#but it's hilarious that people act surprised when i swear or drink alcohol

[anaalnathrakhs]

"i didnt expect you to be so crude" common mistake actually! see, i was a pathologically lonely child who retreated into the internet until i was almost legally an adult. this is roughly the equivalent of leaving a kid into the magazines section of the gas station for six years. sure, i'm socially inept and i had a whole lot of time to learn weirdly specific fun facts about linguistics and whatnot, but also i was locked in with all the porn.

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

—

Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

—

The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

—

‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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Not Your Fault

This is a FNAF: Blueycapsules tickle fic requested by an anonymous. I hope you enjoy it!

(TW: ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, NEGLECT, CHILD DEATH, AND EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN)

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"Are you sure about this, Vinny?"

"Totally sure, Scotty. Besides, Michael needs it."

"I know, just.....Please be careful..."

"I will, I will. I know how to handle my brother."

Vincent adjusted his tie one last time while looking in the mirror, it hilariously clashed with his favorite bacon-patterned button up, but he didn't care, his nephew needed him.

He pulled his shoulderblade-length hair into a low ponytail, grabbed his car keys, and headed toward the door.

"Vin, wait." His phone-headed husband interjected.

"Yes?"

"Tell....Tell Michael that I send him warm regards."

Vincent sighed, and wrapped his husband in a big hug."I will, Scott..."

Scott returned the hug, and Vincent sneakily dragged his finger across his phone cord, causing Scott to jolt at the ticklish feeling.

"AHA- Vincent!" Scott squealed, playfully pushing him away.

Vincent chuckled, blew him a kiss and left his mobile home to his twin brother's house.

-KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK-

"If that's fockin Henry again, I swear..." William grumbled, walking to the front door. He opened it, surprised to see Vincent standing on the porch.

"The fock are you doin' 'ere?"

"I've come to see how you and Michael are doing." Vincent answered, scrunching his nose at the sheer smell of alcohol on the short man.

"Well then, come on in! Michael's been upstairs cryin' day n' night. Hasn't slept a wink." William said, leading his brother into the house.

Vincent blinked in surprise, how could William act this nonchalantly about his own son's grief?! Especially when he was the cause of it?! He shouldn't be surprised, William never was a caring man, let alone a father. It just got worse after Sunny passed.

William flopped back on the couch, popped the bottle opened, and chugged half of the thing in one swig.

"Jesus..."

"Oi, wanna drink? I got lots o' bottles..." William offered, holding up another unopened bottle.

"No thanks, I'm gonna check on Michael..." Vincent denied, waving him off.

"Booooo..."

Vincent scoffed, walking up the tall set of stairs to Michael's room. Poor kid, losing his mother at such a young age, having Will as a father, and now he just lost his brother in the accident, leaving just him and Liz, though Liz isn't exactly the best for him either. Poor girl is so neglected that she blames Mike and says he did it to get all of thier dad's attention, luckily, Henry was taking care of her right now. He could talk to her.

The flashing lights, blaring pop music, and massive amount of people were overwhelming enough, but he just had to make it worse.

There the birthday boy was, lying on the floor blubbering as his brother and his friends circled him.

"Your brother's kind of a baby, isn't he?" The one in the bunny mask said.

"It's fockin hilarious, innt? The one in the fox mask answered with a menacing laugh.

"Say, how 'bout we help him get a closer look?" Fox continued.

Suddenly, the four teens picked him up, carrying him over to the singing yellow bear of their father's creation.

Cry. That was all the poor child could do. Cry and beg for them to put him down. But nobody helped, only his sister was scolding his brother from afar.

"Hahaha! I think the birthday bitch wants to give ol' Fredbear a biiiiig kiss!" Fox laughed.

Soon the child's whole head was shoved into the bear's mechanical mouth, his legs flailing about as his brother and his friends laughed their sorry asses off.

"FATHA, COME LOOK-"

"OH FUCK-"

-CRUNCH-

Silence. Then screaming. Then more silence.

Blood. Blood smeared across the bear's face. Blood splattered on the stage and the brother's clothing and face. Blood on Henry's hands from pulling the lifeless body form the animatronic's mouth.

He did this. It was his fault. He's a murderer. No better than his father. He-

"Michael?"

The teen blinked. His uncle's voice pulled him away from the horrendous memory that repeated in his mind. He pulled the covers away from his face.

"Come in." He answered, his voice barely there.

Vincent opened the door, and there was his oldest nephew, his eyes glazed over. Tear tracks stained his face, his expression was unreadable, it was like he was nothing but an empty husk of what he used to be.

"How you doing, kiddo?" Vincent asked, placing his hand on Michael's shoulder, which the boy flinched at.

Michael l didn't answer.

"C'mon, kid, you gotta help me out here."

Michael sighed, and turned to Vincent.

Looking into his uncle's eyes, everything just caved in. Michael started sobbing, and threw himself into his arms.

"I-I'm a MURDERER! I'M A MONSTER! *HIC* I-I MURDERED MY BROTHER! I DON'T DESERVE T-TO LI-"

"Now you stop with that. It was an accident and you know it."

"B-but...but..."

"No buts." Vincent said, slowly pulling away and standing up. "I'll be right back. Don't do anything, okay?"

Michael nodded, still sobbing.

Vincent briskly left the room and grabbed a box of tissues and poured Mike a glass of water. Then, he made his way back upstairs.

He snuck a quick glance at William, who was passed out on the couch, a bag of chips in his hand. Vincent sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

He returned to Mike's room, handed him the tissues and the water, which was chugged down in an instant.

"There. Better?"

Michael l sniffed. "No...No, I'm not..."

"Oh kid, c'mere"

Michael l quickly returned to Vincent's arms, the sobbing continued. Vincent stayed silent, he didn't try to make him stop crying. If he told him to stop, he would just bottle it all up, that's not healthy.

After a good twenty minutes, the crying stopped, replaced with unsteady breathing with occasional hiccups.

Michael lifted his head, his eyes red and empty. His face fixated on a sad expression, a frown was the only thing that decorated his face.

Vincent frowned himself, he wanted to see Michael smile again, if only for a brief moment

"Oh, Uncle Scotty sends his warm regards." He said, smiling and wrapping his arm around Michael's shoulders.

"Okay. Thank you." Was his only reply.

Vincent sighed, then remembered something.

Earlier, he had made Scott feel a little better by tickling him. If that worked for Scott, maybe...

Sneakily, he poked Michael's side, resulting in a surprised jolt and slight giggle.

"Oh, Michael, what was that?" Vincent teased.

"NOTHINGIMGOINGTOSLEEPNOWGOODNIGHT" Michael said a bit too fast.

His nephew swiftly tried to bury himself in his blankets, he knew what was coming.

"Oh, Michael l~" Vincent teased, wiggling his fingers, guess who's coming for a visit!"

"Nohohohohoooo. FOHOCK YOU!" Michael cursed.

Vincent gasped dramatically. "There is NO FUCKING CURSING in this household! The Tickle Monster's gonna have to punish you!"

Suddenly, Vincent pounced, his fingers wiggling Micheal's sides.

"WAITWAITWAIT NOHOHOHO! Ihihihihi'm sohohohohohorry!"

"Too late for "sorry"! Face my wrath!"

"Hahahahahaha! Uhuhuhuhuncle!"

"Are you calling uncle or addressing me?"

"Bohohohohoth?"

"Well, too bad!"

Then, Vincent raised his fingers up to Michael's ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! UHUHUHUHUNCLE VIHIHIHIHIHINNY! STOHOHOHOP!"

"Hmmm. Nope!"

Michael was thrashing around on the bed. Getting tangled in the blankets. He quickly grabbed a pillow, and began hitting his uncle, hoping it would deter him.

"Hey! That ain't gonna work, you little shit!" Vincent laughed, snatching the pillow away from him.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO! GIHIHIHIHIHIVE IHIHIT BAHAHAHAHACK!"

"Not a chance!"

Michael was NOT about to give up. He brought his leg up and began gently pushing Vincent away with his foot. His hands were too busy flailing around.

Suddenly, Vincent's hand wrapped around his ankle.

"You want me to tickle you here? Okay!" He teased, then began tickling Michael's sole and arch.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! YOU BAHAHAHAHAHASTAHAHAHARD!"

"That's strike two, Michael, one more and I go for the BAD spot~"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Suddenly, something caught Vincent's eye.

On the floor was a small white feather, probably from where Michael hit him with the pillow.

Excellent...

He grabbed the feather and began flossing it between Michael's toes.

"AAAHHHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHAHAHA! SH-SHIHIHIHIHIT!"

Then, Vincent halted his attack, a wicked smile growing on his face.

"Strike three..."

Suddenly, Vincent shoved his hands into Michael's armpits, tickling them mercilessly.

"AHHHHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! EEEEEEK!"

Michael threw his head back in wild, uncontrollable laughter. His armpits had always been his death spot. His extreme reaction surprised even Vincent.

"Woohohohoa. Your armpits must suck! You definitely got that from your father-" Vincent stopped himself before he said anything else.

"WHAHAHAHAT?!"

"Nothing! Nothing, heh, just a bad joke." He quickly answered, praying that Michael didn't hear him.

"WHAAHHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAPIT! AHAHAHAHA!"

Oh thank God.

Vincent smiled once again. "Kitchy-kitchy-koo~ Kitchy-kitchy-kitchy-koo~" He teased like the sadistic bastard he was.

"OHOHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOD! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! OHOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT'S TOO MUHUHUHUCH!"

Vincent quickly realized that Michael was crying, his face bright red. Okay. Time to stop.

Michael gasped for air as his uncle removed his hands, curling up into a protective ball before any more tickles could be dealt.

"Haaah....hahaha...I hahahaate you..."

"Aw, love you too, kiddo!"

Michael groaned as he regained his breath, sitting up next to his uncle.

"Thanks,...I guess that helped..."

"Anytime, kiddo!"

"I just feel horrible. First crying to Uncle Henry, a-and now you and-"

"Michael, listen, no matter how many times you cry to us, me and Henry will ALWAYS be there for you, okay?"

"...okay..."

"Alright."

"....What was that you said about fatha?"

Oh shit. Well, no denying it now...

"Oh, well...uhhh...I said you got your ticklish armpits from your dad..."

"Fatha's ticklish?!"

"Oh, yeah. When we were kids, hoo boy, it was BAD. We're both pretty ticklish, but Willy DEFINITELY had it the worst! And it's exactly the same with him as an adult! Still just as ticklish just about everywhere! But his armpits were definitely the worst." Vincent said, laughing at the childhood memories. How did he end up the way he did...

".....Am I like him?..."

Vincent snapped his head around to look at his nephew.

"What?! No, no, nononono! You're NOTHING like William! There's SOME similarities, but children are BOUND to be some like their parents! But trust me, you're NOTHING like him! You're caring, loving, and a good kid! It was just an accident, you didn't mean it!"

Michael sniffed and blinked back tears. "Thank you, Uncle Vincent..."

"You're welcome, kiddo." Vincent said, giving Michael big bear hug.

"The fock are you lot talkin' 'bout?"

The pair turned to see the short man himself standing in the doorway, hands on his hips.

"We were just talking about how I need to get going. Sorry to leave so soon, bro."

"Alroght, just get the fock outta 'ere"

Vincent got up, and walked towards the door.

As he came to William, he sneakily poked him in the armpit, causing him to jump and nearly slam into the wall, letting out a loud squeak.

As William collected himself, he pointed at Vincent with a scowl. "DON'T YOU FOCKIN' START THAT SHIT AGAIN!"

Vincent laughed, and turned back to Michael.

"If you ever need me again, feel free to call me anytime."

"I will, uncle."

"Alright, love ya'll, BYE~!" He said, walking down the stairs to the door.

He walked out the door and headed for his home. Micheal would live with that guilt for the rest of his life, he couldn't cure that. But, at least he was able to make him smile for that moment.

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THE END.

[sunrisefairy]

Chocolate

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 1.8k 

Summary: Y/N drunkenly confesses her feelings for George thinking it is actually Fred she’s talking to.

Warning: mentions of alcohol

A/N: I’m having way too much fun writing again, any feedback is always welcomed and if you have any ideas for future one shots let me know :)

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972​ my first little tag list, my heart ❤️ if anyone else wants to be added, just message me

The Gryffindor common room floor feels like it’s about to take flight with the vibrations from the multiple speakers set up around the room. The Gryffindor quidditch team had won the first game of the year against Slytherin so of course celebrations were in order.

You found herself in the middle of the makeshift dance floor with Alicia and Angelina dancing and singing, no screaming to the music. You jump up on the nearby table taking a big swig of some fire whiskey. You start to swing your hips to the music and continue yelling the lyrics to your favourite song which just started playing. You hear a few people below whistling and cheering you on.

“Yeah! Go Y/N! Woo!” You think it was Angelina calling out, acting as your hype woman.

As the song comes to an end you jump off the table feeling like a rock star. As your feet make contact with the floor you stumble. Your legs seem to give way, maybe it was because of the way you landed but it was most likely because of the amount of alcohol running through your system, you fell to the floor.

“Woah Y/N are you okay?” Alicia was immediately by your side helping you up. You couldn’t control the giggles escaping from your mouth.

“M’ fine babe just need ‘nother drink” your words mixing into each other.

Alicia shakes her head at your drunken state, “I think you need to slow down love. C’mon, come sit down while I get you some water” Alicia guides you over to the couches on the corner of the common room, looking for a free one which isn’t occupied by a couple making out, she spots George sitting alone, perfect she thinks, a mischief glint in her eyes.

“Hey, do you mind watching this one for a minute?” Alicia practically pushes you onto the couch and you might as well be sitting on George’s lap with how close you are to him. The redhead just laughs and nods his head at Alicia who disappears back through the crowd.

The thing with being drunk is your vision tends to get blurry which is exactly what had happened to you, your surroundings becoming fuzzy. Fred and George can be tough to tell apart on a good day so add

some alcohol into the mix and some might find it near impossible. You always prided yourself on the ability to tell the 2 twins apart, noticing subtle differences in their appearance and the way they spoke which helped you realise which one was which. Although the butterflies George never failed to give you when he was in the same room as you, helped you in telling who was who. However right now in this moment you were absolutely certain the redhead sitting next to you was Fred, oh how wrong you were.

“Havin’ a good night then little one?” George says, placing an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to steady your swaying body, maybe using that as an excuse to be close to you.

“Oh loads” you yell over the thumping music, “my foot is kinda sore though, actually ya know what might fix that?” George is too entertained by your drunken rambling to answer. “I think some chocolate will help, don’t ya think chocolate just fixes everything, maybe chocolate has somethin’ magical in it. Don’t you think chocolate is just delicious?” you hiccup, George nods amused.

Your eyes widen as you’re reminded of something “Oh Freddie, I think I know why I love chocolate so much” George doesn’t think he heard you right, did you just call him Fred? He goes to correct you, but you keep talking.

“Chocolate tastes so warm and sweet, it reminds me of Georges eyes, his eyes are so warm and sweet to look at” you say almost dreamingly, George shuts his mouth pretty quickly. “George has the prettiest eyes. I mean he’s got the prettiest everything. His face is like, like it was crafted by angels. And he’s so funny, everything he says makes me smile, I like him so much Freddie.”

George thinks he must be dreaming, surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. You feel your eyes growing heavier by the second, resting your head on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Freddie, promise me you won’t tell George, I couldn’t take it if he doesn’t like me back.” You say curling into his side.

George doesn’t know what to say, part of him wants to tell you that he isn’t actually Fred, that he’s George and he does like you back but the other part of him kind of feels embarrassed he didn’t say anything sooner, so he opts for:

“I’m sure he likes you too.” He doesn’t think you heard it though, judging from the light snores coming from your mouth.

At that point Alicia is back in front of them, thanking George for watching you while she was gone, with a little struggle she is walking you back to your dorm.

~~~

The next morning George is sitting with Lee and Fred in the great hall, spilling everything Y/N said last night.

“I knew she liked you!” Lee exclaims, “like she’s always staring at you during class.”

Fred chuckles “maybe she thought she was staring at me.”

George shoves him in the chest, shaking his head. The tall boy is nervous to see you today. He isn’t sure what he is going to say, George knows he needs to tell you that he feels the same way but a part of him is worried you didn’t actually mean what you said. You were very drunk and drunk people tend to say some random stuff. He doesn’t have much time to dwell over it because he spots you and Angelina walking into the great hall. Your hair is a little crazy, obviously quickly been thrown in a bun and you clearly are sporting a killer hangover but he still thinks you look divine.

“Surprised to see you up so early Y/N, you were very intoxicated last night” Lee laughs as you and Angelina sit down.

You groan, rubbing your eyes “I’m surprised too, I feel like a zombie and my ankle hurts.”

Fred laughs loudly after sending a wink Angelina’s way, “that’s probably from when you jumped off the table after your little dance performance. You went tumbling down. It was hilarious” George whacks his twin over the head, eyeing you slightly as you put some toast on your plate.

“Merlin, I don’t remember that or anything from last night to be honest. It’s all so fuzzy” you mumble as you take a large bite of your toast.

George feels his heart drop a little, although last night you hadn’t realised it was actually him you were talking to, he thought it would be easier to confess his feelings if you actually remember last night, now he was too scared.

~~~

Later that day you and Angelina are back in your dorm room laying on your bed with Alicia talking about previous night.

“What even happened last night? The last thing I remember is dancing and that’s it” you laugh as you flick through a magazine.

“So you don’t remember chatting to George on the couch before passing out? You can thank me for that Y/N, I had the brilliant idea of having George look after you while I went to fetch you some water” Alicia grins.

Alicia and Angelina were the only ones who knew of your major crush on the tall sweet redhead. Many times, they have tried to convince you to just tell George how you feel and even try to meddle themselves.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember if you said anything embarrassing to the boy.

“Huh, are you sure it was George? I swear I was chatting to Fred last night” you chuckle remembering some of your conversation.

Alicia shook her head, “nope it was definitely George, I know that for a fact because when I left to get your water, I passed Fred and Angelina making out” Alicia elbows Angelina’s side who is blushing profusely.

You shrug your shoulders, “well me and George then were having a pretty weird conversation about chocolate actually. I thought it would heal my sore ankle” the girls all giggle as you continue, “it was very random we were talking about chocolate and then…” your voice fades into silence as you remember how that conversation went.

Alicia and Angelina are confused as you leap of the bed and start running out the door, “wait what happened?” you hear Angelina yell as you run out of the room.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, you need to find George. You are beyond embarrassed that you basically confessed your love to George, the whole conversation becoming clearer and clearer in your brain. But you are unsure if you had dreamt the reply Fred, no George had given you as you drifted off to sleep on that couch.

You enter the common room, scanning for a particular redhead who you find sitting on the couch with Fred and Lee. You run up to the group, out of breath.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” you blurt out, feeling very, very nervous.

George break eye contact from whatever he was originally looking at and meets your eyes which are desperately searching for a response “what?” he squeaks out.

Fred and Lee share a look at each other and move from the couch, figuring out that the pair need some privacy although they do continue listening to the conversation from the other end of the common room.

“Last night. On the couch. I told you that I liked you, well, I said I liked George because I thought I was talking to Fred. And then you said ‘I’m sure he likes you too’ so do you? Like me?” you feel like your heart is going to explode and you are well aware of the multiple pairs of eyes staring at yours and Georges exchange which is making you extra scared of the potential rejection.

George nods, not really confident enough to speak right now. What you do next surprises him. If he wasn’t already sitting down, he might have fallen over with the force of you leaping towards him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. George immediately grips your waist and kisses you back. You can hear some people cheering in the background which makes you smile into the kiss.

You pull away slightly breathless, “that’s good then,” George chuckles and you hear Fred from somewhere behind you say rather loudly to Lee.

“Imagine if she kissed the wrong twin.”

“Shut up Fred” You and George say simultaneously.  

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Yay new blog! Congrats! May I request Genshin impact from you, with Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Albedo, Zhongli and how they react/what they’d do if their one-sided crush decided to finally date someone? They confide in them cause they’re “friends”!

*:･ﾟ✧*smacks lips* love my fries seasoned :^)

gn!reader

tw: swearing, character story spoilers

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

“... I see. I wish you the best of wishes, then.”

• One of the men who are unfazed of your sudden confession. He’s a mature man; he isn’t the type to be uppity about his unrequited crush. In fact, he wishes you the best of luck when you plan to confess and even wishes your relationship to be a fruitful and loving one.

• ... Is what he says. But he still can’t stop the stinging in his heart whenever he sees you smile at someone that wasn’t him.

• He reminds himself each night, in the safety of his room, slamming his fist against his chest in hopes to stop the painful beating, that he stands no chance with you. That he shouldn’t hope that you’ll like him back, that he shouldn’t wait for a sliver of hope. That he shouldn’t be an idiot and cease his heart from beating incessantly. 

• Diluc prides himself in sheltering his emotions from prying eyes. He prides in himself that you don’t notice the longing stares he sends you when you weren’t looking. He was happy that you don’t see him pounding his chest with his fist each time you mention your significant other.

• The one thing he wasn’t happy about was Kaeya giving him a knowing look and patting his shoulder. He knows about his brother’s situation and he knows nothing could alleviate the heartache that he was experiencing. Alcohol wasn’t the answer, Kaeya knows that for a bitter fact, so he stands by his brother in solace, understanding his situation and offering him someone who understands the feeling of heartache.

✧ Kaeya Alberich

“Aww, is my little baby growing up and having a crush?”

• Is what he says before downing himself another bottle full of Death After Noon. The more drunk he is, the more that he won’t feel the heaviness in his chest. He’s just a mess even more as he drinks, and drinks, and drinks... He can practically challenge Venti on taking his number one spot of being the most crunked out drunkard but that would probably cost him his life.

• He acts like usual before you said that you were planning to confess to somebody else. Still the same scheming captain of the Knights of Favonius, he teases you on your budding relationship with your crush. It’s like he’s gotten over you quickly if you elect to ignore him drinking his heartache away. 

• It’s... pathetic, really. How both he and Diluc have the same coping mechanism on their crush not returning their feelings. They both string and wrung their hearts by being close to you knowing that it would hurt. The fact that they’re both grown adults being so stupid regarding their feelings is hilarious. Venti would’ve loved to compose a little ditty because of how comedic it was, but Venti wasn’t that shallow.

• Everyday he sees you with someone else, he was reminded of how he was practically all alone in this world. This cements the fact that he was truly abandoned by the world, that he was practically destined to be alone and without anyone to love him. First his father, then his pseudo-father, his oath brother, then you.

✧ Childe

“Are you for real?”

• The most violent reaction, Childe doesn’t take lightly to how you were able to find someone new behind his back. But he composes himself before he slightly loses it because archons the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away. He instead pats your shoulder, giving you a clipped smile before going away.

• But he was one of the smartest ones to take the rejection with stride. He doesn’t help you with your confession, he strays apart from you until the tugging in his heart dies down. He hopes the absence will put his heart at ease but apparently “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” doesn’t exist in Snezhnaya.

• Like his job, he bears the pain regardless of how selfish he wanted to be. He doesn’t have the light in his eyes anymore when he was trapped in the Abyss, but it changed when he met you. For once, he may have gotten the life back into his eyes. But you took that light away and ran with it.

• So he does his job any other day, just like usual. Sleep, eat, fight, and repeat until he stands at the top of the world. But if he doesn’t see you there, whether at his side or beneath his feet, would that even be worth it?

✧ Zhongli

“... Oh? What are your plans then?”

• Also one of the men who are unfazed by your confession. In fact, it doesn’t even seem like he had an interest in you in the first place. He would even help you on confessing. As someone who’s lived so many years, he had his fair share of heartbreak. What’s one little rejection to him? 

• He tries to maintain professional, meeting your supposed crush and honestly being such a good wingman for you. It’s surprising how Zhongli is able to move on so quick and easily, even maintaining his friendship with you without any sort of awkwardness.

• Although... he wonders what would happen if he was your crush. He shouldn’t think like so, but he can’t help but wonder if he would hold you in his arms every night, or wake up to your sleeping face in the morning. Or better yet, hearing your affectionate and loving words.

• As an archon, he has infinite knowledge and even more coming in the next centuries. But as he sips his osmanthus wine, letting his mind wander and leading to you, he wonders if there was anything he could’ve done so that you would’ve confessed to him instead. Either way, he doesn’t dwell on it as much as he would have.

✧ Albedo

“... I see.”

• Also an unfazed man, but the better term would be disappointed. Once you said that you didn’t like Albedo, he immediately closes his heart and doesn’t interact with you as much anymore. He doesn’t have the soft smiles he spares for you anymore, instead opting to leave you be and collect his thoughts. He had spared so much of you, spending his time with you, and for what?

• He closes himself up in his lab and in Dragonspine even more to the point that Sucrose is worried. Ever since distancing himself from you, he dedicates his time and effort to his work. No use crying over failure is his mantra and he doesn’t waste time sulking over you.

• It hurts for a moment when he ignored you, but that was for the best. The less people he has in his life, the less it would hurt whenever he would destroy Mondstat. That was his excuse and it was, quite literally, a horrible excuse now that time has passed.

• He has never felt love ever since his master left him. Now that you were the one who left him, what was there left of him?

[ijustwant2write]

The Tomboy-Shelby Family x Shelby!Sister!Reader

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Tags: @jenepleurepasbaby​ @amirahiddleston​ @bloodorangemoonlight​ @haphazardhufflepuff​ @mzcrazy2​

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a major tomboy and the youngest Shelby and people start to bully her because she never acts like a girl and she comes home crying and everyone comforts her and next time she goes out the boys stand up for her? Thank you!!!’

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Arthur Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), John Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Finn Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Ada Shelby x Shelby!Sister!Reader (siblings), Polly Gray x Shelby!Sister!Reader (aunt)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, homophobia, bullying, crying, fluff

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Woman tutted as she watched past, instantly whispering to each other once she was out of earshot. Men would take a double glance, frowning at the woman’s attire, shaking their heads as they thought about what kind of body was hidden beneath those clothes. (Y/N) never took any notice, knowing that she stood out from the other girls. 

Besides being a Shelby, she was known for not wearing the usual attire a woman of their time would wear. Although she was mostly spotted in suits (falling in love with them after her aunt Pol had showed up in one), (Y/N) surprised those around her by slipping on a dress sometimes, but that was an extremely rare occasion. (Y/N) liked covering up, she wasn’t ashamed of her body, it was just that this was comfier; and leering men wouldn’t ogle at her, she wouldn’t give them the chance. And round Small Heath, there were plenty of people like that.

“That’s a new one (Y/N).” Ada noticed (Y/N) in a new suit as she spotted her across the street.

(Y/N) looked up and down the road before crossing, smiling at her sister and nephew.“Indeed it is. Got a bonus on a job Tommy gave me, thought I would treat myself. Alright Karl?"

The young boy nodded, about to say something when his mother interrupted him.

“A job?!” Ada exclaimed.“Why did Tommy send you?”

“Because I’m perfectly capable. Finn’s starting to take on more jobs, and he’s only a year older than me.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes.“You’re too cocky for your own good. Speaking of the other baby in the family, have you sorted out Finn's birthday present?"

(Y/N) ignored her sister's comment."I have actually! So you are going to be there tomorrow night, at the Garrison?"

"Yes, why do you sound surprised?"

(Y/N) shrugged."Just heard you and Tommy arguing the other day."

"Oh, that was Tommy being an idiot."

"So nothing out of the ordinary?"

Ada laughed."Nope."

"I'm not allowed to go." Karl huffed.

"What?" (Y/N) acted surprised."Why not? It won't be a party if you're not there?"

Ada sighed."Don't encourage him."

"And with that being said, I need to head off. See you tomorrow night Ada, bye Karl!"

She winked at them as she walked away, cheekily smiling to herself when she saw her sister's disgruntled face. She was glad that she wasn't a parent yet, it looked far too stressful.

The day of her brother's birthday had arrived. (Y/N) still lived with her aunt, but left the house early that morning to visit Finn in his new flat. It wasn't the most glamorous place, you would be surprised to find out a Shelby was living in such a place; nevertheless, he was still lucky to have a place of his own. With his presents in her arms, she passed women coming back from a night of working the corner, a few homeless man, and those leaving for work, but she kept a smile on her face. Finn wasn't expecting her, and she knew she was way too excited for his birthday.

Walking down the hall, she was almost at his door when she heard the woman she just passed by mumble something. (Y/N) would have ignored it if the woman didn't continue staring at her.

"Can I help you?" (Y/N) boldly said. She was never afraid to call out someone.

This woman was older, she must have been around Polly's age. She looked away, sighing before speaking."I just don't understand you people."

"'You people'?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You women, if I should even call you that...women that enjoy the company of other women."

"Are you calling me a homosexual?"

"It's pretty obvious isn't it?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Look, I was minding my own business-"

"But you weren't, were you? You decided to make a comment about me under your breath instead of keeping it in your little head."

She scoffed."Oh, there's that attitude, not surprising whatsoever."

"Fuck off you old bat." (Y/N) knocked on Finn's door, praying that he would answer soon.

"Hope you're not seeing some young man, wouldn't want to disappoint him."

"Didn't I already tell you to fuck off?"

Just as she finished her sentence, Finn opened the door, looking confused as to why his sister was there and what was going on. He leaned against the door frame as the woman walked away, glancing down to see (Y/N)'s scowling face.

"Bringing trouble into my neighbourhood?" Finn mumbled, rubbing his eyes from tiredness.

"No, your neighbours are just twats. Anyway, happy birthday!" she exclaimed the last part of her sentence, shoving the presents into his hands.

He stumbled back into his flat, managing to shut the door after (Y/N) let herself in.“Uh, thanks. What are you doing here?”

“Coming to wish my brother a happy birthday?” she sarcastically replied, disappearing into the kitchen before returning with a bottle of whiskey.“And to make sure he starts the day off right!”

“You’ve definitely started to pick up on Tommy’s bad habits.”

Although she was having a good time with Finn, (Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking about the comments made about her. Of course it wasn’t the first time, but she noticed more and more people openly staring or saying something. It was confusing to her as people new who she was, they knew what family she was apart of; she could get them beaten up or even killed. So where had the confidence come from? And why were they even saying anything in the first place? However she wasn’t going to let that show, and she certainly wouldn’t let it effect Finn’s birthday, especially since they were enjoying drinking at such an early hour.

Finn had a suspicion that they would end up in the Garrison that evening, even if there wasn’t an actual party being thrown. He let his sister take him out to a nice restaurant, buy him more presents (though he didn’t mind that when they turned up at the suit shop she frequently visited, they knew how to tailor), and he pretended he didn’t notice there was an edge to her that day. He had seen how easily she flipped her emotions off, though he had also seen the anger and hurt as he opened the door. (Y/N) was a tough Shelby, she would feel belittled if he tried to help her, despite his brotherly instinct desperate to take over.

(Y/N) was awful at acting casual as they approached the Garrison. Finn bluntly told her that he knew people would be waiting for him inside, she profusely denied that, her mouth hurting from trying to suppress a grin. Theatrically opening the doors (that was due to how drunk she already was), Finn flinched as everyone inside cheered, screaming ‘happy birthday’. It was mostly drunk punters who were probably promised free drinks if they acted like they cared, but that didn’t matter to Finn. His brothers, sisters, in-laws, aunt and friends were there. He was handed a glass of whiskey from John, a hard slap on the back following. 

“See?” (Y/N) slurred from beside him.“I told you there was a surprise!”

“(Y/N), you told me there wasn’t a surprise.” he reminded her, feeling lighter but he wasn’t at the same level as (Y/N).

She pouted as she thought.“Oh. Well, cheers!”

(Y/N) concentrated on Finn, gripping onto her glass and keeping her focus on the story he was telling, not the group of people clearly talking about her. There were men and women squeezing into a booth, not so subtly pointing, glaring and chatting away about how she looked and acted. (Y/N) was leaning against the bar just as any other man would, hand in a trouser pocket with the other holding her beer. Apparently it was most entertaining to gossip about her.

“Excuse me?” one of the girls had approached her when she was alone.

(Y/N) sighed, looking down into her drink.“Yes?”

“We were just wondering why you dress like that?”

(Y/N) frowned, a tiny part of her hoping they were being serious.“What?” 

“We just don’t know how you could wear something like that? Have you not seen some of the beautiful dresses out there? Seriously, a suit does nothing for your figure.”

(Y/N) scoffed, slamming her drink down on the bar.“And what if I don’t want to show my figure?”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“It might be the only thing going for you if you don’t change how you hold yourself.”

“I suggest you go sit back down.” (Y/N) sneered as she began to turn away when some men started hollering.

“Don’t bother the gentleman!”

“The lad is just trying to enjoy a drink!”

“Sorry mate, women am I right?”

They all found themselves hilarious, erupting into laughter as the girls returned. People around them would glance back and forth, waiting for the show to start; what would the Shelby’s do about this? Instead, (Y/N) couldn’t find the strength to stay there and ignore it, storming out of the pub and down the street. Her breath was shaky as she sobbed, unable to hold it in. Her hands fumbled with the keys to the house, slamming the door shut and heading to where the alcohol was kept. She groaned when she didn’t find whiskey, settling for gin and collapsing into the arm chair. As if it were water, (Y/N) drank away, cheeks soaked with tears, wiping her nose with the back of her jacket sleeve, ugly noises escaping her as she let it all out. It was only now that she felt how much emotion she had been building up and holding in; now that she was crying, it was all too overwhelming.

“(Y/N)?” Polly called out as the front door opened.

Polly quickly headed towards the sounds of crying, sympathetically sighing when she saw her niece in such a state. Taking away the gin, she knelt down to eye level with the girl, lifting her face by the chin to make sure she was listening. Tommy and John followed, standing back as they let Polly take the lead. 

“What happened?” she demanded to know, though her tone was soft.

“I just don’t understand.” (Y/N) loudly whined.“Why are people so hateful? They don’t have to fucking say anything!”

Alright, alright,“ Polly calmed her,“they disrespected you?”

“Yes! They even came up to me and made a scene, and there was some old bitch from this morning. Why do people hate the way I dress?! How does it effect them?! IT’S NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS!” she screamed the last part.

“(Y/N),” Tommy said,“what other people think, it doesn’t fucking matter. But if it upsets you this much, you need to tell us.”

“Yeah, we need to give them a reminder about who their talking to.” John smirked.

“You don’t hate the way I dress, do you?” (Y/N) asked much more quietly.

“Of course not. You’re our (Y/N).” Polly reassured her.“You’re (Y/N) Shelby, you do whatever the fuck you want. You’re royalty here.”

“(Y/N), we’re going to walk back in there like nothing happened, because it didn’t. It was just a bunch of drunk twats running their mouths.” Tommy said.

John chuckled.“And you know what we’ll do if they start anything else.”

(Y/N) felt nervous as they headed back to the Garrison. Her brothers and aunt walked in before her, and she heard the atmosphere die down as people realised they had returned. (Y/N) expected the noise level to rise once they got their drinks, until she saw Arthur standing up on a chair.

“Oi! All of you listen up!” he shouted, everyone going silent and looking at him.“This ‘ere,” he pointed to (Y/N),“is my baby sister. I fucking love her! And if any of you disrespect her in any way, you will be banned from this pub! Not only that, but you will be hunted down by the Peaky Blinders, and you don’t want to know what we do to people who go against our family!”

(Y/N) smiled at her eldest brother, knowing that he was drunk too, but Arthur still meant every word. Once the tension left, the music and chatter became loud again. He clumsily got down, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“How was that?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” (Y/N) giggled.

“It was all true, we all love you. Don’t give a fuck what you wear.”

“Thank you, I’ve got the best family ever.”

“Too fuckin’ right.”

[damn-stark]

Not jealous

Klaus Mikealson x Fem!reader

Request by anon “Hello!! Could you maybe do a vampire diaries imagine with Klaus where it’s him refusing to admit he’s jealous after the reader had a run in with the salvatore brothers and they were flirting with her? Thanks love! xx”

Warning- talks of alcohol, light swearing

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“A Bourbon please…”

That voice sounded familiar. Husky. Soothing in a weird yet familiar way.

“...the whole bottle would be nice. Thank you.”

You pick up your cup and discreetly look to the side to identify the voice and your eyes glisten as you notice a perfectly sculpted jaw you instantly connected to a face and a name.

“Damon Salvatore?”

His head turns and his blue eyes meet your gaze, a smug smile slowly tugging on his lips, “y/n.” He smirks now and slides off his seat the same time you do to meet you halfway and wrap you in half hug, “how funny running into you here.”

You scoff lightheartedly, “oh, yeah here in New Orleans. Hilarious.” You break away and he offers you the bottle in his hand, which you take with a small but happy smile. “What brings you here? Away from your beloved Mystic Falls?” He guides you towards a bigger table and he takes a seat across from you before he responds smugly.

“You.”

You chuckle, “yeah right.”

Damon flashes you the same charming grin of his and takes the bottle from your hand to take a swig, letting you look over your shoulder to see if Klaus would finally make an appearance soon like he said he would a long time ago.

“Looking for someone?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and scan the room once more, but still don’t see the man you’re looking for—you sigh, “he’s not here yet—”

“Y/N?”

You snap your head around at the sound of your name coming out the mouth of someone that you knew wasn’t Damon; “Stefan!” You slide off your chair and rush up to embrace him in a tight hug he doesn’t hesitate to return. “Damon didn’t say you were here.” You break away only far enough until your hands can rest on his shoulders. “It’s been too long.”

Stefan offers you a grin and nods in agreement, “yeah but who’s fault is that?”

You smirk, “yours, you know you can always come to New Orleans and visit me.”

“Are you sure your boyfriend would like that?”

“Yeah,” Damon cuts in, “I’m surprised he’s not here breathing down your neck.”

You roll your eyes and move to sit back on your chair, “we’re not that attached.”

Damon scoffs, “keep telling yourself that.”

You shoot him a pointed gaze and snatch the bottle from his hand. “No, but really, what brings you two here?”

“I don’t know why you don’t believe that we came to see you, y/n,” Damon leans and takes your hand in his, “you’re our friend. Old friend.”

You meet his gaze and keep your eyes locked on one another until you again narrow your gaze and pull away. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why not? I always tell you the truth.” He smirks.

“Uh,” you’re about to argue against his comment until Stefan interrupts you.

“It was my idea to come here. Elena and her friends were having some girl time or whatever and we thought it would be perfect to come visit you.”

Leaning back in your chair you can’t help the smile that grows, “well then I’m thankful that you thought of me, it’s been too long. I missed you two.”

“We know you did.” Damon answers as he takes the bottle and takes a long drink of the bourbon. Once again you look over your shoulder and scan the already increasing crowd in the bar, but don’t find the only man you’re looking for.

He’s probably caught up with something.

Again.

So much for being a perfect date—as much as you loved the Salvatores and were thrilled that they had thought of you and came all this way to see you, you were promised a date that has been putting pushed back every time for what seems to be years (only about three months)

You sigh and rest your arms on the table and look towards Stefan, “so, what's going on with you, Stefan? Are you dating anyone yet, or are you still living your life as a bachelor?”

Damon throws his arm around his brothers shoulders and snickers. “He’s single, my baby bro. That’s why he’s here, he thought maybe you’d be the one.”

Your lips curl up into a smile and you then giggle, noticing Stefan shake his head with a faint smile on his face—“aww, well—”

“Boys.” A cute accent suddenly interrupts—you look over to the side and see the familiar cold gaze and mischievous smirk that belongs to the one and only Niklaus. His eyes slide to you and then both Salvatores, shooting them a long glare before he turned to grab a chair and drag it around the table to put it in between Stefan and you, waving someone over to order his drink before propping his elbows on the table and leaning on to make sure you’re view of Stefan was blocked. “So,” he rolled out with a feigned smile, “what a surprise seeing you two here. In my town.”

Damon copies his smile and pulls his arm away from Stefans shoulders, “well like I told, lovely y/n here, we came to see her, or Stefan did really.”

Klaus’s eyes dart to you and he offers you a narrowed gaze that lasts for a couple long seconds before he looks to the named man next to him. “Isn’t that nice.” Klaus’s drink comes to him and he takes it without lifting his glare away from the boys. “And here I thought you’d come to see me, old friend.”

“Hardly.” Damon counters.

You move your arms away from the table and rest your hands on your lap, clearing your throat to talk and break the tension that was building around this table, “why don’t we go walk around, or go to my house and drink there, I have a nice view of the street where they’re always playing jazz at night.”

Klaus drops his hands to his sides as well and simply shakes his head to dismiss your invitation before either Salvatore could answer. “They're fine here, love—”

“Actually,” Damon interrupted, “we’d be down to go take drinks at your house y/n. This place is getting a little too crowded.”

Klaus feigns a chuckle, “tourists usually like to explore the area, but they usually know how to find their way out.” He smirked and took a sip of his drink.

Typical, you thought, Klaus’s snippy remarks, his over hovering usual trait when other people especially other men were around. And usually other people would get the idea to leave when Klaus would come around, but the Salvtores were your friends, long time friends, if they caught the hints Klaus was throwing then they just wouldn’t care.

Damon chuckled as Stefan and you just sat and watched both men throw each other remarks.

“And usually, tourists mind their—”

You slam your hands on the table and jump to stand up from your seat, earning the attention from all three men. “You know what I’m leaving.”

Klaus smiled, “we—”

“No.” You cut him off, “I’m leaving with Stefan so I can catch up with my friend without having to hear you and Damon flirt with each other.”

Klaus frowned and glared up at you before glaring at Stefan as you walked over to go and yank him from his seat to walk out of the bar. Stefan walked by your side in silence for a while, only throwing side looks your way but not saying anything, choosing to let the music around the street be the noise neither of you made.

“Sorry for that.” You finally break the silence, looking at him from the corner of your eye. “Klaus can be….”

“Annoying.” Stefan finished for you.

You laugh and nod, “at points...he’s usually not...well he is, but not with me. He just gets like this when he’s around other people.”

Stefan raises his eyebrows and shoots you a teasing look. “Yeah, I know the man.” He chuckles and soon you do too, shoving his shoulder lightly. “No, but really, we didn’t see you coming to visit and knew it would be

anytime soon and well I needed some time away from home so I wanted to come see you and Damon tagged along.”

“Good.” You smiled. “I—”

“You missed us.” Stefan interrupted with a smug smile that didn’t look as good as his brothers did, it looked sweet but you knew what he was trying to show.

You nod happily, “exactly.”

“We missed you so.” You suddenly heard Klaus add, pushing himself in between Stefan and you so him and you could be apart. Making you sigh loudly and frown. “Sadly we have things to do, so my sweet y/n can not give you a welcoming parade.”

You scoff, “yeah well we can’t but you can come to my house. You too Damon...and I guess you too Klaus.” You smile sweetly and walk faster until you make a sharp turn to walk to the front of your door and unlock to walk in and only hear all three men walk up behind you. The lights turn on and you make a straight line towards your kitchen not looking back to talk to Klaus, “come help me bring some drinks Klaus.” Your feet stomp to the kitchen and hear as Klaus closes the door behind as he walks him, before you could turn to face him you turn on the facut so others couldn’t overhear. “What the hell is your problem?” You spat as you spin to face your boyfriend.

Klaus smiles innocently and shrugs, “what do you mean? I’m helping you get some drinks for our friends out there.”

“Don’t act dumb with me, Klaus. You’re acting like a typical overprotective jealous boyfriend.”

Klaus lets out an amused huff of air whilst he grabs the alcohol and some glass cups, “you must be seeing things, love. Because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay,” you seethed “okay. Then let me have a nice night with my friends without having you hover, is that too much to ask for?”

Klaus stayed in silence for a moment, his eyes examining yours and looking as if he were brewing up a storm inside them. “They’re my friends too, we can have it all together.”

“You don’t like them.”

“I like Stefan.” He snapped. “But it doesn’t mean I’d leave you alone with him.”

Your gaze narrows, “why? Jealous?”

Klaus chuckles and walks towards you, “no. It’s because...he’s my old friend and I feel like in the bonding type of mood. I would never be jealous because I trust you, love.”

Your eyebrow quirks and you lean on the island countertop. “Are you sure? Come on you can tell me, after all we are dating right? We can trust each other.”

Klaus leaned until his lips were next to yours, answering with a certain smugness, “I’m not jealous.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” You continue with a smirk.

He pulls away and presses and kisses your cheek, smiling sweetly thereafter, “I’m not jealous.” He fully pulled away and walked back, looking over his shoulder once to finish his comment, “but if either of them flirt with you again I’ll tear their hearts out of their chest.” He shoots you one last charming smile before he disappears out of the door and walks off to join the Salvatore’s outside.

You sigh and shake your head, turning off the water whilst a smile can’t help but grow on your lips. “I knew it.”

[itsxxalexx]

Old love and New love

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing

Word count: 1063

Prompt request: Numbers 48 and 92

 A/N: This ones longer than the last. I actually kind of like this one. Hope you did too.

This was requested by @halesandy

 Damon Salvatore was your sexy, sarcastic, and extremely hilarious boyfriend. You had been together for a year, one glorious year until recently that is.

The relationship started off great. It was full of passion and romance and you guys spent all your time together having fun. You would spend late nights partying, going on spontaneous road trips and surprising each other constantly.

You loved him more than life itself, so much so that you were willing to end your life and turn into a vampire just so you could spend eternity with him. You wanted to marry him and live a long wonderful immortal life together.

He was the love of your life and you were convinced that you were his. He protected you and he treated you like a queen, but things change. Life changes, shit happens and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.

Things had been strange the past few days. Damon had grown distant. He wasn’t taking your calls, the only thing he would do was send you short texts saying ‘I’m okay, been busy’ or ‘Sorry I can’t talk’ and the worst part was that you had no clue why.

After finally having enough of his bullshit, it was decided that it would be best to have a night out with your best friend Caroline and get drunk. Putting on your best party dress and perfecting your hair and makeup, you were ready to drink the night away.

You went to The Grill where a live band was playing tonight. The music was blasting, and you watched as all the people were dancing their hearts out.

“This looks great!” You called over to Caroline, yelling as loud as you can so she could here you over the loud music.

“I’m going to get us a drink! What do you want?” Caroline yelled back.

“Tequila!!!”

 You had text Damon telling him that you were having a girl’s night with Caroline, leaving out the part about the partying. If he could keep secrets, so could you. It wasn’t a lie per say more of withholding the truth.

The night was going great, you were drinking, partying and more importantly, having fun! You went from Tequila to vodka shots and even some whisky. At this point you were dancing on tables laughing at all the pathetic flirting the men at the bar did with you.

You decided to call it a night. Your body was sweating, and your cheeks were flushed. Your body was tired and so was your mind, you had enough. Caroline was off somewhere with Tyler, so you sent her a text letting her know you were going.

You called a cab which to be honest was a blur, the space between leaving the bar and arriving at the Salvatore boarding house was a faded memory, one of which you couldn’t remember.

You wanted to find out what the hell was going on with Damon. Your Y/N Y/L/N and you did not deserve to be treated this way. Although you had no clue if this was the alcohol talking. You would find out sooner or later.

Stumbling into the front door and turning the knob, careful in case Stefan was asleep. You quietly made your way into the home, well as quiet as you could in your somewhat drunken state.

Before you entered the living room, you heard talking. You covered your mouth to stop making noise as you listened in on the conversation, yes it was rude, but you didn’t really care.

“Tell her Damon or I will” you heard a voice say. A voice you knew to be…

“Elena?” You asked coming out from the shadows.

“Y/N? How long have you been standing there?” Damon asked, stepping away from Elena.

“Not long… What’s going on?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I should go.” Elena muttered, gathering her stuff, and heading out the door. The way they were acting sobered you up quite a bit.

“Well?” You questioned crossing your arms over your chest.

“Have you been drinking?”

“I told you I was spending the night with Caroline.” She sighed sitting down on the sofa.

“No you didn’t…”

“Yeah, I did. I sent you a text”

Damon looked so awkward, standing there and you had no clue why? You stood up walking towards him and pulling him in for a kiss, but he pulled away.

“Damon? What’s going on between you and Elena?” You asked, you had your suspicions and his reaction just proved them to be right.

“What?! Nothing!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Damon I am not stupid! I see the way you look at her!”

“I- “

“No! You have been acting weird for days now! I find it quite funny how it started when Elena starts hanging around you again”

“Your insane! You are clearly jealous of Elena!”

Truth be told you were a little jealous. She was so nice and compassionate, and she was gorgeous, but they weren’t the only reasons. You knew of her and Damon’s history. He was in love with her before he and you started dating.

 She and Stefan were dating and he fell for her, whether it was because she looked like Katherine or because he genuinely loved her, you didn’t know but what you did know was that look he had in his eye when he looked at Elena. It was the same look you had for him.

Love.

“I am not jealous of Elena!” You yelled.

“No? It’s obvious Y/N. You look so pissed right now and for what? Nothing happened!” He argued back.

“Do you even love me?!” you shouted not expecting it to come out of your mouth.

“Of course, I love you” He looked appalled that you would assume something like that.

“Just not like you love Elena.” You moved your hand to wipe the tears you never knew had fallen “Just tell me the truth, do you love her?”

“No…Maybe… Yes?” he sighed. “Yes, I do still love Elena.”

“You have to choose Damon. Me or her. I don’t want to give you the ultimatum, but I don’t have a choice.”

“Don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.

“I’ll give you some time to think things through” You spoke heading to the front door, Damon hot on your trail.

 “Remember Damon, I’m not her and I never will be. Goodnight.” You kissed away the tear that fell down his cheek and left his home. As much as you hated to admit it, you would always love the oldest Salvatore brother. No matter his choice.

[raleighcarrera]

circles

platinum | shane parker x mc (cadence dorian)

shane and cadence have been best friends their entire lives. so why do things feel so different when she comes to visit him at college? set pre-book. (for @platinumweekend ❤️)

tags: @choicesarehard ; @empressazura; @zigtheeortega ; @pixeljazzy ; @withbeautyandrage 

~3.1k words | T

“it’s not like that.” it feels like at least the fourth or fifth time he’s said as much since he first casually mentioned that cadence would be coming to visit this weekend, much to the delight of his friends. “we’ve been best friends our whole lives. that’s it.”

“sure,” angelica grins, looking just about as far from angelic as any one person can get. “if you say so.”

devon takes a less patronizing approach. she shrugs, not looking up from where she’s filing her nails. “i don’t buy it. you don’t go through puberty with someone without having at least a little sexual tension with them.”

“oh my god,” shane groans, “will you guys stop? we’ve never -- i don’t -- we’re just friends.”

evan, his roommate, hums. “just let me know if you need me to clear out tonight, okay? casey said i could bunk with him.”

“if you guys don’t shut up, i swear to god --”

there’s a chorus of protests from around the table, several whispered exhalations of touchy, i see and hands being raised placatingly. he rolls his eyes, picking up his empty plate. it’s time to go pick cadence up from the bus stop, like -- now. “just please be normal when she gets here, okay?”

“we will if you will!” angelica calls out after him. laughter follows him as he exits the dining hall, and he only exhales once he’s halfway to his car, shaking his head. 

his college friends are far from the first group of people to assume that there’s something more than just friendship between he and cadence. his own parents have implied a number of times that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if they got together, and that’s about a girl that’s slept over at his house more times than he can count, a girl who he went through his power rangers phase with, a girl who saw him through middle school and high school and still somehow liked him enough to call him her best friend.

he’s gotten very good at ignoring comments from people who don’t understand their relationship or even think it’s weird how close they are, so being teased by his friends doesn’t bother him as much as it makes him roll his eyes.

shane’s used to the judgments others cast on what’s always been nothing more than a mutually supportive and wholly enjoyable friendship. still, for some reason, it’s a little tougher to shake off this time than in the past, and he finds that some of their comments have poked at certain sore spots he didn’t even know he had.

he’s uneasy, as he ducks his head and jogs across campus.

it’s probably going to be a very long and very strange weekend.

*

true to form, cadence is beaming when she hops off the bus, the last person to exit the doors that swing open at the campus stop. she’s looking around at everything wide-eyed, like she’s never seen a college campus before, which is hilarious, given that she’s just come from one.

but the tiny performing arts school she attends a few states away is surely at least a little bit different than their hometown state college, a giant university with nearly one-hundred thousand students in attendance.

she rushes over with her duffel and he feels himself grinning back at her as soon as she’s close enough for him to see how bright her eyes are, behind her glasses.

she really is very pretty.

shaking his head, he folds her into the biggest hug he has, making a little oof sound when cadence squeezes him so tightly it leaves him short of breath.

“oh my god, hi,” she squeals into his ear, bouncing up and down on her tip-toes. “i missed you so much. it’s been forever!”

it’s been just about three months, since they said goodbye at her grandma’s house in august the night before they both had to leave to go move in. and while in some ways it feels like they were just together, especially given how they’re constantly in contact, he knows exactly what she means. it definitely also feels like it’s been way too long since he last held her exactly like this.

“i’m so glad you’re here,” he murmurs in return, pulling away to reach for her bag for her. “there’s so much i want to show you.”

“i know!” cadence exclaims, back to smiling at everything again. “i can’t wait to meet all your friends. but -- come on, i’m freezing. first let me see your dorm.”

right. his room. where she’ll be sleeping... with him.

it wasn’t like that’d never happened before. of course it had. you didn’t get to be lifelong best friends without squeezing into a few strange sleeping arrangements. he and cadence had shared a bed, a couch and the same stretch of floor before without even an ounce of weirdness affecting their relationship.

so he can only assume that the reason why it feels suddenly strange, this time, is because of the way his friends had just been teasing him and how uncomfortably close to home some of their comments had landed. 

devon’s voice in particular flashes through his mind again as he does his best not to stare at cadence and her leggings and the sweater that’s slipping off her shoulder: you don’t go through puberty with someone without having at least a little sexual tension with them.

shaking his head to dispel the unwelcome flipping of his stomach, shane jerks his thumbs at the far side of campus with a grin. “right this way.”

*

like always, he finds himself waiting around for her to finish getting ready.

they’re not due at the pregame for another hour, so he’s free to catch up with her (alone, thank god -- evan is meeting them out) while she gets her makeup on, his eyes lingering on the precise movement of her dainty hands applying eyeshadow while she talks a mile a minute about her bus trip earlier that day.

“-- and there was this little girl making bracelets at the terminal, she was so cute. i gave her five dollars and she made me this keychain for my bag on the bus. isn’t it so good?” she sets down her concealer to reach for the beaded lizard hanging off the edge of her duffel. “so cute, right?”

“have you ever gone anywhere without making friends with someone?” shane asks instead of answering, smiling fondly at her. “i swear you could hold a conversation with a brick wall.”

cadence laughs, turning back to the tiny compact mirror balanced on her knees. despite the less-than-ideal environment of his very bare and very poorly lit dorm room, she still looks flawless, brushing highlighter on her cheek until it’s glittering. 

he realizes he’s staring again and averts his eyes guiltily. why does he feel guilty? it’s just cadence. have a few simple months apart made him completely forget how to act around her?

“well, the drive would’ve been boring without anyone to talk to,” she answers finally, “and you were in class.”

“i’m surprised you didn’t bring something to read,” he muses. there’ve been plenty of times he’s had to rip a book out of her hands so she’d pay attention to him and the movie he was trying to show her, after all. 

“god, i just wanted a break from anything academic,” cadence groans, “midterms ruined my life. do you feel like college is a thousand times harder than high school, or is it just me? most of the time i thought everyone had to be exaggerating, but -- i don’t know.” she fidgets on the rug, flicking her eyes up to his. “it’s not like how i thought it’d be.”

shane holds her gaze quietly. college isn’t like how he thought it’d be, either -- it’s actually a little bit better. but it’d be impossible to say so now that she’s admitted she’s struggling.

one thing is exactly like he’d imagined it, though: he misses her just as much as he’d expected to. it’s not easy at all to be so far away from his best friend.

“yeah, i know what you mean,” he says finally, keeping his eyes locked on her even when cadence turns back to her makeup to gloss her lips. “it is hard. and it’s definitely important to take those breaks. don’t worry, we’ll get your mind off of school this weekend.”

cadence laughs, snapping her compact shut and stuffing her makeup back into her bag. “i hope i can keep up with you guys. my school is definitely not a party school.”

“we’ll catch you up,” he promises, grinning at the thought of the evening ahead of them. he’s going to show cadence a good time if it’s the last thing he does. and she has no idea what she’s in for. “don’t worry.”

*

surprisingly, everyone is perfectly nice and normal when they arrive at the pregame. his friends treat cadence like an instant member of the group, like she’s someone they’ve known for years. they welcome her with open arms and start pouring shots down her throat like they’ve done to him so many times before completely effortlessly.

it’s what happens when they get to the party that’s troublesome. 

he’s admittedly a few drinks deep when cadence drags him onto the dance floor. he should’ve known that’d be the first place she’d want to go; all of cadence’s shy little wallflower moments fly straight out the window whenever she’s had so much as a sip of alcohol. 

it’s not his fault he doesn’t manage to stop her. shane’s own head is swimming from the shots he’s had and he figures there’s not much harm in indulging her, but it’s only when they all crowd onto the dance floor and he sees the way his friends are looking at him that he realizes the position they’re in.

“this is awesome!” cadence chirps, angling her head to be near his ear. her arms loop around his neck as she swings her hips to the music. “i’ve never been to a party like this before.”

true, in high school, there were parties like this, but the two of them were never invited to them. they’d gone to prom alone together, and stayed up all night afterwards sneaking sips of alcohol at cadence’s grandma’s while she pointedly went to bed early.

“i’m glad you’re having fun,” he calls back, shuffling awkwardly on his feet in front of her. “do you need a water?”

“no!” cadence’s eyes are bright in the low light of the random living room they’re in, bopping along to the beat. she bounces up and down on her feet, dragging him closer. “you need another drink.”

to say the least. he could probably stand to put some distance between them, too -- get himself a moment of air. shane nods, ducking out from the circle of her arms. “yeah, i’ll be right back.”

he groans as he steps into the kitchen, almost turning around and heading back the way he came; casey and devon are standing in front of the counter. they both give him a pointed look as he slows to a stop in front of them.

“don’t,” he mutters, suddenly feeling very warm from the drinks he’s had and absolutely nothing else. 

“dude,” casey sighs, shaking his head at him, “you guys should probably just hook up and get it over with.”

“okay, that is not helpful,” shane answers, leaning around him to reach for a beer, cracking the tab on the can and taking a big swig in the hopes that it’ll calm him down. unfortunately, his head just spins harder as soon as he swallows. “it’s not a big deal. we’re just excited to see each other.”

there’s a beat before devon answers, eyebrows arched from behind the plastic cup in her hands. “sure.”

admittedly -- the rest of the party is kind of a blur. there’s more drinks and more dancing, and his friends drag he and cadence up on the roof to play some drinking game he doesn’t understand. the thing is... it’s fun, in a way he hasn’t experienced since the summer. sure, he’s been to plenty of parties since the semester started and gone out and gotten drunk and stayed up all night, but...

time with cadence was a different kind of fun. 

having her around, with him at school, filled a void he hadn’t realized he was lacking until she arrived, like he’d simply grown accustomed to a new full-body ache and had only noticed it once it was suddenly removed.

it’d be impossible to pretend not to be endeared by the way she stumbles out of the party and how she hums to herself in the street on the walk home, so he doesn’t bother, slinging his arm around her shoulders to lead her back to the dorm.

while everyone else is arguing about what type of pizza to order, they slip away, and then they’re alone in his room again.

cadence toes out of her shoes and twirls around barefoot across the rug between his and evan’s beds on her way back to her bag. “okay, that was so fun,” she sighs, dropping down onto the floor. “i wish i went to school here.”

“me too,” shane murmurs, watching her pull out her makeup wipes and tie back her hair. his eyes drift over to the twin bed sitting inconspicuously on his side of the room. when he’d invited her up here, he’d assumed they’d both just cram into it like they had so many other times before, in his twin bed at home. now...

now cadence is getting changed into her pajamas with her back to him, and he coughs and does the same, averting his eyes in the dark where he’d never flicked the light on when they got back to the room.

he’s saved from having to think of something to say by the way she crawls straight into his bed and leaves the blanket flipped open for him to join her.

maybe it’s the beer’s fault, that he gets in -- or maybe he has the beer to thank for giving him the courage to get into bed with her, but either way, he does, and within moments he’s nose-to-nose with cadence in the smallest space they’ve ever been in together, and she smiles at him in a way that’s almost unfairly beautiful, for someone who knows him as well as she does.

that’s the thing that’s so unlawful about this: she’s his best friend. she’s been by his side for every single up and down of his life, every moment he was happy or sad or angry. cadence picked him up when he doubted himself, comforted him when he needed it, made him laugh when the world felt ugly and hopeless. 

if he did something wrong now, all of that would go away.

it doesn’t stop her from staring at him, though. cadence keeps her eyes locked on his, and smiles at him through the dark, and evidently he’s the world’s biggest idiot, so he stares back. of course he smiles, too.

“thank you,” she murmurs after a moment, breaking the still silence between them. “i’m glad we did this. i needed this.”

shane swallows, resisting the urge to reach out for her. “you should’ve told me you were struggling. i would’ve had you out sooner. or -- came home, or something.”

she shakes her head. “nah,” cadence whispers, “i could tell you were having too much fun.”

he sighs, giving in and tucking his arm around her back. cadence wiggles closer under the sheets until their knees are touching. “it doesn’t matter how much fun i’m having,” he reminds her, voice as serious as he’s ever heard it before, “because you’re the most important thing in my life. always. and there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you.”

cadence blinks at him. her face splits into a beautiful, dazzling smile and then, quickly enough to make his head spin, she leans in and kisses him, closing the last inch of space between their faces.

his palm spreads out over her back and he tilts her in closer, kissing back slowly. part of him knows it’s a mistake, but a larger part of him has thought about this before -- too much, probably, for someone who calls himself her best friend. part of him has imagined it a million times, in a million ways, though none of them compare to this -- the real thing.

in none of his fantasies did he ever think it would feel like it does, comforting and familiar but new and exciting all at once. he’d never assumed kissing cadence would feel as natural as breathing -- but it does.

it feels like something they’ve done a thousand times before, and there’s no denying it’s something he’d like to do at least a thousand times more. his exhale is shaky when they break apart, his eyes sweeping her expression for a sign of regret on her beautiful face.

cadence’s eyes blink open slowly, her smile reappearing as soon as they do. “shane...” she murmurs, and something in his chest twists and then cracks wide open, a swarm of butterflies invading his stomach.

“yeah.” this is insane. what are they doing? they shouldn’t be -- he shouldn’t, really, because cadence is his best friend and he needs her and she is...

she is asleep, suddenly, breathing even and deep with her eyes closed again. the lips he’d just been kissing are parted with a little hitch in her exhales.

he relaxes, slumping back against the mattress.

fuck.

is she even going to remember this in the morning?

studying his best friend, curled in towards his chest and fast asleep without a care in the world, like the entire planet hasn’t somehow just shifted on its axis, he can only hope that she will -- because he knows that tonight, and its many revelations, is going to be impossible for him to ever forget.

not that he’d ever try to. a palm scrubs across his face, and he lays down, resting carefully on the other half of the pillow cadence’s hair is taking up the majority of.

well -- at least they’re together on this one, shane muses, as he stares up at the ceiling and tries to calm down enough to go to sleep. 

no matter what madness tomorrow brings, at least he’ll still be sorting through it with his best friend.

[coco96]

LDAF - JB Romantic

Bare Left Arms (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Request: ... people have the names of their platonic soulmates on their left wrist/arm and the names of their romantic soulmates on their right wrist/arm ... R has REALLY long list of platonic soulmates ... Bucky ... isn’t on her left arm list, he assumes that it’s because he’s unlovable ... when Bucky fully lets her in for the first time ... then they get each other’s names on their right wrist ...

Losing Almost Everything (Clint Barton X Daughter!Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: ATTEMPTED SELF HARM Other warnings: Spoilers for Infinity War, death Request: Clint barton’s oldest daughter from a previous relationship. She’s enganged to bucky when the snap happens and goes into a deeper depression when she finds out from her dad and natasha that laura and her siblings were dusted and clint and natsha both stop her from harming herself just in time.

Old Thoughts (Bucky X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Coming out, mention of homophobia and not being accepted, yelling Request: Hi! Would I be able to request a Bucky x daughter where he finds out she’s a lesbian and maybe isn’t so accepting of it at first but at the end he’s understanding/accepting and just rlly fluffy? If you don’t want to do it it’s totally fine

Anniversary announcements (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationship and swearing. Request: … Bucky and the reader has been dating for a long time and one day they discuss for something stupid and Bucky move his arms in a strange way and the reader gets scared (because of the movement, not because she is affraid of him) and Bucky gets very sad and the reader try to explain him that she is not affaid? Like a lit angst with fluff. Hope you could understand it..

I’m Here (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Claustrophobia, panic attacks Request: Can you write one where Bucky and the reader are ok with each other but there’s some tension thrown around? Tony decides to make them work out what ever it is and lock them in a small room together. The room ends up being too small for the reader and she falls to the floor hyperventilating and Bucky tries to snap her out of it while cussing out stark cause he knows they’re on speaker.

Inspiration (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of past serious accident Request: … Bucky Barnes x reader where she was recently recruited after him and she has a similar prosthetic leg or something (you pick) and they bond over their prosthetics? Thank you so much!! 💕

You Should Know (Bucky X Male!Reader) Warnings: Bucky’s past Request: Hey! Could you please write a Bucky x male reader one shot where they’ve been dating for a while but the reader doesn’t know that he’s dating the Winter Soldier so Bucky tells him? Maybe some angst and fluff?

Bad Day (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: minor swearing once Request: … reader has had a really rough day at work and is really frustrated and when she comes home Bucky accidentally makes a joke that just sets her off? Can it please be really fluffy at the end? Thanks in advance!

Sisterly Assistance (Bucky X Male!Reader) Request: Can I request a Bucky x T’Chala’s!Brother!Reader where Reader is older than Shuri but younger than T’Chala… He was taking care of Bucky with Shuri, and developed a crush on the White Wolf… He decides to tell Shuri about it and she plays match maker with them, because she knows that Bucky likes her brother, too…

Good Enough (Bucky Barnes X Asexual!Reader) Warnings: Self-consious reader Request: An asexual gender neutral reader x bucky where the reader breaks down bc they think they arent enough for bucky? Xx

Movies (Steve X Fem!Reader X Bucky) Request: … Just where they’re all just snuggling together with the reader between the both of anthem because she’s the smallest + they’re talking about stuff thats been going on with the avengers; theyre all just really comfortable with each other + care about each other a lot. …

I Still Love You (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War Request: With the stark reader and Bucky one, can you do where he blames himself for the death of readers and Tony’s parents, but she still loves him, even though Tony doesn’t allow it. Eventually Tony and reader have a heart to heart and gives her his blessing. Bucky puts aside his guilt?

Learning To Love (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Request: … Bucky and the reader are in love but he avoid her because he hasnt remember how to be with a girl. So the reader confronts him and he tolds her that he is affraid of hurting her and fluff (love your fic, your amazing) <3

Part Of The Family. (Bucky X Tomboy!Reader X Reader)     |     Part 2 Request: Could you write something where Steve and Bucky live in a house and they have a spare room and put an ad out for a roommate? Reader is a college student with a crude sense of humor and she takes the room. She thinks farting and burping are hilarious and on weekends the 3 of them get together with lots of beer and sports on the tv. Because she’s one of the guys they say she’s the best roommate to ever have.

Pretty Woman (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of cat-calling Request: … Bucky x reader by the song “Oh Pretty Woman"by Roy Orbison?

Late Night Truth or Dare (Bucky X Reader) Warnings: Alcohol and drinking Request: … the avengers with reader play to thruth or dare (they had been drinking so its more funny) and they said funny things until they ask bucky and he confess he is in love with the reader, and all ask them to kiss? …

I Can’t Leave You Here. (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Drug mentions, prostitution mentions Request: ... Bucky is dating a ‘normal’ girl but she’s never taken him to her place cause she’s embarrassed that she’s very low income? One day he follows her home and realizes how bad off she really is so he asks her to move in with him at the tower?

I Can’t (Steve X Fem!Reader X Bucky) Request: … ‘Having a secret crush on both Steve and Bucky’ would include and I was wondering if you could do an imagine based on that with fluff and angst maybe where they try to make her choose and she gets upset and doesn’t choose so she ends up with either neither of them or both of them. Thanks in advance.

Starbucks (Bucky X Male!Reader) Request: … reader is a barista at Starbucks. When the reader is on his lunch break, he’s meets Bucky for the first time after offering him a seat at his table (because all the tables were full). They hit it off really well and become good friends. Later on, Reader notices that Bucky starts coming to have coffee whenever reader is on break so they can hang out.

Memories In A Nightmare (Bucky X Male!Reader) Warnings: Nightmares, harm to character. Request: ... reader who has pretty galaxy/space powers calming down his boyfriend bucky? Extra fluffy! Maybe in his mindwahsed state bucky hurts the reader but reader judt loves bucky and is like no this isnt u!

A little Persuasion (Bucky X Reader) Warnings: Angry/ upset Bucky, flirting, jealousy. Request:  ... Bucky is in love with the reader but wont confess, so Pietro flirts with the reader trying to make Bucky jealous and it works out, and Bucky confronts Pietro in front o the reader and lot of fluff?

Surprise! (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Sad emotions Request: … reader thinks everyone forgot their birthday but they were just planning a surprise party for them? …

Finally Complete (Bucky X Wife!Reader) Warnings: Infertility Request: ... They’re married and she finds out she can’t have a baby. So him and tony (her big brother) go adopt a little girl to surprise her. She gets in from work to see her super soldier snuggled up to a 4 yr old girl. She jumps up extremely excited and asks if your her new mommy. Reader is so happy she’s in tears.

Liebling (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Request: ... the Avengers make fun of the reader because she’s german and one day she pretends to insults them in german but actually she gives them cute nicknames? Maybe some Bucky x reader because he knows he’s got a special nickname? ...

I Brought Flowers (Bucky X Reader) Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and illness Request: Bucky X Reader

I’ll Kill Him (Avengers X Fem!Reader)    |     Part 2 Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse. Request: Reader is the Avenger’s assistant and like a little sister to them, and one day she doesn’t come into work and Bucky goes to her house to make sure she’s OK and finds out she’s in an abusive relationship and helps her.

Sleep (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of violence and fighting Request: ... reader kinda acts like a cat and is constantly tired, no matter how much sleep she gets! ... the reader have aerokinesis ...

Unfortunate Reunion (Bucky Barnes X Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of CW, Black Panther, swearing and death of character Request: Bucky angst here, maybe a break up? Or a reunion years later after a break up? Maybe reader death? Thanks!

New Member (Bucky X Fem!Reader) Request: ... Bucky x mutant reader? Maybe she has fire powers? She’s very shy when she first goes to compound too ...

[luninosity]

So I was looking for my notes for the final Like Sugar chapter and CAME ACROSS THIS AMAZING THING THAT I HAVE NO MEMORY OF WRITING...

...um, you guys want some Evanstan oops-we-got-married-in-Vegas fic? from my drafts? the opening’s a bit unpolished, but it’s pretty fun.

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It’s been a long day. A long convention, full of panels and fan breakfasts and photo ops, all fun and amazing but also, by the end of it all, exhausting. And they’ve both been trying so hard (or at least Sebastian has; he knows Chris doesn’t feel the same, knows they’re friends, just friends, always friends) not to smile at Chris too much, not to touch Chris too much, not to lean into Chris during photos too much and bask in that solid laughing good-guy presence. Sebastian can’t let himself feel it, not this ridiculous feeling that’s always been too much, never fading, never letting go of his heart even so many years into this shared crazy ride;  and so, when Mackie suggests they all go on some sort of Vegas bar crawl to let off steam, Sebastian says yes.

And then Chris says yes. So do a few other people, but Sebastian loses track promptly. Because it’s Chris, always Chris, he’s looking at. It’s Chris’s voice he focuses on, goofy and serious and Boston-bright, especially after a couple (more than a couple) beers. It’s Chris who smiles at him, quick and warm, and then hands him another drink, having noticed Sebastian’s finished the previous one.

Their fingers brush. Sebastian aches with want. He tosses back half the drink. His eyes water, briefly.

They’re all happy and tipsy and wandering toward yet another bar (”It’s cowboy-themed!” proclaims Paul Rudd, a man on a mission) when they spot it.

A chapel. A wedding chapel.

Sebastian stares at it. It stares back, garishly merry, hinting at so many improbable marriage plots. And Sebastian’s a writer, okay. He knows about stories and set-ups. He says so aloud, to the chapel: “I know what you’re trying to do!”

The chapel doesn’t respond to this accusation, sadly. Sebastian takes Mackie’s drink, which has rum and a pineapple slice in it, and drinks some of it.

Chris sees the chapel too.  And says, “Stories?”

“Not important,” Sebastian mumbles, glaring at neon, wishing Chris wouldn’t ask or would bend him into a sweeping fairytale kiss right here on the spot. Neither is an option.

Chris says, loudly and with surprising intent, “You think Steve and Bucky ever, y’know, ever...like...on the battlefield, to, to...”

“Be each other’s next of kin?” Seb says. “Yeah, yeah, that, and...and they’re, y’know...they’re each other’s...”

“Everything!” Chris says. “Each other’s everything! Like...they should totally be married!”

“So...” Sebastian says. “So we should! Y’know. For them!” (And it won’t be real, of course: Chris is talking about Steve and Bucky, not himself and Sebastian, and it won’t ever be real, but Seb’s tipsy enough to want to pretend, to walk through the motions, just for one moment. Besides, Steve and Bucky TOTALLY deserve a ceremony.)

“For Steve and Bucky!” Chris yells, arm draped over Sebastian’s shoulder.

 Which is how they end up drunkenly swearing eternal love at two in the morning in front of a man dressed like Elvis. Sebastian’s holding bright pink plastic flowers because Anthony Mackie - also quite drunk and finding everything hilarious - shoved them at him. Chris is somehow holding rings, gold and simple and bought on the spot. Chris has on a clip-on bow tie, which is crooked, because Paul Rudd for some reason had one in a pocket. Sebastian didn’t ask why.

 He reaches out, an impulse, and tries to straighten the bow tie. Hopeless, between his clumsy fingers and Chris giggling and the cheap clip-on nature of it. But Chris gives him a sloppy fond brilliant smile anyway. “Seb.”

 “Chris.”

 “Sebastian. Seb.”

 “Still me, yeah...”

 “So sweet,” Chris murmurs, and Sebastian’s stomach lurches, though that might be the rum and vodka of the night. Or it might be the hurt: knowing that Chris doesn’t mean any of this, wouldn’t be here if it weren’t a ridiculous joke, a Vegas story to tell, about Steve and Bucky and some sort of symbolism. Not real. They’re not actually getting married. Got to remember that.

 It’s hard, when Chris’s eyes are so bright and blue and alcohol-intent and focused right on Seb’s face. When Chris takes both of Sebastian’s hands in his and says, voice a low Boston-kissed rumble, “Always loved you, y’know. Always...always have. Always will. Promise. Like a vow! Y’know. Makin’ a vow to you. So smart and so sweet and so...so fuckin’ pretty...I always wanted, I just wanted, I never thought you’d--but I will, I do, I’ll be fuckin’ here for you forever. To the, the end of the line. More. Always.”

 Sebastian can’t think much, between the vodka and the wanting and the ache of hearing the words, exactly everything he’s always wanted, and the knowing they’re not for him. Chris being Steve. Loving Bucky. To the end of the line. Using that line: their characters. Not themselves.

 He manages to say the “I do,” when it’s his turn, and he starts to say, “Chris--” but can’t get another word out before Chris kisses him.

 It’s not the best kiss of his life. It’s clumsy and stubble-scratchy and flavored with beer and tequila. Chris’s hands are big and hot on his face and they pull him close and cradle his head, and Chris kisses as if aware of tipsiness but determined to give this one act, this one instant, as much focus as he can summon.

 It’s the best kiss of Sebastian’s life anyway. In every way: being swept up and subsumed and surrounded by Chris.

 He falls into it, into heat and strength and the taste of Chris’s tongue and the shape of plastic flowers being crushed between them and digging into his chest.

 Then there are more drinks. Celebratory shots. Cheers from Mackie, who is the world’s worst enabler. The night blurs and sings and hums, laced with alcohol and the presence of Chris’s hand - constantly touching Seb now, at his back, on his shoulder, holding his hand - and the unaccustomed weight of a small circle of gold on his finger.

 He doesn’t recall stumbling up to bed. He doesn’t recall how or why Mackie’s managed to get them into a honeymoon suite, though he and Chris are both giggly and loopy and Chris makes cooing noises at a rose-petal heart on the bed and Sebastian himself announces that Steve and Bucky would’ve loved it.

 He wants to suggest that Steve and Bucky would’ve taken full advantage of it, the bed and the hot tub and every surface in the room, but his tongue’s stumbling over words - especially those too-bold words, making Chris think about him and sex - and he just laughs more, helplessly, instead.

 He fumbles with his shoes. Chris comes over and makes a vague offering noise and kneels and helps yank them off. Sebastian really wants to kiss him, wants to slide down and get arms around Chris and topple them both into bed, but doesn’t have the balance or coordination for that.

 Now shoeless and flopped back on the bed, he feels Chris collapse on the mattress beside him, both of them dressed. Sebastian’s lost the flowers somewhere; Chris’s tie pops off and flies away in the direction of a table.

 He’s drifting on the verge of sleep when he feels a large arm drape itself over him, when Chris’s body tucks itself in around him, curled up as if trying to protect him, or to make sure that Seb’s still here. Chris’s nose nuzzles the back of his neck, and Chris’s voice mumbles something Sebastian can’t make out, because he’s warm and cozy and falling into sleep.

 He wakes up to the sound of someone throwing up, to a parade of supervillains in his skull, and to the scent of coffee. He lies very very still for a moment, taking stock. Bits and pieces return.

 Chris. A chapel. Flowers. Words. Rings.

 Oh god. He stares at his hand. Yep, still there. Gold and shiny, a helpful cheerful presence.

 Oh god.

 Chris stumbles out of the bathroom, pale and hung over, wincing. He’s also still dressed from the night before, rumpled and red-eyed. He’s himself, though, so his gaze goes right to Sebastian, and he gets out, “Seb...you, um, you okay?”

 Chris Evans worries about other people, even here and now, even like this. Chris is perfect. Sebastian loves him.

 He says, wincing at each word for reasons both physical and emotional, “I think I’m dead. Or dying. Did you...make coffee?”

 “You,” Chirs says. “You...you like...coffee. And then...then I had to. Sort of. Throw up a lot. Sorry.”

 Sebastian sits up gingerly. Every piece of himself protests. “You made coffee. For me.”

 “I. Uh. Yeah? There’s also water...”

 “Chris?”

 “Yeah?”

 Sebastian holds up his hand. The ring catches morning Vegas light. Shimmers. “Did we...are we...that wasn’t...was it...?”

 “Oh god.” Chris’s whole face registers shock. Exactly, in fact, like a man who’s just remembered large significant chunks of the night before. “Oh god....” He holds up his hand too. Yep, matching. “I think...”

 “We said I do,” Seb says slowly. “We had...witnesses...we signed the, y’know, the thing...you kissed me...”

 “I kissed you,” Chris whispers. Seb’s not sure why that’s the part that bears repeating, but his head’s not in any shape to make sense of it. Maybe that’s the part that horrifies Chris the most.

 “I think...” Sebastian looks at the ring, which smirks. Then up at Chris. “I think we just got married.”

[sleep-i-ness]

Mission Worries (Bucky Barnes x Stark!reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes isn’t trusted to go on missions and Tony Stark’s niece would probably die the minute she stepped foot in the field, if her previous training sessions are anything to go by. So, they are forced to sit around while their self-sacrificing friends and family run around, trying to save the world.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death of mom, drinking

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Bucky lay on the couch, the ratty blanket, which appeared to have once been white but had yellowed with age, half tucked under him. He flicked mindlessly through the channels; eyes staring intently on the moving pictures yet seemingly also not quite there, his gaze sightless. Settling on a cheerful and colourful musical, his fingers worried at the tassels on the pillow beneath his head and Bucky couldn’t help but lose focus as his thoughts drifted to the past.

Bucky knew this movie. He’d seen it before, back in 1939, before the war, before everything really. He’d managed to convince Steve to allow him to buy them tickets. Although money was scarce, it had been a successful season and Bucky was determined to spoil Steve for once. To be honest, he had thought that the film was hilarious if not utterly ridiculous, but it was worth it to watch Steve’s enraptured face as it turned from black and white to glorious technicolour. Flying monkeys. Who’d come up with that?

His thoughts snapped back to the present as he heard the soft patter of footsteps from the kitchen, muscles immediately tensing. Stark’s niece soon came out, balancing a couple bowls of buttered microwave popcorn and a large glass of some miscellaneous liquid as you stumbled into the living room. You plonked yourself down onto the second couch and sighed as you heard the cheesy tunes, which only served to exacerbate the pulsing in your head. Taking a large swig from the glass of amber liquid, you grimaced. It ran down your throat, warming you from the inside out, and you stared at your glass, turning it back and forth to watch how the liquid rippled under the light.

“Is that whisky?” A deep voice interrupted your reverie, startling you away from your thoughts.

“Yeah, well, it’s scotch malt whisky,” you glanced at the figure stretched out on the couch, barely keeping your eyes open. “You see, I went to go steal some of Tony’s clothes because he’s got really fancy taste and they’re super comfy because they’re always the highest quality cotton or whatever. But then I found the minibar and decided it would be really fun to try some of his scotch. It’s really good, d’you want some?”

It was then Bucky noticed you were wearing one of Tony’s oversized sweaters and sweatpants, a hand gripped so tightly around the glass that your fingers were turning white. Lowering your shaking arm, you reached out for the popcorn, the grease from the butter covering your fingers with a shine. 

“He’ll be okay, you know?” Bucky knew what it was like to worry about your friends and family; he still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he needed to look after Steve. That he no longer had to keep an eye out for the little Manhattan boy. Sometimes, while out in New York, he still expected to round the corner of an alley and see Stevie sprawled on the floor. One thing Steve hadn’t lost over the past 70 years was his sense of justice and morality; he would stand up for what he believed in even if it meant disobeying his superiors. Bucky worried every time Steve went out on missions. With his past as the Winter Soldier, he still wasn’t trusted to join the rest of the Avengers and it meant that he couldn’t keep an eye on Steve, who was the most reckless little shit with no self-preservation instincts.

“Who? Tony? Yeah, I know, he’s always okay. A little battered and bruised but he survives.” You plastered a fake grin onto your face, trying desperately to convey in your tone that everything was just peachy.

You and Tony had never had the best relationship whilst your mom had been alive. He’d never been around; throwing wild parties that were renowned throughout the state, even the country. But once she’d died and he’d taken you in, you’d seen the man hidden beneath the facade. He was so much more than he would ever have himself believe. But your inability to shoot within a metre of a target and lack of fighting expertise meant you were never going to be trusted to head out into the field with him. Not that you particularly wanted to.

“You’re allowed to be worried; you don’t need to bottle it up.”

“Oh, I’m not worried. Can’t a girl have a drink without having some ulterior motive?” You chuckled, trying to play off the unnerving feeling that he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “So, the Wizard of Oz, huh? I didn’t have you pegged for the cheesy musical type.”

Bucky murmured some sort of assent at your remark, mostly absorbed by the film.  You waited for a reply, nails tapping against the side of your glass.

“Oh, sorry, I got distracted. Yeah, not usually, but I saw this one with Steve before the war broke out,” Bucky’s face softened as he thought back to those days. God, everything was so much simpler. When the only thing he had to worry about was keeping Steve out of trouble and taking dames out.

“Sounds nice. Long time ago though, I’m surprised you remember. Aren’t old people supposed to lose their memory?” You giggled at Bucky’s mock offended expression and stuck one bowl of popcorn in his direction. “Take. I can’t eat two whole bowls by myself.”

“I’d like to let you know that I’m not that old,” Bucky grumbled. “But thanks. Is that offer for a drink still on the table?”

“Yeah, yeah. Lemme ask JARVIS.” You waved your hand in the air. “Hey J, does Tony have any whisky in here?”

“Mr Stark has said that he does not approve of your drinking as you’re, and I quote, ‘basically still a child.’” The disembodied voice still made Bucky jump. Another thing he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. On previous missions he’d never had to encounter a talking house. And he’d seen a lot of weird shit.

“You told him, J?” Your mouth dropped in surprise as you clasped a hand to your heart. “Oh, your betrayal wounds me, JARVIS. Truly, you’ve permanently lost my trust.”

“Yes Miss Stark,” JARVIS replied dryly. It was weird how a machine could express some semblance of emotion.

“Can you tell him that it’s for Bucky here? Actually no, quote me and say that it’s for Mr Barnes.” You winked lazily at Bucky, half falling off the sofa as you leant over one arm of it. “Don’t want Tony getting all protective because he got the wrong idea.”

“Mr Stark wishes for me to tell Sergeant Barnes that he’d better be keeping his hands off his niece. And that there is no way he is letting either of you touch his expensive whisky.”

You groaned playfully and Bucky felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth as he stared at you. You were always one for the theatrics, clearly a Stark by nature. Slumping over the arm of the sofa, you seemed deep in thought, fingers steepled.

Sliding off your seat, you scooched over to the wall. Running your fingertips over the joins idly, you narrowed your eyes at the minimalistic decor.

"I've got it!"

You leapt up, eyes alight with mischief. Your enthusiasm was infectious.

"You've got what, doll?" The pet name rolled off Bucky's tongue, and he waited with bated breath for what he was sure was to be a rejection or expression of disgust. You seemed to not even have noticed; fingers running along the back panelling.

"Here!" Your fingers curled round the edge of one panel, tugging it out. "You have to keep this a secret,” you tapped your nose conspiratorially, “Tony likes his hidden compartments. Unfortunately for him, I discovered that little secret a while ago."

You pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and Bucky watched as it sloshed against the glass, sparkling under the light. Pouring it out into a crystal cut glass, your tongue poked out from between your lips as you concentrated. Smiling triumphantly, you passed the glass over to Bucky, narrowly avoiding spilling it all over the varnished wooden floors.

"Thanks doll." Bucky's voice was husky, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. Odd. You’d never had that reaction towards him before, so you blamed it on the alcohol. Not the fact that Bucky was undeniably attractive and a million miles out of your league.

"No... no worries," you stammered, wetting your lips.

The awkward silence stretched out between you as you shifted in your seat, sighing as you couldn’t quite find a comfortable spot. You slipped out of the chair dramatically, whisky splashing over the rim of your glass as you threw your arms up in the air.

"D'you wanna come sit next to me?" Bucky offered tentatively, shifting over into more of a sitting position so that there was room.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Stop acting like a teenager around their first crush, you thought frustratedly. Although you didn’t quite believe your ears, there was no way in hell you were letting this opportunity slip by.

"Yeah, sure."

You sat in the gap he’d left for you, acutely aware of how close you were to him without touching. A familiar ache settled in your chest, the desperate longing for physical contact or some form of affection. The tips of your fingers brushed against his t-shirt as you placed your hands beside you; the simple touch igniting the frantic need inside you.

God, you were so worried for Tony.

Every time they went out on missions, you feared that the team would disembark, and you would stand there waiting for that familiar red-and-gold suit, but he wouldn’t emerge. That Captain Rogers would place a gentle hand on your shoulder and tell you the words you’d dreaded to hear.

He was just a man in a fancy piece of armour, trying to make the world a better place.

The Avengers was one hell of a fancy name for a hodgepodge team that sometimes couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as each other. And your uncle was part of them. Yes, you were so proud. But every time Tony told you he had another mission, your heart sank, and you prayed that he’d make it back in one piece.

You shrunk into yourself, eyes glazed as you wrapped your arms tightly around your midriff. Bucky’s proximity was achingly comforting, his presence making your world feel a little safer.

But all you wanted was to be in his arms.

However, for fear of frightening him off, you sat still, back stiff as a poker. Millimetres away from making contact but too hesitant to even try.

“Y/N, that sure doesn’t look comfortable, sitting like that. You alright?” Bucky raised an eyebrow at your rigid posture, “I can shift over more if you’d prefer?”

“No, no, I’m all good,” your words rushed out, not wanting to put him through any trouble.

Bucky’s eyes never left you as the almost offensively cheery show tunes blared in the background, a sharp contrast to the way your chest felt restricted as you blinked back unwillingly tears.

“Come here, sugar.” Bucky spoke softly, placing his arm on the back of the sofa and opening up his body towards you. You shuffled closer, hesitantly leaning your head on his shoulder. Bucky’s arm slipped around you, pulling you closer. “Now do you wanna talk about it?”

You bit your lip, eyes welling as you tried to bottle your emotions back up.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. If you’re more enticed by watching this cheesy horror show, just lemme know. But I’m here if you wanna talk to someone.”

You cracked a small smile at his quip about the film, eyes downcast as you played with your hands.

“I’m just so fucking worried for Tony.”

The words burst out of their own accord, followed swiftly by a traitorous tear which trickled down your cheek. You brushed the back of your hand roughly under your eye, swiping away any other tears that threatened to fall.

Bucky stayed quiet, prompting you to continue talking.

“Every single time he goes out on a mission, I’m worried I’ll get a call saying he didn’t make it. Because Tony is so stupidly self-sacrificing. You heard about New York and the bomb; I’m terrified, absolutely fucking terrified, he’ll decide to pull a New York 2.0 and I’ll never see him again. All everyone knows is this cocky, charismatic man that he plays the part of to the rest of the world but I’m scared that Tony will never realise how fucking amazing he is ‘cause he’s stuck in his father’s shadow. And maybe if he does, he won’t feel like he has to single-handedly save the world. Even if he must sacrifice himself for it. And I know that is so selfish. But he’s done so much for me… Without him, I don’t know what I would’ve done after my mother’s death. And he’s my only family left.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, exhaling softly. “At the end of the day, he’s just a man wearing some fancy armour. Not trained, not scientifically enhanced. However, he doesn’t seem to realise his own mortality.”

A deep breath, a pause.

Your bottom lip quivered, and you buried your head in Bucky’s shoulder, the fabric dampening as your body was wracked with sobs. You felt so silly, crying to a man who probably didn’t really want to hear your problems and was just being polite.

Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, gently massaging circles with his thumb. “It’s okay, doll. It is completely valid to worry about him. I guarantee that Tony would do anything and everything in his capability to come back to you in one piece. But I am always here for you if you feel worried or scared.”

You could feel his voice rumbling in his chest and you curled into him, lifting your head up to blink tearily at him. “Thanks, Buck.”

You wondered how he felt, knowing that his best friend was out risking his life while he still wasn’t trusted to leave the compound without a team tailing him. Did he also worry for Captain Rogers? Or did he feel secure in the fact that the Captain had the super-soldier serum and therefore was practically invincible?

The TV blared in the background- And oh, Auntie Em there's no place like home! The irritatingly joyous voice of Dorothy was perpetually annoying, no matter when or where you heard it. You missed the days when you’d watch these musicals and never get bored, enraptured by the stories and music. Life was so much simpler before your mom fell ill. Before you moved into the Tower and then into the compound when you’d finished college.

You were thankful that Tony had offered you a place to stay even after he had put you through college and had no legal obligations to look after you anymore. But you felt like an impediment and a nuisance because you always seemed to be in the way.

A degree in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science was not particularly useful for the hands-on type of situations that occurred at the compound. Not over a week ago, you’d found yourself in the gym with Agent Barton who had kindly offered to teach you some form of self-defence. To say it went badly was an understatement.

And now you were being a nuisance to Bucky, the one person who hadn’t yet seen you as an unnecessary resident.

“I’m sorry for being such a pain. Thanks for listening, but I was just overreacting,” you sniffled as you tried to pull away from where you lay nestled into his chest. However, his arm kept you close.

“Y/N, I mean it,” Bucky gently lifted your head, two fingers under your chin, to make eye contact. “You are not being a nuisance. I enjoy your company and I am always here for you to talk to. Always.”

You stared into his baby-blues, pulling your lip between your teeth. His thumb hovered by the side of your face, two fingers still holding your head up, and you held your breath. You didn’t want to break the moment.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm rang out, signalling the team’s return. You jumped apart, eyes wide as you listened out for the pattern of the alarm.

The short repetition of regular beeps meant that the mission had gone down smoothly, and you felt a wave of calm rush over you. Bucky sighed beside you and you turned to him with a relieved grin, all thoughts of your previous position gone.

“They’re fine.” You exhaled, resting your head once again against Bucky’ shoulder. “Do you want to go meet them in the tactical room? We could probably sneak into their debrief.”

Bucky’s smile was almost wistful as he gazed at you. “Whatever you want, doll.”

You hesitated; something was niggling at you, as if you were forgetting to do something first. Exhaling softly, you glanced down at Bucky’s lips. Why not? You could always blame it on the alcohol if he rejected you.

You leant in and softly pressed your lips to his.

Pulling away, you brushed a strand of hair that had fallen in your eyes behind your ear. His face was unreadable. Oh God. Now you’d really gone and fucked it up.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-”

Bucky cut you off, grabbing your hips as he hauled you onto his lap. “Don’t apologise, doll.”

His eyes were stunningly blue.

All further thoughts were promptly wiped as he brought his lips down to yours. His arms were around you and his insistent lips parted yours, creating sensations you’d never felt before. Feeling as if you were drowning, his arms were the only thing keeping you from going under. You could taste faint whisky and the scent of his cologne filled your senses, evoking a fire in your veins. You hadn’t ever felt such a desire for someone before, and, before the swimming giddiness took you over, you wrapped your legs round his hips.

Bucky’s hand slipped from your hips to grab your ass, and suddenly you understood why people describe kissing as intoxicating. Every inch of your body seemed to melt into his touch, craving more, as you entwined your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The hand gently cupping your cheek drew lines of flames across your skin, aching with desire.

“Get the fuck off away from my niece.” Tony burst in, repulsor raised as he gritted out his words. “Now, Barnes.”

You leapt off him, hands raised as Tony glared at the man you’d just been sitting on. The lack of nicknames or funny quips showed just how pissed off he was.

Without Captain Rogers or Agent Romanoff, you weren’t sure what you would have done. They forced Tony to go back to mission debrief, although you’d caught the wink the Captain had given Bucky. You had heard Tony threatening to chuck a certain ex-assassin out of the compound all the way down the corridor, but it would hopefully give him time to cool off.

And to somewhat accept what he’d seen.

Somewhat.

Bucky chuckled softly. “That was a surprise.”

“Yeah.” You murmured in agreement, sitting back down to lean against him. You didn’t think you’d have to worry too much about feeling lonely during missions anymore.

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Why Are We (Best) Friends?

Warnings: excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humor, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.

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Chapter Five: Fuck You

The Present.

“How much do you remember?” Remus nagged the next morning as Patton bustled around his room getting dressed.

“I wasn’t black out drunk!” Patton retaliated, “I remember everything.” Patton wasn’t, and he’ll say it again, not a lightweight. No. Not that the thought offended him in any way shape or form. “I mean, it’s fuzzy, but still,” he mumbled into his shirt as he pulled it off over his head.

“So… Logan knows and now probably the others…” Remus clutched the rumpled bed sheets, his eyes stretched wide to accommodate all his stress. Waiting for the floorboards to open their jaws and swallow him, chew and spit him out again, he stared at it expectantly. He’d rather bleed to death from splintery teeth than deal with this right now, and he wouldn’t have to if he resembled mashed potatoes. This fucking stress. This guilt.

“I’m over thirty years old! It’s normal, having a drink with a friend!” Patton dismissed with a wave of his hand, swatting Remus’s very real, very valid concerns away. Not entirely unusual. That is, if they were talking about something as trivial as why Mother Nature created hyenas the way she did. Poor things, childbirth was already messy enough.

“They shouldn’t be so shocked. Now where’s my—” Patton whisked around the room looking for a change of clothes, and Jesus, he needed to clean his room. He found his one clean polo wedged behind his wardrobe. Remus thought he was entirely too concerned about clothes when everything had been fundamentally fucked up yesterday. Clothes were overrated, anyway.

“Why did you…?” Remus couldn’t help but ask. Trying to make sense of things was a new hobby of his. He was still an amateur. Patton pulled his fresh polo on, and Remus tried to ask again hoping he’d succeed with one less distraction.

“Why did you admit we’re friends to Logan?”

Patton just looked at him like he was crazy. Crazier than he thought. “Because we are? I had just been talking about how I need to stop pretending we're not friends. Do you really think I’d go back on my word so quickly?” He said incredulously. “Hey, I think I left my hoodie under the bed again. Could you pass it?”

Remus did retrieve the garment from beneath the bed, checking there were no cobwebs or spiders on it. Then he held it, frozen. Remus rivalled Virgil when it came to thinking of worst case scenarios, only Remus wasn’t normally scared by them. Now… Remus knew he’d someday ruin everything for Patton. Ruin it like he ruins everything. That’s what happens when you’re the embodiment of bad ideas. It’s not fun anymore when he’s ruining something, someone, he actually cares about.

He just wanted Patton to be happy…

Hands rested on his shoulders, comforting and solid. “Look at me,” Patton hushed. Remus did.

Since when did his eyes twinkle like that?

“I don’t regret it, Remus,” Patton said sternly. “I can’t afford to spend every sober moment regretting everything.” Patton smiled. “I want good memories, however few.” His eyes crinkled in that simple, rare way you’d hope to see well worn into his skin one day. That private smile was for Remus.

Patton gently took the hoodie and wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape. “I’m gonna need some tequila for this.”

Oh god.

(}ï{)

Now how was Patton supposed to break the news? He chickened out at breakfast, and he chickened out at lunch, now it was dinner. There was chicken on the table and no room for more than one. God, it felt like coming out of the closet all over again. Think, what would Remus do?

“I’m not a virgin,” Patton blurted.

Oh yes, very subtle.

Cutlery clattered and clanged combined with collective choked coughing.

That didn’t quite come across how he had wanted it to. Perhaps Patton was drunker than he thought and he didn’t need that extra liquid courage right before dinner after all. He had been aiming for tipsy, like usual, when he had taken a few shots this morning.

(He didn’t know how to get through a whole day entirely sober anymore. Wake up, get dressed, have a couple shots, brush your teeth, have breakfast— it was routine. When sober, he hardly had the energy to maintain his act, but when tipsy, he was just delirious enough for his insanity to come across as jovial joy.

Yes, that did mean Patton was living with a constant hangover.

And no, he could not find the strength to care.)

Perhaps he had overshot it with his nerves making him lose count.

All well, it served the same purpose.

Last time, anyway, Patton had just blurted that he thought guys were attractive, and it turned out fine. (Which went something along the lines of:

“Boys are hot.”

“Duh.”

“They are indeed glorious creatures.”

“I can confirm that that is a factual statement.”)

Why should it work any different this time?

Wait, why is no one saying anything?

Patton looked around at his fellow sides, and they all looked like they saw a creepy crawly death dealer sitting comfortably on his head.

“Did you hear me?”

As their brains caught up, Virgil and Roman both spluttered, “What?!” There was another brief silence before the information caught up to Logan, and he too followed with a small, “What?”

Bewildered, Virgil and Roman’s heads snapped around at Logan. “You mean— you didn’t…?”

“No,” Logan said, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I dreamt what I saw yesterday,” Logan eventually said. All of the colour was drained from him. “Yeah, I know, so surprising how articulate I can be when I’m drunk,” Patton half joked defensively.

“Do you know what virgin even means, Patton?” Roman asked slowly, hoping this was one of Patton’s hilarious misunderstandings. Patton sighed. “It means someone who hasn’t had sex before. And I have. So I’m not,” he said, beginning to curl in on himself. He felt trapped like an insect enveloped in a water droplet, not strong enough to break the surface tension.

“With you always expecting me to be honest I wouldn’t have thought you’d be so surprised when I actually am,” Patton observed bitterly. Something about the mention of truthfulness struck a nerve in Virgil, resulting in a false epiphany. “Deceit?” Virgil said sceptically. The glare pressing on Patton made him feel like he nearly lost his footing despite not moving an inch.

“Wha— no, I'm not Janus!” Patton said incredulously. “Not that being Janus is a bad thing,” he added under his breath. Patton wouldn’t be offended to be compared to Janus under normal circumstances. However in this situation, he was put off by the negative connotations Virgil was associating with Janus.

“That sounds like something Deceit would say,” Roman mused.

“Oh, you want proof? Fine! Janus!” Patton summoned. A very discombobulated Janus appeared, much to the others’ surprise. “I know exactly what’s going on,” he lied.

“You are Janus, I am Patton, correct?” Patton snapped. “...No?” Janus said, utterly confused. Slightly scared too.

“See?” Patton pleaded. Meanwhile, Janus glanced around at everyone else’s faces screwed up in confusion and some other indecipherable glob of emotions Janus deemed safe to assume as anger. “Jesus, good luck,” he muttered to Patton, and he promptly sank out.

“We just never thought— you always were so pure—”

“Because that’s what was expected from me!” Patton heaved a breath, pushing back his tears. “I committed adultery! There! I said it— and no, I don’t mean adulthood,” he announced. Those words felt like screaming in a claustrophobic space. Stretching, stuffed into a suitcase, and feeling the unforgiving, unrelenting walls. It felt like breathing in the vacuum of space.

“I knew as soon as I broke that perfect, innocent image of me you have, you wouldn’t react well. And guess what? You’re acting exactly like I expected you to!” He screamed. With another sharp, trembly breath, he vented all his frustrations out to people other than Remus for the first time.

He lost it.

“You’ve always treated me like a fucking child even though I’m the oldest. Telling me to shut up and let the adults talk, and this is a grown up conversation, or oh, you wouldn’t get it Patton even. Always sheltering, patronising me as if I’m not over thirty fucking years old,” a lump formed in his throat. “I’m Thomas’s heart. Where do you think his feelings of lust come from?!” Miserable strings of choked back words wound up like a ball of yarn into an incomprehensible howl that tumbled out of Patton.

“When I learnt what repression means, it sounded like something that perhaps wasn’t the best thing for me to keep doing, an-and I thought you’d want me to stop. That you’d be happy for me if I did,” he whimpered.

“W-we did! We are!” Roman quickly jumped in. “It’s just… just not— you… um, listen Padre, uh we,” he faltered. Looking to Logan for guidance, they just found him lost in his head, eyebrows scrunched, grimacing.

“Hold on, if it wasn’t us then it had to have been a dark side,” Virgil finally realised. Roman gasped, and Logan grimaced harder.

“I’m also an alcoholic?” Patton said in an attempt to quickly distract. It distracted them alright, only their reactions were just as bad or worse. It sent them all into a senseless squabble.

“So there was no consent then?” Virgil spoke up, mildly horrified.

What the fuck did he just hear?

Jaw slacked, breath fumbling, all Patton could hear for a moment was his thudding heart before a feeble, “Of course there was,” escaped him. “I can think for myself I-I-I’m not a child I…” And he looked like he'd just been stabbed, they saw. Between his ribs, the knife twisted, locking the blade in and exuding pressure. Because no, they’re not letting his blood spill. Can’t have carpet stains now, can they?

“He must have been manipulating you. Making you valuable with— with drinking and taking advantage of you,” Virgil said, seeming almost concerned for him. “He’s a dark side, he can’t genuinely care about you. It’s the only explanation,” Roman agreed rather bluntly.

His ears must be broken.

Patton’s eyes glistened. “How could you say that?” The watery wimper scraped his throat. “He’s my friend.” Patton wouldn’t let a tear fall; he refused. Only his true friends were allowed to see him that valuable.

“This— this isn’t— please just listen, please! I just wanted to be more honest with you all, an-and I was hoping yo-you’d accept our friendship…” Patton finished lamely.

“He is a dark side, Patton,” they said. “We are your friends,” they said. “We are the ones who really care about you,” they said. Lying was wrong, they had said. Hypocrites.

Mouth helplessly clamped shut, his thoughts ricketed around his skull like a brick in a washing machine. He wouldn’t have had to resort to alcoholism if they hadn’t made him bottle his feelings. Remus would never hurt him, he’s a good friend! Patton has been by his side when Remus was so fucking high, he didn’t even recognise him, and not for one moment did he even consider hurting him in any way! Remus cares. Maybe this whole thing was one big mistake. Patton always belonged with the others, not Virgil. And if Virgil had already made the switch over, then it was his turn. Patton had thought, hey, maybe I’m wrong. They’re my friends; they love me. But he was wrong. Stupid, nieve Patton being wrong, who knew.

Remus wouldn’t treat him like this.

Reverting to his last resort, Patton pleaded, “How can Thomas love himself if he can’t accept himself? If you can’t accept us?”

Completely unmoved, they held up their hands to address him as a scared, dumb animal. Their voice tweaked into a tone used for gently scorning a toddler, “It’s okay, Patton. It’s not your fault he’s manipulated you. We can help. He doesn’t have to use you anymore, we can do this together—”

“F-fuck you. Fuck. You. Bastards.”

As he sunk down, Patton called back one last thing, “By the way, Roman.

I fucked your brother.”

(}ï{)

Why? Why, why, why, why, why— It’s all Logan could think the whole time. It just didn’t compute, no matter how valiantly he tried to understand. Why why why why why?!

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Survey #409

“when everything is wrong, we move along”

Are you a good kisser? I mean there's no way for me to actually know, but I guess history suggests I'm not bad. What question do you hate being asked the most? "What does your tattoo mean?" I'm so self-conscious of my "strange" interests that I can't stand that question and I get SO awkward. I know, I know, "Then why did you even get it?" Reason being it makes me happy and I don't want my fears to win anyway. What do you think the hardest part of surviving is? Just that very thing: surviving. Getting through rough patches with your sanity and good health intact. Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? No. Do you honestly hate anyone? Sometimes I think I still hate the girl Jason dated after me. It's entirely unjustified, and even knowing they're not together anymore (at least, to my knowledge), thinking of her just... makes me angry and jealous and just generally uncomfortable. I also sincerely hate someone who violated my best friend. What song did you hear last? I'm listening to a slowed down mash-up of "Circus" by Britney Spears and "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga. It's actually p dope man. Have you ever walked in on your friends having sex? YIKES no. Where do you find you take most of your naps? I nap in my bed. Do you like sleeping just wearing your underwear and a top? No. I had to do that once and I was SO uncomfortable. Are you named after a parent or grandparent? No. Who was the last person to ask you out? Girt. Do you have nice legs? No. Has a boyfriend’s brother ever hit on you? No. Do you have a nice butt? That's an even bigger "no." I have like, no ass lmao. What do you have a massive attraction towards? Some short Korean dude that is the literal avatar of "chaotic good" lmao. Have you ever made a sex tape? NOOOOOOO and I never will. How do you feel about your weight right now? I am immensely unhappy and just seriously depressed by it. Have your parents ever told you that you’re a disappointment? Oh my god, no. I would die. I feel like they think that, but they've never said or acted so. Do graveyards thrill or terrify you? They give me a feeling of peace, and I find them humbling as a tiny, mortal being that's only here for a flicker in time. They remind me to try and make use of that spark. What song’s your current favorite? I've really been digging "SAVIOR" by SWARM as of recently. Do you miss any of your exes? Yes. Did you ever take pottery class in high school? They didn't offer a course for specifically pottery; it was just included in Art. I made one or two things. Have you ever felt yourself fainting? A few times. Who’s the last boy to make you cry? Guess. His memory, anyway. Did he know that he made you cry? I honestly wonder what he'd think if he knew all these years later, I still have times where I cry over him. When’s the last time you felt like a total asshole? I don't really know. Has anyone ever threatened you? Yes. Would you ever own a rat? I've owned quite a lot. I LOVE rats, and a part of me wants another pair, but I'm just not a great owner of pets that require so much cleaning. Would you or do you ever spank your kids? NO. I will ALWAYS say this regarding this subject: you do not teach your children through fear, nor do you instill in them, deliberately or not, that it is okay to hit people when they upset you. Have you ever considered being a cop? Nope. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve ever kept a goldfish alive? Not long. Fish husbandry is more complicated than people make you think, so your ordinary fishbowl situation isn't going to work long. Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? My mother has. Dad has never said anything regarding this subject, thank god. That would be uncomfortable as shit. Have you ever spent over $100.00 on an article of clothing? What was it? Fuck no. Honestly, have you ever mooned or flashed somebody? No. Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? Actually, yes. I pulled the first all-nighter in eons a few days back. What was on the last sandwich you had? Ham, cheese, and mustard. Do you own a trenchcoat? Bitch I wish. Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? Christ, my iPod that I've had since middle school. Seriously, a 4th gen. iPod Nano is still running, and I use it HEAVILY. I have no fucking clue how it's still alive. Tell me the last thing you searched on the internet? A definition just to make sure I was using it correctly. Are you currently in a smoking environment? Nooooo. Ma would never allow someone to smoke in here, and I honestly wouldn't either. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Have you ever taken care of a drunk friend? No. How about a hungover friend? No. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? You gross me out. (: Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? No. Have you ever gone in a sauna? NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I would hate that SO much. What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? ALWAYS wanted? Probably a ferret. I don't actually want one now, but the idea is still nice to imagine. They're such characters. Is there any TV show that ended that you wish hadn’t? Ugggghhhh, Deadman Wonderland. It ended on SUCH a cliffhanger. I mean the manga continued, so I could've chosen to read that, but I don't read manga. Have you ever seen your parents drunk and what was your reaction? I saw my dad drunk all the time when I was younger because he was an alcoholic for as long as he lived with us. I knew he was either going to be hilarious or volatile and withdrawn. 50/50 chance. I've seen my mom drunk a couple times, and it was always surprising to me because she drinks very rarely. She's a very social and silly drunk, and it's a rare occasion where she seems happy. What’s your biggest body worry when you wear a bikini? Hunny, you would NOT see me in a bikini. Even if no one else was around, I wouldn't put one on. If you had the chance to redo high school knowing what you know now, how would you redo it? I think I probably wouldn't have dated Jason. Do you or anyone you know have an account on deviantART? I have for many, many years, and have friends that do, too. Do you get your eyebrows waxed? Not anymore. If you draw, what's one thing you always have trouble with? HANDS. Who was the first person you made out with, and where was it? Jason, in his bed. When was the last time someone said you were attractive? WOW, who the fuck even knows. Have you ever had to pretend you were sober, even though you were wasted? How did it turn out? No. Have you ever smoked at school? No. Have you ever thrown up from working out? No. Do you think machines will take over the world? I think it's a possibility. Technology keeps advancing faster and faster that I wouldn't be all that surprised if we design them to such an advanced state that they have some sort of sentience. Is the way you typically behave congruent with your ethnic background? What the ACTUAL fuck is this question. Literally fuck off. Have you ever lived in a brand new house? No. Has the last person you kissed met your father? Yes. What’s your favourite breed of dog? I have a strong bias for beagles. As far as visual appeal of breeds goes, I REALLY couldn't tell ya. There are so many beautiful dogs. Do you think more about the past, present or future? I'm pretty obsessed with the past. Do you swear in front of your parents? Dad, freely. Around Mom, I try not to say "fuck" or "goddamn" because she really doesn't like those. I still say some words, though. It's just pure habit. What’s something that’s bothering you? I've just been having envy problems lately, and it's not an emotion I'm used to or enjoy whatsoever. Have you ever been asked out by someone you didn’t want to date? Yeah. Did any particular thing brighten up your day today? Not really. Do you know who your latest ex is dating? Nobody. What are your plans for the weekend? My sister Katie and her husband are coming to visit, and we're probably driving up to a lake that Ash and her little family stay at all the time so Katie can meet the kids. But with that storm coming through, it's questionable if we'll actually go, because it's an hour drive. When were you last in a car? Earlier today to go to the TMS office. I officially start my tapering sessions, so I won't be going every day now. Have you cried today at all? No. Have you ever gone out in public in your pajamas? That is noooot rare, honestly. Depends on where I'm going. Have you ever had bronchitis? Nope. Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? Twice, I wanna say? What do you want right this second? To actually have motivation to draw a picture I have planned. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now would you accept? No. If I weren't so opposed to smoking because of the lung damage I honestly would, though. I'm curious how it would affect my anxiety. Can you control your dreams if you realize you are dreaming? No. When was the last time you cried really hard? I'm really not sure. Do you think you can last for an hour without talking? Very, very easily. I probably do that on a daily basis. Do you know anyone else with your name? Yes, but spelled differently.

[midnightsnyx]

Nathan MacKinnon - Little Do You Know

pairing: nathan mackinnon/reader

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: new game - count how many commas i can put in a paragraph

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Nathan MacKinnon

October

“You look like a puppy dog in love.” Cale says and I glare at him.

“I do not.”

“Dude, you’ve been drooling over him for the past two hours.” He grins but raises an eyebrow. “Y’know… he’s probably going to take one of those girls home.”

I let my eyes trail to where Nate is sitting at a table with some other guys from the team along with at least six girls.

Normally, I would at least be sitting at the table even though it was annoying watching girls latch on to Nate like leeches and him loving it. But, Cale is just able to legally drink at bars and I was given the task of taking care of him. While we started out sitting with the guys, two things caused us to leave.

One, I realized how bad an influence the guys were on Cale who really couldn’t hold his alcohol yet.

And two, it was annoying when all the girls decided to sit with them.

So I’d dragged Cale to a booth and made him drink a couple glasses of water and eat a bag of chips until he sobered down a little which was nice until I remembered he was even more annoying sober. He had been bothering me for the past fifteen minutes about how love struck I am looking at Nate.

He wasn’t wrong but pointing it out got under my skin.

“I don’t care.” I mutter but he just scoffs.

“Right. Call me when pigs fly and I will believe you.”

“Do you want me to send you home?” I snap and he slouches in his seat, cheeks turning red at the fact that I can indeed send him back to his apartment.

“Fine.” He mutters but his eyes widen and he nods towards where his teammates are sitting. I look and see Nate walking towards us. He’s way more than tipsy and grins when he looks at me.

“Having fun?”

“Yeah. Babysitting is awesome.” I grumble and Cale kicks my leg under the table.

Nate simply smiles and I can tell he doesn’t pick up on my sarcasm.

“I’m heading out.” He says, jerking his head towards the front door. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

When I look towards the door, I see a girl waiting there and she gives me a satisfied smirk that I ignore. Before I left the table, she’d been glaring at me every time I spoke to Nate.

“Sure.” I mutter and when he leans down to kiss my cheek, I clear my throat and lean back in my seat so he kisses air. He almost tips over which is probably the highlight of my night.

“Have a nice night.” I tell him when he frowns at me. I don’t know if he gets the message or is just too drunk to care but he nods and leaves.

“I told you so.” Cale says and I sigh, standing up and motioning for him to follow me. I walk over to the table where the guys are and put on a fake smile.

“We’re heading out.” I tell them and pinch Cale’s cheeks. “It’s past his bedtime.”

They all laugh loudly but wave when we leave. The air is cold when it hits me but it’s better than how stuffy the bar was.

“Can I trust you to get home yourself?” I ask Cale because I need to go for a walk to relax and clear my mind.

“I’m not five.” He says but I call his cab for him anyway. When it arrives, he stops and looks at me before getting inside.

“You should really tell him.”

“I know.” I say and he gives me a tight smile.

“But you won’t.”

“No,” I say quietly. “I won’t.”

. . .

November

Nate invites me to lunch on a Saturday telling me he has some news and wants me to hear it from him first. I expect it to be something related to hockey or maybe about his family.

But it’s not.

He’s met someone and he wants me to meet her.

“She’s great. I think you’re really going to like her.” He says grinning and I don’t have the heart to act like an asshole just because I’ve had feelings for him for years but didn’t do anything about it. I can’t blame him for that.

So I force a smile and nod. “I’d love to meet her.”

. . .

Of fucking course.

Of course she has to be nice. She’s probably one of the nicest people I have ever met and I should hate her but I can’t.

Because she’s too fucking nice.

Her name is Julia and she’s a journalist.

And she treats me like we’ve been best friends for years.

She invites me shopping and dinners and she even invites me on a trip to Los Angeles which I politely turn down because what the hell. Who just invites someone on a trip to LA and offers to pay for everything?

Julia. That’s who.

. . .

Cale finds all this fucking hilarious.

“I can’t believe you’re friends with her.” He cackles. “I mean, this whole situation is insane.”

“She’s a good person, okay?” I snap.

“Who’s a good person?”

I jump when Nate and Julia walk in the room. Cale opens his mouth to say something but I slap my hand over his mouth.

“The girl who served us ice-cream today.” I say and Cale laughs but it’s muffled because I still have my hand over his mouth. I glare at him and he sticks his tongue out and licks my hand making me drop it.

“That’s gross.”

Julia giggles and I look to see her curled up on Nate’s lap. “You two would be a cute couple.” She says and I roll my eyes. I love Cale, but as a brother. I could never think of him as anymore than that.

“They’re like brother and sister.” Nate says stiffly and I look at him in surprise. He has an annoyed look on his face which is weird. He’s never reacted like this when I dated other guys.

“Yeah, I think I’d throw up if I had to kiss Y/N.” Cale says cheerfully and I throw a pillow at him.

“Oh, well we will have to set Y/N up on a date soon.” She says and nudges Nate. “One of your teammates, maybe?”

Nate’s gaze darkens. “Over my dead body.”

And just like that, my body goes cold. He’s staring at me but I lift my chin, refusing to let him try to make decisions on who I can date.

“I guess you’ll have to drop dead soon because you don’t have a say in who I’m allowed to date.” I snap, glaring at him. The room is suffocating with tension and I’m waiting for him to say something but Cale whistles and stands up, pulling me off the couch too.

“Well, this has been fun but I don’t think I can cover up a murder today.” He says and drags me out of the room. As we’re walking out the front door, I can hear Nate and Julia arguing.

And it feels like a victory.

. . .

December

Saturday or Sunday afternoons were always reserved for lunch with Nate if he wasn’t on a road trip. But since our argument or whatever you want to call it, we haven’t spoken.

I figured he was either still mad at me or was spending those afternoons with Julia instead but a week before Christmas, I got a text from her asking if we could get dinner together.

This took me by surprise because I hadn’t spoken to her since that day either. But I agree and we set the date for a Wednesday evening when I know Nate is on a road trip.

She’s typing away on her phone when I sit down. Her head raises and she smiles but it doesn’t quite touch her eyes.

“How are you?” She asks and I shrug.

“Not bad, all considering.” I say and she nods.

She looks nervous and I raise an eyebrow in question. She is making me nervous because she keeps opening and closing her mouth like she wants to say something but can’t.

After a minute, she sighs and looks at the table.

“I’m going to break up with Nate.”

Wait.

“What?” I ask, feeling completely shocked. When she invited me to dinner I was expecting us to catch up and maybe her saying something about the argument Nate and I had.

She shrugs. “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t love me.”

“Nate does love you.” I say but she shakes her head.

“No. Nate loves you.”

I feel like someone punched me in the stomach and then threw me off a cliff when she says that. I want to say something. Deny her statement but I can’t.

“I think I’ve known for awhile, I just didn’t want to admit it.” Her hand shakes a little when she wipes a tear away. “He’s been miserable since the two of you stopped talking and nothing I do is making him feel better.” She laughs a little bitterly. “And I should hate you for that but I can’t. You’re too nice of a friend.”

“I felt the same when I met you.” I say.

She smiles sadly. “I know.”

I watch her stand up and put her coat on. “I truly hope you and Nate will be happy together.”

“We’re not…” I say but trail off. “Why do you think that?”

She shrugs. “I just have a feeling.”

. . .

Christmas Eve

Due to a blizzard and a canceled flight, I have to spend my Christmas Eve alone, in my apartment and in the dark because of a power outage.

Peachy.

It isn’t the worst Christmas Eve I’ve had because there have been quite a few that I would rather forget. It still sucks so as I lay on my living room floor and wallow in pity, I perk up when I hear the doorbell because the pizza guy is finally here. I grab my wallet and rush to the door, throwing it open without even checking the peephole and almost pass out when I come face to face with someone who’s not the pizza guy.

“Hey,” Nate says awkwardly. He’s holding a box of pizza in one hand and a flashlight in the other. “Um, the power is out so the pizza guy couldn’t ring and I still had my key so…”

I stand in the doorway like a dummy while he stands there looking stupidly hot. My mouth flops open and shut a few times like a fish before he clears his throat and nods.

“Can I come in?” He asks and the manners my mother drilled in my head as a teenager kick in. I step to the side and he brushes past me, kicking his shoes off and walking straight to the living room.

He’s been here a million times but there is something different now. There’s a tension in the room that’s never been there before.

He lays the pizza on the coffee table and sits on the layer of blankets and cushions I had spread out on the floor before he came. I haven’t moved from the spot I was standing and when he raises an eyebrow at me, I stiffly walk towards him.

“You can sit down. I don’t bite.” He jokes and I plop down beside him, missing how easy things used to be between us. When I look at him, he is staring at his phone screen but it’s locked.

“Julia broke up with me.” He says quietly.

“Why?” I ask and do my best not to give away that I already know.

“She knew I was in love with someone else.” He says and the look he gives me knocks the air out of my chest. He’s looking at me like I made the goddamn sun rise and it’s killing me.

“Oh?” I squeak. “Who?”

“I think you know.”

His eyes bore into mine and I know he’s not going to make any kind of move until I respond.

“Nate.” I say but he just raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You just got dumped.”

“Ouch?” he says and I wince because this isn’t how I planned for this conversation to go.

“You’re heartbroken.”

“I’m not, actually.”

“You should be.” I snap and stand up and his eyes follow me when I start pacing. “I don’t understand you - Julia was great for you and she was really nice-”

“but she wasn’t you.” He says, standing up and walking to me. Before I can push past him, he gathers my hands up in his much larger ones forcing me to stand still.

“Look, I’ve been an idiot and a jerk. I know that. I shouldn’t have used Julia to try and get over you or make you jealous.” he shakes his head and sighs. “and I know you would never do that because you’re such a better person than I am, and you deserve better than me but I want you, and I love you more than anything and if that makes me a selfish idiot, I don’t care.”

He looks nervous as he waits for my response but I don’t know what to say because how do I top that? How do I tell him that I’ve loved him, probably since the moment I met him.

I’ve never been great with words so instead, I stand up on the tips of toes and kiss him soundly. He kisses me back immediately and without hesitation; like he’s starving for air and I’m the only one who can give it to him.

We kiss for what could be minutes or hours, only coming up for air and when I finally pull away, the dopey grin on his face makes up for the past two months of heartbreak.

“I guess that answers my question.” He says and I blush. “But, I’d really like to hear-”

“I love you.” I tell him.

His smile lights up the room.

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word count: 5.9k

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warnings: swearing, alcohol, rough sex, choking, thigh riding (note: the previous parts can be found on my masterlist, the link is in my bio!)

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You hate that you’re excited right now, but you literally can’t help the way your heart starts thumping faster when you hear him moving on the other side of the door.

He opens it with a big grin and you bite your lips to hold back an even wider smile.

He hums and looks you over while move into the apartment. “You look good.”

He says the words as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, and you hate where your brain goes.

He needs to stop doing cute things because your heart really can’t handle it.

“Thanks,” You say meekly, not moving from your spot on the carpet. Your stomach is embarrassingly erupting in butterflies while you watch him move around you to slip a jacket on.

“What do you think?” He asks, hands smoothing the black bomber he just put on.

“About your outfit?” You chuckle, looking him over. He looks good, but he always does. Clothes or no clothes. He’s in a plain white tee with black jeans and an expensive looking pair of white sneakers.

“Yeah. Last time I put something on and you told me I wasn’t gonna get laid, so I just wanna make sure that this outfit is good enough for you to come home with me,”

You bite your lip with a smile and a shake of your head. “You look fine,” You whisper, adding, “Plus my car is here so I kinda have to come back.”

He rolls his eyes, his big hand coming to rest on the small of your back while he opens the door for you. “The Uber is here,”

You’re not exactly sure how you want to be going to another party in the first place, but when you woke up last week after Josh’s surprise visit, the bed was empty. He left a note along with bagel and coffee from the shop down the street, and you hadn’t seen him since.

He went on a week long road trip where you’d texted all day everyday, which probably wasn’t doing anything to stall the developing feelings you were having for him.

On the last game of their trip they’d clinched a playoff spot, and Josh phoned you right away, explaining that Ryan was having a party to celebrate and he wanted you to come with him.

You reluctantly agreed, trying to convince Lindsay to go with you, but she’d declined, insisting she had another more important party to go to instead. You were pretty sure she was just avoiding Boone though.

She’d helped you pick an outfit and do your makeup, and now you’re here, walking nervously out to the Uber while Josh talks about the road trip.

You’re in your head most of the drive, just thinking. Things were never this foggy before. Last year you were head over heels for him and you thought maybe he felt that way too, but you always had a gut feeling that something was off. You knew deep down it was wrong. That proved to be true when he ghosted you like you hadn’t been hooking up for four months.

The sex is the same as it was before but now there’s these additives that you haven’t experienced with him. There’s no off feeling. His behaviour is wildly different, and it’s almost impossible for you to pin down where his head is at.

Does he or does he not have feelings for you?

Lindsay says he doesn’t, and so does the jacket you found. But that could have been his moms? Or just a friends?

Those two things point to no, but everything else is pointing to yes. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him too, which is why you’ve abandoned the stupid podcast shit. Why do it if he feels the same?

You’re not even aware you’ve arrived at Ryan’s until Josh is opening the door in front of you, chuckling when he sees your surprise.

He smiles handsomely, tucking your hair behind your ear, “Everything okay?”

You nod quickly, brushing him off to step out of the car. “Just excited,” You lie, following him up to the house.

You can hear the music booming before the door even opens, and when it does, you’re shocked by the amount of people you’re seeing. It’s one of the biggest crowds you’ve seen at a house party, and you already know that you’re gonna need to step out for air within the first hour.

Josh leads your through the bodies, until there’s a clearing where his teammates sit on a couch, expensive bottles of alcohol cover the table in front of them. They see Josh and the house gets even louder if possible. It’s a mix of hollers and shouts that make him laugh. He throws a hand up, tugging you to him by the waist. “Playoffs baby!” He roars, and the crowd screams louder back at him.

You watch on with wide eyes and Josh laughs, despite your surprise at what’s going on you smile too, the giddy grin he’s sporting proving to be very contagious.

He looks down at you and winks, while you shake your head. “This is crazy,”

He just nods and then leans down to kiss your cheek. You’re expecting him to let go after that but he holds on, opting to wrap his other arm around your waist to pull you into him completely. After a light squeeze and a small lift he puts you down, and tugs you over to the couch with a finger in the back pocket of your jeans.

You sit and his hand is immediately glued to your leg. Looking around the room nervously, you bite your lip when you see all the eyes that are on you. Most of them are girls, their gaze flicking back and forth between you and Josh.

You uncomfortably look down at your feet, leaning into him a little more.

He’s in a middle of a conversation but he welcomes your embrace all too easily, like you’ve been together for years, his hand coming off your leg and around your waist while he continues to talk.

When he’s finished he turns to look at you, nodding his head to the table, “What do you want to drink?”

Boone answers for you when he throws a package of disposable shot glasses onto the table with an energetic shout, “Tequila!”

Josh raises his eyebrows and you smile, shrugging your shoulders, “I’ll do it if you do it,”

And that’s how you end up at a beer pong table across from Boone and Pierre, a strong buzz and a not necessary drink in your hand.

Seth has been carrying your team the whole time, but as much as you suck, Pierre and Boone are even worse.

Pierre misses another cup and you shake your head, “Damn, you should really just stick to hockey.”

He gives you a dramatic face and sticks his tongue out, turning around while he obnoxiously yells, “Trickshot!”

He chucks the ball over his head and you burst out laughing when it lands five feet to the left of the table.

“That was horrible!” You tell him, “And it’s not even your turn,”

He waves a hand with a drunk smile and then slurs, “Whatever, it’s just a game.”

Seth hands you a ball and you hold your hand out for a high five to your partner. “You got this, Seth.”

There’s one cup left on their side, and Seth is incredibly focused for how much he’s drank. He eyes the cup with a grin and then chucks the ball.

It plops into the cup and suddenly you and Seth and most of the people around you are shouting.

Seth turns to scream in your face and you do the same, laughing when he picks you up and does a lap around the table, placing you onto your feet so he can high five you again.

Pierre throws his hat in disgust, and you laugh even harder, “It’s just a game, Luc!” You tease. He just gives you another face before turning to walk away.

“Good game, partner.” Seth chuckles, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Me? Are you kidding? Seth I didn’t sink a single ball.” You say the words as you scan the room for a tall brunette, but his broad shoulders don’t catch your eye anywhere.

Seth laughs, “Just take the compliment, I was saying it to be polite.”

You give him a light punch on the arm, and he pretends to flinch, flopping down on the couch a few feet behind him.

You look awkwardly around the room again but you still don’t see Josh. You start to worry for a split second, thinking maybe he’s somewhere with another girl, but then Seth is interrupting your thoughts. “Are you looking for Josh? He went outside to go get Wenny out of the pool. He should be back in a few.”

“Oh, okay.” You say with a shrug, leaning over to see if you can get a look out the windows.

Seth laughs and pats the spot next to him, “I’ll keep you company until he’s back.”

It seems innocent enough so you nod and sit down beside him.

“Okay I need your opinion on something.” Seth says, sounding oddly serious.

You widen your eyes, and turn to face him a little bit more. “Yeah, of course. What is it?”

Seth leans in and flicks his head up, “That girl over there, in the light blue crop top, is she actually as hot as I think she is?”

The second he finishes you burst out laughing, slapping his shoulder while you embarrassingly snort. This makes Seth go off and now the two of you are sitting there, busting a gut, close to crying from laughing so hard.

Once he finally calms down, he raises a hand and you collect yourself. “Seriously, she hot?”

A satisfied smirk crosses his face before you jump in again, “But she chews with her mouth open,” You point out, watching while she chomps down on a dorito from the chip bowl.

Seth laughs incredulously, “So?! You snort when you laugh!”

You mouth drops open and you try to act offended, but you end up just giggling again. “Only when I’m drunk.” You defend yourself and he nods but it’s clear he obviously doesn’t believe you.

“Should I go talk to her?” Seth’s words get quieter when you finally see Josh across the room.

Alex is standing beside him, fully clothed but absolutely drenched, and it would be hilarious, but the look on Josh’s face makes it not funny at all. From how soaked the floor is it looks like they’ve been standing there awhile and you have a feeling that he’s not too happy about what he just saw with you and Seth.

“Go talk to her,” You tell Seth, getting to your feet to head over to Josh.

He starts walking towards you at the same time that you take to him, and instead of stopping like you do, he passes you completely, grabbing your arm as he does so. He pulls you behind him by your wrist and you jog to keep up with him.

“Josh,” You say, but he doesn’t let up, leading you straight out of the house and down the side walk. “Josh!” You say again, but still, nothing.

He finally stops when you get to the road, letting go of you so he can pull his phone out of his back pocket.

“What the hell?” You say, but he doesn’t respond. You watch on, confused while he opens the Uber app and orders a car. You see two minutes flash across the screen before Josh shoves the phone back into his butt pocket, pushing his clenched fists into the front ones after.

“What was that?” You ask quietly, hating the way he won’t even make eye contact with you.

“What?” He plays it off like nothing just happened and your jaw actually hits the floor. Was he seriously about to act like he didn’t just practically drag you out by your hair?

“Why did we leave?” You say curtly and he shrugs infuriatingly.

“Cause.”

The minute you sit down in the Uber you feel your buzz go, like it was disintegrated by the frustration you felt when Josh made a scene.

The whole way home you don’t say a word while Josh makes friendly conversation with the Uber driver like he’s not totally pissed off.

When you pull up to his place, you’re the first one out of the car, and the first one up the stairs, unwilling to take an elevator because you know the second the doors close behind you, you’re gonna go off, and the public doesn’t need to see you rip him a new one.

It’s maddening because he’s so obviously jealous, and he has no right to be, not when others girls’ jackets are in his apartment.

“Okay what is your deal right now?” You blow, flipping on him as soon as he closes the door. You’re almost certain that he won’t tell you that he’s jealous, but maybe if you poke enough he’ll burst.

“I don’t have a deal,” He says, making a face while he walks stiffly over to the fridge. You can tell he’s still worked up, you thought he’d be the jealous type but you didn’t expect this level. Seth was his friend, he should know that nothing would ever happen. “I just was ready to leave.”

“Yeah, okay.” You prod, trying to get something out of him. “You dragged me out of there before I could even say bye to anyone.”

Josh’s anger levels are rising, so you push more, hoping you’re getting closer. If he would just admit it.

“I was ready to leave!” He repeats, louder this time.

“Why?”

He furrows his brows, “What do you mean why?”

“Why were you ready to leave?”

He sighs, and then leans back against the counter with an eye roll. “I was looking forward to coming here and spending some nice one on one time with you to celebrate, but it hasn’t been very pleasant so far.”

You laugh in disbelief, crossing your arms across your chest while boldly saying, “Bullshit.”

He does nothing except raise his eyebrows so you take a step closer. “I think you wanting to leave had something to do with me talking to Seth. I think you were jealous.”

His demeanour shifts and you catch the expression that crosses his features for the shortest second. He looks like he’s been caught red handed, but then he’s readjusting his posture, and pushing off the counter. He crowds you up against the island and you brace yourself on the marble top while he leans over you. You never realize how seriously big he is until he’s close to you like this. Your chest pushed against his lower stomach, while you struggle to see anything but his broad shoulders.

He reaches down to brush the hair off your shoulder, running his thumb up the center of your throat. One touch and you go from angry to horny. “And what if I was?”

You’re not expecting him to admit it, which is why it comes as quite a shock when he does. You’re prepared for more arguing but not this. Just like that he has the upper hand again and you’re struggling for words, frustrated with yourself and him now.

“Then I’d tell you to grow a pair.” You say finally, and Josh breathes out a gentle laugh, clenching his jaw.

You’re not sure if he’s amused or angry, but you can push until he’s only the latter. You don’t want amused, you want him to feel just as annoyed as you. “We were only talking. A little friendly conversation never hurt anyone.”

“Friendly,” He repeats quietly, you see the muscles in his shoulders tense and there’s no funny business now, he’s getting frustrated. “I just don’t think you should flirt with my teammates at a party that I brought you to.”

You make a face and shake your head, “Spoken like a true gentlemen. You think you have some kind of claim on me?”

He backs off now, obviously uncomfortable with your response. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“I’m not.” You fire back.

“Yes you are,” He argues, and you roll your eyes.

“Okay well I’m not staying if you’re gonna act like a two year old.” You announce, holding your hands up while you walk towards the door.

“Okay-“ Josh imitates, “Well I’m not letting you leave.”

“As if you’re gonna stop me!” You scoff, picking up your shoes.

“You can’t drive your car home, and you’re sure as hell not ubering by yourself, so how about you just chill the fuck out and stay here.”

“Do not tell me to chill the fuck out when you dragged me out of that party less than a half hour ago cause you were jealous!” You can’t help the way you raise your voice, it’s inevitable when someone tells you to calm down.

Josh’s volume stays steady, “Put your shoes down, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m really tired of you telling me what to do.” You grumble, hating the way your voice cracks. Turning to grab the door handle, you pull it open not even an inch before Josh is shutting the door, winding an arm around your stomach to lift and pull you away.

Your shoes are dropped carelessly to the ground while you slap at his arm to try and get him to put you down. “What- Josh! What the hell? Put me down!” He remains unfazed, putting you back down in the living room where you’re cornered by the couch, table and his body. Once you’re set down, you turn on him, chest heaving with tempered breaths. You give him your best what the fuck face before trying to move past him, unsuccessfully.

“Oh my god! Let me leave-“ You start, but you’re quickly cut off by his hands coming to cradle your face, pulling your lips to his in a hard kiss.

He’s holding you firmly against him, lips moulding together in a heated lock. You give in without thinking, melting against him. It’s honestly pathetic how quickly you forget that you were mad.

He pulls away, and you blink, trying to remember why you were fighting in the first place. “You can’t just kiss me and expect to get away with-“

“Holy shit, just shut up.” He grumbles the words as he pulls his shirt over his head, he sees the way your eyes drop to his stomach mouth falling open as you suck in a breath. He takes your wrist in one hand, his other going to the back of your neck. He pulls you in for another kiss at the same time that he pulls your palm flat against his abs, and fuck, if you hadn’t given up before, you definitely have now. Your other hand glides up to feel the meat on his hipbones, fingers tracing the v down to the waistband of his jeans.

You still want to be mad at him but you decide in seconds flat that anger can wait until he’s had his way with you. You’ve gotten off thinking about him way too many times in the last week to not accept the real thing.

In a swift movement, Josh stoops down to undo the zipper on your dress, and grab the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up to drop you back onto the couch. He tugs at the hem and you lift your hips so he can pull it off, kissing up your body while he tosses the garment behind him. He guides your arms above your head, pushing firmly on them before biting at the side of your neck. When he whispers against the skin, a shiver shoots down your spine. “I’m not done telling you what to do yet.”

He grins when you watch him with wide eyes, leaning down to kiss you gently before mumbling as he taps your hands, “Keep these here.”

You nod, happy to comply to his demands when they’re sexual. He sits back on his heels, fingers dipping underneath the waist band on your thong. He drags it slowly down your legs and you squirm. “You drive me insane,” He growls, leaning down to mouth at the skin on your thighs. “Such a fucking brat.”

You start to argue, getting a word in before Josh interrupts, his voice low, “No. I’ve heard enough from you tonight, if you wanna cum, you’re not gonna make a sound.”

Your cunt throbs with his words, and he nibbles the inside of your thigh and then murmurs, “Understand?”

You nod and he smirks, kissing your mound before licking a long, slow stripe up your slit.

He hums, deep and raspy in his throat and the sound alone is so sexy that you wanna moan, but you refrain, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. The pace he’s keeping while he laps at your core is borderline frustrating, he’s circling your clit slow, and at the rate he’s going, it’ll take you two hours to cum.

You want to do something to make him go faster, wind your hands into his hair, rock against his face, anything, but you know it’ll only make it worse, and he might even stop altogether.

With a satisfied groan Josh pushes his hands underneath your thighs, bringing your legs over his shoulders. One arm comes around to hold your thigh, his thumb dragging up your core. You jerk when he presses it firmly to your clit, biting harder into your lip. Josh lays his other arm flat across your stomach to hold you down and you try to quiet your heavy breathing.

His tongue is even slower than before, and when he shakes his head to flick over your clit you nearly lose it, one of your hands jolting up before you stop yourself, holding it back down on the couch.

You look down and Josh’s eyes are already on you, a smug grin on his face while he drags his tongue over you.

You clench your eyes shut while your head falls back against the cushions, jaw tensing when he slowly licks down your slit. It’s unbearable, and you slowly arch your back to get more, but Josh’s hand is there to flatten you back out.

When he presses his tongue slowly inside of you, you eventually lose it, shooting a hand down to his hair while a strangled cry leaves your mouth, “Josh, please!”

Besides dragging you out of the party, him pulling away from you is the fastest thing he’s done all night.

“Oh my god,” You start, voice raising at the end with anger while you sit up on your elbows. “Could you go any slower?”

He leans back against the couch and licks his lips, a way too smug smirk growing on his face. “Probably, yeah. Sucks though, you won’t find out.”

“Josh.” You say his name with pure venom and he eyes you with a challenging stare. “Cut. The shit.”

He shifts back, getting comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head while he man spreads.

“You broke the rules. Now if you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” He nods to his thigh and you gape at him. Was he serious?

“You’re such a jerk.” You glower, but he holds still shaking his leg up and down. You look back and forth between his daunting gaze and muscular thigh, and you feel like you’re literally starting to sweat.

As much of an ass as he is being, he looks so damn hot sitting there. The legs, and the v line and the fucking shoulders. You’re clenching on air just looking at him, so with a frustrated huff, you sit up and throw a leg over his to straddle his thigh. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders and he catches them quickly, one big hand grabbing both your wrists easily. He readjusts you so that both are behind your back, held tightly by him. “Really?” You groan through clenched teeth, but Josh just sits back again, eyes trained on where you’re sitting on his thigh.

“Have at er, baby.” He lifts his leg underneath you the slightest bit, and you bite your lip to hold back the pornographic moan that almost slips out when you land fully on his muscle. Another another rock against him you’re finally feeling some built up pressure fading, your head falling onto his shoulder as you grind onto him again.

“Feel good?” He asks, a hand guiding your hip, working to fasten your pace. He guides you on and off of him and all you can do is nod against his shoulder. “You love this, hey? My little slut,”

The word is so degrading but you literally couldn’t care less that he’s calling you names when he says ‘my’ first.

You keep rocking against him, little moans that you try to stifle coming out with your breaths. “Look at you,” He growls, his hand on your waist coming up to rest on your throat. “Getting yourself off,” He pauses, fingers tightening and your mouth drops open. “That’s what happens to bad girls. They have to take care of themselves.”

He sounds so cocky and smug, and all you want is to knock him down a level. You hold still on his lap for a moment, raising your head while you take a deep breath. “I should have stayed at Seth’s. He wouldn’t make me do it myself.”

The sound that leaves Josh is near animalistic, as he flips you onto your back in seconds flat, holding you to the couch by the pressure on your neck.

He stares into your eyes with iris’ that are near black, and your stomach drops in fear for a second before the excitement kicks in.

He stands to take off his pants, and you bite your lip in anticipation, eyeing him up while he knees onto the couch. He towers over you, looking ready to kill and you decide to push your luck, reaching out to drag your nails down his abs. His jaw clenches but he lets you do it, pinning one of your legs to the couch with his own. “You think he could take care of you?”

Josh says ‘he’ with pure hatred and you think you might have actually just ruined a friendship. Instead of nodding to urge him on further you just watch while he places his hands on either side of your head, “Answer me,”

The words are spoken as he thrusts into you unexpectedly, making you yelp in surprise. He holds still, and the sharp stretch fades. You still don’t answer, breathing out a gentle sigh when he rolls into you again. “Could he take care of you like I can?”

You shake your head wildly on the couch, wrapping a leg around Josh’s waist to keep him close. “Never,” You moan out, reaching a hand up to pull him down to your lips.

He kisses you quickly, and then moves on to sink his teeth into the skin on your neck.

He whispers harsh words into your ear and you feel a chill start down your spine. “He couldn’t make you feel like I do,” he rails into you again, “I wouldn’t let him, he won’t touch what’s mine.”

Your heart beats firmer in your chest, and once again there’s that word that sticks out. Mine. It’s a claim, a commitment, but is it true?

It’s kind of hard to tell if anything he says during sex is real or not. He’s thinking with the wrong head.

Another sharp thrust gets you out of yours, and you quite literally wail out. Your arms are moving frantically along his back, grabbing and scratching anywhere, while you squirm underneath him. Amidst your moving your leg slips out from under his, and Josh’s weight drops further onto you. He grunts, and his cock slips out, you whine high pitched and he chuckles, “You’re desperate, huh?”

Punching him in the arm would normally cross your mind but right now you’re not in the mood to argue, so you just nod. “Please, don’t stop,”

Josh’s hand slips underneath your leg to push your thigh to your chest while he pressures into you again. Your back arches of the couch and Josh curses, “Stay fucking still,” His free hand comes up to sit at the base of your throat and you moan out.

“You want it?” He asks, railing into you again.

You nod your head weakly with the constriction of his hand, and his fingers tighten around you.

“Say it,” He spits out, teeth clenched.

The words fall out of your mouth almost automatically, “I want it so bad,”

“Good girl,” He mumbles the words and let’s go of your leg, his hand slipping down to where you’re connected. The pad of his middle finger presses directly onto your clit and you jerk up. His grip on your neck gets tighter again as he works his hips up, sending his tip slamming into your g spot, which queues another scream and sudden movement.

“Jesus, I’m literally gonna need to tie you up next time, quit fucking moving.” He growls.

Your pussy clenches around him when he says that and a deep groan is pushed out his throat before he chuckles, “Mm, you like that idea don’t you?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as you try and fail to bring your hips up to meet him. “You can do whatever you want,” The words slip out embarrassingly easy, and you turn your head so he can’t see the way your cheeks flush.

His head dips down so he can get his lips on your neck, letting out a breathy chuckle that you feel on your skin. “Oh baby I plan to,”

He bites the spot under your ear and you whine, your hands coming up to hold him against you.

He slides his finger up again to circle around your clit and you feel yourself getting higher and higher, unable to move under his weight. His every thrust radiating pleasure through your whole body while he keeps you pinned underneath him.

You whisper his name against his lips and he slides his tongue into your mouth, pinching your clit.

It’s sends you over the edge fast and hard, your vision going black for a moment while you rake your nails down his back.

He pulls out quickly and stands, while you try to catch your breath. You’re not even sure you’ve regained control of your muscles before Josh is dragging you up, moving you around like a doll until you’re in his desired position. His cock is hard in front of your face, and he wraps your hair around his fist, pressing his thumb into your lower lip until your mouth drops open.

You’re still dizzy from everything that just happened, so you barely have anytime to process what’s happening before he’s fucking your face, and you’re choking around his length in your throat.

He’s talking but you can’t hear anything, too focused on not passing out from lack of oxygen. When he finally pulls out there’s thick ropes of cum landing on your chest, while you fall back into the couch.

Your eyes flutter shut and you think you actually fall asleep for a hot second. You actually find enough air to chuckle when Josh picks you up. Your eyes stay shut, arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“You look wrecked,” Josh notes, placing you gently on what you’re assuming is his bed. Your eyes don’t want to open but you force them to, giving him a lazy smile. “Was I- did it,” He starts and then stops, furrowing his brows before trying again. “Was that okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

“Josh,” You stop him and he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of your palm. He raises his eyebrows for you to continue and you squeeze his fingers. “That was amazing.”

His puppy face disappears, and it’s replaced with a satisfied smirk. “Good, cause I meant what I said about tying you up next time,” His voice lowers while he whispers the words, and a shiver runs down your spine.

“And I meant what I said about letting you do whatever you want,” You murmur the words back while sitting up to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

The corner of his mouth perks up with a mischievous grin while he gets to his feet, turning to get something from his dresser.

A quiet gasp leaves you when you see his back in full, “Jesus, Josh,” You say, voice cracking with a laugh. “It’s not just me that looks wrecked, I think I should be asking you if I was too rough.” You scramble to your feet, noticing the way your legs protest.

He puts on a new pair of boxers, and then stands up straight, not seeming to notice your words.

“I’m so sorry,”

You fingers delicately run over the raised red marks on his soft skin and he groans, flipping around to scoop you up in his arms.

“Don’t ever apologize for that. I love it.” He assures, burying his face into your neck before throwing you onto the bed.

He tosses a shirt at you and you shrug it on, watching his every move while you wait for him to get into bed with you.

There’s still a prior argument hanging in the air but you really can’t be bothered to think about it, every muscle in your body, including your brain, is tired.

“Come here,” You finally say, getting annoyed with whatever the hell he���s doing.

“Chill,” He laughs, “I’m just brushing my teeth.”

He emerges from the bathroom seconds later and you smile, holding your arms out.

“So you’re not still mad at me for being jealous?”

You arms fall down at the mention of your fight and you roll your eyes. “I was trying to forget about it.”

He climbs into the bed beside you with a sheepish smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before cuddling into your back. “Forget I said anything.”

You wiggle back against him with a nod, enjoying his warmth.

“I’m sorry I got pissed off at the party, I just don’t like seeing you with other guys.” He mumbles, lips moving against your shoulder while he talks. “Last week at Boone’s party I saw you with Seth, and then again tonight,”

You furrow your brows, the exhaustion you felt moments ago fading completely with one sentence. You go rigid in his arms as his words sink in, but he doesn’t seem to notice, his talking continues after you stop listening.

He saw you with Seth at Boone’s party?

You clearly remember your conversation with Josh in that room, and he didn’t exactly lead on that he knew you were there...

Moments from that night replay in your head, and you’re suddenly very confused.

“Seth told me he saw you, what are you doing here?”

“I was watching you all night.”

You don’t know how you didn’t notice right away. He knew you were at Boone’s, he saw you talking to Seth, but he didn’t question you when you told him you’d just gotten there. He knew damn well you had been there way longer.

He let you lie to him.

But why?