SHE PLAYED THE FIDDLE IN AN IRISH BAND BUT SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH AN ENGLISH MAN KISSED HER ON THE NECK AND THEN I TOOK HER BY THE HAND AND SAID BABY I JUST WANNA DANCE I MET HER ON GRAFTON STREET RIGHT OUTSIDE OF THE BAR SHE SHARED A CIGARETTE WITH ME WHILE HER BROTHER PLAYED THE GUITAR SHE ASKED ME WHAT DOES IT MEAN THE GAELIC INK ON YOUR ARM? I TOLD SAID IT WAS ONE OF MY FRIEND’S SONGS DO YOU WANNA DRINK ON? SHE TOOK JAMIE AS A CHASER JACK FOR THE FUN SHE GOT ARTHUR ON THE TABLE WITH JOHNNY RIDING AS SHOT GUN CHATTED SOME MORE ONE MORE DRINK AT THE BAR THEN PUT VAN ON THE JUKEBOX, GOT UP TO DANCE YOU KNOW SHE PLAYED THE FIDDLE IN AN IRISH BAND BUT SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH AN ENGLISH MAN KISSED HER ON THE NECK AND THEN I TOOK HER BY THE HAND AND SAID BABY I JUST WANNA DANCE WITH MY PRETTY LITTLE GALWAY GIRL YOU’RE MY PRETTY LITTLE GALWAY GIRL YOU KNOW SHE BEAT ME AT DARTS AND THEN SHE BEAT ME AT POOL AND THEN SHE KISSED ME LIKE THERE WAS NOBODY ELSE IN THE ROOM AS LAST ORDERS WERE CALLED WAS WHEN SHE STOOD ON THE STOOL AFTER DANCING TO KALEIGH SINGING TO TRAD TUNES I NEVER HEAR CARRICKFERGUS EVER SUNG SO SWEET ACAPELLA IN THE BAR USING HER FEET FOR A BEAT OH I COULD HAVE THAT VOICE PLAYING ON REPEAT FOR A WEEK AND IN THIS PACKED OUT ROOM SWEAR SHE WAS SINGING TO ME SHE PLAYED THE FIDDLE IN AN IRISH BAND BUT SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH AN ENGLISH MAN KISSED HER ON THE NECK AND THEN I TOOK HER BY THE HAND SAID BABY I JUST WANNA DANCE MY PRETTY LITTLE GALWAY GIRL MY MY MY MY MY MY MY GALWAY GIRL MY MY MY MY MY MY MY GALWAY GIRL MY MY MY MY MY MY MY GALWAY GIRL NOW WE’VE OUTSTAYED OUR WELCOME AND IT’S CLOSING TIME I WAS HOLDING HER HAND HER HAND WAS HOLDING MINE OUR COATS BOTH SMELL OF SMOKE, WHISKY, AND WINE AS WE FILL UP OUR LUNGS WITH THE COLD AIR OF THE NIGHT I WALKED HER HOME THEN SHE TOOK ME INSIDE FINISH SOME DORITOS AND ANOTHER BOTTLE OF WINE I SWEAR I’M GOING TO PUT YOU IN A SONG THAT I WRITE ABOUT A GALWAY GIRL AND A PERFECT NIGHT SHE PLAYED THE FIDDLE IN AN IRISH BAND BUT SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH AN ENGLISH MAN KISSED HER ON THE NECK AND THEN I TOOK HER BY THE HAND SAID BABY I JUST WANT TO DANCE Y PRETTY LITTLE GALWAY GIRL MY MY MY MY MY MY MY GALWAY GIRL MY MY MY MY MY MY MY GALWAY GIRL MY MY MY MY MY MY MY GALWAY GIRL
Between my junior and senior year of high school, I drove an ice cream truck in my hometown Belleville, Ill. My truck broke down near this little bar called Lil’s Tavern. I had heard rumblings about this tavern. I had an aunt and uncle who lived near there, so we would barbecue with them, and I heard words bandied about like “bulldyke” and “he-she.” I knew they would have a phone where I could call the boss, so I went in and in the corner was a table with six big ol’ butch dykes. Like, monster butch dykes. I had never seen one before. It was noon or so, and it was completely empty except for these six huge dykes playing poker. And one of them looked up at me and yelled, “Hey, baby butch!” I’ll never forget it. I did one of those look-around takes, like, “Oh, she’s talking to me.”
Breakfast was the usual bowl of oats and a cup of coffee with vanilla soy milk. I cooked the oats in soy milk with half a banana mashed and topped them with the rest of the banana, raspberries and almond butter. With a ton of cinnamon inside and more on top.
I couldn’t wait until lunch was ready so while preparing it, I snacked on red bell pepper and cucumber with hummus!
Lunch then was millet (mixed with turmeric hence the yellow colour) with broccoli, zucchini, tofu and white beans all roasted in coconut oil (protein 💪🏼) and sprinkled with gomasio.
For dinner we ordered pizza. I asked for the vegetarian one with a whole spelt base and no cheese and instead topped it with fermented tofu feta ‘cheese’ myself.
Now I’m just going to have some dark chocolate- I will probably share a bar with my mom while playing card games as we do most nights :)
Elain Archeron walked the worn path through the tall grass to the back of the property. The day was unseasonably warm, and the wind was blowing in off the ocean making her hair sticky with sea salt. She didn’t mind, just wended through a small copse of trees and found the shed on the other side. She looked through the cracks in the driftwood door.
Azriel sat inside hunched over a potter’s wheel, working. His foot tap, tap, tapping the pedal to keep the plate spinning.
She’d been staying with him for the past three weeks, and hadn’t once worked up the nerve to walk back to the secluded shed he disappeared to each day.
BABE CLARIFY !!
this is so open ended lmao!
i went with jealous saeran and mc but requests open soon so hey resend if this isn’t what you were fancying ^^
- It’s incredibly easy for him to become jealous. He’s very protective and obsessive, he just doesn’t like anyone to even look at you the wrong way. He always has a hand wrapped around your waist or holding your hand in public– But that still doesn’t stop the creeps sometimes.
- Someone wolf whistled at you and you had to hold him back from punching that dude so hard. The guy cussed Saeran out before leaving, you swore you could have heard him growl before he pulls you into a hug. Seriously..? He’s like a little boy with candy bar. Never wanting to share nor give it up.
- He absolutely hates Zen with how much that man flirts with you. Almost got into a fight with him while drunk– Saeyoung had to break it up. He definitely needs a stern talking to once he’s sober– He cant be like this forever.
- He tries to brush it off when you bring it up, but you stand firm and finally he’s silent and listens to your say on things. He gets it, the last thing he wants you to feel is smothered in the wrong way– But he can’t help himself.. He just wants to protect you at all costs. He’s so used to getting everything he loves taken from him.. So it’s a hard habit to break.
- With time, he eases up a little more. Let’s you go out on your own when you want to, even let’s you and Zen stay friends. Just as long as he can still make fun of his ‘long ratty hair.’
- But he noticed how much you laugh around Zen. He even caught you blushing one time– He felt awful. Jealous? of course. He sent Zen a string of nasty messages on the app before slamming his face into a pillow; groaning loudly into it. He regretted it immediately, But why does that asshole have to be such a huge flirt? He cant find his own lover so he tries to steal others?
- He’s grumbly for the next few days– Finally Zen confides in you the messages Saeran sent, instantly you make your way up to his room to talk with him. Even calling him by his full name— He knew he was in trouble now.
- He’s covering his ears before you even open the door– Sometimes he could be such a baby. But he feels bad, so listens to whatever words you throw at him. He’s stubborn though, so an argument might spark. Saeran doesn’t like people yelling at him, it makes him uncomfortable– So it never gets heated. Just you two releasing a bit of frustration.
- He even mockingly calls Zen ‘your secret boyfriend’ as he rolls his eyes. If it really made him that uncomfortable, he should have talked to you about it. He’s said it’s fine in the past, if anything changed he should have told you. You let him know this, But the way you get excited and giggly around Zen frustrates him to no end.
- You assure him the only person that makes you truly happy is Saeran. You love him, him only. Now he feels extremely selfish.. he sheepishly apologizes with a sigh– You pull him in for a much needed hug. He’ll try his hardest to contain himself in the future; despite how hard that’ll be.
~a couple extras with nsfw sprinkled in hello there~
Story Summary: After pining after Dean for so long, the Reader has had enough.
A/N: This story is for
#SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017. And as you can guess, it contains angst!
It was hard. Falling in love with a man who never really
knew you existed. At least as a woman with a heart. Sure, he knew you were
there, often by his side during hunts. Sitting across from him at the table,
researching into the middle of the night. Sleeping in the same motel bed so Sam
could have one bed by himself. There were the times the two of you would have a
blast, sitting a bar, drinking beer and sharing stories. Those nights you would
wonder, maybe finally he was seeing you as something other than a friend. Then
a fellow hunter.
All it would take is one sly look from the pretty waitress,
or woman at the end of the bar and he would be off, not even realizing he was
leaving you on your own. Not realizing that with each woman he left with, he
was trampling your heart further and further into the ground.
Howdy! Could you write something with Yondu where
the reader owns a bar and he visits a lot and what not. Maybe they fall in love
over time and he kisses her (Maybe some smut if you are comfortable writing it
if not ignore this part!)
request: omg hi bb!! could u possibly do a remus x reader imagine where they are making out and then james, sirius, peter and frank catch them and no one will stop teasing remus? ily !! <333
yay i love remus w all my heart so this will be fun, ly2!!
All the Gryffindors were either watching Ravenclaw v Slytherin at the Quidditch game, hanging out in Hogsmeade or doing homework. It was a rare occasion that every single Gryffindor was out of the dormitory. It was just you and Remus, talking about whatever stories sparked up from different topics.
“I totally think Ravenclaw is going to win today. Have you seen Lucinda Talkalot’s skills as Keeper? She’s incredible!” Remus exclaimed, breaking off another piece of the chocolate bar you two were sharing. He threw the bar in the space between you two on the couch, as you both were sitting cross-legged on opposite ends of the sofa.
You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the chocolate bar. “Jackson Flint is the best Seeker Slytherin has see in like a decade! That’s got to amount for something!”
This caused Remus to let out a bark like laugh, causing you to cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna make this a bet, (Y/L/N)?” He offered, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows.
“Fine. If I win, you do my Potions homework for a week, and if you win?” You answered.
“If I win…” He hesitated, “You have to do whatever favors I ask of you.”
You let out a huff and bit the inside of your lip. “Deal.” You reached your hand out and he shook it. As you pulled back, both of you hit the chocolate bar and watched as it fell to the floor.
You bent to the floor, the same time he did and both happened to grab it. You looked at him and giggled lightly as you both were bent over, faces inches apart.
He looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes and you looked deep into his. Everything felt right and he must’ve felt the same way because he leaned in at the same time you did.
Both of your lips touched and everything felt like it was landing in place and that his warm lips were made for yours. Your hands slowly came up to his neck and to the back of his head where you ran your hands through his hair. One of his hands laid itself on your waist and the other cupped your face softly. Neither of you pulled away and the both of you were happy about it. You felt safe as he held you there.
Although, neither of you heard the portrait open.
You heard someone cat whistle and both of you pulled apart quickly and looked in the direction it came from.
“Ohhhh, Mr. Moony found himself a Mrs!” James exclaimed, smiling so wide his cheeks probably hurt as he elbowed Sirius in the ribs lightly. Frank put his scarf and jacket on one of the chairs and started making kiss-y noises before laughing as well as the other boys.
“Lads…” Remus said as his face turned completely red and he shifted uncomfortably. You on the other hand, were blushing furiously and giggled nervously. You took his left hand in your right and gave it little squeezes.
“Y’know,” Sirius said as he plopped down in between you two on the sofa and put his arms around both of you, “I always knew you two would end up together, we all did actually, isn’t that right Wormtail?”
Peter nodded, laughing, “We probably saw it from the first day of school. Five years ago.”
“It was about time, really.” Frank mentioned while sitting down on one of the seats.
“I’m just so happy that our little Moons found himself girl.” James mentioned, laughing.
“I’m so going to kill all four of you later…” Remus muttered through gritted teeth as he ran his hands over his face in embarrassment.
“By the way, Slytherin won.” Frank brought up.
“Have fun doing my Potions homework Remus.” You smiled and winked at him as you got up and went upstairs to your dorm.
If Things Were Different - Drake x MC (A Royal Romance Fanfic)
[A little note: Me: reading the latest TRR chapter and thinking of all the glorious angst I could write because I love the two of them together. Me: finally giving into doing it before inspiration withers away].
Racing. Her heart has been racing inside her chest. Beating so loudly that she barely hears his hushed undertones. She thinks for a moment that her ears are playing tricks on her; a dirty illusion because of how much she wrestles with wanting more and the guilt that quickly follows. The guilt of having feelings for someone that cannot be hers, not under these circumstances. She opens her mouth to speak, but shuts it just as quickly by the sudden look of desperation in his eyes.
She’s seen that look before; many times on her own face. From moments where she drops her guard, long enough to give a similar glance in his direction. Moments where the guilt doesn’t feel as thick and she allows her selfish thoughts to think of more. More what ifs and could bes; indulgent fantasies until he notices her intense stare and she has to school her expression again. Until she has to slip her mask once more, for the rest of the world to see. A cool mask, she no longer thinks is hers to wear alone.
He wears one too. She understands it better, except he isn’t hiding behind his now. It is as if he has settled with unraveling right in front of her - unfolding the entanglement of emotions she knows him to bury under snarky wit. Wavering on the boarder of intolerance as it often does - it disappears, and the only shred that’s left behind is seized by vulnerability.
He steps closer and she can’t fathom a reason to step back, to look away, to tell him to leave. All the reasons why she should are in her head but she cannot say them out loud.
His eyes don’t waver from her face, unblinking they search her eyes. They are penetrating, seeking, looking for something - anything.
Her throat has gone dry and she’s suddenly very afraid. Can she admit it to herself? To him? Her own desire of wanting him to speak, overrides her better judgement. She’s scared of waiting anymore for the other shoe to drop. But she’s nearly terrified of wanting more. Her heart wants him to finish. Her mind implores to instruct him to go.
“..If you hadn’t been our waitress that night.” His gaze holds hers,“and I hadn’t been sitting next to Liam…” He trails off but doesn’t look away. He’s looking at her as if he wants her to stop him.
This is her chance. This is when she should say it. I can’t do this to Liam. I can’t do this to you. I can’t do this to me. I can’t do this to us. The words are in her head, screaming at her for release. But she doesn’t. Her eyes are glued to him, and his every move.
“Do you think all of this…”
A ragged breath escapes his lips. His jaw sets like steel before he straightens his shoulders. “Do you think…it could’ve been different between us?” As soon as the words leaves his lips, he stiffens as if he’s waiting for her to react differently. As if he’s waiting for rejection.
Yes. Her heart wants to yell that simple word into existence and she bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stop herself from doing so. Saying it out loud is different from thinking it. Saying it makes it real.
But she wants it to be real. She wants it so desperately that she feels tears prickling at the side of her eyes.
Her mind indulges again in another fantasy, yet another pointless dream of what ifs. But she doesn’t want to block this one - the images burn so brightly, so vividly that she forsakes her sanity.
She pictures them meeting differently, without Liam - without this royal fairytale fantasy hanging in between them like an unspoken barrier. She’d still be in New York instead of Cordonia, bustling tables for any semblance of a good tip every night until she misses a ride home with her one of co-workers; and has to drag her tired feet across the street. She won’t even notice him at first. Not until she sees him standing under the same bus shelter. His hair is as long as it was right now; except it’s pulled back from his face and he’s wearing a thick jacket when he spots her too.
The weather would have turned bad by then, with the downpour of heavy rain stopping either of them from creating a wide berth of each other. She’d be shivering from the cold, and he’d say something irritably about women not bringing their jackets when he’d notice the lack of one on her. And she would snap back at him about chivalry being dead. His lips would curve into a smile then; not a full smile because those are rare but just a small twist. And it would be just enough to make her miffed, and ignoring all his efforts of taking his jacket would seem as the natural course of action. Until her teeth started to chatter. Until she’d have no choice but to begrudgingly accept. Then as the weather turned worse, they’d huddle against each other for warmth and start talking about the crappy weather. Maybe he’d even mention where he was staying and why he was in New York to begin with.
Her heart twists at the thought and she pictures them walking hand in hand walking across New York Times Square, enjoying their first Christmas together months later.
Yes. Things could have been very different.
He’s been staring at her this entire time, waiting for her to say something. When she opens her mouth again, finally words have come out. “It would’ve been different.” She says simply, lowering her gaze. “Sure you would’ve still been gruff and I would’ve have let you get away with anything…” A small smile stretches across her cheeks as she glances up at him again. “But all the rest? Yeah, it would’ve been different.”
She can’t help thinking about the other versions of her, of him - the ones that had the chance to meet under bus shelters and spent moments in bars sharing their favorite glasses of whiskey. Her heart aches for the versions of themselves she will never meet. “Maybe everything would’ve been different.”
“Riley…” He trails off and his voice has gone hoarse.
The distance between them gradually disappears until she feels his cool hand across her cheek. His eyes flicker and darken until they steal her breath away. Leaning her cheek towards his gentle caress, she closes her eyes for a moment to savor his touch. “Drake…” She mutters softly, stepping closer.
He freezes and suddenly his cool mask is back on. The moment between them has shattered. “Dammit.” He swears. “What am I even doing?”
She watches those dark eyes turn furious and reels away as if she’s been slapped.
He releases a tired breath and runs his hands through his tousled hair. “I need to go.” He mutters. “I should go.”
He’s going to leave. He’s going to pretend none of this ever happened. The thought terrifies her, and before she can stop herself; her hand reaches out pulling on his wrist until he goes completely still. With her heart hammering inside her chest, she presses her cool face against the slight dampness of his back. He feels like home.
He doesn’t move at first and they are both quietly still. Neither of them speak and Riley is only aware of the sounds of their uneven breathing. Minutes passes by, and neither one of them are willing to let go until finally Drake clears his throat. “Tinsley…you shouldn’t.” He inhales sharply. “You can’t.”
She wedges her eyes closed and doesn’t loosen her arms around him. She hates herself for being so weak, for wanting more. Isn’t he allowed to be her weakness too? “Don’t you get tired of being so careful all the time?” She whispers. She is, she’s so tired of fighting - tired of pretending she doesn’t want this. Whatever this is between them. The pull and push connection she’s never felt with anyone else.
“Constantly.” He mumbles back, before twisting until she’s finally facing him again.
The cool mask dissolves into an uncertain smile, and she’s struck by how differently he’s looking at her. She’s so used to seeing him smirk that the sudden softness in his express has taken her off guard. He’s looking at her as if she’s special, as if he wants her - no needed her.
Her throat has gone dry again and she can’t tear her eyes away.
His eyes dips to her lips and suddenly she’s forgotten how to swallow. “I’m so damn tired of it.”
She feels his fingers softly brush by her ear before travelling along the soft folds of her hair, untangling it’s wavy ends and arching her chin forward. Her eyes grow wide but she makes no move to stop him, when he finally closes the remaining distance between them.
His breath is hot against her lips. Her heart surges and her hands have gone slack beside her. They feel heavy, and her chest feels as if it’s about to burst. When she opens her lips slightly to meet his - she is suddenly met with cool air when he lurches away.
For a moment all she can do is blink. She blinks a few times, until rationale has begun creeping back in. Standing very still, she watches the man in front of her let out a frustrated cry before stepping away completely.
She steps back too, and when she stares up at him again, he’s a safe distance away. Her heart sinks with disappointment.
“I’ve,” His eyes glance up at her again. “I’ve got to get out of here.” He steps towards her but frowns just as quickly once he realizes his mistake. “Now.”
“Before I do something we might both regret.” His face curves into a bitter smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
She doesn’t trust herself to speak, simply nods as he wanders to the door. He pauses to look back at her and she sees everything she’s ever wanted laid out in front of her.
A man that doesn’t expect more than what she’s able to give. A man that could love her a thousand different ways, over a thousand different lifetimes. But she tells herself she can no longer indulge fantasies, in different versions of their lives that has never existed. She cannot afford to expect a different ending to their probably tragic story.
Do you have any stories/quotes about John and Paul when they were teenagers in Liverpool?
“I used to go round to Aunt Mimi’s house and John would be at the
typewriter, which was fairly unusual in Liverpool. None of my mates even
knew what a typewriter was. Well they knew what it was but they didn’t
hae one. Nobody had one.” Paul
‘John had a chocolate bar, and he shared it with me. And he didn’t give
me some of his chocolate bar. He didn’t give me a square of his
chocolate bar. He didn’t give me a quarter of his chocolate bar. He gave
me half of his chocolate bar. And that’s why the Beatles started right
there.’ Isn’t that fantastic? It’s the most important story about the
Beatles, and it’s in none of the books!’ Paul
“John and I grew up like twins although he was a year and a half older
than me. We grew up literally in the same bed because when we were on
holiday, hitchhiking or whatever, we would share a bed. Or when we were
writing songs as kids he’d be in my bedroom or I’d be in his. Or he’d be
in my front parlour or I’d be in his, although his Aunt Mimi sometimes
kicked us out into the vestibule!” Paul
Paul used to come to my front door. He’d lean
his bike against the fence and look over at me with his sheep eyes and
say ‘Hello, Mimi. Can I come in?’ ‘No, you certainly cannot,’ I’d say. Mimi
“It was the Easter school holidays and John and I had hitchhiked down
from Liverpool to help out in the pub. We
generally dossed around for a week and worked behind the bar. Then Mike
said that me and John should play there on the Saturday night. So we
made our own posters and put them up in the pub: “Saturday Night – Live
Appearance – The Nerk Twins.” Paul
When I caught sight of him, when John brought him home for
the first time, I thought “Oh-ho, look what the cat’s dragged in.” He
seemed so much younger than John–and John was always picking up waifs
and strays. I thought “Here we go again, John Lennon… another Shotton.”
[…] He was well-mannered–too well-mannered. He was what we call in
Liverpool “talking posh” and I thought he was taking the mickey out of
me, John’s little friend, Mr Charming.I used to tease John by saying “chalk and cheese”, meaning how different
they were, and John would start hurling himself around the room like a
wild dervish shouting “Chalkandcheese! Chalkandcheese!” with this stupid
grin on his face” - Mimi
played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by
Said, “baby, I just want to dance”
He really needed a break, he kept telling himself. Really really needed a break. This
whole Youtube business proved time and time again just how ridiculously
stressful it can be and Sean felt like the walls of his office had started to
close in on him. Pushing himself away from editing, he somehow managed to slip
on his hat and rush out the door to greet the sunset before it faded into the
horizon. The air was still pleasantly warm when he stepped outside, inhaling a
greedy breath and immediately feeling much better. Taking a few more leisure
steps down the pavement he suddenly remembered that he forgot to lock the door
and had to go back.
- dennis takes the commuter rail to work now after a small incident during a traffic buildup on the highway where he got out of his car and starting screaming at people to move through their windows. mac is the conductor who goes around and checks everyone’s tickets. he feels super badass because he gets to wear a walkie talkie and the ticket hole-puncher could act as a deadly weapon if needed. dennis gets on at the first stop each morning and sits in the same seat—it’s next to the window that allows the perfect lighting for him to fix up his makeup in his pocket mirror—and always spreads out his bag and items on the seat next to him so no one can sit there. mac always lingers after checking dennis’ tickets, hoping to strike up a conversation before the next stop where it starts to get busy, but dennis barely pays him attention, too busy with scrolling through his Important Work Emails to notice. usually mac would yell at people for taking up two spots, but he lets it slide for dennis.
- dennis joins a gym because he feels like he’s losing his perfect physique from sitting around at work all day. he’s tried not eating anything but he’s still losing his tone. the first time he goes he notices a well-built guy with muscular arms on one of the workout bikes. he’s going pretty fast and sweating hard and dennis wants to laugh because he knows if that were him he’d barely break a sweat given how naturally athletic he is. knowing he can one up Arm Guy, he takes the bike next to him, peering over to see what speed/resistance he’s going at and sets his level even higher. within five minutes he faints, falling off the bike and hitting his head on the floor. he comes to a few minutes later, eyes cracking open, and sees dark, fluffy hair and brown concerned eyes. he feels a wet towel on his head. “you okay, bro?” Arm Guy asks. dennis mumbles something about not eating today and that it had nothing to do with how in shape he was and Arm Guy —mac, he learns—helps him stand up and then buys him a fruit shake at the smoothie bar downstairs.
- dennis gets shared custody of his son brian jr. and moves closer to him and his mother so he can see him more often. his first week taking care of brian, dennis brings him to elementary school before work. he’s never been there before and is less than pleased when the first two people he meets are charlie, the school janitor who smells of cheese and carries rat traps in his pockets, and artemis, the brazen principal who has a tendency for oversharing information about her body and smokes in the halls. he’s about to go rage and scream about the poor health standards and unconscionable behavior when brian jr. happily calls out “mr. mcdonald!” and runs over to a guy with slicked-back hair who’s wearing a tie and a tight, short-sleeved button up that showed off his buff, tattooed arms. the teacher gives brian a high-five as he answers “hey little dude!” he then looks up and notices dennis. his expression changes and he clears his throat as he stands. “you must be brian’s dad,” he smiles with an extended arm. “i’m mac mcdonald, brian’s first grade teacher.” dennis shakes his hand reluctantly, suspiciously eyeing the man. maybe he’d give the place a chance. for now.
summary: you and bucky are both part of the winter soldier programme and are partners when a recent mission for HYDRA goes wrong…
A/N: ditching revision for a song fic / oneshot! It’s quite long so i don’t think this counts as a oneshot? or does it? idk, enjoy anyways :)
Even though Y/N and Bucky were stone cold soldiers in the presence of their handlers, when they were left for the night in their damp cells and their memories slowly faded into the light, they would talk between the bars to share each other’s company. Telling each other stories as the memories began pouring in and knowing one another more and more by the second. Any ordinary person would say this was another cliche, forbidden love that would conquer all, but they were no ordinary people in an ordinary world. They were dangerous, and so was their love.
“I wonder if they notice I’m gone?”
Bucky tuned his head to Y/N as she sat in the opposite cell, both of them rested their heads against the one of three walls to their cell. He stayed silent, knowing what her sudden questions that broke the silence meant, he didn’t know what words would comfort her.
Y/N let out a pained sigh, “The last thing I said to my family was that I hated them, the car crash on the news must’ve been the last thing they heard of me.”
Before Bucky could speak a red light started flashing in the hallway, signalling they were needed for another mission. They both stood and faced the wall opposite the cell bars, knowing the routine and preparing to be handcuffed.
“Y/N,” Bucky said facing the wall. “Try to remember, but don’t show your emotions…no matter what.”
“No matter what.” Y/N said before their handcuffs clicked closed.
Blood was splattered across the walls of every corridor, the bodies it came from cut, bruised, broken and laying limp at the foot of the wall. When in their Winter Soldier mode, the two didn’t care what they left behind them, as long as they retrieved what was needed and no one was left breathing.
Just as Y/N snapped a man’s neck, a sudden rush of realization hit her; her ears starting ringing. She turned to see the Winter Soldier holding a gun to another man’s forehead.
dark as midnight, six-pack Corrs light you don’t look the same
“Bucky wait!” At the sound of his name the Soldier froze and looked Y/N in the eye. “Don’t do it. That’s not you.”
His steel blue eyes were looked onto hers as he pulled the trigger, the man’s blood spraying across the wall behind him and leaving a few marks on the Soldier’s uniform. He turned and walked away but Y/N stopped him with a strong grip to his arm and spun him to face her.
“Bucky, listen to me this isn’t you. We can leave this behind; stop this it’s not right.” As she pressed a hand to his cheek his face softened and became Bucky once more. The recent memory wipe and trigger words failed and had little effect this mission. He nodded and they ran for the entrance from which they came.
past my bedtime, blue and red lights come take you away
From the shadows of night, bright lights caught the attention of Y/N from a nearby window. Blue and red flashed across their faces as they stared into the street, either someone inside the building had contacted the police or someone outside had suspected a break-in. Either way it wouldn’t end well for the two. Especially when they got back to Hyrda. As if one cue, thousand’s of volts of electricity were sent through Y/N and Bucky’s bodies, rendering them unconscious, before they where taken back to Hydra’s facility.
Y/N regained consciousness on the damp floor of her cell, to see her’s and Bucky’s handlers staring down at her through her cell bars. Bucky was also standing there; or rather the Winter Soldier. He didn’t move nor seem to breath, he stared down at Y/N with a lust to kill.
Y/N was dragged through the facility to the main entrance; she had never been in this part of the facility in her normal state of mind, so whatever awaited for her outside was a mystery. Her handler went to the door and stood ready to open it.
Bucky’s handler spoke from behind her, “Maybe you should think about the consequences of your actions before you carry them out. We trained you to perfection yet you want to risk the life of your lover to betray us?” He nodded to Y/N’s handler who then opened the door and then shoved her outside to her knees.
She let in a sudden gasp of air when she was met with the freezing temperatures of the wild as snow and wind hit her visible skin. The facility was in a large, snow-covered clearing that was outlined with countless evergreen trees. It was beautiful to look at but a burden to experience.
“You deserve better Y/N. But you’re just too human.” She heard the facility doors screech shut behind her, leaving her alone and vulnerable in the cold. Although, the crunching of snow beneath heavy boots behind her drew closer, revealing she had company.
Y/N stood and turned to meet Bucky; fully clothed and weaponized and in perfect condition for the weather, in contrast to her unarmed form in a tank top and combat trousers. His hand rested on the slot that held his most used and trusted knife.
hate to see you like a monster, so I run and hide hate to ask, but what’s its like to leave me behind?
Even though she had the ability to, Y/N didn’t need to read Bucky’s mind to know what would play out next. He wasn’t Bucky now, he was the Winter Soldier, and he was told his mission. A wolf; given and told to hunt his prey. Before he could act, she ran.
She ran for the cover of the trees, which was no more than 50 meters away, close behind her she could hear snow crunching under Bucky’s rapid footsteps. As the two ran and meandered between the trees, they were soon lost; although neither of them cared, for they both had a goal they needed to reach: kill, and survive.
Y/N had managed to lose Bucky in a part of the forest and hid amongst a cluster of trees; she was exhausted and would soon freeze to death if she didn’t find a way to civilization. She was soon unable to move from the long exposure to the cold and sat there shivering, waiting. Which seemed to be the Winter Soldier’s tactic.
Bucky stepped out from behind the trees in the distance and slowly advanced towards Y/N’s shriveled form, his knife ready to take it’s victim. When he reached her he did nothing but stand above her. Y/N had discovered her own knife hidden in her boot a while ago and was ready to defend herself when she found it. But since then she had grown too drained and the adrenaline had stopped flowing. What is he waiting for?
I won’t be, no I won’t be like you
“Just do it.” Y/N breathed out. “I’m not going to fight you. If its what you have to do then do it.”
For a second, Bucky’s muscles tensed and his face scrunched up in indecision.
fighting back, I’m fighting back the truth
At the sight of this Y/N had a glimpse of hope. “I know you know who I am. You are not this type of man. They do not control you!” But Y/N new Hydra wouldn’t make the same mistake, Bucky’s memory wipe and trigger words would’ve been used to their full extent. But to her dismay, Bucky dropped his knife and knelt down in front of her.
eyes like yours can’t look away
Bucky supported himself with one hand on the ground next to Y/N, while the other came to rest on the back of her neck. His breathing was calm and slow, and his body heat alone began to warm her freezing body. Those captivating, steel blue eyes stared into her soul as she was brought out of her agonizing pain and into a still movement of bliss.
but you can’t stop DNA, no you can’t stop DNA
For the first time in a minute he broke eye contact with her to close his eyes and rest his forehead against hers. There was a moment where everything in Y/N’s mind moved in slow motion as she shared this well awaited moment. After getting to know each other from between cells bars for so long, she always wondered what it would be like to be held by him. For once she wasn’t in pain.
But without her noticing, Bucky had slipped Y/N’s knife out of her hand and now held it tightly in his grip.
He muttered the words, “Goodnight, Soldier.” before plunging the knife into Y/N’s chest. She didn’t scream, for she had no energy, she couldn’t struggle, for she was frozen in her place. As she lay there gasping for life, her thick warm blood ran from her wound and pooled onto the pristine white snow next to her.
As the Winter Soldier’s body slowly took him away, Y/N spoke a few words for him before he left, “Don’t remember this, try not to show your emotions…no matter what.”
Her last relieving breath sent a white cloud of warm breath rising upwards into the air.