Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol
Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!
The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.
Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.
Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.
“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”
“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.
Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.
You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.
Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.
Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.
“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”
“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.
“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”
“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.
Soon enough, Monday rolled around.
School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.
Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.
You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.
Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.
“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.
“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.
“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.
You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.
Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.
“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.
Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.
But they did. Just your luck.
“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.
“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.
Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.
“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”
Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.
“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”
Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”
“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.
“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”
“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.
“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”
“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.
“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.
“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”
- 6 months later -
Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.
Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.
“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”
“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”
“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”
Y’ALL YOU CAN CALL ME JOANNE BECAUSE I PULLED OFF THE ULTIMATE SCAM LAST NIGHT.
I’ve been seeing the same POT for a month now. Yesterday was our fourth meet and I was going to mentally declare him an SD from now on. You’d better believe that was C A N C E L L E D.
After spending two hours getting ready, I drove another two hours in the snow in Toronto traffic to meet this man at a restaurant for our date. I got there, grabbed a table and sat down when he texted me saying he fell asleep and to order for him because he would be there soon. This really pissed me off because the last time we met up he was an hour late, and the time before that he was off by 20 minutes. Now, I had already spent money and time driving to the restaurant so my ass was NOT about to turn around and leave. No, I knew he would come, even if it took 2 hours. And it did. Straight up, two hours.
Luckily my boyfriend came and saved the day by covering my tab and letting me use his laptop to charge my phone in the restaurant. He stayed with me until this man arrived.
I walked out to his car, smiling and pretending everything was okay, because my ass already had a plan.
There was no way I’d be fucking and sucking this dude tonight. No way in hell! Had it been a vanilla man I would’ve already blocked his number and forgot his name but I was going to suck this man dry of every hour of my time that he wasted.
I turned to him, smiling and said, “babe, do you want to go to the mall?”
You’d better believe his ass took me to the Eaton Center, scrambling to make up for tonight. I had him withdraw $2,000 cash and buy me $400 worth of Steve Madden and Aritzia gear. Then, before it was time to leave, “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, “I’ll meet you outside once you grab the car from the parking garage.”
And what the fuck did I do? I grabbed an Uber and hauled my ass back home. If anyone saw a young woman running down the street in Louboutins and an arm full of shopping bags last night, that was me.
After two hours of texting him and pretending I couldn’t find him outside, he got the hint.
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Presenting: Scorpius…the rapper. (I’m so sorry - I don’t know what any of this is.)
Doodle inspired in part by the incredible works of @platinasi. 😄Wishing you luck on the upcoming national nursing license exams!! ✨
-Yes, that’s supposed to be the Time-Turner on his chain. Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it. True, only the adults use this one in Cursed Child, but let’s just ignore that, okay?
-So I like to think Scorpius’s propensity for singing + killer pun game + tendency toward wordiness in general = rapper potential.
-But you can’t deny that the boy who gave us “engorgimpressed” and “it’s time that time-turning became a thing of the past” wouldn’t be able to spit some clever rhymes. Plus he genuinely sings nearly every other line in the play so he’s clearly musically inclined.
-The biggest challenge he faces is choosing a rapper name to use during the one (1) week (albeit the longest week of poor Albus’s life) that he spends fixating on this potential career path. There are simply too many to choose from. I mean…
(Btw, Albus is normal, Scorpius is italics.)
-“Scorpius the Dreadless”
-“Malfoy the Unanxious”
-“Son of the Dark Lord” “Do you really want more people to call you that?” “I thought maybe I should just embrace it…”
-“Pepper Imp” “Scorpius, no, you can’t call yourself that.” “But there’s a Muggle rapper named after a Muggle candy! Have you ever tried Muggle candy? It’s fan-taaastic!”
-“$corpiu$” “We’re supposed to be English, remember?” “Oh, right…”
-“MC Awkward” (I shit you not, I took a rapper name quiz as Scorpius and this is what it came up with for him.)
-“Floorpius.It’ll make more sense when I’m famous for my breakdancing. I’m playing the long game, Albus.” “Please…no more-pius.” (Credit to @ohscorbus for coining “Floorpius.” Bless you for this gem.✨)
-“Hyper.i.on.am”“But you’ve changed it.” “So?” “So it’s technically not your middle name anymore.” “It’s close.” “It won’t make sense now, Scorpius.” “But I’m…so hyper…”
-“Master Malfoy…It’s what our House-elf calls me…”
-“Hyper Ion”“That’s not even clever.”
-“Lil Scorpy” “OKAY, ALBUS! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION.” “No, no, Scorpius, I was kidding - it was a joke!” “NOPE. I LIKE IT. CALL ME THAT.” “S-scorpius…p-please…I’m begging you…no.”
*12 hours later*
-“Scorpioncé”“Go to sleep, Scorpius.”
-He’s also definitely tried to commit the Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood to memory via rap.
-And on one hand, I think Scorpius probably listens to songs and is entirely oblivious to any and all innuendo present, but on the other hand…engorgimpressed.
This is a fic based off @styxetal ‘s lost au and I hope to continue it! Please go check out their artwork, its absolutely fantastic. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter one: He changed the game.
Quiet steps sounded throughout the small shop and the stone floor was freezing. Alexander tugged the scarf closer around him and glanced around in the dim area.
“Hello?” A voice echoes through the area and Alexander stills, whipping his head around to find the mysterious voice. “Who is out there?” It continues and Alexander bites his lip, taking slow steps back, his hands grasping the shop counter as he crouched down. The was a moment of silence before light from one of the candles illuminated the shop. Alexander gasps quietly and dove out of sight, hearing the shop owner walk around.
After what seemed like hours, the owner grumbles and blows out the candle, saying something about mice. Alexander let out the breath he was holding in and stood up once the man was gone, immediately spotting the necklace he was after. He snatched it and with that, he was back into the dark night.
Summary: Lucy is in desperate need of a break from the mage life and embarks on a two week cruise alongside her partner, Natsu. What they don’t know is that it’s a cruise designed specifically for couples. With no other choice than to pretend they are married, the two try to enjoy the cruise the best they can, all the while dealing with uncharted feelings.
Natsu’s eyes blinked open as he woke with a pained groan. Immediately the boy writhed into fetal position, hugging his knees against his chest. Sweat dotted his pale face as his stomach lurched with every wave that crashed against the boat.
Rolling over in order to throw himself out of bed and into the bathroom, Natsu instantly stilled seeing Lucy’s peaceful form dozing away without a care in the world. Her golden hair was splayed around her like a halo and her pink lips were slightly parted. Who was he to disturb such a peaceful sleep?
With as much patience and control as he could manage, Natsu inched towards the foot of the bed before swinging his feet over and getting off. Now that he was safe from waking up his partner, the boy bolted into the bathroom, immediately throwing up inside the toilet. Tears welled in the dragon slayer’s eyes as his stomach heaved. Not having ate dinner the night before, he quickly ran out of things to throw up. But that didn’t stop his stomach from feeling like shit. All he could do was lay on the tile floor in absolute pain.
Lucy gave a soft groan as her eyes fluttered open due to hearing soft whines. Lazily sitting up, the girl wiped the crust from her eyes and glanced around. Hearing Natsu’s whines coming from the bathroom, the blonde got out of bed and headed towards him, only to see him curled up on the floor.
“Natsu? Are you okay?” Lucy questioned in concern.
“Not at all…” the boy answered, his cheeks puffing out again.
The blonde frowned, feeling a bit guilty for his sickness. Maybe dragging him with her wasn’t the best idea after all, and that was without the whole marriage predicament.
“Let’s get you to go see a mage that can help with this,” Lucy suggested, wrapping an arm around him and helping him up. Natsu wordlessly nodded and together they took slow steps out of the room and towards the stairs.
Arriving at the lobby, Lucy quickened her pace, which in turn caused Natsu to do the same. They approached the front desk, worrying the receptionist.
“Is your husband alright?” the older woman questioned in alarm.
Lucy’s cheeks warmed, remembering they were supposed to be married. “He has motion sickness.”
The receptionist immediately understood and beckoned for another worker to come. This woman was younger, just a few years older than them. Her gaze dropped on the disheveled Natsu. With a green glow enveloping her hands, the woman casted a spell onto the boy.
Natsu perked feeling the immediate relief. “Whoa, what spell was that?”
“It was just a basic spell to balance your insides,” the woman answered.
“How long will it last?”
“It lasts on most patients for the whole day.”
“Yosh! This is better than Troia! Let’s go, Lucy! I’m all fired up!”
Lucy bit back a smile and her cheeks flushed as Natsu grabbed her hand and led her away from the front desk. Either he was really excited about checking out the boat’s shops like they planned last night, or he was really good at pretending to be her husband. The blonde gazed at their intertwined fingers, not blind to the heat that traveled through her body from the contact. Surely it must be because he was a fire dragon slayer, right?