#please please god let them schedule somebody else in as well. anybody else. even if it’s just for like 2 hours. even if it’s someone i don’t

[fingertipsmp3]

SOS two of my coworkers swapped shifts and now I’m worried tomorrow is going to be awkward and bad

[from-a-reckless-writer]

RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

[actualbird]

Oh god!

I really love the poly headcanons they are so sweet.... (or don't but that's part of it and i think the tot boys+MC deserve all the love the world has to give).

But, liking it or not, our 4 beloved boys are kinda complicated (that's what makes them perfect). Plus I never thought about how people get in poly relationships. So i was thinking, how do you think they all get into a polyrelationship together?

(I really have no idea of how that would happen)

hi, two anons!! im glad you guys liked my nxx team polycule stuff!! i'll answer these in one go, my "headcanon" (in quotes because i think this kinda turned into a character analysis/minific of sorts HAHA) being what first anon asked, How They Get Together.

heads up, wc of this is 1.9k words long so buckle up for a bit of a read jfsjdfkjbf

because first anon, youre right!!! the boys are stupendously complicated which i love so so much but canon has also shown us clearly that each of the boys' quirks and habits and tendencies causes a lot of (mostly played for laughs) friction. the bickering, the backhanded insults, the "im the best one here" preening contests. theyre all SOOOO RIDICULOUS and it is hilarious but yep! the boys r complex!! and that means this beautiful ship, imo, has a lot of phases to get to the actual romantic relationship bit.

how they get together, in my opinion, starts because of mc.

not in the sense that she matchmakes them all, but like.

phase 1 of the nxx team polycule is this:

through being in love with her (which we all know the boys 100% are), each of the boys come to terms with their own flaws and weaknesses. it's very apparent to me in all the story thus far that these boys are flawed as hell, it's very compelling but even more compelling to me is how all of them also do intense mental gymnastics to Not Confront Those Flaws. like, marius is a dickbag always teasing and toeing the line of insincerity, vyn is a controlling mf who always tries to sway situations to his benefit, artem is so repressed to the point that he has genuine trouble with emotions, luke is a self sacrificial bastard and also a huge hypocrite about how no, actually, hes the only one that should be hiding his pain and being dishonest, no dishonesty from other people!! in the beginning of the story, all the boys have their flaws and seem to have just kinda...not addressed how those flaws are harming them and the people around them.

and then mc rolls around and they all fall in love with her. and she sees those flaws and she doesnt let them slide. she challenges the boys in her own ways to see another side of the situation, to acknowledge what theyre doing. she doesnt want to get rid of flaws, thats impossible and also not cool. she just has this beautiful hope for like, all of humanity, that goodness can prevail with the right work. so when she sees her beloved nxx boys, she believes that for them as well.

which leads to phase 2 of the nxx team polycule:

the boys, more aware of themselves, become more aware of each other.

they werent Unaware of the others of course. it's just that they didnt like...truly connect on a personal level just yet. they saw the other teammembers with their emotional armor and flaws and saw a wall that wasnt worth looking past.

but after mc makes them realize that hey, flaws arent the end of the world actually, it's alright and the person behind them may just be worth it, the boys like. end up understanding the others. A LOT OF THIS BIT IS UNINTENTIONAL, ON THEIR PARTS KJDSBFS. like they stumble into understanding each other by accident, they didnt plan it, but over the course of nxx investigations, it's inevitable that they end up seeing the depths of the others. i delve into this a little bit in my fanfic "filler eps of the lost gold" where the boys are just going thru their actions and then trip over another boy's fears or desires and through that, gain a deeper understanding mutually.

and with understanding, sometimes, comes trust.

phase 3 of the nxx team polycule goes like this:

everybody in this team, whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, has a heart that wants to give love so desperately.

marius lives in a world full of snakes so he cant have his heart on his sleeve for his own protection. vyn wants to be seen as perfect and the heart is inherently messy so he holds it back. artem for a very very long time was focused on work and success and achievement that he neglected his heart. and luke has been giving love all his life in a sense but in a way thats hidden.

all these tendencies that are brought upon their life circumstances results in this: they want to love honestly but they havent been able to do this

until mc. and all of them want to push back whatever fears or patterns their life has instilled in them because they see her and see somebody so unwaveringly good that all their hearts begin giving love to her to make her happy and to make themselves happy as well.

but heres the thing. the boys dont just see mc. by this point, they have connected and understood and come to trust each other as well, and the consequence of that is that They Can See Each Other Now Too, Truly.

and heres the thing. all of the boys are unwaveringly good as well.

one by one, each of the boys realize that what they feel for the other boys in the team starts to...change. yeah theyre all friends, they pick on each other a lot of the time, but the bedrock of the relationship is solid and strong now. but when marius is with luke, marius sees a light inside of luke so bright that he seems unaware that he gives off. when artem is with vyn, artem sees a goodness inside of vyn that hesitates to make itself obvious and known because vyn is scared of getting hurt thanks to it. all of them see the other and their goodness and, unbidden, their hearts want to give love to each other as well.

and because theyre all a bit stupid in their own way theyre like, huh, weird! wonder why this feeling is so familiar! and yet i cant seem to name it...and then they all independently compare these feeling with the feelings they have for mc, a feeling they do know the name of, and theyre like.

WAIT.

THESE FEELINGS ARE...VERY BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL FOR MC.

which only means one thing: theyve fallen in love with everybody else

marius: //goes to his studio to Think and sees that a bunch of his recent art actually had little crumbs of these feelings already, etched into the brushstrokes and scenes. has an emotional crisis about it

vyn: //records a 1 hour long entry in his audio diary to examine and gain control of his feelings but by the end of the hour all he knows is that he wants to hold these people and be held by them

artem: //quite literally just bluescreens, artem.exe has stopped working, sits at his study and slowly, slowly, thunks his head down onto his desk, valiantly trying to ignore the fast pulse of his heart

luke: //manically vents about it to peanut who, by virtue of being a bird, doesnt get it. just keeps talking at peanut to get a grasp of it all and then lies down on the floor, overwhelmed

mc, sitting in her apartment watching some netflix: ...why do i inexplicably feel as if something very, very important has just happened?

phase 4 of the nxx team polycule is basically:

pining: extreme difficulty level

because pining is already hard when ur pining for one person. what more for an additional 3 more people. and those additional 3 more people are pining back.

and all these boys are SOOOO OBVIOUS with their romantic feelings, in their own special way. the way they show their affection to mc starts to bleed into their interactions with the others and everybody can CLEARLY SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, LOL, but also all the boys are too chickenshit to confront it, because if they confront it, what will even happen??? being in love with each other, all of them, thats going to be such a complicated fucking relationship, holy shit. it's 2030, yeah, being a polyamorous group relationship isnt completely unheard of, but sue them, theyre scared.

but mc (who i forgot to mention already knows of the boys' romantic feelings for her, shes just hasnt made a move yet on any of them because SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM AS WELL and shes been trying to figure out how the hell to make that work, she cant bear to choose just one of them, she'd be heartbroken over leaving the rest of them behind) sees that the nxx investigation team is now all pining for each other FULLY and she kinda wants to laugh when she realizes whats going on because like, what are the chances? that this would happen? that they all found each other and their feelings fell into just the right place for nobody to be left behind?

theyre all scared, she can tell. and she is as well, she wont lie.

but shes always had a belief that goodness can prevail with the right work.

and love is one of the greatest goods out there.

phase 5 of the nxx team polycule:

It's Time For Communication, Baby!!!!!

the exact scenes of how this happens is a bit vague to me. it could go two ways: mc going to each of the boys independently to talk about feelings, hers about everybodys and his about everybodys as well. OR they have a fucking meeting about it all together and artem literally schedules it in his google calendar, or something.

either way, they like, actually talk about this. starts casual, maybe over a chill date, maybe over dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe over a walk in the park as the sun is starting to set. but where ever it happens, the end result is the same: a heart is laid out bare and it is taken in gentle, grateful hands.

marius: OKAY, NOW THAT THE FEELINGS ARE OUT OF THE WAY, CAN I PLEASE KISS ONE OR ALL OF YOU, PLEASE, IVE BEEN WANTING TO KISS U GUYS FOR FOREVER

vyn, laughing fondly: has anybody ever told you patience is a virtue? we quite literally just talked it all out.

marius: //needy whining noises

artem, embarrassed: ive...never kissed anybody before

luke, embarrassed but trying to play it Cool: ....same here

mc: kissing is great, you two will love it!

marius: awesome, awesome, so is ANYBODY going to give me a go ahead or WHAT????

phase 6 of the nxx team polycule:

i dont want to say it's happily ever after, once they all get together. thats not really realistic.

they all have their quirks and tendencies and habits. and those will inevitable clash against each other. theyll have their arguments, theyll get upset, theyll sulk and be angry, sometimes. but also...

theyll see each other smile and feel like their love shining so brightly. theyll reach out for another's hand and be held in such a way that makes them think that their heart is in a safe place. theyll love each other and theyll put in the work to continue loving each other. because goodness will prevail.

and they all see each other as the most good people in the world.

so whatever happens, theyll get through it together.

[teyvattherapist]

Write to Me

eh fuck it here ya'll go. pspspsps dain simps come get your food.

Anyways it features my oc, I'm too lazy to rewrite it, and I think this is cute. Sooo, posting it anyways.

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, fluff, soulmate au babyyy, it do always be angst when u squint, dain was a ho as a young man as he should be honestly, oc mention? not massive tho just in the bg, kaeya and albedo making bets

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When he was younger he wasn’t exactly monogamous, sleeping with whatever pretty thing piqued his fancy, his status and good looks lending to men and women throwing themselves at him. He didn’t think he had a soulmate, no lovely voice in his head, he could see colour just fine, and whenever he wrote or drew on his arm there was nothing in return. Not a single scratch that wasn’t his own, nothing. So he did whatever he wanted, there wasn’t anybody matching his soul.

But he was older now, much older. Centuries passed since he was a young man at the centre of many people's hearts. Now he was a disgraced knight and a traveler. He was busy tracking down and destroying the Abyss Order, his traveling companion gone, he had nothing but his duty once more. He stayed away from cities as much as he could, only going in to restock his supplies.

Imagine Dainsleif’s surprise when he woke up one day, odd blue squiggles on the tainted skin of his right arm. It wasn’t anything fancy, a small little smiley face with awful handwriting beside it, a tiny ‘hi’. He outstretched his arm, blinking once, twice, he tried to rub it off. But it didn’t come off. Now? Really? NOW?! He didn’t want to write back, he didn’t want to draw anything. They were more than likely a child judging by the writing, he could just pretend he never saw this.

But they didn’t cease. Apparently when he had rubbed the drawing, it had showed up on them. ‘Yuo real?’ Dainsleif groaned, pulling his gloves on instead. He didn’t have time for this. So Dainsleif ignored it, ignored the messages that sometimes showed up on his arms and he ignored the drawings, no matter how good or awful they were. His duty came first, and he was several centuries old. He simply couldn’t pay attention to it.

But as the years went on the messages began to slow. How many years had passed? Ten? Twenty? He wasn’t entirely sure, his memory blending together, fragmenting and hazing over. Bits and pieces here and there. ‘I hope you’re well, you’ve been quiet.’ A message scrawled on his left arm and he stared at it in the dark of the tent.

‘I am well. And you?’

‘And here I thought my soulmate died. I’m fine.’

Dainsleif sighed, blue eyes flicking upwards at the material of the tent. They deserved somebody so much better. The Twilight Sword was not that somebody. He looked back at his arm, a name, he assumed, was scrawled beside the words.

‘Dainsleif.’

‘Like the sword?’

‘Like the sword.’

“Fascinating. I must be going to sleep now, I have work early. Goodnight, Dainsleif.’

Dainsleif dropped his arm beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. How ridiculous was this. The Gods truly hated him to gift him a soulmate when he was what, five hundred and twenty five? His poor soulmate, too. He couldn’t stop thinking about what an unfortunate situation it was for them, perhaps it was the way he showed he did care, even if he hadn’t met them or spoken to them beyond reading the occasional message they wrote.

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You hurried through the hallway, already late for work, the fifth time that month. You spared a wave to Sucrose who was exiting Albedo’s laboratory and she smiled, waving back. You quickly threw open the door to the laboratory across from Albedo’s, entering swiftly. “I’m so sorry Ohm, my alarm didn’t go off again and- Oh!” You stopped, realising there was somebody else in there.

The medical captain looked around the man dressed in interesting garb, smiling when he saw it was you. “Hello, (y/n)! Nothing to worry about. Ahem, where was I? Oh yes! Same rules as before, but try to apply it more sparingly, I don’t want you building up an intolerance until I can find something stronger.” Ohm held out a jar of azure gel but the man was stiff, unmoving. “Teyvat to Dainsleif?”

“Wait- Dainsleif?” You stopped, dropping the papers you had been holding. They scattered everywhere and Ohm tilted his head, periwinkle hair falling into his face, a clear sign of his utter confusion. Dainsleif turned to you, his eyes were stunning, blue and the pupils- he was gorgeous, that was the first thing that came to you and you felt your cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Well would you look at the time, I have to go uhm, annoy Albedo. It's in my schedule. Please lock the lab if you are to leave. Dainsleif heed my orders or I’ll find you.” Ohm stood up, he rounded Dainsleif, grabbing the bough keeper’s hand and placing the jar into it. He then let go and walked away. He put one hand on your shoulder and leaned in close. “Be nice, he’s shy.” The doctor whispered and then he was off, shutting the door behind him with a click.

You bent down to pick up the paperwork now that the initial shock wore off. Dainsleif also seemed to snap back into action, pocketing the jar. He stepped forward, crouching down to help you with the papers. “I apologise, your Gods have chosen an awful soulmate for you.” He was blunt, apparently. His voice deep and soothing nonetheless. He held the papers out in a bandaged hand and you hesitantly took them.

“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty. Even if you ignore me.” Did you really just- You stood quickly, walking by him and to the desk on the other side of the room, the small wooden desk you had claimed as your own. “Ahem, are you injured? I suppose you must be if you’re visiting the medical captain.” You trailed off, sorting the papers neatly on the desk.

“No, yes, technically.” Dainsleif stood, brushing off his dark pants. You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him as he moved back to the captain’s desk to retrieve a glove that matched his other one. Was it worth it? To give up his secrets? To show just why they should stop speaking to him and run far far away? He grabbed his glove and hesitated, looking at the thick material. He shook his head, pulling the glove over his bandages.

“Well, if you’re ever in need of care and you’re in Mondstadt, just write. Ohm has been teaching me how to do what he does. Though I can’t really do it like him yet, I’m still a pretty alright healer.” You offered with a soft smile even though he wasn’t looking at you. Dainsleif hesitated, adjusting his glove. Kind, dedicated to a good cause, funny sometimes. He cursed his feelings.

Dainsleif turned towards you, pressing himself against the desk as if to steady himself. His eyes flicked to the side, he was clearly thinking of something. He closed his eyes for a moment, nodded to himself, and then opened them again. “Ask your mentor about the Twilight Sword. I’m afraid I must take my leave. Write to me.” Dainsleif pushed himself off the desk and with a swiftness you weren’t sure was human, he was gone.

Immediately you brought your nail to your arm, writing gently. ‘I like your cape.’

‘Thank you, I like your cloak.’

Oh he was awkward awkward. Cute. You smiled at the words before getting back to work, these medical reports wouldn’t process themselves, after all. Though his words played through your mind, Twilight Sword.. It was oddly familiar but no amount of examining your brain proved useful, oh well. You’d just have to ask later.

Ohm snickered with Kaeya as they watched Dainsleif breeze by them, practically throwing himself down the staircase and out the door. “I’ll bet you one thousand mora he left the explaining to me.” Ohm spoke when he heard the heavy door to the headquarters slam shut.

“Neither of us are dumb enough to bet that, he absolutely did.” Albedo commented, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “The feared Twilight Sword, Bough Keeper of Khaenri’ah brought down by a soulmate, so silly.”

“I don’t know, Albedo, I think it's quite endearing.” Kaeya teased, tapping his chin thoughtfully, but his eye told another story, glinting mischievously. “I’ll take that bet, Ohm. I’ll bet one thousand mora he tells them before he gets back to camp.” He held his hand out and Ohm took his hand, shaking it. Unfortunately, sealing Kaeya’s fate.

“Wait, hold on. I’ll bet one thousand mora he doesn’t do either.”

“That’s the spirit, alchemist.” Ohm shook hands with Albedo who huffed. “We should get back to work.” The medical captain gave a curt nod before he headed further up the stairs and towards the direction of his laboratory.

[mysticgoblinwriter]

Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas.  Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia.  “So, doll.  What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself.  “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago.  It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static.  Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip.  Sunset was a little ways off.  If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt.  Alive, yes.  But just how long had their souls been gone?  Someone was screaming.

A man.  You’d heard that scream before.  Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you.  Oozing blood and raw-red.  You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate.  Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station.  “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.”  Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling.  But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what.  A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention.  Another truck has pulled in.  Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free.  A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though.  And had hair in need of a washing.  Clunk.  The tank was full.  You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food.  You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp.  He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat?  I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something.  “You wanna meet me there?  I’ll buy dinner?”  You weigh the options.  You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must.  You nod once.  “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work.  Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile.  It even had the shiny red leather booths.  What a dream.  “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey.  I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back.  Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit.  Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up.  Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat.  You whip your head around.  No one was even in the dining area.  It sounded so real.  Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness.  You take a couple of deep breaths.  Try to remember your happy place.  Tahiti, its a magical place.  Or so you’ve been told  You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room.  The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash.  Boots thudded as they made way to where you were.  He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly.  He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning.  He nods to show he heard.  He’s sitting close.  Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again.  His hands are rough and calloused.  The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them.  Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details.  The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new.  He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see.  His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw.  His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away.  You’d never seen that shade of blue before.   He’d been watching you watching him.  Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over.  “Sorry about the wait.  Here’s your-”  Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those.  I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate”  “Okay, then.  I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?”  He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction.  “You’re starved.  I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal.  The steak plate is the biggest meal they have.  You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.”  You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.”  He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line.  Not an imperfection to be found anywhere.  A silence falls between the two of you.  You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky.  I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger.  I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.”  “Please tell me not library books.”  He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never.  Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.”  He looks at you more intently now.  “Really?  Same could be said about you.  When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights.  Ya running from something, sugar?”  He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No.  Nothing like that.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers.  She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up.  The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups.  You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container.  Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean.  You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you.  “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer?  I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.”  After a moments hesitation, you resume your position.  “What do you wanna talk about?  It can’t be the weather.  Its been dry as bones for weeks.”   He ponders for a moment, “You.”  He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.”  That shocks you.  “Life?  Aren’t we all running away in some form or another?  I just happened to take the mobile route.”  You shrug, “What do you want me to say?  It was all shitty so I left it behind.  And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.”  He is silent.  Just sits there and gazes at you.  You cock your head, getting impatient.  “Am I allowed to leave now?  Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife.  He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all.  I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy.  Always been the beacon of light.  I just wanted a slice of what he had.”  He looks up, his eyes are dead.  “She was willing, and I just... took her.  There on his desk.  He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.”  He chuckles darkly.  “That’d been the first time.  All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those.  But he does know about the time in the craft shed.  Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had.  I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about.  Steve caught us on the floor.  A big bunch of daffodils in hand.  Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.”  He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking.  “Said he had come by to take her to lunch.  That was always like Steve.  Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad.  He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him.  The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.”  Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention.  “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image.  Said that I need to leave or face the same.  I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.”  He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?”  He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes.  “She knew.  She knew  he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.”  Your puzzled expression makes him laugh.  “Don’t know many politicians, do you?  Good.  Keep it that way.  That day when the mail came I got a letter.  From her.  It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president.  But she couldn’t.  He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful.  And he did it.  He is a man of his word, after all.  He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?”  He winces.  You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James.  Wait.  No, no.  His name is Bucky.  He’s got a green  Chevy and blue eyes.  Or was it red?  It doesn’t matter anyway.  You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk.  The screams have stopped.  And the moon is bright.

[hopeymchope]

The Pre-Valentine’s Meeting: A Danganronpa Fic

Summary: Leon Kuwata calls together the men of Hope's Peak's 78th class in an attempt to learn who is expecting to receive Valentine's chocolate from which of their female classmates.

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"What's up, my dudes?" Leon Kuwata said as he strolled into the dining hall. He was addressing the longest table in the hall, where all of the other openly male members of the 78th class were currently seated.

In contrast to Leon's jovial attitude, Byakuya Togami looked deeply irritated. "We should be the ones asking that," he said irritably, "Since this meeting was at your insistence."

"This gathering is an important opportunity regardless of why Kuwata-kun requested it," Kiyotaka Ishimaru declared proudly, directing his comments towards Byakuya. "We must make the most of this chance to maximize our bonds as men!"

"I suppose I'm down with what bro said," Mondo Owada offered, "But does it gotta happen so late?"

"I'd never have guessed you're the early-to-bed type, Owada-kun," Makoto Naegi said with a light laugh.

Before Mondo could respond, Hifumi Yamada interjected: "It's only midnight! I'd normally be working until at least 2 a.m. on my latest doujin!"

"I ain't against a late night," Mondo said to Makoto. "But we gotta be real here, man — it's only Thursday."

"Exactly!" Leon replied, still standing. "It's basically already the weekend! Besides, don't tell me that your gang never got up to anything on Thursday nights."

"Not this late," Mondo told him. He smiled as he added, "Gotta save that energy so we can really tear it up on Friday night, y'know?"

"I do hold reservations about whether this will negatively impact our performance tomorrow," Taka said. "However, as there are no tests scheduled for this Friday, I believe the benefits of this male bonding time will outweigh the possible blowback!"

"Whatever, thanks for that," Leon said dismissively. "Let's get down to business," he said, pivoting to something that put much more passion in his voice. "We're a week and a half out from V-Day, and I am here to find out who among us is expecting Valentine's chocolate from which ladies!"

Makoto closed his eyes and hung his head. Mondo audbily groaned.

Yasuhiro Hagakure, on the other hand, grinned. "If that's all ya wanna know, I'll be happy to peer into the future for you!" he told Leon. "I've got a special Valentine deal going: Just 100 million yen!"

Now everyone at the table groaned. Makoto leaned over and gently told Hiro, "Ah, nobody here is gonna go for that. Sorry."

Byakuya Togami stood up. "If there's nothing else... " he muttered, then pivoted to face the door.

"Please, Togami-kun!" Taka said, reaching out with an open palm. "Without the full complement of our brethren, this male-bonding activity will be incomplete!"

Togami gave him a withering look. "I couldn't possibly care about that," he said. "I only came here to this gathering in the first place to satisfy my mild curiosity about what Kuwata considered so urgent." He moved his attention to Leon. "I admit that I didn't expect much, but you actually surprised me, Kuwata."

"How's that?" Leon said.

Byakuya smirked. "This was an even more foolish waste of time than I anticipated." He turned away once more. "Don't bother me again." With that, he walked out.

Taka looked crestfallen, but Leon didn't even visibly react to the insult. "Whatever," he said, shrugging. "He's only gonna get chocolate from Fukawa anyway."

Hifumi rubbed his chin. "Even if that's true, wouldn't her dual nature mean he'll get two gifts?"

"Dude, who even cares about that?" Leon responded. He pointed a finger at the side of his head. "Are you brain dead or something? It's not about how much chocolate you get — it's about the ladies you get it from!"

Hifumi gently adjusted his glasses with one hand. "Speak for yourself," he said back. "3D women mean nothing to me."

Mondo chuckled a little. "So nobody in our class is good enough for ya?" he prodded. "That the size of it?"

"Nothing so entitled," Hifumi said. "3D women are just too complicated, too... messy. With my 2D girls, I always know where I stand. The flags for instigating romance are always obvious, and in most cases, the ladies respond positively to those flags regardless of any other factors."

"Sure," Leon said, unconvinced. He finally sat down, slipping into a chair across from Hifumi, then leaning forward to bring himself closer. Hifumi instinctively leaned away. "Are you really gonna sit there and pretend there's not a single girl in the class who's even got you a little interested in the real thing?" Leon pressed.

Hifumi began to sweat. "We-well, I... I suppose... " He placed his forefinger across his lips and looked downward. "I mean... I guess I wouldn't mind if Chihiro Fujisaki-dono g-gave me some chocolate... "

Mondo glanced sideways and pursed his lips. "Huh," he muttered.

Leon rubbed the hair hanging off his chin between his thumb and forefinger as he looked at Hifumi skeptically. "But is that, uh... likely?"

Hifumi looked dubious, but he managed a smile. "We've enjoyed working together on some projects in the past. Perhaps some Friend Chocolate... ?"

Leon shook his head. "Man, that's the worst kind of chocolate," he said.

"Philistine!" Hifumi suddenly declared. He thrust forward one hand, pointing dramatically at Leon as he bellowed, "All chocolate is precious!"

Leon folded his arms and leaned his head back. "Don't get all high-and-mighty with me. You know damn well the kinda chocolate I wanna hear about, man!"

"Well both of you shut the hell up?!" Mondo yelled, slamming a fist on the table. Everyone jerked backwards. Hifumi let out a small yelp of surprise. Makoto flailed his arms a bit. Unphased, Mondo continued, "Your dumbass argument doesn't matter!"

After an awkward beat of silence from the group, Taka was the first one to lean back into position. Sitting beside Mondo, he sternly said, "Bro, you know that kind of language is-"

Mondo waved him off. "Yeah, I know, I know. Sorry, bro."

Leon swallowed and tried to hold his ground. "Well, it still matters to me what kind of chocolate it is."

"That's not even what I was talkin' about," Mondo grumbled, looking away.

Taka's brow furrowed. "Then what did you mean by saying that it 'doesn't matter'?"

Mondo looked at him with irritation. "Just that... look, Fujisaki... " He paused and cleared his throat, then looked down at the floor. "They ain't plannin' to give anybody anything more than Friend Chocolate, okay?!"

There was another moment of silence that was soon interrupted by a loud gasp from Hiro. "This is awful!" he shouted. "Owada-chi! How come you never told me you're a psychic, too?!"

Before Mondo could protest, Taka stepped in. "That is not what bro is saying!" Taka told Hiro confidently. "Clearly, he learned this because he and Fujisaki-kun discuss workout tips!"

Makoto looked at Mondo with an expression of surprise on his face that transitioned into something else as he narrowed his eyes. He said, "So Owada-kun, are you saying that you just... asked her?"

Mondo eyes locked with his so quickly that Makoto flinched. "Hell no!" Mondo replied. "They just said so, okay?!"

This inspired a chuckle from Leon. "Maybe she was trying to keep you from getting your hopes up," he said, smiling.

Now it was Leon's turn to be on the receiving end of Mondo's glare. "God dammit, it ain't like that!" Mondo said.

"C-can we just move on from Fujisaki-dono already?" Hifumi said as visible sweat beaded upon his face. "Leon Kuwata-dono — why don't you volunteer information on the chocolate you expect to receive? You were the one to initiate this meeting, after all."

Letting out a fake sigh, Leon grinned as he said, "I get it. Everybody wants to know what Valentine's Day looks like for a real ladies' man. And yes, I'm sure I'll be getting chocolate from many of my fans."

Mondo let out a guffaw. "Is one of those 'fans' your cousin?" he teased.

Leon rolled his eyes. "I mean... she'll probably send me some too, but no, I meant-"

"I was asking about our classmates," Hifumi interrupted, pointing at Leon. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the rim of his glasses. "Are any of them your 'fans'?"

At this, Leon frowned a little. "Well... I'm hoping to receive some from somebody, but I kinda think she might have her eyes on somebody else... " His gaze drifted over to Makoto.

Makoto smiled nervously, holding up his hands in defense. "Hey now... I'm not expecting chocolate from anybody." At that, the entire rest of the table burst into laughter. Makoto looked around at everyone in confusion. "What?!" he demanded. "What'd I say?!"

As he stopped chuckling, Mondo bowed his head. "Dude, you really are clueless."

Makoto threw up his hands. "About what?"

"For starters, Maizono-chan is constantly by your side," Leon pointed out.

"She's a good friend!" Makoto insisted. "And that's all!"

Taka spoke up next. "I have noticed that Ikusaba-kun speaks with you more than most of our classmates."

Makoto shook his head rapidly. "Ikusaba-san is a friend, too! She's not, like... into me or anything like that."

"You and the detective girl seem pretty close," Hifumi observed.

Makoto looked away. "Kirigiri-san is... uh, sh-she wouldn't be interested in someone like me... " he said softly.

"Like I said," Mondo remarked. "You're clueless."

"You've got it wrong!" Makoto exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He pointed one hand dramatically around the table as he said, "Just because I'm friends with these girls doesn't mean they want to be my girlfriend!"

"And what about you?" Leon pressed. "Do you want to date any of them?"

Makoto opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His face reddened, and he slowly slumped back into his seat. "I'll... deal with that on White Day," he finally murmured.

Leon leaned back and and raised an eyebrow at Makoto. "Yeah, about White Day... Do I gotta get your permission before I give any of those girls chocolate?"

Raising his forefinger to the side of his mouth, Makoto scratched at his cheek and said, "No no, you're fine!" After a momentary pause, he added, "Uh, I assume you're talking about Maizono-san?"

Leon visibly cringed. "If you know that I'm into her, does that mean Maizono-chan knows?"

Makoto nodded a couple times. "She does have really good intuition," he said, smiling sympathetically.

Hiro rubbed his head sheepishly as he told Leon, "Actually, I knew you're gunning for her, too."

"Crap," Leon said emphatically. "If you could tell, everybody must know!"

"Hey — not everybody has my psychic power!" Hiro protested.

Mondo bowed his head a bit and countered, "Kuwata's got a point, man. I mean, I already knew."

Leon put his head in his hands. "And here I was already working out a grand romantic gesture for White Day," he grumbled.

Taka clenched his fist. "You can still do that!" he declared. "It need not be a complete surprise!"

Closing one eye tight, Leon looked upwards with the other as he considered that. "It loses some impact, but... yeah, maybe." He sat upright once more to look at Taka and Mondo, who were seated beside one another. “Let's just move on," Leon said quickly. "This is about the V-Day, not White Day. So what about you two?"

Mondo and Taka exchanged look, then simultaneously turned back to Leon. "What about us?" Mondo asked.

With exasperation, Leon asked, "What girls do you think you'll get chocolate from?"

Confused, Taka and Mondo looked at each other for a long moment. Then, slowly, they began to laugh.

As the two of them burst into hysterics, Leon threw up his hands in a shrug. "Am I missing something?"

Mondo gradually stopped laughing. "Who needs chocolate from girls?" he said. Throwing an arm around Taka, he grinned as he continued, "All I need is some chocolate from my bro here, and I'm set!"

Blushing, Taka put an arm around Mondo and exclaimed, "Same here!"

Leon closed his eyes and sighed. "Well, this is turning into a real bust," he grumbled.

"Perhaps the problem is that no one can truly know what to expect," Hifumi offered.

"Yeah," Hiro agreed. "None of us are in relationships, and I mean... when it comes to girls, most of us are just as clueless as Naegi-chi!"

"Hey!" Makoto protested.

Ignoring Makoto, a dismayed Leon acknowledged Hiro's remark. "Yeah, I'm getting that impression." Looking around at the group, he said, "Maybe I should've waited to ask for everyone's White Day plans. At least then it's all up to the guys."

Taka gave a swift nod to that. "It is easiest to know future events when you are the one who controls them," he stated.

Makoto frowned at Hiro. "You know, somehow it hurts more when you call me clueless... "

Hiro shrugged at him by way of apology. "My offer still stands for anyone interested, by the way," Hiro told the table. "Step right up and get your fortune told — learn which ladies will love you today!"

A variety of negative replies emerged from the rest of the table. "Not interested." "No, thank you." "Not a chance." "N-no, sorry." "Nuh-uh."

[champagne-bucky]

I.O.U.: II

Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve's attention. 

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con, dark!Bucky

Notes: Here’s part 2!! I hope you enjoy it! Please reblog, like, comment, and follow me for more :) 

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through. The sheets wrapped securely around your body. Stretching, you made your way to get dressed for another day of recon. 

Making your way to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before heading to the lobby to take advantage of the free breakfast and coffee. Just then you hear someone groan. 

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyheads. Gotta whole day of recon ahead of us.” You cheerfully said as you walked downstairs. 

You decided you weren’t going to let Bucky seeing your body ruin this mission. Every one has a body, it’s just you put yours out on fully display for the person who hates you the most. Running back to the room, both boys were up and ready to get going. 

“How was breakfast, did they have your favorite apple juice.” Bucky teased again. He honestly has no right to be talking to you like that considering a mere few hours ago he was jerking off to your ass and pussy. 

“Ha ha very funny Barnes, should’ve been a comedian instead of a soldier.” You jabbed back while heading to the car.

—

Today was more serious, you were posted back on on your usual spot just waiting for any suspicious activity, but nothing. Until, you see a man giving the infamous Hydra gesture to a woman running a bakery.

That’s odd.

You figure you might as well call it in. At least Sam and Bucky can track someone down. 

Sam and Bucky were posted outside the bakery waiting for their guy to come out. They knew that one slip up would be enough to take the agents out. It was basically confirmed that this was Hydra territory.

“You wanna do the honors or should I?” Bucky asks Sam.

“Please, after me.” Sam get up and busts through the door.

Fucking show off. 

Bucky cocks his gun ready to fight.

—

You lay on the grassy hills in shock watching the scene unfold. Bucky and Sam managed to take out a full building of Hydra agents and you were just sitting like a duck. The village was starting to become more vacant as people were clearing the streets and hiding out. 

“Hey Y/N, we need back up. Nows your time to shine.” Sam called.

You raced down the hills and stealthily made your way through the village. You hadn’t used you powers since the Thanos fight, so you may be a little rusty. However, you proved yourself wrong and began blasting agents left and right. It seemed like there were so many occupying this area. 

Meanwhile, Bucky and Sam were clearing another building to get the files. Once Bucky has them uploaded they began to make their way out. That is until a bomb decided to go off. 

You heard the explosion coming from the distance and levitated you way over. Assessing the damage, unwanted anger rose within you. Bucky and Sam were probably in there. Why else did Hydra choose to bomb this building? Just then the sound of a gun clicking behind your head draws your attention.

“Now, now, little one. Just come with us and we can help you. We don’t want to hurt you.” An agent looked at you with a smirk. 

Tears started forming in your eyes. Sam and Bucky. They were gone, or at least, suffocating under the buildings rubble. You didn’t know what happened you just snapped. They’ve been through way too much to die like this. You were fuming and the aura around your body was turning bright blue. Then, you blinked. 

You don't know what you did. All you know is that there was tons of dead bodies surround you. It looked as if a bigger bomb went off.

"Sam? Bucky?" You yelled out as you began to move chunks of the building away. 

Suddenly, you saw Bucky's metal hand beneath the rubble. You levitated the crumbled concrete off of them and freed them. They staggered out clearly hurt, various bruises and trickles of blood all over their bodies. 

"Kid," Sam looked around at the scene, “ what did you do?” 

Finally being able to look around at the damage, you couldn’t help but gasp. Hundreds upon hundreds of bodies laid on the ground, motionless. You stood frozen, tears threatening to spill. 

I killed all these people. 

While some were Hydra agents you knew you killed innocent civilians as well. You didn’t even realize the gravel shifting below your knees and the hand on your shoulder until it pulled you up.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Sam ushered you to the car.

—

Bucky was throughly impressed. He always underestimated you, but this time you proved yourself beyond worthy regarding your place on the team. However, you didn’t think so.

Boarding the jet, you sat in the back, knees up to your chest, emotionless. So many bodies littered throughout that village, and they just left them there to rot. Well, they wouldn’t rot, surely the government or S.H.I.E.L.D were notified to take care of the problem. 

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. You were tossing and turning so much that Bucky yelled at you to pipe down, stupid enhanced hearing. The boys on the other hand didn’t seemed phased at all. They’ve both seen worse, it’s just that they never thought you were strong enough to wipe out a whole village.

When the jet made its way back to the compound, you attempted to run and hide to your room before Sam caught you. 

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Listen, kid, you did what you had to do. It’s not your fault. You actually saved us a lot of trouble. So don’t lose any sleep over what happened. Bucky and I have seen and done much worse trust me.” Sam offered you a kind smile before letting you go. 

—

Turns out, Steve was held up for a few more days, meaning you were living in a constant state of anxiety. Steve would be beyond pissed when he found out what happened. He’d probably even kick you off the team.

Bucky realized this and the wheels in his head started turning. Ever since that night he couldn’t get you off his mind. The person he hated the most became his new guilty pleasure. Over the next few days at the compound, he would secretly be following you around. He knew your routine down pat by now, although knowing how much honey you put in your tea isn’t exactly something he cared to know about you. No, Bucky wanted more. He wanted to see your body again, wanted to undress it, kiss it, play with it. He wanted you under him withering and begging for more. Bucky wouldn’t say he had a crush on you, he still is mad that you garner all of Steve’s attention, he just wants you body sexually and nothing more. 

He needed a plan. He needed you, craved for you, but how would he get you? Drunken one nights stands weren’t exactly your thing, hell he’s pretty sure he’s never seen you touch a bottle. Friends with benefits? Nah, you gotta be friends first before that happens. Bucky became obsessed with you more and more as the hours passed. 

On laundry day, he was trying to dry his clothes when he saw that somebody, you, never came back down to get your stuff. 

Just a little peak won’t hurt anybody right? 

Like a madman, Bucky started to dig through your garments. Bras, shorts, shirts, and then he found them, panties. He pick them out and laid them on top of the dryer. Inspecting each one. 

Looks like we have a naughty little thing on our hands don’t we? 

Bucky chuckles darkly and he picks up your deep red lace thong. He smiles and takes a deep long whiff. He wants you to be wearing these when he fucks you for the first time. He imagines you right now: ass up, breast hanging, your tight little pussy begging to be pounded. 

I’ll start off slow. Feel her up a little, get her all nice and wet for me. Fuckkkk she’s gonna be a mess. A few spanks here and there, maybe fill her mouth up, then the show begins. 

Bucky subconsciously put his hand with the panties in his pants and started to jerk off. He’s thinking again. Thinking of all the things he’s do. 

I’m gonna ruin that brat. Gonna show her she’s nothing more than my whore. Gonna show Steve his innocent baby is a filthy cock slut. Gonna tie her down, blindfold her, spank her, fuck I’m gonna make her feel me till the day she dies. 

Bucky came again. Hard. He came through his pants and dirtied the clean underwear. 

“Well, that’s going back in the hamper.”

Bucky chuckles before stuffing the panties in his pocket  

—

Sleep doesn’t come easy to you anymore. You lay awake at night, tossing and turning, every time you shut your eyes the dead bodies are there. A killer, murderer, monster, you can see all the headlines now. 

AVENGER SLAUGHTERS HUNDREDS IN FRANCE.

How were you ever to face Steve and tell him? You can’t imagine his face, he’s gonna be fuming. What will the team think of you? I’m sure Tony will try and lock you away, maybe they’ll stabilize you powers like they did to you and Wanda. God that hurt. You were born with your powers so stabilizing that part of your body is basically like half of your body dying. 

You were a mess. Bags under your eyes constantly, sleep deprived, you missed about all of your schedule training sessions with Sam. Sam understood though, he knows being surrounded by all that death and gore takes a toll on a person one way or another, he just didn’t think you would take it so hard considering the circumstances. 

Bucky was getting antsy. He would see you leave you room less and less. Surely you has been skipping some meals, you looked weak and pale. In that moment Bucky actually has sympathy for you. When he was the soldier he was constantly axing people off left and right. He remembers the screams, cries, blood, he shivers at the thought and pushes them back in his mind. He need to make his move, fast. You haven’t noticed the missing panties yet, not that you would be able to recognize them now.

Bucky thought about sneaking into your room while you were asleep. Maybe grab himself a fresh pair of panties and jack off to your unconscious body, but you don’t sleep anymore. He would walk past your room at night and try to find out if you were awake, he would hear your soft cries and the bed moving every second. He knows you need this, something to take the edge off. 

—-

“Alright kid, you’ve wallowed long enough. I’m tired of you dodging our training sessions. If you expect to be pulling your own on this team then I suggest you get your ass down to the training room in 5 minutes.” Sam yelled at you. 

Sam has enough of your despair. You didn’t understand why. People died and you were the cause of it all. Bucky watched your altercation with Sam. He didn’t understand either. He guessed you were afraid of how Steve would react. To be fair, Steve didn’t want you out on the field in combat, so maybe she’s worried he’ll get mad at her for that. 

Bucky saw you slump on couch, sulking. He decided to talk to you. This was just an opportunity for him to get close to you, he really couldn’t care less about hearing what you had to say. 

“What’s you problem.” He asks. 

“I killed them,” tears are starting to form again,   “all those innocent people are dead because of me.”

Innocent? 

Then, something clicked in Bucky’s head. It was evil sure, but he need to feel something with you again. 

“Steve’s going to kill me, Bucky. He’s gonna kick me off the team for sure.” You start crying. 

“Steve’s not gonna kill you, because he’s not gonna find out.” Bucky finally spoke. 

“Huh?” 

“I’ll do you a favor. I’ll tell Stevie you were an angel the whole time. I’ll tell him I ordered you to do the strike. You didn’t want to, got it? In return you gotta do something for me okay?” 

You eyes lit up. Bucky’s showing you actual kindness, a hint of friendship even? 

“Yes, yes, Bucky, thank you! I’ll do anything for you I swear, whatever you want!” You smiled and hugged Bucky. He got a little hard when you tits pressed against his chest. 

You walked down to the training room. Bucky knew what he was doing. It was awful, but it would be worth it in the end. You both needed this. You both wanted it, even if you didn’t admit it. 

You thought those people were innocent? I guess that falls on Bucky. He remembered when he got back to his room after France. That lone mission report he was suppose to give you, he forgot. He’s glad he did though. Bucky didn’t have the guts to tell you that they weren’t innocent people. You single handily wiped out an entire village full of Hydra agents in disguise. That was one less base to worry about. Really saved them months of work trying to tear it down. Of course he was gonna tell Steve. It would get out eventually when it makes national news. However, Bucky would never tell you that. 

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The Ghost Of You

12 - Coincidence

This chapters songs:

Beach Bummer; No Vacation

Goodie Bag; Still Woozy

Sports; Beach Bunny

- Y. L. Perspective

I wasn't sure what to think when I had read the message aloud. "I want to talk." What could that possibly mean?

"Y/n, I'm sure you're just being dramatic. Maybe he just wangs to check up on how you've been doing, " Toruku suggests, sipping from his box of apple juice. The two of us sat against the brick wall on the outside of the cafeteria, discussing my issue. Giki and Hikishi couldn't join us for lunch because of school work that they had to finish up, and Suga had to meet his friends.

Ever since the party, the only thing that stuck to my mind was my situation with Koushi. But other than that, I had forgotten about certain things that happened. As an example, bumping into Oikawa. And as crazy as it was, the moment completely left my mind for a good five days. Until I got a message from him, saying, "I want to talk."

Oikawa, Toruku, Iwaizumi, and I have known each other ever since the beginning of junior high. The only reason we had separated was because of Moku's tragic death, and our schools. Toruku and I had decided to stick together and go to Karasuno, while Oikawa and Iwa felt their volleyball was more important than staying friends. But honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal. The older we grew, then we realized that we wouldn't stick with our middle school friends.

But what Oikawa had caused between the four of us is what made things awkward.

Around the summer of my first year of high school, we all subtly kept in touch with each other. But then after he had thrown a party around July a fight had broken out between him and Toruku because of me.

Oikawa was telling others cruel things in a group of people that were discussing school, lying about how I acted around him. That I had messed around with him, or how I was jealous of Moku for being with Toruku and took it out on Oikawa. But truth was that Oikawa was the one who liked me, and I never paid too much attention to him because of how guilty I felt for liking my best friend's boyfriend.

Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Toruku, and I all knew what Toru said were false claims that he only told for attention from other girls that he would talk to. Oikawa let his popularity get ahead of him, causing a ruckus to occur that day. The further he would go with these stories, the angrier Toruku and I had grown. Eventually, his mouth ran far enough to drive Toruku to punch him more than I had expected. Oikawa was all bark and no bite, therefore, he didn't fight back. That night is when Toruku and I had realized that we needed to move in from our past and find lives of our own. Ones that wouldn't have to ever run into the two obnoxious duo Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

So you could imagine my anger when seeing him at a party that didn't involve him.

"Uhm.." Toruku takes a bite out of his egg sandwich, munching while talking. "Just text him back! Say 'about what?' I bet that would get you answers."

I groan at his stupidity. Today wasn't the best day to have lunch with Toruku, but who else could relate to me as much as him? So, I do as I am suggested, texting back a simple reply and hoping it would lead me to the best possible outcome.

—

Oikawa

I want to talk

About what?

...

—

"Oh my god, he's typing," I say quickly, dropping any items in my hand to hold the phone in front of Toruku and me. He finishes his egg sandwich and crumbles the wrapper to throw into a bin not too far away from where we sat before crossing his arms in concentration.

It wasn't that I was excited to talk to Oikawa. I was nervous as to what he wanted to discuss with me. Other than school, there wasn't much to talk about with him. All I knew was that he turned into a jackass with an ego.

'What does he even wanna say?'

When my phone vibrated in my hands, I had thought my questions were answered. But only a simple reply was given to me.

—

Oikawa

I want to talk

About what?

I just want to see how you've been doing. How about lunch on Saturday?

—

Toruku frowns at the message. "Why would he want to have lunch after what happened?" He asks me. "Say you're busy." A protective tone overtakes him.

"Ok, ok."

—

Oikawa

I want to talk

About what?

I just want to see how you've been doing. How about lunch on Saturday?

I have a tight schedule, so I don't think I'm free that day.

Hmm

Sunday?

What would we talk about, Toru?

Honestly

I just wanted to see you again

You know, talk?

Mhm

But why? Soon it won't matter

Cause after I saw you on Saturday I realized I had some things to say

Please?

Okay

We'll figure something out

—

"Do you think he still likes you?" Toruku pops in.

"No, I don't think so. But I also haven't been able to see his development, so I wouldn't know," I reply to him. I could either ruin or glorify my relationship with him. That was a bet I wasn't sure I wanted to take. And not only that, but he also had beef with Toruku. Why didn't he ask him to lunch as well? Was it because he didn't run into him during the party?

Now I had yet again another thing to worry about. Right now, my current concern was my first volleyball practice this afternoon. Kiyoko had informed me that this weekend they were to have a practice game with one of the competitive teams. I wasn't sure if I would enjoy it or not, but I mine as well have given it a shot.

To be honest, I was a little bit excited. Not only would I be able to see Suga more than in the afternoon, but I could get to know the underclassman more. That was if they even liked me.

"Whatever. I don't need to be worrying about this right now," I tell Toruku as I get up from the wall to throw my trash away. He nods, tossing his trash in the basket as well, before picking up my bag and bento, handing it to me. "Thanks for having lunch with me."

"It's no issue. Just tell me how things go with texting Oikawa and have fun at practice."

"Sure thing."

-

I waited at the front of her classroom. By her, I mean the beauty herself: Kiyoko. She told me earlier that she would run through the rooms the volleyball club uses so that I could get familiar with where I'd be going every day I attended practice. I was in good hands when it came to Kiyoko, one of my very close friends.

Finally, her classroom door opens, followed by the many students held inside to flood the hallways, including Kiyoko. "Hey there!" She throws a hand over my shoulder as we begin walking to the exit of the hall. "You excited?"

"I guess. I'm more nervous than excited," I reply.

"Don't be. The boys are very sweet. If you'd like, I can try giving you a summary of what to expect!" She exclaims, her excitement practically glowing off of her skin.

Once I nod, Kiyoko begins her full explanation of the players. "Well, we have the three third years. Me, Sugawara, and Daichi! And you already know about us. And there are only four second years. There's Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita. Tanaka is a loud person, but he's super hard working and nice to me, so I guess he's okay. As for Ennoshita, he doesn't talk very much, but I wouldn't be rough with him. He seems like the insecure type. And Narita and Kenoshita are like him, except a little more wild! They usually stay in the back of the crowd, though. Then there are the first years— man are they talented. We have this amazing pair of first years, Kageyama and Hinata. Hinata is so good at jumping, probably the best I've ever seen, and a very rowdy boy. Kageyama is usually a prick to everybody, but he's learning to be a team player. Then there is Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. They're pretty simple to predict. Tsuki just bosses around Yamaguchi all the time and they both talk crap about everybody, but they're good friends and good players."

I can't help but widen my eyes at how fast Kiyoko had explained the players. It was as if she had a lite notebook in the back of her mind where she stored every detail about them, knowing every word she wrote like the back of her hand. "...wow, so there's some personality in the team! That's good to hear," I say, taking a deep breath before we both leave the school building and make our way behind it. "I think I know about Kageyama, though. I went to middle school with him and my old friends that were on the team with him weren't very fond of him— but that's all I know. Sugawara just tells me that he's a very talented person, which doesn't say much about his persona."

"Oh yeah! How're things with Sugawara going?" Kiyoko has no hesitation to jump towards the subject. I couldn't blame her, though. It had been a while since we had a girl-on-girl chat.

Embarrassed, I chuckle, staring at the ground as we discuss. "Nothing much. I mean— he did ask me to be his girlfriend, and we made out a couple of times, but that's it!" I act as if the actions weren't such a huge thing.

Kiyoko gasped. "Y/n! You didn't tell me that you were so close to him, I would have teased you way more than I already do! You kissed him?! How many times? When—where?!"

"Shimizu, stop talking so loud!" I exclaimed, raising my brows as the girl pipes down. Kiyoko wasn't ever the type to get so rowdy about things, that is if it didn't have to do with romance. As for that, she was a downer. And if her friend was involved with it then she wouldn't stop with the blabber. "Anyway, after the party, we both spent the night in his car. We didn't do anything but make out. Still, it was so nice," I whine. "He was so gentle and confident at the same time, and I'd never had somebody want to kiss me so badly— y'know? After that, he took me home, and we both slept in my bed for a couple of hours. Once I woke up, he wasn't anywhere to be found. Only my cat and a letter were left on the pillow next to me."

"A letter?" She questions.

"Yeah, explaining his feelings—his feelings,

Shimizu! Isn't that so sweet?! He told me that he was in love with me and never felt so passionate about anybody the way he does with me. But the thing is, I'm not even sure I wanna be in a relationship. And it's hurting both of us. I think I'm just so confused about everything that I can't even make up a decision."

"Hm, that's understandable. It's a big surprise two of my friends are getting together without telling me! Especially since they're so in love with each other. But now you're saying you don't know what to say?" Kiyoko hums. "Well, from the way you talk about him, are you sure that you're not just scared? You seem like you're head over heels, Y/n. What's stopping you?"

Suddenly, a tall shadow stops us in our tracks, interrupting our conversation. "Yeah, what's stopping you?!" A deep voice says as Kiyoko nudges him.

"Daichi, you don't even know what we're talking about!" She says. It was no other than Sawamura, acting silly again.

He wore a black jumpsuit that I assumed was his volleyball uniform and white tennis shoes, topped off with his grin. "Hey, Y/n! You excited for practice?" He asks in enthusiasm, crossing his arms. If I was being honest, Daichi always scared me when confronting me, but I knew he had my back. Therefore, the goosebumps that crawled up my spine had disappeared once I settled into his smile.

"I mean... I'm a bit nervous. But yeah, I'm excited."

Daichi claps his large hands, then points towards a grey building that was only a few meters away from where we stood under the school roof. "Great! Kiyoko can lead you to the locker rooms and the team will meet you in the gym!"

I look to Kiyoko, who's nodding. "Sure thing. Let's go, Y/n." Her hand lightly pushes me towards the direction of the changing rooms.

Once we arrived at a certain locker room, Kiyoko showed me around the place. There were sixteen lockers on each side of the wall and two benches in the middle. Lots of different sports instruments were piled up in a corner, while a few bags were tossed in another. Overall, it seemed like a regular changing room.

"Here, you can use this locker here. No one ever does." Kiyoko points to an empty silver cubby. The others that surrounded it had posters and locker decor on them, telling me they were already claimed by other girls.

I open the locker, placing a few of my things in it like my bag, school vest and tie, and my shoes. After, I turn to Kiyoko, who's standing right behind me with a black bag in her hands. "Here, this is your new uniform. The team will take you more seriously if you have it on."

Taking the baggy, I pull open the zipper, revealing folded clothing inside. It was the same that Daichi had on earlier, except it didn't come with shorts and tennis shoes. Kiyoko told me that I would only need to bring some sport shoes and a white tee to wear under my sweater. "Thanks! Are you gonna be wearing one too?"

"Not today. My uniform is dirty, so I'll be using one from him. Don't worry, once the team is used to you, you'll be able to bend the rules a bit as I do. They don't care very much." She says as she makes her way towards her locker, pulling out a light lavender jumpsuit.

'Crap, does this mean I'm going to have to undress in front of other girls? That's gonna be awkward.' I tell myself, as I hid behind the door of my locker to pull down my skirt and quickly put on the black pants. I exchange my button-up for a comfortable white tee and black sweater, before taking off a few accessories that I had on and slip them into a pocket of my bag. After, I sat on the bench to trade my black long socks for some normal ones and tie on my shoes.

"Ready?" Kiyoko turns to me, fully dressed in her uniform.

"You bet."

-

I hadn't realized how awkward interrupting a practice was until the deed was done. It was sickening, embarrassing, and terrifying.

"Hi everybody," Kiyoko says in a soft tone, setting our bags down near the door while I avoided eye contact with anybody. That didn't help the fact that every one of the players was staring at us, sitting in a circle on the ground.

A loud, raspy voice echoed through the gym, interrupting the bitter silence that ate me up. "Hi, Kiyoko! How was your day today?" I glance up at the person who jogged towards us.  He had a huge smile and short buzz cut, already telling me that he was a rowdy one. "And as for you, welcome! You must be the new manager! I'm Ryonosuke Tanaka, one of the best players on this team!" He holds out a hand for me to shake.

'So this must be the second year Kiyoko told me about. Great, I like him already.' I think, bowing before shaking his hand. "I'm Y/n L/n, nice to meet you."

"Tanaka! Show some respect for your upperclassman, will you!" Daichi comments, coming up from behind him. "I'm sorry about him. He's a wild one."

"Oh, that's alright."

When Daichi realizes I'm comfortable enough to glance at the teammates, he quickly moves out of the way. "Oh—let me introduce you properly. Everybody, this is our new manager that Takeda Sensei told us about: Y/n! She's a third-year and is here to help out Kiyoko. She's friends with us third years too, so no funny business!" He looks towards Tanaka. "That means you, Tanaka!"

He yells out, "I—I was just being friendly!"

Daichi simply playfully rolls his eyes. "Why don't you first years come to introduce yourselves, hm?" He suggests as a few boys shuffle through the small crowd to get a better view of me.

"Hey! It's good to see you again, L/n! I'm Shoyo Hinata." He bows. I recognized him immediately when he approached me. The player was short for somebody on a volleyball team and had bright ginger hair that was rough and fluffy, and he practically radiated energy when I was near him. "I hope you have a great time on the team!"

After giving him a brief smile, I shift my eyes towards a pair of first-years that seemed suspicious of my presence in the club. But one of them stepped up to shake my hand and grin. He had brown yet green-tinted hair that appeared soft, and many freckles on his face. "Hi, I'm Tadashi Yamaguchi. A pleasure to meet you!" He cautiously nudges the tall boy next to him.

He rolls his eyes at the slightest, tossing the volleyball in his hands to the ground. "Hi, I'm Tsukishima." He says in a proud tone, bowing.

Then, I fixate my eyes on the boy who stood behind Hinata, staring intently at me. Once he notices that I had caught him, he began stuttering. "I—Uh...I'm Kageyama! Tobio Kageyama." The ravenette puffs up his chest, bowing towards me.

"Ah, yes! I know about you. Did you happen to go to Kitagawa Daiichi during middle school?" I ask, tilting my head to take a mental picture of him.

"Uh..yes. How did you know?"

"I used to hang around the volleyball club a lot and knew a bit about you. But I never would have thought you would go here!" I quickly realize how rude my response appeared. "Oh, crap! I didn't mean it like that."

He shakes his head violently, shutting down my apology. "It's no issue, Y/n! It's great that you know me— I mean— thank you for recognizing me," he says loudly, bowing once more. It became obvious that Kags was a bit nervous to meet me, but it wasn't anything threatening. His bright pink cheeks were more warming than scary.

"Well, Kageyama, it's great to see you again," I giggle. Then, three boys are seen in the corner of my eye, seeming eager to say their hellos. Taking initiative, I greet them. "Uh, hi guys."

"Hey!" They say, maneuvering towards me. The black-haired one shakes my hand first, squeezing it gently. "I'm Ennoshita. Pleased to meet you." Then comes the other two: one with a buzz cut, and the other with dirty blonde hair. "I—I'm Kenoshita! And this is Narita!" He points to the buzz cut boy. "We're all second years, by the way!"

Surprised by so many greetings, I can't help but hold my hands out in front of my face. "Oh— okay! Nice to meet you, too."

Somebody abruptly suggests, "Why don't you guys give her some space?" Knowing the voice too well to forget it, I grew excited. Sugawara had arrived, finally. I was looking forward to seeing him more than anybody else. "Hey, Y/n. Glad to have you," He says, secretly winking at me.

"Thank you."

-

"Let's talk positions for the practice game," Daichi commands, lifting a dry erase board to face everybody."Here's the plan I came up with."

The club was sat in a big circle on the court facing Daichi and Takeda. I accompanied them as well, pretending I knew what they were talking about.

"I'd like to have you two working as a pair." Daichi points to Kageyama and Hinata, who gave each other low growls. "And since Tsukishima is our tallest player, I think that would give us a benefit against Seijoh."

'Seijoh? Isn't that short for Aoba Johsai?' I think, raising my hand slightly. "Uh, so you guys are playing against Seijoh?"

Daichi nods. "Yes, Aoba Johsai. We have a practice game with them this week. They're a very strong team, so we need to be in our top game. Are you gonna be joining us..or?"

"Yeah, I will. I'm asking because I know a bit about the players on that team. If you'd like, I can give you guys some advice on their style."

"Wait! Why is Hinata in the one position that needs a tall guy?" Tanaka blurts, as he points towards Shoyos name that was written on the board. It stood in front of the net doodle, telling us he'd be playing as a blocker.

Hinata takes notice of this and grows annoyed. "You're saying Tsukishima and I are playing middle blockers?!" It seemed that he wasn't very fond of Tsuki.

"Timeout!" Takeda strikes the air with his hands, before reaching to his side to unfold a small handy book. "I think I need an overview of the positions.. let's start with the setter. That's the basic control tower— the ones who set people up for attacks. Then there are the wing spikers. They're the rounder that sort of.. maintains the balance between offense and defense. And middle blockers block the other teams' attacks and score points using quick attacks. They also act as a decoy to lead away from the opponent blockers! Is that right?" He asks, looking up to the team captain for reassurance.

He nods his head, putting his palms together. "There is a position that specializes in defense, but we don't need to worry about that right now. So far, that's the positions!"

"Well, Hinata should be the 'number one decoy'!" Kageyama quickly rises, looking towards the redhead. I look towards Kiyoko who is just as confused as me about what he blabbered. "Why don't we use you as a distraction to get points? We'll be using quick attacks, that way the other spikers can do some damage! You'll take down guys like Tsukishima and take them right down the garden path like the idiots they are." Kageyama spoke in a determined manner.

Yamaguchi defended the boy, saying, "Hey! Don't imply Tsuki's an idiot!" But is quickly shut down by Tsukishima, being told to shut up. "Oh.. sorry."

'These first years sure are interesting..and rude, if I'm being honest. Why is it that they're so bossy and demanding?' I say to myself, bringing my knees up and resting my head on them. Although we hadn't done anything physical, I was beginning to grow tired.

"Hinata, when we play, you better be on your best level! If you mess up even one bit, all of our attacks are gonna start to fall apart, got it?" Kageyama strikes Hinata, making him feel frightened and cornered.

"Come on, Kageyama. Hinata is already under a lot of pressure, why say things that make him feel bad?" I whisper to him, as he began to feel concerned for Shoyo.

Tanaka pats Hinatas back, attempting to calm him. "Yeah but- blocking is the most important thing here! No matter how high he can jump, he's still a shorty pants."

What he had told everybody started a riot between the players. Each of them argued about whether or not Hinata should be one of the middle blockers. As for the third years, we rubbed our foreheads in frustration. But it wasn't as if I could expect anything different from these boys.

"Don't you worry, Hinata. As long as you do your best, the team will be proud-"

"R-right! I promise I won't mess up!" Hinata perks up while his face turned a crimson color out of stress. "I'll block as much as you want me to and be the best decoy! I'll serve, I'll do attacks, I'll block! I'll do whatever you say, captain!"

Because of how anxious he grew, he dropped onto the gym floor not long after his rant, breathing heavily. Hinata had made it clear to me that volleyball was a very serious thing for him, and other players' opinions on him meant almost everything. But thank goodness, our third years reassured him that he would be just fine for the practice game.

From how much I'd seen, I thought that the club wasn't too much of an issue to attend to. That was if I wasn't helping first years get back up onto their feet after short-circuiting. Kiyoko had even told me that I did a great job on my first day at practice. So I was sure that I'd be a benefit to the team.

Now, my biggest concern was seeing Oikawa.

-

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PICTURE THIS - part: 4

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC

Lesson learnt for life - ‘Shri, never post a fic unless you’ve completed written ALL of it’

Welp, I am really not the best at being punctual. My writer’s block can be absolute brutal IM SO SO SORRY YOU GUYS. 

So idk if people remember this story now so here's little recap:

RECAP: Y/N is Harry’s tour photographer and through this they become close and develop a strong friendship. But when you are spending every second of your day with someone, feelings are bound to occur. As the American leg of his tour comes to an end, a little tussle here and there leads to Harry admitting his feelings for her and them getting a little tipsy and ending up spending a night together. 

Now the morning after is not the most pleasant and expectant for them. Find out in Part - 4!

Genre: angst

PICTURE THIS - part:4

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The morning after is never the easiest. And they knew and had fathomed so the moment Harry’s alarm blared out loud at 8 in the morning.

Harry was careful to have turned it off the second it made a sound and he turns around on his bed, hoping to sleep beside her a little longer. A little longer before both of them would dread and regret it – but mostly her.

But to his much dismay, when he turns over, she has sat up and thrown her feet down the bed on her side, giving him her back as the first view of the morning since yesterday night.

“Y/N.” He calls out, not realizing it, and later feels that his calling happened to have alarmed her even more.

She hurriedly snatches the top of the sheets and dashes for the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way. Harry falls back on the bed, defeated and closes his eyes shut to process everything from the night before.

What a disaster it was to bring to their friendship.

With the same lingering thought in her head, she changed into her clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Harry is already outside waiting for her, clad in only his boxers and he immediately jumps to his feet on seeing her.

“Y/N…”

“Last night…” She begins.

“I meant it.” He says before she gets to finish her sentence. She looks up at him from the ground, flushed. “I meant everything, I swear.”

Her mouth parts but the loss of words makes her retract back. She feels weak in the knees as she throws the sheet she had carried with her on the ground and takes a deep breath.

“How did we even end up doing that?”

He cringes at her choice of words. “I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I really don’t. But it means a lot to me-“

“Oh, for god’s sake please stop saying that!” She raises her voice. “It is not making me feel any better, Harry.”

He gulps, looking away. “I am sorry.”

She takes a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know.” He says, looking at her again. “I think you take some time to think this over. To go through whatever you felt last night – just think about them again.”

“I-“

“I really thought it would be easy to just be your friend. Just let you go on some occasions, to let you not give me time but – but, I don’t think I can do that.” He breathes. “I don’t want to be just your friend, Y/N. I don’t want to be just a part of your time; I don’t want you to choose anybody else but me; and I don’t want to have to lose you to somebody else.”

Her heart shakes frantically inside her.

“Y/N, I want to be something more to you than just your – your friend.” He finishes, shakily breathing himself. “And I won’t put you through any pressure. You can think over this, I swear. As much time as you want, as many days as you’d like – all my time is yours now. I promise.”

She looks away from him, not ready to absorb all that he has said. Why is there a hesitation now? Why can she not speak up at all? Where is her resolved mind on this?

“We have a flight to catch.” She finally says. “I’ll see you there.”

--

She left the room right after.

Harry shed some meaningless tears thereafter, not sure what was it that was making him cry so much as he stood under the shower, reliving the night. He packed his luggage then and he also packed her purse she had left behind in the check-in luggage, clearly with no resolve to return it to her soon.

He cannot believe he said everything to her. He places his hand on his heart now and then, feeling it beating for real and comes to it that it really was no dream.

He really meant everything he said, everything he did. He has never experienced this panic and anxiety in a long time as he had when he saw her be so cold and not feel comfortable with him. Why was this discomfort? Was it because of the line they had drawn on their relationship? Of just being friends?

He thought of their life if they weren’t just friends but something more. Though the thought of always having her around and them being together always felt a little obsessive in a way but he did not ever want her compromising and being with someone else.

When they were seated in the airplane after a lot of running around and checking in, their eyes met when she was walking past his seat to the hers.

They locked eyes but she spoke nothing with them either. She appeared shaky and confused and she rushed past, and in that moment, another thought occurred to him.

What if she did not feel the same way as him? What if the amount of happiness and love she has shown and given him, he hasn’t been able to give her the same? He thought of the other people she could be with and if they would give her happiness she truly deserves and he undermines his ability to give her the same.

The sullen thoughts keep him up the entire flight. He does not turn around to look out for her; he does not get up even once thinking he might crash into her and shake her resolve – which could also be to not be with him.

And he accepted how things were until she would herself want to come around.

--

She extends her legs up to where her seats allow, breathing out loud as if she has been tired for so long. She hasn’t let her mind think over too much – all she did was pack her stuff in, rush over to the airport with the others and check in as soon as she could and be home.

But now in the dim lights of her the airplane, she feels her mind kick back in all that happened to her. And not just memories of last night and this morning but all and everything that her life has been this past few months.

Meeting Harry, spending that one night together just getting to know each other, becoming friends without the spell of that uncomfortable confrontation, The entire tour, private photoshoots, cooking for each other, drinking, laughing and finally yesterday.

If only he could have straight away asked her what she felt and not guilt tripped her this way. Why was she even taking time? She has loved him for all this while and now when he is admitting it to her, what in the bloody hell is holding her back?

She bites her lip in the sudden spur of excitement. God, everything he does to her can never not make her feel like electricity sparking through her. Even right now.

In the aftermath of it all, she decides to tell him everything when they off of this flight. They will start afresh and they will start all bright.

“Gahh, I’m done.” Sameera, one of the management faculty and a close friend, sighs beside her as she shuts her laptop down. She had been working on and on since they had departed, going about writing mails and what not and up till now, Y/N had not thought to ask what it was.

“Finally…” Y/N drawls in the same tone as her. Sameera chuckles and puts away her laptop and stretches her legs.

“It’s gonna be hectic once again when we get to London. I can’t really sit straight, can I?” She grunts.

“Why?”

“Ah, just management stuff, man. There is never just one thing I am dealing with – it all just comes plummeting down.”

Y/N gives a pat to her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, babe. And let me know if I can help with anything. I would, I swear I would.”

Sameera gladly smiles and places her head on her shoulder. Then she opens her laptop and begins to work again. Y/N reads over certain words looking over her head and her curiosity perks up.

“Can I ask you what the assignment is on?”

Mindlessly, Sameera answers back, too indulged in her work. “We’re hooking Harry up with a name. You know, pretend to be involved and stuff. It helps keep the tour in the news and of course, Harry’s name too.”

“Hooking him up?”

“Yeah, like fake dating. But Harry does meet them up and many a times he’s liked them and been with them too for a while.”

Y/N’s silence makes Sameera explain a bit more.

“It’s just PR stunting. It’s been a part of the cycle for some time now. Harry’s okay with it too now I think. He meets them, likes them so hangs out with them or dislikes them and we try to shake off the rumour within a month or two. It’s just how it is.”

There is no more information shared. Sameera is on her work for some time and then she naps away the rest of the flight.

Y/N stays up, too shaken by the reality thrashing her in the face. She was taking chances by betting to be with a star – someone always in the limelight, always living for the limelight. She doubts if she will be able to hold up amidst all this glamour; and hurting one another is the last thing she would want to happen.

She closes her eyes and waits for this time to pass too.

--

It was close to almost a week since they had returned. The concerts scheduled thereafter were in two days from today and things were very hectic.

She was called in throughout rehearsals and back stage shooting. She would do her work and leave.

He would come over and do his part. He, however, would leave with a longing heart.

It wasn’t easy at all to ignore him. They would end up speaking a few words here and there but the silence that filled right after was impossible to be shaken. The walls that she had begun to build around herself to protect both him and her were starting to bother Harry more than he could imagine.

She saw him shrink more and more into himself and she only hoped he would understand her without having to say anything.

But, he finally loses patience and calls her up today.

When she reaches his place after the call, she is only carrying her camera bag and nothing more, and she rings the bell.

“Come in.” He tells her at the door, walking into his house and leaving her outside.

She closes the door on our way and follows behind him, entering the balcony.

“Let’s get started.” He purses his lips, clasping his hands together.

She nods, placing her camera on the nearby table to her. Sighing, she looks up at him.

“Why are we doing this again?”

He chuckles, humourless. “We always did this – informal photoshoots. Just you, me and you camera.” He throws him arms exaggeratedly towards her camera.

She hesitates, breathing shakily. “No, I meant…why now?” Beginning to unpack her stuff, she continues. “You have your show in like 2 days, why get into this hassle now?”

She watches as he turns his back on her and stretches, all out of restlessness. She gulps and decided to shut up.

“Okay, I am ready-“

His chuckle again makes her stop. “Funny how things we previously did for fun now seem like a hassle, do they now?”

He stands by the railing of the balcony, leaning on it with his arms spread to his sides and gives her a sad look. She cannot say a word to him and only looks him in the eyes with the same look as his.

He takes his eyes off immediately and breaks the tension.

“Let’s get started.”

The shoot is simple. He is in a soft cotton shirt with a few unbuttoned buttons on the top and bottom, and the light wind in the balcony flows around the light material, matching the lost, dewy look of the shoot.

She keeps on going clicking pictures. He almost would always tell her when to stop but today he doesn’t. He lets her keep doing her job as much as she can, telling him to pose, to look somewhere else and everything. She has no clue to how ask him if he is done.  

The sun sets in the background. The natural light that they had depended on now turns to dark and this makes the perfect excuse for her to step back.

“Guess we are done.” She says, pulling her camera to herself to preview.

“No.” Harry ascertains, making her look up once again at his somber tone. “Try with the flash this time.”

She gulps, letting out a dry chuckle, tired with the brutal behavior of his.

“Harry, please.” Her voice is low and tired. “Let’s stop.”

His fists ball at his sides. He feels all the pent-up emotion, the remorse, the pain come back to him and he takes two long steps towards her to now stand right with just an inch of a distance between their noses.

“Stop what?” He grits through his teeth. “Stop even being friends? Even talking and being as we were? Why?”

She steps back one, shaky with the proximity. Her mouth opens to speak but he cuts her to it.

“Scratch that. I want my answer. I want to know what do you want from this and what it meant for you to be in my arms that night, kissing me, touching-“

“Harry!” She cries. Her face softens as their eyes meet – his rage and angst all making her heart pound.

She turns on her heel and scurries back inside the house, picking her camera bag from the floor.

He is trailing right behind her. “Y/N –“

“I just don’t want to hurt any one of us.” She turns around to face him again, putting a little distance between the two of them.

“And what about this? Is this not testing enough?!” He cries back at her.

“Harry-“

“Okay, no, no, wait.” He walks over to her. “You told me you love me that day. You told me you love me – didn’t you?”

She closes her eyes, nodding. “I do, I love you so, so much.”

He cracks a half grin. “Then what is it? I love you too, so much. More than you can imagine.”

“You don’t get it.” Shaking her head, she continues. “We are so much less involved in each other’s life when we are friends. You realize being together would complicate it all so, so much.”

“What is the complication for? It is all in your head.”

“Harry!” She puts him down with one raise of her voice. “Please. Understand this; you live in this bubble around all the glam and you have things to do that you are bound to – there is no way you can avoid them.” She pauses. “I am a simple girl. All I seek is small things, sought out things – simple things.”

He shuts up then. His voice holds no longer the desperate tone. He is confused, severely at that, and now all he wants is answers.

“What is it about my life? You’ve been with me for the entire tour, Y/N. I don’t think I did anything for you to feel that my life could be any complicated -“

“Harry, I was with you but always from a distance. You have your commitments, your duties as an artist that you’ve got to fill –“

“You’re going round in circles, saying the same thing over and over again, Y/N.” He cries out.

She takes a deep breath and squares up to spill the truth. “I do not understand this whole thing about going from dating one person to another.”

His eyes squint in surprise. “What-“

“Yes, you’ll have to be with multiple people at times, all through the year and you’ve done that in the past too-“

“Have you ever tried to understand this whole thing or are you just making assumptions –“

“It is the truth, Harry, and that is what gets to me every time I think –“

“Will you let me explain what this whole thing is and how it goes or –“

“No, Harry!” She shouts this time. “This is how you guys are. You go around jumping from one person to date to another – what would you do with being with a commoner? What good would she do to you? Will you get the same kind of promotions, be in the same way in the news, will remain as popular as ever?”

He opens and closes his mouth, her words hitting like spikes to his heart.

“Okay, okay.” She takes a breath out, calming. “Just give it a thought, you know – think a bit logically and realistically. You will need to think about your career at the end of the day. I get it, I get it, there is feelings and all but if we do get together, neither of us would be happy because – because our professional lives and image would keep clashing and –“

Both of them know she is blabbering like a mess now.

He takes a step back from her, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah, yeah –“

“You understand me, right? You get it too.” She tries to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah!” He says to loudly and quickly. “I get it. Absolutely. Perfectly.”

They both takes long breaths and look at one another. Their eyes blood shot red, and their faces show the tiredness and hopelessness. They both know this is in no way sought out.

Finally, with the same expressions on his face, he tells her, “Now, get out.”

She feels an invisible force push her steps back to the door. She accepts the defeat and the end and she nods.

“Trust me, this is for the best, Harry.”

---

Hope everyone’s keeping well and being safe. My wishes and love to you all. 

Look forward to part:5 coming soon and show some love to this write up too!

Thank you for the love and support! 

Big looove

- Shri <3

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Wild Child (Billy Hargrove x Reader) part 5

Hey everybody thank you all so much for your nice feedback. I originally just wrote this story for a friend and didn’t think that anybody else would give a shit about it tbh. Which is also the reason why there is no regular uploading schedule and I am super shit at this whole tagging stuff…

Tagged-list: @speedmetalqueen @charmed-asylum

Warnings: language, mention of abuse, blood, mention of drug use

„Honey, I’m home.“ you shouted dramatically as you entered the small house, kicked of your boots and walked down the hallway into the kitchen.

You had actually been surprised to see lights burning inside the house as you arrived, your uncle didn’t mention that he was going to be home for dinner. Well now you at least had someone to share that frozen lasagna with. „Woah uncle Lou what’s that smell? Did you find out about the magical effects that spices have on pre-cooked food or-? Oh…“

You stopped at the sight of your uncle sitting at the kitchen table with your next door neighbour Ms Johnson, both of them looking very caught. And what you had mistaken for a very upgraded frozen lasagne seemed to actually be a real home-cooked meal. Well….you had definitely crushed their date.

„(Y/n)….I didn’t expect you to be home this early…I met Helen uhm Ms. Johnson at the garage and she suggested to cook dinner for us.“

„Yeah no worries.“ you laughed. You knew very well that Helen and your Uncle had a thing for each other. Nobody needed their car to get fixed that often. She would also regulary pretend to check up on you to see if your uncle was home. Once you even caught her, leaving the house through the backdoor early in the morning. They were acting like teenagers which to be honest was kinda cute.

„Wait a minute..“ you began, suddely realizing something, „Why did you think I wasn’t going to be home for dinner? I only had class until 2.“

„Well…school called.“

Oh fuck. Shit shit SHIT. Of course they did. How could you be so stupid?

„Well about that….“ you began laughing nervously, „I can only say it propably wasn’t as bad as it sounds.“

„What exactly?“ your Uncle was raising his voice at this point, but no matter how hard he tried…he was really bad at this whole strict-parenting-thing, „The part where you got sent to detention for almost getting into a physical fight with a boy OR the part where you got expelled for, and I quote their words: innapropriate actions with the exact same boy.“

„Well what can I say….I might have lost my temper a bit.“

„A bit?“ he was raising his eyebrows at you.

„Yeah ok maybe a little bit more than that. But I can assure you that I’m fine again. Also, innapropriate actions sounds like we were sacrificing children. It was just…oh nevermind. I’ll leave the two of you alone now“ you smiled at him and Helen, who was visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

„Where do you think you’re going?“

„To the lake. To think about my mistakes and nothing else of course…maybe god will end my suffering and let me drown.“

„(Y/n)!“, your uncle moved his eyes towards Helen, indicating that she wasn’t used to that level of sarcasm, „Also don’t you think, that after being expelled from school not leaving the house would be a more fitting idea?“

„Oh come on Uncle Lou…we both know that you don’t know how to punish me for something like that. And trust me I am already punished enough since I will forever have to remember making out with the biggest dickhe- uhm jerk in town…also…don’t you think it would be better if I was gone so the two of you can continue to do whatever needed to be done before I got home?“

„Fine fine fine. Get lost you little shit.“

„As you wish, sir.“ you grinned, „Bye Helen, feel free to use the front door this time.“

„(Y/N)!..I’m sorry Helen..she is….an idiot.“

„True. It runs in the family though.“ you yelled as you grabbed your stuff and made your way towards the front door.

-

You lit a cigarette, deeply inhaling the smoke only to release it into the crisp air within seconds later.

You had always enjoyed spending time at the lake.

Especially at night, there was something very soothing about this kind of solitude.

You were the only one present, as usual. Which might have been due to the fact that it was already december and pitch black outside.

But actually people didn’t really go here anymore no matter what time of the year it was. Not since they found that body which turned out not to be Will Byers, last summer. People thought the lake had been infested with some kind of supernatural bacteria, some even claimed that it was haunted.

„Well if you’re here lake-demons. Now would be a great time to drag me into the water and let me vanish from the surface of the earth.“ you mubled while flicking a stone into the dark water, watching the circles it created on the black surface.

The sound of a car stopping and a door being slammed shut in the distance suddenly pulled you from the thoughts circling in your head. Pretty weird that someone would be out here at 9pm on a monday night. Might be Chief Hopper? He would regulary pick you up at this place, when you were trying to get away from your mom and her shitty boyfriend.

But nothing followed that noise, which left you diving deep back into your thoughts once again.

You just couldn’t understand what had happened only a few hours ago.

Why WHY would you decide to kiss that walking trashbag of a human? And why the fuck did it have to feel so damn good? Worse enough that Billy already thought of himself as the hottest shit in town…why did it have to be true?…Well only kinda. It was just a few seconds of making out, which fair enough even the biggest looser would have been capable of.

Holy shit you didn’t even want to think about what you would have done if Mr. Jenkins hadn’t stopped you…but on the other hand you had the feeling that you would think about that a lot in the next few days.

Ok you really needed to stop that. NOW.

In order to not act like some horny piece of shit anymore you decided to walk around for a bit. Sitting on the freezing stones in front of the water was getting way too cold anyway.

You moved slowly on the slippery pepple stones, your eyes trying to focus in the foggy darkness. How good that you knew this place by heart and didn’t park your car too far away. You were already pretty close to the road as your eyes catched the sight of an unfamilair figure. Looked like somebody had parked their car right here in the middle of nowhere.

Please don’t let this become the next underage make-out hotspot. Isn’t Lovers Lake enough?

There clearly was somebody sitting on the hood of the car, looking rather wasted to be honest.

„Hey is everything alright?“ you asked as you approached the dark figure.

„Yeah..everything is just great.“ even though his voice sounded exhausted and faint you realized immediately who you were talking to.

„Hargrove? Are you following me or what?“ you groaned, „Is there really not enough space in Hawkins for the two of us not to meet every other day?“

„Look (y/l/n),“ Billy began, his husky voice sounding even weaker than before, „I appreciate your overall dedication to being an annoying bitch 24/7 but please, not now. Leave me the fuck alone.“

This made you very suspicious. „You sure you’re alright?“ you moved a few steps closer towards him „Holy shit dude what happened to your face?“.

It wasn’t a secret that Billy would regulary get into fights, but he would usually emerge from those as the winner. But today? The whole left side of his face was bruised, blood dripping from his eyebrow and the corner of his mouth.

He quickly faced away from you, wiping his palms across his face. „I said go away. Everything is fine.“ he growled, his voice now almost back to it’s usual low thick sound.

„I would believe you if your face didn’t look like it was hit by a fucking truck. And trust me I don’t like you enough to pretend that I care. But you look rough.“

„Well you seem to like me enough to not leave me alone.“ Billy taunted you with a grin on his face which quickly turned into a painful groan.

„Alright that’s enough let me see that.“ You took a seat next to him, carefully touching his jaw, turning his head towards you. He flinched as your fingers moved across his black and blue cheek. „Doesn’t seem to be broken..but still…who did that? Did you screw somebody’s girlfriend?“

„Doesn’t matter.“ Billy mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.

„Well I’m not a big fan of the cops but don’t you think your parents will call them when they see you like that?“

„Nope.“

„..or maybe at least want to know what happened?“ you continued.

„Nope.“

“..or wanna know who did that?”

“Nope.” Billy seemed to be getting more and more fed up with you at this point.

„Well can you at least tell me then?“

„YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?“ Billy suddenly facing towards you, screaming at the top of his lungs, made you jump a little, „I GOT EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID BITCH AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT BEHAVING AT MY HOUSE! AND NO THEY WON’T CARE WHO DID THAT BECAUSE THEY ALREADY KNOW!“

Billy was looking furious, breathing heavily, his whole body shaking with anger. His breath created little clouds in the cold december air and you thought that you could see tears shimmering in his piercing blue eyes before he turned away from you again, smashing the hood of his car, screaming with anger as he jumped onto his feet.

„Fuck…I’m sorry…I didn’t know.“ „Oh really? Thought you knew absolutely everything about me and how much of an asshole I am.“ Billy growled, still facing his back towards you as he lit a cigarette.

Yeah you deserved that one.

„Well I seem to be just as big of an asshole at this point.“ you mumbled as you reached into your pocket, „Here…guess you need that more than me.“ without waiting for a response you placed the joint from your pocket inside Billy’s left hand. He looked up to you slightly confused. „For the pain…if you need anything else..my Uncle’s secret girlfriend is a nurse. I’m sure I could get you some harder drugs.“

“Thanks…but please (y/l/n) leave me alone now.” the curly haired boy’s voice was back to that faint husky state from before, his body still visibly shaking.

“Yeah whatever I was just trying to be nice.” you mumbled not really knowing what to do. You really didn’t like him enough to be any more supportive than gifting him your last bit of weed.

“I don’t need you to be nice to me.”

“Don’t be such a bitch, Hargrove.”

„Leave me alone. And don’t even think about being nice to me just because you feel sorry for me.“ Billy snapped, pushing you aside as he walked back to his car and drove off into the night.

What a dramatic bitch.

[darkpoisonouslove]

Winx Club Season 2 Thoughts (4kids) Part 1

I already posted some thoughts on season 2 last year when I legit just clicked through he episodes rather than actually rewatching them so I am back to give a more in-depth look on this season! (And, hopefully, it won’t end with disappointment for me.)

2x01:

- Eww, why voiceover? It just seems so unnatural since we’ve never had it before. Not to mention that Bloom told us what each of the other girls has done during the summer but she didn’t tell us anything about herself. Like, she set out to find out more about her origins back in the first half of season 1, and I know that she did learn about being the princess of Domino but she still has no fucking idea who her parents are as individuals apart from them being the rulers of Domino. Considering how big of a plot that is later on, it just doesn’t sit right with me that she doesn’t seem remotely interested in it currently and didn’t mention anything about it. It’s like that plotline is closed for her which we all know is not true. So I am having some issues here, not gonna lie (not with Bloom but with her inconsistent writing).

- Aww, am I the only one who thinks that Stella buried herself in fashion rules all summer because she didn’t want to think about her parents’ divorce? Poor baby has been going so hard with no rest to keep herself from grieving over it. But at least she did something! (Proving she’s not lazy and spoiled; she practically had a job. Her dream job. You go get it, girl! (but also take care of your mental state, please.))

- Why is Bloom so eager to learn her fortune? Has she not read Greek Mythology? Bad idea, hon. Bad idea. (The thing with the magical reality mirrors was cool, though!)

- (Is that a new secret library or is it the regular library? I’m confused. Does anybody have a handy layout of Alfea for me?)

- She just fucking told her everything! I’m not a fan of knowing your future tbh. It really messes with your head and you start thinking “Will my actions have a negative impact on it? Will I somehow change my own destiny for the worse?” and then you go and do exactly that. Not to mention that it would be so weird to stare at Layla and just feel the pressure of being told that you’ll be best friends. Like, what if it doesn’t work? And what if it is just the fact that you were told so that pushes you to seek the friendship of that person? I don’t know. It’s just not my thing.

- Layla is awesome, though! Climbing those rocks with no equipment, not to mention with so little power left. She probably couldn’t even transform and fly if she fell. That was dangerous but did she care? Nope. She was there to save the pixies! Brave little soldier. Too good, too pure for this world.

- Ugh, Darkar managed to annoy me with his very first sentence ever. Nice job. You are a loser, loser. So deal with it! God, how will I take all that narcissism for 25 more episodes? Oh god, oh no, please, no! Whyyyyyyyy?

- Ugh, Bloom, that diadem is doing the opposite of wonders for your hair, please! At least Stella had the common sense to remove it.

- Speaking of Stella, that moment with the multiplying beauty was so cute! I love how she complimented the others while complimenting herself! But guys (Stella & Bloom), you’re not discreet with the groping. Seriously.

- Oh, hey! Riven won! And Sky only came in third! Nice! But lbr here, Timmy is the real victor! The others came in on hoverbikes while he had an entire ship that he modified himself. I mean, idk about anyone else, but I would definitely go for the ship.

- Of course there’s Diaspro drama. God, can they not for literally five seconds? And also, “we’re just friends”? Wtf? Did you fall on your head this summer, Bloom? You were calling him your boyfriend last time I checked. And you were fawning over the romance in your future. Can you just drop the pretense already?

- Ooh, Layla is so smart! She managed to outsmart all the monsters and win even when she barely had any magic left! You go, you absolute badass!

- Did they even make any changes on that new wing at Alfea? I mean, besides the name.

2x02:

- How did Tecna know that Layla was the princess of Andros? Did she hack the interdimensional FBI system? Wtf.

- They could’ve showed some other things we hadn’t seen that Layla had to go through but, of course, why would they do that when they could just use the same footage and draw less animation, bruh?

- And we’re getting to the opposites. Right on schedule when the Shadow Phoenix has shown up. You gotta love how convenient those school lessons are (not to mention that Bloom suddenly started feeling her opposite out of nowhere. Nice!) At least we got a cool magical lesson. Though, idk how to feel about the ying-yang symbol. I mean, it is a perfect representation of what they’re talking about but kind of weird to see something so earthly in Alfea. Though, Earth did have magic so... Hmm. Okay, anyway. Moving on.

- Um, question, why do Stella and Layla not know each other? And in the first season Stella and Musa and Sky didn’t know each other even though they were all royalty (I am still unclear on whether Musa is a princess or not btw but anyway). Don’t they, like, have royal meetings with other kingdoms? (which they even did in season 5 when Domino was back. What, is Domino the center of the universe and they can’t function without it? I mean, come on!)

- The talk about love is getting on my nerves and I literally have “love” in my url and it is my fave word. So what is wrong with that? I do love that guard there. Heck, yeah, it’s a prison (it’s worse than that tbh). And the fact that they’re trying to make it out not to be is extremely fucked up and sickening if you ask me. Not to mention “You can force people to be happy. It just takes time.” I really hope whoever had the idea of that place (in-verse) is going to hell.

- They legit just kept recapping season 1 for a solid minute? Aaaaaaaand... SKIP.

- Can I say that a 30-page report is an actual living nightmare. Thanks.

- The girls are all friendly with Layla (well, outside of a slip-up or two). That’s cute. But where the hell is Tecna? Can the animators only animate five Winx girls at a time? What the hell, you guys?

- So the Pixie village is on Andros (if Layla found it accidentally. I don’t imagine she realm-hopped at will)? Why don’t I remember any of that? But hey, finally some flashbacks that we haven’t seen before!

- Oh, look! My guy Kerborg is here! (the only good part of this whole Darkar thing tbh)

- The Trix finally thought of trying to pretend to be happy in order to get out of there. Well, better late than never. Though, watching how it’s going I can understand why they didn’t try before that. It is, in fact, hopeless. (But at least Darcy is handling it! She always was a bit more controlled.)

- I am so majorly creeped out by Darkar. He just met them and he’s like “You belong to me! Mwahahahaha.” Ummmm? Can you calm down? But I loved Icy’s response. Though, it didn’t stick. And he’s at it again. Seriously, this is really giving me some major off vibes. He said they were going to be the queens of Shadowhaunt which, considering he’s the king, would imply they were his wives. Now there’s a mental image that I am not even going to let inside my head, thanks. Although, having in mind that he just kept buttering them up, I would say it was just him stroking their egos to get them to join him. Not to mention that his later treatment of them supports that theory. And of course, he had to test them first and see how they’d do.

2x03:

- Please, tell me that they’ll tell someone about the Pixies and won’t just go to Shadowhaunt on their own initiative.

- O!M!G! They actually told Faragonda! I can’t believe this! Finally doing something smart, I can’t! And of course she wasn’t going to just let them go. Though, did she really think they weren’t going to want to take the test?

- Shouldn’t Stella be weakened by the darkness of Shadowhaunt? I kinda wish she’d stayed at Alfea if that would’ve spared us from the arc that is coming. (Why?)

- Okay, but it was kind of rude of Layla to just overtake Riven’s hoverbike like that. I wouldn’t appreciate it if I had to give someone a ride and they shoved me out of the driver’s seat and occupied my car, thank you. I’m surprised Riven agreed to let her drive.

- I don’t really have much to say about this episode tbh.

- It was cute that Stella jumped off the cliff for Brandon but it was not the smartest course of action. It probably would’ve been easier for him to save himself if he was alone and they may not have ended up being brought to Amentia. God, I hate this. I don’t want to be bitching about this every other sentence so just know that I absolutely despise this arc from the very bottom of my heart and that will never change.

2x04:

- They have no powers and Darkar knows they’re there. Sounds like a great situation, doesn’t it?

- That amazing moment when you either have to marry a person you’ve just met or watch the one you love die and then be forced to get married anyway. You gotta love that! I hate this so much! (And this is different from my previous point. Or at least has a different angle.)

- Wow, Riven is absolutely handling being a boyfriend. Somebody get him a manual, the man is failing spectacularly.

- I am not quite a fan of Flora’s “Must be nice to have a shoulder to cry on”. Like, you have your friends???? No, I get that she wants a boyfriend, nothing wrong with that, but it came out like she has nobody. Which is absolutely not true.

- What a lucky save that Stella just arrived when they were about to become toast. Can anyone tell me why she didn’t just teleport them where the Pixies are? Or anywhere closer to them if she could do that all along?

- Am I distracted or is there nothing to talk about in these episodes? (Both. It is both.)

2x05:

- Seriously, why didn’t they at least mention the option to teleport using that gadget from the beginning?

- Aww, Brandon was trying to be noble and get out of the marriage but it backfired. Poor him.

- Why are the Pixies bickering like that? Is it Shadowhaunt’s influence or just the fact that they’d been imprisoned together for so long?

- Wait, did they just... kill a pixie? (Off screen of course, but still. Damn!)

- So Bloom and Stella did... interestingly with the boarding.

- Why is Stella afraid of heights? Also, that’s never been mentioned before. Especially not when she jumped off a fucking cliff! Wtf. They just keep throwing in new stuff without setting it up properly and I am getting annoyed.

- What happened to Tecna’s computer?

- Oh, look! Chatta lied to Darkar to protect Pixie Village.

- It’s the Trix! Finally some action! And they are harder to defeat now that they’re stronger! Nice!

- Damn! Layla was really determined to get the Pixies out of there. (Which wouldn’t have helped if Darkar hadn’t let her but she still gets points for trying.)

- Oh come on! Do I really have to deal with fake Avalon so early in the season?!?!?! Dammit! Also, wtf is up with Bloom and Stella? Like, you both have boyfriends. At least Layla’s not affected.

- “Stella returned a compliment. What is that about?” XDDD One of the funniest lines ever! And look at Amore! She is so cute!

2x06:

- But yeah, seriously, just go get Brandon, please! (Also, good that they noticed something’s fishy.)

- Aww, Stella is absolutely furious and determined to get her boyfriend back. She should’ve gone for a plan tbh since it could’ve helped them get to the palace faster.

- I love how Stella’s known Layla for a week (half of which Layla was unconscious) tops and is already making her her bridesmaid. Am I the only one who finds this weird? Like, this friendship train is moving way too fast for my trust issues.

- Poor Brandon. She’s going to stretch him, wtf? These episodes are a horror show.

- How bad can a guard worm be? Hm, gee, I don’t know, Layla. Enough to stop you perhaps since it is a “guard”, y’know.

- And Brandon is talking to a parrot now. I am losing it just like he is. How much longer will this torture go on? Please, tell me this arc is coming to an end.

- Okay, so the plotline with Amore’s magic is less problematic than I remember it. I thought she was going to make Amentia fall in love with the flower pollen but it only leads you to your soulmate. That isn’t problematic, actually. Nice!

- Wtf do you mean they’re going to eat Brandon if he’s not a good husband?!?!?! I am getting nightmares over here. Just feeling them forming in my head. Thanks.

- It must be horrible for Stella to be standing there and watching her boyfriend being forced to marry another woman. How are these people not psychologically scarred anyway?

- Aww, they’re back together! I love how Amore is just sitting in Stella’s lap! It’s cute.

2x07:

- I was not ready for the Kiko angst even though I knew it was coming.

- Faragonda really thought she could just dodge that question without them noticing, huh? Yeah, well, no.

- Oh, look! The Shadow Fire is sentient. This reminds me of LotR tbh but anyway, moving on. So Darkar is a man who is possessed by the Shadow Fire? I so did not remember that.

- Oh, no! Is it really time for Avalon already? Dammit! I was just getting thrilled there was no Darkar in these last two episodes and now I get Avalon. Uggggh.

- I get Bloom’s annoyance with this but why does she keep blasting it when that obviously doesn’t give results?!?!?! This reminds me of that quote by Einstein that madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results. “I feel tired.” You think? You’ve been out there blasting that thing for hours. Get inside and get warmed up, oh my god! Seriously, how are they even alive? They don’t take care of themselves at all.

- This might be my more advanced knowledge of what the future holds for them speaking but I absolutely do not get what is Avalon’s appeal.

- Oh, how convenient. He’s teaching magic connected to their origins. Amazing.

- “I don’t want to seem obsessive” *proceeds to spy on girlfriend* At least the show is framing it well.

2x08:

- Ugh, I really hate these Bloom and Avalon scenes. They just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

- Ugh, I’m gagging at Bloom’s obsession with Avalon. I get he promised to help her learn about her origins but she’s downright lovesick. I am so with Sky on this and I understand his frustration.

- Aww, Brandon immediately revealed his own nickname to help Stella calm down. That was so cute! I love them!

- I love how the fairies are always invited, of course, but the witches are only invited because they helped. I mean, yeah, they do cause trouble, but like, they’re witches? I think the show should have done a better job at specifying what exactly being a witch is because currently it’s like “hey, they’re evil but they can legally learn how to be evil in the legitimate school for witches!” How does that make any sense?

- Ewww, seriously? On the one front I have Bloom and Avalon and on the other Icy and Darkar. What is wrong with this season?

- Oh, hey! It’s Helia! Now only if we didn’t have to wait half a season for Flora to confess her feelings, that would be great! I love how she got mad at Stella for introducing herself to Helia. Don’t just glare there, Flora. Do something about it! (About Helia, I mean.)

- So Saladin is also a dramatic bitch. Good to know. XD But hey, the new Red Fountain looks so much better. Before I started the rewatch, I didn’t even remember the initial vision. I only remembered the one from season 2 onwards.

- Poor Timmy! But what was Tecna’s problem? Like, you dreamed of him. That’s cool. I mean, you like him. What’s the problem? I guess she’s just not used to emotions like that, though.

- “I think it was Darcy” Jeez, really? Why is the fact that she ran away not enough proof that it was Darcy? Why would she run away if she was just a random girl? But I guess it’s a good thing Musa recognized her voice because people can actually do that unlike what movies would have you believe.

- It’s Kerborg time. Nice!

- Oh, yeah, “let’s leave Bloom and Sky in charge here”. Now you trust her. Last time she was there he blamed everything on her but hey, whatever.

- I loved Sky being supportive of Brandon and then the team up with all the rest. And Riven showing a better side of himself. That was really awesome.

- Oh, I think Helia’s got his eye on a certain fairy too! ;)

- But seriously. Literally an entire army of Specialists can’t hold the monster down while Helia did it on his own. With his glove. Wtf?!?!?!?! Though really, why am I expecting anything to make sense at this point.

2x09:

- Okay, but as annoying as Darkar is, he at least knows how to steer the witches to do exactly what he wants.

- Really, Tecna, I think your facts are wrong. You aren’t completely grown up at 16, wtf.

- Who else is completely creeped out by Avalon? He really just gave all of his very female and very young students flowers. And he’s teaching them all individual things (which is just a cover so that his interest in Bloom doesn’t stand out, of course, but still). He knows they are all crushing on him and he’s exploiting that and doing his best to lead them on and reinforce those emotions. That is absolutely disgusting, thank you.

- Seriously, even Faragonda is falling victim to his “charm” (not)? I can’t with this episode anymore and it has just started. And here I thought Darkar would be the problem of this season. How was I so wrong????????

- Oh, he wants them to trust him as much as they trust themselves? How about they throw you off a cliff instead? Oh, wait, that won’t work because he has wings. Crush him with a boulder then? (This is getting very anti Avalon and I am so sorry for all the negativity but I don’t think I can stress enough how much this is upsetting and angering me.)

- Why do I feel like Avalon is the one who planted the book there so that Tecna could do all of that and embarrass herself so that she wouldn’t try it again and he could proceed with his real plans?

- Well, we finally got Bloom’s parents’ names and a very unclear peek at them. Though, props for having their designs figured out from the beginning, though I guess that is just thanks to the comics.

- Oh, hey! Palladium is back. (Why is no one crushing on him? He is so much better and more handsome than Avalon tbh.) Glow up time, bitches. XD

- Amaryl is being Amaryl, of course. But Palladium is having none of it anymore. And he saved Stella. Nice!

- The others trust Tecna, that’s great!

- (Honestly, Griffin is the only thing saving me from losing my mind in this episode tbh, Also the fact that she believes Tecna and that Tecna was suspicious enough to dig in the first place. At least someone hasn’t lost their common sense.)

- Oh, hey, how did Bloom get that medallion? Did she pull it out of the past? Pls, tell me that’s not what happened. It can legit mess the entire timeline.

- Wait, didn’t they start chasing him before midnight? Why is it suddenly morning? Wtf? You can’t tell me they chased him all night. Why is everything so wrong?

- Poor Wizgiz! Another invention is destroyed. I feel his pain.

- At least all parts of the episode came together nicely. The writing was actually good but I absolutely hate this episode, thanks! I still appreciate the effort with the script, though.

2x10:

- Seriously, why did Bloom instantly decide that Diaspro was involved in this? Ugh. Both she and Sky need to calm down with the jealousy.

- Omg, Griselda is so savage, I can’t! Her magic is so awesome. (Since when is Stella up for cooking? Or was it just because she wanted to see the cute guy that would teach them cooking? Ah, and she’s tired of take out.) I really loved how she used different methods to deal with the different powers of the fairies. Finally we’re getting all the magical lessons and it is absolutely glorious.

- (Btw, seeing Stella openly critique classes schedule makes it clear to me why she’s always been my favorite. That is such a me thing to do. I still can’t understand how teachers liked me since I was always arguing with them.)

- Of course. Sky wants to talk and Bloom immediately decided he wanted to break up with her. Why don’t you hear him out first maybe? (Sidenote: Stella and Brandon went on a date with unicorns? That is really cute!)

- Brandon is in his role of the wingman again. Considering he’s the only one having a steady girlfriend (and they’ve said “I love you” already), the rest should just listen to him.

- Mayhem globe? That’s really cool actually.

- Helia is here. Nice!

- Poor Stormy. She looked really hurt. I thought Darcy was the one with the illusions and riddles. Why did she get it wrong and why was Icy the one to solve it (through a detail that not only has never been shown but has been pretty much disproven by what we’ve seen)?

- Yeah. Tecna and Timmy were also knocked out, Bloom. Just in case you care about that.

- Kindness spell? And non-agression spell? That’s kinda cool actually. But problematic... again.

- I am not quite sure what Bloom did but I am actually glad to see they went with a hug there (and it was cute). But how many times are they going to become a boyfriend and a girlfriend? I thought we were over this.

2x11:

- Brandon is at it again. A true specialist... in dating tips. XD

- Wow, Flora. Nice Helia spell you got there. (Btw I am so loving that we get to see them in different classes and learning things! Yes, this is what I’m here for!) But Layla was so ready to help! And I also love that Flora went to Layla instead of anyone else. It’s really cute that they got so close so fast. (”He’s crazy if he doesn’t like you.” Perhaps Layla is the one who likes Flora. XD)

- Shoulda listened to Brandon, Timmy. (But Tecna so boldly went for the “us”. You go, girl!)

- Idk but to me “The Archaic Spells of Spheria” doesn’t sound any good tbh.

- Of course Stella is all about the romantic movies. But poor pixies. They had to imprison them to save them.

- Why did all of the boys know about the Codex in the previous ep but the girls have no clue about it? Why is Faragonda keeping it from them if everyone at Red Fountain knows about it?

- What was Faragonda doing? And why did she make Bloom look for the spell? Couldn’t she do that herself? (Also, she just threw the book like that on the floor. I get why it prompted her derision but damn, really?)

2x12:

- Flora and Helia are such romantic dorks. And they’re bringing their A game there. Poems and flowers... A beautiful romance blooms. (I’ll stop now.)

- This convergence talk is giving me all the friendship feels. Not just for Winx but also for Faragonda and Griffin since they have been spotted doing convergence too. Ugh, my heart!

- Wow, Riven sure has a lot of pictures of Musa, considering the way he’s acting.

- “Kind of involved”? Mhm, sure.

- So I understand Musa’s frustration with Stella’s meddling but on the other hand I can see Stella’s point. I love Musa x Riven but Riven doesn’t seem exactly present and Musa herself stated that she’s not really sure what the status of their relationship is so...

- Okay, but there is no way in hell that it is Darcy’s birthday. It is fall currently and Darcy’s birthday is May 5 according to Wiki. So yeah, no.

- I am getting a bit sidetracked again but can we talk about the fact that Bloom and Stella couldn’t do convergence after a simple disagreement even though they’re together like 24/7 while Griffin and Faragonda managed to do it seamlessly at the end of season 1 after not speaking to each other for years and kind of getting into a fight the last time they spoke at the Day of the Royals. Friendship goals (well, besides the silent treatment.)

- Okay but I think it wasn’t right to blame Stella. She didn’t say anything that was inherently offensive. She suggested that they try to get closer. That isn’t bad even if it upsets someone indirectly. There was no need to blame her. They should’ve just focused on making Layla feel better.

- Why do I feel like none of them really had friends before they found each other? But hey, they are this big found family now and that is awesome! (I am getting all the feels again.)

- And Darcy is messing up the magical reality chamber again. Didn’t we do that already? Also, why didn’t they try to... idk, take precautions and put better security on it considering how dangerous it can be? Like, those are simple things. Please, be responsible.

- Better not play Truth or Dare with Stella. Unless you wanna be kissing ogres. XD

- That was a good save Layla pulled off there. Also, I love how the girls are mad at the “technical” issues. Tbh they are right to. How many times are they gonna get stuck in the wrong world when sent into the magical reality chamber? Like, get your shit together teachers. Also, why don’t they simply do a test run before they get anyone inside it? You’d think they’d learn their lesson.

- Damn, they can be deleted if the program is turned off? Why didn’t Darcy just have Jarred unplug it then? Winx are erased forever. Boom, problem solved. For the Trix, I mean.

- Aww, the pixies were ready to go in. That was cute.

- I LOVED that convergence! It was such a cool idea to have them make a figure. Also, they just created life. Damn! I am impressed.

2x13:

- Poor Layla. She has all those nightmares. But at least Piff helps! That’s really cute.

- I see Flora still hasn’t solved the Helia problem yet.

- They just ditched school to go to a club. What chaotic dumbass energy, I can’t.

- Aww, Layla is sharing about her harsh childhood. At least she has friends she can talk to now. But damn the difference between Andros and Solaria is very striking in scenes like that.

- Layla totally nailed that improv. Nice, you go, girl!

- I love the difference between Griselda and Faragonda! XD

- I loved that convo between Bloom and Vanessa! Yes, thank you for that. I am a little confused as to when Bloom learned Daphne was her sister. Did I miss something or did the writers miss something? But aww, Vanessa can’t see Locket. That’s making me sad. :(

- They did go to the club, though, huh? Nice one, you guys.

- How will Faragonda learn if they use magic on humans but not otherwise? That doesn’t sound very logical to me. (Speaking of logic, where is Tecna? They didn’t show her in this ep.)

- Oh, no! Poor Layla. But damn, she’s powerful. And the others are there to help her. (The pixies can cause so much trouble considering how small they are.)

- I love how Faragonda and Griselda just showed up to get them. It was cute. Though, now they’re being punished. Well, technically, Bloom didn’t break any rules because she had permission to leave but I guess she’s also in this because she shouldn’t have taken the others with her. (Cheeky to welcome Faragonda and Griselda to Earth.) At least Faragonda managed to get them the permission for music back from Griselda. XD

- Aww, babies! They are so tired from cleaning the whole school, they fell asleep. And the pixies helped, too.

- I’m not sure how Flora got that Helia is “the one” from talking to him for half a minute, but damn, wanna share those powers with the rest of us so that we can know immediately when we’ve met the one as well? (It was so cute to see Flora lean on Layla to sleep with her. And Piff, too. If she weren’t just talking about Helia, they would’ve been like a picture perfect family.)

This got very long so I decided to split the post for this season in parts. Part 2.

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hi - anon from before - pls excuse me bc i'm absolutely /sobbing/ at your response bruh. thank /you/ for answering so openly (just like Adrien! :0 ) I'm shook at the fact you started publishing from 14 to now, that's incredible!! can i ask what you published? :0 Also wow @ that characterization of Adrien towards the end, it really makes a lot of sense!! is there a difference between Adrien and Chat? Or are they similar but just show different amounts of certain feelings? :0

Oh, just poems and stories! I don’t want to show off lol they were achievements for sure but I’m sure you have something better to do than read about them :P And thank you, I have a lot of opinions about who Adrien is and how he does it. Onto Chat vs Adrien - I think inherently they are the same person, obviously, but Chat Noir lives without the same sort of ... suffocation, I guess? Being Adrien Agreste is work. That’s something that he carries with him every minute of every day - being an Agreste means that there are always cameras somewhere, and his every move is scrutinised. As much as Adrien likes to kick back and relax with his friends, and really does love and trust them very deeply (and god, he loves being called ‘dude’!), the role his friends play in Adrien’s life is actually very minor, by necessity (not by choice: he would always choose to hang out with those guys, sans the nights his father promises he’ll make it to dinner this time - this time). He is working. He has expectations to manage and a phone which is waiting to call him home at the drop of a hat when his father hasn’t quite managed to make this meeting, could he please stand in, or Adrien, there’s a charity event you need to attend, or Adrien, please turn another 13 degrees to the left so the cameras can get your smile properly while you talk to your friends. Adrien’s got a lot of very high expectations put on him which are inherently expectations, rather than goals - they are things he can fall short of or meet, but they are so high it is impossible to exceed them, so his options are disappointing his father or .... not disappointing him. 

Adrien really, really cares about his father. I think it’s underestimated, the turmoil that he goes through in Chat Blanc - since the disappearance of his mother his father really, truly changed, and Adrien really believes that that’s because Gabriel is trying to hold things together. He thinks his father has, essentially, fallen apart, and when has it ever been like Adrien to hold somebody’s turmoil and fear and sickness against them? His father is sick. He’s afraid of going outside, he’s afraid for Adrien so hard that it’s sometimes suffocating, and Adrien wants him to get better. Before he met Ladybug, Adrien Agreste needed to find something - some relationship - to anchor himself into, to strap himself onto and not let go of, and for him that relationship was his father’s. To Adrien, he and Gabriel are a team. The same sort of team Ladybug and Chat Noir are, the same sort of inherent and unbreakable bond that they have: he is inseperable from his father. Whatever this terrible grief is, whatever it has stolen from Gabriel, they are in it together. They are in it together and it is just Adrien’s turn to be the part of the team who does more work, and that is because Gabriel is self-destructing, and Adrien aches for his father to be better, more than he aches to be wanted. And besides, Adrien doesn’t do love like that (here’s a link to the fic exactly on that subject!). He doesn’t do it like his father needs to earn it, he has been loved like that before - like he could be loved if only he was good enough - and he would not wish that on his worst enemy, much less the people he loves. Gabriel does not owe him anything, to earn Adrien’s love. If the only way to express it - their partnership - is through the avenues of work that Gabriel opens up to him, asks him to do, then that’s what Adrien will do. He considers them a team. 

Chat Noir, meanwhile, has a different partner - a teammate who will play the game with him in equal parts, who often overtakes him because she is just amazing and dynamic and beautiful, who soars past him on gilded wings and takes his breath away. And then she turns back to offer him her hand, to pull him onward, because she loves him, and it has never in her entire life ever been a problem for Ladybug that she did not feel loved, that she did not know how to show people that they were wanted. She has never even hesitated to smile for people - especially Chat - or to support him when he’s down. She has been wildly, miraculously, crazily kind to him, and been open about her emotions, and accessible, and responsive, and amazing, and his best friend (sorry Nino) he’s ever had, the best friend he’s ever been lucky enough to meet. And you know his luck! She takes his breath away not just because she is kind and gentle and soft, where everybody else in his life has always been hard, but because she is basically a genius and she knows it, and she’s ridiculously impressive, and Adrien Agreste, my friends, is 100% the sort of guy who is turned on by girls who can kick his butt, that is the sort of thing he loves, not least because they don’t need him to be doing anything - they don’t need him in the charity event, they don’t need him to be on call, they don’t need him - but they want him. Ladybug wants him. And if she does need him, it’s only in equal parts to how often and how badly he needs her. She is so.... Anyway. Let’s not go on a long rant about what he loves about Ladybug, I do need to finish this response conceivably within the next several years. The key difference between Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste is that the people who they tie themselves into the world with either love him or they don’t, and Adrien feels like he must be doing something wrong (not being able to reach his father properly - he thinks he just hasn’t found the right path - he thinks they are a team and it is his job to reach him, and he hasn’t done it, yet, and it make him a bad teammate), though he is very quiet about his confusion, and he does what he is asked to do because he has very little alternative. Ladybug’s team... being on Ladybug’s team comes as easily as breathing. It makes him happy. It teaches him everything he needs to be taught about the world, about how love works, about what it is like when you are just - well - happy, and you don’t care if anybody is watching. That same thing can be said, increasingly, more and more often, of Adrien’s time he spends with his friends - Marinette and Kagami and Nino and Alya and Max and everybody - and in fact we have seen the influence of people who really love him leaking into his behaviour, as he is slowly departing from doing every single thing his father ever asks from him, as he sneaks off to London (from which he was, I remind you, once banned, even though he could have gone to his uncle’s funeral) with nary a glance behind him, with this breathy little exhilaration which is only cemented by his friends’ acceptance and excitement rather than disgust and disappointment. He hosts his party. He finds ways to live when he still can, he finds ways to breathe these stolen gasps of air when he’s got the time to do it, and it just would not have occurred to him to even try, before this series started. Before he met someone (in this case, Plagg) who offered him an out. 

There’s a lot to write about Chloe here as well, but I am already several paragraphs deep into this. Chloe’s role as his only friend is important and he really does like her a lot, she is one of his closest and is literally his oldest friend, and there’s a lot to be said for how he defends her and tries for her and believes in her. They are genuinely, really friends. But we’re not getting into it. 

As Adrien prioritises his partnership - his team - with Ladybug more and more, he is growing to learn what a real team looks like. Chat is loose and easy and relaxed and he relishes that, and he loves being with her more than he loves anything else in the entire world, because he has her back and he really believes she has his, and the whole rest of the world really doesn’t matter. I’ve written about this before - he has long-held beliefs about the world, absolute truths that he feels he can dig and dig and dig and dig and he will never come out the other side, they’re just true. They’re just true. 

But it costs Adrien something, to believe that he is a team with his father, and it does not cost him anything to believe the same of his best friend. Still, he will not ever let one of his absolute truths go easily (which is why he struggles with Kagami so much - one of his truths is that he is in love with Ladybug; and why he struggles with Chat Blanc, letting his father go, even though he knew that’s what he had to do), and that is why ... he is a sad boy. It is because he is fighting to find out where the truth is. He knows it has to be there somewhere. He knows it has to be buried somewhere under these swathes of work and isolation and barely-acceptable-son-but-thanks-for-trying behaviour. He just isn’t looking hard enough, there is want, somewhere under there. Gabriel wants him, somewhere there. It does not help that Gabriel throws out occasionally flashes of love, a hug here, concern for him there, a conversation once a month. It doesn’t help that he is being strung along. 

(As a spoiler, Adrien is wasting his time.) 

Anyway, the differences between Adrien and Chat are really just how much of Adrien is actually welcome, at any one time. Adrien mostly just works for his father, has always mostly just done work, he has a packed schedule - and nobody cares who Adrien is, they care what the young Monsieur Agreste can do for them. Chat is always welcome. Chat is always wanted. Chat always feels wanted, and she finds new ways to make him feel it almost every time he sees her. He craves that, and flourishes in it. I guess that’s the main difference. 

[confetti-bones]

Save me

Jungkook X Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Kidnapping

 It was another normal day for you in the coffee shop that you worked at. Customers came and went ordering different drinks and different pastries leaving the occasional tip.

     Most days were like this for you. You would go to your college classes then you'd show up to work for a few hours; making eight dollars an hour. In all honesty with how some customers acted you would think that you'd earn more than that but no. 

    One of the annoying customers that you have goes by the name Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook is a regular at the shop. He usually orders some sort of drink and a banana muffin. 

       Jungkook at first came to the shop every once in a while to order drinks like a normal person; but as soon as you started working there he was at the shop everyday trying to get your phone number and a date, only to get rejected every time. You just weren't interested and he just couldn't understand that for some reason; like he's attractive and everything, but your just not looking to date right now with how busy you are. Besides it's not like Jungkook was any better schedule wise, in fact he was probably twice as busy as you are! You see Jungkook doesn't have a normal job like everybody else. Infact Jungkook isn't like everybody else. Jungkook is a hero. A superhero. 

    In this world heros and villians exist. Some people were born with powers and others were not; and Jeon Jungkook just so happened to be born with them. And like most people with powers, he decided to use them. 

     Jungkook was gifted with the powers of super strength, super speed and flight. He was one of the more popular and powerful heroes out there and he was proud of it. 

      After saving some women from a burning building, the man got lots of praise and it all ended up going to his head and inflating his ego. 

    So everytime you, a barista at a coffee shop says no when he asks you out on a date he can't seem to wrap his head around it.

     "Why no? Come on Y/n just one date." Jungkook begs. You instantly shake your head. 

    "Jungkook no, I don't want to go on a date with you" 

    "Why not?" Jungkook whines. You sighed in annoyance and look to see a line starting from behind the man. 

     "If your just gonna stand there and whine you should just leave. People are waiting to have their orders taken and your in the way." You state. Jungkook pouts at you and steps to the side so the next person in line could have their order taken.

      Once you were done taking their order you turn to Jungkook and raise an eyebrow at him.

    "Don't you have a kitten to be saving from some tree somewhere? What are you even doing still standing there. Your intimidating my customers it's bad for business." You say. Jungkook instantly makes an offended face at this, but before he could respond a little boy walks up to him with a notebook in hand and asks him for his autograph. Jungkook instantly agrees and signs the boys notebook before turning and smirking at you.

     "Bad for business huh?" You only sigh in response and start to take other customers orders; ignoring the man and praying that work will end soon.

…………………………………..

   Eventually work was over and it was time for you to go home. 

     As soon as you stepped out the back entrance into the Ally way you noticed Jungkook leaned against the wall. 

     "Are you really about to ask me out in an ally?" You ask while taking a few steps towards where he was standing. Jungkook nods and smiles at you before saying,

    "Would you go out on a date with me?" You shake your head and sigh.

    "Sorry but my answers the same. No." You respond. 

    "Can I at least get your phone number? Please Y/n, I won't even bother you or anything; I just want to have it in case if your in trouble or something" Jungkook says. You sigh and walk up to Jungkook pulling out your phone. I wouldn't mind having his number I guess, but only for emergency reasons. 

    The two of you exchange phone number and Jungkook gives you a happy bunny smile before your finally able to go home.

…………………………….

    The next few days after that are completely uneventful. You go to work and to school. You do homework you eat sleep and do all the things normal people need to do to live. The only thing odd that happens is that you feel watched.

   You sigh as you step out of the shop and start to head home. It was dark and slightly rainy out. Today you had to close up shop by yourself. Your coworker Yoongi had to leave early for whatever reason leaving you alone. 

      As you walked you couldn't help but feel like you were being followed. You instantly speed up and take a quick glance around. There was nobody in sight. Just because you don't see anybody didn't mean that their not there, I should speed up and try to get home. You then walk slightly faster and you can't help but still feel a gaze on you so you pull out your phone and bring up Jungkook's contact as you walk. I wouldn't call him ever, but this is just doesn't feel right. 

      You take one more glance around and you hear someone snickering quietly to their self. That sounds like it's coming from above. You then look up to see none other than Jungkook floating above you. 

    "Jungkook what the fuck!" You exclaim. Jungkook then lands on his feet in front of you.

    "I was just trying to scare you a little. Were you gonna call me? That's so cute." Jungkook says

   "Ugh you're such a dick, do you see why I don't want to go out with you now." You say angrily. You couldn't help but feel mad, Jungkook scared the shit out of you. 

     "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was also trying to make sure you got home safely. A lady as beautiful as you should not be walking around this late at night you know."

    "Yeah so creeps like you can't follow me. You should just go away." You say. Jungkook smiles and asks,

    "Are you sure? I really don't want you to get hurt or anything….. I could just pick you up and fly you home you know." You shake your head. 

     "That sounds like a terrible idea. Just go home Jungkook I'll be fine." You say. Jungkook nods his head and bids you farewell before flying off to god knows where.

     You then started to make your way home again. But as you walked you still felt like someone was watching you. But then again did that feeling ever go away? 

     You quickly start to walk again and glance around before you feel someone grab you from behind. You instantly try to fight off the person.

    "Help! Somebody help!" You yell. The person then puts their hand over your mouth and whispers in your ear,

    "Sorry but nobody can help you" they then put a cloth over your mouth and you refuse to breath in for a few seconds and try one last attempt at getting out of your kidnappers grasp. It sadly doesn't work and you end up breathing into the cloth and passing out.  

……………………………

     Eventually you wake up only to find yourself in a dark room. The room was completely empty, the only thing in it was you and the chair you were tied up to. Why did this happen to me? I just wanted to go home. Then a man walks in. The man had a very handsome face. One of his eyes were monolid and he had a mole on his nose. 

    "Who are you? Where am I?" You ask. The man gives you a boxy grin and responds,

     "My name is V and I kidnapped you" you take a shaky breath of air feeling like your about to cry.

     "Why? What do you want from me?" V stays quiet for a few seconds and paces around the room.

     "I couldn't help but notice that you were in a relationship with the hero Jungkook. So I decided to kidnap you" V says.

    "What are you going to do to me? Can't you just let me go? I don't have a relationship with Jungkook at all" you say feeling panicked. V gives you another smile and shrugs his shoulders.

     "I honestly don't even know what I'm gonna do with you. I didn't think I'd get this far."

     "What!" You say surprised. V just shrugs again.

   "I didn't think I'd actually be able to kidnap you. This is as much of a surprise for me as it is you. I'm probably just gonna demand for money or something. I just wanted to give him a scare. He beat me in an overwatch match and I needed to get back at him."

     "So you kidnapped me! What the fuck is wrong with you!" V just smiles at you and grabs your phone. 

    "Well anyway I'm gonna call Jungkook and put you on the phone. Your gonna demand for help and then I'm gonna tell Jungkook what I want." You slowly nod your head, and V bring up Jungkook's contact. 

    Once V presses call he holds the phone up to your ear. The phone rings for a few seconds before Jungkook finally answers.

     "Hello Y/N? Why are you calling me?" Jungkook asks. Jungkook's voice is groggy as if he had just woken up.

     "Jungkook I've been kidnapped. This is your fault so you better come and save me" you say. V then takes the phone from your ear and starts to speak to Jungkook.

     "Jungkook it's me the great villain V and I have kidnapped your girlfriend-"

    "I'm not his girlfriend" you interrupt. V looks at you and sighs before speaking again,

     "I have kidnapped your girlfriend. And I'll let her go if you pay me ummm, like I don't know five hundred dollars or something" V says while glancing over at you with a confused facial expression. You give him a look that says 'seriously?' and he flashes you a smile that says 'i guess' then you hear Jungkook yell through the phone about how he was gonna save you and that you shouldn't be scared. But at this point you weren't scared. This V guy obviously doesn't know what he's doing and he honestly couldn't even hurt a fly if he tried.

     "So while we wait for Jungkook do you wanna play overwatch? I'll untie you" V offers. You nod your head in agreement. I don't really wanna play but as long as long as these ropes come off I guess I wouldn't mind. So V gets to work on untying you. 

…………………………….

   After what felt like a good twenty minutes of getting your butt kicked at overwatch, Jungkook was finally here to save you. 

     Jungkook kicked the door open so hard that it flew off its hinges and barged into the house only to see you on an intense match of overwatch.

     "Oh hey Jungkook, finally here to save me?" You ask without taking your eyes off the screen. V gives Jungkook a small wave and concentrates on the game in front of him.

     "Did you bring the five hundred dollars?" 

"No, why would I bring five hundred dollars when I could just save Y/N for free?" Jungkook says before walking over to you and grabbing your arm. He then pulls you out of Vs evil lair or whatever it is and walks you out. 

    "Well that was easy." Jungkook says as he starts to walk you home.

   The two of you eventually get to your house and stand in front of the door.

    "You know, even though V wasn't a real villain I believe this is the part where the hero gets a kiss from the girl" Jungkook says. You sigh and walk up to him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek,

     "My hero"

[panda-noosh]

Secret Santa {Matt x Reader}

Words: 4.3k 

Summary: In which Matt is your Secret Santa, and he has the perfect idea for a gift. 

Genre: fluff 

Notes: masterlist 

+++

   Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

   “Let me see that.”

    Before Matt could reply, Pidge had snatched the sheet of paper from his hand and was already reading the contents - the contents which had made Matt’s stomach flip upside down with nerves.

   It wasn’t a big deal. He knew it wasn’t a big deal, because this was something that everybody was doing. Secret Santa was a store tradition, and Matt had participated in it every single year since he had signed on with the clothes shop he currently worked at.

    But god, how was he meant to buy something for you?

    Just the thought had his head reeling with stress. Once upon a time, he was the best at Secret Santa. Anybody was lucky to have him, as he truly did go all out to buy things that the person would like. 

    But now, looking over Pidge’s shoulder, rereading your name which was lazily scrawled on the piece of paper, Matt’s mind went completely blank. There was a level of pressure buying for the person you’ve been head over heels for for nearly three years.

    “Surely you’re not freaking out over this,” Pidge said suddenly.

     Matt’s eyes snapped up, startled. “What do you mean? Of course I am.”

   Pidge scoffed, shoving the piece of paper back into Matt’s hand before leaning casually back in her seat. “You’re being ridiculous. You and Y/N have been best friends for ages now - you should know what they like.”

    Matt blanked. That was a mighty fine point, and one he hadn’t thought about. Because of course he knew what you liked - you liked music, liked reading books on your break, liked Gummy Bears and white jelly beans. You liked having bath bombs every now and then, a face mask every once in a while to relax with.

    And yet going through your list of hobbies and interests was not helping Matt in the slightest.

    “I can’t just get them something boring,” he grumbled, sitting down on the chair beside Pidge. She creaked a single eye open and regarded him. He could feel the judgement coming off of her - she knew of his crush, knew of his feelings towards you because how on earth was he meant to hide them from the one person who could read him like a book? It wasn’t possible.

    “You’re not gonna get them an engagement ring or anything like that, are you?” she asked.

    Matt flushed. “No. But I want to get them something special.”

   “You’ve never thought this hard about a Secret Santa gift before.”

    “You wanna guess why?”

   Pidge frowned, but placed a small and gentle hand on his arm anyway; she understood. He knew she did. She had seen him fluster over you for years now, seen him fall deeper into the trap that had been set from the moment he first stepped through those doors with his CV and his National Security number in his hand. 

    He would think about it for a little while longer. Perhaps a good nights rest would bring him a good idea - at this point, he could only hope.

+++

    He inhaled sharply - you were working today?

    He tried to recall the rota that had been hung upon the wall the previous week - his name had certainly been on it too many times for him to count, but he had only seen your name sprawled upon the sheet a few times throughout the week. Long shifts, but less days. That was how your schedule was going.

   And yet here you were, on this frosty Monday morning with your hair tangled in a set of Christmas lights, balancing on the top rung of a ladder as you tried to remove them from your ponytail.

    “Oh my god,” you groaned in frustration, snapping Matt out of the stupor he had fallen into upon sight of you. “Can somebody help me?”

    Matt was immediately bolting upright, straightening up his Christmas jumper and rushing towards you. “Here, here. You shouldn’t be up there like that.”

   You looked down, clearly startled that somebody had genuinely heard you - it was still a few hours before opening, meaning nobody else was actually present. You had clearly requested help without actually meaning to acquire said help.

    Nonetheless, Matt was by your side in an instant, placing a gentle hand on your hip and guiding you down the ladder with as much care and ease as he could with how his hands were trembling. They flinched away from your hip bone as if somehow touching you there was taboo.

     “Oh, Matt,” you said once you were finally back on the floor. “I didn’t know you were in today.”

    “I didn’t know you were in today,” he replied, before nodding to the mess of Christmas lights still tangled in your hair. “Uh... What were you doing, exactly?”

    You flushed, reaching up and tugging at the tangle. “The boss asked me to hang some more Christmas lights up above the bookshelves. I thought I’d get it done early, but apparently it’s not a one person job.” You smiled sheepishly, finally managing to pull the lights from your hair. “I must look like a right idiot.”

    “No!” The word shot from Matt’s mouth before he could think better of it. He flushed immediately, looking away from you before he could be subjected to the startled expression that overtook your features. 

    He coughed awkwardly and shook his head, trying to soften his own insistence. “No. No, you didn’t. I can do the lights if you want?”

    You raised a brow. “Are you sure? You have to open the shop today, right? I don’t want this cutting into your break time or anything.”

    Matt shook his head dismissively, already grabbing the string of lights from your hands. You watched him - he knew you were. He could feel your gaze burning holes into the back of his head as he climbed up the ladder and started hastily pinning the Christmas lights to the bookshelves. 

    The silence was crushing. It wasn’t awkward, considering he had something to do. It wasn’t like the two of you were just standing before one another, doing nothing, saying nothing - you were craning your neck to and fro, trying to get a good look at what Matt was doing.

    Nonetheless, the silence was suffocating him, and he had to speak before his face got any redder.

    “So, are you doing anything nice for the holidays this year?” he asked. It was a stupid question, clearly meant as a conversation-starter, but it was the only thing he could think of right now.

    You sighed. “Not really. Spending the day with my family, working for most of the days leading up to it.” You shrugged as if to say ah well, before your face lit up. You were suddenly smiling, tapping your fingers against the ladder in excitement.

   “What?” Matt asked, unable to hide his chuckle.

    “I was just thinking about that Christmas market that’s coming here in a few days. I’d love to go to that. Have you heard about it?”

    Matt had, considering his father was the one who was organising it. He didn’t say that, though, but instead pursed his lips and feigned ignorance. “No. Does it sound good?”

   “It sounds brilliant,” you gushed, still grinning. “I saw some pictures of it online and it looks absolutely beautiful.” Suddenly, your grin was fading, returning to that tired frown you had been wearing before. “I think I’m working everyday it’s on, though, so I shouldn’t really be getting my hopes up.”

    Matt frowned, very nearly tipping over on the ladder with how quick his eyes shot down to gouge your expression; as soon as he saw you, he wanted to look away, because you didn’t look happy. You had pursed your lips and was looking idly around the shop, one hand still holding the ladder, knuckles white with your grip. It made Matt’s stomach curl. You were the type of person who should never be frowning, should never look upset. 

    Matt looked back up at the work he was doing, mind running at a thousand miles per hour. He could scarcely help it - was this his opening? If he could pull this off...

    “There’s always next year,” he said softly, biting his lower lip to stop his grin from showing.

+++

     “You’re really asking me this during the busiest month of the year?”

    Matt resisted the urge to clap his hands together and beg. Instead, he ran his hands through his brown hair and looked over at Coran with eyes that did the begging for him; he needed this. It was perfect.

    “Please, Coran. I promise I’ll work extra time in January, but Y/N and I need this day off. Just one day!”

    Coran sighed, leaning back in his chair with that air of authority he always seemed to hold. He spoke a great deal of nonsense, but anybody with two eyes could see that he knew exactly what he was doing at all times - he was a decent businessman, meaning Matt could twist his arm if he tried hard enough. People like Coran thrived off of deals.

    “What if I can’t find anyone else to cover you both?” he asked.

    “My sister has already agreed to come in and cover my shift,” Matt replied. “And I’m sure I can get Shiro in to cover Y/N’s. You won’t be short staffed - I promise.”

    “Those were supposed to be your shifts.”

   “I know that, Coran, but Y/N and I have been in work almost every day for the past two weeks. Do you not think we deserve this break?”

    Coran pursed his lips. Matt hadn’t meant to use the deserve a break card, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

    “You have both been working hard,” he mumbled, sparking hope in Matt’s chest. “And this is for your Secret Santa gift?”

   “Mhm.” Matt fumbled in his pockets, tugging out the tickets for the Christmas market. He had gotten them from his dad for a discounted price - there was no way in hell he could let his plans fall through now. “Look, this is proof. I’ve even got the tickets already.”

   “And how do I know you’re not just gonna spend the day doing inappropriate things behind my back?”

    Matt spluttered, cheeks flushing red. “Excuse me?”

    “Are you and Y/N not together?”

   “No! We’re just - We’re just friends!” Matt shook his head hastily, desperately wanting to skip to the next subject matter before Coran could do what Coran did best and make the situation even more uncomfortable. “What do you say then, huh? Just this one day off, I’ll work overtime, and I won’t be leaving you short staffed. It literally does not affect you in any way, shape or form.”

    Coran looked up at him. Matt knew he must have looked like a desperate child right now, but that’s what he was - desperate. 

    Finally, his boss sighed and shrugged. “I guess I can give you both the day off. But only because it’s the holidays!”

    Matt was already on his feet, grinning from ear to ear, the tickets pressed tight to his chest. “Ah, yes! Thank you so much! I promise, I won’t let you down!” He span on his heel, stumbled over his chair on his way to the door. “You’re the best, man! The best!”

    Coran mumbled something along the lines of “The things I do...,” but Matt could barely hear him over the roar of his own heartbeat, pure bliss taking over his being as he stampeded out of the room and began planning for his special Secret Santa present.

+++

     Quickly, Matt straightened up his Christmas jumper. It was now or never. Sure, he had been up since 6am, working nonstop and dealing with stressed out customers, and sure, asking you out on a date wearing an ugly Christmas jumper was not going to leave the impression he wanted, but he had no other choice. The market was coming to town tomorrow, and god only knew the next time Matt would get a day off.

    So, he took what he could get, and made the most out of it.

   Running his fingers through his hair, he made his way towards you. You had only been in work for an hour, rebuilding an old Christmas LEGO display that a kid had come and knocked over the previous day. You were still at it, sitting on the floor in the corner of the shop with the instructions laid out beside you and a concentrated look on your face. Your tongue peaked out from between your lips, and it took everything in Matt not to chuckle at the adorable sight.

    He approached behind you, kept his hands behind his back, gripping the tickets tightly. And then, using all of the courage he could muster, he pulled his hands out and waved the tickets in front of your face, startling you out of your daze.

    It took a moment for you to realise what he was actually waving in front of you. Your eyes darted over the papers hastily, narrowed, before your brows shot up in realisation and you were suddenly spinning around and throwing yourself into Matt’s arms with a ferocity he had definitely not been expecting.

    He grunted, stumbling back. He just barely managed to catch himself on the table behind him, one hand wrapping around your waist whilst the other shot out to stop himself from falling over. Nonetheless, he was delighted with your response, and was too much in his own head to pull away.

    You nuzzled your nose into his neck. He could just about hear your squeals of excitement, muffled by the flesh of his neck, but it was enough to have his own face lighting up in delight at the fact that he had been correct - you did like what he had given to you.

    “Matt!” you groaned, tugging away from him. You kept your arms wound around his shoulders, looked him in the eyes in a way that made his knees go wobbly beneath him. “You really didn’t have to do that for me. Are you serious?”

    Matt grinned. “Of course I am. Merry Christmas, from your Secret Santa.”

    You gasped, eyes shooting up. “You’re not supposed to tell me you’re my Secret Santa! That’s the whole point.”

    He shrugged loosely, too excited to care about his little slip-up. “Oh well. The secrets out now. So, what do you say? Are you willing to accompany me to the Christmas market tomorrow?”

    “Are we both not working?”

    He grinned even brighter. You caught the flicker of his expression, and it was clear that he didn’t even need to respond for you to understand that he had got you both the day off. Your face softened in gratitude, before you were slowly shaking your head and tugging Matt back into a hug, quietly thanking him with your embrace.

+++

   You were right when you had claimed that the market was going to be beautiful, because that was exactly what it was.

    From the moment the two of you stepped through the Grotto-themed front gates, the air shifted. It was something magical, the kind of mood that anyone would associate with Christmas immediately being thrown upon his very being. It was a direct contrast to the grouchy form he had been in these past few weeks - with work, and his stress of his Secret Santa, he hadn’t really been given the time to cherish the holiday season. He drove past Christmas decorations without a glance in their direction, grumbled to himself at the thought of buying gifts for anyone. 

    But stepping foot inside of the market with you by his side had somehow revived the festive cheer he was so used to feeling around this time of year. It brought him back a piece of his childhood, and he couldn’t help but smile at the feel of it.

     You beside him only made the day ten times better. You both walked around, talking about everything and anything because you could, because the freedom of being away from work and hasty customers allowed you to finally walk around and just get to know each other in the way Matt had craved for months now. 

    You were bundled up in an oversized, waterproof coat, your scarf peeking out of the top of it and covering the lower half of your face. Matt wore similar attire, only he kept his scarf pulled down and hanging loosely from his neck. You had already commented multiple times that he looked like a drama student, and he had already teased you about how you looked like you had just come fresh from the North Pole.

    “Look at me; always on theme,” you had replied, before the two of you had chuckled and continued walking.

    The stalls were gorgeous. Christmas lights twinkled, only becoming prettier as the sun set and they were forced to pop out at you a little bit more. Little Christmas nic-nacs were set up; snowmen teddy bears, gingerbread men treats, snow globes that depicted the North Pole. Matt wanted desperately to buy you one, but his anxiety got the better of him - would his feelings become too obvious if he were to buy you something right now?

     You didn’t seem to mind. You were too busy gawking at the nearby pastry stand, a fresh batch of Christmas muffins having just been set up on the counter. You had gasped, darted off towards them before Matt could even fully comprehend you were no longer by his side.   

    “Y/N?” he called, startled. He followed after you, muttering apologies to the people he was forced to push past in his haste to catch up. “Where are you going?”

    “Look at these!” you exclaimed, snatching Matt’s hand and tugging him into your side. He couldn’t ignore the way you snuggled into his arm, pointing at the fresh pastries before you like an excited child. “Oh, should we try one? How much are they?”

    “Fifty pence each, my dear,” the kind old man dressed as an elf replied in passing.

    Matt was immediately tugging a pound coin out of his pocket, tightening his hold on your arm to stop you from doing the same. You frowned, glancing up at him with furrowed brows. He simply smiled before he placed the pound coin on the counter and ordered two of the fresh muffins.

    The old man handed you both the treats and sent you on your way with a jolly “Merry Christmas!” that you responded to by grinning from ear to ear and yelling the phrase back to him, causing Matt to chuckle as you both walked away.

    “You didn’t need to do that, you know,” you said once the two of you were a little further away and the excitement of fresh pastries had died down. “I need to buy you something now. That’s the only way this is going to be fair.”

    “I don’t want you to buy me anything. I’m your Secret Santa, and this is my treat.”

    “You’ve already spent so much on the tickets,” you protested. “Look, just let me buy you a gingerbread man or something. Or we can get our faces painted! I can pay for that-”

    “You’re not paying for anything.” Matt looked down at you, noticed the small dot of frosting on your lips. It took all of his strength, but the confidence that came with you hugging his arm was enough to have him reaching out and gently brushing his thumb against your lower lip.

    You flushed, crossing your eyes in an attempt to see what he had done. He scoffed, shook his head and looked forwards, trying desperately not to let the flutter of his heart get in the way of the confident aura he had just been showing.

    You sighed like a five year old having a huff, shoulders slouching. “Fine then. But I’m gonna get you a super good Christmas present - something big.”

    Matt raised a brow. “You’re getting me a Christmas present?”

    “I feel like I kind of have to now.”

    “It was Secret Santa, Y/N. You don’t have to get me anything.”

    You raised a brow and glanced over at him. “Why are you being so generous right now? Nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity of a free Christmas gift.”

    “Is that not what you were just doing by insisting on paying?”

    “My present was the tickets.”

   “Your present was the experience, meaning I should pay for-”

   “Okay, okay, let’s not argue over who pays for what,” you said, quickly dismissing the topic. Matt grinned and nodded. “Should we stop and get a picture somewhere? I’d like to remember this.”

    Matt flushed, having not expected the request at first. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to remember this memory, but the idea of you actually considering the same thing had not been something he had thought of.

    Still, he nodded and tried to keep his cool. You grinned from ear to ear, wound your arm through his again and started trailing him towards the small, multicoloured-lit fields that were behind the main stalls. There were multiple backdrops set up for public use, and you dragged him towards one of the empty ones.

    It didn’t look like much, simply two pieces of wood set up in an arch with a backdrop of a fire set up in the background. It was peaceful looking, lit up only by the fairy lights draped over the arch.

    The two of you politely asked a passing person to take the picture and quickly got into position; Matt’s heart was beating at a thousand miles per hour, but he somehow managed to wrap an arm around your waist without his hand trembling. That would be embarrassing, and he had sworn to himself this morning that he would not make today awkward by letting his feelings get in the way. It simply could not happen.

    You wrapped both arms around his middle, grinning from ear to ear. Matt was fairly certain that you would be able to hear his heartbeat hammering in his chest if you were to lean towards him any more.

    “Alright, three...two...” The man taking the photo abruptly stopped counting, his eyes flicking up in surprise. Matt narrowed his own eyes, following the mans gaze to the space above his head.

    “Of course,” he mumbled to himself.

    Because of course this had to happen - stupid Christmas traditions that just had to put him in the most awkward situation.

    “Looks like you two have to kiss,” the man chuckled. “That’ll be a nice picture for the in-laws, eh?”

    Matt flushed, glancing up at the mistletoe which had suddenly appeared above his head. “Actually, uh, we’re not-”

    Before Matt could finish his sentence, however, your hand suddenly came up, cupped his jaw and tilted his head down. You stood up on tippy toes, and then your lips were on his and he wasn’t entire sure what to do or how he melted into the sensation so quick, but it was happening - in fact, it felt like his entire body was melting.

    It was almost a natural reflex for him, though he wasn’t sure why. His lips moulded into yours as if this wasn’t the first time he had kissed you. His hand wrapped around your waist a little tighter, pulling you closer until your knees were clashing together and Matt could smell the faint scent of candy cane coming from the fabric of your scarf. 

    He had only kissed a handful of people in his time, but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced. And he knew it was cheesy, knew he was probably just basking in the delight that was being kissed by the one person you wanted kissing you, but that’s truly what it felt like - like this was how it was supposed to be. There was no rising panic in his stomach, no sudden reflex to pull away and ask if he had done a good job. He just held you close to his body until the photographer chuckled and was approaching him with his phone held out.

    “I got a good few pictures on there for you,” the man said, bowing his head kindly. “You kids have fun now, okay?”

    Matt nodded dumbly, your hand still resting on his cheek, your eyes still burning into the side of his head. Once the man had walked away, he looked down and met your gaze, swallowing thickly. Your eyes were blown, lips that had already been swollen from the cold looking even more plump, even more inviting. He wanted to swoop in and kiss you again, but looking at you now was so much more rewarding than any kiss would or ever could be.

   You nodded slowly, though Matt wasn’t sure why. He simply nodded along with you, tightening his hold on your waist and refraining from grinning - would his goofy grin ruin the moment?

    Suddenly, you chuckled, shook your head and kissed him again. It startled him, but he kissed back immediately. When you pulled away, his lips chased your own, wanting more but not quite being allowed.

    Your hand slid from his face, down his chest before you shyly looked away. Beneath the Christmas lights, he could see the way your eyes awkwardly shifted to the left, the way you scraped your foot in the dirt. He reached out and gently folded his fingers in your own, a silent comfort that what you had just done was not something you should be regretting.

    You looked up at him, smiled warily and said, “Merry Christmas, Matt.”

    And with a burst of confidence, Matt leaned down, pecked your lips and said, “That’s one of best presents I think I’ve ever received.” 

[hana1379]

The Lesser Evil

Summary: A demon wanting nothing more than feed on human souls meets a human girl in who's he falls in love (I suck at summaries, I know)

Pairing: AU!Demon Bucky x Human Reader

Warnings: Long ass fic, kinda angsty, language, smutty and smut (please if  you are an underage turn around and leave)

Words: 12k (I warned it is a long fic and I wanted to divide it but yolo)

Notes: It's my first request and I know I'm hopeless and it took me forever to write it but I hope you'll like it @just-antiyou and I'm sorry if it sucks! If you spot any mistakes, please blame my lack of education or Grammarly

@lovely-geek @british-men (cause you wanted to be tag in everything. I think)

CHAPTER ONE

How you were on your way with your friend to this dubious club you had no idea. Oh, yeah right, your friend dragged you. No, Wanda begged you to go with her and finally you gave in when she mentioned something like ‘I'll wash the dishes for at least a week’. How could somebody say no to the offer like that? She wanted to go to the club for "supernatural" because she was a witch and she ‘had enough of boring human stuff’. Thank you. That's how you- a human was on your way to that club were only reckless or really desperate humans went to. You still had doubts but when you saw how happy she was you knew you did the right thing, she was your friend after all and going to the clubs with her should be in your schedule.

"It's going to be fun! You'll see" she walked with you arm to arm through the back alley leading you to the club

"Promise you won't leave me alone so you can dance with some douchebag" you stopped to look at her and she placed her hand on her heart with a serious face

"I promise I won't. Scout's honor" she laughed and took your hand in hers heading to the entrance "But if by some miracle you will be left alone and somebody will try to accost you just say 'Begone thot' that usually works in my case" you looked at her with disbelieve

"I'm not gonna say that to anybody! That's ridiculous, they would start laughing instead of walking away. I'm not gonna embarrass myself" you stopped to stand in a line leading to the entrance

"Shh!" she placed her index finger on her mouth shushing you "Shut up and don't draw attention to us "she looked over at the bouncer "Y/N look! He's a werewolf!" she said pointing at the guy "Really?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah! And behind us are two vampires" she pointed with her thumb at the tall and slender couple who stood no more than two meters from you and you were sure by the look on their face's that they've heard her.

"Jesus Wanda!" you scolded your friend and turned to the pale couple "I'm sorry for my friend, she's a little, you know. She's weird" they said nothing and you turned back to her "Are you trying to kill us?" you whispered to her and you weren't sure she even heard you, she was standing buckling her knees rapidly looking like she was slightly jumping, beaming at nothing in particular

"Wanda? Are you high?" you said and she turned her gaze to look at you "I may or may not drank grandma's tisane"

"That's it! We're going home!" you almost screamed and she looked at you with puppy eyes

"No please Y/N, we're so close. Look! We're next!" you looked up to be greeted with bulky chest and sharpened teeth of a werewolf

"You girls are coming in or not? Cause I don't have all night" he asked grinning at you

"Y-Yeah we're coming in" he stepped aside for you to enter the club "Wait! You are not gonna check our ID's?" you asked and he leaned to whisper in your ear

"I don't think such a lovely human like you would lie to me" he said with a smirk and you felt a wave of nausea boiling in your stomach. You didn't know how to respond on such a remark. Being human surrounded by "not-humans" was at least dangerous, everyone wanted to kill you or eat you, drink your blood or have sex with you and thank God you had Wanda with you as she took your hand and surged forward into the club

"Yay! I'm first at the bar!"

And she was but as soon as she was there ordering a drink a tall man approached her and they started talking. 'Great. Scout's honor my ass' you muttered to yourself and took in your surroundings.

The club was dim with purple neon as an only sauce of light. To your right was a round bar, you saw several people sitting on the stools drinking. It wasn't as occupied as booths with white couches further on your right. People sitting in booths were mostly making out or snorting something probably cocaine and you could've sworn you saw in the far corner a couple were well, he was probably bitten by a snake and she was sucking out the poison. The dance floor was on your left in another room but you didn't feel like being grabbed by somebody during the dance.

You turned to the bar and you couldn't get the feeling of being watched out of your head. 'Begone thot. Begone thot' you murmured under your breath heading over to the bar. You sat on the stool and ordered a beer. Next to you, Wanda was flirting with that guy giggling like a school girl. Rolling your eyes at her you turned around to face the bar and something slid on the surface and stopped in front of you. You frowned, it was a shot glass with crystal liquid in it, you looked in the direction where it came from and you saw a man with dark hair and jawline for days. He was dressed in a gray shirt and black leather jacket. In front of him, he had several same shot glasses filled with a crystal liquid.

"It's vodka. It'll help get rid of your annoyance toward your friend" his voice was smooth and you shivered, you wouldn't mind hearing his voice lulling you to sleep. But you realized where were you, in some shabby club with supernatural creatures around you and there was a chance your shot didn't contain only a vodka.

"That's really nice but thank you I don't want to mix beer and vodka, it usually ends badly" you smiled at him and he shrugged

"Suit yourself" he reached for the shot and gulped it down wincing at the taste "God, I missed that" he said reaching for another shot and gulped it down immediately

"Hard day?" you asked sipping your beer through the straw, he turned to you and his gaze locked on your lips, he scoffed and turned taking another shot in his hand smiling to himself

"Yes, you can say that" again he gulped it down and placed the empty glass on the bar "What's your name?" he asked turning once more to look at you. You introduced yourself and he smiled "That's a pretty name" his eyes were blue, you could see it now.

"Thanks, I guess?" you hated how much you blushed around him, you cleared your throat to say "Well I would compliment yours if I would know it" you smirked and he was still smiling and you turned your gaze from him.

"Bucky" he said and when you looked at him he immediately looked at his legs like they were more interesting, he slightly blushed- you caught him staring or maybe it was the alcohol?

"Well you have strange name Bucky" you smiled at him and cursed yourself, great start, making fun of his name "I'm sorry"

"It's okay doll" he interrupted you "I know it's stupid" Bucky shrugged "Tell me now Y/N what are you doing in this shithole?" he laughed at your expression "Don't worry we play in the same team" he beamed at you

"Then what are you doing here? Not many humans come here" you felt the wave of relief washing through you. He was a human just like you, not some nut werewolf or freaky vampire

"I know the owner, besides I like it here although this place is a crap" he looked around and you smiled at him. He was something else.

An hour later you were sitting beside Bucky on one of those white couches in a booth. The music was louder than where the bar was placed and it gave Bucky the opportunity to sit really close to you so that he could better hear you. His arm was resting on the back of the couch gently tracing patterns on your shoulder with his fingers. You didn't mind it because although you knew him for an hour now you felt like you've known him much longer than a lifetime. You were talking briefly about everything and anything in particular when the subject turned from family to things scare you the most

"C'mon doll" Bucky encouraged bumping his knee on yours. You rolled your eyes

"What kind of question is that?" you chuckled and he smiled at you wider

"Normal" he shrugged "I dunno, I just wanna know everything about you" you smiled looking at the floor and tucked your hair behind your ear blushing. He bit his lip when you looked at him, there was no doubt you affected him but you were wondering how? You were a normal girl from the neighborhood and yet he was looking at you like you're the most beautiful woman in the world, like you were the only girl in the world.

"Well usual things like the dark when I'm alone in my flat after watching a horror movie" you said and he smiled at you nodding in understanding "Let's see.. 2000s fashion" Bucky snorted and you giggled "What? It was horrible"

"What else?" he asked and took a sip from his beer. And you wondered how on earth he could stand still after he drank a dozen or so shots of vodka and now he was drinking his second beer. That was... unusual.

"Ghosts, spiders, demons..." his gaze drifted from his beer placed on the table to you and his brow frowned

"Why demons?" he asked but he wasn't smiling anymore, his eyes were fogged like he was thinking about something really hard while looking at you but as soon as you parted your lips to ask what's wrong he blinked and smiled at you, his eyes were now crystal clear.

"I dunno, they're rarely seen and you know all the stories about them killing people to bathe in their blood? That's creepy" his smile faded once again and you saw something in his eyes, something like sadness and regret

"You realize half of these stories are pure bullshit?" he asked and continued talking when he saw a quizzical look on your face, looking around like he was searching something or maybe he was searching words "The owner of the club is a demon and I've told you I know him. Demons don't take baths in a blood"

"But they feed on souls don't they?"

"Yes they do but only after person let them" he took his bottom lip between his teeth, you wanted to know more but he blurted out

"Can I kiss you Y/N?" it took you by surprise, he was biting his lip nervously you were sure he would draw blood and you smiled softly at him, change of the subject was a good idea

"Yes, I suppose you can" he placed his hand on the back of your neck and leaned to you, you closed your eyes and Bucky's lips were barely brushing yours for some time before he pressed his plump lips to yours.

The kiss was tender and kinda shy but soon after you started to kiss him back Bucky deepened the kiss and slid his tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission to enter, you moaned and felt his tongue brushing yours. The kiss lasted for some time until the need for breath was too much to bear. Buck pulled away and looked at you smirking, your eyes were still closed.

"You are beautiful Y/N" you opened your eyes and he started stroking your cheek with his hand, you smiled at him and he leaned once more to kiss you.

CHAPTER TWO

You didn't know how it happened but from a kiss to making out you started to grind on Bucky's lap when he suggested to take it somewhere private. You texted Wanda that you're going home and she texted you back that she's not coming home tonight. Perfect.

Bucky pinned you to the wall and ground his clothed member to your core. You moaned fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. You both got rid of your jacket's the minute you entered your flat and now you weren't sure if you'll go to your bedroom or you'll let him fuck you in a hallway but you were sure you wanted more than one round so you came to your senses

"Bucky... My room..." he pulled away from you with a groan and you took his hand leading him to your room.

On your way there Bucky ripped your skirt from your body and when you were there you finally got rid of his shirt leaving him only in his trousers and God he was built, you could touch and kiss his toned body all day. You saw his left arm was covered in deep scars. From his wrist, up way to his shoulder, it looked like scars from the cut but it didn't look so bad. Bucky saw that you were looking at his arm.

"I had an accident a few years back. Long story, maybe I'll tell you someday. Now, where were we?"

He pulled your top from your body and smirked seeing your matching underwear

"You know you look like a snack right now?" he asked placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to his body

"Says who? Mr. Fucking Perfect" your hands reached back to unhook your bra and slid it from your figure. His eyes widened and his hand immediately went to caress your breasts kneading them. You moaned when his thumbs brushed your nipples, he let go of your tits and looked at you. His eyes were now darkened

"Lay on the bed Y/N" you shivered at his tone but you obeyed making sure to turn around from him and crawl your way to the head of the bed giving him the view of your butt and soaked panties. You leaned against the headboard and parted your legs, Bucky was watching you like a predator watching his prey. He climbed on the bed between your spread legs and kissed you in the way he didn't earlier, his tongue was exploring your mouth moaning like he was man starved for your kiss. You gasped for air when it all became too much and he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw

"Tell me you want this" he was kissing your neck heading to your clavicle while his hand sneaked it's way between you two and started rubbing on your core through the fabric of your panties

"God, Bucky I want you, I want this" you moaned and your eyes rolled back when his fingers flickered your clit, you felt him smile against your skin. He moved from your collarbone to your breasts all the way kissing your touch-starved body. Bucky licked your nipple while his hand was rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked slightly you moaned at the pleasure it brought. Your hand immediately went to his head and you ran your fingers through his hair. He slightly purred when you massaged his scalp.

"Tell me you need me" he said against your breast never stop sucking on it.

"Yes, yes I need you Bucky, I need you so much... please" although you weren't quite sure what you're begging him for he seemed to understand as he smirked and moved to your other breast repeating his actions. When he was done he moved lower and trailed wet kisses to your lower abdomen and suddenly he came back to claim your lips once more in a searing kiss. He pulled away and saw how flushed you were, how desperate for touch, for his touch. He hovered above you smirking

"You're mine Y/N" you didn't answer him instead you pulled him for a kiss and you felt him smile against your lips. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth he let go of you and again trailed kisses along your body and stopped at your pussy sliding your panties off your legs

"I'm yours. Fuck. Bucky I'm all yours"

"Good" he said and you opened your eyes, (when did you close them?) he was now eye level with your throbbing pussy and you saw his eyes were dark, not lust dark just dark when you heard him say "Cause I'm yours too" he leaned to kiss your outer lips, you felt something was off but then his tongue made contact with your clit and Oh!

CHAPTER THREE

You woke up when rays of sunshine hit your face. You frowned, they shouldn't be here until noon and you looked at your clock it was 12:30 it meant you've slept for at least eight hours but you could sleep some more. You wanted to get up but Bucky's hand held your back flush to his chest, his chin was placed above your head and you felt small against him. You tried to break free from his death grip but he only pressed you closer to his chest like you could be even closer to him, you could feel his heartbeat on your shoulder blade. You somehow pushed him back and you got up to put your pants and some t-shirt on from your drawer, you couldn't risk Wanda seeing you naked in the hallway.

When you were about to leave the room Bucky suddenly lifted his torso from the bed

"Where are you going?" he asked and you shrieked

"Jesus Bucky! You scared me" you brought your hand to your chest to calm your nerves and you felt your heart was beating rapidly you smiled at him but he didn't return your smile, his brows were furrowed but besides that, you couldn't read his face "I thought you were asleep"

"Yeah, I was until you decided to fidget on the bed. Where are you going?" the look on his face was priceless, he looked like an angry child.

"Bucky I usually don't do this" you gestured between him and you "I don't do one night..." you were struggling to get the word out of your mouth and Bucky was smiling wildly

"Stands?" he interrupted you "You don't do one night stands?" you nodded and he chuckled "Baby I won't be your one night stand if you'll say yes to dinner with me today" he got up from the bed and the comforter around his lower body slid. You looked away blushing

"You're still naked" you said to him as a matter of fact and he snickered approaching you. Your eyes wandered on the ceiling when Bucky grabbed your face and made you look at him

"You saw me yesterday like I saw the whole of you" he kissed you tenderly and you melted ready to  give in again "So, are you ready for round two?" he asked wiggling his brows

"Round two? More like round five by now" you snorted and he gave you his toothy grin

"We can go for five rounds if you want" he leaned to kiss you but you were interrupted by his phone ringing, Bucky grabbed his trousers from the floor and took out his phone from pocket

"Shit! I gotta go princess but I'll call you later. Be ready around eight" he started to dress.

You escorted him to the door and you both met Wanda on your way. Her eyes widened on the sight of him, she probably didn't think you would have one night stand, especially so hot like Bucky. You introduced him to her and she was strangely tense only mumbling: "nice to meet you". You kissed Bucky goodbye and promised you'll be ready for your date.

You went to Wanda who was sitting at the kitchen table and you sighed

"God Wanda, Bucky is amazing" she looked at you with a blank stare

"Do you have a fucking idea who he is?"

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Half an hour later you were crying on the couch, your arms wrapped around your legs close to your chest. Wanda was pacing back and forth telling you how stupid you were, yelling at you for how too trusting you were

"How could you be so stupid Y/N?! I told you not to screw with anybody who goes to that club!"

"He told me he was a human!" you tried to excuse your stupid quirk

"Well, he lied to you!"

"How could I know? His eyes weren't red!"

Wanda growled and you saw red energy forming around her clenched fists

"Black! Demons have black eyes! Vampires have red! Is it so hard to remember?!" something clicked inside you. He did have black eyes when he was plowing into you yesterday but you thought maybe it was because of light angle or maybe lust but you decided not to tell Wanda.

"He had blue eyes" you mumbled and Wanda groaned in annoyance

"Of course he had! He's a fucking demon and a powerful one! He can hide his true form! He lied to you Y/N! Even with his name!"

"What do you mean?" you looked at her and she shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose "His name's not Bucky only James. James Barnes, he's the owner of the club and he's very powerful. I didn't know he was back from the underground if I knew we wouldn't go there. He is a bad man Y/N. Like every demon, he needs human souls to survive sure but there's something else, I don't know what but he's known for his hate towards humans like he hates you all " you felt sick. He lied to you about his nature but also about his identity and you sobbed placing your eyes on your folded arms. You felt dirty and fleeced. Wanda sat beside you on the couch and said your name calmly not to upset you more

"Y/N? Did he.. did he mark you in some way?" you looked at her with frowned brows "You know. Did he leave some fingerprints on your body? Some hickeys?"

"Of course he did! We screwed!" you cried out if she thought he would be gentle with you she thought wrong

"I mean big ones. Noticeable and painful" You didn't know. She asked you to remove all your clothes so she could examine you, you knew she was trying to help you there wasn't time and place for being a prude. Naturally, you had hickeys on your neck and breasts but they were too small.

When you took off your pants leaving you only in your underwear she saw fingerprints on your hips but it wasn't it, her eyes wandered lower and suddenly she inhaled sharply, you looked down and you saw it. Big bite mark next to your groin on your right thigh. It was purple and in some places, his teeth pierced your skin. You touched it and hissed. He marked you as his. Demon's property. You knew other supernatural creatures will know you are his, just like werewolf's bond mark and vampire's bite on the neck, your aura will change, everyone will know. You collapsed on the floor and started to wail. He tricked you, he said demons ask for permission. He did ask you though and you said yes but you didn't know what he meant at that time. Wanda wanted to comfort you and suggested to remove it with holy water but it only made it worse. It hurt and you knew Bucky or James could feel that too. You knew he was pissed. You knew he'll come back.

Your bite mark ached and Wanda suggested you to lay in your bad and rest but you didn't want lay in the same bed he was a while ago. In the same bed where he was touching you, kissing you. You laid in her instead. She gave you grandma's tisane for your nerves and it helped. You were relaxed until your phone rang and you saw Bucky's name on the screen. You wanted to answer but Wanda was faster. She didn't bother being nice to him, you almost felt sorry for the guy but you heard he wasn't nice to her either, he was calling her names like 'broad', 'slut' and 'stupid bitch' or maybe it was 'stupid witch' you couldn't tell, but you heard clearly his threat

'Give the phone to Y/N or I'll go to your place, snap your fucking neck and take her with me' Wanda knew he was truth-telling, demons were cruel, killing her wouldn't affect him, so with watered eyes, she gave you the phone

"Baby? I know you know. Please can we talk about it?" he sounded almost broken given his previous tone.

"You lied to me, y-you tricked me" your hands were trembling, you had a hard time with holding your phone

"I know and I'm sorry. I really am. Can we talk about it, please? I'll tell you everything you want to know, we'll start over but please let me explain it to you in person" You looked at Wanda and she shook her head, she knew he wanted to trick you once more

"N-No. I-I don't want to be near you any time soon" you swallowed harshly, his voice had some power over you, you couldn't imagine how vulnerable you would be if he was here. You heard him sigh

"Okay, okay I understand but please don't cut me off, I beg of you"

"You left a mark on me. Can you take it back?" you asked full of hope that he will take a pity on you and leave you alone but your hopes were crushed when he went silent and then his voice turned cold and it made you shiver

"No. I'll talk to you after you'll cool off." he ended the call and you were left with pounding heart and aching head.

CHAPTER FOUR

Next few weeks were pure torture. James didn't bother you by calling and sending messages but you knew soon he will. You caught yourself looking over your shoulder when you were outside your home, you always felt somebody was watching your every step. It was slowly driving you insane. Some part of you wanted him to cut it out and come to you like he said he will but other more reasonable part didn't want to see him again. But you knew sooner or later he will appear before you because mark on your thigh didn't disappear if anything it became more sensitive to touch. Wanda said your aura has changed, she said it as like you were now surrounded by darkness.

Five weeks from your "adventure" you were sitting in a cafe minding your own business scrolling through your Facebook when you saw the table's surface became shaded, you felt somebody's presence. Your heart was beating rapidly, you were afraid to look up at this person because you knew who it was. You had to face your demons at some point so you looked up and saw him.

He was smiling at you, his stubble was darker now, few more days and it'll become a beard, his hair wasn't styled, they were fluffy and he looked like a good neighbor who tells you 'good morning' with a smile on his face in the hallway.

You looked around in hope somebody will see how uncomfortable his presence made you but nothing, no one even looked at your direction

"Hello Y/N" his voice was honeyed and you shuddered at the way your name spilled from between his lips "May I sit down?" he asked holding the back of a chair with an attempt to pull it and sit on the chair

"No" your response was quick and if it stung him he didn't show it, chuckling he sat on the chair anyway. You dared to look at him, he wasn't smiling anymore he knew his smile was creepy in this situation nevertheless his face looked friendly. You squirmed in your seat and he sighed

"We have a lot to talk about, so maybe I'll start from the beginning"

"Yeah, good idea let's start from, I don't know maybe what the fuck?" as soon as the words came from your mouth you fought with the urge to clamp your hand over your lips, you didn't know where it came from. You were scared and adrenaline wasn't helping.

He only smirked but you knew he was annoyed, he ran his hands over his face and leaned back in his seat looking at you intensively

"I've got better one; why don't you shut your mouth and let me talk?" now you weren't scared, you were shitting yourself, your gaze drifted from his face to the sugar bowl, so that's how you gonna die. In cafe killed by your ex-fling, a demon. He will probably snap your neck or choke you.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I'm just tired" he sighed and leaned over the table

"I don't even know your name" you whispered almost inaudibly but he managed to hear that, he smiled

"I'm James but they've called me Bucky ever since I was a kid" you looked at him confused, demons actually have kids? He knew why you frowned "What? You thought we are like this from the day we're born?" he chuckled "We have kids but they're not leaving home until they are adults" he smiled when he mentioned his 'home' not underground like everybody called it, home.

"Much more learn for you but I know you'll hack it. You are smart Y/N, I knew you were perfect from the start" he outstretched his arm and his hand was now stroking your cheek. You closed your eyes, you couldn't help but lean into his hand feeling warmth enveloping your whole body.

"The truth is" he started, his hand made it's way to your chin making you look at him "The truth is when I saw you then I wanted to get to know you, know everything about you which is strange because I've never felt like that before. Once when I saw some human I only wanted their soul but you" his hand left your chin and he placed it on your hand squeezing lightly "You Y/N, I wanna hold you in my arms and never let you go again"

"It's not helping" you felt his grip on your hand tighten like he was afraid you'll slip him

"I was scared that once when you know who I am you'll run away so I lied to you that I'm a human and then you were asking about my life and wanted to know me I couldn't bring myself to inform you. I mean I would tell you at some point but..." he paused looking at your intertwined hands, he looked like he was actually regretted lying to you, like he was sorry but maybe he wasn't just looking like that, maybe he was really remorseful. Bucky looked at you again and a sad smile settled on his face

"I've never done that before, this whole relationship things with a human I mean but I'm willing to try only when you'll help me" he let go of your hand and straightened in his chair. He looked good in his brown leather jacket, your eyes wandered on his torso and you blushed knowing what he's hiding underneath his clothes. But you remembered who he was and what he's asking you for and you put your thoughts about how good he looked aside.

"Why me? I've heard you hate humans" he chuckled and shook his head and then grinned at you

"The one I hated happened to be humans but I try not to lump everybody. You're not them Y/N. You are too good" his hand once again made it's way to your cheek and he brushed it with his fingers lightly

"What about you feeding on my soul? If you think I'm gonna let you fed on me you're wrong" tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you held them

"Oh honey, I'm not a youngster anymore, I don't have to feed that often. Don't worry, I won't be hungry for a while, besides I fed on you while we had sex" you shook your head and stood from your place, he stood as well and blocked your way. Was he even serious? One moment he was telling you that he felt something for you and the other he was casually telling you he fed on your soul, 'Baby I want to be with you, oh and BTW I fed on you when we banged'  

"What do you want?" you asked letting yourself feel annoyed and he took your hands in his

"Only your permission" he placed a light kiss on your knuckles and you shook your head, he was sweet talking you, another five minutes and you'll give in

"You want me to beg you on my knees? Fine" he knelt still holding your hands in his "Please Y/N give us a chance. I promise I won't ever hurt you" he was looking at you with puppy eyes and people in the cafe started clapping thinking he was proposing to you. You looked around, all eyes were on you, Bucky was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You knew what you were about to do was crazy but you hoped that Bucky in his own twisted way felt something to you. You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and nodded

"Okay. Let's try"

CHAPTER FIVE

Like any other relationship, yours and Bucky's started pretty normal. With butterflies in the belly, good morning messages and goodnight calls. Things were getting really good. But one detail was trammeling; none of your friends accepted that you were dating a demon. Your parents openly said they didn’t want to have anything to do with him.  Which hurt you because they didn't even bother to know him and Bucky turned out to be a nice and funny person and most importantly he cared about you.

Wanda who you considered your best friend wasn't any better. She didn't even hide her animosity toward your boyfriend. She couldn't understand how could you do that, being his guinea pig and letting him keep you for your soul.

Bucky didn't like her, calling her bitch behind her back, not like she was present when he visited you but still, you tried to make him not to call her that but he was stubborn. He once told you that as your friend she should accept your choice, you knew she worried about you but he was quite right. You and Bucky were sitting on the couch in your living room scanning through your childhood pictures. You were together for seven months now

"Awww you looked so cute!" Bucky couldn't help but grin seeing four years old you dressed as a Pocahontas on Halloween "I mean you always look cute but look at those chubby cheeks"

"Okay Barnes that's enough" you moved closer to him to take the photo from his hands but as soon as you sat down he moved his hands away from you. They were above his head and you couldn't reach them "Buck come on"

"You want the photo back? You have to give me something in return" he beamed at you

"Like what?" you couldn't help but grin seeing his smiling face. It wasn't always like that, sometimes he was furious, not on you but it still made you shake in your boots. Bucky never raised his voice on you, he was always sweet and caring but once you witnessed him arguing with some werewolf, he shrugged it off but later that werewolf was found dead in a trash can with a slit throat, he was also stabbed multiple times while still being alive, you asked Bucky about that and he said it wasn't him but you knew better.

"A kiss will do" he had sparks in his eyes and his lips were formed into a mischievous smile. You leaned closer to give him a peck on the lips but his hands made their way to your head holding it in place so he could deepen the kiss. He jostled you on your back on the couch and settled his hips between your thighs, you both knew where it was heading and probably you would have fun on the couch if it weren't for the front door being unlocked.

You scooted away from Bucky as Wanda came in, she looked at both of you and sighed. She went straight to her room without a word. You looked at Bucky, he had concern written all over his face, you knew all this situation tuckered him out. He turned to you and smiled like it was nothing.

"Wanna go to my place?" he asked and you nodded. When you both were ready to leave you went to tell Wanda that you're leaving, you entered her room and she was doing something on her laptop. You told her you didn't know when you'll be back and she just nodded. When you turned to leave her room she spoke

"You know Y/N, I dug a little. I dug and I found some interesting facts about your beloved one" she didn't wait for your reply and started to speak

"Did you know he was an assassin working for Hydra for many years? And when whole organization collapsed he scrammed and built that club as his base and as cover for his shady businesses but that's not all, his former employers went after him and couple years back your sweet boyfriend laid a trap for them and this whole situation is known in the supernatural world as Bucharest Massacre. He wasn't gentle with them, he wasn't even quick, he made them suffer and he enjoyed seeing them break their teeth from pain. After that, he had to back up to the underground to recover or something but that's where the scars on his arm are from. Funny story isn't it?" she asked with a smug look on her face thinking she shocked you.

"I know all of this Wanda, he told me" she frowned, you sat close to her and took her hand in yours "Wanda I know you're worried and I know this is madness but Bucky cares for me, he wouldn't hurt me and you should accept my choice and at least try to speak with him from time to time and you'll see he's not heartless beast as everybody paints him"

"What if he'll break your heart?" she asked and you've honestly never thought about that, but in the end, it didn't really matter; if he cared for you he wouldn't want to break your heart. You smiled at her

"Then you'll break his legs" Wanda chuckled and you missed this, missed spending your time with your friends.

"Okay, I'll try" you hugged her and thanked. You knew everything was going to be alright.

CHAPTER SIX

Wanda kept her promise, she opened up toward Bucky, their relations were still cold sure but she didn't treat him like air anymore and he still didn't like her, in fact, you were pretty sure Bucky didn't like anybody. New-known people, he treated according to him "as they should be" which was almost like a shit. You were surprised when he told you he had friends among his kind. His kind, his home, you didn't like how he was separating underground and surface, how according to him on underground they had better service, better leadership, better food even better sky, fake and made by some sort of magic but still, it was better to him than the real one. After a year of his comparisons, you were sure he missed his home but he didn't admit it and the feeling that at some point he'll like to come back to his home was creeping in the back of your mind.

You weren't prepared for what was coming as you were lying with Bucky on his bed cuddling, his face in the crook of your neck. At first, you didn't understand him as his voice was muffled but when you asked him to repeat you swore your heart stopped beating

"I want to take you underground" he said firmly but he didn't have enough courage to look at you. You didn't know what to say, did he even think about it or he was saying it in a heat of the moment

"Bucky" you moved away from him and he looked at you with pleading eyes and serious look on his face

"I mean it Y/N. I want to take you home. It may sound cruel but" he stopped to search for words  "here we don't have a future together. Look, I'm not aging and you..."

"So that's it? You want to take me underground to feed on my soul all the time? Or maybe because when I'm in my 40s you won't find me attractive anymore huh? Am I right?!" confused between slapping him and crying you decided to stand from the bed and put on your shoes 

"It's not that Y/N! I'm scared okay?! I'm scared one day you'll vanish because some drunk fuck won't be able to control his car and you'd be gone forever! There" he pointed to the ground "you won't even be ill, you'll have the ability to live forever"  

"At what cost?!" the look on his face confirmed he didn't know what he was asking you to do "You want me to leave my job, my friends, my family to live with you for a hundred years?!" Bucky moved closer to you and you hoped he understood, you both knew once mortal enters underground, he cannot leave.

"Y/N I love you" he moved to sit on the bed and it made you taller than him Bucky hesitatingly took your hands in his "and I know it's hard but sometimes we have to give up something to make something other happen, choose the lesser evil and I've..." tears in your eyes threatened to spill but you managed to keep your face neutral. The lesser evil, a situation in which you lose something, either Bucky or your life here. Immediately your memories with your family came to your mind.

Only yesterday you spoke with your parents and a month ago was their anniversary, the thought of not seeing or hearing from them anymore broke your heart. The memories of you playing hide and seek with your father, your mother reading you a book to sleep, your Saturday mornings in their bed watching cartoons. Your time spent with Wanda, she was your best friend through thick and thin, she was there for you when your first boyfriend broke up with you which at the age of 15 it was the end of the world and you were there for her when her brother died. Flashback with Bucky also appeared, your dates, your lazy mornings in bed, his face when he was laughing too hard, the way his eyes were sparkling when you told him you love him, the moment when he told you he loves you holding your hand in winter and trying to keep you warm, his cheeks flushed from the chill and you knew he was telling the truth.

The lesser evil.

One way or another you lose someone. But you made your decision. You knew what you had to do.

"Bucky" you whispered interrupting him as you didn't want these words to leave your mouths "Listen to what you are asking me to do" Bucky's face dropped, he knew, he understood "I cannot abandon my family. I think it's better to end it now before we go too far"

"No, you can't do that Y/N. You can't leave me! Please just listen to me..." his voice broke and he inhaled sharply. You released your hands from his grip and shook your head

"It's for the best and you know it" he started sobbing, you didn't know he was capable of crying but the tears on his cheeks made yours spill.

"You're everything I have Y/N" he cried and you fought with the urge to wrap your arms around him and tell him you were sorry for everything and staying with him

"It's for the best. I-I'm sorry James" you turned to leave and you dared to look at him last time, you saw a broken man, sobbing with his face in his hands "Goodbye" you whispered one more time before you walked out from his life.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The following days were blurry. You didn't know what was happening, Wanda helped you move in with your parents for a couple of weeks so Bucky wouldn't descend on you if something like that popped into his head. She told you he came once and asked her where you were but she didn't tell him so he made her promise she'll look after you when she told you that you knew that was the end, he understood, he gave up.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into one long year and year turned into another, the bite mark on your leg disappeared after some time. Saying you didn't miss Bucky would be a lie and after two years he became only a pleasant memory but every time you were thinking about him your heart ached and your eyes watered so you minimized your thoughts to a bare minimum until you stopped completely. Besides you had other things to think about for example Wanda's wedding.

She was getting married to Sam- the guy she met in the club on this red-letter day. She made you her maid of honor and you couldn't be more happy for her. She couldn't stop talking about her dress and asking you about opinion on which flowers pick but after a brainstorm with you and her fiance, they both came to the conclusion that roses are too generic but timeless. You didn't want to let Wanda down so you were part of their brainstorming until everything was wrapped up neat and tidy.

So now you were sitting with her, Sam and his best man Clint in a restaurant enjoying your dinner. Wanda and Sam looked cute together, the way he is looking at her with such adoration and love and you started to think if you'll find someone who will look at you like that. Someone who will make you feel loved and safe. If only Clint wasn't in a relationship you'd ask him out

"So Y/N, I've heard Peter was asking about you" pulled from your thoughts by Wanda you looked at her and blinked "and he can't wait to see you at the wedding" you growled in disgust and both Wanda and Sam frowned, Clint looked at you in understanding

"Look Peter is great and all but I don't need someone who will date me and God knows how many girls at the same time". Peter Quill, he was shamelessly flirting with you while his girlfriend was in the next room, you didn't know he had a girlfriend at all.

"They broke up" Sam said and placed his chin on his fist looking like he was listening to you intensively

"Doesn't matter. Listen there are two types of beings in the universe, those who dance, and those who do not. He's a dancer and I'm not" you said and Clint nodded

"He just needs to find a woman who is pathetic like him" you all looked at Clint and he had panic written on his face "What?! I'm being honest"

"That was savage" Sam replied and after few laughs, Wanda changed the subject and you went back to your thoughts.

Two years. Two years have passed and you didn't manage to have someone in your life for good after he-who-must-not-be-named and you didn't mean Voldemort at all. You've been on few dates sure but nothing too serious. Buck wasn't a dancer, just like you and that's how you were good together. You weren't afraid to say it out loud that he was the love of your life and you let him go. You missed him sometimes like you miss the sun when it's starting to get dark. But sitting and self-pitting wasn't a good solution so you brushed your thoughts aside and turned to Wanda who was telling about something when you heard infectious laugh among people chatter and plate clatter. It was oddly familiar and you started digging in your memory when have you heard it when Wanda called your name.

"I'm sorry I'll be right back" you said and stood up to use the bathroom, you heard the laugh once more but it went dead when you made your way through the restaurant.

You couldn't stop thinking about what Wanda had said about Peter. Maybe just maybe you'll give him probation or maybe you'll just give him what he wants and sleep with him, you must think about it at home.

Coming back to the table your gaze drifted to somebody's standing at the other end of the restaurant. Wearing all black Bucky looked gorgeous and your heart stopped when you saw him mouthing your name. You saw he wasn't alone. At the table where he was standing a redheaded woman wearing little black dress was seated. She was looking at you over her shoulder smirking. You felt a wave of nausea crushing through you. He was on a date. Part of you, this foolish and selfish part wanted to him to be alone like you were, you couldn't imagine he moved on. It wasn't jealousy, it was distress. Your stomach clenched and you darted a glance at him and quickly made your way to your table.

Wanda was asking what happened while you were collecting your belongings. You said it was emergency and you have to go.

"I'll walk you wherever you're heading" Clint proposed and stood up from his chair but you shook your head and placed your hand on his shoulder stopping him

"I'll be fine, I live not that far from here"

You couldn't sleep that night, every time you closed your eyes you've seen him standing there with his eyes boring into yours restlessly. When sleep isn't an option the television is. Wrapped in a blanket cocoon you collapsed on your couch watching late marathon of 'Scooby-Doo where are you?' Wanda was banging on your door

"Goddammit Y/N open the door!" you rolled your eyes at her

"You wouldn't have to knock if you didn't move out to Sam and made me change flats" you mumbled to yourself and watched as The Gang split, obviously Fred and Daphne were paired together, they probably went for a quickie.

You heard Sam saying something about forcing the door and Wanda groaned

"God Sam no! Y/N? Is it because of him? I mean you-know-who? Yeah I saw him at the restaurant and I know you've must been in shock seeing him but I swear I didn't know he would be there. Listen Y/N I know... God, I feel stupid talking to you through the door can you please open it?"

"No Wanda leave me alone! I'm fine, go back home. Sam was complaining he was tired earlier"

"Y/N?" Jesus, she was stubborn as hell "You know the wedding is in a few days and I want to know if you'll be good. I mean will you cool off?"

"Don't worry Wan I'll be the best maid of honor you'll ever have" you said watching as Scooby and Shaggy was eating as always and obviously they met a monster  

"Okay. Cool. I'll call you in the morning! We love you, bye!" Wanda shouted to the door and slowly turned around to look at Sam's bitchy face with written 'Told you so' on it, she shook her head

"Swear to God I hate her sometimes" Wanda's eyes drifted to the blue ones which belonged to the figure standing further in a hallway

"Sorry pal. Not tonight"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Wanda and Sam's wedding came and you were furious. You screamed at the bride on her wedding day

"He's Sam's friend I didn't know it until a few days back" Wanda tried to explain why Barnes was present on her wedding reception

"More like you let him in today Wanda! Please don't lie" you both hide in some sort of staff only room after you saw Bucky on the reception.

The wedding was wonderful and both Wanda and Sam looked beautiful and utterly happy when Wanda's father, Erik walked her down the aisle. You were moved by them saying their wedding vows. At the reception, Quill was never from your side and eyed every guy who wanted to dance with you. When he left you to bring you some drinks you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the room looking around like a lost puppy. You knew he had to have the invitation to come in as if it was a closed party so you decided to confront Wanda and so here we are.

"Okay! They're not friends, they just know each other and Sam doesn't even like him" Wanda was mumbling and refused to look into your eyes. She played with her fingers nervously like a child getting scolded by their parent

"I don't care if he likes him or not Wanda, that's not the point. Did you or did you not give him the invitation?" you were breathing sharply through your nose, your jaw was clenched. You made a mental note to poke her on the nose once the wedding is over

"I did" she looked at you with guilt in her eyes but before you said something she continued "He was with us the other day when we tried to talk to you through the door. I saw he was suffering and you... I mean, just look at you and your past two years, you are miserable so I thought that it would be nice if you two talked and clear the air from all these toxins and you know I gave him the invitation" you scoffed and shook your head at how stupid and childish this whole situation was

"So now you don't treat him like an air? You decided to play the matchmaker and- wait! He was with you at my house? He knows where I live?" you looked at her with wide eyes and Wanda nodded shyly "For fuck's sake Wanda!"

"Y/N just please talk to him. I don't ask you to marry the guy just talk. You both need it" you scoffed again and doubted Barnes needed anything. His girlfriend was probably providing him with everything his wicked heart desires. Oh yeah! That's right! He had a girlfriend and you wondered did Wanda knew or did he passed it over in silence just like this little thing about his identity with you. Wondering either tell Wanda about Barnes' new desideration or not you decided to adapt his tactics and leave it unsaid. It was his life after all, who were you to bother anyway?

"I hate you, you know" you sighed and Wanda hugged you tightly

"I hate you too. Now go before you change your mind" she ushered you out of the room and you were met with the music and people dancing. Searching through the crowd for this familiar yet so distant face. You couldn't find him and your eyes met Sam's

"Sam! Have you seen Barnes?" you asked and he looked suspiciously at you

"She talked you into it?" you didn't have to answer, your action spoke for itself. He knew your story and he understood you and that's why you liked Sam Wilson "He went outside to the garden. If you want I'll keep Quill as far from you as possible to give you two more privacy" you thanked him and headed through the dance floor to the door leading to the garden. With pounding heart and soul on your shoulder you walked through the green alleys looking around and searching for him don't bothering calling his name, it felt unnatural. When you stopped at the big hedge maze you knew where he was, he wanted to play cat and mouse, you'll play along but this time you won't be a mouse.

CHAPTER NINE

You cussed when you turned into the dead end. Again. It was probably the fourth time you were in this corner, everything looked the same. You groaned angrily and shouted

"Damn you, Barnes! Damn you and your stupid games!" you turned around and walked to the alley you came in, at least you thought so because not a minute later you knew you got lost in this damned maze.

"Shit!" you looked around as panic enveloped you "Shit! Shit! Fuck!" trying to breathe you chose the alley on your left and walked until the alley seemed to go to the end, you couldn't describe the wave of relief when you saw dim lights at the end. Exit. You were saved. You decided you're going home where there are no hedge mazes and where you can easily go to your bathroom without any handicaps.

But how you were surprised when you saw that this wasn't the entry of the maze but the center. You made it. You managed to get through the maze and you mentally patted yourself on the back. Your bliss didn't last long because of the person sitting off the edge of the turned off fountain. He was holding a simple daisy between his two fingers, rolling it and you with pounding heart walked toward him slowly.

"What are you doing alone in the dark?" you asked and Bucky averted his gaze from the flower to you. He smiled sadly

"Not alone anymore am I?" he turned slightly and threw the flower into the water. You approached him but you kept the distance, you're both silent for some time before you sat beside him. Not close but not so far either.

"I know Wanda gave you the invitation because you wanted to talk or something" you dared to look at him. His blue eyes looked so pale in the moonlight "The real question is what about you wanted to talk?" he shrugged and shook his head

"I don't know" his eyes drifted from your face to the ground like it was more interesting "I just wanted to know how you've been"

"Good. I'm good. As you can see Wanda got married and she made me her maid of honor" you smoothed the hem of your beautiful cobalt dress on your knees.

"She'd be crazy if she'd chose someone else" he looked  as your hands were still smoothing the material probably in an attempt to calm your nerves "You look beautiful" your eyes met and you gave him a polite smile

"Thank you" you cleared your throat "Where's your girlfriend? I thought she'll come with you"

He frowned and looked at you but soon his face lit up a bit "I barged in and you expect me to drag her here with me? I'm not that brazen, doll" your cheeks reddened slightly but you weren't sure either because of you assumed the worst of him or his pet name for you. You liked when he called you that, it made your heart melt but soon you remembered that everything you had with him was over. He had another doll and you weren't her. The redhead chick was the first thing he sees in the morning, she eats with him, makes out with him, laughs with him, fucks with him and you could name the activities forever but you caught yourself before your heart would swell. You didn't show any emotion but the only sound you made was your fists clenching

"Who is she? I'm just curious" you added the last sentence when he narrowed his eyes at you. You didn't want to look like you were desperate but curiosity who your ex-boyfriend was currently dating was acceptable.

"Natasha. Nat. She's uh... She's great! You know? She's nice, funny..." Bucky started to rub the back of his neck, it was the sign that he was nervous talking about it, you wanted to apologize and change the subject but he blurted out "What about you? You have someone special?"

"Yeah, yeah I have" you winced and scolded yourself. Why the hell you were lying? You couldn't take this back so you decided to lie a little bit. It's not like he'll check it right? Right? "Peter. I'm with Peter" you winced again when he wasn't looking and wondered why it felt so strange telling it

"That's the guy you've been dancing the whole time?" Bucky asked and you nodded "He looks... decent"

"He is. He's really funny and nice and he is an amazing dancer, I could've danced with him the whole night" Bucky smiled and you knew you'll be burning in hell for your lies. Bucky didn't say anything instead he rolled the rock under his shoe and made the silence that fell even more noticeable. You both were looking at his shoe was sliding back and forth for a couple of minutes until Bucky decided to speak again

"She's not my girlfriend" your eyes shot to his and he blushed, you almost didn't notice in the dark "I wanted to make you jealous"

"If she's not your girlfriend then who is she?" you couldn't help but ask and he turned his head in embarrassment

"She's my partner in monkey shines. She sells me information"

"But-but you were laughing with her, you were in the restaurant, it was a date" if he was doing business with her why he didn't do it in private?

"She's not the person you want to be alone in the room, Y/N. She's dangerous and I wanted to be sure she wouldn't do anything in front of the other people, that's why restaurant. And we simply didn't want to get caught so we pretended it was a date" he chucked  "Besides she cracks jokes"

You were speechless. You didn't know why he was telling you this and why he lied to you in the first place. To make you jealous? Yeah he definitely did and now you were kicking yourself because you weren't any better than him, you also lied maybe to make him jealous but probably not to make you look like someone alone

"I don't date Peter. Although I'm sure he'd want to but no, he's not my type. In fact, I haven't dated anyone in two years" you looked at the flowers before you it was pansies or some sort, Bucky did the same

"No one compares to you" he whispered and you looked at him. His hair was longer now. Back when you were dating his hair was short, not short-short but still, some may consider it short. And now you could tie his hair if you'd persist. They would’ve all fell from his tiny ponytail but it'll look cute nonetheless. Bucky turned his gaze to you

"Why did you leave me?"

CHAPTER TEN

"Excuse me? You told me to choose between you and my life- the 'lesser evil'" his eyes narrowed when you made a quotation mark with your hands and he scoffed

"You didn't let me finish! You chose not knowing the whole truth and then you ran away!"

"What whole truth?" this is gonna be good you thought to yourself but  you promised you'll listen to him and then you'll leave and never see him again, this whole situation was ridiculous

"My friend is in our kind of government and he said it wouldn't be an issue for you to leave from time to time if you really loved me" your opened your mouth to speak but nothing came and you were sitting there with your mouth opened in disbelieve

"What?" it came hoarse and it was the only thing you could think of

"You could've enter and leave whenever you wanted to and after some time we could move to the surface for good"

"Why you didn't tell me?!"

"You ran away! You left me alone! You made me promise I wouldn't hurt you and look a plot twist- it was you who hurt the other, you broke my heart Y/N"

"Why you didn't tell me?" you repeated yourself but you couldn't form any other words, you could've asked him why he didn't bother to explain everything to you. It was like after his first attempt he gave up everything you had together.

Bucky couldn't believe he was sitting there with you, after two years his first conversation with you turned into arguing and it made his heart clench. All he wanted to do was to hug you and hold you, you could hit and kick him as you want but he wouldn't let you go ever again. For the past two years, he was a shell of himself. He spent them mostly in the underground or in his club hoping one day you'll show up and everything will be fine. He wanted to love you, marry you and show the world how happy you made him.

"The bite mark" he said slowly "I felt you didn't want to see me and you said that was for the best so I thought it was an excuse to leave me" he dropped his gaze to the ground and fought with the tears, he didn't want to show you how weak he was

"What? An excuse?" you scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his knee to make him look at you "Bucky it was the toughest decision I made. You have no idea how many times I pictured how my life would pan out if I'd chose to be with you" your hand on his knee burned him and you must've felt it because soon you took it but as soon as you did it he missed your touch. You were silent for a moment, both searching for the right words, you were searching for 'how sorry and stupid you were' words, he for 'how sorry he was for not trying more'. It was Bucky who spoke first

"If you knew would you agree to be with me?" he almost whispered you knew he was insecure

"Of course, Bucky. I loved you" he winced at you using the past tense. You loved him, how bitter that sounded. "So... You're saying we're both idiots and we wasted two years of our lives?"

"Pretty much"

Again silent. You both were getting used to it descent between you two. Looking everywhere but not on your companion. You smiled when you saw it was the kind of garden where you and Wanda were playing princesses as children. The dim light from the lanterns and crickets sing made the setting rather romantic and you felt the tension hover in the air. You caught Bucky stealing glances your way.

"I like this place. It looks..." you saw lighting bugs flying further in the garden and you smiled "It looks kinda magical"

Bucky looked at you and also smiled, your eyes met and you saw an ultimate adoration beaming from him "Yeah" he leaned slightly to kiss you but soon he remembered himself and wanted to pull back but he wasn't quick enough and you leap at the chance to pull him back to you by his tie and catch his lips in a tender kiss.

His hands reached to cup your face and you swore you saw galaxies before your closed eyes. Bucky pulled away to look at your face, you opened your eyes and you smiled at him nuzzling your nose against his, he soon captured your lips into another more absorbing kiss. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss and you thanked God your dress was only knee-length so it wasn't difficult for you to sit on his lap. You moaned when his hands pulled you closer to him by your waist making you grind on him. 'Smug bastard' you thought to yourself when you felt him smile against your lips 'but he's my bastard' you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled making him groan. Bucky broke the kiss or some may rather call it make out session and looked at you. You were both panting, your lips were swollen and to him, you've never looked more beautiful than in this moment.

"I love you Y/N" you inhaled sharply when you felt his hands reaching under your dress and moving up your thighs "I never stopped" he reached the hem of your underwear and  played with it "and I'll never stop" you gasped when you felt the sting in place where your underwear encroached into your skin while he ripped it.

"God Bucky" you closed your eyes and placed your forehead on his, you were breathing heavily and Bucky's lips grazed yours

"There is no God here darling. Only you and me" he closed the gap between your lips and started kissing you feverishly stealing your breaths and making you dizzy. You couldn't wait any longer. You needed him. You needed to feel him. Your hands automatically reached to his belt to unbuckle his trousers. You stopped kissing him to better see what your hands were doing and Bucky took the opportunity to kiss and nibble at the skin on your neck. You unzipped his fly and without waiting any longer you put your hand under his briefs.

"Jesus" Bucky hissed and threw his head back when he felt you stroking his dick. You chuckled and started to move your hand up and down along his length

"No Jesus. You can call me Y/N" he looked at you and you saw his eyes turned black completely. Once when you started dating you'd turn your head away for not to see his demon's eyes but now you yearned to see him, you missed seeing his face, demon or not he was your Bucky, your greatest love.

You released him from his briefs as much as it allowed and you braced yourself holding Bucky's shoulders while he was steering you onto his throbbing member. He entered you in one swift motion. You moaned loudly while he groaned. Bucky closed his eyes and placed his forehead on your shoulder.

"Fuck Y/N. Why do I get that feeling with you like I'm flying?" he kissed your cheek and you looked at him

"I love you James" he didn't has a chance to answer because you experimentally rolled your hips making him moan. You cupped his face and peppered kissed all over it still rolling your hips when Bucky stopped you. When mischievous sparks appeared in his eyes you knew that was it. The playtime's over or rather that was when it truly began. Bucky lifted you so only the head of his cock remained inside and then he slammed you down, smirking while you gasped. He didn't bother being gentle, he was slamming into you without a mercy besides you've got the whole time in the world for slow love making

"I missed you so much, I missed you so fucking much but don't worry we're not gonna leave the bedroom for at least a week" Bucky whispered in your ear whining and clenched around him when he hit your g-spot "we have two years to catch up with" he was moving your hips rapidly and you weren't sure how much longer you're going to last and he wasn't helping at all, he was telling you what's he's going to do to you once you get back to your house, how he was going to fuck you against every possible surface

"I'm going to fuck you Y/N. I'm going to fuck you so good you're not going to think about anything than my dick inside you" you were squeezing him tight he wasn't sure whether he'd come any minute, "Fuck! I'm going to love you, I'm going to marry you and we'll live happily ever after. How's that? You'd like that?"

"Yes! Yes, yes Bucky I'm close, I'm so close" you clenched again and he growled

"Cum Y/N! Fucking cum right now!" and you did, moaning and chanting his name. Bucky gasped and moved your hips up and down for a few times before you felt him empty inside you, he nuzzled your neck and you cradled him as close to your body as possible. You're both panting, both spent. You kissed the top of his head and brushed the hair from his forehead. He looked at you and smiled

"I meant that Y/N. I won't let you go ever again" you were afraid once the bliss would fade it would be awkward between the two of you but he made it right. Bucky always made everything right. You beamed at him and grazed his cheek with your fingers

"That's good but I'm not sure I'll ever think about walking away" you leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss and he moaned slightly against your lips.

In the end, it didn't matter who he was whether a demon or a human or even a freaky vampire as long as Bucky loved you and promised to have his future with you.

[ravens-rambling]

Speak with such a screech

A/N: I thought we all need some more Analogical in our lives, I know I certainly did, so here ya go take some star gay bois!! 

@sanderssidesspook

summary: Virgil is up late one night when he hears a sudden yell through the darkness. When he finds the source it isn’t something he expected. 

WC: 2,112

ships: Romantic Analogical

warnings: Panic attack, Fear, Mention of the deep ocean

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover

It was silent in the mindscape, almost deadly silent. The only noises that could be heard were Virgil occasionally rustling as he moved on the couch or the ticks of his phone.

He knew it was late but honestly, he didn't care much he took a long nap yesterday afternoon after Patton had told him to. Apparently occurring to Roman he looked like the cat dragged him in the living room. And he was being honest, once he properly looked himself in the mirror he could see that he wasn't doing good.

Well... His screwed up sleeping schedule is finally starting to show he guessed.

Though he tried to protest the best he could Patton had pulled the dad voice on him and well..he couldn't say anything against that.

So here he was not tired at all at about...oh 2 in the morning. He had come down a while ago after he knew the others would be asleep and that he won't get any sleep tonight at all.

Luckily after years of sneaking down here to grab enough food for the next day he was practically a master at sneaking around. He knew every creak this mindscape had. It became handy in moments like this when he knew if the others, especially Patton, caught him down here this late at night they would be upset with him.

His eyes had started to get that familiar burning sensation associated with staying up too late. But he wasn't that tired surely? He had his headphones on and mindlessly played music, he couldn't stand the deadly silence. It wasn't loud at all more of white noise at this point.

But he was lucky it was as he suddenly heard a loud shriek echoing through the mindscape.

It tore through the sounds of his music and jolted his ears. Instantly he jolted upright. Was somebody attacking Thomas? Was somebody or something attacking one of the sides?

His entire body was frozen in shock his eyes wide as saucers staring into the darkness. Maybe... Maybe that was just his imagination? Or maybe...it was his music? Maybe he was more tired then he thought?

And then he heard it again. This time much more muffled but Virgil was able to pick up on it. He could definitely hear the fear in it. That yell came from somebody who was terrified.

Instantly he bolted towards the stairs his phone still held tight in his hands. His fight or flight mode was going haywire but he fought through it. Tried to choose fight. If something was hurting his family he was going to fight that thing to his very last breath so help him god.

Deep fear and dread settled itself deep in his chest and throat as he threw himself up the stairs and another scream followed. It came from... Logan's room? His heart hammered at that. If anybody even dares to hurt his precious Stardust they will have another thing coming.

He could see light pouring from under his closed door. So he wasn't the only one awake like he thought he was.

And as he got closer he could hear the sounds of something playing and, god it broke his heart, the sound of muffled quick breathing. He didn't register anything else as he ripped open the door ready to either attack something or to drag his boyfriend away.

But what came instead was another loud scream from the other and more panting as Logan's laptop played more of some show. Logan's eyes were wide even wider than his, and he held a pillow close to his chest his face buried in it. His knees were drawn up to his chest and pillow. His breathing was ragged and quick. His bottom lip trembled along with his body though he could tell he was trying to bite it to get it to stop.

He was absolutely terrified and that scared Virgil out more then if something was in here hurting him cause he's never seen Logan scared before. He's seen him frustrated he's seen him even spooked once. But not this scared.

At first, he didn't know what to do before memories popped in his mind of when he's scared and what Logan does for him. "Lo... It's okay." His arms were raised up as he slowly approached his bed making sure the other knows that if he protests he'll move back.

Luckily Logan only stared at him. He didn't move until he got close enough so he could hold his hand if he could.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Lo can you breath along with me?"

Logan only stared at him Virgil could see his mind reeling, his gears turning, wither it was from the fear or Virgil being there he wasn't quite sure.

Once he was close enough he quickly shut the laptop ending the voices with a snap. Softly he spoke, "Can I touch you?"

Logan nodded he seemed to be calming down slightly already with the movie turned off.

Virgil slowly engulfed one of Logan's hand in his and placed it on his own chest breathing in deep breaths. "When you can breathe with me alright?"

He started counting the normal pattern that Logan uses to calm himself down and slowly Logan joined in. In time his shaking had stopped and finally, he could take normal breaths.

Virgil smiled at that while he was still counting now he leaned in more wanting to hug him but stopped with his arms raised. "Is it okay if I hug you my Star?"

Logan let out a small noise before nodding and throwing his head into Virgil's chest.

Virgil chuckled a bit at that, he normally isn't this cuddly not that Virgil's complaining though, his arms wrapped around Logan one of his hands going to his hair while the other rubbed small circles into his back.

"It's okay. I've got you. It's all going to be fine." He whispered sweet nothings to him while rocking him gently side to side. He was doing this right, right? He's normally not the one doing the comfort normally it's the other way around for him.

But he supposes he's doing the right thing as it didn't take long for Logan to fully stop shaking and his breathing to level out. He felt Logan shuffling and looked down to see him scooting away from him.

Quickly he pulled back his hands going to his side giving him breathing room. He tried to look at the others face but his purple bangs were hiding them. "Logan? Are you with me now?"

He shook his head, "That was...illogical of me... I'm sorry Verge for..spooking you. You... You can go now."

Virgil instantly shook his head, "Nah I'm not having none of that." He took both of Logan's hands in his holding them securely, "Logan look at me."

Slowly Logan's head looked up at him and what the expression laid on his face nearly broke Virgil's heart. He looked closed off like he placed a mask over his entire face. He was hiding his emotions properly bottling them up so he'll deal with them later. Properly when he's alone. Nope. Virgil would rather die than to let that happen.

"Logan please don't shut yourself off. It's not illogical to get scared. It's not illogical to be comforted when you're scared. And it's certainly not illogical to feel things including fear alright? Now, don't you dare apologize for spooking me I've properly scared you a ton more. I'm surprised I haven't given you a heart attack yet and I don't care if we do or don't have hearts don't start." He could see the gears working in Logan's head. "And don't you dare think I'm going to leave my boyfriend alone right after a panic attack and getting scared alright? I'm staying wither you like it or not. Now."

He let go of his hands momentarily so he could scoot forward and lay under the blankets but was quick to cuddle and pull Logan close to him.

"Do you just want to cuddle?"

He looked up to see that Logan seemed...confused was the first word that came to mind. Logan is rarely confused so seeing that look on him was always priceless.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he wanted to fight with him before sighing and rubbing his face with his hand knocking his glasses askew. "I..suppose it isn't wise to be alone right now... I just... I wanted to understand why you three and Thomas get scared by horror movies... They seem so fake to me I just didn't understand it... I searched online for one about the deep ocean and I suppose it got to me... Now I understand.."

Virgil nodded getting it now, it was one of his experiments though he wished that he was telling Virgil about it so he could be there sooner to comfort him but at least he was here. Virgil pulled him closer to his chest playing with his hair, "Well I'm here now and I promise I'll protect you against whatever is down there. No matter what. Just...please don't do that again. You did give me quite a scare. I thought something was attacking you."

Logan gave a sad look and leaned up to kiss his nose, "I'm truly sorry for that Virgil, I didn't mean to frighten you. I promise I won't do it again. It wasn't a..very pleasant experience either. Thank you though for being here and calming me. And for protecting me." He smirked, "I know all those creatures would be terrified of my Stardust. Nothing can get past you huh?"

Virgil chuckled his face growing hotter and kissed him on his cheek, "Why of course anything for my Star! If I didn't know any better I would have thought you copied off of Roman."

Logan chuckled nodding his head, "I..suppose I have been taking a few..romantic lessons from him. Is it working?" A mischievous smirk was on Logan's lips as he saw the soft blush that appeared on Virgil's cheeks.

Virgil batted at him playfully, "Shut up!"

Logan leaned forward once again to fully kiss Virgil this time, it was a gentle kiss as they both melted against each other's arms and torsos. Finally, they broke apart their smiles and blushes was across their face making it almost hurt.

Logan drew up an eyebrow as he looked over to see the headphones that have been deposited on his desk, "Virgil? Were you awake?"

"Um... Maybe?"

"Verge! I've told you that you have to go to sleep earlier. That's why you had to take a nap yesterday afternoon. You have to get 8 hours of sleep at least every night."

"Well, what were you doing up then mister? I'm pretty sure you get up early with Patton every morning hm? Or am I wrong?"

Logan stuttered his cheeks going even redder, "T-That's beside the point! I wanted to-"

"Nah nah nah. You can't throw rocks at people's houses when yours is glass mister!" He waved a finger at him, "Now I think you should go to bed you must be exhausted after that."

Logan crossed his arms huffing, "What does that even mean. And I'm not..." He had to suppress his yawn, "Tired... Shit.."

Virgil chuckled at the sight having to place a hand over his mouth.

"You didn't see anything! And even if I am tired you should go to sleep too. I'm not going to sleep unless you are."

"Ugh ffinnneee if that will make you happy."

"Well it won't make me feel happier, better maybe, it's mostly cause you need your sleep but alright."

"Aw see you do care about me! Lo-Lo loves me!" He laughed loudly right after saying that having to suppress some of his giggles but when he looked over to Logan's blushing face again he laughed even harder.

"I.. I mean.. Um... I.."

Once he was done laughing he leaned over and kissed Logan's cheek, "I know what you mean my Star. I love you too."

That only caused Logan to malfunction even more as his cheeks only grew brighter. He coughed a bit and rolled over, "Go to sleep."

"Aw but Lo-Lo I want to cuddle! Come over here and cuddle with me!"

He had to bait Logan a little more but eventually, Logan rolled back over he had a frown on his face but looking at his eyes and Virgil could tell he was trying to hold in laughs. "I hate you, you know that right?"

"Yes, I do. Love you too, my precious Star."