonders to your tense muscles. Teaching one class was enough and no matter how much you appreciated your opportunity to do so, you didn’t think you’d ever want to pick up teaching Severus’ permanently. Whilst his class was behaved and you had no trouble keeping their attention after a prior moment of chaos, it didn’t negate the fact that potions wasn’t your forte. You were good at it, yes, well enough to instruct a class, but you weren’t as adept at it as he was.

You quickly washed your body, scrubbing away the day, and hopped out. You smiled softly at the smell of eucalyptus and lavender as you applied the calming oil to your body, going to put on your loungewear.

Walking back into the room, you noted Severus’ slightly changed position. You studied his form, matching his steady breathing and making sure he still looked comfortable. You continued to look at him, looking wistful as you thanked your lucky stars for being married to the man.

In his current state, he looked so peaceful - regardless of the temporary pain he was in. His hair had fallen to the side, obscuring part of his handsome face and leaving him to look rather alluring. His lips were slightly parted and they puffed out at every breath. You’d always told him it amused you that he breathed through his mouth during his sleep. You felt so lucky to be with him.

“If you stare any longer, I might just get up and walk.” Severus grumbled.

His eyes weren’t open which might’ve explained why you hadn’t been aware that he was awake. “You’re so attractive when you’re sleeping, I couldn’t help it.” You shrugged.

He chuckled, sitting himself up and exhaling. You were quickly at his side, helping him get relaxed. “How were the classes?”

“They went well, all things considered.” You leaned against the bed, mindful of your husband, and looked down at him. “My class was well behaved, whereas yours seemed to think because you weren’t there, they could do what they wanted. I reminded them that you’d likely be back in the next two days and they acted accordingly after.”

A contemplative smirk rose on his face, “Remind me to give them a thorough lesson on why respecting someone’s wife is always important.”

You shook your head in amusement, “Are you hungry? I was thinking of making some French onion soup.”

Severus hummed in satisfaction as he thought of the oozy, melty Gruyére cheese you always topped on it. He could taste the fresh bread and rich, French wine you usually paired with it. “Nothing sounds better, darling.”

“Have you read anything today?” You implored sarcastically, looking at the numerous books splayed on the bed.

You were met with a dry expression on his face, “I seem to have forgotten how funny my wife is. Truly a comedic relief.”

That’d made you laugh. You left him with yet another book, one of his newer potion journals that you’d gotten him, and went to get started on dinner.

Almost an hour later, your were finished with the appetizing soup, already plating both of your meals and pouring two generous glasses of wine. Before you could collect everything to bring back to your bedroom, you heard Severus hobble his way into the living room.

You peaked your head out, seeing him plop down onto the couch and prop his foot up on the expensive coffee table. “What are you doing?” You were genuinely confused as to why he was sitting out there.

“Getting ready for dinner?” He shared your confused look.

You were quick to remind him, “You’re supposed to be in bed, love.”

He let his head fall onto the back the couch, a move you found amusing coming from him. “I’m tired of lying in bed,” he began. “It won’t hurt me to be up and moving, at least in the living room. Do you want me to be more miserable than I already am?”

Now he was being dramatic. It was relatively ironic considering anytime you were sick, you were made to stay in bed, sometimes a day longer even if you were feeling better. Shaking your head and laughing, you brought the tray with everything on it over to him, setting it down and fetching a spoon. “Eat.” You lightly ordered.

“Feeling bossy today, are you?” He blew on his spoon before enjoying the delectable soup.

Before answering, you broke off pieces of bread for him so he didn’t have to and placed a few on his plate. “No,” you disagreed. “Just making sure you’re well fed before I send you back to bed.”

That’d had charmed him and earned you a regaled chuckled, “You might be one of the best nurses I’ve had.”

“Well how many have you had exactly?” You squinted your eyes.

“Just you, darling.” He promised, laughing deeply at your jealous demeanor. “Dinner is wonderful, it’s nice to have something other than what is usually prepared in the great hall.”

You blushed at the compliment, “Thank you, my love.”

Severus turned to look at you, adoration shining brightly in his deep, chocolate eyes. A ghost of a smile darkened over his gentle gaze and you found yourself caught in it, not quite wanting to look away, so rarely seeing that particular look. “Thank you, for taking care of me this past week. You did wonderfully, not only here, but in my classes as well, I couldn’t have had chosen anyone better. I love you.”

You smiled at the praise and gushed at the following kiss he’d given you subsequently.

Since you were both finished by then, you gathered the dirty dishes, sending them to the kitchen sink and helped Severus up. He insisted he hadn’t needed your help, but when he swayed slightly after standing too fast, you’d challenged him with your stare. He eventually relented and allowed you to help him back to the bed.

You settled him onto his back, fluffing his pillows and putting his ankle in a better position than he had earlier. His contended sigh had expressed his appreciation for you and your gesture, “Are you coming to bed with me?” He wondered.

“I am, I just can’t seem to find my pillow.” You looked around the room. His sheepish look quickly faded when the two of you locked eyes, “Where are my pillows?” You giggled.

“Poppy came by earlier and said that I hadn’t had enough, something you’ve said numerous times, and decided that yours would do.” He explained.

You smirked, sitting down on the bed, “I guess all of my pillows are needed after all, huh?” You teased. His claims that every pillow, except two, was unnecessary, popped back into your head. And he clearly hadn’t thought so now either since he was getting pleasantly snug with them.

“Still redundant but I might’ve come to appreciate them more.” He could admit.

You laughed at his confession and made yourself comfortable in bed. You cozied up closer to him, lying your head on his chest, just above his heart, and cradling his neck. You nestled your head deeper into the space where his neck and shoulder met.

Severus looked down at you as best as he could, “What are you doing?”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” You easily answered. “Is that a problem?”

“I can’t exactly breathe…” He trailed off.

You huffed and scooted further away from him, “So you don’t want to cuddle?” You’d already turned away from him, hiding your pout.

His response was pulling you closer by your waist, tightening his hold, and keeping you there without you moving and inch. “I didn’t say that, I was just curious as to what you were doing.” He kissed your temple.

“So you do want to cuddle. You’re so sweet.” You cooed, teasing him.

Severus’ eyes were closed but a sly tilt of his lips etched onto his face, “Go to sleep.”

You grinned at him and pursed your lips, waiting for him to kiss you back. When he’d taken too long, you cleared your throat and effectively made him pop open an eye, peering down at you. He sighed dramatically, tenderly grabbing your jaw and kissing you deeply and quickly. “Sleep.” He repeated.

You hooked your leg over his while also being mindful and settled deeper into him, swiftly falling asleep.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Hey Ally idk if you are taking requests at the moment but if you are could you write something really fluffy with either Sebastian or Bucky! I am just not having a good time right now and would really appreciate anything you got! If you need a more specific idea i can come up with one just let me know and obviously no rush ♥️

Hiya hun! I hope this brightens your day/night and gets your spirits up💛 Sending all my love and good energy to you, happy reading!

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Flowers and Nutella

Your body felt as if it were glued to the bed. The warm covers you’ve been wrapped in all night brought you comfort and served as a protection from the cold of the harsh world. Today had been one of those days. You know those days, the ones where you wake up and it seems like the world is out to ruin you. You didn’t want to get out of bed because it was like you were dreading of going through with the day.

The past week had been difficult. A failed mission; false leads that ended up being a mouse trap. You were put in charge of Peter, it had been one of the few Avengers mission he was allowed to come along on. You lot were supposed to collect data about an ex SHIELD agent selling alien weapons to different buyers, including Hydra members. The whole thing turned out to be a trapped, long story short, it ended up with Peter getting shot in the shoulder by one of the weapons. Thankfully, Banner and Dr.Cho knew how to patch it up so he was safe, back to the energetic bright eyed puppy he was.

The week had just been hard to get through completely. The affects of those events had finally taken its toll on you and decided to pile up on you during this gloomy morning. You didn’t plan on leaving your room. All you wanted was to watch things on Netflix, eat, and just stay in your safe haven. Your room.

You had been watching Gossip Girl once again when a knock was heard from your door. You didn’t feel like interacting with anyone so you didn’t answer it. A few minutes pass and the door slowly creeks.

Outside Bucky was dressed in gym shorts and a loose gray shirt. His hair was twisted up in a bun, something he had learned from you and grown to love. It was Saturday and the two of you usually had training sessions together in the morning. When you didn’t respond to your door he grew concerned. Usually you were up and going, bouncing on the balls of your feet as your pony tail swayed side to side.

His head peeks behind your door and the sight in front of him makes him furrow his brows. You were far from ready, barely even close. You were in bed, wrapped in your blankets, eyes heavy as you watched some show on your tv.

“(Y/n)? Doll?” He calls out to you, slowly entering your room. The atmosphere was heavy as he took in the darkness and chilling temperature in your room.

Your hair rustled against your pillow as you move your head to look at him. You squint at him as the light from the window poured into your room. Bucky had pulled open the curtains and turned up the thermostat in your room.

“Buck? Hey, what are you doing here?” You eye his attire and groan.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot we had training today.” You apologized squeezing your eyes shut. It was as if you couldn’t do anything right lately.

Bucky waved you off settling himself beside your legs on your bed. He nudges your thigh with his elbow, “No worries. But are you okay? You never forget our training days and you’re usually bouncing from wall to wall by now.” His soft voice fills your room flowing like honey. You feel a swell in your chest at how comforting his voice was.

“What’s going on, darling?” He looks at you, eyes full of concern as they plead you to tell him what’s wrong. You sigh and push your cheek against your pillow. One of your arms curling underneath the cushion while the other gripped to your blanket.

You shrug the shadow of a smile on your chapped lips, “I don’t know. Just don’t feel up for anything today. I just want to lay here and rest.”

Bucky sends you a comforting smile as his large hand comes to rub the small of your back, “It’s alright, sometimes we need breaks from the outside world.”

A small smile forms on your lips, though it didn’t bring that crinkle by your eyes, a sign that you were genuinely happy.

He looks around before his sparkling blue eyes come to land on you again. “D’ya need anything before I head to the gym?”

You hum shaking your head, “Nope, thank you though.”

Bucky nods and claps his hands against his thigh. Getting up and leans forwards to poke your nose, “Alright. Give me a call if you need anything, I’ll be here.” You let out a simple, “mmk” as he turns to leave your room.

The door shuts behind him as he presses his back onto it. Screw the gym, he thought to himself. You were clearly upset and there was a voice in his head telling him to go fix it. You probably didn’t want him prodding in on your rest day but he just wanted to see a smile on your face.

His long legs take him to the kitchen where Wanda, Nat, and Sam were. “Ladies.” He greets them, nodding his head. A silent look was sent to him by Nat, probably because she hadn’t had her coffee yet. Wanda sends him a smile as she uses her powers to cook multiple dishes for breakfast.

“Sam.” He greets his friend who responds to him with a grunt. Bucky shoves himself to a stool at the counter as he tries to come up of ways to cheer you up.

Wanda glances at him, “I don’t think she would enjoy a picnic outside, she likes to stay in her room when she wants a break.”

Bucky’s eyes move from the marbled counters to the back of Wanda’s auburn hair. “Well what do you think she would like right now? I walked in and and she just looked so out of it.”

Natasha sighed as he inhaled the rich smell of coffee, “Barnes just leave her alone, she’s had a rough week, let her get some rest.”

Bucky grumbled a frown on his face, “But she looked so sad, I can’t just leave her like that.”

The elevator dings as the doors slide open. All heads turn towards the hall as they see Peter come out from the elevator. His backpack was slung over his shoulder as greeted all of them with a boyish grin.

“Hey guys!” A round of “mornings” is heard amongst the group as Peter enters the kitchen. He looks over Wanda’s shoulder as his hand reaches under her arm to grab a piece of bacon.

The witch rolls her eyes as she swats his back, “You could’ve burned your fingers, Pete.” She scolded him motherly.

“I’m fine, what’s up guys?” Peter answers with the strip of bacon hanging from his mouth. He places his backpack on the floor and joins the others at the counter. Bucky glances at the boy. Maybe he would know a way to cheer you up. The both of you had been hanging out together a lot since you were his mentor, besides Tony, of course.

“Parker, what’s something that’ll get (y/n) to cheer up?” The boy perks up at your name.

“Flowers and a jar of Nutella.” He answers almost immediately, a proud grin on his face. His quick answer earned him some looks from his older team mates.

“How would you know that, Parker?” Nat asks him, sitting in the stool beside him. Peter fiddles with his fingers as he adjusts himself in his seat. His mouth opens to answer but Sam interrupts him.

“Someone gotta crush on (y/n)?” Sam teases the teenager. Peter’s eyes widen as his cheeks turn rosy, a clutter of stutters coming out his out.

“N-No! I mean— she’s pretty, really pretty. Beautiful in fact, but no, I don’t—I don’t have a crush on Ms. (y/n).” He manages to defend himself. A poor attempt of a defense in Sam’s opinion. Sam shakes his head at the boy, “Buck, looks like you’ve got competition.”

Peter’s eyes almost fall out their sockets at the mention of Bucky. The boy stares at the metal arm that could choke and kill him in an instant. “No! You don’t have any competition Mr. Barnes, sir, I swear.”

Nat smirks from beside him as Wanda chimes from behind them, “I could read minds, Peter!” She sang.

“How do you even know she likes flowers and Nutella?” Natasha asks him.

“Um—I asked her to go to prom with me, remember? She said she’ll only go with me if I buy her flowers and a jar of Nutella.” Peter answers. Bucky was up at his feet at an instant, patting his shorts for his wallet. When he felt the bulky object he glanced at the elevator. Walking behind Peter, he pats the boy’s back with his metal hand. Peter jumps almost yelping in his seat.

“Thanks, Parker.” Bucky chuckles then walks to the elevator.

He takes a train to get around the city. He ends up at the nearest retail store, looking through the shelves for Nutella and other things you might like. Once he had two bags full of treats and gifts he approaches the man outside the store who had a cart full of flowers. He didn’t know if you had a preference, but he chose the brightest out of the bunch. To him it represented your personality and the effect you had on his life.

He rushes back to the compound, bags in each hand and a bouquet of flowers under each arm. The sight of him might’ve been funny, a large bulky man with arms full of colorful flowers, a teddy bear, and all the cheesy pick me up gifts. He enters the kitchen not bothering to greet the others. Though he stops to take out two spoons from the drawers. Steve looks at him curiously while Sam nods at him in approval.

He heads straight to your room, excited to give you all the gifts he’s gotten you. He knocks on the door with the top of his foot, “I’m coming in!” He struggles to twist the knob of the door but he somehow manages to get it to open.

He slams the door shut with his back and greets you with a wide smile. Your eyes widen at him in shock.

“Surprise!” He yells happily. You feel your lips tug themselves upwards at him. You shuffle around in your bed, moving the blankets out the way.

“What’s all this?” You ask him trying to peer into the bags. He places them on the floor, gesturing for you to sit back.

“Alright, first off, here’s some flowers.” He grins handing you the two colorful bouquets. A giggle erupts from you as you take them from him. You take a whiff of the flowers, the floral smell entering your senses.

He digs through the bag and pulls out a large jar of Nutella. You gasp as Bucky presents it to you with a golden spoon from the kitchen. He hands them to you then bends back down to go through the bag.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted some snacks, so I got some cookies, your favorite chips, crackers, some wine. I didn’t bother getting a cup, just chug the bottle.” He explains placing each item onto your bed.

“I also got you a teddy bear. But they had too many and I didn’t know which one you’d like so I got the bear, a llama, and a dog.” He chuckles bopping your face with the llama’s snout. You laugh as you try to hold all of them in your arms.

“Oh yeah, and here’s some candy.” He places at least five boxes of different kinds of candy onto your lap. You look at him in awe, the joy bursting in your chest at his lovely gesture. The happiness soon became too much and your eyes began to water. The proud smile on Bucky’s face falters, his shoulders slumping. He crouches in front of you, hands beside your legs.

“No! Doll, what’s wrong? Was it the candy? Do you not like skittles? Or is it the Hershey’s kisses? I could take them back! Do you not like the llama?” Questions began to roll off his tongue as he stared up at you. His thumbs came up to wipe stray tear from your face. A laugh bubbles from your chest, your free hand gripping onto his wrist.

“No, Bucky, this is just—no one’s really done this for me before. Thank you.” You smile at him through your tears. “Thank you, I really really appreciate it. You didn’t have to do all of this honestly.” You sniffled fiddling with the plush llama’s fur.

“It’s fine doll, honestly. Anything to see that smile on your face.” He grins up at you, happy with himself that he got to bring the smile that formed crinkles to the side of your eyes. You giggle once again and place all the gifts on your bed, you leans towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his neck. Bucky sighs in content, his metal hand coming up to stroke circles onto your back.

“Thank you, Buck.” You whisper against the skin of his neck. Bucky presses a kiss to your temple, “Anytime darling.”

You pull away and organize the things on your bed. You sit against the headboard did your bed and motion for him to join you.

“I’m gonna need help eating all of this.” You tease him. He settles beside you, arm around your shoulder. He reaches for a pack of Reese’s and rips it open with his teeth.

“Well good thing I’m a super soldier.” He chuckles tuning into the movie on your tv. You get curious and look at him.

“How did you know about the flowers and Nutella though?” You question him with a raised brow.

“Spider-boy.” He answers mouth full of the peanut butter cups. You laugh and lean back into his arm. You reach for the jar of Nutella and twist it open, pealing of the gold seal. Your spoon dips into the chocolate, breaking the smooth surface.

Bucky glances at you, “Feelin’ better?”

The spoon hangs from the corner of your mouth, savoring the delicious spread, “Much better.”

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screechthemighty · 3 years

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Wrote a little Ethan Winters fluff because he deserves the whole world. Of note, this is part of an Ethan Lives AU that I’m still hammering out the details of, but the tl;dr of it is that he survives Village, but is in a rough state for a while and would only just now be feeling better. Also he lost his left hand in this AU because lbr Ethan’s Left Hand is a lost cause after all that trauma. (Also, IDK if I’ll post this on AO3 since I can’t think of a title, but I’ll reblog with a link if I do!)

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“Okay, flex your fingers?”

Ethan tried. It was getting a bit easier, but they still felt stiff. Doctor Marshall nodded and wrote something down. “That’s good. That’s an improvement.”

“Is it?” Ethan asked. It was a genuine question; he was so in the thick of it and any changes were so incremental that he couldn’t tell what was progress anymore. It just ended up sounding sarcastic because of how damn tired he was. He’d been exhausted for months.

“It is. Should be back to working order in no time if you keep those exercises up.” Marshall finished writing something down, then nodded. “Okay. You’re good.”

“…what, that’s it?” Now Ethan was suspicious. Usually they put him through a lot more tests. They’d eased up a bit now that he had a foot out of the grave, but there was still more poking and prodding than he would’ve liked. Except…not today, apparently. “I can go?”

“You can go.”

There’s a catch. There has to be a catch. Ethan wanted to believe that was just his paranoia, but his paranoia had kept him alive so far…on the other hand, he was being given permission to get the hell out of this examination room.

Screw it, I’ll take the risk.

Ethan stood up carefully, waiting a second to make sure he wasn’t about to collapse before walking to the door. “Thanks for going easy on me, Doc.”

“You enjoy your day, Ethan.”

It was a slow walk back to his room. He probably could’ve used the walker, but he was trying to push himself a bit. Test his strength. He was regretted the decision by the time he was back in the room. “Fuck,” he muttered as he stumbled through the door. The space on the other side was quiet, no sign of Mia or Rose. He would’ve panicked if she hadn’t left a note.

Picking something up downstairs, be back soon. She’d scribbled her departure time at the bottom; it hadn’t been long enough for Ethan to worry, so he set the note aside and struggled to get out of his shoes. He was doing better at getting stuff off one-handed, but the exhaustion was kicking his ass.

You’ve got to stop napping in the middle of the day, he told himself as he lay down and closed his eyes. You’re sleeping too much. You have a life to live.

That was the last concrete thought he had before he dozed off.

He woke up someone humming somewhere in the room and the sound of Rose’s white noise machine. Ethan barely remembered not to swear in front of his daughter, instead grumbling in vague protest at his own exhaustion and inability to avoid napping. ��Happy Father’s Day, sleepyhead,” said Mia softly.

“Huh?” Ethan carefully opened his eyes and lifted his head enough to see Mia. She was sitting at the small table in one corner, looking at something on a computer. “What?”

“It’s Father’s Day. Your first one.”

“…oh.”

He had to take a second to process that. Even if it was, ultimately, just kind of a day, it felt like more than that. Four months ago, he hadn’t even been sure he’d live. Now he was alive, and able to celebrate that he was a father along with the other dads. It was the most normal, ordinary thing, almost boring, but…

Well, everything was a lot more exciting when you thought you wouldn’t live to see it.

“Wait, is that why Marshall let me go early?” Ethan asked. He sat up slowly, glancing to his right. The crib was close to the bed; all he had to do was reach in and carefully scoop up a still-sleeping Rose “That was like, half the usual tests. Didn’t even draw any blood today.”

“I might’ve talked to them.” Mia finally made eye contact. She had that weird, sad look in her eyes, the one she was trying to hide behind a smile but wasn’t doing the best job. “You can go back to sleep. I didn’t mean…”

“No, no, I’m okay.” Ethan kissed the top of Rose’s head. “Hey, Rosie. You sleepy, too?”

Rose sighed softly and snuggled a bit closer to him. She’d gotten so much bigger in the past four months, but even if she was a bit of an armful compared to six months, holding her brought the same deep sense of relief it had in that village. It was proof she was safe. She was okay.

He’d won.

“We did a really good job with her,” Ethan said quietly. When he looked up, Mia was rubbing her eyes. She wasn’t crying yet, but was close. “Mia?”

“I’m okay. Just…” When she looked at him again, her eyes were pink, brimming with tears. “…you deserve a better day than this.”

Ethan felt his face go a bit pink. He was torn between being worried about Mia and a bit embarrassed. “Stop.”

“You do.”

“Any halfway decent dad would’ve done what I did.”

“Kill five highly dangerous bioweapons in one night?”

“That was mostly adrenaline. And…” Ethan stopped talking when Rose stirred, then continued at a softer volume when she settled back down. “…terror. Throw in some spite, I guess. Are you okay?”

Ethan almost regretted asking. They hadn’t talked much about Europe. They were talking more about Europe than they had about Louisiana, but they were mostly talking about how Ethan was feeling. Not about how Mia was feeling. She was still withdrawn, more focused on him than on herself. He hadn’t addressed it—felt like he hadn’t had the time, between all his treatments and worrying about Rose—but he’d been worried.

Mia shook her head and wiped the few stray tears away. “I’m just…I’m glad you’re here. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Glad to be here.” Ethan had to adjust his grip to hold out a hand to her, between Rose resting there and the fact that he only had one hand left, but he managed. “Hey.”

Mia hesitated, but did join him on the bed, carefully resting her head on his shoulder. The closeness brought a queasy uncertainty he still wasn’t used to—the discomfort he still felt on and off in his own skin projecting onto his relationship with his wife—but it faded quickly today. A Father’s Day gift from the universe, he guessed. “I’m okay,” Ethan said quietly. “We’re all here.”

It might’ve been a random room in a medical complex that had been cobbled together into an “apartment”, but it was safe. It wasn’t that village, it wasn’t Dulvey. It was the three of them together, alive and safe. Imperfect, especially for the long term, but at the same time? After what he’d been through?

It was everything he could’ve wanted.

“We got you cheesecake,” Mia said quietly.

Ethan straightened up. “You got…Mia, you could’ve woken me up for that!”

Mia barely bit back a startled burst of laughter. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Screw rest, I haven’t had cheesecake in ages.” His last birthday, he was pretty sure, which felt like lifetimes ago. He was considering temporarily passing off Rose for a chance at a slice, but then she stirred again, clinging to his shirt more tightly.

“…it can wait,” Ethan said quietly, settling back against the pillows.

Mia laughed again quietly and settled down with him. “I could feed it to you.”

“I appreciate it, but I’m really enjoying being able to eat on my own.” Granted, there was a world of difference between a feeding tube and being fed cheesecake to avoid waking up your daughter, but…really, after so much time not being able to do things on his own, the sting was still there. Even with that difference. “But thank you.”

It really could wait. He didn’t mind. The cheesecake wasn’t the point. This—the tiny fair-haired girl in his arms, one of the lights that had kept him going for the past four months?

That was the real point.

#resident evil #resident evil village #father's day #ethan winters #my writing #my fanfic

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acciofanfics · 4 years

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Spell It Out (Oliver Wood x Reader)

Request: could you do an oliver wood x female reader where they’re like friends and she’s really little (like thin and short and she’s insecure abt it by the thinks it’s cute) so he’s like kinda protective over her but she’s oblivious and idk maybe like he gets jealous or something (?) idk u can make the plot but they get together in the end and maybe it’s a lil steamy (?) thanks sm!!! i love ur writing 🥺

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Heavily implied smut and maybe language? I’ll say language to be safe.

Word Count: 1652

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted! I really struggled with thinking I wrote Oliver too OOC. That being said... I apologize if this is too OOC >.< As always here’s a reminder that requests are still open! - S

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Oliver Wood took quidditch quite serious, and would never fault anyone else for doing so. His chest swelled with pride when he found his team already on the pitch practicing, before their scheduled time. Maybe it was that they’d be playing Slytherin next week that had them finally taking the game as seriously as he did (they were Gryffindor’s biggest rival). His chest deflated when he saw (Y/N) playing keeper. How could they let her play?!

It wasn’t that he didn’t like (Y/N), they were good friends. Fred and George often said it was quite obvious he fancied her. Maybe, that’s why he had such a problem with it, quidditch could be a dangerous game! Of course it wasn’t against the rules for students not on the quidditch team to play around on the pitch and fly, but it should’ve been... at least for her. His first game on the team he took a Bludger to the head 2 minutes in and was out for a week!

Oliver found himself just watching for a bit; annoyed but distracted, he was fond of her smile and the wind catching her hair. Well, he was fond of it until Fred was hovering beside her, both laughing as her smile grew. Oliver couldn’t hear what they were saying so he had to make it up in his head and he was irritated that Fred had the nerve to suggest such. Oliver was quite glad he heard George yell and break his trance, “MUM’S HERE NO MORE FUN AND GAMES!”

Oliver tried to seem normal, as they all settled down and got ready for practice. He brushed off a friendly greeting from (Y/N) and tried to ignore the thoughts of her all together while she put the broom away. It wasn’t going to be the easiest task, given the fact that she usually settled in the stands to watch them practice.

It was a brutal practice... he had the tendency to do that: take out his frustrations on the pitch. It was pretty obvious that he was having an off day, but the team knew it was best to just suffer through it and hope next practice he would be in a better mood. Poor Fred seemed to get the brunt of the abuse.

(Y/N) was a bit concerned. It’d been awhile since she’d seen Oliver work himself and them this hard and that was after a particularly hard run in with Marcus Flint. (Y/N) just worked on her potions homework and waited for practice to end. It ran longer than usual, and her worry only grew when she didn’t see Oliver exit the locker room with the rest of the guys. She waited a few minutes before deciding to just walk right in.

“Oliver, you still in here?”

Oliver’s eyes widened at her intrusion, he’d just gotten out of the showers and wore only a towel around his waist, “Bloody hell, (Y/N)! Just barge right on in, will ya?”

She rolled her eyes at his tone. “What’s wrong with you today?”

He thought about responding with a simple: nothing, but they knew each other too well for that. It wouldn’t work. “Why were you out there playing today?”

“Is that what you’re mad about? We were just messing around, practice hadn’t even started yet. It was just a warm up.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have been warming up with them.” Oliver approached her and as he sized her up, he really didn’t feel like he was being silly. She stood a good head or two (maybe three) shorter than him, and all around the girl was just tiny. A good gust of wind could’ve knocked her right off that broom, “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

(Y/N) was used to this, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. She wasn’t a child, even though everyone seemed to think she was. It was rather disheartening actually to be treated like this by him... she wondered if she was a bit taller and a little more filled out if this was the conversation they’d be having while he stood before her basically naked. “Oh, sorry. I thought something was actually wrong, I wouldn’t have bothered had I known you were just being a git. It’s not different than you playing! You could get hurt, in fact out of the 2 of us you’re the one with more quidditch related injuries.”

Oliver ignored her, they wouldn’t reach an agreement on the subject anyhow. He decided to go in on something else bothering him, “What are you doing here anyways? I figured you’d be back in the common room with Fred or whatever.”

Fred? He was two years younger than her (granted you definitely wouldn’t realize that by looking at them) and sure he flirted with her. It was Fred, he was flirty and goofy. It was the boy’s personality and had nothing to do with anything. “Honestly, Oliver you are too much sometimes! You’re going to act like I’m a child and then turn around and act jealous in the same breath?”

Did she really think he viewed her as a child? That wasn’t it at all. Maybe he needed to get over himself and finally come clean. “I don’t look at you like you’re a kid... and you call me thick.”

“Okay,” Sarcasm dripped from her tongue, “You act like I can’t do anything for myself, you’re mean to any guy that pays me any mind, you hardly let me carry my books for myself!”

“And there’s no other explanation for that?” Oliver’s eyes widened in disbelief when she didn’t speak up. He’d called her thick as a joke, but maybe... “Oi! Just make me spell it out, why don’t you? I fancy you, (Y/N)!”

Oliver Wood just confessed attraction to her. Was it some sort of joke? (Y/N) obviously had a crush on him, plenty of girls in their year did. She felt a little silly for being so oblivious, but most guys adopted her as a little sister of sorts. She’d had a few boyfriends here and there, but it wasn’t like they were lining up for her. And there she stood shocked and confused, “If this is a joke it’s not very funny.”

Oliver chuckled at the girl, she was still there so that must’ve been a good sign. “I’m not joking.”

“Why would fancy me? You guys said I looked like a first year yesterday.” She crossed her arms. Of course she wanted Oliver to like her, but something didn’t seem to add up.

“That one was a joke! And I didn’t say anything I just laughed,” He defended himself, but he supposed that didn’t make him sound much better. “I like your size... I think it’s cute.”

Honestly, (Y/N) had grown tired of being called ‘cute’, but she didn’t mind it that much when he said it. There was only one logical response to this in her mind (although there probably were a few more ways in all actuality). She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to one of the benches where she promptly stood on top of one. Oliver smiled a bit, catching onto her plan, "You know you could've just asked me and I would-"

(Y/N) cut him off, he was being annoying anyhow. Her lips crashed against his and Oliver immediately a wave of relief crash over him. The doubt that had still lingered in his mind was long gone and all that he could focus on was what happening. He'd held the desire to kiss the girl in front of him for so long and now that he could feel her lips against his, he didn't want to feel anything else.

(Y/N) placed her hands on his chest, firm and still damp (up until that moment she'd somehow forgotten about the lack of clothing he was wearing). She knew this was highly inapproptiate and if McGonagall had any idea what her two students were currently up to she'd have their heads.... or at least a month of detention and quite a few house points. Call it teenage rebellion or maybe just lust, but it only fueled the desire to keep going. Oliver felt the same and pulled her flush against him, his hands felt so large against her clothed body that she shuddered to think what they might feel like against her skin.

For a first kiss, it was quite efficient, their mouths moved in tandom like they like dance partners that had been working together for years. Before she even really aware of what she was doing, (Y/N) found herself shedding her clothes (Oliver helping her out), it wasn't long at all before she'd practically caught up with the boy. She stood before him in nothing but her knickers, and perhaps she might've felt a little embarrassed baring herself in front of one of her closest friends, but Oliver didn't give her much of chance to even think those silly thoughts before his hands and lips were exploring her body.

How they’d gone all this time without each other seemed like a mystery that couldn’t be solved at the moment. Oliver lifted her up, a task easily accomplished given her stature and his training, and instinctively (Y/N) wrapped herself around searching for stability that she easily found. She arched herself into him involuntarily when her back hit the cold wall; the action earning a groan from Oliver.

Fred and George waited and watched from behind the stands. When (Y/N) and Oliver both exited the locker room hand in hand and foolish grins on their faces, their faces lit up. Oh the material they’d have to torment them! Honestly they hoped the couple wouldn’t even bother trying to deny it, they didn’t seem to bother trying to cover it up, or at least the twins assumed by the state of their hair. “Georgie, you owe me a galleon!”

#oliver wood #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic #request

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arthurtristankingsmen · 3 years

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More and longer theory chatter with @flash-the-geist with guest stars who popped in. This one is longer since it’s theorizing but turned into something Flash affectionately named the ‘Esprestissimo AU’ which I am keeping because I love it so much.

Most of this mainly features Duet thoughts and then shenanigans ! The most I did was add a missing thing in my own comments for clarification or that my brain skipped over when typing it before, or where I adjust the order of the messages for cohesiveness

please enjoy jdjd

flaaaash — Today at 4:35 AM

hmmm what if the note-taker is Duet, taking notes about "Solo"? that implies they're two different people

Arthur — Today at 4:36 AM

that's what i was thinking-- that the ‘He’ in the note is reverb, and this note is in reference to reverb, but also a comment on Solo, and the Duet 'wrote' this character profile as like-- a case file if they're in charge of the organization

so duet is like 'solo' claims she still needs to study him for research in a note on the file he's taking on reverb or something like that

flaaaash — Today at 4:37 AM

this might be my deep, unfortunate familiarity with bureaucracy talking, but- if the person in charge is also the one taking notes, it's a very small organization

Arthur — Today at 4:37 AM

oh yeah

i imagined it was tiny personally

tempo seems on the smaller side so if it's all based there, i was imagining it was relatively small

flaaaash — Today at 4:38 AM

not international then, perhaps

adkjfakjf oooh now I want to make a little card for Flash

Arthur — Today at 4:39 AM

yeah no-- at least since the name tempo of the town following the motif like seemingly implies it's based in/related to the town since if follows the reference style

or that's my thinking anyways?

flaaaash — Today at 4:39 AM

very true

imagine if Tempo is just Like That and the rest of the world is totally normal

Arthur — Today at 4:40 AM

i personally think vivi didn't grow up in tempo now more tho-- because i think if she did and there is an organization, they woulda gotten wind of her and she probably would've been recruited since she's smart and clearly into that kind of thing

and if she was in the org and knew what she was doing, i don't know if she would've gone to the cave if she was at all in the Know

flaaaash — Today at 4:40 AM

or they would have tried to study Mystery?

Arthur — Today at 4:41 AM

that too!!

even if they brought her in just because of mystery i imagine they would've brought her in

flaaaash — Today at 4:41 AM

maybe that's what the "her research into "REDACTED" is referring to. Research into mystery?

it all does seem to come back to him

Arthur — Today at 4:42 AM

or maybe she's relatively new to tempo still, and duet gave her a job because they intended to bring her in at some point but hadn't yet

like there were steps to take and like-- the cave happened before things could get fully underway

i mean at my job i applied in like-- march, and i didn't get an interview until may, and then i didn't get any training until november, and then i didn't get brought in to learn the job until december. so it'd be easy to imagine that if there was a reason, bringing her in could be a slow process

flaaaash — Today at 4:43 AM

that might also explain why there were all these "go back" signs in the cave

clearly someone with English language skills put the signage there

Arthur — Today at 4:43 AM

that too! it definitely felt like it was to warn off people and keep them from tresspassing

but the gang were kids and also ghost don't haunt the places that aren't super scary and dangerous! so of course they gotta go in!

flaaaash — Today at 4:45 AM

maybe they weren't expecting someone like Vivi at all

she was a wild card that popped up and threw a spanner in the works accidentally

Arthur — Today at 4:45 AM

yeah!

i can imagine her just coming in and completely bamboozling everyone

duet is like 'okay we'll get her in on this but we'll take some time to sort everything and judge where she's at skill wise since we have time and it's not like she can get into any danger with all our protective me--oh no'

flaaaash — Today at 4:48 AM

that calls Duet's motivation into question a lil bc - there's at least a significant amount of time between Lewis dying and them finding him again

since their search is reasonably extensive and Arthur's had time to heal up. So why didn't Duet do anything during this time?

Arthur — Today at 4:50 AM

hmmmm--- well we know it's been less than a year since the cave happened at least, and i think the way Ben talked about it sounded like it was a relatively short time table of only a few months, so maybe they wanted to give them recovery time or they weren't sure how to broach it-- i'm not sure. maybe the comic will give some kind of insight hopefully if the case is that vivi came in like that

i feel like it'd be interesting and make more sense given what she has available magic wise and mystery-wise if she wasn't in town until much later in life to explain why she wouldn’t already be working with the organization. but i'm still like hmm

because you do have a point that there would be a fair bit of inaction, unless for some reason vivi's memory issues or something was a problem or something happens in the prequel to explain or hint

tho now that brings into question if duet knows Lewis is dead, how are things not being managed better

i mean i've had arthur say in the past and i've said once or twice that like-- i think arthur was already working with prosthetics. so he could've had an arm mostly built and just had to make a more functioning one so that could've been fast. so hopefully maybe the prequel comic is set a bit before and might explain duet helping or something in a way that could make sense of it?

especially given he did make galaham's wheels already and such. he might've already built one but needed to make a new one set up for him

flaaaash — Today at 4:54 AM

I'm fairly sure people would at least know he's missing

I guess it's possible that the 'memory magic' thing that makes Vivi forget - it could affect everyone except Arthur and Mystery?

Arthur — Today at 4:56 AM

that's possible--

we have only seen mystery and arthur in the world seeming to know what's going on, so we don't know who knows what. just that vivi doesn't know lewis

but maybe nobody else does either to some degree

flaaaash — Today at 4:56 AM

Arthur being possessed at the time, and Mystery being a magical being himself. We don't have any evidence that anyone else remembers Lewis, although he seems to still be in pictures

Arthur — Today at 4:57 AM

people did seem confused arthur was freaking out in the store in the comic and like

idk. if i knew he lost his best friend i'd be more sympathetic/not look at him like he was crazy. I’d assume something set him off but probably feel bad for him if i knew what happened in the last year?

because i would imagine mental health is in the toilet after going on a trip and losing a friend even if he was only 'missing'

and the way arthur mentioned lewis and when vivi forgets he's just like 'nevermind'. if no one really remembers Lewis, then maybe giving up trying to explain is because he’s used to no one knowing who he means

flaaaash — Today at 4:58 AM

yea h

Arthur — Today at 4:58 AM

what if arthur only remembers lewis? (and mystery does)

Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 4:58 AM

In fairness most people would be confused if they saw someone having a panic attack in public, no matter how much was known about the person

flaaaash — Today at 4:58 AM

also if Lewis looked like himself for a moment just before dropping Arthur - does that mean Lance saw him?

or did he only see skele-version and thus didn't recognize him as Lewis

Arthur — Today at 4:58 AM

hmmmmm--- i lean to skele vision. he turned back pretty quick iirc

flaaaash — Today at 4:59 AM

I'm torn between analysing between a storyteller perspective and an in-world perspective

Arthur — Today at 5:01 AM

por que no los dos?

also

hmmm-- i think given people were like 'what's up with that guy', it seemed either not knowing what was going on with him or what it could stem from, but if lewis disappeared in a small town i feel like a lot of the details would've spread. so they might assume it had to do with that instead-- so it feels like maybe most people don't know

which seems strange in a smaller community because stuff gets around

flaaaash — Today at 5:01 AM

especially since the Peppers own a restaurant

Arthur — Today at 5:01 AM

yeah-- in a small town place a restuarant is usually a social hub of sorts

so if lewis disppeared i'm sure people would talk given he was a waiter and thus kind of a face for the restaurant

flaaaash — Today at 5:02 AM

also if they think he's missing and not dead, his family would be looking for him too. which means missing persons pics and all that

Arthur — Today at 5:02 AM

yeah and we didn’t see any. and some people not knowing or visitors i could get, but everyone seemed surprised by arthur freaking out, and if they knew lewis was missing and lewis and arthur were friends, it feels odd to like-- none of them to even look sympathetic

i would imagine if they knew lewis was gone they'd assume arthur would be more emotionally reactive than usual-- unless they have no idea that something is going on with arthur because you know-- lewis is erased jdjd

i mean the reason we know vivi doesn't remember is because her eyes glowed as lewis got phased out of the photo

but who knows maybe him being phased out was in general and that just meant she was affected too. everyone gets amnesia

flaaaash — Today at 5:03 AM

also slightly cracky theory but - if they ended up accidentally in the research facility during Ghost, that would explain why Vivi found a fully-stocked fridge alkja;gl

Arthur — Today at 5:04 AM

DSJDDLJSDLFJDSJL

that would be hilarious

lewis is his own scp in his tantrum mansion

they just keep an eye on the lot

flaaaash — Today at 5:05 AM

well what else are they gonna do with him??? xD

Arthur — Today at 5:05 AM

dslsdjdsfljdsfd

''welp no one knows who this guy is soooooo manor in the middle of nowhere time'

flaaaash — Today at 5:06 AM

"so the waiter turned into a vengeful spirit?" "oh uhhhh ok put him in a box i guess until we figure something out?"

ok theory- Duet knows Lewis is dead, but is trying to figure out a way to help/break the memory magic on Vivi, and that's why he's in the mansion/cave for a while before Ghost?

Arthur — Today at 5:06 AM

i like it! i think them knowing and approaching arthur in the comic and using 'rancid vibes' as an excuse would make sense

flaaaash — Today at 5:07 AM

"so that Vivi person wandered in again somehow and now the vengeful waiter ghost is loose?" "for fuck's sake you had ONE JOB-"

Arthur — Today at 5:07 AM

they know what's actually going on but they kinda act like everyone else while also getting arthur something that might help him in that book that i think will be important in the plot of the prequel

DL;G;HDGSAL;HKGSDHL;DGS

flash you have the biggest brain

flaaaash — Today at 5:08 AM

,kadjgalgkj

"also there was this killer tree-" "I do not care about the tree, one problem at a time"

Poor Duet is having A Week

but the mental image of them trying to avoid Arthur and Vivi investigating, while trying to find ??? and re-capture him while shoving Lewis in a box is hilarious, and then they run into Shiromori and just throw their hands in the air like "can u not????". And then Murder Mystery shows up and they just quit

Arthur — Today at 5:10 AM

dlaajldkljjdl;dldjlfkfd

duet is just like

on their tenth cup of coffee

Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:10 AM

Arthur: Those are rookie numbers

Arthur — Today at 5:11 AM

they see murder mystery and go back inside the shop like 'can you add like 5 espresso shots to this'

flaaaash — Today at 5:11 AM

explains why they're like "Arthur pls your vibes. Do you KNOW what I've been dealing with"

Arthur — Today at 5:11 AM

asdl;;dfslhsdahg;as;dghkghsdllhsgd

flaaaash — Today at 5:11 AM

"five extra shots and a red bull chaser please-"

Arthur — Today at 5:12 AM

(also just still crosses my fingers for medium/spiritually-sensitive!arthur to be canon but if not it will live on in my fannon)

dsldjllssfdf

they just start shoving coffee grounds directly into their mouth

flaaaash — Today at 5:12 AM

this series has a lot of antagonists

akjdalgj just crunching beans down whole

Arthur — Today at 5:13 AM

i need-- to draw duet

looking tired with a coffee

flaaaash — Today at 5:14 AM

Duet with a giant cup of coffee, staring at Murder Mystery with a deadpan stare and going "Absolutely not, I forbid it, there is not enough coffee in the WORLD."

Arthur — Today at 5:14 AM

flash and will if i share this chatter on tumblr would you be okay with it ? or would u rather i block out names if i do

i feel like some of this is hilarious and people need to experience it

flaaaash — Today at 5:14 AM

akdflaf no go for it

I will out myself as a sham of a storyboarder

Arthur — Today at 5:15 AM

duet is that gif of the ghost busters lady going 'mmm nope not today, room full of nightmares'

and turning and walking away

duet is doing their best and needs a nap

tired as Arthur

flaaaash — Today at 5:15 AM

Duet walking around the corner to see the gang facing down Murder Mystery: swivels on one foot and goes right back the way they came

Arthur — Today at 5:15 AM

ldjldljd EXACTLY

Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:16 AM

Heheheheh

Arthur — Today at 5:16 AM

like look at this person

look at their eyebags

they are Tired

they have deal with this bullshittery

they have sass to provide

but they also are Tired and done with this shit

flaaaash — Today at 5:16 AM

I want Duet and Arthur playing a game of caffeine chicken

Marshy — Today at 5:16 AM

Huge massive sigh as they see the whole bullshit situation go down and turns around to go back to the bookshop

flaaaash — Today at 5:16 AM

just lined up at the cafe bar, espresso shots in rows down the counter as they lock eyes-

who shall win- the CAFFEINE-OFF?

Arthur — Today at 5:17 AM

flash

pls if you right that i will pay you money

or maybe art

Marshy — Today at 5:17 AM

It's me I'll win

flaaaash — Today at 5:17 AM

SLFKJLKGS

Arthur — Today at 5:17 AM

dlasd;sdgkd;djslj;dags

i'm rooting for you take those nerds OUT

flaaaash — Today at 5:18 AM

"Duet gives him a look of Supreme Weariness and Nopery. Arthur counters with a double eye-roll of Resignation and Angst. In the true synchronicity of the Absolutely Done, they each take an espresso shot and slam it down."

Arthur — Today at 5:20 AM

djdasd;ds;lsda;ldj;lkdsl;jkdsj;lkasljkdjlkdg

they clink the little cups together first before taking their respective shots

flaaaash — Today at 5:21 AM

they do the thing where they turn it upside down to prove it's empty

by the fifth they're trying to outcompete each other with anecdotes

by the tenth they've moved onto toasting each other

Arthur — Today at 5:21 AM

Bonding!

Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:22 AM

The anecdotes get concerningly similar to each others

flaaaash — Today at 5:22 AM

by the twelfth, Arthur begins weeping. Duet pats him in solidarity and knocks the next shot clean off the counter due to caffeine-induced twitching

Arthur — Today at 5:22 AM

DSGLAHGLDGHDGHAAHDSGDG

EXCELLENT

want them to be friends now

flaaaash — Today at 5:23 AM

by the thirteenth, the barista stages an intervention and starts giving them decaf

by this point, they don't notice

Arthur — Today at 5:23 AM

asdlaadjsdsajd

thank you they owe you their life

they could taste the difference if they weren't vibrating into the 28the dimension atm

flaaaash — Today at 5:24 AM

after the fifteenth shot, the counter is clear and they're both full of sympathetic outrage for the other's plight. They sprint from the cafe, steamroll right over Shiromori, and punt the colours right out of Murder Mystery in a fit of industrial-strength caffeinated indignance.

Don't forget to take your meds ❤ — Today at 5:24 AM

Hahahaha

Arthur — Today at 5:25 AM

h;lsadlf;dsldj;fsljl;dfsajdfsa

flaaaash — Today at 5:25 AM

The newly Monochromatic Mystery has to then help Vivi contain the pair before they wipe all paranormal activity off the face of Tempo.

Arthur — Today at 5:25 AM

that's how the fifth video ends

flaaaash — Today at 5:25 AM

Lewis narrowly escapes by hiding in a box. THE END

Arthur — Today at 5:25 AM

dsal;gsdhldgsa;dgsdgs;hldgs;lhdsa

beautiful thank u flash

i owe you my life

flaaaash — Today at 5:25 AM

you're welcome it's my magnum opus

Arthur — Today at 5:26 AM

A+ story telling

i'm including it in the post

flaaaash — Today at 5:26 AM

ALKJGAGK

it's okay I don't have a reputation to ruin xD

Arthur — Today at 5:26 AM

dlasdl;dhsgldgdgs

this is a callout for flash being the funniest person alive--

or undead

flaaaash — Today at 5:27 AM

dead-

sfkjga

Arthur — Today at 5:27 AM

djdjdjdj

i thought about it and corrected myself xDD

flaaaash — Today at 5:30 AM

ok I have no idea if anyone will get this pun, but I dub this the Esprestissimo AU

Arthur — Today at 5:36 AM

djalsd;ldsjdsjldf

i LOVE THAT

music puns but espressos EXTRA ESPRESSOLY

flaaaash — Today at 5:49 AM

#headcanon #msa headcanon discussion #tristan rambles #flashthegeist #IT WAS SO MUCH FUN #duet #arthur #vivi #long post #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #my original stuff

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power-of-plot · 4 years

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Your hero.

MHA S4 AND MANGA SPOILERS!

Soo.. i was mourning a character’s death when i suddenly had an epiphany of this.. drabble? scenario? imagine? idk someone plz illuminate me, i can’t tell the diference.

Warnings: None. Gn reader! :}

Summary: Mirio celebrates the return of his quirk with you. It’s short ik couldn’t think of something else, i need some sleep okay?!

“It’s been a year now, huh..?”

It had been several months since you received the distressing news about the loss of Mirio’s quirks due to a drug developed by the Yakuza, able to erase quirks from someone’s organism or rather reverting it to such point it was like it never was there in the first place.

Even so, you could count with one single hand the times the weight of losing his quirk and his master had truly affected him to the point of tears. Why? Why him? When related to Mirio those questions repeating on loop in your mind were self-explanatory, it was more than unthinkable he ever did something to deserve having part of his very soul stolen from him, someone like him, who would gladly exchange his life for someone else’s indiscriminately.

“Time happens so fast, doesn’t it?” Your forever cheerful boyfriend exclaimed from the other side of the phone. “Come on, don’t be sad.. i actually have a surprise for you! It will definitely cheer you up!”

“A surprise..? But i thought you’d be busy at U.A today?” You asked before hearing him snicker, laying back on the bench you were sitting on you waited for his response.“Today was pretty quick! Oh this reminds me, Eri says hi!” “Aw.. is she doing well?” “Yeah! Today in particular she gave me a very big smile, you should have seen it” Your heart swelled at the painful thoughts you tried to forget kicking in, it was thanks to him that Eri was able to smile.. he had lost of his greatest motivations and even so didn’t stop. “So.. what is the surprise?” “Heheh! You’ll never be able to guess so i’ll give you a clue: it’s something you can only see in person, where are you?” “Hehe at the park, i wonder what is it.. is it a..”

The particular way he giggled.. was like a good omen, it had something, it caused an unexplainable feeling in your gut about this childish game being infinitely more than that, you could feel it as he notified you he would show up anytime soon.

“Haha told you! I’ll give you the ultimate clue, if this doesn’t make you guess i don’t know what will: it’s alive.”

You could feel the answer at the tip of your tongue, eyes widening at the unknown thought no, it was forgotten, it was something you had seen before, something strong enough to leave a mark you would recognize even a milenia after. “Mirio..? What is it..?” The mood turned insdescribably tense before you could notice, his voice being your only source of slight comfort.

“Well you see...” Thump. You swore you heard something hitting the ground right behind you, turning around you saw.. a phone? It looked like someone had simply left it there, it probably was a bad joke, yeah it had to be that.

“I am the surprise.”

“Ha?!” You heard his voice, it sounded like he was a foot away as much so why couldn’t you see him?

“Down here!”

Inmediately looking down without a second thought your e/c eyes met Mirio’s.

Whose head was poking out the ground.

That is his quirk. His quirk was gone. Eri was able to get him back to normal. Did they find a cure to the drug?! It finally happened. Lemillion’s legacy would not end. Your mind was floded with a plethora of thoughts and overwhelming emotions, you wanted to do so many things at the time the single body you had wasn’t enough, all the words you could possibly think of had gotten stuck in your throat.

“Mirio...” His name was the only word you managed to articulate as the lump in your throat slowly pushed tears through your eyes.

As he used to, he sank into the ground to jump out a second later though this time was different, he didn’t yell a catchy phrase nor made any flashy pose to land, he merely stood there holding out his muscular arms to you while the wind moved the long scarlet cape of his hero suit. He was wearing his hero suit.. one more image of him you had forgotten.

Jumping into his arms felt like meting him again after an eternity without a chance to even say goodbye, indeed it had been, a part of him had left without warning tearing into shreds many strings of both’s hearts. You held onto each other like your lifes depended on it, your and his arms wrapping around as much flesh as they could, as tight as possible without it becoming painful, the warmth of your bodies eventually fused into a higher temperature as you stayed right there like statues frozen in time but neither of you cared, you craved his touch, he was eager to give you a feeling of protection he had lost even for himself.

“This means you’re going to go back into pranking me with your quirk, doesn’t it..?” You managed to chuckle in tears, judging by his shoulders shaking a second later he was chuckling as well “Ah.. you’ll go back to your patrols too” He gently loosened his grip around your body to make eye contact yet keeping the gap between you short by nearly putting his forehead against yours “I won’t be coming back to work until a week later, i technically don’t have the authorization to wear my hero suit again yet heh”

“You what-” His tender nervous smile was enough to brush off any concerns you might’ve had “Showing off, aren’t we?” “Haha you could put it that way, i know the loss of my quirk really affected you so i thought this could be a great way of saying:

‘i am here’

...in any case, i might give a hand to some people here and there to celebrate, after all one million is a big number i gotta do my name justice! Let’s go, shall we m’lady?” You laughed at his goofy chivalry as he offered you the crook of his arm to hold with a deeper voice, following the game you changed your tone and held your head up trying to seem elegant “Of course hoho though there’s one mistake i have to correct you of.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“You did do your name justice, you are one less step away from one million.. you saved me- from my sadness.” As you softly rubbed your fingers over the fabric of his cape you had in your grip looking at him with a soft smile Mirio took a shaky breath overwhelmed by your sudden claim.

That sensation of accomplisment, of feeling more complete after even with small trivialities he was able to help someone out hit him with the weight of a thousand All Mights. He bit his lip blinking back some tears and he slid his long cape over your shoulder to show protection

“I’ll save you a million times more, i’ll always be your hero.”

*UGLY SOBBING* This is short but i really hope you liked it :”) this is just some warming up so i get used to post more frequently. I think it was decent for something i came up with at 2 am lmao

#thanks for reading #this made me sad #but i'm happy #what am i doin with my life #my hero academia #mirio x reader #mha fluff #mirio togata #mha x reader #bnha manga spoilers #x reader #idk what else to tag #bnha #boku no hero #mirio imagine #my hero imagines

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if you’re too shy • richie tozier

(richie tozier x cam girl!reader smut)

[based off the song if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975.]

requested: i can't find it lol BUT 🤍anon (i think) requested a fic based off of the 1975′s new song, if you’re too shy let me know !!

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, switch!richie kinda, smut, unprotected sex, a tiny bit of cumplay i guess, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, a bit of dirty talking, UNEDITED as always

also i wrote this in a different style than usual and idk if i like it much but u can let me know what u guys think,, if its weird i can go in and change the povs since its 3rd person richie

[losers + reader are 21+ in this.]

7.4k words lol

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i see her online all the time i'm trying not to stare down there while she talks about her tough time

"h-hey, man, who's that?" the voice from right next to richie makes him damn near leap out of his seat. it makes beverly chuckle a bit as she takes a bite of her apple, shaking her head. "it’s nobody." richie says quickly as he tilts his phone towards his chest and shoots a toothy grin to bill. his friend raises his full eyebrows, "wh-what, so n-nobody was sending you n-nudes?"

"something like that." richie mutters, stomach fluttering as the image flashes in his mind’s eye - the curves, the dark red lace, the plush skin painting a perfect scene in richie’s vivid imagination.

richie looks back down at the photo. his his thumbs hover over the profile picture; he'd found her originally on his instagram explore page, the photos teasing and immediately he had to know more. y/n.

and then a few days later, he'd subscribed to her only fans, which he never quite thought he'd do with anyone, but he couldn't help it. she was so enticing, so perfect and so alluring. it was the playfulness that pulled him in; and he swears he's never lusted after somebody like he has with her. it was kind of starting to freak him out.

"is that o-onlyfans?" bill says and richie shoves bill's nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. "fuck off, mushmouth."

bill laughs and stan and bev perk up from across the table, staring at the two, interests suddenly piqued. "did you subscribe to a girl's onlyfans, rich?" stan says with a grin, setting his pen down on his notebook.

richie just smirks and wiggles his brows a bit, enough to confirm his question. bill chuckles from next to richie.

"let me see." bev says, wiggling her manicured nails in a "gimme" motion. richie hands his phone over with red cheeks. normally he wouldn't care about his friends discovering he's paid money just to see a hot chick's bod, but this was different. for some reason, he felt connected to her. god, that thought made him want to slam his head against a brick wall. she doesn't even know him, for all he knows she could live in the middle of.... montana, or like, ohio.

bev whistles and stan nods, "if i looked like that," bev mumbles as she tosses richie's phone back towards him, "i'd do that too. mad props."

noises of agreement fill the table but richie's just looking at the small smirk that peeks from the corner of one of the photos and he can't help but wonder what her eyes are like in real life. he wishes he could meet her.

girl of your dreams, you know what i mean there's something 'bout her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don't mean

it's a cold day when bill and richie find themselves stumbling in to the coffee shop for a drink. bill's muttering about some girl in his creative writing class that gave him head when richie's eyes catch a figure so familiar yet foreign that he stops dead in his tracks. bill turns to him, face confused. "r-richie, what's wrong w-with you?"

richie shakes his head, stammering in disbelief, "that-that's her, bill. the girl, from onlyfans. y/n." he whispers, gesturing with his eyes towards the girl working the register.

bill’s jaw goes slack, green eyes raking over her form and igniting richie’s stomach with boiling rage. as if bill’s doing something that only richie is allowed to do – as if they're not both being total creeps.

“h-holy sh-shit. she’s b-beautiful.” bill mumbles. richie elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare that prompts an eye-roll from his auburn haired friend.

richie swallows and watches, his throat feeling like sandpaper as she laughs at something the customer in front of them said. bill nudges richie, "i-i'm gonna get a s-seat. t-talk to her."

he winks and grins as he walks away, leaving richie with his reckless self. he thinks he's sweating through his sweater as he walks up, finding himself face-to-face with her. "hi, how can i help you?" she asks, giving him a smile

holyshitholyshitholyshit.

he might've just came right then and there. okay, he's gotta say something cool, something smooth. don't be a dumbass, tozier.

"howdy, sugar. i'll have my coffee like i like my women." his mouth blurts as his brain sirens go off, PUT ON THE BRAKES, RICH – "a hot shock to the lap.”

she glares at him, cheeks light pink and eyebrows pulled together in annoyance and yep, richie's probably going to get hard because of that look but he's also probably going to toss his body off a bridge because what the fuck, tozier?

he can hear bill laughing quietly from a ways away and he quickly shakes his head, muttering quietly, "jail. jail, richard."

"funny." she deadpans, clearly not amused. because of course she isn't.

"sorry, i'll have a black coffee, y/n." he mutters, eyes widening to himself when he realizes she was not wearing a goddamn name tag and he just said her name.

this is a disaster. she gives him a bewildered, slightly creeped out look and if richie wasn't panicking, he'd gape at how she still managed to be effortlessly gorgeous even now.

he sighs, shaking his head, the door of the cafe opening and blowing a gust of frigid air through the warm room. fitting - douche chill.

"look, toots, i don't want this to be weird. i- um, i recognize you." he says, cheeks aflame. she raises a brow, face straight for a few moments, unsure what he means.

it's not long after when recognition flashes over her own face - must have ruled out coffee shop, university and her local gym - and she nods with a tight, almost uncomfortable smile.

he tries not to think of the livestream he watched last night where she showed all her new gifts and modeled lingerie, and how he’d spent his time to himself with his left hand immediately after watching. his cheeks are red with shame.

"okay." is all she says, writing down a scribbled order on the coffee cup. her eyes shoot back up and give richie a once-over that really makes his fingers itch - god, why did he have to be this way?

he almost runs his fingers through his curls but decides against it, eyes opting to focus on her own gorgeous eyes as they meet him. "i'm impressed i have a fan who looks like you, i must say. even if you are a complete jack ass." she purrs and his jaw nearly smacks the floor at its velocity as it flies open.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks then with a small grin, flattered at the tiniest of compliments that just barely, in his mind, eclipsed the insult that he so very much deserved.

"i'm saying you're kind of a dick. it's too bad, because you're real cute." she says casually, handing him his change. his stomach flips and butterflies release in his chest, a feeling that he's not felt in almost five years.

but damn, of course he messed up - he got the chance to talk to the hottest girl on earth and he started it by saying an awful joke that wasn't funny at all. of course she though he was a dick, he is one.

he's shocked, though, as he waits for his coffee with bill, who is still snickering into his hand every few moments, to find his coffee cup with extra sharpie scribbled on the white paper. a name.

y/n. and below it is a phone number with a small heart scribbled, and richie can't tell if it's a seven or a one but he figures he'd try every phone number in the damn state if it meant he could fucking text her. holy fuck.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking if you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

he didn't text her for two days and three hours. yes, he counted it. no, he won't think about why he was obsessing over the numbers - but since the time he'd finally had found the courage to text her today, things have escalated proficiently.

she'd just mentioned how hot it was in her apartment since her heater had gone haywire - even though the winter winds were cold, she'd claimed she was burning up in what she was wearing.

and the mere mention of her clothing had sent richie into somewhat of a spiral, spending at least seven minutes glued to his phone and scrolling through the saved album he had of those photos of her that she'd posted; his sweatpants getting increasingly tight and his palm suddenly aching to slip through the fabric and find some release.

but, in true trashmouth fashion, he apparently needed that sweet, sweet rejection from a hot cam girl he'd somehow weaseled into getting the number of in order to wank off properly, so he types out a text and hits send immediately.

what are you wearing?

and then he almost vomits in embarrassment – what was she going to think? did he just royally fuck up? oh god, he’s going to have to shave his head and move to canada.

his phone buzzes and he nearly passes out when he lays his eyes upon the image attached – there her body is again, curvy and full and beautiful, her skin glowing in the fading light of what he assumes is her bedroom. and with it:

this. what are you wearing, rich?

and then he pulls his gaze from his phone and stands, breathing heavily because holy shit.

he's gotten nudes before, but.... none from someone like her. holy shit.

he walks to his bathroom, splashing water on his beet-red cheeks. he swallows, staring at himself in the mirror. fuck.

he slaps his cheek once, then winking at himself in attempt to muster any sliver of confidence. and then he snaps a picture, only in his boxers.

and then he has to physically refrain from making a joke about wearing the same lingerie set as her, instead sending a flirty text that he knows any other woman would blush at. he just doesn’t know with y/n, and maybe that’s why he loves it so much. she's keeping him on his toes.

you like what you see?

he sends that one afterwards, shaking his head because oh my god, she's going to respond with "no" and then bill him $40 for the nude she sent him. not that he wouldn't pay, but...

his phone dings and he nearly breaks an ankle running to his desk.

yeah, i do. but maybe i'd like you better without any clothes on.

he almost yells out loud at this, but he has a feeling that waking up stan in the middle of the night would not be optimal after their 'roommate agreement' they'd made that explicitly states richie cannot scream between 1am - 9am. so instead he smirks to himself, face turning red.

he's getting harder by the moment, and as he stares at that picture she'd sent earlier, he lets out a breathy groan. the lace....

we could face time yk

or we don't have to.

he reads her words in live time, watching the thought bubble appear again and watching it like a hawk. he can just imagine her sitting there with a small smirk as another text comes in and he almost groans as his dick twitches.

like, if you're too shy or something ;)

he stares at the screen for two seconds at that sinful photo she'd sent just before those texts and then sighs, shaking his head and pressing the green face-time call button.

i've been wearing nothing every time i call you and i'm starting to feel weird about it sometimes it's better if you think about it this time, i think i'm gonna drink through it

three days later, richie was undeniably and unequivocally drunk. but, as he's just explained about three times to mike, he knows that it is just easier to not think right, especially about her, right now - and the best way to do that is by getting so piss drunk that even if he tried to "hit her line," as he so eloquently put it, his dick would be too whiskey'd out to make a full appearance.

it's for the best. mike had fake gagged at richie’s cadence with a laugh, but richie was dead serious because he was starting to think he had a real issue.

it was obviously just a fun thing to do between two near-strangers, but he'd found that he was starting to almost pavlov-style condition himself into getting turned on every time the name y/n came across his recent texts or face times, and it was getting to be too much.

especially when her post notification popped up and he cracked a fatty in the middle of his econ lecture. christ, the point of elasticity of markers in the u.s. was not something he pictured when he usually had to quell a pitch in his tent. so yeah, it's too much.

because yes, he loves her fucking body and wants nothing more than her, but in truth he longs for the feeling of her skin against his; to touch her, to kiss her, to make her his. all the time.

but yet, it was just a good way to get off without all the strings and ribbons and yarn and whatever the fuck her soft-looking knit bra is made from attached.

so much for not thinking about her.

but i see her online (and don't think that i should be calling) all the time (i just wanted a happy ending) and i'm pretending i don't care about her stare while she's giving me a tough time

it’s noon the next day and he's laying in (for some reason) stan's bed instead of his own with a blinding, mind-splitting headache and an insatiable craving for a cheeseburger, eyes squinting in lust and something akin to shame as he watches the livestream y/n had just started. she’s in a slip – a very thin, silk and see through slip and it makes him more frustrated than he’s willing to admit.

as he stares at her smooth skin and wonders how it'd be to touch it all, her eyes catch something in the chat and she smiles coyly. "hi, rich." she purrs and richie almost chokes - holy shit, she saw him join.

"do you like my gift i just got?" she asks coyly, snapping the straps of her bra with a small smile and he stiffens almost instantly, thinking of how many times he'd seen her skin in videos and photos that were just for him.

how she'd moaned his name two nights ago on face time, her fingers buried inside herself slightly off-camera. and oh, how he wishes he could see all of her, but they'd not crossed that line yet - anything they'd done hadn't been yet proven visually, only from facial expressions, noises, and the brutal honestly of being together through face time.

he wants her so fucking bad, he needs her like he needs water to drink and air to breathe and it's murdering him as he watches her react to the chat of her livestream, playing with the hem of her black lace panties.

god, he needs a cold shower or something if he's going to get anything done today.

and then he's calling her an a few hours after her stream ends because he just can't wait - he feels his stomach twist with shame as he realizes he should not be doing such a certainly a terrible idea. but she answers after three rings. "richie." her siren voice purrs and he literally feels himself fall deeper into the pit.

"hi there, toots. got any coffee in the pot for me?" he asks, sounding surprisingly eloquent compared to how she normally makes him feel.

she hums in fake thought, and it makes richie grin. she's fucking adorable. "come to the shop, i have my break in ten." and then she hangs up. he sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he shakes his head. he's utterly fucked.

he's there in record time, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks in and sees her sitting at a table, lookin' all pretty. just for him.

"what made you think of calling?" she says in loo of a greeting. he sits across from her and wills his eyes to meet hers. "nothin' toots." he says with a half shrug, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him that has the the name 'dick' written on it in her handwriting. he rolls his eyes affectionately.

"oh, so it wasn't anything to do with my livestream this morning?" she asks with a look, eyeing him. her eyes are swimmable, they hold so many stories and secrets and maybe richie's just hungover, but he's feeling very flustered.

"we-w, uh, no. what... what are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes at himself inwardly, cursing stuttering bill and his contagious speech patterns. "-i don't know what you're talking about, sugar." he recovers fairly smoothly, if he may toot his own horn. and honestly, he can pretend not to care as long as he doesn't look into that goddamn stare of hers.

he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks aflame as she stares at him with a bored look and a small hum. she still looks perfect and he's even more nervous now, because oh god, oh fuck, he's gonna get slapped in the face by y/n.

it was pretty unspoken since they'd started doing... stuff... that richie probably still watched her content online, but she'd never fully addressed it until today during the livestream in front of a thousand others.

he's choking on his spit in shame but then a smile splits her face and richie's sure he's suffocated on his own saliva and gone to a sinner's heaven. or maybe hell.

"oh, richie, i'm just teasing you. look at your face!" she says with an airy laugh, pinching his cheeks and making him want to shrivel up as he turns even redder. what the fuck? "-so cute. alright, i've got to get back to work. i'll see you around, rich." she says with a wink, taking her coffee and tossing it into the trash bin as she stalks towards the employee back room.

he gapes as he watches her leave and then gets up and makes his way to the exit, clutching the coffee like it was trying to jump out of his grasp and make a run for it. god, she's too much.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

"-babe, you'll have to try harder than that." richie says with a chuckle, watching his phone screen as the beautiful girl on face time gives him a sly, challenging look. she's in a green lace bra, one richie's not seen yet and he can feel himself stiffen as she absently trails her fingers over her chest.

they'd been much closer over the last week since he last saw her in person, enough so that in the three-is weeks of knowing her, he's positive he's head over ass for her in a way that he shouldn't be. and yet, she still comes back every time, still texts him and answers those face time calls. he's baffled, honestly.

"i know you hate me because i'm right." he adds, not even totally remembering what point he's trying to prove as y/n shifts back a bit and more of her body is revealed, her hair glowing dimly in the soft lighting of her room. his eyes run over her curves, her full thighs and stomach and hips that fill over her panties and he almost groans.

"whatever, maybe i'd like you better if you took off your clothes." she says coyly. and richie's half flattered, as usual, but the more he thinks of it the more deflated he feels. he kind of thought they were growing something more than just getting each other off over face time like horny fifteen year olds. he grins nonetheless.

"you say that a lot, you know." richie says breathlessly as he stares at her. she tilts her head ever so slightly and grins, biting her lip as her eyes move around her screen with a conflicted look. "-why?" he adds.

she hums again.

"well. okay, so there's the visual world - like, the internet, onlyfans, instagram- it tells us that everything is amazing. and we should want everything. and it makes us yearn for everything that we don’t have and everything that’s unobtainable. you know, love, a relationship beyond physical. and even physical, it's different when it's online."

her words confuse him much more than they aid him. "you think... that because of the internet, love is unattainable?" he asks with furrowed brows, unsure how somebody so perfect and, quite frankly, lovable, would think that.

"it is for me." she says it with a small sense of forlorning but mostly it's whispered. enough that richie's heart skips a beat and he's, for the first time, not having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face instead of her body.

"what?" he asks dumbly. she just laughs, shaking her head and he stares at her on his tiny phone screen in the dark.

"that’s something that, you know. in real life, person to person, it has a lot of connotations of... trust and vulnerability and connection. doing what i do- and what we're doing… on the internet - it has the opposite of those connotations. like, before you, i didn't- i didn't really do this, i just was selling stuff. because guys don't want to fuck the girl who sells her body online. and you know now, i want to..." she trails off and richie doesn't dare interrupt her because he thinks she's about to say something he's wanted to tell her for a while now.

"i don't know, i guess. exploring someone's body in physical presence isn't seen at all as voyeuristic, or anything apart from...like, an intimate exchange." she says it casually, brushing hair from her face and shit, richie's swooning. he's in fucking love, he knows it, because y/n is so smart and intelligent and he's so fucking trashed for her. as she speaks, her hands move and distract him slightly from her body, doused in blue light from the screen and splayed out for him and only him on her phone camera.

the soft lace on her hips and chest make his body stiffen and it causes him to suppress a groan as she sighs, but richie knows he can’t screenshot this heavenly sight because she’ll definitely notice and she can probably already tell he’s having a hard time not staring at her alluring figure as she talks.

"-whereas, you know. as soon as it happens on the internet, it becomes kinky and cam-girly. and, you know, that's fine. i love doing it. it's just, i'm not sure where the authentic communication even is now. or if i get to have a happy ending." she says and he finally sees her blush for the first time.

he wishes he was there with her, he wishes that he could touch the redness on her cheeks and caress her curvy body and taste her skin on his tongue. he wants to feel himself inside her, he wants to be with her and kiss her lips and yet he can't, so he sighs and shifts in his position, moving to turn up the brightness of his phone so he can see better.

"shouldn't you get to be the one to decide that, doll?" is all he adds. because he feels kind of lost and just as confused as y/n is with this.

he's starting to feel weird about it, because... is this authentic? what makes things like hookups or whatever the hell they've been doing authentic? shouldn't this be easy? it's just phone sex, phone sex with a really hot girl.

a girl who is complex and alive and full of sincerity and richie is definitely falling harder than he should.

she just sighs but makes no other comment. and then they just stare at each other, richie's face illuminated in his dark room by the phone's reflection.

well, i found a motel it looked like the bins i think there'd been a murder so we couldn't get in i need to get back i've gotta see the girl on the screen

"come over and watch a movie with me." he says into the phone, biting his lip. the silence from the other end of the line is deafening as she makes her decision, because they both know she's not about to come over just to watch the shining or psycho.

they've never done that before, and richie knows if she does come over, then whatever they have will crash down in a fiery mess. and he hates how excited that makes him as he waits in silence for her to drop the ball. so to speak.

"okay." she says, sounding shocked herself, and richie can't contain the excited grin from eclipsing his face. "yeah?" he asks breathlessly, and she's quiet for a little longer. "yeah. text me your address."

she hangs up after that, and richie's thumbs shake as he types his address and sprints out to where stan, mike, ben, and bill are playing video games in he and stan's living room, wheezing at all of them to get out because someone fucking unbelievable is about to walk through that door.

she's there about an hour later, cheeks flushed when richie opens his door, looking just as nervous and flustered. "hi, chee." she says breathlessly, staring up at him with those goddamn eyes, the eyes that pulled him in the first time. his stomach flips in affection at her nickname and he offers her a drink as she takes in his shitty apartment. he wonders briefly if stan ended up buying that rosé that he'd given him shit for considering, and then prays that stan will stay the night elsewhere.

she's already pouring out glasses of wine when he snaps back to reality, and he grins at her, mumbling in thanks as she passes him a glass that's certainly poured almost to the brim.

"what are we watching, then?" she asks coyly, lifting a brow at him. his cheeks are red, but he tugs her arm down the hall towards his room with a grin, their wine sloshing from their glasses as they move erratically.

"we're watching psycho, y/n/n." he says as he pulls her into his room, glancing back to see she's already swallowed down almost half her glass, a lipstick stain on the side of it. faintly he knows stan will be frustrated if richie doesn't clean that off, but he's more distracted by her lips.

"i like psycho." she says with a nod and a cheeky grin, "the whole 'voyeuristic gaze' thing with hitchcock." she mumbles, and richie recalls faintly learning about that in one of his film classes freshman year and he grins as he takes a hefty gulp of his rosé, figuring he's already given himself away and if she's going to do that, he can too.

he hums, setting down his glass and grabbing hers to set it besides his on the bedside table. he turns around, intending on grabbing his laptop so they could watch the film, but she's so much closer that he'd expected and her hands fall onto his shoulders and he almost shits himself.

unpleasant, but honest. just richie's style.

"can i try something?" she asks with a grin, and richie nods, knowing that she could do anything to him and he'd gladly let it happen and most likely pay out of pocket for the damages afterwards.

and then she's pulling him from her grip on his shoulders, her lips sliding against his and making him grip her hips. his mind almost explodes at with y/n-sensory-overload because he feels her everywhere - on his lips, against his hands, on his shoulders, and pressing against his front.

her lips taste like chamomile and rosé.

she thinks his lips taste like vanilla and cigarette smoke, just as she'd always imagined. he feels so real, pressed against her lips and his body against hers, and she sighs as her tongue slips into his mouth because god, she's needed him for so long. and now she has him.

his hands move, touching every inch of her as their tongues fight for dominance. she pulls back, smirking as she gently pushes him onto his mattress, sliding onto his lap smoothly afterwards, grinding her hips against his slowly.

the moan he emits is heavenly and she could cry because she finally gets to hear it in person and not through the crackling static frequency of the phone.

so she grinds down on him again, eager to feel all of him. he's hardening against her core and she whimpers into his mouth in need as his fingers slip under her top, rubbing circles on her bare skin and making her shiver. she's noticed to this gentleness; it was rare when she did get to enjoy the comfort of another body with her own, and when she did they were hardly half as loving or caring as him.

she's desperate now, she needs to feel him inside her after all these weeks of teasing and waiting, so her hand snakes down to palm him through his sweats. he lets out a small groan into her mouth, biting her lip as he pulls back slightly. their eyes meet and his are hooded with lust, lips parted as she pumps him slowly from outside his sweats. his hips buck up lightly into her palm and she smiles gently, kissing him slowly.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." he mutters, eyes pleading as he stares up at her. her stomach flutters with butterflies and she nods, shocked that he wants to pleasure her.

he gently pulls her off his lap until she's laying on his mattress and he stares down at her, biting his lip as he takes her in. he can't fucking believe she's really here. she slowly pulls off her top, leaving her in her bra and jeans as she stares up at him with a wry, seductive smile. then she unzips her jeans and slides them off, leaving her in his favorite set of hers - black, lacy, and revealing. she looks utterly stunning and he groans, his hands falling to run over the skin, tracing the lace on her breasts. her cheeks are red as she gazes up at him.

"touch me, richie." she orders and he almost groans as he drags his lips over the valley of her breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and admiring the splashes of budding purple and pink that he's created. her heartbeat is quick under his fingertips and he moves to unclip her bra, kissing her skin as the fabric falls away.

she's slightly cold in his room, and goosebumps appear over her flesh as richie leans to catch a nipple in her mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. she lets out a quiet whine that has richie rutting into the mattress next to her, his fingers trailing down to dance at the waistline of her underwear.

and then he's pulling aside her panties, his fingers running up and down her slick folds and making her jump in lust. he can't wait, just like her, and he's rubbing her clit teasingly as she pleads, "chee, please." her eyes are eyes closed in bliss as his finger slips inside her, crooking slightly as he moves it. he presses his lips to the skin of her breast, pumping his finger and then soon adding another, crooking them both in a way that makes her let out guttural moans of pleasure. he marks her breasts with littered pink and red marks, smiling to himself at her figure.

she can't help but swoon as she watches him, his hair in his face slightly until she brushes it back, his fingers curling inside her and making her gasp, pleasure coursing through her body. his thumb softly comes up to rub her neglected clit and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, the pleasure almost too much.

she's honestly slightly shocked - knowing richie as little as she really does outside of the literal booty calls at two in the morning and the accumulative forty five minutes they'd spent in person, she'd expected him to be... well, good. just good. because there's no way someone so funny, caring, and smart could also be that good in the sheets.

but right now, he's making her see goddamn stars.

"i've been wanting to touch you for so long, sugar." he mutters, eyes raking over her figure as her breath comes in stuttering gasps. she watches him with blown-wide eyes as his demeanor changes right before her, making her fall apart at his fingertips.

"that feel good, honey?" he asks, smirking as she whimpers, clenching around his fingers. "yes, god you feel so good." she utters, making him groan in approval from where he's sat back, watching her face contort in pleasure. she lets out another moan and richie stares at her body, watching his fingers as they fuck into her. he can't take it, then.

"will you sit on my face, doll?" he blurts, and she nearly yelps out as his fingers leave her. it's abrupt, but she's started to notice that this is how he operates - impulsivity is his second nature. and she loves it.

her face burns as she nods, the thought of richie under her making her whimper with anticipation. "yes, richie, please." she moans out again and he's grinning, laying back on the mattress with a wink. "c'mere, need to taste that pretty little pussy." he mutters and she feels herself clench around nothing, desperate for him as she swings a leg around to straddle his head.

immediately, his hands wrap around her thighs, thumbs smoothing over her stretch marks as he stares up at her, eyes glinting with desire. slowly, his finger pulls the seat of her lace panties to the side and his breath hits her bare, throbbing pussy, making her breath hitch. she cards her fingers through his hair and lowers herself slightly, gasping in shock as his tongue darts out to lick a bold stripe up from her entrance to her clit.

"chee," she moans out, tightening her grip in his hair and sending a groan through his body that reverberates and makes her shiver. his lips attach to her clit and fiery pleasure snakes through her body making her legs shake, a moan escaping her lips immediately. he sucks lightly before releasing to swirl his tongue, her moans making richie impossibly harder through his sweats.

"so good, rich." she mutters and he groans, tongue spreading her wet folds and slowly prodding at her entrance, dipping in slowly before pulling out, teasing her.

she can't help but grind down slightly, making richie grip her tightly, tongue sliding into her again and making her yelp. "you taste so good, baby." he mutters lowly before slowly reattaching himself to her heat, her eyes rolling slightly at the sensation as he fucks his tongue into her. one of his hands snakes up to her ass, gripping it tightly and then slapping it, the stinging pleasure making her buck her hips against him, emitting a hiss from her.

"rich, i-" she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, the pleasure from richie's mouth making it increasingly harder to speak. her toes curl and her head tilts back as his tongue flicks over her clit, teeth grazing it slightly and making her buck.

she's embarrassingly close already, and judging by the way richie's smirking under her, he can tell. "please, please." she mutters, hips rocking on him as his tongue swirls, nipping softly at her clit and making her cry out. "please, make me cum, 'chee." she mutters and his tongue moves quicker, hand slapping her ass again.

and then she's clenching her thighs on either side of him and grinding down as she hits her peak, moaning quietly as she shakes in pleasure on top of him. he rides through her high, lapping at her and pulling away with a grin as she moans his name dejectedly. she's worn out from the best orgasm she's ever had and he gently nudges her so he slides in between her thighs, her back now on the mattress. he kisses her cheek and she keens quietly.

"fuck me, richie." she mutters, eyes still closed. his eyes snap to hers, surprised at the dominance in her voice after how she was two seconds ago.

he moans quietly, kissing her deeply as he ruts against her and relishes in the feeling. he's pulling off his sweats and boxers in record time and then he's pumping himself as he grips her hips, turning her so she's on her stomach, ass propped up slightly. his hand runs over the smooth skin of her ass, snapping the elastic of her panties and making her moan quietly.

then he's lining up her hips with his, pulling aside the lacy seat of her underwear to press against her entrance. he waits a moment as he leans to press a soft kiss to her spine, slowly easing into her. she moans loudly as he eases in, her face pressing against the pillows. she smiles as she smells the scent she'd just recently come to know as his, his cock stretching her and filling her up fully as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"so tight, sugar." he mutters and she whimpers, getting antsy as she adjusts to his size. "richie, please, need it so bad." she mutters, bucking her hips back against him in need.

"say that again." he mutters, sounding strangled, and she grins into the sheets. "please fuck me, richie. need it so bad, need to feel you ruin me." she whimpers, chest fluttering in anticipation. his hands grip her hips as he pulls out of her slowly, almost as slowly as he entered, before stopping almost all the way out. she moans loudly in pleasure as he pushes back in, snapping his hips against hers and filling her completely.

she briefly thanks god that his roommate seemed to be out for the night as she moans his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

he sets a brutal pace, his cock thick as it fills her up and makes her toes curl. he pushes her hair away from her neck and presses kisses to it as he hits a spot inside her that makes her scream his name. his fingers move to pinch her nipples, rolling them as he fucks into her.

she's completely blissed out at the feeling of him inside her, so glad that he invited her over and that they finally get to touch each other. "rich, oh my god." she emits, eyes squinted shut in complete pleasure.

"fuck, toots, takin' me so well, aren't you?" he asks, hands kneading her ass before slapping her right ass cheek harshly, making her arch her back. at the new angle they both let out a groan and richie knows he'll fucking cum too soon if they stay like this, so without warning he pulls out completely.

y/n whines, breathing heavily as his hands come to flip her around. now on her back, they make eye contact and she bites her lip, pulling him in for a searing kiss that knocks the wind out of both of them. images of richie in his room alone, snaps and late-night face times play through her mind as he grips her and slides her hips down towards him on the mattress and lines himself to her again, pulling her legs up so they're against his chest before pushing in.

he gives no time to adjust to this angle and it makes her moan loudly as he hits a spot deep inside her that pulls her closer and closer to her second orgasm.

his name leaves her cherry lips like a mantra and he can't stop staring at her as he fucks her into the mattress - the way her tits bounce with his brutal pace, the way her face is twisted in pleasure, the way she clenches and spasms around his cock.

one hand grips her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses her again, addicted to her taste as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.

"chee, fuck, right there." she moans out and he groans in pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him making his hips stutter. he keeps his thrusts up, though, as her fingernails rake down his back leaving small trails of burning pleasure in their wake.

her skin is covered with a sheen line of sweat as she looks up at him, hair wild and lips kiss-bruised. "god, don't stop, 'm gonna cum." she mutters and he snaps his hips harder, eager to make her cum so hard all she can think of is his name.

he moves a hand down to rub at her clit and he moans into her neck as she clenches hard around him, her hips bucking spastically. he can tell she's about to cum, and after a hard thrust, she does for the second time, spasming around him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. she's moaning his name, pulling him closer in bliss as she becomes sensitive and god damn it, she's so fucking beautiful.

"please cum, richie." she whispers against his lips, "please." and then at her will, he's spilling into her, hips stuttering as he pushes as deep into her as he can, loving how she clenches in sensitivity around him. he stays inside her for a moment as they breathe, coming down from their highs and eyes closed as they take in what just happened.

"holy shit." he says because yeah, that's like all he can say right now because he just got to fuck y/n and she's kissing his fucking collarbones right now and its making him blush and his heart flutter.

"that was...incredible." she whispers against his skin and he can feel her smile against his skin. it makes him feel all soft inside as he pulls out of her and flops next to her, kissing her forehead.

his fingers flutter over her sensitive core, smiling as he sees how wrecked she is, some cum dripping down her leg. he then soothes over the lace panties, patting her lightly and kissing her red cheek.

"rich?" she asks, making him look up at her. he hums in question, pushing some of her hair back. "can we still watch the movie?"

his heart swells and he grins, kissing her softly. "of course, doll. you're too cute." he says with a wink, making her roll her eyes. he hands her his shirt and then pulls sweats on himself, mumbling "stay here" and padding out to the kitchen to get her water and snacks, then returning minutes later to see her holding his phone in her clutch with a smirk.

"what're you doing?" he asks with a smile, but she shakes her head, making grabby hands for him and the snacks. so he laughs, cuddling up with the girl of his dreams and watching a flick, falling sleep with tangled limbs and a lipstick-stained neck.

and after she leaves the next morning with a kiss and a wink, he checks his phone and smirks to himself as he notices the lock screen she'd apparently made last night while he was making snacks.

a photo of her in his bed, wearing his shirt, a soft smirk on her face, neck littered in budding hickeys and a hand between her thighs next to her black lace panties.

god, she's going to be the absolute death of him.

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one-abuse-survivor · 3 years

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hiya, it's me, the milky way

i just read your last response, bc tumblr seems to have eaten the notif, or it got lost when switching phones (yep, i finally got a new phone :D) thanks so much for the reassuring words; even tho i know my mom is just spewing bs, it's hard to solidly believe that, so thanks for confirming that.

a few days ago i talked to my dad (he was even less helpful than my mom) and he's basically putting all of my issues on "puberty" and "hormones" so i obviously asked how to do it better anyway and he said something along the lines of "you'll grow out of it" or "you'll just have to wait it out" so i was like "ok, sure" but he still expects me to do better right now,which just doesn't make sense. it sucks a lot to have my dad constantly blaming everything on puberty and hormones and expecting me to be better right now even though there is nothing i can do against puberty and hormones.

also there's this thing where my dad makes lots and lots of comments and jokes on other peoples costs and most of them aren't even funny and both me and my mom tell him to stop but he still doesn't. also he often calls me nicknames or pet names and i hate it but he doesn't stop even if i tell him to (he usually just laughs it off) and i though about just straight up telling him how much it hurts everytime he does it but i haven't yet gotten to do that.

another thing that just happened today was that my brother broke up with his gf and my parents were like "we saw that coming" and when i asked them how/why, they said something about having noticed changes in my brother's mood and behavior and like, that hurt because for some reason they can pick apart every little change in my brother but my issues just don't exist. i really feel like my parents aren't just subconsciously avoiding my problems but more purposefully ignoring them. and that just fills me with an entire wildfire of rage and anger towards them

yeah, anyways, thanks for making the tumblr search be able to find all the posts, thanks for doing what you do, i hope you're having a great summer so far. for me it's been rain for the most part.

it's the milky way :)

nothing really changed since the last ask i sent (i believe i sent another one at some point but it might've gotten eaten by tumblr)

but school started again this week and i hate it so so much, there's just so many people everywhere and our timetable is not very well thought out and annoying (lots and lots of walking between classes, even in the short breaks)

i like to think i'm coping well because i have not yet missed any homework and i think my sleep schedule isn't as bad as last year (around 7.5 hours of sleep per night) but i had nightmares in the last 3 nights which kinda ruined them, which makes it so i actually enjoy getting less sleep without nightmares over this.

i also found out that my brother has a therapist (kinda? idk exactly how it works but there is someone getting paid to help him through stuff) and he takes ritalin because he often can't concentrate. so i've come to the conclusion that apparently his struggles are real and he's getting helped while my struggles are not real and i should deal with my shit alone because i've got good grades.

fml i guess

also i'm terrified of relapsing and this year going as sour as last year so there's that

and i got my mom to admit that going to a family counselor would definitely not be a bad idea altho she hasn't done anything about it

hope your day is going great :D

also ps: did you get my last ask or was that really just tumblr eating it?

Hi again!

You're welcome for the reassuring words! I hope you got to enjoy the sun this summer in the end. I've been in a less-than-great mental space all summer, but at least I got to go to the beach often, haha. Also, I'm glad you have a phone again :D

You're right that what your dad says doesn't make any sense—he can't simultaneously tell you you have to grow out of your current struggles because they're all due to teenage hormones and that you should be able to change at will from one second to the next. Yeah, hormones do have a big impact on our emotions, but that doesn't mean your parents shouldn't be helping you navigate your current struggles. The way you feel right now is important to you right now, and that should be reason enough for them to take you seriously. They should be using this opportunity to teach you how to best take care of yourself and to help you solve problems that could still affect you in the future otherwise. Instead, they're choosing to neglect your needs and blame you for struggling with things they can't bother to help you manage.

I think you have every right to be angry that they noticed the changes in your brother's mood and that he's getting proper help while you're being ignored and gaslit about your issues. What they're doing to you is unfair and neglectful and abusive, and you deserve so, so much better than this.

Sorry to hear school has been so overwhelming and you've been having nightmares :( getting a good night's sleep can make all the difference in how you handle everything that goes in in your life, and it really sucks when nightmares interfere with your sleep like that. I hope they get better when you settle into the school routine!

I also really hope your mom goes through with the family counselor idea, and that things go well if she does. And if you talk to your dad about how his nicknames make you feel, I hope that goes well too!

Please know it's not your fault if you do end up relapsing this year. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, please be gentle with yourself. You're going through a lot right now. It's okay to not be able to handle it all without help, and while your parents ignore, blame and gaslight you. You're doing the best you can given the circumstances, and you deserve to give yourself all the credit for that.

Sending all my support your way ❤️

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Imprisoned - Series

Chapter I

Story Rating: 14+

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language

Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Author’s Note: Not sure if I should make this a series, this is basically a daughter and dad situation. I DO NOT know what happens in DEFENDING JACOB. So don’t think I know it if I get these episodes correct. (Which I won’t)

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII

Spoiler free but will soon be spoiler alerts!

The song that reminds me about the readers character is Fitzpleasure by Alt-J Idk why

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Going over the papers once again. This stress is getting to his head. Shoving the papers off to the side, he sighs. Needing to move on to some other case than that. His phone buzzes on the desk and he sees his wife’s name pop up. Taking the energy to take his phone, he looks at her message.

You busy?

He types in his phone with ‘a little bit’. He was curious was she needed so he replied with a ‘why?’.

Your daughter needs a ride.

The man looks at the time on his desk. It was 10 minutes after their last bell. He texts her back and picks up the papers, organizing them a little bit before grabbing his bag.

He walks out of his office and heads out, “Mr. Barber, you’re heading out?” The woman asks. The man turns around, “I gotta pick up my daughter. I’ll sure be back. If someone calls in for me, tell them to call me back.”

The woman nods, “All right. See ya, Mr. Barber.”

The man nods with a grin and pushes out the doors. He gets into his car and pulls out of the parking lot. He pulls out his phone and sees his daughter’s text.

I’m at the park :)

He drops his phone into the cup holder and drives towards the school. The students continuing to leave the building as he keeps driving up the street towards the park. The park he would take her sometimes as a little kid. There was a forest near that park and she would go back there and find some cool sticks she would bring home and play as if she was a knight in their backyard.

He sees the park come into view and two girls on the swings. He pulls up to the sidewalk and rolls his window down.

The two girls laughed as they swung back and forth. He smiled at them and a few seconds later, one of the girls brought their attention to him. “Oh, he’s here!” The girl says, she hops off the swing and grabs her bag.

Her friend follows her as they rushed up to the car. “Hey, dad!” The girl says, the man smiles at her. “Hey, champ.”

The girl grips on her backpack, “Is it okay if we take Alice to her mom’s house?” The girl asked. The dark-haired girl peaks over the other, “I’m sorry, Mr. Barber. It’s just my dad isn’t getting off work for another 3 hours and my mom is stuck at the store.” The man nods.

“Sure, I’m happy to drive you home. Hop in girls,” He says.

The girl smiles, “Thanks, dad.” The girl lets Alice hop in first and scoots over to the other side as the h/c girl sits next to her. “How was school?” The man asked.

“It was good. How was work?” His daughter asked.

He placed his hand on top of the wheel, glancing in the rear mirror to see them buckle their seat belts. “It was good. Your mother texted me to get you, so I might have to return back to work.”

“That’s okay. Mom was asking me to help her with some things around the house. We can finish the show tomorrow,” She says.

“That’s right, we’re both off. Spring break, right?” He asked.

“Yep,” She says. He grins and drives away from the park. He hears the two chatter in the back, laughing and pointing at their phones of funny or cute things on their devices. He tilts his head to the side to relief the pain in his neck. “How was practice, Y/N?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh, it was raining a little bit so the field was a bit too wet to play,” He looks back at his daughter Y/N who was rolling the soccer ball in her lap as she glanced at Alice’s phone. The two continued to laugh and chatter as he gotten closer to Alice’s neighborhood.

He pulls up to the light blue house and stops right behind her mother’s second car that was a dark van. “All right, Alice. It was nice seeing you again,” He says.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Bye, Alice,” Y/N says, Alice grabs her bag and waves. “Bye!” She closes the door and she heads into her home, unlocking it herself and heads in. Y/N throws her backpack into the front and slides between the two front seats and sits in the passengers side.

“You got to stop doing that, Y/N.”

“What?” She smiles. He grins at her, “You’re too old now.”

“Says the old man, himself,” Y/N says, he shakes his head and pulls out of Alice’s neighborhood. “Did you get your test today?” He asked. Y/N shook her head, “No. Mrs. Lim wasn’t there today. Apparently, she left for her trip to Tokyo.”

“Tokyo? What’s over there?”

“Her family. Her mother’s birthday was coming up in a few days,” Y/N says, he hums, “And how do you know that?” He asked. Y/N looks at him, “Because me and Mrs. Lim always hang out during lunch! She likes me and Alice in the class.”

He nods, “All right, all right. What about that one kid? What’s his name again?”

“Henry?”

“Yeah, how’s his mom doing at the department? I haven’t seen her since the last pot luck,” He says, Y/N nods her head this time. “She’s good. His dad has to pick him up more because his mom is always taking late night shifts from 3 to 12.”

“Really? Nine hours of work?” He asked, Y/N nods, “It’s police work, you know?” His daughter was a student in Archer Middle. Top student and she has a big dream ahead of her. She wanted to be like her dad. A district attorney. He let her follow that and even filled her in with some of his cases he had been working on.

They were getting closer to the end of the school year and were glad to get it done. Y/N was their only child and couldn’t ask for a better daughter. She was kind, energetic and a good sense of humor.

He reached their house and stopped in front of the driveway, spotting his wife’s car. “You got yourself from here?” He asked, Y/N digs into her bag, “Yep!”

She pulls out her keys, “Thanks, dad.” She leans over and kisses his cheek. He smiled at her, “You behave yourself till I get back,” He says. She steps out and leans in to look at him.

“I will. Love you!” She closes the door and walks around to go up their lawn. “Love you too!” He shouts back, he sees the front door open to his wife and she kisses Y/N’s head before heading down over to him.

His wife smiles at him and leans into his window, kissing him. “What’s going on?” She asked.

“I still got stuff to do, I’ll try and make it for dinner.”

“Andy...” She says, he grins, “I’ll be here in time for dinner, I promise,” He says. Laurie gives him a nod and pulls away, “You should not work too hard, your daughter is insisting on finishing that show.” He slightly laughs, Y/N was into her crime drama shows.

“I’ll try not to.” She gives him a soft smile and walks back into the house. He rolls his window back up and drives off. His hand on top of the wheel, he drives back to his office.

Y/N drops her bag next to her desk and plops onto her bed with her phone in hand. Without knowing, something jumps on the bed and licks her face. “Aye! Milo!” Y/N says. She tries to push her Pointer hound who wagged his tail furiously.

Milo was from Andy’s friends a while back, the dog was a well-trained hunter and he needed a home.

Andy got the dog for Y/N and they became best buddies. Y/N watched as Milo sprawls out on her bed and begs for a belly rub. Y/N smiles and rubs his belly. “Y/N, sweetheart! Can you help me with the dishes?” Her mother calls.

“Coming! Come on, bubs,” She jumps up with her dog and they rush into the kitchen.

It was past 9 at night and Andy had returned. Opening his garage door, he parks his black small car into it. Closing the door afterwards, he walks into his home. The sound of the television going off and sound of the Live PD show played.

Andy walks into the kitchen to see his wife by the sink. Dropping his keys on the counter, that got his wife’s attention. “Hey,” He kisses her and turns to the table to see a plate that hadn’t been washed yet. It might’ve been Y/N’s.

He sighs, knowing he had missed dinner. Laurie scrubs the dishes as he looks at her, “I’m sorry, I tried to get as much done.”

“She’s more upset than I am,” Laurie said, Andy looks over to the living room and walks in the dark room only lit by the huge screen TV.

He walks around the couch to see Y/N and Milo spooning. Her eyes were closed as Andy kneels in front of her view of the TV. He gently pushes a strand behind her ear and that made her open her eyes up.

“Hey...” He says, softly, Y/N doesn’t say anything and closes her eyes again. He pierced his lips, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I tried to.” She doesn’t reply and he reaches over to pet Milo.

Sighing, he stands up and walks back into the kitchen. Laurie looks over her shoulder, “You hungry?” She asked. He shakes his head, “I’m okay. Thank you.” She grabs the plate off the table and brings it to the sink.

Scrubbing off the food, Andy walks away and tugs his jacket off his shoulders, throwing it in his bedroom on the chair. Pulling his tie off, he unbuttons his shirt and heads over to the drawer. He tossed his shirt and tie in the basket and grabbed a t-shirt. He slips that on and sits on the edge of his bed to take his dress shoes off.

Laurie came in and leaned on the door frame. “She still loves you.”

Andy slips out of his pants and throws them in the basket as well, “I know. But I just feel like a prick either way,” He says.

Laurie tilts her head, “Why do you think that?”

“A father should be there for their kid. She has games and everyone but me doesn’t go. I never went to one single game.”

“That doesn’t make you a bad parent, An,” She says, crossing her arms. He slips on sweats. “It makes me feel like one. The only thing we do is watch her favorite show and that’s it. I take her friend home and I don’t go out with you guys.”

“You don’t have to worry about us. We know you love us, but don’t let it get to you and make you feel like you can’t do much for us. We already know you are doing so much of it. We love you either way.” He sighs, dropping his head. Laurie comes over to the edge of the bed, pulling his head to her stomach.

Her hands caressing his head as he wraps his arms around her hips. Something they did when Laurie had a huge bump.

“Y/N loves you. She won’t ever hate you.”

“Ready?” Y/N asked, she holds the ball up to Milo, “Fetch!” She throws the ball out in the backyard and Milo runs after it. She watched as Milo jumps up and down at the ball’s movements before catching it into his mouth and returning it.

“Good boy!” She kneels down and takes the ball. “Wanna go again?” She shakes the ball in her hand, Milo barks. “Go get it!” She throws it and he runs off. Not knowing her father had walked out and watched her with a small grin.

Y/N knelt down for Milo but the hound runs past her and towards Andy. Begging Andy to throw it, he takes the ball. One swift throw, Milo runs for the ball across the backyard and Andy walks up to Y/N.

“Did you want to watch ‘Cage of the Past’?” He asked, the show was her favorite crime drama show on Netflix and they were on the third season out of eight. She gets the ball from Milo.

“Actually I was gonna ask if I can go to a party.”

“When? With who?” Andy asked. Y/N slightly shrugged, “Henry and Alice were gonna be there. It was at a girl’s house, named Emily. It’s her birthday,” Y/N said. Andy knew having his daughter out a lot, it worried him. He would have to make sure she had a ride home.

“Who’s gonna take you home?” He asked. “Alice’s dad was gonna take me home. I told them they can bring me back around nine.” Andy thought about this hard enough. Ride was given. Phone? Clothing? Right, what she said. Time.

“You promise to be back by 9?” He asked, Y/N nods. He sighs, “Okay. I trust you. You stay at that house.”

Y/N nods once again, “I’ll text you when we’re heading back over.” He nods at her and she throws the ball out to the yard one last time.

“You’re letting her go out to a party?” Laurie asked, she turns to lean on the counter, facing Andy. “It’s just a birthday party. Alice and Y/N were gonna come back after it ends.”

“Will she be back around 9?”

“I told her about coming home and she understands.” Laurie nods, “Okay, so we just keep an eye on our phones.” Andy nods in agreement. Y/N steps down into the kitchen from upstairs and she heads for the door. “Y/N, where’s your phone?” Laurie calls.

Y/N lifts up her phone, “It’s fully charged! I’ll text you guys, okay?” She says, Laurie smiles. “Okay, have fun.”

“Thanks mom. Love you both!” The two watched her leave that front door and stepped into Alice’s car with her father. Laurie watched the vehicle disappear and she sighs. “I hope they’re not having alcohol there.”

Andy smiles, “I’m sure she’ll be responsible.” Laurie looks at him and grins.

Let’s hope she is.

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paipayaseeds · 3 years

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(idk if there was a certain person supposed to be at the door i don’t remember the game oops so i just picked kaede bc they need the cameras or some shit idk)(also there’s alcohol in this so if that’s not okay pls tell me to rewrite it or just end it if you want to! i just want to make sure ur okay dandbrjsjnfndan)(also idk man i only have one experience drinking vodka and i hated it so if it’s weird that’s why LMAOFIDJDJ)

waking up with a gasp, she looked up at the monitor mounted to the wall of her room. she winced at the loud volume of the speakers, and at the unnecessary reminder that her life would be cut short tomorrow night. when the tv turned back off, the uneasy feeling in her chest lingered; there wasn’t anybody there to hold her and tell her ‘it’s okay, it’s just the announcement...’ her arm was asleep, and when she looked down, she was hit with yet another reminder of how alone she was, met with the sight of a detective’s jacket... but no detective.

for a good half hour, she tossed and turned on her mattress trying to fall asleep, but to no avail. once she spent the night with shuichi, there was no way she’d be able to spend another one alone again. so, she got up and took a warm shower: one last attempt at relaxing herself enough to fall asleep. (she wasn’t a stinky little bitch-baby like shuicheese across the building). she didn’t care about her face, she wouldn’t have to see it for much longer anyway. she brushed her teeth and combed her hair before changing into some clean clothes. she was going to slip under blanket until she noticed the uniform still sitting there. i should... give it back. it was really just an excuse to go to shuichi’s room. she folded it over her arms and walked over to his door, leaving her mask in her room since everyone would be in theirs anyway. once she got there, though, she couldn’t bring herself to knock. instead, she just stood there with her knuckles barely brushing against the door while she was frozen. eventually, she backed up and folder the clothes neatly and placed them on the floor right in front of his door for him to pick up in the morning.

she managed to get a little shut-eye during the night, but not much. she let out a loud groan at the morning announcement before dragging herself out of bed and cleaning herself up for the day. that included putting on her mask. despite it only being two days, out of habit she waited for shuichi to come and walk with her. but, when she stood outside her door and noticed kaede knocking at his door, holding the clothes she had left there last night, she realized that wouldn’t be happening today. she shook her head before heading out the door and towards the dining hall.

when she arrived, she walked into a very weird conversation. rantaro and ryoma seemed to be arguing.

“nobody will be dying, you hear me?”

“you heard the bear, someone’s gotta kick it if you wanna live another day. i’m sayin’ that someone should be me.”

fumiko was a little shocked. why was ryoma trying to sacrifice himself...? he offered a lot to the group, and he helped out with the chores a lot!

“n-no...! k-kill... kill me instead.” fumiko spoke up, making the rest of the room look over and realize she was there. korekiyo seemed to be very interested in the conversation, how brilliant was it to see not one, but two people willing to give up their lives for the sake of others. “i’m- i’m serious.” because you deserve it. rantaro shot her a look that sent a shiver down her spine.

“i said, nobody will be dying. if any of you try anything... so help me god... just- just trust me, alright? don’t do anything stupid.” the green-haired man said, placing a hand on fumiko’s shoulder as he talked before leaving the dining hall. her gaze followed him, and when she turned around she saw a detective and a pianist standing at the doorway, seemingly watching this whole thing go down.

“fuck this, i’m gettin’ somethin’ to drink! if anyone wants to join me, feel free, hmph...” miu said, following in rantaro’s footsteps out the door before opening the entrance to the warehouse. i’ve never gotten drunk before... fumiko thought. she stood there in thought before ultimately deciding to follow the inventor into the warehouse, brushing her shoulder on shuichi’s as she did.

“h-huh? someone actually came?” miu said when she heard the door open. “Y-YOU...? FOR REAL? HAH! i might’ve underestimated you!” the blonde seemed to have known exactly where to go to find alcohol, as if she’s done it before, and she pulled out a bottle of vodka. fumiko stole the bottle from her hands and started downing it like it was nothing.

“w-w-what are you doing....!? H-HOW?” it tasted awful, and she hated it. but being drunk was supposed to be fun, right? so she squeezed her eyes shut and dealt with the pain. the door to the warehouse opened, and fumiko continued drinking. miu was so fucking out of it, she had no idea what was going on. she saw kaede and shuichi at the door and knew what they were going to ask. before she acknowledged them, though, she ripped the bottle from fumiko’s hand.

“give me that,” she mumbled, “WHAT THE FUCK? YOU DRANK HALF-”

“miu!” the pianist shouted, walking towards her, “are the- are they finished...?”

“yeah, yeah, come with me. i’ll give ‘em to ya.” miu stomped out of the room, open bottle in hand, and led the two visitors to her lab. all fumiko did was sit on the ground and rub her head. her whole body felt shitty already from the idiotic way she drank the beverage, the gross taste lingering in her mouth for much longer than she’d liked. it didn’t help that she got maybe an hour of sleep the night prior, which already rendered her ill. what was she thinking? that she would be dead by tomorrow. that’s what she was thinking.

Opening the door to his room, he was met with Kaede, and... his clothes? How did she get his clothes? Voicing his troubled thoughts, he furrowed his brow at her, "W- why do you have my clothes...?" Kaede blinked, "Huh? Wha-?" She looked down at the article she had held in her arms, somehow forgetting she had picked it up. "Oh! I found this outside your door!"

Taking the folded clothing from her hands, he gazed down at it thoughtfully, racking his brain to try and think of why that had been— "C'mon, let's go! You already made me wait long, we have to get Miu's cameras and then you know," She spoke in a hushed tone, a cheeky smile on her face, "Set up the plan."

Shuichi found himself balancing on the line of giving her space, and running to her side to check on her—and you know what? It was stupid! He was stupid. What if she got alcohol poisoning? What if she does something rash? Most importantly, why? Throwing away the barrier that prevented him from interacting with the girl he loved, he concluded she had enough space.

God knows if she forgave or not for his bullshit, but that was beside the point she had just downed half a bottle of Vodka. As he practically dashed to the girl sitting on the ground, he left the disgruntled pianist behind—sadly, this hadn’t been the first time he had done that.

Slowing down to a stop, he crouched down across from her, subconsciously trying to see her eyes. It was strange, but he found himself wishing for a flashlight to see if the alcohol had kicked in yet.

Shuichi had to shove down the urge to scold her on drinking alcohol, knowing she didn't enjoy yelling nor was it even an okay thing to do. He had put himself on a permanent hiatus from yelling, he didn't want to see her upset like that, not today, and not ever.

"H- hey, uh..." He flinched at his own shaky and awkward voice, feeling the huge difference to how he talked to her before. Things shouldn't have felt so tense between them, today could've been the last day they— No. No, the plan would work.

"Why did...-" Shuichi pursed his lips; why did he bother asking? He knew why, didn't he? Well, maybe he just... didn't want to believe it. "W- were you drinking because of... what you said earlier? A- about the.." He trailed off, expression slightly saddened as he remembered her self-sacrificial remark.

Clearing his throat, he sat himself down fully on the floor across from her; a safe distance as he was afraid she still didn't want to be too close to him. Forcing words out of his throat, he spoke with feigned determination; despite his soul-crushing fear of 'what if the plan doesn't work?', he tried to remain strong. If not for himself, then for Fumiko, right?

"No one is going to have to die. E- especially not you, never... never you." He tried swallowing the rising lump in his throat, eyes focusing onto the ground as he tried to get rid of his emotions. He cleared his throat again, blinking violently as to rid the tears; he wasn't going to cry in front of her. And especially not Miu. "... S- sorry." Ah yes, the apology he had forgotten to give to her when he yelled near her. This fucking prick-

#mod chia #rp #DAMN IT I HATE HIM AGAIN #teapot anon

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years

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Can you ship me with a character and which character I would be please.

Name: Libby

House: Ravenclaw

Hobbies: Acting and singing

Preferences: Women? (If that’s what it means)

Other stuff: I’m kinda clumsy. Idk why I’m in ravenclaw cause I’m really dumb.

Also if it’s not to much trouble can I have a fic rec for: TONKS 🥰

CONGRATS ON 600 followers!

HI LIBBY omg thank you so much for joining my sleepover!! Of course, of course!

I ship you with Angelina Johnson!

see, you and Angelina go way back, you were friends ever since First Year, and you've been crushing on her ever since (hello? she's literally perfect)

Despite being friends for so long, you two are the complete opposite

She loves sports, and you love acting and singing

She's in Gryffindor, and you're in Ravenclaw

But that didn't stop her to reach out to you ever so often

Now, Angelina has a secret she wants to keep from you, she likes you too!

But she's not sure if you like her back because 'Why would Libby likes someone like me?'

her words, not mine

So imagine the mutual pining and the sexual tension ya'll had but not realising it

i am here for it all

But then, sOMEONE (Fred Weasley to be precise) decided to ask Angelina as his date to the Yule Ball

aND SHE SAID YES?!???!?

When you found out, you were crushed so hard

Luna, your best friend was there for you

"You got less nargles surrounding you, Libby. Is something the matter?" Luna asked, concerned for her best friend.

You sighed, "He's taking her to the Ball," was all you said. You had plopped onto your bed, face down to the pillow, sounds of long painful groans emitting from your mouth muffly.

"And she said yes? I thought Angelina likes you!" Luna said, now rubbing your back comfortingly. You tilted your head to the side, cheek on the pillow, "Stop saying she likes me, Luna. She doesn't, if she does she would go with me !"

Luna shook her head, "No, no, she likes you. Whenever you're around, nargles swarmed her like bees. They really do," She said dreamily, furrowing her eyebrows, "And how do you know she would go with you? Have you asked her already?"

You snorted, "I was about to, but that bloody Weasley beat me to it."

"Well," Luna trailed off.

"Do you perhaps want to go with me instead? We can go as friends!" Luna chimed, smiling comfortingly at you.

You looked at her, and smiled softly, "That would be nice."

And so you did go with Luna, as friends.

But Angelina didn’t know that

And she was utterly heartbroken

She couldn’t stop staring at you and Luna dancing with your free will; you were giggling tremendously at each other, obviously having a good time platonically

But, again, Angelina didn't know that

She had to shut her mouth manually when she saw you in your beautiful dark coloured dress, you looked absolutely stunning and she couldn't stop staring

Weasley had to literally shook her shoulder to get her attention

"What's gotten into you today, Johnson? You looked out of it instead of focusing on your date here," Fred teased and Angelina sighed.

"Nothing, I was just looking at Libby," She said with another sigh. Fred caught on quick and chuckled, causing her to look at him, "What?"

He had this mischievous grin, "I think I know just how to cheer you up, m'lady."

He freakin called Luna and you over to them

Angelina was freaking out on the inside, 'What the bloody hell is he doing?!!!!'

"Luna! Fancy dancing with me? We could switch partners," Fred beamed at the light blonde girl, and Luna saw the mischief behind his eyes, so she smiled

"Sure! Libby, you don't mind, right?" She asked you

"Uh... Sure?"

Fred and Luna left you two behind so quickly

And cue the awkward silence

"So," Angelina started, "Luna, huh?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What was that supposed to mean?"

The beautiful honey girl shook her head, eyes looking anywhere but you, "Oh nothing, you look nice together."

"... We're just going as friends, Luna and I," You said, feeling left out as everyone else was dancing but you two. You watched as her head snapped up, eyes looking at you instantly, "What? Why?"

"Because..." You trailed off, not wanting her to know that you intended to ask her. You sighed harshly, tired of this push and pull game with your feelings.

"Because Fred had already asked you."

Poor Johnson was shocked to her guts

after some more explaining on your side, her heart beat faster and faster at the mere thought of you liking her back, romantically

Ever since then, you and Angelina were inseperable, like stuck to the hip kind of inseperable

You would watch her every Quidditch Game just to support her (even if it's against Ravenclaw)

And she would come to all your shows and musicals that you worked on at Hogsmeade

For the second part, since you asked for 🤺🤺🤺 as well, I'd say you resembled Seamus Finnigan!

Now Seamus is in Gryffindor, and is known to be skilled with explosive materials

He's strong to his opinions yet he comes clean when he's in the wrong

Since all I know about you is that you're clumsy, I feel like Seamus might've been clumsy as well in his early years in Hogwarts, almost every year he got explosives near his face for no reason HDKSHDH

He's brave to say what he wants to say, and he had fought along side Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts

Since he's friends with Dean Thomas; who is a very good painter, he would've appreciated any kind of art like acting and singing.

For the Fic Rec, I'm so sorry my dear, I haven't found any Tonks fic yet, I've searched for them yet I've come up with nothing. Although if there is any change, I'll let you know myself! 🌹

JOIN MY SLEEPOVER!

#syaf's 600 sleepover #syaf sleepover party!#george-fabian-weasley #harry potter

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cherryrogers · 5 years

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Falling For You.

— Chapter 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

(Modern High School AU)

Warnings: None.

Synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was always the plan.

Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of the plan.

Being ‘just friends’ isn’t enough. Becoming anything more is too much. But suppressed feelings can’t stay ignored forever, and you were about to learn that a lot sooner than you thought.

Inspired by the song ‘Fallingforyou’ - The 1975

A/N: ok so i’ve finally took the time to properly start planning chapters ahead of time, so hopefully i can start writing this a bit quicker lmao. i’ve also made a playlist for this fic which i might post soon?? idk,,, anyway, feedback is always appreciated and please enjoy!

Series Masterlist

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With only a handful of weeks left until Winter break, you had decided to buckle down and put all of your efforts back into maintaining your grades.

After the painful conversation with your mom, and knowing that she’d be home in a week, you were determined to make sure the time she’d be back for wasn’t going to be a nightmare, and that’d definitely be the case if you didn’t crack open your textbooks and get your head down.

Despite you being the one to force yourself into studying day and night, it still didn’t stop you from groaning internally at the textbooks that you were tugging out of your locker, which most likely wouldn’t even fit in your backpack, meaning you’d have to carry the damn things all the way home. Great.

While you barely held the four thick books in your left arm, you shut your locker with the other, letting out a gasp at the sight of someone leaning against the locker next to you.

“Can’t you just say ‘hi’ like a normal person instead of lurking next to my locker and waiting for me to see you?” You asked, moving the books in your arms so you were hugging them to your stomach.

The boy only chuckled, ignoring your annoyance before eyeing the stack of books in your grasp. “You know, I thought I’d finally gotten through to you on how much time you waste studying, yet here you are with half the damn library in your locker.”

“My mom’s coming back next week, Bucky. Unless I want to face her wrath, I’ve got to get an A in every test we get in class over the next week.”

“So, is that your way of saying that I’m not gonna see you for the next seven days?”

You nodded reluctantly. “I don’t necessarily have a death wish, so yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Mirroring Bucky’s stance, you leaned your side against the lockers, getting a headache just from the thought of opening your front door and seeing your mother staring back at you. As long as you aced all of your tests, it’d be fine, right? She can’t be mad at you for improving, yet she’ll probably find a way to be, considering she loves to be mad at you for everything.

The corner of his mouth curled up. “Well, you’re gonna have to find some free time, sweets. Winter Formal’s comin’ up, and I don’t think they’ll let you in with those jeans that you never take off.”

Shit, he was right. The Winter Formal was happening in three weeks, and if you didn’t dress shop as soon as possible, you’d never have a dress ready for you in time for the dance. Not that you were particularly big on school dances, but it was your senior year, so it was one of the last dances you’d even have in high school. Plus, even if you insisted on not going, Wanda and/or Bucky would most likely pester you into going.

“God, dress shopping is the last thing I wanna think about right now.” You sighed. “I’ll probably have to ask my mom for money to buy it, too. That’ll bring on the ‘you should have a job by now’ lecture, and I swear, Bucky, if I have to hear that damn speech for the hundredth time...”

“I’m sure you’ll work somethin’ out.” He reassured you. “You could always help out at the auto-shop, if you wanted to.”

You could tell he was joking, but the suggestion still made you scoff. “You can see me greasing cars and fixing tyres?”

“I can see you lookin’ cute in a pair of overalls.” The boy winked.

You chuckled, shaking your head while ignoring the flutter of your heart at his stupid way of flirting. “While I appreciate the offer, I think I’ll have to pass. My only plans up until the dance are to memorise every piece of information in these books.”

As you readjusted your grip on the textbooks, Bucky rolled his eyes, like he did every time you talked to him about studying. “Speaking of the dance, you’re gonna need to find a date.”

If he wasn’t right, you would’ve scoffed and told him that you didn’t have to take a date, but considering that Wanda and Vis would be going together, Steve would likely be bringing Peggy, and Sam would probably be able to charm a girl into going with him, everyone would be showing up with a date except you.

“I know, but who would even wanna go with me?” You shrugged.

Bucky wanted to laugh. Sometimes, he wondered if you really were completely obvlivious to his feelings for you. He knew he couldn’t necessarily act out in them - not yet, anyway - but he wasn’t exactly hiding them either.

Him. He would want to go with you. Of course he would, which reminded him...

“I was meant to ask you, actually...” Bucky started, but was soon interrupted by another figure approaching the two of you.

A mess of silver hair caught his eye, and he suppressed the groan he so desperately wanted to let out.

Pietro. Of course, he just had to ruin the moment, didn’t he? Couldn’t the guy have waited just another ten seconds to waltz over and-

“Pietro, hey.” You greeted the boy, who grinned boyishly down at you in response.

“Hey, (Y/N). Bucky.” He nodded towards your friend, who only gave him a half-hearted smile which you didn’t quite catch. He turned back towards you, suddenly looking a little nervous. “Do you mind if we talk for a moment? Just us?”

Furrowing your brows, you hesitantly looked back at Bucky, who let out a quiet chuckle before pushing himself off the lockers. “S’alright. I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

“But weren’t you gonna ask-”

“It’s not important, honestly.” The brunet quickly shook his head, beginning to walk away from your locker. “I’m heading out now with Steve and Sam, anyway.”

“Oh, you are? Could you ask Sam if he could drop me off at home on the way?” Sam had gotten used to being the designated driver most days, considering his two best friends annoyingly opted for motorcycles rather than cars. “I’ll meet you again in five?”

Bucky nodded, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Sure; we’ll just be in the parking lot.”

And with that, he quickly walked away. It was okay, he could just ask you another time, right?

Pietro soon replaced Bucky’s spot against the lockers, the white sleeve of his hoodie being a contrast against the surface in comparison to Bucky’s dark leather one. You were still a little puzzled as to why Pietro couldn’t have said what he wanted to in front of Bucky, but you gave him a kind smile anyway.

“I’m sorry for interrupting.” Pietro apologised, fiddling with his fingers anxiously. “I just didn’t wanna wait any longer to ask you...”

What was with people wanting to ask you questions today? “It’s okay, I’m sure that Bucky didn’t mind. What do you wanna ask me?”

With you looking up at him through your lashes, giving him a sweet smile and slowly tucking some of your hair behind you ear, his cheeks reddened as his gaze lowered, before hesitantly bringing it back up to meet yours. You’d never seen the guy so nervous before.

“Would you... like to be my date to the Winter Formal?”

Well, you didn’t have to look so far to find your date, apparently.

Truthfully, you were sort of hoping that Bucky would’ve asked you. Sure, it wouldn’t have done any good in getting rid of the stupid feelings that you had for him, but he was still your best friend. The both of you went to the junior prom together, and it was one of the best nights you’d ever had with him. Maybe he didn’t ask you this time because his feelings for you had truly disappeared. While the thought saddened you, it was probably for the best. If anything, it would only encourage you to move on from him.

Besides, Pietro was also one of your closest friends. You were surprised that he asked you, considering the amount of girls that you knew would’ve loved to go with him, but maybe he just wanted to be a good friend, which you appreciated.

“That’d be great, Pietro.” You responded, causing the corner of his lips to upturn. “I’d love to be your date.”

The boys eyes lit up. “You would?”

“I would.” You confirmed, pushing yourself from the lockers. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“I-uh... I don’t know.” He shrugged, watching as you began to walk away. “I thought someone else might’ve already asked you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re the one that has girls drooling while you run laps on the field; if anyone was already spoken for, I’d guess that it’d be you, Pietro.”

“Well, I guess now I am spoken for.” He began to walk in the opposite direction, sending you a final smile. “With the only girl I was planning on asking.”

Before you could roll your eyes at him again, Pietro had jogged off to go and speak to someone else, allowing you to finally go and meet the boys outside. There was a certain warmth in your chest after that conversation. It felt nice to be asked to the dance, to be someone’s first choice. Even if you originally wanted to be someone else’s date, you were happy that Pietro had taken the liberty of asking you.

Would Bucky really have asked you to go with him? You weren’t sure, especially if he really didn’t like you like that anymore. Even if he wanted to, maybe it didn’t really matter since you already had your date.

As soon as you made your way out to the parking lot, you spotted Sam’s jeep amid the array of coloured cars surrounding it, and you began to pace towards it.

Along with Bucky, you climbed into the backseat and pulled your seatbelt on while you received a ‘hey’ from each of the boys.

“I’m gonna have to start charging for rides at this point.” Sam joked, starting up the car. “Should I print ‘Sam Wilson Taxi Services’ on the side of my car?”

“Hm, I think ‘Wilson’s Rides’ has a better ring to it.” You replied, smirking at the boy’s glare through the rear-view mirror.

“What about ‘Sammy’s Cabs’?” Bucky chimed in, making Steve snort in the front seat.

“I like that one.” The blond nodded towards Sam.

He didn’t seem so impressed. “You’re all so hilarious. I swear, you’re all gonna start paying me five dollars every time I drive your asses somewhere.”

Bucky only chuckled before turning to face you. “Anyway, is everything alright with Pietro?”

While he obviously was curious to know what the boy needed to talk to you about privately, he wasn’t just asking to be nosy - if there was something more serious going on, he just wanted you to know that you could tell him about it.

Nervously, you tapped your fingers against the textbooks resting in your lap. “Yeah, everything’s fine. He actually... asked me to be his date to the Winter Formal.”

You weren’t sure what you thought Bucky’s reaction would be, but when he only plastered on what seemed to be a genuine grin and told you that he was happy for you, you admittedly were a little thrown off.

Sam and Steve shared a puzzled look as they heard their friend’s reaction, knowing that there must’ve been a little more to how Bucky felt that he was letting on.

Perhaps you were right, though. Bucky wasn’t going to ask you to be his date, and that’s why he was so happy that Pietro had asked you instead.

And while it was slightly painful to know that Bucky had no intention of asking you to the dance, at least you now knew what his true feelings about you were.

You were friends. Whatever feelings you had didn’t matter, because he only wanted to be your friend, and maybe that confirmation could encourage you to just move on.

* * *

“Bucky, you are such a dumbass.” Sam shook his head, sliding into the booth next to Steve.

After dropping you off at home, the drive to Carter’s was pretty silent. The two boys in the front seats were waiting impatiently for Bucky to say something, but no words left his mouth for the entire time. If they wanted to get an explanation from him, they were going to have to get it themselves.

Bucky sent a glare in Sam’s direction, picking up a laminated menu from the centre of the table and lifting it to block his face. “I haven’t done anything, Sam.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the problem.” He retorted, snatching the menu from the brunet’s grasp and placing it back on the table. “I thought you were askin’ (Y/N) to the dance.”

“I never said that.”

Steve sighed. “Buck, you told me this morning that you were gonna ask her today. What happened?”

“Pietro Maximoff. He happened.” The boy huffed, leaning back in his seat. “If I knew that he was gonna ask her then I would’ve done it earlier.”

Bucky was livid, really. Why? Why when he was literally just about to ask you to be his date, Pietro had to swoop in and steal that from him? After he’d asked you to have lunch with him that one time, Bucky had his suspicions that maybe the silver-haired boy was trying to shoot his shot. But Pietro wasn’t him. You would never feel the way about Pietro that you felt about Bucky, right? If you even felt for Bucky at all. Fuck, there he was again - thinking about the perfect world where you’d finally fall into his arms and tell him that you felt the same for him.

Once he’d left your house the other night, after you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, he’d tucked a blanket over your curled up form and quietly slipped out of the front door, a stupid smile refusing to leave his lips. Hope. The smallest, tiniest amount of hope had filled his heart that you were finally opening your heart to him. Maybe you were finally doing just that.

And maybe Pietro had now completely ruined it.

“Are you sure that’s all you’re pissed off about?” Sam raised a brow. “You’re annoyed at Pietro for askin’ her to be his date?”

“What are you getting at, Sam?” Bucky murmured, wanting to forget everything that’d happened in the twenty minutes prior to this moment.

Sam leaned forward on his elbows. “Let me ask you something; would you even be pissed off if (Y/N) had have said ‘no’ to him?”

The boy opposite him stared at his friend dumbly. “What?”

“I think what Sam’s saying,” Steve took over. “Is that if (Y/N) didn’t say yes to being his date, then you would still have your shot at asking her to be yours-”

“You’re pissed off because she said yes to Maximoff.” Sam intervened, causing the blond next to him to roll his eyes, but nod in agreement anyway.

Bucky sat silently for a couple of moments, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought about what his friends were trying to tell him. They were right; you could’ve said no. If you didn’t like Pietro, if you didn’t want to be his date, you could declined him... but you didn’t. You didn’t wait for Bucky to ask instead.

You didn’t want him to ask you.

Maybe this was your way of hinting to Bucky that you and him were truly only friends. Whether there was something between you and Pietro or not, you’d put the thought in Bucky’s head that there was nothing between him and you. Nothing on your end, anyway.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Bucky spoke up, his jaw tensed involuntarily. “It’s just a stupid dance.”

“Buck...” Steve wasn’t an idiot. He could tell his friend was pretty upset. While he hadn’t directly told him that he was head over heels for you, the blond had a damn good hunch that was the case. The dance would’ve meant a lot to Bucky if he could’ve had you on his arm, walking into the hall together.

Steve was about to try and encourage the frowning boy to keep his hopes up, until another figure hopped into the booth next to Bucky, making all the boys’ heads turn to them.

“God, who died?” The redhead asked sarcastically, earning herself questioning looks from her friends. “You all look miserable, what’s going on?”

The boy next to her shuffled uncomfortably, so she looked to the other two boys in front of her for some sort of explanation.

“Bucky’s sad.” Sam said, causing a loud scoff from Bucky.

“M’not sad.” He shook his head, narrowing his eyes at Sam.

“He can’t find a date for the Winter Formal in a couple of weeks.” Steve affirmed to the girl.

Bucky was about to tell the blond how that just made him sound like a loser, until Natasha spoke up instead. “Aw, Buck. You don’t need a date to have fun.”

It wasn’t just a random date he wanted to take - it was you he wanted as his date.

“At least you’re getting a Winter dance,” She continued. “Shield High thinks that dances are a waste of time. Peggy’s lucky that you’re taking her to the dance at your school, Steve. Maria and I are going dress shopping with her at the weekend.”

At the mention of Maria’s name, Sam’s eyes flicked up to the redhead, a cunning smirk playing on his lips. “Well, the two of you should buy yourselves dresses as well.”

“What?” Natasha raises a curious brow.

Sam shot Bucky a knowing look, ignoring the daggers he was receiving back. “Bucky can take you as his date, and I can take Maria Hill. Works out for everybody.”

Yeah, everyone except for Bucky and his chances at ever getting you to believe you were the one that he wanted. What were you going to think if he showed up with his ex on his arm? Even if you did trust that Natasha was only his friend, it would still look like he asked Natasha to be his date rather than you, which is not at all what he wanted you to think.

It was Natasha’s turn to scoff this time. “You just want an excuse to try and chat up Maria. She’s a smart girl, Sam. Smart enough to not fall for your dumb ass.”

“You gotta admit, Natasha...” Sam shrugged. “Maria and I would make a hot as hell couple.”

The girl only rolled her eyes at him before turning to Bucky. “You don’t have to take me to the dance if you don’t want to, Bucky. I’d understand.”

Well, now he just felt bad. He couldn’t let Maria and Peggy go to the dance and just leave Natasha out in case you got the wrong idea. It could be fun, anyway. Nat and him could go as friends, she could stick around with Steve, Sam and the girls while he managed to steer you away from your date. So what if you weren’t his date? That didn’t mean he couldn’t be the one to make your night special.

“No, I want you to go.” Bucky nodded, a smile forming on his lips, Natasha mirroring his expression. “It’ll be fun, all of us goin’ together.”

“Awesome.” The girl beamed, plucking her buzzing phone from her pocket and chuckling at the name written across the screen. “Your girl’s calling me, Sam. I’ll let her know the good news.”

“You do that, Romanoff.”

As she got up from her seat and left momentarily to answer the phone, Steve immediately aimed a glare at the boy next to him. “Do you really think Buck showing up with his ex-girlfriend as his date to the dance is gonna win (Y/N) over?”

“S’alright, Stevie.” Bucky reassured him, suddenly not feeling so bad about everything that had happened. Sure, he was still frustrated that you couldn’t have simply been his date, but maybe things could still work out for him. “It doesn’t matter who either of us go to the dance with. If... if she likes me like I like her, then I think the night will go just fine.”

“Atta boy.” Sam smirked. “That’s the spirit. Maximoff ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em when you swoop in and steal his date.”

Maybe Sam was being a little dramatic, but his friend appreciated the encouragement. The thought that you had agreed to go to the dance Pietro because you might’ve had feelings for him was still circling Bucky’s mind, but he was trying to push it aside. Ever since the night where he walked you home with your hand in his, things had been different. Good different. He had a feeling that things could get even better than good, if he played his cards right.

He’d always kept them to himself, his feelings for you. When you told him at sixteen that you couldn’t get into a relationship, he completely understood. But holding his feelings back was hard, and if he didn’t try at least one more time to win you over, he’d regret it if you ever found someone else.

The night of the Winter Formal was going to be his night, and he was going to make sure of it.

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wicked games [18]

Summary: When Tom shows up at your door, what do you do? Or better yet, what can you do?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,107

A/N: WE BACK FOR LIMITED TIME ONLY!!! read this and don’t ask when the next update is because idk!!!! s/o to @thorsxodinson for dealing w me ily

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Time had come to a standstill. If you were still breathing, you were completely unaware of it. There was an itch in the back of your throat, but you found yourself unable to speak; unable to move. There was the part of you dying to berate him; to put him in his place after everything he’d made you suffer through. The audacity he had to show up in the one place you could be blissfully ignorant of everything and anything that had to do with him.

There was the part of you that was nervous; unable to make a decision, or even process what was right before your eyes.

If you were to confess, you would admit you had no idea what to do. Or what was even going.

The moment was seemingly frozen; a snapshot of what could only possibly be your worst nightmare.

Maggie’s voice did nothing to alleviate the growing tension.

“Is Medusa out there or something? You’re like a statue, dude!” Her voice echoed in the back of your head, your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head at the retort.

“Mags, not today.” You muttered, voice rough as ever.

You took a deep breath, your eyes shut tight as you tried to calm down.

Tom’s slight chuckle snapped you right out of it.

“Not today, Satan. What the hell are you doing here?” The words came out almost like a snarl; you could feel your heartbeat quickening as you looked at him, brows furrowed in anger and honest confusion.

Tom dropped his gaze, his fingers smoothing over the tie resting on his chest.

“Any day now would be great, Thomas.”

“If you’ll give me a… chance, I’d like to talk with you. Only if you want. It’s up to you, completely.” His voice was barely a whisper, yet his words hit you like a pile of bricks on your chest.

You raised an eyebrow, still confused and upset that he was actually standing in front of you. Maybe hitting him will make this better.

You pushed the thought out of your mind as you slightly shook your head, sighing reluctantly.

If not now, then when? And risk losing everything forever?

Except, maybe you already had.

Suddenly you feel a hand atop yours, pushing the door out of your grasp and opening it all the way.

“Hey Holland, if y’all are gonna do this, mind doing it in our living room and not as a show for the rest of the floor?” Maggie nudged you in the side, practically forcing you off to the side as she let Tom in, her eyes suggesting that you make your way to the living room too.

“Okay thanks, bye!” Before you can say a word, Maggie waves goodbye and swiftly shuts the door behind her.

“Fuck me,” You whisper, placing your hands on your hips as you realize the gravity of the situation.

This was the first time in weeks the two of you were alone, and you weren’t prepared. Not like you were ever planning on it. But still.

What do you do?

What do you do when someone who heals and breaks your heart comes back to you? After everything you’ve been through?

Do you take everything back, or push away? Move on?

Would you make it if you did?

You couldn’t sit on a pile of “if”s, doubts that would inevitably amount to overwhelming pain and frustration. The uncertainty would get to you eventually. And you weren’t about to give him the upper hand.

No matter what, he deserved a chance to be heard. Unfortunately, that meant hearing things your heart couldn’t ignore - even if you wanted.

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Sharing my heart

It's tearing me apart

But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now

Doing what I can, tryna be a man

And every time I kiss you, baby

I can hear the sound of breaking down

It was late at night when you heard a soft rustling on the other side of the bed. You ignored it, pulling the bed sheets over your shoulder as you curled up.

The click of the bathroom door closing brought you back.

Drowsiness dulling the thoughts in your head, you sat up, straining to hear the voice coming from the room next to you.

“Ha ha ha, yes, very funny, Haz. When’s the last time you were this drunk, huh?”

A muffled, yet still audible, voice exclaimed something you couldn’t quite make out.

“We’re good. You should swing by, so we can all hang out. I hate that I haven’t been spending that much time with her lately… yeah yeah, I’ve gotten soft, and you’re still a headass, Harrison.”

Tom’s hushed laughter might’ve made you smile, but it was his words that really sparked your happiness.

Maybe he had gotten soft. But he wasn’t going to tell you that anytime soon.

“Don’t make me feel more guilty than I already do, Osterfield. I care about her so much… sometimes I forget how we got into this in the first place. Then I remember if it weren’t for that stupid contract, well… maybe I would’ve never known how much I-”

I've been confused as of late (Yeah)

Watching my youth slip away (Yeah)

You're like the sun, you wake me up

But you drain me out if I get too much

I might need you or I'll break

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The fucking contract.

How could you forget the elusive little non-disclosure agreement, the one that meant selling your soul away to the Devil - the one that somehow still had a hold over you, regardless of the anger coursing through your veins.

Even if everything was real, the contract still existed. He could end everything in an instant, with a simple snap of his fingers. He could leave you utterly heartbroken and distraught without a single word.

Did he ever even care?

Or was this… this soft, caring side just meant to keep me hooked, no matter what?

The silence that had settled in the room shifted as Tom cleared his throat, bringing you back from your memories.

“One chance. I shouldn’t even be giving you that, but I’m not heartless either.”

Tom was about to speak, but you held up your hand.

“Answer me this, and then we’re done. Alright?” He nodded, his lower lip trembling. You could feel the sting of tears at the corner of your eyes, but you ignored everything.

You had to know.

“Did you ever care about me? Or was this,” You waved your hand around, your voice cracking with every word. “Was this all fake, since the beginning?”

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Believe Me (Barry Allen x Reader)

Summary: Reality is broken and your best friend, Barry Allen, has actually been Oliver Queen this whole time. It’s hard to wrap your head around, especially since no one seems to believe either vigilante. But, no matter who or what he looks like, you know Barry. What do they say? Love always finds a way.

Word Count: 1889

A/N: This might just be the fastest I’ve ever written something. I watched Elseworlds today and I fell even more in love with Barry Allen. How that’s possible, idk. Anyway here’s this. I hope you enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes it may or may not be 430 in the morning.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. It was absolutely crazy, right? There was no way the man you loved, your best friend, was actually Oliver Queen. Or rather he wasn't Oliver Queen? You closed your eyes tightly, trying to ward off the impending headache while still trying to understand what was happening. They had switched bodies or lives, somehow. At least that's what they thought. But if you were listening to what they were saying then the Barry Allen you knew was Barry Allen, up until this morning when they were forced into this reality and he turned into Oliver Queen. You groaned, the headache now pounding behind your eyes. "Y/N." You opened your eyes to see Oliver, no, Barry, looking at you with pain you never thought you would see on the vigilante's face. Though it was all too common to see on the flash's. He stepped forward, the hurt look only worsening when you took a step away from him. "I know it's a lot but I need you to believe us right now."

"Maybe we should just run a couple tests, yeah? " Iris interjected, stepping in between you and the two vigilantes. She looked to Caitlin desperately, "We can do that right?"

Caitlin nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah, we can do that." She ushered the heroes to the med bay but Oliver Queen still tried to look back at you.

"What do you think?" Iris stood next to you while the others followed Caitlin. The two of you had surprisingly gotten closer after her and Barry broke up, everyone expecting that you would give her the third degree as the honorary best friend. Instead, she had confronted you about your feelings, stating that the fact he reciprocated them was one of the reasons she had to end things. You didn't believe her then and, if this whole body swap thing checked out, then you definitely didn't believe it now. The two of you had been each other's rocks when it came to Barry Allen and the world that came with him, this was no different.

"I think that Oliver Queen has never shown that he knew I existed until today." You replied. She nodded, rubbing your arm before she went to join the rest of them.

"We're going to have to lock them up." The accent startled you from behind. You hadn't realized that Sherloque hadn't followed them. He gestured towards them, "They'll probably ask you to subdue Mr. Allen."

You shook your head, "I won't." He quirked his eyebrow but gave no response. "No matter what Barry it is, I won't do that to him." He smirked, the way he always did when he solved a mystery no one else knew existed, and you tried not to roll your eyes. "I'm gonna go get some air." You mumbled, leaving before he could say anything else. You had to think… a lot.

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What was supposed to be a simple break somehow turned into you walking all the way home. Not exactly the best place to go when you wanted to stop thinking about Barry, especially since the two of you lived together. When they had broken up, they wanted each other to have everything they shared which was basically the opposite of every split couple out there. In the end, Iris kept their house and Barry moved in with you. It was supposed to be for a couple months but as the months slowly morphed into a year, neither one of you wanted him to leave. So, he stayed and you never regretted it for a second. That is, until you realized that that morning instead of waking up to your best friend, you might've woken up to Oliver Queen in your living room instead.

You weren't exactly sure what to believe still. Apart of you always wanted to believe in Barry, no matter what face he wore, because when it came down to it; you trusted him more than anyone. But it was always safer, for everyone, to take precaution. Even if that precaution meant throwing the two vigilantes into the time vault. You sighed, it was times like this where you wondered how Iris did it. How she managed to be in love with Barry and not worry every second, to not let her emotions run her every decision. She was stronger than you ever could be, another reason you knew it could never work out with Barry. "You're doubting yourself again." You jumped, clutching your chest as you turn to see Oliver. "You're jumpy today." He smirked.

"I have good reason to be." He held his hands up in surrender, playfully, an easy smile on his face. Maybe you were looking for it too much, but it was so easy to see your Barry when he did stuff like that.

"I'm not gonna argue with you there." He carefully sat down next to you and you wondered when they were going to say this was all a joke. Or when Iris and Cisco were going to burst through your door and knock the green arrow out. "I know this is hard to understand."

You ignored the look in his eyes for answers, "What did they find? There's no way they would've let you go if they found something."

He smiled sadly, "They found nothing and they still don't believe us. Oliver thought his best chance would be to talk to Iris. So, I went looking for you." You didn't want to connect the dots that your heart so desperately wanted you to; that the real Barry chose you because maybe that wasn't the case.

"How'd you know where to find me?" The man in front of you was Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow. Yet, the more he talked and the more you were simply with him, apart of you deep down knew that wasn't the case.

He laughed, "You always come back here when you need to think. It's a lot harder to catch up with you without my speed."

You cracked a smile without thinking and, for a moment, it felt normal. You knew it wasn't going to last long and from the look on, maybe, Barry's face, he knew it too. "Tell me something no one but us would know." You stared him in the eyes, waiting. "Not Oliver, not Iris, just us."

The blue haze of Cisco's vibe started in the corner of the room, starting a time for Barry to say something and say it fast. No matter how tough he was, the Green Arrow could be taken down a lot faster than the Flash. Especially by surprise. He still hadn't noticed the stretched out arm that was coming towards him. Instead, he looked you dead in the eye, smiled, and said "I love you." right before Ralph knocked him out.

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You went back to Star Labs with Ralph and the unconscious Green Arrow, more confused than you thought you could be. His statement was general, it could mean anything. Well, not anything, but it wasn't something only the two of you knew. Everyone knew that Barry loved his friends, Barry loved everyone. It didn't make sense for him to use that as his ticket out of the time vault. Though, you'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping that that was Barry down there. And that he meant it the way you always wanted him to.

"So what's the plan?" Iris asked when Ralph came back up from the vault.

"We're going to look for any reason they might be," Caitlin gestured with her hands for a bit, "like this."

"There's been some weird ass weather going on. Red sky, crazy lightning. We think it might be connected" Cisco swiveled his chair over to Caitlin and the two of them got to work.

"So you think they can be telling the truth?" It was the first thing you had said since getting back, too lost in your thoughts to contribute anything.

Everyone looked to each other before they looked at you, the simple action saying enough; they didn't. Iris put her hand on your shoulder. "We don't know yet. But we're going to try and figure it out."

Everyone separated then, each with their own job to do; yours being to watch the security camera of the vault. You listened as they argued, like an old married couple you might add, and couched each other through their different skills. They were going to escape no matter what, there was no stopping that, but you could stop them from escaping to another Earth. You just hoped you could get there faster than Oliver could learn how to phase.

It was perfect timing really, the two showing up just as you grabbed the transporter. Oliver groaned in frustration while Barry looked at you in desperation. It was getting a lot easier to separate them. "Y/N, please."

"I can't let you guys go." Even as you said it, you weren't sure why you were stopping them. Maybe because it was the right thing to do or maybe because you just wanted answers.

"Y/N, deep down you know this isn't us." He stepped closer to you, a look in his eyes that you only ever saw in Barry's. Your Barry's. "You know something isn't right." He whispered.

"I don't know what I know anymore." You slumped, not only talking about the two of them anymore.

And, just like always, Barry knew exactly what you were talking about. He lifted you head, making you look at him and his too sweet smile. "You've always known. You just didn't want to believe it."

You scoffed, "I always believe you." It was the truth and you both knew it. From the moment you saw Oliver, you knew something was wrong. Just like the moment Barry said those words, you knew what he meant.

"Even now?" He had always had the power to make you feel like it was only ever the two of you in the world. This was no different. Sure, he didn't look like himself and the person who did was currently pacing a hole into the floor, but he was your Barry. There was no doubt about it.

You kissed him, it was quick and a shock to the both of you, but it was just right for the moment. When he was himself again, you'd have all the time in the world for that. He just needed to fix reality first. You pulled back, smiling like a lovesick idiot. Lucky for you, the same smile was on his face too. "Even now." You whispered.

You dropped the transporter in his hand, to which Oliver gave a very gruff "Finally" causing the both of you to laugh.

"I hope you know when you fix everything we are having a serious discussion on the right time for love confessions."

He opened the portal and turned to you, "You still haven't said it back."

"I'll say it when you're you again." You stepped closer, kissing him again just because you could. "Besides, you already know." Oliver groaned even louder and you were sure he was actually debating going through the portal on his own. You laughed, stepping away from the vigilantes and the portal. "Now, go." And they did.

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