#you don’t really want to encourage them to see each other as enemies do you?

[tennessoui]

I heard a quote today and it made me think of your couples counseling fic. It was about the walls and defenses we build in our mind and how that can only push people away. But "two vulnerable people will always find a way to connect." And I can just totally see Sheari saying that to obikin

I can so easily see this tbh

and also I can so easily see both obi-wan and anakin being like “IM the vulnerable one!!! He’s the one with the sky high shields and walls and defenses!!!”

and probably Sheari, who spent an entire night drinking wine and researching war tactics with her wife because maybe if she can speak their language, the generals will be able to understand her, is like “ok ok ok well in a battle, what do you try to do when your opponent has very strong defenses you can’t knock through immediately?”

and the two generals turn to look at each other very obviously using their mental bond to discuss war tactics before they turn back to her and they’re like “if the enemy is stationary and secure behind walls, siege. If they’re out on open level field same as us, trench warfare.”

and sheari’s like “ok ok good so why don’t you apply the same logic to your partner? dig a trench, wait him out. Stay. That’s the important part. No one wants to be vulnerable with someone they think is about to leave or capable of leaving”

but she’s lost them because Anakin disagrees with sieges on principle and they’re now arguing about which tactics of war are more effective and they’ve completely lost the plot and are too focused and kriffing stupid to pay attention to the metaphor

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 5.2k (including intro)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only), enemies to lovers, sub!neil/dom!reader, slightly dubious consent?, orgasm control/denial, praise and degradation, oral sex m receiving, come eating, riding, a touch of breeding kink, semi public sex

do NOT read this until you have read the FIRST PART or it won't make any damn sense!!

"So, whaddya say, Mr. Lewis?"

"I say… suck my dick," he returned with a smug smile.

You just laughed.  "Maybe I would if I thought you could last more than thirty seconds."

His face got a little redder as he glanced away.  "Seriously?  You think I'm that helpless?"

You shrugged.  "I think I'm that good."

He looked at your face for a moment, a certain look in his eyes— a look that made it seem like he wanted to take you up on the challenge.  “Of course you do,” he smirked, “guys probably tell you you’re funny, too.”

“Sometimes,” you agreed, “but I’m not joking now.”

He stiffened up a bit.  “I don’t have a stamina problem,” he assured.

"If you're so confident, let's bet on it," you offered.  "I’ll blow you, and if you last thirty seconds or less, I'm buying the place.  More than that, you'll never have to see me again."

“Jesus,” he sighed, avoiding your gaze for a moment.  “Is that really how you make a deal?”

“It’s one way we could make this deal,” you returned, “and it sounds like a lot more fun than all the other ways.”

“You have an unfortunate habit of overestimating yourself,” he noticed.

“Then this should be easy for you.”

He hesitated, laughing nervously, but you stared forward so he knew you were serious.  After a tense pause, in which he opened and shut his mouth a few times as if nearly saying several different things, he sighed a bit.  “O-okay, yeah,” he relented, and you had to fight back a smile— not because you were actually that excited to suck some random video store owner’s dick… but because you were pretty confident that you just bought yourself some prime real estate and that promotion you’d been gunning for.  “S-so, um, how do we—?”

You cut him off by pushing him back into his chair with a grin, already loving the slight look of desperation on his face as he looked up at you.  "Let me get a little more comfortable first," you explained as you slipped your blazer off and tossed it aside.  

Then the shirt— one button at a time, not too slowly but without any sense of urgency.  “Y-you don’t have to do all that,” he promised thinly.

“Be patient,” you encouraged with a wink, “I just can’t afford for you to… stain any of this.  I have to go back to the office today, you know.”

He nodded a little in understanding, his chest filling and sinking a little more with each breath as he watched you strip.  For something you’d managed to spin as practical, you were doing it with a bit of… flair, slowly pulling the shirt off your shoulders and dropping it to the floor as his eyes were glued to your chest.  Of course, it helped that this bra wasn’t exactly ‘practical’ either… you only let your eyes drop for a second to the growing bulge in his jeans.

You started to push your skirt down, watching his eyes follow the fabric as more skin was revealed, only to tug it back up just before you got anywhere too exciting.  "Or maybe I should leave this on," you decided, making him whine and look up at your face pleadingly.

"C-c'mon," he panted.

"Maybe if you ask nicely…" 

He hissed in a breath through his teeth.  "Please…" he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Please take it off," he sighed, and you smirked at the way his hips jumped up a bit as you pushed it down to reveal your matching panties.  “Fuck,” he choked, “you dressed up like that just to come here?”

You shook your head.  “I had other plans today,” you offered cryptically, and if he was going to ask more questions about that, he forgot them when you stepped out of the skirt and right up to where he was sitting.  “Should I leave these on?” you asked as you ran a finger along the top of your thigh-high stockings, seeing him struggle to form a thought as he looked at them and then back up at you.

“Y-yeah, maybe… maybe leave those on,” he breathed, “the floor might be cold.”

“Oh,” you cooed, “you’re such a gentleman.”

You knelt down in front of him, rubbing your hands up his thighs through the jeans as he swallowed thickly.  Each time you slid your hands over his legs, you moved a little higher, until you were just barely brushing over the bulge under his fly.  You bit your lip and looked up at him, savoring the nervous expression he was wearing.

You opened the button of his jeans, and took your time with the zipper; you giggled a bit when you felt his cock flex, even through all the layers of clothing.  

“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” you teased in a soft voice.

“N-no,” he denied.  

“Really?  You never wanted me on my knees in front of you?” you pressed.

“Well, that’s sort of a different question,” he breathed, whining slightly under his breath when you got his fly open and reached in to rub him through his boxers.  “Oh, t-take it out,” he instructed, but you just laughed.

“Let me do this my way,” you replied, and he seemed to realize then that you were teasing him on purpose, to make his side of the bet all that more difficult.  It would’ve been reasonable for him to call you out on your cheating, but he was too busy reaching forward to feel your tits through the bra; he groaned a little, squeezing them eagerly.

You did take it out, of course, after barely a minute of teaching him through the fabric, and you bit your lip as you wrapped your fingers around his warm, firm length.  It was a little bigger than you bargained for, but you weren’t exactly worried— after all, you were going to make sure you didn’t have to do this for very long.

Licking your lips as you stroked it— and trying to make it look like an instinctive move rather than a deliberate choice— you watched him as he stared down at your face and then your hand, a drip of clear precum already leaking from the slit.  You hummed as you picked up your pace a little, still mostly just exploring him, but squeezing him in your palm too just to watch him squirm a bit.

You leaned in and gave it one long lick, with just the tip of your tongue, all the way from the base to the head, and he hissed a little with his next breath as he stared down at you.  You hummed at the slightly salty taste as you lapped up the thin arousal, and his chest sank with a long breath.

"Okay," you smiled, "you can start counting now."

"O-one," he choked out, voice getting thinner as you wrapped your lips around him and bobbed your head.  After all that teasing, you had to be efficient for the next thirty seconds: you sucked hard and stroked with one hand while the other slowly rubbed his balls, hoping to give him the full treatment and make this quick.  "Two, three—"

You pulled back but kept stroking him.  "Not so fast," you scolded, "look at your watch."

"Sorry, fuck, um," he groaned, glancing at his watch to try to keep the correct time.  "Two… three… four…"

Your spit was running down to smooth your hand's movements, and he groaned as he started to buck up into your mouth.  His hands held your head, fingers tangling into your hair as you kept going.

"Five, six— oh god," he moaned, head tilting back for a second… but when he looked at you again, you looked up and met his gaze.  He bit his lip, already breathing heavily as he watched you.

He never forced your head down, really, but you could feel him trying to guide you, trying to make you move a little faster and take him a little deeper.  You could do that— you moaned around him as you pretended to let him take the lead, figuring that was what he needed to feel in control right now.  But as soon as you did, he tightened his grip on your hair and tried to slow you down… and you wondered if he was already realizing this bet might have been a little out of his pay grade.

“Ten,” he choked out, groaning as you flattened your tongue more to rub along the underside of his cock.  “Ele—oh, fuck— e-eleven…”

You moaned again, one of his hands slipping down from your hair to the back of your neck, even running over your shoulder and lingering on the strap of your bra.

Speeding up slightly, you tried to subtly twist your hand while you stroked and just keep a steady pace— once you found the right thing, you just needed to stick with it, and something about the hoarseness of his voice as he moaned for you seemed like a sign you’d found the right thing.  “Baby,” he mumbled under his breath, and you had to try not to smile since it would just get in the way of things.  You would definitely not be letting him get away with calling you ‘baby’ if your mouth wasn’t full…

Even you weren’t focused on the numbers anymore, putting all your energy into this as you bobbed your head on him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!” he yelped when his tip brushed the back of your throat.  “Twenty— oh god…”

Home stretch, just ten more seconds, you thought to yourself, if that… he sounds pretty fucked up.  And it’s not that you hated this so much, it was actually turning you on more than anything to hear him sound so desperate— but you already had your eye on the prize, and you could’ve probably attributed the wetness gathering in your panties to the mental image of telling your boss tomorrow that you finally bought out Gumshoe Video, just as much as what you were actually doing right now.

"Twenty-t-two, twenty-three," he kept going, voice getting a little deeper now, and you wondered with a hint of nervousness if he could really make it— he was flexing in your mouth already, but maybe he could hold it back.

You moved faster, pretty much as fast as you could, and shut your eyes tight as you hoped this would work— you didn’t quite realize it at the time, but you were more motivated to make him come for the sake of it, than for the consequence of owning his store as a result.

“Twenty-eight,” he gasped, and you sucked even harder as desperation started to kick in— but then he choked on a moan, and flexed in your mouth again.  "Stop, stop!" he begged suddenly, and you stilled before pulling away with a smile.

"Can't take it, huh?"

"I just need a second—"

"No, you don't get a second. I already gave you thirty," you reminded him.  “I win.”

“N-no, wait,” he panted, only to open his eyes wide when you stood up and slid into the chair with him, straddling his lap.  He looked up at you in the most adorably pathetic way, his hands shakily coming to rest on your waist.

“It won’t be so bad,” you promised, “we have fabulous benefits, you know.”

He was clearly not paying attention, whimpering as you moved forward and rubbed yourself against him through the thin lace.  “F-fuck, please,” he whispered, and you smirked.

“You wanna fuck me?” you asked, acting totally surprised by it.  “I thought you hated me.”

“Yes,” he sighed, “and yes.”

Grinning, you sat up enough to pull the panties aside and guide him to your entrance, watching him choke on nothing as you teased his head with your slick lips.  

“F-fuck, you’re wet,” he noticed, sounding more proud of himself than you intended him to be.

“I get that way when I’m about to get what I want,” you shrugged, just a moment before sinking down and taking him all in one relatively-quick motion.  He moaned loudly and held on tighter to you, but you gave him no time to rest at all as you moved right away, riding him with a contented sigh and struggling not to openly laugh at his almost-pained expression. 

Obviously, he wasn’t actually in pain, it was just a look of conflict as he realized how badly he wanted to come and how bad it would be if he came right away— but you’d brought him right to the edge, after all, and you watched physical instinct and fleeting logical reasoning battle in his eyes as his eyes watched you bouncing on top of him.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, humming when his head rubbed right against that spot inside you— you guided your movements to hit it every time, a nice little shiver running over you.  “Fuck, Neil, it’s good…”

He was obviously affected by the praise, and you rocked your hips faster as you watched him struggle even more to hold himself together as his head tilted back against the chair.

"You'd better not come inside me, Neil," you warned sternly.  "If you do… well, let's just say as your new employer, we're proud to offer a rather generous paternity leave."

"Oh god, oh god," he choked, yet holding on tighter to your hips while you moved.

"Not gonna knock up your boss on your first day, are you?" you laughed, reveling in his panic.

"You're not my boss," he panted, "not 'til I sign the paperwork."

"Oh, honey," you purred, "I already own you."

He whined and bit his lip, shutting his eyes tight— but you couldn’t let him run away that easily, you couldn’t let him hide from what was happening to stop himself from coming too fast: so, you took his hands off your hips and guided them up to your chest, all but forcing him to feel your tits again as he moaned louder and obeyed.  “God,” he breathed, “I— I don’t know if I can take much more of this—”

You hummed with a little pout, leaning in and lifting his chin with your fingers.  “Poor thing,” you cooed just before you pressed your lips to his, kissing him hungrily while riding him even faster.

He moaned into the kiss, clearly overwhelmed but still trying to kiss you back.  When his hands moved to your hips again, trying to slow you down, you grabbed them by the wrists and pinned them down to the arms of the chair, making him groan and buck up into you.  

“Just let me use you, baby,” you breathed against his lips, making him whimper and nod.  “Y’wanna feel me come, don’t you?  You wanna make me come?”

“Yes,” he groaned, “fuck— yes, please—”

“You can take it, right?”

“God,” he winced, speaking through his teeth as you moved your kiss down to his neck.  “God, fuck— I think I can—”

“I think you can,” you agreed, “you’re gonna be good for me—”

“O-oh, fuck,” he moaned, his cock flexing inside you again when you bit playfully on his neck.  You hoped to leave a mark, thinking it would be funny to make sure he couldn’t hide what had happened— but then again, it might not be the smartest idea… not that any of your decisions in the last five minutes were based on smartness.

Your hips rocked on instinct now, pressure building and twisting inside you until you couldn’t help but drop your head back with a long sigh of pleasure.

“Please come, please come,” he begged in a weak and high-pitched whine, and as much as you were amused by his desperate attempts to get you to finish before he did, you were also pretty into it… as in, it was working.  You’d only been doing this for a few minutes, but you’d had quite a bit of fun sucking him off and, well, he looked so cute begging.

You moaned and moved a little faster, holding on tighter to his wrists.  “Fuck, I’m close,” you promised.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whined, hands tightening into fists as you held them down.  “Baby, please,” he choked, and you smiled as it hit you.  You wondered if watching you come would be enough to send him over the edge.

“Oh fuck, Neil, yes!” you shouted, hoping to give him a show so he wouldn’t be able to help himself.  “Oh my god— so good, baby, you feel so fucking good—”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he chanted under his breath, shutting his eyes tight— but then opening one a second later and groaning at the sight of you.  

The feeling began to pass as your thighs quivered, your whole body exhausted by the motions just as much as the draining power of your orgasm.  Stilling on top of him, you let go of his wrists and sighed with relief, resting your hands on his chest.  He shuddered, and you pretended to remember that he was waiting to come.  “Oh— do you want me to—?”

“P-please,” he choked.

You pulled yourself up until he slipped out of you, both sighing for slightly different reasons.  You reached down and wrapped your hand around him, laughing softly at how swollen and reddened his tip was— it almost looked painful, and the way he winced when you gingerly stroked him almost sounded painful.

Your free hand stroked his hair as he leaned his head forward against your chest, panting with exhaustion.  “Please, please,” he whispered between breaths, over and over.

“You did good, baby,” you promised him, “you can come now—”

He groaned and did it pretty much instantly, you could feel it running down over your fingers and even getting on his shirt and pants.  You clicked your tongue pityingly as he bucked up into your hand, his face fallen slack in pleasure and weak moans falling from his full lips.

“Poor thing,” you said again, watching him go totally limp under you— and his exhausted cock starting to follow suit— as the last little drip of come ran down over your fingers.  You brought your hand up to your mouth and licked up what had gotten on you, which his sleepy eyes watched in awe.  Before you swallowed, though, you pulled him by the jaw into another kiss— slow and sloppy, feeling him shudder as he tasted his own spend.

When you figured he’d had enough, you suddenly pulled away and slipped off of his lap, putting your panties back in place and starting to pick up the clothes that had scattered on the floor.  You wondered if he would say something, though you couldn’t imagine what, but found yourself a little surprised to be dressing in silence.  Then again, when you looked over at him, he was staring forward blankly and looking absolutely drained— in every sense of the word.

After getting fully dressed— though you figured you still probably looked less composed than when you got here— you slipped back on your heels and wondered if there really was nothing else to say.  “The paperwork will come in the mail,” you informed him simply as you turned to leave, and only then did he reach out and grab your wrist.

“W-wait,” he stammered, “I— I need to know when I’ll see you again.”

You considered that for a second, eventually shrugging.  “I don’t know, I work in acquisitions— once you’re acquired, you’re not really my concern anymore.”

“Really?” he breathed, smiling but seeming sort of frustrated.  “None of what just happened seems… concerning to you?”

You laughed a little, stepping closer to him again as he finally got himself in order— and groaned a little as he realized how bad the stain was on his shirt.  “Neil, my job is pretty simple: I need to make this place profitable.  Or, I need to make you make this place profitable… that’s going to take up all of our spare time.”

“So, if we’re losing money,” he posited, raising an eyebrow, “would you need to come here and… discipline me?”

“Don’t get too excited,” you scoffed.

“Why not?  Shirt’s already ruined.”

“Listen, I know that was… great,” you sighed, “but we should still establish boundar—”

He stood up and cut you off with a kiss, sudden and needy as you sighed against him.  He reached up and held your face, before dropping his hands down your waist and pulling you closer.  You were just about to melt into it when you (mostly) came to your senses and gently pushed him back.

He was looking right into your eyes, a pleading sort of look in them, as you broke away from the kiss.  “Boundaries,” you finished in a whisper.

“Yeah— okay,” he nodded, “I can do boundaries.”

He kissed you again, both of you getting a little more desperate as your arms draped around his shoulders.  It went on for quite some time, your breathing getting heavy again and the softest moans getting muffled by his lips as his body pressed against yours.

You looked up at him expectantly when he pulled back this time, and you bit your lip a little when you realized you were down almost as bad as he was.  “I think I’m gonna like working here,” he announced with a wide smile.

[ellies-little-thing]

I thought you hated me (e.w.)

My masterlist <3

Warnings: Roommates; modern Ellie; Mature content; swearing; fluf; smut; arguing; reader is referred to as she/her; Ellie is mean; Readers first time with a girl; Mentions of past relationships; cheating, mentions of drinking; love/hate relationship; Reader has a vagina; enemies to lovers (kinda); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This is my first ever fanfic, I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy! 

Hi i re-edited this fic, I hope you like the sligth channges!

Word count: 25k

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI!!

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You and Ellie didn’t exactly get along, sure you had to hang out with each other because of your friends, but you guys always teased and bad mouthed each other until it ended up in a full-blown argument.

Maria was rearranging roommates for each dorm and as you approached the door  that was supposed to be your new home, your breath hitched.

Ellie opens her door in a hoodie and shorts and sees you standing there. “Great, you’re the one living with me” she scoffs, clearly annoyed.

“Happy to see you too.” Y/N says sarcastically. Ellie rolled her eyes, walking into the room and sitting down on her bed.

“Of course, it’s YOU living with me, I can’t even be in peace in my own room?” She crossed her arms and gave Y/N a stern look.

“It isn’t like it was my choice!”

“Oh, I’m aware, the fact that we’re forced to live together is absurd, I want no trouble.” Ellie sat her head in the palm of her hand, she was very annoyed.

“I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me.” Ellie seemed surprised that Y/N had already given up, she had been expecting a lot of trouble.

“That’s it?” Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to argue.” Ellie seemed almost sad when she heard Y/N’s words, sure she had expected them but she wanted to argue.

“I was looking forward to that…” Ellie said, almost whispering.

“What?” You asked because you couldn't hear what she'd just said.

“Never mind, you don’t wanna argue.” Ellie stood up and crossed her arms. Ellie took a look around the dorm that was now her new home.

“Oh, did I hurt your feelings?” You say mockingly. That was the perfect sentence to piss Ellie off. Ellie marched up to Y/N, she was now looking down on her with a blank expression. Y/N was about 5 feet tall (1.52m) and Ellie was 5’7 (1.70m).

“Hurt my feelings? I don’t have feelings, you’re an ass anyways, why would I care.” She scoffed.

“Nice one dickhead!” That actually caught her off guard. Ellie actually had to think of a comeback to that. Ellie had a stern expression as she thought of something, she had to think fast. Finally, she had an answer and a smile spread across her face.

“Well, at least I’m a dickhead, you can't even get any dick.” She said almost laughing.

“Like you have one…” Ellie almost lost it at that comment.

“Ohhh, but I do..” She smiled, she was now very amused by the fact that she caught you off guard twice.

“Oh, do you? Since I last checked, girls don’t have dicks.” You said annoyed.

“Check again dear, girls can have dicks. I am proof of that.” Ellie was still smiling, the look on your face was hilarious.

“Let’s see it then.” You challenge her.

“Oh please, a gorgeous lady like me doesn’t need to show you, how about we skip straight to your bed?” She asked in a cocky tone, she had clearly already won the argument.

“Fuck you, go beat one off alone and leave me be.” Ellie actually started laughing, she couldn’t help herself and she had to cover her mouth to stop laughing.

“I wasn’t being serious, that’s not very polite of you my dear.” She said, holding back laughter.

“ha ha.” You say dryly. Ellie was still amused by the conversation, she had actually enjoyed talking to you. She had been expecting an argument, but this was actually very entertaining.

“What should we do? Are we gonna hang out or something?” Ellie asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Do what you want, I’m putting my stuff away.” Ellie watched as you put your things away, it looked like you weren't gonna budge on doing anything with her. Ellie was stubborn and also a bit annoyed, she had to come up with a plan to get you to spend some time with her.

“You’re not gonna do anything fun with me?” She asked, trying to make herself sound convincing.

“Hum… Since the last time I checked..I thought you hated me?” You said, not even looking at her.

“What? Who said I hated you?” Ellie asked, sounding confused. “You and I are gonna be roommates, I just thought I would try to make this easier for both of us.” Ellie explained. “Can’t we just hang out for a bit? You look fun…”

“Fine.” You said.  Ellie felt accomplished, she had successfully convinced you to spend some time with her and you had only been roommates for about an hour. Ellie sat down on her bed and looked over at you putting your belongings away.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask annoyed.

“What? Am I not allowed to look at you?” Ellie asked. She had crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly; you were confusing her but Ellie still had a plan. Ellie wanted to hang out with you, if she couldn’t convince you to hang then she would just force you to be her friend.

“No, that is a privilege honey.” You mocked.

“I don’t think I’m your honey.” Ellie laughed a bit while she spoke.   Ellie still wasn’t used to the fact that this girl, who she thought would be mean and not like her at all, was actually willing to talk to her. It was very confusing to Ellie but she was now actually looking forward to hanging out.

“Just leave me alone.” You say quietly.

“You know I can’t do that, we’re roommates, remember?” Ellie was persistent, she wasn’t just gonna let you do whatever you wanted right away.

“Plus, being annoying is kinda my thing.” She shrugged.

“Perfect.” You say annoyed. Ellie smirked; she knew you weren't serious about your comment. Ellie actually felt better talking and hanging out with you, she had assumed you would be a very mean and awful person. Ellie got off her bed and continued looking at you. “Do you maybe wanna watch a movie or something?” Ellie asked.

“I’m going to take a shower, bye.” Ellie was surprised by this response, but she was still persistent.

“Fine, but after you take your shower, we’re watching a movie.” Ellie had to admit though, the thought of being alone for hours was scary.

“Hhhghhh….” You say annoyed.

“What?” Ellie looked at you, now confused. She had thought that you had agreed on watching a movie with her.

“Pick the movie then.” Ellie was surprised, she had expected you to refuse and walk away.

“Alright then, um… do you like Horror movies?” Ellie actually didn’t like horror movies, but anything for you to see the other side and to have a chance to become her friend.

“You pick! “ You get to the bathroom and close the door. Ellie knew that this was her chance to pick a romance movie, but she decided to still stick with the horror movies. Ellie put on a horror movie that her friends had recommended for her awhile back and then knocked on the bathroom door. Ellie had to admit that she was a bit nervous, for some reason just talking to you felt weird. She figured this was because she didn’t usually spend such a long time with someone who didn’t like her.

You get in the shower and start singing. While waiting outside the bathroom, this gave Ellie an idea. As you were singing in the shower, Ellie put the volume down on the TV and started singing the exact same song that sounded like you were singing. Ellie knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get your attention and maybe even have some fun.  You get out of the shower and get dressed. You then open the door and your hair is still dripping.  Ellie noticed that you hadn’t said anything and decided to keep singing, she had a plan.  Ellie started singing a lot louder and tried to mimic the voice that you had. You would hear Ellie singing and hopefully come over, at this point Ellie didn’t have any other plans. She hoped that you would come check it out. You look at Ellie but don't say one word. Ellie decided to say something, she was waiting for a reaction but you remained silent like always.

“Hey uh. Y/N… Can I get one of your hair ties...?” Ellie asked a bit awkwardly; she still wasn’t used to you at all. Ellie figured that giving you a task might help you loosen up a bit.

You throw Ellie a black hair tie. Ellie caught the hair tie and put her hair in a half bun, now she just waited for a response. Ellie was feeling nervous, she couldn’t let this chance slip. “Can I try something?” Ellie asked as a grin spread across her face.

“What?” You looked at Ellie while drying your hair.

“Um… can you do me a favor...?” Ellie was already starting to turn red from embarrassment, she felt anxious. Ellie hadn’t ever been this close to you, she was starting to feel a bit nervous.

“What is it?" Ellie looked at you and her expression turned from nervous to excitement.

“This might sound a bit weird but can I just… hug you..?” Ellie asked, her tone was a lot shyer and softer than it usually is.

“Humm…. “ You get a bit surprised. Ellie’s heart beat rapidly, she felt a bit nervous. Ellie thought about it for a moment and then just reached out her hands , she was going to take her chances and go for a hug.

“Okay…” You let Ellie hug you. Ellie took her chances and hugged you, it was a bit uncomfortable but it was worth it. Ellie then let go of you and looked down, she was now smiling. “Let’s go watch the movie.” Ellie said in a very confident voice, she was feeling much better after the hug.

“What is up with you?” You were really confused at this point. Ellie looked at you, this was another question that Ellie expected to be asked. Ellie took a second to think and then responded. “Nothing, nothing is up with me. I just felt like showing affection to my roommate.” Ellie shrugged.

You  look at Ellie suspiciously. “Hum…. I have my eyes on you, Williams.” Ellie smiled; she was very happy that you hadn’t refused to do anything with her so far. Ellie sat back down on her bed and put the TV back up to the volume it was on before. “Do you wanna watch the movie or not?” Ellie said.

“Fine.” You sit on the couch.  “What did you pick?” Ellie looked at you as you spoke.

“It’s gonna show some blood so it’s 18+ if that’s okay? The movie is called “It Follows”, ever heard of it?” Ellie was excited to see if you would enjoy the movie she picked.

“I love horror movies!” You say excited.

“Then this should be right up your alley.” Ellie pressed a button on the remote and the movie played. Ellie was nervous, she had thought that the movie would be perfect to watch with you. Ellie then looked over at you to see if she had a response. you were excited to watch the movie.

Ellie was so happy to see that you actually wanted to watch it, everything was going the way Ellie planned. Ellie looked over at you once again, to try to see how you were reacting so far to the movie.

Ellie was now hoping that the horror elements of the movie would make you scared, Ellie wanted to see you act like a scaredy cat. You jump at one of the jump scares and then burst out laughing. Ellie started grinning as you jumped, she was so excited to see you act scared.

“You scared?” Ellie asked, trying to hold in laughter as she spoke.

“No! It was really funny actually.” Ellie tried to maintain a serious expression but when you said that the scare was funny, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Ellie just broke out laughing, she felt like she had already made a lot of progress. When Ellie finally settled down, she glanced at you.

“Do you find the movie funny?” Ellie asked, she was genuinely curious.

“I find all horror movies funny; can you imagine the actors doing all this stuff?? They sure are trying really hard not to laugh whilst the cameras are rolling.” You say, talking almost like a little kid talks about their favorite things.

“Really? Do you not find any horror movies creepy?” Ellie looked at you, she expected the answer to be a big no. Ellie found the majority of horror movies creepy so the statement that she found them all funny was bizarre and confusing to her. Ellie actually liked the answer though, it made you sound less scary and more human.

“Why? Are you scared?” You teased her.

Ellie blushed slightly, you had caught her off guard. But you were right, Ellie did find this scary movie creepy. Ellie had to respond to your question to avoid being mocked, so the answer she gave was an honest one. “A bit.” Ellie admitted. Ellie didn’t want to admit it but there weren’t any lies to hide behind in this situation.

“Oh, I have such a baby for a roommate.” You teased her again, smiling.

Ellie was expecting you to say something like that. Ellie now had her moment to tease you instead. Ellie put on a cocky expression and nodded. “Yes, I’m a big baby and I’m scared of scary movies.” Ellie spoke in a deep voice as she pretended to fake cry. Ellie kept doing her fake crying while looking at you.

“Too bad I don’t care.” You scoffed. Ellie was enjoying herself way too much to stop, she kept the deep voice going.

“I’m so scared!” Ellie said, doing her best acting. Ellie was waiting for your reaction; she felt a smile spread across her face.

You just laughed at Ellie’s bad acting skills. Ellie was still pretending to cry, but when you laughed, she stopped. Ellie pretended to wipe tears from her eyes as she spoke, “Hey, I thought that was some grade A acting! How come you’re so mean to me?” Ellie pretended to fake pout; she was just gonna keep this up until you couldn’t stop yourself from responding.

You turn sad all of a sudden. “Are you crying...?” Ellie sounded surprised at the sudden change in emotions, she was trying to hold back a laugh but she didn’t want to sound mean. Ellie just watched as you sat on the couch, you really were the most unpredictable person in the world. Ellie had to try so hard not to laugh at your sudden mood change.

You look away from Ellie and continue watching the movie. Ellie decided to say something, she was very curious to know if something was wrong. Ellie didn’t know what actually made you sad or even why you were sad. “Hey umm. you alright?” Ellie asked.

You smirk.  “Now who’s the best actor here? I am!” You tease ker. Ellie turned bright red; she had been caught off guard. Her mind had been racing at what she could say as a response. Ellie decided to just accept the loss and move on, so she responded with. 

“Yeah, okay you win. You’re the best actor.” While Ellie was admitting your acting to be superior, she didn’t feel like it was the truth. You just smile.

“You look cute when you smile.” Ellie blurted out before even thinking about it. Ellie realized what she said the moment the words came out of her mouth. As soon as this happened Ellie’s cheeks turned bright red, she just smiled awkwardly while she waited for a response.

“You think I’m cute?” Ellie felt herself so embarrassed but didn’t want to deny that she meant what she said. Ellie took a second to think before responding to your comment. “Yes, I’m sorry it’s just you look kinda cute and I don’t know... I just feel like I have to be honest.” Ellie said while her face still remained red.

“You look cute all flustered like this.” Ellie was not expecting you to continue flirting. She turned even more red; she felt her face burning as her emotions started to go crazy. Ellie was actually really flustered, she felt herself turning red even more.

“I-… um, thanks.” Ellie finally stuttered. She wanted to say much more but it was difficult to talk when her face was almost as red as a tomato! You chuckled softly and continued watching the movie. Ellie was glad that you just laughed, but since if you kept trying to flirt, Ellie would’ve turned into a mess.

“Hey um… can I say something?” Ellie eventually asked. She knew that the answer would be no, but she still wanted to say what she was gonna say.

“Yeah?” You respond.

“Okay this is probably gonna sound a bit strange, but I think you’re actually really cute.” Ellie looked at you and spoke, her face was still red but that was ok. She wasn’t gonna just hold it back, she wanted you to know. Ellie was glad she said it in the end, even if you completely rejected her, she felt good not keeping it inside. You blushed. Ellie was expecting so many different reactions, maybe you would smile, say no , laugh or be mad. Ellie never thought she would see you actually blush! Ellie watched as you turned a bit red, her face lit up as she smiled at you once again. Ellie was so happy that you blushed, she didn’t even care if you didn’t feel the same way about her. Just seeing your reaction made Ellie’s day a lot better.

“Oh, shut up!” You pushed Ellie playfully. Ellie laughed; she thought that your reaction was hilarious even though you were trying to sound mean at the time. Ellie pushed you back and tried to be mean back, although she didn't think she succeeded that much. “Am I too cute for you to handle?” Ellie said in a mocking tone. She now had a wide grin on her face, she was having a lot of fun.

“Just watch the movie!” You smiled looking back at the tv. Ellie knew that it would be best to just watch the movie, so that’s what she did. Ellie turned back to the TV and watched as the movie continued playing. Ellie had been enjoying herself a lot, the movie was scary but she was having fun with you. She noticed that you hadn’t tried to flirt with her again, but that was ok. Ellie was having fun in the current situation; she hadn’t planned this but everything was going better than she could’ve imagined.

You glance at Ellie to see if she’s scared. Ellie was doing a pretty good job at pretending to be scared, she wanted to see if you believed it. All of the horror scenes made her jump and she kept glancing over at you too. Ellie was hoping that after the movie you would say that she was acting. You noticed Ellie getting scared. During the last scene in the movie Ellie got the biggest scare, she actually yelled out loud in the middle of it. Ellie sat there not knowing how you were gonna react to her acting. she was doing her best to pretend to be scared when she actually wasn’t. The way she reacted did seem a bit over the top, but she figured it was fine. Ellie just looked at you and waited patiently for a response.

You laughed as soon as Ellie jumped. Ellie looked over at you when she started laughing. She now knew that you just didn’t believe a single bit of her act, but it was still ok because it was fun to do. Ellie laughed and was glad that you were laughing as well, she didn’t want this movie watch session to end yet.

“Hey ..” Ellie said, trying to get you to speak again.

“What?”

“Can we watch another movie?” Ellie asked in a soft voice, she was getting a bit nervous. Ellie wanted to keep enjoying herself by watching movies with you, but she had no idea how you would respond to the question she just asked. Ellie didn’t wanna sit in silence, she was gonna watch another movie with you no matter what.

“I think you’re enjoying my company after all.” You say in a slightly teasing tone.

“Yeah, I am.” Ellie said. She wasn’t lying. Ellie really liked you, you was the first person Ellie had ever liked this way. Ellie felt her heart beating rapidly as she waited patiently for you to put on another movie.

“What movie are you gonna put on next?”  No matter what you decided, Ellie was gonna watch the movie with yor. Ellie liked spending time with you and if it kept going like this , she might fall hard for you.

You were a bit surprised at Ellies response. Ellie watched as you seemed kind of surprised by her honesty, Ellie was too nervous to speak, she just looked at you and waited for her to say something else, she really wanted to know what movie you were watching next. Ellie was just happy that you weren't mad, that was the only thing she was worried about before she admitted her honesty. Ellie’s heart was beating a million miles an hour, this was one of the most important moments in her life.

“What about some cartoons? “ You tried to seem chill about the whole thing.

“Uhm… sure?” Ellie was confused about why you  were suggesting cartoons but she didn’t mind. She just liked being in your company and spending the evening with you by her side. Ellie watched as you put on the cartoon, she didn’t wanna take any of the attention away from you. But Ellie couldn’t resist a moment more to ask you a question. “Hey…  How come you want to watch cartoons?” Ellie asked in a tone that was a bit softer than usual.

“I always liked animation movies.” Ellie smiled at you as you spoke, she was now really happy that you liked cartoons.

“Alright then!” Ellie said as she looked over at the tv and watched the cartoon. Ellie thought that this was probably one of the best nights of her life , she was so much herself while being with you and she couldn’t imagine how much more there was to come in the future. Ellie looked over at you again to see if you would say anything else. “What do you like?” You asked her, watching the tv.

“About cartoons?” Ellie looked at you, she really didn’t think you even cared about what she liked about cartoons. Ellie thought you just wanted to watch cartoons and didn’t want to know what she loved about them. Ellie decided to say what she loves about cartoons anyway. “Well, I kinda just love everything about them! They have the best plot and animation! I love how they can tell stories with so many morals and lessons!” Ellie explained, her eyes were sparkling while she spoke.

“I know right? Everyone thinks cartoons are just for kids.” You respond enthusiastically.

“I know right!? Cartoons are amazing and not just for kids! There are so many different types of cartoons!” Ellie was very passionate about cartoons and could go on for hours about how amazing they are. Ellie was still trying to learn more about you, and now she knew what you liked. Ellie was so happy that she found someone who loved shows the same way she did. “You gotta tell me your favorite cartoon now, don’t leave me hanging.” Ellie said jokingly.

“Arcane, definitely.” You responded with a serious tone.

“You like Arcane!?” Ellie looked over at you, she wasn’t sure if she heard her answer right. Ellie loved Arcane; she couldn’t even explain how much she loved the show. Ellie wanted to know everything about your opinion on arcane. The fact that you loved arcane made her night so much better! 

“I’ve watched it more than a dozen times at least, almost know all the lines by heart.” You say a bit timid.

“You’ve watched it more than a dozen times?! You must be obsessed!” Ellie was starting to sound like a giant nerd, but she didn’t care about that one bit. Ellie just looked at you smiling after her comment. Ellie also thought that the idea of you knowing all the lines was super cute. You blushed a bit. “Yeah, maybe I’m a bit obsessed….”

Ellie couldn’t help but look at you as you blushed. She started getting the feeling that this night was turning into something amazing. Ellie also felt herself blushing, she just had to keep looking at you.

“Well, what’s your favorite episode?” Ellie asked, she liked asking questions at this point in the night, so she didn’t mind asking again. Ellie felt like you were the only person she could really open up to right now.

“Oh, I can’t really choose, but my favorite scene is when Vi and Jinx reunite.” Ellie nodded and listened to you speak, her eyes were following you.

“You can’t choose?” Ellie asked, she really liked being able to speak about arcane with you. Ellie then watched as you talked about her favorite scene in the show. The idea of the two sisters being reunited was a great scene, Ellie also agreed it could be a favorite.

“That’s actually one of my favorite scenes too, even though it felt pretty sad to watch.” Ellie said as she smiled at you.

“Yeah, I still cry every time I watch it.” You admit quietly.

“Me too, but I do love how the two of them can just forget their past problems just for a moment and be sisters again.” Ellie looked at you as she spoke, the two of them talking about their favorite parts of one of their favorite shows was something else. Ellie just continued to smile. “I still haven’t seen season 2, have you?”

“It only comes out next year, can’t wait!” You responded excited.

“Neither can I, I wanna see it soooo badly!” Ellie looked over at you and tried not to look too excited.

“We should watch it together! When it comes out.” Ellie just wanted to watch more cartoons with you. Ellie was starting to wonder what else the two of you could watch to keep this night going.

“You wanna watch more shows, right? I have a few others that I recommend…” You wait for Ellie to continue. Ellie looked at you and tried to think of shows that you might like. She went through her brain trying to make a list in her mind of everything you could enjoy. “We could watch Adventure Time; it is technically for kids but it’s amazing.” Ellie was kinda rambling at this point, she had way too many choices of what to watch. Ellie was also really curious about what you might wanna watch.

“Oh, I love Adventure Time! " and  "The Amazing World of Gumball"! " You said with a grin on your face.

“You like both? oh I can already tell I like you.” Ellie got really excited at this point, she never met someone who enjoyed the same shows as her this much. “We should watch one of them next, which one do you wanna watch first?” Ellie was trying not to freak out about how cool this night was turning out.

You tried to look cool when Ellie said she liked you, to not blush again.

“Why did you just turn red?” Ellie saw that you turned red at the comment she made and she was really confused as to why? She didn’t think you would care this much about her opinion. Ellie was kinda worried she made you mad or something, she didn’t know what to do.

“Oh, it’s nothing, let’s watch Adventure Time then.” You say quietly.

“Are you sure nothing is wrong?” Ellie was still looking at you, not sure if she made you mad or not. “Alright then let’s watch adventure time! What episode should we watch, just the next one in the series?”

“Sure.” Ellie put on the next episode on Adventure Time, she was super happy that you actually liked the show as well. She looked over and smiled at you, she didn’t even realize that she was smiling as hard as she was. Ellie knew that the night couldn’t get any better. It was starting to get late and you were getting sleepy. Ellie looked at the time and noticed that it was actually getting pretty late. Ellie didn’t want to ask you to leave just yet because she really wanted to talk to you more. Ellie decided to compromise and ask you to stay a little bit longer.

“Hey Y/N... are you tired at all? We could just watch one more episode if you want…”. Ellie just wanted to see your response. Ellie felt like she really enjoyed herself and didn’t wanna end the night yet.

“I’m a bit tired, I think I might head to bed.” Ellie’s heart started beating faster as you told her you were a bit tired. She was kinda disappointed, but that was expected at this point in the night. Ellie was hoping that you would say that you wanted to watch one last episode, even though she knew that her chances were low. Instead of pushing for you to stay, she thought it best to just respect her decision. Ellie smiled and replied back to you. “Yeah ok…. Well, um… alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow…?”

“See you tomorrow, Ellie.”

“Good night, Y/N.” Ellie tried to hide how sad she was now that it was the end of the night. Ellie could already tell that she wanted to see you again and spend more time with her. Ellie wasn’t gonna ask you to stay and talk anymore, she felt like one of her favorite nights was ending and there wasn’t much to do. Ellie was just glad she finally met someone like you.

You laid on your bed thinking of Ellie. Ellie was in her own room; her eyes were glued to the ceiling while she thought about you too. The past hour was amazing, but now that it was over and the two of you were in their own rooms… Ellie began to realize just how much she liked you. Ellie’s heart started to beat fast and she felt a feeling of warmth in her stomach as she thought about it more. Ellie felt like you were thinking about her too, even if you weren't. Ellie just laid there with a smile on her face from thinking about you.

You couldn’t go to sleep thinking about Ellie. How could you have had such a pleasant evening hating each other just the day before?

Ellie decided to text you, the idea of texting a girl just to talk to her seemed like such a new thing to her, but she wanted to continue speaking to you. Ellie quickly typed the message she wanted to send and sent it immediately after.

“Hey, I know it’s late, but I wanted to say that I really enjoyed spending tonight with you.” Ellie read the message back to herself at least ten times, she didn’t want to write anything that would weird you out.

Your phone buzzed. It was Ellie. You smiled at the text. " Me too Ellie" you responded. Ellie smiled when she saw your text. Ellie started to type another message, but wasn’t sure what to write. Ellie looked at her phone and reread her message about 10 more times. Ellie eventually went back to her blanket and laid there, she was still thinking of you. Just the idea that you also enjoyed the night was enough for Ellie to fall asleep. Ellie fell asleep with a smile on her face and couldn’t wait for the next morning.

You  got up early and walked to the kitchen to have breakfast. Ellie was still in bed, feeling lazy and cozy. Ellie wanted to spend as much time as possible in bed feeling comfortable. She didn’t really plan on doing anything today, it was just a normal weekend day after all. Ellie thought about you from time to time while in bed, she couldn’t really help herself. She was getting really attached to you after a single day together, it just felt so crazy to think about.

You wondered if Ellie was going to wake up. You ate and got dressed to go for a morning walk while Ellie still slept. Ellie eventually woke up at around 10:30 am, she was a pretty late sleeper. She wanted to go back to sleep almost immediately but a feeling in her gut made her decide to get up. Ellie didn’t have anything important to do today so being lazy didn’t matter too much. Ellie sat on her bed trying to figure out what to do today, and of course… She kept thinking about you and couldn’t get you off her mind.

You sat on a bench soaking in the sunlight.

Ellie walked outside; it was now around 11 am. Ellie didn’t really have anything to do today but still wanted to get some fresh air. She couldn’t stop thinking about You and her mind was full of thoughts about her. Ellie was hoping she saw you outside, maybe they could hang out again today. 

You kept thinking of Ellie and your conflicted feelings. Ellie felt the cold breeze hit her skin as she walked around. She was a little nervous about where to go now that she wasn’t in her room anymore. Ellie wanted to go to your room and see what was up, but she didn’t want to be too weird by showing up at her bedroom early. Ellie wasn’t really sure where to go now that she was outside and didn’t know when to stop looking for you.

You spotted Ellie walking. Ellie felt like someone was watching her, she looked over trying to figure out who it was. Ellie saw you as she looked over and her heart started to beat faster. Ellie walked over to you. “Oh, hey Y/N! I didn’t know you’d be outside this early!” Ellie’s face was as red as can be, she tried so hard not to look too excited to see you. “What’re you doing here?”

"Just soaking in a bit of sunlight.”

“Oh, alright! We’ll, uh… I was thinking maybe you wanna go do something right now? Like, we can maybe go get something to drink or we can watch something?” Ellie was trying not to sound too pushy but she really wanted to hang out with you right now.

You patted the seat next to yours on the bench for Ellie to sit. She slowly walked over to you and sat down on the bench. Ellie was a bit too happy to be sitting with you, she tried to calm herself down. Ellie felt like you two would be really close really fast if the day kept going the way it was going right now.

“This place is so calm and relaxing; I could stay here all day long!” Ellie pointed to the nearby trees and birds; she thought it was beautiful.

“It really is.” You looked around at all the trees. Ellie looked at you as she smiled, she loved how cozy the day felt. Ellie’s heart continued to beat fast as she just looked at your face. Ellie wasn’t saying a thing right now, she just wanted to enjoy the moment. “It’s really nice sitting and talking with you here.” Ellie said after a moment of silence.

You didn’t look at Ellie, not wanting to show how happy you were. Ellie felt like she made you feel uncomfortable, she tried her best to try and put you at ease. “Hey, is it ok if I sit here and talk to you? Or did you want to just sit here and relax alone?” Ellie said she felt like she might be bothering you if she tried to stay here. “We could also just talk and not look at each other if you want to...” You nodded, “It’s okay, you can stay.”

“Alright, thank you.” Ellie smiled again as she continued to just sit there with you. Ellie’s heart continued to beat fast and her face was super red. She wanted to talk more to you, she didn’t want this moment to end yet.

“So... why didn’t you like me before? I know I’m not very pleasant, but still.” Ellie thought about your question for a moment. She then looked over at you for a second and decided to just be truthful for once.

“To be honest, I didn’t really have any good reasons for not liking you…” Ellie tried to sound as honest as she could, it was nice to not lie for once. “In reality, I don’t think I could’ve ever really disliked you.” Ellie tried to hide her blushing face from you, but she didn’t know if it was working or not.

You started fidgeting with your hands, you were nervous but didn’t want to show it. Ellie noticed you fidgeting with your hands, she wondered why that was. Ellie didn’t want to embarrass you in any way , so she decided to continue the conversation and change the subject. Ellie decided to ask you another question to get her mind off of the previous subject. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Yes?”

“So, um… do you like cartoons?” Ellie was just talking about whatever came to mind to keep up with the conversation. Ellie was kinda nervous that you would see through her attempt at making small talk.

“Yes, we watched some yesterday, remember?”

“Oh, right!” Ellie laughed nervously, she was realizing how dumb she sounded just then. Ellie was nervous now, maybe you were already thinking that she was annoying? Ellie hoped you weren't annoyed already...

You saw how nervous Ellie was. She tried to just ignore how anxious she was feeling and try to act normal. Ellie was really scared that she was going to push you  away somehow and make the day really awkward. Ellie didn’t understand the reasons behind these nervous emotions she felt for you, but she also didn’t want these emotions to ruin today. Ellie felt the need to say something to keep the convo going. “Do you wanna go and watch more cartoons in my room?” Ellie said, trying to ignore her anxious mood.

“Sure Ellie. It’s starting to get cold out anyway.” Ellie smiled at you and then got up off the bench. Ellie didn’t want to force you to come into her room with her, she wanted you to choose to come inside. Ellie then turned to you and smiled. you followed Ellie as she smiled even harder, Ellie looked back at you every few seconds to make sure that you wanted to follow her to her room. Ellie couldn’t believe how well the day was going so far.

You looked around Ellie's room. Ellie’s room was a bit messy, it looked like there were just piles of clothes thrown everywhere. Ellie had no problem with this, but she wasn't sure you would be a fan of the mess in her room.  “Sorry if my room looks messy…” Ellie was afraid you would just walk out right now.

“Are these drawings yours?” You look at the wall above her bed.

“Huh? Oh yeah they are!” Ellie laughed a bit and pointed to some of her drawings in a corner in her room. Ellie was super proud of her drawings and was glad that you took a look at them. Ellie took a step closer and watched you look at her art. Ellie was glad that she showed you something about herself and was now wondering about your own art skills. “Do you like to draw or paint?”

“They are beautiful.” You say still admiring her drawings.

“Thank you, Y/N…” Ellie was really happy that you liked her drawings. Ellie wanted to try and make you show your own drawings now, she could already tell that you were probably a better artist then she was.

“Hey Y/N, do you maybe wanna show me some of your drawings?” Ellie said as she was super curious to see what you made in your free time.

“Sure, I think I took some pictures of a few with my phone.” You show Ellie your art. Ellie’s eyes brightened when you pulled out your phone. Ellie was super excited to see the drawings and was glad you would be open about your art. Ellie took a step closer to you and looked at the images on your phone. Ellie was speechless when she saw your art.

“Oh my gosh Y/N, you’re such a good artist!”

You blushed. “They’re nothing special really…”

“Oh come on Y/N, you really know how to make anything look so realistic!” Ellie kept complimenting your art, she couldn’t help herself. Ellie felt like you were way too hard on yourself and thought the art was amazing. Ellie now felt the need to try and one up you and make a better piece of art then yours. Ellie wanted to impress you so she decided to try and draw something on a piece of paper she found on her bed.

“Hey, what are you sketching there?” Ellie hid the drawing she was working on and looked over at you. Ellie then hesitated before speaking. “Oh uh… just... just a doodle...” Ellie said with a slight nervous laugh, she was starting to feel really embarrassed now. Ellie was getting really nervous that you would judge her art and end up not liking her anymore over it.

“Let me see,” You teased. Ellie felt embarrassed, you were definitely playing with her. Ellie decided to give in and show you the drawing she was working on.

“Alright… here!” Ellie showed you the drawing she was working on, she covered her face a bit so she couldn’t see your reaction to it. The drawing Ellie drew was a picture of you. Ellie got worried that you wouldn’t like it and tried to hide her smile while looking at your reaction.

You were surprised and blushed at Ellie’s drawing. Ellie felt really happy with your reaction. Ellie’s heart was beating fast, and she had a really big smile on her face. Your happiness just made everything 10 times better for Ellie. Ellie wanted to thank you for all the compliments she was getting from you. “Thank you, I’m surprised you liked my drawing of you.” Ellie smiled once again. You smiled and asked quietly. “Can I keep it?” Ellie hesitated for a second. Ellie wanted to be nice and let you have the drawing, but at the same time she wanted to keep it for herself. Ellie was conflicted for a few seconds before replying.

“Fine then...” Ellie then handed over the drawing to you. Ellie had a small smile on her face as she let you have the drawing she made of you.

“Thanks, Ellie.” Your smile grew wider.

“No problem, Y/N.” Ellie felt really happy that you liked the drawing. Ellie could tell that this was the best day in her entire life.

“Hey, uh… Y/N?” Ellie hesitated to ask. Ellie was wondering how you were so bold at times. “Can I ask you a question...?” Ellie said nervously.

“Yes?”

“How… how are you always so brave and not afraid to do or say things?” Ellie asked with a serious look on her face, she wanted an answer badly and to learn more about you. Ellie wanted to be as confident and bold as you as of right now.

“Hum... I’m not always like that…”

“But you seem so confident most of the time, you just say things and don’t let yourself hesitate.” Ellie sounded a little jealous in her tone. Ellie tried to hold in how impressed she was with your personality. Ellie felt like her whole personality was changing now just because of one person.

“I think it’s so no one really notices how anxious I am all the time.” You said, looking at the ground embarrassed. Ellie’s heart beat fast at this comment, she felt bad for you and the fact that you were always anxious in social situations. Ellie was a little shocked that you would go through all of that every time you talked to someone. “Hey Y/N, if you are ever nervous talking to people, you can always talk to me. I promise that I’ll never feel like you’re bothering me.” Ellie said with a slight smile.

“Thanks Ellie, it’s okay though.” Ellie felt even worse when you said it was alright and that you didn’t need to be anxious around her. Ellie just wanted to feel like she could help you in some way. “Hey, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you needed someone to listen to you.” Ellie sounded pretty serious about this topic. “I mean, you can tell me anything. I wouldn’t judge you no matter what you’d have to say.”

“Why are you being so nice?” You asked a bit lost in your thoughts. Ellie was surprised by the question. She was even a little shocked, she took a few seconds to think about an answer and not sound weird. “I just… I just like making people happy and I don’t want you to feel like you have no one. I feel like you’re a really cool person and I don’t wanna make you feel like no one cares about you.” Ellie smiled. “… you can ask me anything as well if you want...”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this before? I really thought you didn’t like me for the longest time…” You said fidgeting with your hands. Ellie got a little awkward hearing this. Ellie was worried this made it seem like she wasn’t interested in you this whole time. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you earlier that I liked talking to you. The main reason I didn’t is probably because I was nervous…” Ellie then went silent for a second. Ellie quickly changed the subject before too many awkward questions got asked. “So, um… can I ask you another question now?”

“Yes?” Ellie took a second before asking her question. She didn’t wanna ask you a weird question and make you uncomfortable. Ellie then decided to just ask a question about yourself. Ellie was super curious about your past and how she is the way she is. “Hey Y/N… how did you get into art?” Y/N smiled softly.

“I have always liked drawing since I was a kid I guess.”

“Oh, that’s cool Y/N.” Ellie thought it was cute that you always liked art ever since you were a kid. Ellie then looked over at you, she was now super curious about one thing that she wanted to ask you. Ellie was quiet as she thought about this question for a second. “H-hey Y/N…” Ellie hesitated to speak at first, but she got the feeling that she had to say what she was thinking. “Why were you always so mean before?”

“It's a defense mechanism, I think.” You responded, shyly. Ellie’s heart started to beat fast at that answer. She felt awful for you, she knew you probably had a rough childhood and used your defense mechanism as a way to cope with it. Ellie now just wanted to hug you, she wanted to show that she’d always care about you.

“Well… even if you feel like you need it as a defense mechanism, I can promise you that you don’t need it around me…” Ellie said while still looking at you  in the eyes. You felt nervous. Ellie kept staring at you as she saw that you were feeling anxious. Ellie was trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Ellie then decided to get even closer. She wanted to let you know that she was gonna be here for you. Ellie smiled as she said.

“Please don’t feel nervous, I’m never gonna judge you… Ever.” Ellie then leaned in and gave you a quick hug like she wanted. You looked at Ellie and smiled softly. You then touched Ellies hand. 

“Thank you.” Ellie felt even happier when you thanked her for hugging you. Ellie felt like her and you were already closer friends and that was just awesome, Ellie then realized something. She never held someone’s hand like this, at this point it seemed like the two of you were getting really close. Ellie’s cheeks turned red as she was now blushing. Ellie was quiet for a second before trying to change the subject. “I wonder what time it is right now?”

“Hmm... “ You looked at your phone to see the time. Ellie decided to also check her phone to see what time it was. Ellie was surprised to see it was already 4:00 pm.

“My goodness, the day is flying by already?! I don’t want it to end!” Ellie said jokingly. Ellie then turned to you and smiled.

“Hey Y/N… do you ever have anything more planned for today or are you just hanging around? Ellie wanted to get to know her friend a bit more.

“It’s the weekend so I don’t have anything planned.” You said casually.

“So you’re free today? Well... um... what if I ask you something then?” Ellie was very nervous at the question she was going to ask. “H-hey Y/N… d-do you maybe wanna hang out for a little bit? I-It’s ok if you don’t want to." Ellie said she was super embarrassed to ask the question but decided to do it anyway.

“Sure, I think I would like that.” Ellie was surprised when you agreed to hang out with her. Ellie could now see herself just talking and hanging out with you all day.

“Oh… t-thank you Y/N… I actually really needed this today…” Ellie gave you a bright smile as her cheeks became a little red. Ellie was really excited to spend time with you and she couldn’t wait to talk to you even more.

“Are you okay?” You asked Ellie. She was surprised at the question. Ellie didn’t even notice that her emotions must have been noticeable on her face.

“O-oh… um... yeah I’m fine… you don’t need to worry about me.” Ellie said awkwardly, her face turning even redder as she tried to hide how she was smiling at you. Ellie felt a little uncomfortable telling you how she felt, she wanted to stay away from her own emotions as much as possible.

“Oh, okay.” You said looking around the room. Ellie then had an idea, she wanted to figure out a way to change the subject. Ellie didn’t want to get all emotional again and have you notice. “Hey… I uh… have a question for you...” Ellie said while slightly hesitating.

“yes?”

“Hum… What do you like to do for fun? I mean besides art of course.” Ellie was curious about Y/N’s interests and what you liked to spend your time doing. Ellie was kinda hoping to join you in your hobby, just so she could spend more time withyou. Ellie wanted to learn more about you and now she had the perfect chance to do so.

“I love video games even though I suck at them.” You smile. Ellie was surprised when you said you loved video games. Ellie loved video games too! Ellie got really excited when she heard you liked them too, now she had another way to interact with you. “Wait .. you’re telling me that you like video games?” Ellie’s eyes lit up and she was now super happy.

“Yeah, what’s your favorite?” You asked her Ellie was so surprised this was a thing that she and you both liked. Ellie really wanted to ask if they could play games together now. Ellie thought about if she was asking too much, but then decided to ask anyway.

“O-oh uh… i uh… l-like a lot of video games actually… I-I actually really like… playing horror games.” Ellie said nervously, she was now trying to think of how you could ask you if she wanted to play video games together.

“Shall we play one together? Just be warned I’m really bad at them” You smiled.

“Oh, I don’t mind if you’re not good at them! I’m fine with it!” Ellie sounded excited in her tone, she was just happy that you agreed to play with her. Ellie felt like she was gonna be closer to you because of your gaming interests. “How about… we play one of your favorite video games first?” Ellie said with a slight smile on her face.

“How about some Mario Kart to start?” Ellie then realized that she never really played any Super Mario games before, but was very happy that she got to try out a new game for the first time. “Sounds good to me!” Ellie smiled.

“Oh, alright then. Do you wanna start?” Ellie now felt even more excited to play the game. Ellie didn’t realize this was one of your favorite games! Ellie now had a really good impression of you now; she was starting to understand what kind of person you were outside of being artistic. Ellie felt even closer to you now than she did when they first met.

“Let's go!” You both start playing.

“Heh… this already seems fun!” Ellie now understood your enthusiasm for video games. Ellie was very focused on the game and tried to get into it as much as she could. She was starting to think that this was also one of her favorite games as well. Ellie kept playing the game, she was having so much fun and she wanted to spend as much time with you . Ellie even felt like the two of you were getting a bit closer already.

“Whoa, you're definitely cheating!” You tease Ellie.

Ellie felt embarrassed after hearing you accusing her of cheating. Ellie was just trying to play the game as well as she could. Ellie tried to defend herself. “Hey! I’m not cheating! I just… I’m just good at playing the game!” Ellie sounded like she was joking, but she really wasn’t cheating. Ellie didn’t want you to think she was cheating on this Super Mario game.

You laughed. “Just messing with you!” You nudge Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie was happy that you laughed. Ellie had a big smile on her face and even giggled a bit when she got nudged by you. Ellie then nudged your shoulder as well. She was then silent as she kept playing the game. Ellie won. She was proud that she won, but at the same time felt bad for you that she lost. Ellie thought about asking you to play again right now. Ellie didn’t wanna brag about winning.

“Hey Y/N… can we play again?” Ellie asked with a nervous smile on her face.

“Okay, but I'm going to win this time, just you wait!” Ellie smiled at you and just knew that it was gonna be super fun. Ellie liked how confident and competitive you were. Ellie got her controller ready and was excited to play! She then decided to get the game started and the characters picked. Ellie decided to go with her favorite character, Luigi! She got ready to try her hardest to win this time. Ellie was silent as she got ready for the game to start again. You chose Peach and then started the game.

Ellie was super focused, she really wanted to win so she tried her absolute hardest to not make any mistakes. Ellie looked out for any power ups or any good opportunity she could use to her advantage to win this game and beat you. Ellie was silent as she was playing this time. Ellie’s smile faded once she made a mistake and was now trying to recover. Ellie felt a bit nervous as she didn’t know if she was gonna win this time. You were in the lead, smiling.

Ellie’s eyes filled with worry as she saw that you were in the lead and winning. Ellie couldn’t help but try her hardest to get it back from her. Ellie was still a little nervous that she wasn’t gonna win this time. She tried to do everything in her power just to try and catch up with you and win the game. Ellie’s face was filled with concentration as she kept.

You stuck her tongue out in concentration. Ellie was trying not to laugh when she saw you sticking your tongue out in concentration. Ellie tried to hold back and focus on the game and winning. Ellie was in close second place in this game now though. Ellie’s heart started beating faster as she was a little excited that she was this close to winning the game. Ellie stayed quiet still for now and focused on playing. Ellie was super excited and nervous at the same time.

You won the game and jumped excitedly as it ended Ellie felt her heart beat quickly when she lost. Ellie was so close to winning but then got beat at the end! She felt a mix of emotions when the game ended. Ellie’s face was a mix of shock and disappointment. Ellie was not only happy she got to spend time with you but a little sad she didn’t win the game. 

You celebrated for a bit and tripped landing on Ellie, her face grew bright red. Ellie felt surprised when you tripped and fell onto her and felt a bit embarrassed. Ellie then started laughing a little when she saw that your face turned bright red. Ellie could now see your real face, it was super cute. Ellie’s face was a mix of embarrassment and laughing while smiling at you. She felt a little hot and got nervous.

You quickly recomposed herself, embarrassed. “Sorry about that.”

Ellie still smiled and said: “O-oh it’s completely fine...” Ellie then realized how close her face was to yours. Ellie quickly turned her head away from yours just so she wouldn’t get too embarrassed. Now Ellie’s face was bright red too. You sat, both really nervous. Ellie felt like it got super silent all of a sudden. She couldn’t help but feel nervous after what just happened. Ellie was wondering how she could continue this conversation and get rid of the awkward atmosphere.

You relaxed a bit and held Ellies hand looking straight ahead at the tv, still nervous. Ellie was stunned to be honest when you suddenly decided to hold her hand.  Ellie’s face felt really hot as she had no clue how to respond to this situation. For now, Ellie stayed silent. Ellie then started to play with your hand a little bit. Ellie wanted to make you even more comfortable and closer to her.

You felt Ellies touch and got butterflies. Ellie felt like she was melting. Ellie liked holding your hand and it felt really nice. She then held your hand a little closer to her chest. She liked the feeling of having you so close to her now and didn’t wanna break this precious moment. Ellie was quiet as she still played with your hand a little bit.

You got really nervous and took your hand back. “Sorry. huh... I think I should go...”

Ellie felt her stomach sink to hear that. Ellie felt hurt when you took your hand away. She was now left silent and felt like she could say anything to get you to stay with her. Ellie’s eyes looked at you but she didn’t say anything for now. She was just waiting for you to say something…

“I’m sorry, I... see you tomorrow yeah?” You left her room feeling super anxious about what happened and headed to your own bedroom.

Ellie was shocked to see you leave. She was super confused about why you left so suddenly. Ellie was scared that she did something wrong and wanted you to know she cared about you. Ellie didn’t want you to leave at all.

You couldn't believe how close you and Ellie had been. You closed your bedroom door and sat down playing the moment in your head. Ellie then slowly got up from the couch and knocked on your door. She was worried about you and wanted to make sure you were alright. Ellie just couldn’t bring herself to leave her friend like this. “Y/N… are you okay? Please...” Ellie hesitated for a bit. “Can I come inside?”

You don't respond waiting for Ellie to go away. Ellie didn’t wanna leave you just like that. Ellie kept knocking on the door for a bit before finally deciding to just open the door herself. Ellie felt kind of bad for opening the door without any permission but she just didn’t want to leave you alone like that. Ellie was quiet as she just didn’t wanna say anything wrong. “I’m sorry for just opening the door like that...”

You looked up, nervous. Ellie kept her eyes on you and said. “Y/N… can you please tell me what happened? Why did you just leave like that? It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it but please… tell me what happened.”

Ellie looked worried when talking to you. Ellie still wanted to know what happened but she also didn’t want to push you too much. She was now silent while waiting for a response.

You didn’t know how to respond.  “I think I just got too anxious. Ellie saw that you were kinda embarrassed and anxious. Ellie realized that she definitely put some pressure on you asking you stuff. She then tried to lighten the tone a bit.

“Oh, it’s alright… you don’t have to tell me anything…  I just don’t wanna do anything that ends up hurting your feelings or making you feel a little anxious.” Ellie smiled sweetly at you and looked a little worried.

“Thanks, Ellie. We'll talk tomorrow, okay? “ You wanted to be alone to calm down right now

Ellie saw you and nodded her head. Ellie understood that you  just needed to be left alone for now. Ellie didn’t really wanna leave you but understood why she had to do it. She let out a small sigh. “Okay... see you tomorrow, Y/N.” Ellie walked out and closed the door behind her.

You let out a long sigh when the door closed.

Ellie walked back to her room as well and then sat down on her bed. She just felt a bit disappointed in herself. She wondered, “What did I do wrong this time?” Ellie just tried to be nice to you and it ended up like this… Ellie just couldn’t comprehend what made you leave. Ellie just felt a bit scared she might not even be friends with you anymore …

You got in bed and tried to sleep. Ellie got into bed as well but couldn’t sleep. Ellie felt even more anxious and worried about what she did. She realized she had to do something or else the tension between her and you wouldn’t get fixed at all. Ellie then got up and decided to go over to your room to talk. Ellie couldn’t just wait around and do nothing and wanted to apologize as quickly as possible. Ellie didn’t wanna wait until morning…

You heard a knock at your door. Ellie waited a few seconds before knocking again at the door. She just hoped that you would answer and let her in already. Ellie really wanted to talk to you and see if all the tension between the two of them could just be fixed. She kept knocking for a few more seconds waiting for you to answer.

“Yes?”

“Can I please come in?” Ellie sounded so nervous. She was almost begging for you to just let her inside already. Ellie thought of you as a close friend and this was the last person she wanted to upset.

“Yes, come in Ellie.” You sat up in your bed. Ellie quickly walked inside and closed the door. Ellie went to go sit next to you and just had to try and explain herself. Ellie’s face was filled with concern. “Y/N… can I... talk about what happened before? Please I just….” Ellie froze for a second and didn’t say anything for a bit, she just didn’t wanna mess anything up again.

“It's my fault. I’m sorry.” You said hugging your own legs. Ellie looked surprised to see you blame yourself. Ellie then decided to at least try and assure you it’s not her fault.

“No Y/N… please. This isn’t your fault at all. You don’t have to worry.” Ellie smiled at you and just wanted to make you know everything was alright. Ellie stayed silent for a bit. “Can I please just know why you suddenly left like that?”

“I never... I never held someone’s hand like that and I got scared I think...” Ellie felt super surprised to hear what you just said. She then felt a bit confused but also interested at the same time.

“Y/N… What do you mean? Have you never held someone’s hand before?” Ellie felt a little shocked to say this. Ellie looked at you  with a confused look on her face.

You looked down. “No, I know you’ve had a few relationships but I’ve never done anything like this before.” Ellie had her suspicions that you didn’t really have this kind of experience at all. “… so let me get this right. You had never held anyone’s hand… especially another girl…?” Ellie’s face was filled with curiosity now. Ellie looked at you and expected a response.

You nodded embarrassed. Ellie now felt kind of bad for you as she could tell you were feeling embarrassed about this. “Oh wow… so I guess I was sort of your first person to do that with?” Ellie asked while smiling at you. 

“Yeah, you were... and I felt too overwhelmed…” Ellie looked at you for a few seconds. She was surprised to hear that she was your first girl to go this far with. Ellie felt more concern hearing this come from you. She didn’t know how to respond. Ellie saw your face turn bright red, almost as if you were blushing. Ellie was thinking of ways to comfort and make you feel more comfortable again. She didn’t want to have anything awkward or uncomfortable like this happen again between you.

“Y/N… you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m here for you if you need it.” Ellie said, looking at you. Ellie knew she couldn’t say any more words to make you feel better. She knew words wouldn’t really change anything. Ellie didn’t wanna leave you alone like this because she didn’t wanna hurt your feelings. She was kinda scared to say anything now.

“I’ve never been with a girl before. I had a boyfriend or two but realized I didn’t really like boys.”

Ellie felt curious to know more details. “Oh… if you don’t mind me asking, what made you realize you didn’t like boys anymore?”

“Never felt attracted to them but I tried since it seemed to be what everybody did.” Ellie felt sad to hear that you didn’t feel that attraction when it came to boys but Ellie understood why you would’ve tried it out since it seems like a lot of people did it too. “Oh… I’m sorry to hear that you felt like you had to try those kinds of things just because everybody else did it.” Ellie paused for a second. “Did you ever feel attracted to me at all?”

You blushed when Ellie asked that. Ellie smiled when she saw you blushing at her question. “Y/N… do you wanna know why I asked you that question?” You looked at Ellie waiting for her to speak. “Well, I’m gonna be honest with you here… I felt kinda attracted to you myself.” Ellie looked down at her lap feeling nervous when saying this. Ellie was almost red at this point, she was so nervous about how you would respond to her statement. You blushed even more as if  that could be possible. You did know what to respond, but you had had a crush on Ellie since forever. You just hid it really well.

“Y/N… can I tell you something?”

“Yes Ellie”? You asked nervous.

Ellie took a deep breath before saying what she wanted to say. She was shaking a bit due to the nervousness. “Y/N… I have to say… I’ve had a crush on you… for a while now…” Ellie waited to see your response to this. Ellie was starting to sweat. She was so nervous.

You looked Ellie in her green eyes. Ellie didn’t really know what to say next when she met your eyes.  “Y/N… I wanna let you know that I’ve felt like this for quite a while and I feel so lucky that I can be friends with you.” Ellie  felt like she just couldn’t look away from your eyes. She felt her heart beating loudly against her chest. 

“So... that was why you were always teasing me before?” You smiled. Ellie just nodded yes when you asked her. Ellie smiled shyly again when you smiled at her for that comment. She felt like she could get closer to you again.

Ellie then put her arm around you as she smiled and then slowly pulled you closer to her. Ellie then hugged you before saying. “I’m so glad you’re my friend…”

You got caught by surprise when Ellie hugged you at first but then you  hugged Ellie back. She then started to lean on you a little bit. Ellie was feeling so comfortable and relaxed now. Ellie just wanted to be closer to you. Ellie now laid her head on your chest as she also felt your arm lay on top of her. She then decided to move her head to your neck before saying. “Your neck feels so soft….” Ellie said this in a very gentle but also teasing way, she smiled sweetly again.

“Ellie, this is a lot to process.”

Ellie looked up at you again, she was now holding your hand. “Hey… don’t worry too much about it alright? I’m glad you at least know what I feel for you now. You don’t have to say anything either. Just know that I’m here for you if you need anything… always!”

You look at Ellie sweetly. Ellie smiled back and just kept holding your hand as she now wanted to cuddle with you a bit. Ellie wanted to sit you on her lap. “Come on… let’s cuddle a little bit.” Ellie said while pointing towards her lap in a sweet way.

You sat closer to Ellie as she then gently pulled you onto her lap. Ellie was starting to gently rub your back. She whispered to you. “I’m glad I can finally cuddle you and hold you this close… I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”

You melted into the cuddle not really believing this was happening right now. Ellie continued to cuddle with you as she felt pretty happy. “Y/N…. Can I say something?”

“What is it?”

“… I’ve always wanted to cuddle with you and just wanted to be close to you forever… I even imagined things like this but always thought it would never happen. And now that it’s actually happening … I can’t believe it. I’m just so happy right now.” Ellie’s face had the biggest smile ever. Ellie looked at you again while still cuddling. Ellie wanted to say more stuff but didn’t want it to be too much for you.

You blushed more and your heart was beating really fast. Ellie could tell that you were feeling nervous and shy at this moment. She decided to whisper something so she put her lips very close to your ear and just whispered. “You’re honestly the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Ellie then slowly kissed you on the neck. Ellie felt her heart racing too.

You almost jumped as Ellie kissed your neck. Ellie stopped for a moment and looked at you. Ellie pulled you towards her and started to kiss you on the lips. She was starting to feel a bit light headed. You were surprised by the kiss at first. After a few seconds you kissed Ellie back. But you were really nervous though.

Ellie kept kissing you as she wanted to express all her feelings. Ellie just felt so overwhelmed by the feelings right now and she didn’t wanna hide it from you anymore. Ellie’s face was now completely red due to the amount of blushing. She loved every moment of this kiss.

You broke the kiss. She was a bit flustered. “Ellie... I...”

“What is it?” Ellie looked really surprised to hear you say “Ellie…” like you just had to say something. Ellie was just a bit confused. Ellie now thought of another thing to say.“Y/N… that was the best kiss ever.” Ellie said this in a really soft and romantic tone.

Your heart felt like it was going to jump right out of your chest as Ellie said that. Ellie then got closer and gently started to kiss you again. Ellie’s face was still red. She just wanted to keep expressing how she felt and showing you how much she loved you.

“Ellie.... I’m... I think I’m not ready for more yet... this is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve never done this before...”

Ellie was pretty surprised when you said this as she thought of how she was the one who wanted to keep doing it. “Oh… well it’s fine… you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do alright?” Ellie tried to sound as sweet and gentle with her tone as possible.

You went back to hugging Ellie. She hugged you back as tightly as possible. Ellie’s face was still red as she hugged you. Ellie just kept her lips near your ear as she whispered. “Thank you… thank you so much…” Ellie continued to hug you as she was still very happy.

“Ells I think maybe we should go to sleep. It's late.”

Ellie thought for a second, she didn’t wanna leave you yet. “You’re right… but can I at least lay my head on your shoulder for the night? Can I please stay with you a bit more?” Ellie was now trying to convince you to let her stay with her a little longer.

“Okay. “ You agreed. You both laid in your bed and Ellie put her head on your shoulder before going to sleep. Ellie was feeling happy but also kinda tired at the same time. She was now falling asleep with a smile on her face from what just happened a little while ago. 

You fell asleep feeling happy. You couldn’t believe Ellie liked you. Ellie couldn’t stop smiling as she was laying down with you. Ellie was starting to think if she should kiss you again but decided not to since it was late. She looked up at the ceiling and just started to slowly drift into a deep sleep.

As the morning came Ellie slowly opened her eyes. Ellie then realized she was in your bed. Ellie was pretty surprised as she sat up while covering herself with the sheets. She looked over at you to see if she was awake yet or not. You were still asleep. Ellie then decided to lie back down on your shoulder and just watched you as you slept. Ellie was really curious to know what you were thinking about. You seemed like you were dreaming about something.

Ellie continued to watch you as you slept trying to get any idea of what was happening in your dream. She was just very curious but also didn’t want to wake you up just yet. Ellie was really just hoping you were having a good dream at least.

Your breaths start getting heavier. Ellie noticed then took a deep breath before saying something. “Hey there… Are you starting to wake up?” Ellie wanted to know if you were finally waking up. Ellie was really hoping you were still having a good dream though. You make an uncomfortable face while still asleep.

Ellie noticed you making some kind of face. Ellie then gently shook your shoulder to see if you would fully wake up. Ellie didn’t want you to have a bad dream or be uncomfortable. You were having a nightmare. Ellie didn’t wanna have you wake up and remember this nightmare. Ellie kissed you on the cheek. Ellie looked for your reaction to the kiss, she hoped this could cheer you up. You opened her eyes and were surprised and almost scared to see Ellie looking at you since you normally sleep alone. Ellie quickly gave a reassuring smile as she noticed you woke up and looked at her. “Hey… I noticed that you weren’t having such a good dream. It’s okay… you’re awake now. You don’t have to be worried when I’m around you alright.” Ellie  smiled again before kissing your cheek. Ellie wanted to cheer you up as soon as possible.

You eventually calmed down. “Good morning, Ellie.”

Ellie then started to feel a bit awkward since she wasn’t sure what to say now after you spoke to her.

“Good morning… Are you feeling alright now?” Ellie still wanted you to feel okay. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, you?”

Ellie felt pretty happy to hear that you were now feeling okay. “Yeah, I’m feeling alright… I was a bit worried after I noticed that you were having a nightmare.” Ellie waited for your response again after she said that. She wanted to know if you were alright now or not.

You stop for a moment remembering your nightmare, You didn’t really want to talk about it. “I’m okay.”  You held Ellie’s hand. Ellie noticed that you didn’t want to talk about your nightmare. Ellie smiled at you as she held your hand.

“Well… I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a bit. Sound, okay? I’m gonna make something for both of us.” Ellie opened the door of your bedroom and walked out while blushing.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there in a few moments.” Ellie then closed the door and walked off to the kitchen to get things ready for you and her. She wanted to make a big breakfast in order to cheer you up. Ellie started to make the breakfast as she wanted things to be perfect.

You went to the bathroom and washed your face. Ellie was still in the kitchen, almost done. Ellie put the last thing in and set it down on the table. Ellie was pretty proud of what she made for you. Ellie hoped that you would like what she made. She walked into the living room.  “Hey, breakfast is ready now. Do you wanna join me?”

“I’ll be there in a minute!” You said finishing your business in the bathroom.

Ellie was pretty happy to hear that you would be joining her for breakfast. She walked up to the table and sat down just waiting for you. Ellie then grabbed a fork and started to eat some of her own breakfast. You joined Ellie, happy that she made breakfast for the two of you.

Ellie smiled at you and invited her to sit next to her. Ellie wanted to know what you thought about the food. “Y/N, try my food… I made this just for you. See if you like it.”

Ellie was a bit excited to hear your response. “It’s really good Ellie, thank you.”

Ellie smiled at you and felt happy that you liked the food. Ellie then kept eating her own food, she just liked having you so close to her. Ellie then finished eating and looked at you to see if she was done too. Ellie was just feeling happy now and a bit tired too. “I’ll be in my room now… you can find me there whenever you need me, okay?”

“Okay Ells.” Ellie then got up and walked away from the table. She was going back to her own room while trying to hold back on blushing. Ellie sat down on her bed and just kept thinking about you and what happened last night between you. Ellie was tired and decided to go to sleep. 

You clean up the table and head to her own bedroom. Ellie continued to sleep as she was feeling really tired. Ellie was now dreaming about you and was smiling a lot in her dream. She felt really happy and at peace right now in her dream.

You sat in your bed thinking about last night’s events. You were happy but conflicted at the same time. How could Ellie change so much in just a couple of days? She used to act like she hated you before every time they interacted. She still remembers all the nasty arguments they’ve had.

Ellie was sleeping deeply and  was still dreaming about you and was holding her hands while they slept. Ellie felt a lot of things for you and just wanted to be with you for the rest of her life. Ellie still kept holding onto you  in her dream. She would never let you go.

You decided to go and talk to Dina, your mutual friend. Maybe she could give some advice. You headed to Dina’s house and knocked on the door. You were thinking of what you should even say to Dina right now. You were just feeling a bit anxious and didn’t know how you could explain her situation. You waited for Dina to come to the door. “Hi Dina! Can I come in? I need some advice on something.” Dina let you come inside and closed the door behind you. Dina looked at you and was curious to see what she needed when it came to advice.. “Okay, what do you need advice on?”

“You know me and Ellie got assigned as roommates, right?”

Dina nodded as she started to speak. “Yes, of course I remember. You 2 were assigned as roommates.” Dina just kept a steady look at you.

“You know how me and her always break into fights and arguments all the time…” Dina nodded once again as she kept listening to what you were saying. Dina had a feeling she knew where this was leading to but was curious to hear you speak anyway.

“Ellie kissed me last night, Dina. I don’t know how to feel…”

Dina started to look confused as she realized that this was what this was about. “Wait… what? Ellie kissed you?” Dina was a bit surprised when she heard this because she thought Ellie hated you. Dina kept listening to you while trying to make sense of everything.

“Yeah, and she said she had a crush on me for the longest time and I can’t understand why she was always so mean to me” Dina was just really confused as to what was going on. “Wait… so Ellie has liked you for a while now?” Dina was just trying to get a better understanding of what the whole situation was like between Ellie and you.

“That’s what she told me. And you know I like girls but I’ve never been with one and don’t want this to end badly.” Dina was really listening to what you were telling her and was a bit confused on why Ellie was actually mean to you.

“Huh… So Ellie liked you for a while now and has kept it a secret?” Dina then smiled when you mentioned that you liked girls. “So… you like Ellie too then?”

“I think so, I don’t know. She seems like a whole different person right now.”

Dina then started to speak again to you. “Yeah, that is strange… Ellie didn’t really act like she liked you at all. Especially since she’s always been so mean to you. But… does that mean you want to be with her then?”

“That’s why I’m here, do you think this is a good idea?”

Dina thought about this question for a bit before she spoke. “If I’m being honest with you… I do think it sounds like a pretty good idea… just give it a try and see what happens. Just don’t try to force anything… be yourself and just think about what makes you comfortable with each other okay?” Dina just wanted you to listen to her words and know that she was always there for you.

“Thanks Dina. “ Dina invited you to her party later that day. “No problem, honey… oh, and I’m also planning on throwing a party in a couple of hours.” Dina then looked at you and waited for your response. Dina wanted to make sure you were fine with this. “You can come if you want… it’s just gonna be a few people.”

“That sounds good, I’ll see if Ellie wants to come too. “

You hug Dina. Dina hugged you back. “Alright, just see if you can bring Ellie too.” Dina then let go of you as she was still smiling. “See you later then Dins, bye! Thank you for the advice!” Dina smiled again and nodded. “No problem… talk to you later honey!” Dina then went back to her own apartment and she closed the door behind her.

You were feeling better after the talk she had with Dina about you and Ellie and were now just thinking about what Ellie really feels. You then shook your head and tried to not think about that any longer. You then started to think about what to do with the rest of her day. You get home and go to your bedroom to pick her outfit for the party.

Ellie was still feeling a bit awkward about breakfast. Ellie then sat on her bed and started to get dressed. She thought for a moment about what outfit to choose for the day. Ellie eventually decided to put on her favorite flannel and her trusty black converse. 

“Hey Ellie! Dina invited us for a party at her house in a bit. You want to come too?”

Ellie noticed that you were done putting your outfit on. “Hey, Y/N, yeah, sounds fun.” A few minutes pass and Ellie is nervous.  “Hey, are you ready to go? The party should be starting soon.”

“Almost ready!”

Ellie smiled at you and spoke. “Okay, then we ought to get going. The party isn’t that far away and I think it’s about to start.” Ellie started to walk towards the front door while also expecting you to follow her.

Ellie looks at you in your favorite dress all dolled up. Ellie then smiled and was really proud of the dress you chose. Ellie then went over to you and gently put her hand on your shoulder. “You look really beautiful… I really love that dress. It suits you really well.”

Ellie then leaned in and kissed your cheek. It was like Ellie couldn’t resist flirting with you. She felt a bit flustered around you after you kissed her last night.

“Thanks Ellie, you look nice too! Let’s go then.”

Ellie smiled again while still blushing a bit. Ellie took your hand gently and walked out of the door with you. Ellie felt a bit happy now while also feeling a bit nervous about the party. No one knew you were okay together. Everyone still thinks you two hate each other. Except Dina but Ellie doesn’t know that yet. Ellie took your hand gently and walked out of the door. Ellie felt a bit happy while also feeling nervous about what you would do while you were at the party. Ellie doesn’t know you told Dina about your kissing yesterday. Ellie continued to walk through the city streets with you right next to her.

“So, this party is just gonna be a really small event… Dina invited me earlier today to it.” You said. Ellie smiled and kept holding your hand.

“It’s gonna be fun to spend some time with friends and to relax before the day ends.”

“Yeah Ells, it’s gonna be fun, I think Jesse is going too.”

Ellie smiled again and was happy to hear that her friend Jesse was also going to be at the party. Ellie then continued to hold your hand. “Yeah, it’s gonna be fun! And it’ll be nice to see him.”

You arrive at Dina’s house. You both knocked on Dina’s door so she would let you in. After a few moments, Dina opened up the door. Dina smiled when she saw Ellie and you there. “Ellie! Y/N! You two are finally here… the party is about to start!” Dina invited both of you into her apartment. “Hi Dins! you look amazing!” You keep talking to Dina. 

Ellie doesn’t feel ready for everyone to know about you two and goes to sit in the living room. Dina smiled and nodded when she saw Ellie in the living room. Ellie sat down on a sofa and started to feel tense. Ellie was worried that you would tell everyone about your situation soon. Ellie couldn’t stop thinking about this and just kept trying to relax herself.

You and Dina started talking and Ellie couldn’t resist listening. Ellie kept listening in on what You and Dina were talking about. Ellie noticed that you were talking about how things between you and Ellie went over the past few days. Ellie felt worried as well because she didn’t want Dina telling anyone what they had just done the night before. Ellie felt a bit nervous while still keeping an ear on the conversation.

You notice Ellie looking at you. Ellie then blushed since she knew you were watching her. She then turned away while trying to stay quiet on the sofa. The music started playing as Jesse arrived with the drinks. Dina looked over at Jesse as he arrived. Ellie started to feel worried as well as she saw Jesse walk over to them.

“Hey!” Ellie greeted Jesse. “Missed you man!” Jesse smiled at Ellie as he put down the bottles he was carrying. “Hey Ellie! Nice to see you again, how’ve you been?” Jesse then looked over at you. “Come and take a drink everyone! “ Jesse said loudly. Dina and Ellie both decided to get drinks and walked over to Jesse. Ellie took a drink while she spoke. “Thanks Jesse, and I’ve been doing alright. How about you?” Ellie was smiling while she spoke and felt a bit better after having her first drink of the night. Ellie smiled a bit more as she started to talk while she was drinking. “It’s so nice to relax… I needed this. Thanks Jesse.” Ellie drank a bit more she kept smiling now.

*An hour passes*

Ellie was feeling more relaxed because she was drunk right now. Ellie was dancing to some of the music and was having fun while also watching you and Dina dance together.

Ellie spoke to Jesse. “Jesse… you know… this party is a lot of fun right? I haven’t felt this relaxed since… well... since now.”

Ellie felt like she was in her own world. She starts to forget about the past few days due to the drinking and starts dancing with another girl. Ellie was having so much fun dancing with the girl that she wasn’t thinking about what had happened the other days. Dina and you were dancing with each other and were having a good time as well. You looked at Ellie and saw she was dancing with another girl. You felt nauseous.

Ellie kept dancing with the girl who was just enjoying herself as well. Ellie was so drunk that she didn’t even notice that you were seeing her dance with the other girl. She just kept dancing with her and having a great time. Ellie then spoke to the girl she was dancing with. “Hey! You know… you’re a really good dancer…” Ellie then laughed a bit and kept dancing. They were touching bodies and almost kissing her. Ellie kept dancing with the girl and was smiling so much. She felt so free doing this right now. Ellie just kept dancing and drinking. Ellie laughed a little bit when the girl kissed her. It’s like Ellie was drunk to the point where she was forgetting that you were even there.

You ask Dina who the girl is. Dina spoke as she was dancing with you. “Oh, I only know her first name… which is Jenny. She actually works with me and asked me if she could tag along with this party.” Dina was now just keeping an eye on Ellie while dancing “I think I know her? Wasn’t Ellie in love with her at some point?” Dina then looked at you and spoke. “I’m not sure if Ellie was in love with her because Ellie never told me.” Dina then kept dancing with you as she saw Ellie drinking some more.

“Come honey, no need for you to be watching this, I’ll go give Ellie a talking.” Dina said. “I’ll be right back.”

Dina left you in the kitchen and went over to talk to Ellie. Ellie was drunk and didn’t seem to care that this was happening. The girls kept dancing while they were kissing. Ellie looked happy now as she was kissing Jenny. Dina pulled Ellie out of there and far away from the girl.  "Are you stupid or just plain mean?" Dina asked Ellie. She was still drunk and didn’t respond to Dina immediately. Ellie thought back to what she just did and couldn’t believe she did that to you.

“I-I… I don't even know what came over me… I was just thinking about Y/N and then this girl just came up and-“ Ellie started to feel a bit upset as she was remembering what she just did.

“That's no excuse!” Dina said. A few of the other people at the party heard Dina and Ellie arguing. “Dina… I’m really sorry… I-I didn’t mean for it to happen… I should’ve known better. I should’ve just controlled my feelings better…” Ellie was trying to fight back the tears that were starting to roll down her cheeks. Ellie felt so mad at herself for doing what she did. “You better tell Y/N that then!” Dina almost shouted at Ellie. Ellie then sniffled a bit and wiped her eyes as she started to calm herself down. “Yeah… I need to talk to her…” Ellie was now ready to set everything straight with you.

You had left Dina’s house in a hurry, to get away from Ellie, crying. Ellie saw you leave. She started to chase after you. Ellie didn’t want you to be crying. She managed to catch up. “Y/N, wait… let me explain… I’m really-“

Before Ellie could even finish her sentence, you turned and started to walk away again.

You stop in her tracks and look at Ellie.  "I can’t believe you just did that." You were mad and hurt.  Ellie then slowly stopped as she saw you turn to look at her. Ellie wiped her eyes and spoke. “Y/N… I was drunk and wasn’t thinking straight… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have even danced with that girl and… and I shouldn’t have kissed her.” Ellie then looked away as she felt ashamed for what she just did.

“Am I just a toy to you?  Forget it… I’m going home, just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, wait!” Ellie then tried to keep you from leaving by stepping right in front of her. “No… you’re not a toy to me… Y/N please… I… just listen to me for a moment…” Ellie then started to explain everything while she was still crying. “You… you have to believe me… I-I love you… I just couldn’t control my feelings anymore… and… I didn’t want to lie about them to you anymore…”

“Why would you do a thing like that in front of me!?” You shouted. Ellie kept crying and spoke. “I don’t know… I still don’t know why I did it… I-I just felt like it was gonna be the right choice at the time… but… you’re right… I shouldn’t have done it. I-I never wanted to hurt you like this.” Ellie started to feel really guilty for hurting you.

“You should have thought about that before!” You said, angry. Ellie kept wiping her eyes. “Oh god… I’m so stupid… I’m really really stupid, Y/N… I-I don’t deserve someone like you after everything I just did to you.” Ellie just kept feeling guilty. 

“And I know you used to like you or maybe you still do, just stay away from me and go to her since you are so eager.” You started crying.

“I-I don’t like her… anymore that is… I… I only like you now Y/N… please… just give me a chance to… to fix all this… please… I-I love you… I don’t want to hurt you and… and I don’t want to lose you…” Ellie kept trying to reason with you just to get one last chance to make everything right with her. You walk home.

“Y/N, please wait… please… I still love you… Don’t leave me like this…” Ellie was still trying to get a last chance to fix all of this…  Ellie was still holding out on the hope that things could be better between You two.

“And I can't believe I have to live in the same house as you, just do what you want but don’t bother me.” You said sadly. Ellie got the feeling you didn’t want to talk to her. She started to let you leave so that you could just have some space. Ellie was still hurt and crying a bit. She felt like she had lost you after this.

You get home and go directly to your room.

Ellie just stayed outside the house for a few more minutes as she kept wiping away her tears. She then finally went back inside to her room. Ellie just laid on her bed and kept crying. Ellie couldn’t believe how things turned out in the end… She lost you because of her foolish decision. She gets up from bed and walks to your door. Ellie tries to talk to you and knocks at your bedroom door. She kept knocking gently. Ellie  waited a few moments before knocking again. She was trying her best to be gentle and didn’t want to upset you even more. “Y/N? I-it’s me… Ellie… I-if you wanna… c-can I come in please?” Ellie opened the door cautiously then walked into your room and shut the door behind her. Ellie turned to face you. “I-I… I just wanted to say one more thing to you now that I’m sober… I-if you’ll listen to me, I mean…”

“What do you want?” You ask crying.

“I… I just wanted to say sorry… and… I hope you can forgive me for what just happened…” Ellie wiped her eyes and didn’t know what to do now. She was scared that you wouldn’t accept her apology and that Ellie had permanently ruined the relationship between you.

“I need time to think.” You say in a low and sad tone.

“T-take all the time you need…” Ellie just continued to stand in your room. She didn’t know what else to say or do right now. All Ellie wanted was to fix everything between her and you. Ellie was scared that if she were to leave the room right now that you wouldn’t forgive her. Your face was red from crying, and you did not look at Ellie.

Ellie felt really bad about seeing you like that and she wasn’t sure if she did the right thing by trying to talk to you. Ellie’s face was also a bit red from crying earlier and she didn’t want you to see her like that. Ellie tried to look everywhere but you. “Y/N? I… I-I’m really sorry… I- I… I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore after what just happened…”

“Why did you do it?” You ask sadly. Ellie felt like crying but then started to explain to you again. “Like I said… I-I can’t control my feelings… I just thought that dancing with her and… and-“ Ellie then just remained silent for a few seconds as she didn’t want to say more. 

“and?” You ask sadly.

Ellie then looked back at you. “And… I don’t know… I-I thought doing that would be alright…” Ellie started to feel tired and was just confused and didn’t know what her feelings meant anymore. She sighed. “Y/N… I… don’t know why I did all of this now that I’m more sober. I-I just want everything to be okay again…”

“Do you like her?” You asked quietly. Ellie just remained silent for a few moments as she was thinking about it. “No… I don’t like Jenny… I only like you now.” Ellie was starting to calm down.

“Why did you kiss her?” You were really hurt by Ellie's actions. Ellie felt scared for a moment then took a deep breath before she spoke. “I was drunk… and I didn’t mean for it to happen… I should’ve known better though… I-I just thought that would’ve been what I should do then… I was being stupid…” Ellie just didn’t want you to hate her. Ellie felt bad for how dumb she was just a few moments ago.

“Why did you treat me so badly before all this?” You ask her, tears falling down your face.

Ellie looked down at the ground. “I-I… I just- I just thought I should ignore that I liked you… I didn’t want to ruin things between us when I told you how I felt… b-but…” Ellie was starting to feel more of her emotions come back. Ellie started to feel sad. “I just made it worse in the end… I should’ve just told you the truth right away…” Ellie was really starting to worry. She was scared that she might’ve ruined the relationship between her and you. She went back to sitting down on your bed, she was too tired to stand now. “Y/N? …Please let me make this up to you…”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You say angry.  Ellie started to think for a moment. She didn’t know how she was gonna make up for what she just did. She just kept sitting there not saying anything for a long time. Ellie was scared and didn’t know what to do,  then looked up at you as if she was about to say something. She wanted to make things right with you but she didn’t know how to do it.

You wipe your tears away. “Y/N?” Ellie spoke again “I know I can’t make things up to you right now but… I want you to know that I don’t like Jenny… I only like you… ok?” Ellie felt bad that you were still crying. Ellie just wanted to do something to make you happy again. You looked at Ellie very seriously.  Ellie was looking back at you but she felt a bit scared. She didn’t want to say anything to offend you anymore but she also wanted to help make you feel better. “Y/N? … I-I …” Ellie seemed to have an idea to make you feel better again. You continued looking, waiting for her to talk. Ellie stood up and walked towards you. She was going to take a risk right now and she was a bit nervous.

“Y/N? … Can I kiss you?” Ellie was waiting for your answer on this… she didn’t know if you would allow her to kiss her because of everything that just happened.

You looked sad and surprised at Ellies words? Ellie felt afraid as she kept waiting for you to respond. Ellie could feel her heart beating in her chest as she thought this could ruin things more than if she hadn’t just asked you. She couldn’t bear to mess up with you again. She started to get a feeling in her gut that you were gonna say no to her. “Please? … I-I need this right now… I-I hope you still feel the same way about me… please…”

You looked up at Ellie, still very sad. Ellie was  really close to you and she could feel her heart beating in her chest. Ellie was afraid but she also felt like she had to make her first move now because she didn’t want to ruin what was left with you. Then she leaned in and went in for the kiss. Ellie felt her lips touch yours and she felt so relieved that you let her kiss you.

You kissed Ellie back, still crying. Ellie started to kiss harder, she got the feeling that you were crying but she couldn’t tell if it was because you were still hurt or just happy. She kept kissing you and was beginning to hold you closer. Ellie kept feeling like she needed to hold onto everything she could with you or else she’d lose her forever.

You melted into the kiss and put her arms around Ellie. Ellie then kept kissing you for a while. She felt so happy. Ellie started to hug you tighter and she didn’t want this to end anytime soon.

Ellie then decided to sit down on the bed with you and she kept kissing you om. You let Ellie take the lead since she's done this before and you haven't. Ellie kept kissing you and the more she kissed her the happier she felt. Ellie felt so lucky that you were giving her another chance. Then Ellie started to kiss you on the neck a little bit and started to take things a little further… 

“Ellie.., i... I've never done this before.”

Ellie felt a bit confused. “What- wait… what… d-did you mean that… Y/N?” Ellie thought she just heard it wrong. Ellie was wondering if you meant she never kissed anyone before? Or if that meant something else?

“I never... had…” You were embarrassed to say the word.” I’ve never had sex.... “ You said this very very quietly .” I’m still a virgin.....”

Ellie’s face got red as she thought she heard you right. “W-wait… really?… I-I… you…”

Ellie was so in love right now. She kissed you back harder and for a much longer time. She pulled you close to her, Ellie just couldn’t stop kissing your lips. Ellie was starting to kiss you on the neck. She felt so happy, she was enjoying this way too much and she didn’t want to stop.

You let out tiny moans as you felt Ellie kiss her neck. Ellie then pulled you even closer towards her, pushing you up against her. Ellie started to kiss your lips again for a while. She put her hands on your cheeks, holding your face. Ellie felt like doing this forever but… she knew she couldn’t, she didn’t want to get too into it.

Ellie then pulled back from the kiss and was breathing heavily. Ellie looked at you as you looked at Ellie wondering why she stopped. Ellie then started to say something.

“Y/N… I… I wanna do something with you now… are you ready for it?” Ellie was nervous to say those words but she just wanted to make you happy. You nodded in agreement and kissed Ellie again. Ellie then smiled. She felt so happy. Ellie was so ready… Ellie then put you on the bed. You two felt really close to each other. Ellie started to kiss you on the lips again and put her hands all over you. It was getting passionate and exciting.

You tried taking Ellie’s shirt off, she then helped you  by taking her own shirt off. You looked at Ellie’s body amazed by how much more attractive she was without clothes on. Ellie couldn’t say anything right now… then started to kiss you again. On your neck and more all over her body. Ellie then went back to kissing your mouth. 

You were starting to feel her core heating up under your dress. Ellie kept on kissing you all over your body. Ellie wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. She was beginning to feel more and more excited. Ellie went back to your mouth and started to kiss you passionately again.  Ellie then kissed your legs and up your thighs. Ellie kept on kissing you, going higher. Ellie felt like she was about to… do the unthinkable.

Ellie was now taking off your dress slowly. You felt shivers and Ellie noticed. She then started taking your dress off quicker. Ellie notices the wet patch on your underwear. Ellie suddenly looked away. She felt embarrassed and didn’t want to embarrass you. You blushed a bit.

Ellie could see you were embarrassed. Ellie started to feel ashamed. Ellie could feel her face get hot. Ellie felt like she needed to explain herself. “Y/N… I-I’m so sorry… I-I… I wasn’t trying to look… I… I just… I guess I got a bit carried away… please don’t think I’m weird… I…”

“No, it’s okay Ellie.” Ellie felt a bit relieved. “Y/N… d-do you forgive me?” Ellie felt like she had to know if you were still okay with her. You were a bit surprised by Ellie’s words. “I’m still hurt Ellie, but I do forgive you.” Ellie was still feeling ashamed but… she was at least relieved that you weren't mad at her anymore. “Y/N… w-we’ll… I… I… I wanna make you happy again…” Ellie was feeling a bit nervous again. You kissed Ellie as to calm her down

Ellie wasn’t expecting that. Ellie felt calmer as you kissed her again to help her feel better. Ellie was slowly forgetting about what she did. Ellie felt a bit better after you kissed her again and pulled you closer to her. She was enjoying this with you, she felt so loved again. You put your hand on Ellie’s abbs. Ellie looked down at your hand on her skin. She then put her hands on your face again.

Ellie was feeling so happy. Ellie was kissing you over and over all over her body. She was starting to get more excited. You were loving this. Ellie kept on kissing you as if she couldn’t stop anymore. Ellie was feeling so excited and you were enjoying it too. Ellie was just too happy to stop doing this.

Your dress was pulled up and Ellie could see your underwear. Ellie couldn’t believe what she was doing. “Y/N, I… um…”

Ellie was feeling a bit scared. She pulled herself away from you. Ellie was feeling worried that she was taking things further than you wanted to go.

“What’s wrong? “ You got a bit embarrassed and covered herself with the dress's skirt.

Ellie felt embarrassed as well. “W-oh nothing… s-sorry Y/N… I was just going a bit too fast, I…” Ellie was really nervous. She felt like she went too far for you to handle. Ellie didn’t know what was going to happen now.

“I was liking it...”

Ellie felt a bit surprised. “Y/N… w-wait… you… you did like what I was doing…?”

“Yes…” You blushed.

Ellie was blushing too. Ellie didn’t realize you liked what she was doing to you. “Y/N… can I keep going?” You nodded, eager to kiss Ellie again.

Ellie then smiled and got closer to you. She then started to kiss You again. Ellie’s kissing got more passionate as she kissed you more and more. Ellie felt like she couldn’t get enough of you…

You got on top of Ellie whilst kissing her. Ellie felt shocked as you got on top of her. Ellie couldn’t say anything, she just felt so excited. Ellie was starting to let her hands and her lips do as they pleased. Ellie enjoyed this moment and she couldn’t let it go. You looked into Ellie’s eyes to see if she was okay. Ellie nodded. Ellie felt like she couldn’t let this stop now. The two of you were kissing very passionately. Ellie was ready to take things even further.

Ellie put her hands on your legs and under your dress. Ellie was now thinking about what she was doing… She was trying to see if you were still okay with her but… it did seem like you wanted to continue. Ellie was  feeling like she was taking the lead with this. She continued touching your thighs. Ellie felt so happy … Ellie was really getting into this. She didn’t want to stop yet…

You kept kissing Ellie harder. Ellie was kissing back with a lot more passion than before. Ellie’s lips were all over yours. She was really starting to enjoy this, she was not planning on stopping yet. Ellie touches your underwear. She feels your wetness. You look at Ellie when she touches you. Ellie lays you on the bed and kisses you again. You felt Ellies hands on your thighs again and you were starting to get excited. Ellies smiled when she noticed how wet you were for her.

“Is this all for me?” Ellie asked, starting to feel cocky.  Ellie touches your pussy through your panties, “oh, someones really excited, hum…?”

You looked at Ellie as she touched you, you were really turned on right now, and wanted to do this with Ellie.

You kissed her as she continued to touch you. You started moaning. Ellie was happy to hear you moan for her. She started to kiss down your body and gave your tighs extra attention. You were very sensitive and felt every kiss Ellie left on your skin. You started to feel your core really getting hot as Ellie kissed your things and pushed your dress up. 

You look down at Ellie and Ellie looks up at You. “Are you sure you’re ready baby?” 

“Yes, I want to do this with you Ellie…” You said, Ellie took that yes and started to take off your panties. At this point they were soaked. You couldn't wait to feel Ellie.

Ellie looked at your pussy mesmerized. Ellie couldn't believe she made you this turned on. Ellie wanted to dive right in but remembered you had never done this before and wants it to be special for you. She started kissing up your thighs  and up to your beautiful pussy. She pressed a light kiss on your clit. You slightly jumped at the feeling. 

Ellie started licking your clit slowly to see how you would react. You start moaning in pleasure. She smirked and continued to massage your clit with her tongue. Then she put her hand on your thighs and guided them up to reach your core. Ellie felt your juices on her fingers and started to feel a patch forming on her own boxers. Ellie took her fingers to her mouth and sucked those lovely juices and moaned as she tasted them. You were moaning at Ellie’s skill. You started to feel a knot forming in your  belly. Ellie carefully and slowly inserted one of her fingers inside your tight hole. You moaned louder than before as you felt Ellie enter you. 

“You're so tight baby, damm…” Ellie started pumping her finger in and out slowly, as You started relaxing a bit. “You look so beautiful…. taking me so well…” Ellie smirked to herself proud of what she saw.

“fuck… that feels amazing ells…” You moaned ever more “please dont stop” Ellie starts going faster as she feels your hole is getting used to the intrusion. She is taking real good care of your clit at the same time.

You feel like you can't take much more as the feeling in your core is getting stronger. “Ellie… I'm getting close…” Ellie inserts a second finger inside and you gasp. She looks up to see you enjoying it. She started going faster and hitting your sensitive spongy spot. “Ellie… I think I'm…. I think I'm… going to cum….” Ellie continues at the same rhythm, increasing the speed slowly. “Cum for me baby, let me drink all that cum…”

You close your fists as you are about to cum. You feel the knot in your tummy coming undone. “Ellie, I'm cumming….”

“Yes baby, cum for me… '' Ellie is so excited to see you cum for the first time and feels so proud of herself for being the person that is making you feel this good. 

You start feeling a little overstimulated as your orgasm reaches its peak. “Ells… is too much...Ells too much…” You gently push Ellies head so she knows to stop now. Ellie sees you are getting overstimulated and starts slowing down sucking all of your juices at the same time. Ellie comes up to kiss you and you can taste yourself on Ellie’s tongue. Ellie takes her fingers out slowly and brings them to her mouth and tastes your juices one last time looking you directly in the eyes. 

You breathe heavily as you're coming down from your high, looking at Ellie sucking the fingers that just made you cum…

“Y/N, baby, you were amazing… did you feel good?” Ellie asked and kissed you lovingly. “Ellie I… That was the best thing I've ever fel…,” Your face is all red and she is breathing heavily, still a bit lost in lust. Ellie kisses your forehead and holds you in her arms. 

You never felt this good in your life, you feel like you are dreaming. You both lay back on the bed as Ellie stroked you gently. “ You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you…”

You feel tired and close your eyes, whilst in Ellie’s embrace. Ellie just keeps holding you as you fall asleep in her arms. “Good night baby, sweet dreams..” You fall fast asleep after the storm of sensations you just felt. “Night Ellie”. Ellie stays with you all night, ending up falling asleep as well. Ellie feels so lucky having you in her arms. She doesn't want to let you go ever again.

In the morning, Ellie woke up and saw you still next to her in bed… Ellie was starting to feel happy that you were still there. “Hey… good morning Y/N…” Ellie had a smile on her face now.

“Morning, ells” You smiled. Ellie was still smiling.  “I just wanted to say thank you for staying with me last night… I just felt so… so happy with you…” Ellie wanted you to know how much she appreciated you. “Y/N… can… can we still do this again sometime…? If not… that’s perfectly…”  Ellie was starting to feel a bit awkward about it now. She didn’t wanna push her luck and you didn’t wanna try to get you to do something she wouldn’t wanna do. Ellie felt comfortable with you now and started to get overwhelmed by her feelings. Tears started forming in her eyes.

“We can talk about it, I wont judge anything.” You tell her, when you see her tears.

“Yes… I… I do wanna talk about it… I just… I don’t know if you wanna hear about it…” Ellie was feeling a bit nervous. “Maybe some other time… I’m sorry… I’m just still feeling nervous… I’m glad we had this conversation though… I’m just glad that we still feel comfortable with each other… ”

“It's okay Ellie. You are safe. I won't ever judge you.” You caress her cheek.

Ellie started to feel more relieved now. “Y/N… Thank you so much… I really needed to hear that…” “If I’m being honest I feel like… I feel like I am a… a disappointment to most of the people I’ve met… Ellie didn’t know if you wanted to know the details. Ellie was still feeling a bit nervous about talking about her past.

“Why would you say that?” You look at her still caressing her face.

“My past life was… hard to say the least. I never really had anyone to support me through my tough times. I didn’t have anyone to support me… I was on my own.” Ellie felt like she was beginning to open up to you a bit more.“Do you wanna hear the rest…?” You nodded reassuringly.

“My parents weren’t supportive of me… they told me they didn’t care about me… They even sometimes blamed me for the bad things that happened to them. They… they…” Ellie then got a bit emotional. Ellie didn’t wanna cry in front of You.

“I-I’m sorry… I just… I needed to talk about it… I needed to tell someone about it… it’s okay… you can ignore me if you want…”

“It's okay to cry, Ells, I'm here now.” You stroke her hair. Ellie then started to cry a bit.

“I just… I just wanted supportive parents… I wanted… I wanted to be loved…” Ellie wiped her tears. “Y/N… thank you… thank you so much for listening to all of this, I really needed it…” You hugged Ellie. She gave you a tight hug back. Ellie felt really happy to have someone supporting her now. “Y/N… I don’t know how to thank you now…” Ellie wanted to give you something back to show how much she cared.

You look at Ellies drawings. “Oh, my drawings? I mean… they’re okay, I guess… I mean, it’s not really that much… ” Ellie was trying to be humble. “So… Y/N… you saw my drawings… well… do you… do you wanna see more…? I mean… only if you want to… of course… I mean… that’s only if you actually like them… ”

“I love them Ells, you're really good!” Ellie was surprised to hear this. Ellie felt like you were lying but she couldn’t tell if she really was or not. “Y/N… are… are you actually being serious?… I mean… they’re not that impressive… ” Ellie was getting a bit embarrassed.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” You said turning back to face her. Ellie then giggled a bit. “That’s so nice of you, Y/N, I… I never imagined that I’d have someone support my art like this, it’s just…” Ellie then started to tear up a little. “All my life people kept telling me that my art was bad but… you… you… actually like it…” Ellie was getting a bit emotional.

“Bad? They must be all blind.” You were a bit confused about how anyone could say that about her art.

“Yeah… I mean… maybe they were blind… maybe they just wanted to make me feel bad… I mean… my parents always told me that…It’s a good thing for me that I’m away from them now…” Ellie started to feel happy about not needing to see her parents again.

“Ellie, you can talk to me, I see you need it. You will feel better after.” You reassure her.

“Yeah, you’re right… you’re right, I do need it… I’m just… I’m just glad you’re here listening to my problems… this… this is what a friend does… I’m so… so happy that you’re this kind.” Ellie was feeling a lot better after saying that. “Y/N… I just… I just really appreciate you listening to me.” You smiled and held Ellies hand. Ellie’s cheeks began to get a red shade to them. Ellie then felt so happy to see your smile. “Y/N… can… can I just give you a hug now?” Ellie then waited to see if Y/N wanted a hug. “Of course, come here.” Ellie moved over to you and gave you a hug.

“Hey Y/N… can I… can I just ask you something…?”

“Yes honey?” You say as you break the hug.

“I… I feel… I feel like… maybe… just, maybe… could… could I maybe… maybe spend the rest of the day with you… I mean… if you want to… I don’t wanna push my luck and I can always leave your room… b… but… just… just let me know if you… if… you want me to stay…”

“I want to be here with you Ellie, there's nowhere i'd rather be.” Ellie got a bit embarrassed but then got a smile on her face. “Well then... if you're okay with it... I guess... I'm spending the day with you... I mean... I'd love to spend all my time with you... I mean... you're just one of the nicest people I've ever met... you're really… really awesome…” Ellie was now full of love for you. “If it makes you feel better I can share my past too.” Ellie then got a curious look on her face. Ellie wasn't sure about asking you but she wanted to know more about her. "You can tell me about your past if you like... You... you don't have to... but... I wanna be here for you... to... to support you... that's what friends do... right?"

“Exactly.”

"I like being your friend, Y/N...I just... I just wanted to ask... um... if... if you wanted to... um... do you wanna... do you... would you like to know more about my past?"

“I'm all ears.” You smile at Ellie. Ellie got a big smile on her face. Ellie felt like you were the best person she could talk to. “I… I had a really bad childhood… my parents… my parents…” Ellie’s voice was starting to shake a bit as she spoke.

“It's okay baby, you can tell me.”

“I… uh… my parents… t… they… they weren’t good people, Y/N…” Ellie was feeling a bit nervous talking about this. “They… they… they abused me… they… they physically abused me… they hit me and… they would tell me how awful I was… they… they… they kept telling me that I meant nothing to them… they… they…”

Ellie was starting to cry a bit now. You hold Ellies hand to help Ellie calm down a bit. She was holding back tears, but she still held onto your hand. Ellie was so happy to have you here for her. Ellie then spoke in a quiet voice. “I’m so… so sorry Y/N… I hope I haven’t just made you feel worse… I… I just… I’ve never really admitted… I’ve never really admitted these things before… “

“It's okay, you're okay now, they can't hurt you anymore.”

Ellie then wiped her eyes. “Y/N… thank you so, so much… I-I just, I… I really needed to tell someone about this… ” “I… I… I just… I just have… I have a lot of emotional wounds from the past… they… they can affect me a lot… and… and I just… I just don’t wanna scare you away… “ Ellie felt like she was being too blunt with you. “I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense right now…”

“You can't scare me away, I'm never leaving your side.”

“If that’s the case then… then I think I… I feel like I can tell you everything now… like I can just… I can feel safe with you… I… I… I trust you… ” Ellie was getting happier and happier. “You… you’re the first person in my life to make me feel loved and supported… I… I just… I just wanna know… know that we’re still gonna be friends… like… after this talk…”

“I'll always be your friend, I'll always be here.” Ellie smiled again. “Thank you so, so much, Y/N… you… you have no idea how much you’ve helped me now…”

You two spent the day talking to each other about your lives. About all the bad stuff and all the good stuff too. Your bond grew bigger by the hour. You lost track of time as you were too invested in each other's words. You felt happy and safe together.

“Y/N… could… I ask you one more favor…?”

“Yes baby?”

“Well, um… may… may I… c-can I stay here for the night… please… I… I… I really don’t wanna go back and sleep alone… ” Ellie was feeling a bit nervous asking you this. “I… I don’t wanna overstay my welcome and I’ll understand if you say no… I just… I wanna stay with you now… “

“We are roommates honey, I won't leave you alone, only if you want to.”

“Hey Y/N? Please, if you need me for anything, even if it’s during the night, please… just… just wake me up. I wanna be here for you … I wanna be as good a friend for you as you are for me… “

“I wont leave your side baby, I'm here.”

“Thank you… I’m gonna sleep well now… I… I can’t wait to see you again tomorrow… “ Ellie then shut her eyes and layed down on the bed.

*it's the next morning*

Ellie was sleeping in the exact same spot she was last night. She had slept like an angel. “He… hey… I’m up, I’m up… “ Ellie was still pretty drowsy though. Ellie sat upright. Ellie spoke and her hair was messed up and she had a tired look on her face. “Huh?… what time is it… is it time to wake up now?… “ Ellie’s voice was quiet as she spoke.

“You look so cute. It's 9:30 Ells.” You smiled.

“You… you think… you think I’m cute?…” Ellie then looked a bit surprised by this.

“I do” You smiled, taking Ellie's hair out of her face and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Ellie was blushing a lot. Ellie hugged you. “You… you… you make me feel so… so happy… I’m so thankful you’re not leaving my side…” Ellie’s blushing still hadn’t calmed down, she had a full on face flush at this point. Ellie didn’t wanna leave your side. You held Ellie and stroked her hair. Ellie smiled and had tears in her eyes. She spoke in a quiet voice. “I-I… I… I never realized how… how much I needed affection in my life… I… I’m just glad I can get all this now… “

“Why did you wanna be roommates with me… why… Why do you want to be so close to me?… ”  Ellie wanted to know these things.

“We got assigned together and i didnt want to piss Maria off, so I did not protest. I'm glad you stayed,” Ellie felt her face turn red again. “… but… you like being roommates with me though, right?”

“Yes honey.”

“Y/N… I… I really wanna kiss you… C-Can I?…” You looked Ellie in the eyes and nodded. She had a big smile on her face. Ellie then got closer to you and kissed your lips “I… I wanted that for so… so long… “Ellie still had a big smile on her face. Your breath got faster as Ellie got closer.

Ellie was feeling her heart beat a lot faster now. Ellie then got even closer to you. You kiss Ellie softly.

Ellie then started to kiss back. The kiss between you lasted for a few seconds. Ellie felt so happy, she then broke the kiss.“Y/N… thank you… I… I love… I like you so much… “I like you too, Ells.” You blush. Ellie then looked at you again. She just smiled and started to kiss Your neck. Ellie  spoke between her kisses.“Y/N… you… you look so beautiful… so… so pretty… “Ellie started to keep kissing Your neck. You shiverd. Ellie felt like you liked it so she kept kissing your neck for a few more seconds.

“Mmm… you… you feel so good… you… you smell good… “Ellie looked into your eyes.“Y/N… can you… can you do something for me… can you…can you kiss me… please?… “ You were nervous because of the previous night but still kissed Ellie. Ellie was blushing a lot. she kissed back. She didn’t wanna stop though. Ellie kept kissing you for several minutes. Ellie had butterflies in her stomach.“if you don’t mind… I… I wanna do more… Y/N… I… I… am just… just so in love with you… I… I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable saying that but… I need to tell you how I feel… “ You blushed more and kissed Ellie again more passionately. Ellie let herself get lost in a love she couldn’t believe she actually felt. Ellie was in a euphoric state right now all because of you and she couldn’t be happier about that.

I hope you liked this. I know I'm not very good at writing. This Was a lot of fun! Let me know what you thought. Comments and reblogs are always welcome! Part 2?

[marvelouslizzie]

sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. 😭

if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. 🥹

if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words ❤️

Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.

summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.

word count: 842

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?

You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but it’s hard to concentrate. Especially, when Bucky’s voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isn’t laughing like that because of you. He’s just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you. 

“For the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.” 

No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. He’s so amused by the comment.

“Do you mean yourself, princess? Because I don’t see anyone else besides you studying right now.”

You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. That’s new. He usually calls you doll.

“Does it matter?”

“Matters to me.”

“Fine. I’m trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.”

You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isn’t.

“Don’t worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.” It could’ve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like he’s patronizing you.

“So what? I should stop studying?” 

“Yeah. Give yourself a break, doll.” He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. “Live a little.”

“Studying first, living later.” That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.

You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesn’t let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.

“Are you worried Bucky will get the best grade?” 

“Oh, come on, Sam!” Steve sounds tired already.

“I would like to see him try.” After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget there’s no need for this anymore.

“I got the best score last time, remember?” Luckily he doesn’t sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.

“And I will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.

“You always say that, but…” Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.

“But what?” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on!” You challenge him. He shouldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. “Say it.”

“Maybe later.” He resists.

"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.

“You always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.”

You can’t help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.

You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didn’t expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?

“If it's not me, then it has to be you, right?” You watch Bucky’s smile grow while others mumble with confusion.

“If not my girl, then who else?”

Oh, he really went there. He didn’t miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

You don’t say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. “See you after the exam.” You don’t look back, but you hear others talk.

“What the fuck just happened?” 

“Did she just-” 

“I told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!” 

“Language, Sam! We don’t even know…”

“Oh, they definitely did.” Natasha sounds rather amused.

“Fine!”

“Oh, come on! You betted on us?” Bucky’s charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.

[luffyvace]

Hello, could I request Feitan with a reader who looks innocent and angelic usually but is actually just as sick and sadistic as he is? (Aka it's like a secondary persona kind of)

And she's also part of an organization(that kills people) without him knowing (she was part of it even before meeting him)

Ouuuu an interesting reader we have here~

Seeing as though all the feitan gifs are generic fighting ones I’ve put my own picture :) I think it’s hilarious 😂

enjoy your headcanons lovely anon! 💗

(fem! reader implied bc you used ‘she’ in your request but I won’t imply female body just in case)

Feitan getting with an angelic and innocent s/o is certainly an oxymoron

Your such a sweetheart, so thoughtful and kind

you always try to help and encourage others as much as you can

:)

But in reality no?? really your such a sick and twisted sadist who loves watching every moment of others suffering???

welp that went down the drain quickly

feitan might have picked up on the fact that it was all an act or your slightly sadistic tendencies

especially since he’s highly observant

Though I’m not sure how you revealed your in a organization or if you knew he was in the troupe but it probably went like

”your in a criminal organization? Oh…me too” 🧍‍♀️

“Wait what?” 🧍‍♀️

“so we’re both in criminal organizations of the sort?”

🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️

well I guess its all out in the open now

as soon as he figures out your a sadist tho

its on

torture sessions become even more frequent seeing as though he now has someone to enjoy it with

he finds it rather fun to have someone laugh manically with him and not call him a loony 🤓

he’s grateful even

the victims really range from anyone off the street

to enemies from either of your organizations

maybe even someone who gave you a hard time

(they simply bumped into you, you apologized like the “sweet” person you are, but they had no idea what was coming for em that night)

(for fei, they probably mocked him)

you and feitan either have a dedicated torture room or have turned you basement/attic into one

and it definitely has a lock on it

feitan will recommend you some books and you likely do the same for him

(by some i mean you have a whole library shelf—who are you fooling 🤨)

you two make as much time for each other as you can

which yes torturing together counts as quality time

and y’all see it as a sense of normalcy too

wherever y’all stay you just be like

”hey wanna have a quick torture session then find something to eat for dinner?”

like it’s like going about normal daily activities for you two

it also feels good to have someone that gets you from the outside

like your both dangerous criminals,

that likely grew up in harsh conditions

(bc i mean come on mass murders have triggers/motivs they don’t just do things for no reason)

and now you have someone from outside your organization that gets you!

like, they even like torturing just like you!!

best s/o feitan could wish for

as time goes on you two would find out why you joined the organizations you did and if you genuinely enjoy it, just doing it for the money, etc

no matter the reasons or time, you accept each other :)

this also appeals more trustworthy to feitan!! Since your in one yourself, you can’t sell out feitan without selling out yourself!

😋

but…that could go downhill..

for example, your organization could be trying to target feitan/the troupe and is making you use him to get to them

As time goes on he shakes away the thought, it’s probably been years (when feitan’s down, he’s down for the count, he doesn’t do flings, in my hcs) since you’ve been together so he wants to trust you

basically the further things go in with you two, the more he trusts you

of course you have to make sure to give him reasons to trust you and don’t give him any reason not to

he’ll start getting suspicious of you even on the first slip up

(if it happens)

he has to protect the spider, there’s no way he can let it fall because of him

orrrr!!!

your organizations could meet! And form a alliance that may or may not be temporary/strictly business!!

it would be fun seeing all members together drinking and wrecking havoc!!

right?!

😊

LOL just imagine your all casually talking about such violent and socially unacceptable crimes 🤪

especially you and feitan

you guys are so silly

just a silly little group of friends :)

planning to commits fiendish acts together<3

honestly I like the last scenario the best

its so silly :P

I’m glad to see more feitan stans on my page!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you enjoyed!

💖

[kazmura-archived]

THE NOT A DATE, DATE ✶ nishimura riki x fem reader 0.6k warnings, kissing fluff angst if you squint ﹕ series masterlist

you are known for your constant bickering and rivalry - on this occasion, you find yourselves at a bowling alley together, though both of you are reluctant to acknowledge that it's more than just a casual outing. despite the mutual denial, it's evident to everyone around that this outing holds all the elements of a date

Enemies to lovers? I just don’t get the appeal. Falling in love means to be happy, to find your other half and be at ease. No enemy can do that for you, especially if they're as annoying as mine.

Riki, they call him the prince of Decelis, and I swear I've seen girls actually bow to him in the halls. It's not an exaggeration. I never had anything to do with him until he decided to drop a bomb on the whole school, claiming we were dating and putting me in the spotlight. Ever since then he’s been after me. Even after I managed to clear up our fake scandal, he still insists on annoying me every chance he gets. From untying my shoelaces in the halls to paying surprise visits to my locker.

So it was no surprise when I arrived at my locker this morning to be greeted by Riki, a wide grin decorating his face. He leaned casually against the locker door, looking like he belonged there.

“Let’s go bowling!”

Is the prince trying to ask me out right now?

"Are you serious?" I asked cautiously, trying to hide my surprise.

Riki nodded, his playful smile still in place. "Don't get the wrong idea, I heard you were good at it, so now I need to beat you."

"There's no way I'd ever willingly go out with you."

3:20 PM

And there they stood, side by side at the counter, shoes in hand, both wearing determined expressions. The echoing sounds of clattering pins and laughter filled the bustling alley as they made their way onto the well-worn lanes.

"You seem awfully confident for someone who's about to lose," Riki teased, his eyes scanning the array of bowling balls for the perfect one.

She took a deep breath, attempting to steady her nerves. "We'll see about that," she replied, her eyes settling on what she believed to be the perfect ball.

It must've been a pretty impressive ball because, as it turned out, Riki had his eyes set on it too. Their hands brushed against each other, sending a surge of electricity through them both. They locked eyes in surprise, then quickly stepped back, trying to play it off.

They're both two dummies in love.

𓂃

As the game began, Riki couldn't help but notice her unusual bowling stance. "You know," he said with a hint of amusement, "Your form might be the reason you're losing."

She raised an eyebrow, not quite convinced. "Excuse me?"

He grinned, unable to resist the opportunity to tease her. "You might want to take a lesson from the one who's ahead by forty points."

With that, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gently guiding her through the movements, adjusting her stance and showing her the finer points of bowling technique.

"See, it's all in the wrist," he explained, his voice low and encouraging, his breath brushing against her ear. "And don't forget to aim for the right spot."

She followed his guidance, her heart pounding in her chest for an entirely different reason now. Riki's closeness, his warmth, and his hair tickling her neck had her on full shutdown.

His fingers gently grazed her hand, guiding it into the perfect position on the ball. "You've got the hang of it. Just relax and let it flow."

She tried to concentrate on the game, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. His scent, a subtle mix of cologne and mint, enveloped her senses. His warm breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine, and her heart raced as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony.

"Do you really hate me?" she asked suddenly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Before she could even process what was happening, Riki was leaning in and planting a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. The world seemed to freeze in that moment, their hearts racing as their lips met in a sweet, desperate connection.

"I don't hate you. I've liked you for a long time."

Her eyes searched his for any sign of deception, but all she found was a raw honesty that left her speechless.

"Im sorry," he continued, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink, "I said we were dating because I wanted your attention. I thought it was the only way to get you to notice me."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process his confession. "You pretended to date me just to get me to notice you?"

Riki nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I know it was a crazy idea, but it worked, didn't it?"

As the truth of his feelings sank in, a smile slowly spread across her face. "Well, you definitely got my attention."

With that, they shared another tender kiss, sealing their confessions. The bowling alley around them seemed to vanish as they embraced the unexpected turn their rivalry had taken, leading them straight into the arms of love.

When they finally parted, she raised her hand and gave him a hard smack on the shoulder. "Don't think I'm gonna forgive you for starting that scandal though."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Enemies to lovers? I get the appeal now.

💬 my coming out of hiatus fic !! u can tell i rushed it 😞 pls be on the look out for a new series release im planning - its gonna be life changing i will personally come kiss u if u read it

taglist open! @kflixnet @cherryunnie @okwons @flwrshee @beomsbeanie @parksunghoonsgf @mrchweeeee @en-chantedtomeetyou @hyhees @chaerybae

[rockalillygirl]

Mamma mia here we go again…

So I have more thoughts because apparently there’s no bottom to the murderbot mindhole I’ve fallen down.

(Spoiler warning- minor stuff from several of the books, pls check tags etc.)

I’ve been reading a lot of things recently exploring Murderbot as an unreliable narrator, which I think is a cool result of System Collapse (because we all know our beloved MB is going through it in this one). There’s also been some interesting related discussion of MB’s distrust of and sometimes biased assessment/treatment of other constructs and bots.

And I’ve been reading a lot about CombatUnits! And I want to talk about them!!

Main thoughts can be summarized as follows:

We don’t see a lot about CombatUnits in the books, and I think what we do see from MB’s pov encourages the reader to view them as less sympathetic than other constructs.

I’m very skeptical of this portrayal for reasons.

The existence of CombatUnits makes me fucking sad and I have a lot of feelings about them!

I got introduced to the idea of MB as an unreliable narrator in a post by onironic It analyzes how in SC, MB seems to distrust Three to a somewhat unreasonable degree, and how it sometimes infantilizes Three or treats it the way human clients have treated it in the past. The post is Amazing and goes into way more detail, so pls go read it (link below):

https://www.tumblr.com/onironic/736245031246135296?source=share

So these ideas were floating around in my brain when I read an article Martha Wells recently published in f(r)iction magazine titled “Bodily Autonomy in the Murderbot Diaries”. I’ll link the article here:

(Rn the only way to access the article is to subscribe to the magazine or buy an e-copy of the specific issue which is $12)

In the article, Wells states that MB displaced its fear of being forced to have sex with humans onto the ComfortUnit in Artificial Condition. I think it’s reasonable to assume that MB also does this with other constructs. With Three, I think it’s more that MB is afraid if what it knows Three is capable of, or (as onironic suggests in their post and I agree with) some jealousy that Three seems more like what humans want/expect a rogue SecUnit to be.

But I want to explore how this can be applied to CombatUnits, specifically.

We don’t learn a lot about them in the books. One appears for a single scene in Exit Strategy, and that’s it. What little else we know comes from MB’s thoughts on them sprinkled throughout the series. To my knowledge, no other character even mentions them (which raises interesting questions about how widely-known their existence is outside of high-level corporate military circles).

When MB does talk about CombatUnits in the early books, it’s as a kind of boogeyman figure (the real “murderbots” that even Murderbot is afraid of). And then when one does show up in ES, it’s fucking terrifying! There’s a collective “oh shit” moment as both MB and the reader realize what it’s up against. Very quickly what we expect to be a normal battle turns into MB running for its life, desperately throwing up hacks as the CombatUnit slices through them just as fast. We and MB know that it wouldn’t have survived the encounter if its humans hadn’t helped it escape. So the CombatUnit really feels like a cut above the other enemies in the series.

And what struck me reading that scene was how the CombatUnit acts like the caricature of an “evil robot” that MB has taught us to question. It seems single-mindedly focused on violence and achieving its objective, and it speaks in what I’d call a “Terminator-esque” manner: telling MB to “Surrender” (like that’s ever worked) and responds to MB’s offer to hack its governor module with “I want to kill you” (ES, pp 99-100).

(Big tangent: Am I the only one who sees parallels between this and how Tlacey forces the ComfortUnit to speak to MB in AC? She makes it suggest they “kill all the humans” because that’s how she thinks constructs talk to each other (AC, pp 132-4). And MB picks up on it immediately. So why is that kind of talk inherently less suspicious coming from a CombatUnit than a ComfortUnit? My headcanon is that I’m not convinced the CombatUnit was speaking for itself. What if a human controller was making it say things they thought would be intimidating? Idk maybe I’ve been reading too many fics where CombatUnits are usually deployed with a human handler. There could be plenty of reasons why the CombatUnit would’ve talked like that. I’m just suspicious.)

(Also, disclaimer: I want to clarify before I go on that I firmly believe that even though MB seems to be afraid of CombatUnits and thinks they’re assholes, it would still advocate for them to have autonomy. I’m not trying to say that either MB or Wells sees CombatUnits as less worthy of personhood or freedom- because I feel the concept that “everything deserves autonomy” is very much at the heart of the series.)

So it’s clear from all of this that MB is scared of CombatUnits and distrusts them for a lot of reasons. I read another breathtaking post by @grammarpedant that gives a ton of examples of this throughout the books and has some great theories on why MB might feel this way. I’ll summarize the ones here that inspired me the most, but pls go read the original post for the full context:

https://www.tumblr.com/grammarpedant/703920247856562177?source=share

OP explains that SecUnits and CombatUnits are pretty much diametrically opposed because of their conflicting functions: Security safeguards humans, while Combat kills them. Of course these functions aren’t rigid- MB has implied that it’s been forced to be violent towards humans before, and I’m sure that extracting/guarding important assets could be a part of a CombatUnit's function. But it makes sense that MB would try to distance itself from being considered a CombatUnit, using its ideas about them to validate the parts of its own function that it likes (protecting people). OP gives what I think is the clearest example of this, which is the moment in Fugitive Telemetry when MB contrasts its plan to sneak aboard a hostile ship and rescue some refugees with what it calls a “CombatUnit” plan, which would presumably involve a lot more murder (FT, p 92).

This reminds me again of what Wells said in the f(r)iction article, that on some level MB is frightened by the idea that it could have been made a ComfortUnit (friction, p 44). I think the idea that it could’ve been a CombatUnit scares it too, and that’s why it keeps distinguishing itself and its function from them. But I think it’s important to point out, that in the above example from FT, even MB admits that the murder-y plan it contrasts with its own would be one made by humans for CombatUnits. So again we see that we just can’t know much about the authentic nature of CombatUnits, or any constructs with intact governor modules, because they don’t have freedom of expression. MB does suggest that CombatUnits may have some more autonomy when it comes to things like hacking and combat which are a part of their normal function. But how free can those choices be when the threat of the governor module still hangs over them?

I think it could be easy to fall into the trap of seeing CombatUnits as somehow more complicit in the systems of violence in the mbd universe. But I think that’s because we often make a false association between violence and empowerment, when even in our world that’s not always the case. But, critically, this can’t be the case for CombatUnits because they’re enslaved in the same way SecUnits and ComfortUnits are (though the intricacies are different).

There was another moment in the f(r)iction article that I found really chilling. Wells states that there’s a correlation between SecUnits that are forced to kill humans and ones that go rogue (friction, p 45). It’s a disturbing thought on its own, but I couldn’t help wondering then how many CombatUnits try to hack their governor modules? And what horrible lengths would humans go to to stop them? I refuse to believe that a CombatUnit’s core programming would make it less effected by the harm its forced to perpetrate. That might be because I’m very anti-deterministic on all fronts, but I just don’t buy it.

I’m not entirely sure why I feel so strongly about this. Of course, I find the situation of all constructs in mbd deeply upsetting. But the more I think about CombatUnits, the more heartbreaking their existence seems to me. There’s a very poignant moment in AC when MB compares ART’s function to its own to explain why there are things it doesn’t like about being a SecUnit (AC, p 33). In that scene, MB is able to identify some parts of its function that it does like, but I have a hard time believing a CombatUnit would be able to do the same. I’m not trying to say that SecUnits have it better (they don’t) (the situation of each type of construct is horrible in it’s own unique way). It’s just that I find the idea of construct made only for violence and killing really fucking depressing. I can’t even begin to imagine the horror of their day-to-day existence.

@grammarpedant made another point in their post that I think raises a TON of important questions not only about CombatUnits, but about how to approach the idea of “function” when it comes to machine intelligence in general. They explain that, in a perfect version of the mbd universe, there wouldn’t be an obvious place for CombatUnits the way there could be for SecUnits and ComfortUnits who wanted to retain their original functions. A better world would inherently be a less violent one, so where does that leave CombatUnits? Would they abandon their function entirely, or would they find a way to change it into something new?

I’ve been having a lot of fun imagining what a free CombatUnit would be like. But in some ways it’s been more difficult than I expected. I’ve heard Wells say in multiple interviews that one of her goals in writing Murderbot was to challenge people to empathize with someone they normally wouldn’t, and I find CombatUnits challenging in exactly that way. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve felt differently about these books if MB had been a CombatUnit instead of a SecUnit. Would I have felt such an immediate connection to MB if its primary function before hacking its governor module had been killing humans, or if it didn’t have relatable hobbies like watching media? Or if it didn’t have a human face for the explicit purpose of making people like me more comfortable? I’m not sure that I would have.

Reading SC has got me interested in exploring the types of people that humans (or even MB itself) would struggle to accept. So CombatUnits are one of these and possible alien-intelligences are another. All this is merely a small sampling of the thoughts that have been swirling around in my brain-soup! So if anyone is interested in watching me fumble my way through these concepts in more detail, I may be posting “something” in the very near future!

Would really appreciate anyone else’s thoughts about all of THIS^^^^ It’s been my obsession over the holidays and helping me cope with family stress and flying anxiety.

[buckrecs]

Hello sera! May I please ask enemies to lovers with bucky please? I accept oneshots and series! Thank you!🫶🏻🤗

Enemies to Lovers

masterlist | req masterlist

here are some angsty (& hot) enemies to lovers 😏

* = contains smut

ONESHOT

Elevate Thy Hate by @babyboibucky

Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

I’m With You by @youlightmeupfinn

You and Bucky are enemies, but share a common past. However, Bucky realizes he's in love with you upon watching the Winter Soldier in you unleash, resulting in him having to hurt you.

*we can’t stop, we’re enemies by @sinner-as-saint

After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it...

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky by @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue by @/bucky-bucket-barnes

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

*There’s Always One by @summerofsnowflakes

Every wedding has at least one couple that can't seem to keep their hands to themselves and with Tony's wedding a mere 18 hours away, Sam sets up a wager to see which unfortunate couple will fall into the trap.

the one where the protein shake plays matchmaker by @mediocre-daydreams

you and bucky barnes can find any reason to hate each other. new york can find any reason to believe you two are together. when steve asks you to do a co-interview with bucky, the two of you are barraged by dating rumors that you vehemently deny and it breaks bucky’s heart. do you really find the thought of being with bucky so revolting?

*until you ruined it by @gummydummy19

God you fucking hated him. You LOATHED him. Every single thing he did pissed you off.

*I Know Places by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

You hate Barnes, and Barnes hates you. Yet when you get injured on a mission, the lines of love and loathing are crossed... and the single bed Tony has at the safe house ends up being a benefit after all. 

The Thin Line by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

Of one thing you were certain—Bucky Barnes hated you, and you hated him. How could you not considering the super soldier had made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell after you had been assigned to protect him? But there was someone after Bucky from his past, and now he was forced to work alongside you to stop them. And in the process, you would find out just how thin that line was between love and hate.

try to relax by @grippingbeskar

locked in a room with the winter soldier seems like the worst situation in the world. luckily, you bought a little treat to pass the time.

SERIES

*Stuk Wit U by @slyyywriting

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.

*Snow by @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Life As We Know It by @whitestarbucky

You had never disliked a person more than Bucky Barnes. But as the universe would have it, you were stuck with him. Under the same roof now after the tragic passing of your two best friends, their child was yours to take care of. With a complicated past plus raising a toddler, you both find yourselves needing to confront a few things before it tears the only family Sarah Rogers has left, apart. 

have i made you uncomfortable? by @marveliskindacool

you and Bucky hate each other. or do you?

A Half-Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas by @urimaginespimp

you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you.

i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids.

*Where Dreams Go To Die by @insomniumstella

Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

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[theresattrpgforthat]

What do you think are good games to replicate kingdom hearts would be? in terms of general structure/atmosphere, if that makes any sense

THEME: Kingdom Hearts

Hello friend! I really think you should talk to @monsterfactoryfanfic about this one, and I think you'll see why in a minute.

Kingdom Hearts Re:Roll, by Peach (@khttrpg).

Re:Roll is an ode to the Kingdom Hearts series, built from a love for the games and a desire to translate its mechanics to a tabletop format. Re:Roll draws its inspiration directly from mechanics across the entire Kingdom Hearts series, reinterpreting its features and modes of play into a customizable format. While there was significant effort to make this game easy to use for newcomers, you may have some difficulty connecting with the framework of Re:Roll if you don’t have at least a passing knowledge of Kingdom Hearts.

This game is a fan-game designed specifically to emulate Kingdom Hearts. This will have a lot of elements reminiscent of games similar to D&D - there are difficulty levels, character classes, and stratified combat. The entire game is also free, which is a big bonus in my books! The game is still being worked on, so you’ll see in the link above a number of documents, including Abilities, Classes, Weapon Classes, and a Feedback Form for you to give feedback to the designer!

My Friends are my Strength, by Peizur.

My Friends Are My Strength is a PBTA rpg where players use powers to overcome threats thrown at them, form meaningful bonds that serve as the foundation of their strength, and try to achieve a goal that means more to them than life itself. It is a game where players make friends and draw strength from those friendships. It is a game where players strive to fulfill a grandiose goal. It is a game where anything can happen.

If what you’re looking for is a game about friendship and bonds, My Friends Are My Strength take that trope from many an anime and game-ifies it. I really enjoy the Why Play? section of this game - the designer is able to give you a quick pitch on the kinds of people this game is for. PbtA games encourage collaborative setting creation and often give your players bonuses based on the relationships they have with each-other. In My Friends Are My Strength, this is represented via your characters Bonds, links you will have with other NPCs. If you like games where each character has unique and varied relationships with the people around them, you might like this game.

Interstitial, Our Hearts Intertwined, by Riley Hopkins.

Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined is a tabletop RPG about our connections with other people, the power we draw from those connections, and traveling to different worlds.  It runs on the Powered by the Apocalypse engine.

In Interstitial, you will travel through the barriers between Worlds with your party. You'll meet new friends, enemies, teachers and learn about yourself. You will also be able to visit and partake in events in your favorite intellectual properties or your own worlds ala Kingdom Hearts. In short; Take two worlds that don't fit each other, smash them together, wipe away the dust and find out how they do.

This is another PbtA game, like My Friends Are My Strength, but it’s explicitly inspired by Kingdom Hearts, similar to Re:Roll. Interstitial is a game about taking two (or more) different franchises and putting them together - and telling a story that spans both worlds. It has similar themes around the power of friendship, but it gives your game group more freedom to choose which franchises you want to incorporate, while still providing a guideline on how to make sure everything works together.

If you want to learn more about Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined, I definitely recommend checking out @monsterfactoryfanfic's video essay about this game.

[pillow-anime-talk]

fluff but with illumi.

request: can you do some illumi fluff? thank you!

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; slice of life; light romance; fluff, fluff and fluff; a bit of comedy; soft kisses; hugs; compliments; ooc!illumi a bit; random content; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. illumi zoldyck {hxh}

↘ I think after a couple of years of relationship you both decide to live together away from Illumi’s family and yours; you choose a small, two-room apartment on the outskirts of one of the towns. You have a pharmacy, a grocery store and your place of work close by (Illumi probably still works as an assassin, but on his own, without parental supervision) and that’s enough for you. You have a really good life, although of course there are worse moments. Nevertheless, you just enjoy each other and your company.

↘ Illumi doesn’t look like it, but he really likes talking to you. He avoids large groups of people, he barely goes to fancy restaurants with you, but he really enjoys going with you to the cinema in the evenings or for walks in the surrounding villages. You often ride a bike or go to another city for the weekend to take a breather and get even closer to each other.

↘ I think Illumi is a good cook and is generally very tidy. He is hard-working and always helps you with household chores – you share the tasks; if the tall man vacuums, you mop the floors, and if he goes shopping, you prepare the ingredients for dinner. You are a good couple and good friends.

↘ He’s a bit (very) overprotective and doesn’t like when you going out without him. Of course, he doesn’t prohibit you from meeting your friends, but he always asks you for your location and if possible informing him who you are going with. He’s really scared and cares about you.

↘ He doesn’t like noise, so if you’re a fan of concerts, stadium matches, loud outdoor parties or clubs – unfortunately, Illumi will refuse this activity. He prefers to watch these things in front of the TV.

↘ He’s definitely the cat person – if you’re cat-lover too, you’ll definitely adopt one (or several cats), but if you prefer dogs or don’t like animals at all, he’ll talk to you about a possible compromise.

↘ Again; he doesn’t look like it, but he’s very fond of children and would definitely like to have a large family. Whether they will be his firstborns or adopted kids, he will truly care for them all and help them grow up. He won’t necessarily want them to follow his career path, but if they persist, he will help them become the best assassins.

↘ He has trouble sleeping, so he often goes to bed late and frequently gets up in the morning; he sleeps about six hours a day, so his eyes are usually tired and his complexion is grey. He will certainly not refuse you evening and morning skincare if you offer it.

↘ You like to play with his hair and fingers; you care a lot about the first thing and encourage Illumi to hair routines such as masks, conditioners and oils.

↘ He is a gentleman and always surprises you with nice gestures; whenever he sees a little thing that reminds him of you, he buys it and gives it to you as a gift. These can be figurines, flowers, candles, perfumes or just sweets.

↘ Likes kisses; he loves to kiss your neck and hands, and he loves to receive tender kisses on the lips.

↘ Big spoon, definitely. Although he won’t refuse to cuddle from behind while sleeping (but only from time to time!).

↘ He is calm and if you happen to argue, he definitely solves the problem by conversation. He doesn’t want you as an enemy and he doesn’t want you to be angry/sad. I think he’s usually the first to apologize, especially when he knows it’s his fault and you cried or left the apartment because of him.

↘ He doesn’t have a hand for flowers/plants... Your cactus also didn’t stand the test of time because Illumi was giving him too much water...

↘ Definitely prefers to drink coffee over tea; without sugar and milk. Ordinary, strong black coffee perfectly fits his character and lifestyle.

↘ He hate olives and peppers; olives are disgusting for him, and peppers always give him water brash.

↘ Illumi is romantic, but only with you alone and can’t imagine living with anyone else. 

↘ I’m sure he plans to propose to you and build a real home with you, somewhere far away in the countryside, somewhere where no one will look at you both. He would like to have his own corner and two cats, a small garden (you will take care of it, of course) and your little ones running around the house.

[kiirotoao]

Byler and Confrontation

I feel like I’m stating the obvious, but there’s really something about the way that Mike and Will argue that make their personalities and thoughts stand out. So much.

And I’m not even talking about the “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” or the “And us?” “We’re friends! We’re friends.”

The thought that struck me today was much more meta but still just as revealing, in my opinion.

Truly, when we look at the Byler fights, they’re fighting, right? They’re mad at each other. Then how do their fights by concept manage to make them seem so compatible? Why does their arguing give off the impression of love despite no outright, “I love you” to be heard? Why do we as the audience root for them to stick together despite their moments of splitting apart? Well, I think that a lot of it comes down to who Mike and Will are in regards to confrontation.

For one, Mike hates confrontation. Fights in general. We focus on him mouthing, “stop it!” when Billy and Steve fight. While Dustin, Lucas, and Max are pleading similarly, I find it interesting how the camera focuses on Mike when the fighting gets more intense.

Then of course there’s Mike covering his ears when he’s scared, no doubt a reflex to loud sounds and particularly yells, such as Will screaming.

We also very quickly see this in the shoot out scene in season 4 when Mike panics and covers his head.

And throughout the show, as much as his expression is funny, Mike clearly shows distaste towards arguing, especially if what people are saying to him seem pointless, sudden, unfounded, or wrong.

Mike is a leader as well as a team player and defender, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. Yes, he does argue and confront, not denying that, but time and time again, we see that he doesn’t do it unless he’s prompted.

Now, there’s Will. Will lives confrontation. His main propensity in the beginning of season 4 centers around calling out people for being ridiculous. That goes for Mike, El, and even Jonathan.

Tied to his confrontational attitude comes sass. I won’t try to fit every moment into this post (but I’ll certainly make an entire separate post on Will’s lovable sass haha), but one of my favorite examples is in season 1, believe it or not, when Will replies to Joyce’s question on why he uses fireballs: “Well, yeah, to burn them to a crisp.”

Even though that isn’t a personal confrontation, we see that Will is able to characterize his cleric with sass and boldness, sweetly smiling at his fictional enemies’ demise. I think that Will’s fearlessness is overlooked, subsumed by his constant turmoil, but truly, this boy packs a punch, and he isn’t afraid to face people with honesty.

And to look even further in Mike and Will’s histories with confrontation, both of them have had it pretty rough with their families. Namely, their dads.

In seasons 1 and 2, we see it illustrated through the Wheeler family dinners how Mike has lived his fair share of being shut down by his dad.

Mike doesn’t fight with his dad. Doesn’t confront. He makes an attempt each time to reason with his parents, but his dad ultimately shuts him down. So Mike either walks away or sits and stays silent.

Will, on the other hand, we don’t see with Lonnie explicitly, thank goodness. But what we do see is him overhearing Lonnie and Joyce fighting. In this flashback, we learn that Lonnie never does anything Will likes, and Jonathan encourages Will not to pretend to enjoy that poor treatment.

And while Will seems to be somewhat naturally quiet, I think that there’s also a spirit of quiet indignation that he’s rightfully and righteously grown through moments like these.

So, all of this to say, Mike is non-confrontational while Will is confrontational. That’s how they’ve been built as characters.

So how does this play into Byler? Well, look no further than their arguments in season 3 chapter 3 and season 4 chapter 2. The non-confrontational Mike meets the confrontationist Will. Things go according to character: Will is calling Mike out on his behavior and ignorance and Mike is leveling it and bearing it as he lets Will talk.

But then, both times they fight, the canvas is flipped. Mike ends up being the final word while Will is left speechless.

These reactions are heartbreaking. They’re supposed to be. They show Will’s defeat and Mike’s regret. They show how much their words affect each other and actively change the way they normally face confrontation.

They could have brushed each other off, in fact, they both had the opportunity in both fights to let the other leave (Will could have biked off without another word from Mike and Lucas in season 3 and Will could have let Mike continue looking for El in season 4). But they didn’t let each other leave. They engaged with each other and made known what was on their hearts in the moment.

So what make Mike and Will so important to each other is that they take each other’s words seriously, to the point that they aren’t afraid to be vulnerable and show each other what makes them upset, upset enough to respectively gain or lose their air of non/confrontation. And even though they don’t say “I’m saying this because I love you” outright, it’s clear that they mean as such because they’re ultimately trying to better each other and understand each other in any way they can, raw and hurtful as it is.

So maybe at first glance, this sounds toxic. Why would I call their raw and hurtful arguing positive and bettering and basically a big, unsaid “I love you?” Well, the thing is that Mike and Will don’t continue arguing. Notice their reactions after each one:

They know that they aren’t being themselves when they argue - they know! After both fights, Will falls into somber reflection, and Mike hastens to apologize.

And what gets me is that fact that the canvas of confrontation flips for their apologies, too. Confrontationist Will takes the pain but the non-confrontational Mike initiates the apologies. Both times. And suddenly, Mike having the final word and Will being left speechless isn’t sad anymore. It’s quite the opposite, actually.

What’s even sweeter is how we see them grow from season 3 to season 4. Where the argument is largely ignored in season 3 because of the Mind Flayer, in season 4, they address their argument and explicitly conclude that they want to be friends. “Best friends.”

So despite the emotional damage they inflict on each other, they come together by the end of it, closer than ever. They want to realign their relationship that’s thrown out of equilibrium. They want to stick together. This proves to me that they have undeniable love for each other and an integral bond (and I don’t know about you, but I think integrity is a major sign of relationship compatibility).

At the end of the day, even without fully looking at what they say in their confronting one another, you can see it in the intimate concept of their emotional separation followed by faithful rectification; they love each other. They know each other. Even at their lowest, even though they face confrontation so differently, they ultimately want to support each other. They pursue each other and choose to stand beside each other.

So yeah. If you ask me, Byler is endgame.

Thank you for coming to my completely unprompted, brainrot-induced TED talk lmao

[colormepurplex2]

Make You Mine | Claimed

↳  Alpha Jungkook x Omega f.Reader ⤜ Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 7,508 ⚠️ Angst, shit-talking, praise kink, breed kink, knotting, creampie, marking/claiming  

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You don't have time to focus on the scent as your mother ushers you from the room. The memory of it still clings to you, though. A sultry sweetness that has saliva pooling in your mouth. You're eager to get downstairs now and check out the expansive buffet, keen on locating whatever beautiful dish is to blame for that scent.

"Is the food in the dining room?" You ask your mom absently as she leads you down the hall.

"What? Oh. Yes, but you'll have to put a pin in your appetite, sweetie, we have a lot to do. Proprieties to maintain," she explains, much to your dismay. You really just want a taste of whatever is making that smell. A longing settles in the pit of your belly, eager to at least pick up the scent again.

At the top of the stairs, your mother halts you with a gentle hand on your elbow.

"Ahem," Roland clearing his throat beside you makes you jump in surprise. "Sorry," he murmurs. "If you will?" He offers you his arm.

"Go on, sweetie, Ro will take you down to your father," your mom encourages, you can clearly see the excitement in her eyes.

You glance out over the open entryway that is filled with both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Standing at the foot of the stairs you catch your father's eyes, he smiles and nods. Everyone is dressed in formal attire. You can't think of the last time you saw so many uptight men in suits who are much more accustomed to worn-out leather and faded jeans.

"Omega, come," your pack leader mutters gruffly. His voice is laced with what you've come to recognize as his secondary 'voice', the subtlest echo of his words, barely perceptible. The first time you heard it was just after you presented in that board meeting, it was confusing and a little frightening. Now, you're used to deciphering when he's using his voice and when he's using his 'voice'. This isn't merely him requesting you attend him, this is a pack-deep command, one you can't disobey. You eye his offered arm and gently slip your fingers into the crook of his elbow. "You look lovely tonight. I'm proud to have you as pack." His murmured words take you by surprise but also fill you with a sense of self, belonging and comfort. Roland might come off as a brutish asshole, but deep down he really does care about those he claims as pack, you included.

At the bottom of the stairs, all eyes on you, your father steps up on the other side of you and takes up your free hand. "Hi, honey," he whispers.

In a loud and booming voice, Roland addresses the room. "Thank you all for coming. Tonight is a special occasion, a far too rare one. It's a night of comradery, kinship, and new beginnings. A member of my pack has presented," he nods to you with a smile, "we recognize and welcome her." He finishes with your name and declaring your designation. The word omega echoes through the large foyer. There is a pregnant pause, you could hear a pin drop in the room before it erupts in cheers and applause. Your cheeks flame bright pink and you squeeze your father's hand tightly.

"Let the shuffle begin," your father comments through his teeth, maintaining the smile on his face.

"Shuffle?" You whisper, questioningly.

"You'll see, honey," he laughs now, a full belly laugh that gains the attention of the people closest to you.

"Now, don't go scaring her," your mother says coming up behind you. "Foolish man," she snips before turning to you. "It's time to greet everyone. Come on." She pulls your hand from Roland's arm and thus the 'shuffle' begins.

It's slow-moving, painfully so. Stopping or being stopped, shaking hands or bowing heads in a polite manner. The fact your mother recites each and every person's name in your ear before approaching them astounds you. By the fifth person, you've already forgotten the first.

You're exchanging pleasantries with the lead beta of the Lee pack when you catch the faintest whiff of that wonderful aroma again. It takes you a moment to realize the beta was addressing you.

"I'm sorry, sir, what was that?" You catch the sharp look your mother gives you from the corner of your eye.

The middle-aged gentleman smiles politely if a little strained. "I was saying you must be relieved to have finally presented. We have a young female who hasn't presented yet. The poor dear is approaching her twenty-fifth summer. We weren't sure what would happen, then we got news from Roland about you and it's given us some hope. Perhaps, she'll be an omega just like you." He exchanges a fond look with his partner, a beta female who seems to be of similar age to him.

"Right, yes, of course. It was a big relief," you give him a tight smile, trying to hide the fact you're irritated over having lost the scent again.

The night continues like this. More people comment on just how happy you must be to have finally presented as if their comments aren't rubbing your nose in the fact it took so long. A few snider comments are made, not exactly saying you must be defective to have presented so late, but you can read between the lines well enough. It's exhausting, trying to maintain a smile when all you want to do is find the buffet line.

You catch a glimpse of it a few times, between shoulders and heads as your mom and dad wade you through the throng of attendees. You would swear you've walked several miles around the estate, through lounges, the billiard room, out on the back patio, and back through the giant foyer. Never once do your parents parade you through a dining room. Occasionally, you catch the sweet scent in the air and every time your mother steers you in a different direction.

"Now, before you get bent out of shape, just know that this is tradition," your mother begins softly, her eyes meeting yours. You see a small plea in them, a plea for your understanding. Your hackles rise before she can even finish her sentence, "we had to invite the Jeons, there was no way around it."

Before you can protest your mother is turning and catching the attention of an older couple. The man is leaning heavily on a silver-capped cane. A woman, clearly his mate, looks like she's clinging to his arm but you can see the subtle way she supports him as opposed to drapes on him. "Jeon," your father nods his head to the older gentleman. "I'd like you to meet our newly presented omega."

The former Jeon pack leader smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. His voice is husky, as he addresses you. "Beautiful like the mother, fierce like the father. I greet you, omega, welcome to the world." He has such a poetic and polite way of speaking that you almost forget you're supposed to hate this man, hate his family for encroaching on your land. He offers you the hand not gripping his cane, you take it. It's soft and warm, not beastly or gnarled at all as you surely thought it would have to be. Though, you tell yourself it's not this man you should feel anger towards, it's his asshole of a youngest son. He introduces his wife, his soulmate. You've never met another mated alpha and omega pair, Roland and Mari were the rarity in your life.

"It's a pleasure meeting you both," you intone politely.

As you turn to move on, seeking the next person needing to greet you, the husky voice calls you back. "I would like for you to meet my son." You grind your teeth together so hard they ache. His son is absolutely the last person you want to meet. Your father raises an eyebrow at you, one that says 'mind your manners, young lady'. You turn back, plastering as pleasant of a smile on your face as you can.

"Of course, sir, I'd love to meet your son."

"Come say hello," he says to a tall, handsome man off to the side. Your senses go on high alert and it takes everything you have in you to not bare your teeth at the young man.

He steps forward and extends a hand out to you, eyes meeting yours. You pry your fingers out of the fist they're formed in at your side and place them daintily in his. As he bows over your clasped hands you catch the faintest scent in the air. It shocks you, making the muscles in your stomach tense up. This man is no alpha, you can clearly smell the mild scent of beta as if he were wearing it like a cologne. So, this isn't the prodigal son that's gobbling up your land like it's a lifeblood.

"Hello and welcome, omega," the oldest Jeon son murmurs before righting himself and releasing your hand. If this isn't the bastard alpha then where is he?

Your curiosity isn't long for the world. "You just missed our pack leader, he stepped away in search of some food I'm afraid," the ex-pack leader explains. Relief floods through you. Maybe, if you're lucky, you can avoid him all together tonight.

The scent hits you again and you've finally had enough. "Mom, Dad, please. Can I have a break? Surely there can't be that many more people I haven't been greeted by tonight."

Your parents share a long look, exchanging silent words in only the way they can. "Alright, sweetie. Take some time, mingle, get something to eat, a drink, and enjoy yourself. But," your mom eyes you pointedly, "if you see anyone, and I mean anyone, you haven't been introduced to, you have to promise me you'll go up to them." You know exactly to whom she is referring and it sets your teeth on edge.

"Okay, mom, I promise." Despite your burning desire to not do that, you know you will, because you want to make your parents proud.

The full length of your gown swirls around your ankles as you briskly stride through the crowds of people mingling on the first floor of Roland's sprawling home. You're pretty sure you saw food tables erected in one of these rooms. Your head swivels, checking each open doorway as you glide down the hall. The heady, sweet scent hits you so hard you almost stumble in your efforts to stop and backpedal.

It's coming from an open doorway on your right. You peer into the room and are momentarily confused as you don't see a single buffet table. It's a lounge complete with two leather couches, floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and a large stone fireplace. There are only a few scatterings of people, socializing quietly. You catch a glimpse of a broad back across the room, covered in the only leather in the throng of suit jackets. Who would come to a designation celebration dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket? You step slowly into the room so as to not draw attention to yourself. The scent is still here, stronger now that you're on the other side of the doorway.

The man you were eyeing before catches your attention again as he belts out a laugh. It's the most pleasant sound you've heard all night. Weird, thinking that a laugh from a stranger would sound that pleasant. You shake your head, dispelling the odd thought. As you turn to scan the rest of the room your eye catches one of the individuals the man is talking to. You recognize that face, one of the alphas from the Kim family. You narrow your eyes, clenching your fist by your side. Another laugh erupts from the man in leather and you watch as he brings a hand up and runs it through his thick black hair. The instant his hands start to ruffle the strands, the scent hits you so hard you stagger back and nearly knock into a beta from the Park family.

"Hey, you okay?" The beta steadies you with a hand on your back.

You don't mean to grab him, you're just trying desperately to escape the room and need purchase to find your feet. "Sorry," you snatch your hand away from where it's gripping his lapel. "I...uh-" you choke on your words, the heady sweet scent slipping into your lungs nearly chokes you.

Another hand touches your shoulder and you whip around, hair spilling over your shoulder and across the top of your breasts where they're exposed with the plunging neckline of your gown. The man with his hand on your shoulder snatches it back with a soft hiss. "You," the word is a low growl from the back of his throat. Your heart pounds as you stare into dark eyes. Eyes that are framed with jet black hair, coiffed perfectly to reveal a smooth forehead. His leather jacket creaks slightly as he takes a step back from you.

The scent is now so strong you are certain you're about to suffocate if you don't get fresh air. You watch his nostrils flare, like he's taking in deep and dragging breaths. He begins to lean ever so closer to you like he's being drawn in against his will.

"Jungkook, is everything okay?" The voice breaks through your fog instantly, bringing you back to reality. Your eyes snap up to the man that spoke. He's gorgeous, with bright blond hair and warm eyes. The red suit he's wearing would be jarring if it were on anyone else, but it compliments him well. "Hey, snap out of it." The guy actually snaps his fingers in Jungkook's face. The leather-clad man jerks, the spell broken.

"I'm fine," he grouches at the man in red.

You swallow hard against the lump in your throat. The one man you didn't want to see tonight. The one man that is at the top of your shit list. Jeon Jungkook, pack leader and alpha of the Jeon family, is standing right in front of you. You know if your mother were here she would look at you expectantly, waiting for you to offer your hand and introduce yourself. But, your mom isn't here. So, you turn swiftly and practically run out of the room. Fleeing the intoxicating scent rolling off the man you've sworn to be your arch-nemesis.

"Hey!" A voice calls after you but you don't stop or turn to see who's trying to hail you. You just need to get out, find some fresh air. Right. Now.

What you miss is the way Jungkook stands in the hall, watching your back as you run away from him. His alpha is restless, screaming at him to chase after you. His friends gather around him, their questioning looks not nearly enough to make Jungkook look away until you've disappeared around a corner, finally breaking line of sight.

"It's her," he says.

"What's her?" The man in red asks.

"The scent," he blinks a few times, trying to wrap his mind around it. "What I've been smelling all night.

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The last thing you wanted, the absolute last, had just sent you spiraling. Your nerves are shot, adrenaline pumping, as you spill out onto the back patio and drink in the chilly night air. You feel like a moron. You should have known! The laugh that bubbles up from your throat sounds manic to your own ears. Your eyes dart around, flicking nervously away from the few people around you.

Your feet take you away from the clamor on the back patio. A dozen quick strides take you beyond the lights and into the garden beyond. You rub your hands along your arms, taking deep lungfuls of air to help clear the scent. It's not fair. Your mind says no but your body is screaming yes. Your feet falter on their path through the garden, every natural instinct demanding you turn around.

"No!" You whisper fiercely to yourself. "It can't be."

But it is. That scent, the one that's been driving you crazy all night, is one you should have recognized for what it is. You've taken classes on bonds within the hierarchy. There are lower spectrum bonds, bonds that can be had between any pack members. There are mid-spectrum bonds, those usually lead to marriage. Then there is the high spectrum bond, the one only possible between an alpha and an omega. The ultimate bond, the soulmate bond. You know its significance, why it's so important. Soulmates are rare, but their bonds make the strongest foundation for a pack to thrive. What you didn't expect was...this.

"Hey, you're the new omega, right? Can we talk?"

You freeze, half turning before you catch yourself.

"I have nothing to say to you," you cross your arms under your breasts and focus on the gravel path before you. You want to run, hide, but your feet stay firmly planted.

You hear the crunch of gravel behind you, coming closer. "You and I both know that's not true."

"You know nothing about me." It irritates you that he thinks he knows what you want.

"I know you smell divine and it's driving my alpha wild," he comments coyly, voice just behind your left ear.

You can no longer stand it, you turn and come up short, having to take a half step back to keep from bumping into his solid body. "I don't care what it's doing to your alpha," you comment hotly, keeping your eyes downcast. That's not true, that's not true at all. There is a low coo reverberating deep in your chest, your omega trying to answer in your stead. You swallow hard, finally letting your eyes come up and meet his.

Mistake. Big, big, big mistake. You both take deep breaths, chests rising in unison. You want to scream, cry, and shake a fist at the sky. You also want to throw yourself at him and claim what's yours. Because, that's exactly what this man is...yours, irrevocably and unequivocally yours.

"Soul-" he begins.

"-mate." The word hangs, suspended in the air between you. Electric on your tongue and lips, even though you didn't mean to say it aloud with him.

The smile that tugs at his lips is amusing, almost childish in a way. "You want me," he states, the smile turning sly.

You scoff and roll your eyes. What a fucking knot-head. "Again, trying to tell me what I want and don't. You get off on power or something, Jeon?"

"Jungkook. Please, call me Jungkook." His brows pinch together like he meant to say something more commanding but it came out pleading instead.

"Well, Jungkook," you hate the way you love how his name curls your tongue, "if you don't mind, I have a party to get back to." You take a step, intending to skirt around him.

"Wait!" He grabs your arms, which are still crossed in front of you. You both audibly gasp as his hand nestles right into your cleavage. You throw your arms away from your chest, essentially flinging his hand away, too.

There is heat behind your eyes. You should be mad, should be furious, but the raging inferno inside you is not one of anger. You can still feel the tingles along your skin where his flesh was against yours. It makes your nipples tighten beneath the silk of your gown.

The sultry sweetness fills your lungs as you take in a deep breath. You force every ounce of formality into your voice, your mother would be proud. "Thank you for coming to my designation celebration," you pause, considering for a moment to call him a choice word, "Jungkook, but I really must be getting back now."

He lets you go, but you don't miss the hunger in his eyes as he turns and watches you run away from him yet again. You have no idea the maelstrom brewing beneath his seemingly calm exterior, alpha raging and beating against his inner cage, screaming 'mine, mine, mine'.

"You can't run from me forever, omega," he calls, voice barely carrying over the noise of the party as you approach the back patio.

You don't need to run forever, you tell yourself, just long enough to survive the rest of the night.

"Oh, honey, there you are!" Your father exclaims as you slip in through the open backdoor. "Did you get something to eat?" You make a noncommittal noise in the back of your throat. The last thing you want to think about is eating right now. You feel hot, skin going clammy. "What's wrong?" Your dad asks, brushing a loose curl away from your face.

"I'm f-fine, dad, promise. It's just a bit overwhelming, you know?" You know he takes it as the party being overwhelming, meeting so many new people, while simultaneously having new experiences with your newly acquired designation. Smells alone can be overwhelming. You've spent all night filtering through the subtle hint of piney beta, trying not to wrinkle your nose at the spice of an alpha, and failing to quell the inner mewling of your omega when you encounter the handful of other omegas here with their sweet perfume, like mellow honey and sunflowers. Though, nothing compares to the smell of your-...of the-...him. You catch sight of him beyond your dad. Your eyes meet and you have to suppress the shudder that creeps up your spine.

"It won't be much longer, honey, just a few more hours and you can rest." Your father offers you a soft smile. His eyes glimmer with pride again and it makes the tension leave your shoulders if only for a moment. Your nose twitches as it catches that addicting sweet scent in the air again. "Your mother and I are so proud of you. Go on, kiddo, get back to it." He squeezes your shoulder affectionately before stepping away to, more than likely, find your mother.

You look around the large room, eyes flicking from face to face. You take a step up onto the bottom stair of the large staircase in the foyer, hoping the added height will let you see over the crowd. It's silly, this internal battle. Part of you wants nothing more than to see Jungkook again, let his fierce gaze, the gaze of your soulmate, sear across your skin. But, there is another part, a smaller part, that keeps reminding you of the hardship he's brought to your family. How can your soulmate be someone you so vehemently want to hate? Is this fate’s way of laughing in your face, or maybe the opportunity to strengthen your own pack. That thought catches you off guard. Could this bond really help bridge the gaping maw between the two families?

Your feet shuffle up a few more steps, your hands gripping the railing as you lean out to try and see further into the adjoining rooms. You swear you catch the flash of leather in one of the lounges. It's gone before you can be sure, though. You huff a breath, going up a few more steps. "Oh, this is foolish," you mutter under your breath to yourself. You shake your head, ascending the rest of the stairs to the second floor. You just need to take another moment, clear your head.

The borrowed bedroom is at the end of the hall of the east wing. You push the door closed behind you and retreat into the attached bathroom. Grabbing a towel, you gently pat at your face, ridding yourself of the slight sheen of perspiration without ruining your makeup. Your mother worked hard on the delicate smoky eye and subtle hints of rosy blush.

The air is suddenly stifling, electric. Carried on your next breath is that heady, sweet scent. The one you spent most of your night chasing and most recently, running away from. Were you so caught up that you hadn't heard the door opening?

"I know you're in here," Jungkook calls quietly. His voice penetrates beneath your surface, your omega whines in response 'he came for us'!

"Do you need something?" You ask, voice catching slightly.

The bathroom door swings open, revealing the dark bedroom beyond. You hadn't bothered to turn a light on when you came in. You can barely make out his shrouded figure beyond the doorway. "I think you know exactly what I need." There is no mistaking the sexual twist to his words, the insinuation.

"And I think you should try thinking with something other than your knot," you snark back, brushing past him as you exit the bathroom.

"So you've been thinking about my knot?" He catches your arm and spins you around, your body thumping solidly into his. The light from the bathroom illuminates his side profile, sending sharp lines and shadows across half of his face.

That's not what you meant, he has to know that's not what you meant. Though, now that he's planted that idea in your head, you can't seem to shake it. An alpha's knot is...well, your omega pants with longing and you have to swallow hard to not pant yourself. "No, alpha," you bite the words out, emphasizing his designation like it's a curse.

You can feel him shudder against you. "I can change that," he purrs, nudging his nose against yours.

"Gross," you scoff, trying to untangle his arms from around you. You hadn't realized he'd pulled you in so close, his muscled arms holding you tight to his chest.

His eyes narrow. "Don't play hard to get. We both know you'll lose in the end. You're mine." The word ends on a snarl.

The leather of his jacket is smooth under your hands as you brace them against his chest, trying to gain at least an inch of space between your bodies. It's a futile effort. "What are you, twelve? How childish, viewing this like it's some sort of game you can win or lose."

You can tell that it hits a nerve. It's no secret the youngest Jeon son presented at an early age. Alpha at sixteen, pack leader before he was eighteen. He's still young, a handful of years younger than you. "I'm old enough," he bares his teeth in a challenge.

"I don't know about that, Jeon, should I call your mommy to come hold your hand and show you how to properly treat a lady?"

That hits a little deeper. His arms tighten around you, pressing your chest firmly against his. You can see his eyes dip down, feel his gaze caress the tops of your breasts now almost spilling from the plunging neckline of your gown. "You know, I don't think she'd care to see just what I'm about to do to you." His breath is hot as he leans in and brushes his nose along the side of your neck.

"Quite the gentleman, preserving proprieties for the ladies, I see," you snipe back. "In that case, how about we invite your brother, instead? I bet he could teach you a thing or two."

The growl that rips from Jungkook's throat sends your omega into a frenzy. Knees like jello, you slump in his arms, hands clutching at his leather jacket. "Don't think you can rattle my cage, omega, I can read you like an open book." He slips a hand down to your thigh, fingers dipping into the slit of your dress. "My brother couldn't find his way between the legs of a woman if I drew him a map," his lips are on your neck as he snakes his hand between the panels of purple silk, "'x' marks the spot," he growls as he palms you through your panties.

"J-Jungkook," you squirm against him.

"Admit it."

"What?" You gasp.

"Admit you want this. Admit that you want this as much as I do. I can feel it, your omega calling out to me. You can't lie to me, I smell it." He rubs the lace between your thighs and you're intimately aware of the slick seeping through onto his fingers, you can smell it, too. Slowly, he pulls back, eyes meeting yours and you can see it there, in their depths. His desire, his own need for you, flaring brightly.

You think it would be easy to say 'no', to walk away. This is the man you're supposed to hate. But, how can you hate someone that you so desperately need? You can feel it, deep down inside and just below the surface, this is it. He is it. There is a small part of you that sings in triumph, regardless of whether you admit it or not, you'll always have the victory of knowing you didn't give in first. You can also see that in his eyes, he caved the instant he touched your shoulder in that lounge earlier, the moment he knew who the scent belonged to.

With the slightest tilt of your chin, you admit it. It's not a grand declaration nor do you give him the satisfaction of a verbal response, just the subtlest of nods. His arms are like iron as they cage around you again. He buries his face into your neck, inhaling so deep his chest puffs up against yours. "Alpha," the word is a whine, spilling from your lips before you realize it. Your damned omega treads water at the surface, begging to be set free to claim her soulmate.

"Fuck," he growls, you can feel the heat from his breath sear down the column of your neck. "You're mine. Mine, mine, mine!" He relinquishes his hold on you long enough to move his hands to cup your face. His eyes are wide, full of hunger. He searches yours, eyes flicking back and forth before dropping to your lips. Your omega preens, 'yes, yes, yes, yours!'.

"Kiss me," it's a fervent demand, your lips parted and tongue poised.

He doesn't disappoint, quickly slotting his lips over yours. He tastes sweet, the scent in the air only intensified by how it feels on your tongue. You could drown in this and wouldn't dare to bat an eyelash. You shudder, clamping your hands around his wrists and anchoring his hold on your face. If you could have your way, he'd never stop kissing you.

Your omega whines as he pulls away, panting. Lips kiss swollen and tongue darting over them to taste you all over again. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks. "Soulmate," the word leaves him in such a hushed tone you never would have caught it, if you didn't see it reflected in his eyes, echoing in your own mind as if he was speaking directly into your ear.

He pulls you back in, lips brushing yours softly before trailing along your jawline. His nose presses into your neck again, as a man starved and the only thing that could sate his hunger is buried there. A hot wetness glides over your skin quickly, replaced by the firm press of his lips as he sucks a mark just below your ear. "Ah-h, fuck, Jungkook," you whine, pressing your body further against him, you don't miss the growing hardness against your lower stomach. Your hands fall from their grip on his wrists and fist against into the leather of his jacket, tugging at it in an attempt to remove it.

Jungkook groans against your neck, you can feel the faintest impression of his teeth nipping at your skin. You can tell it takes him some effort to regain a modicum of composure. With a last lick to your neck, he pulls back and meets your eyes again. The dark pools in his eyes are endless, barely a hint of brown surrounding his blown pupils. They catch the light from the bathroom, glinting and sending a thrill down your spine. He shrugs out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

"I'd rip this to shreds if you didn't need to wear it after," he mutters, his eyes dropping to the clinging purple silk of your dress. Deft fingers slip beneath the cool fabric where it rests on your shoulders. The dress is really easy to get out of, something you're extremely grateful for at this moment. A simple flick of his wrists has the silk slipping down your shoulders. You shiver as it peels away from your body. Goosebumps follow it down your arms and across your belly.

A low rumble comes from Jungkook as the silk tumbles to settle around your hips. Your nipples pebble tightly being exposed to the slight chill in the air. It only takes a push and shimmy to have your dress puddling at your feet. The thin scrap of lace left hugging your hips falls quickly thanks to a pluck from Jungkook's sly fingers. "I liked those," you scoff playfully, kicking off your heels.

"I liked them, too, they were just in the way," Jungkook retorts, stepping back to get a better look at your now exposed body. You can't help the blush that colors your cheeks under his gaze. Normally you're not so prudent, but for some reason being looked over by this man makes you feel weak in the knees. This isn't just any man, this is the man. Soulmate. The word echoes in your mind. All other thoughts fizzle as Jungkook grabs the hem of his black t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as it's your turn to gaze upon him.

Muscles ripple along his chest and stomach as he discards the shirt. His dark nipples contrast so beautifully with his golden skin. The skin you're itching to touch. You don't realize you're reaching forward until your hand bumps into his at his belt buckle. His eyes catch yours and he smirks, dropping his hand and giving you a look that says 'go on then'. It's a wonder your hands don't tremble as you unbuckle the belt and thumb open the button to his jeans, nor as you slide the zipper down. They do, however, twitch as you slip them beneath the fabric and along his hips, the electric shocks from being so close to his skin tingle along your fingers.

You step closer, eyes trained on his hips as your hands work the denim loose. A sharp breath is sucked between your teeth as Jungkook's hands land on your own hips. His thumbs rub small circles, sending pulses of arousal through your belly. "I'm supposed to hate you, you know?" You ask, finally shoving his pants free to pool at his feet.

"Can't say I was your biggest fan, either," he smirks, "but you'll be screaming your love for me by the time I'm done." Cocky swagger is normally something you turn your nose up at. But, his words have your omega howling, instead. You take another step, so close now your nipples brush against his chest with every breath you take in. Your hands circle around, gripping his pert ass over his tight boxer briefs. He grunts as your fingers dig into the muscle.

"Or maybe you'll be the one screaming," you whisper, letting your nails pierce the fabric and scratch along his ass. He hisses, mouth twisting up in a silent snarl.

"Be careful, omega, I'm hungry and you're starting to look like a tasty snack." His chest is heaving. You can feel every breath he takes as it presses his chest against yours.

A low growl builds in your own throat, your omega stepping up to that challenge. "You're not the only hungry one." In one smooth motion, you shove down his tattered underwear. You've been trying to not ogle the very large, very heavy object that now has your omega near-feral, but that's no longer possible. You think even if he wasn't an alpha he would still be a force to be reckoned with. You wrap your fingers around what you can, giving a slow and measured stroke up his cock. His head lolls back for a moment, a low moan issuing from between his lips. He's larger than seems possible, it has you shivering with anticipation.

When his head finally drops back down his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. He moves so quickly, hands tightening on your hips and launching you backward. Your back hits the bed and you let out a soft oomph. You watch him prowl toward you, thick length swinging, bobbing in the air, his frame silhouetted in the bathroom light. His knees dip the mattress as he crawls onto the bed. "You'll never go hungry with me, baby," he assures, looming over you. His hands grip your ankles and tug you toward him. They skirt up your legs to press into your thighs, spreading them. "I'll give you everything you could ever want. You belong to me now, you're mine to care for."

Hearing him stake his claim makes your omega purr in delight, the sound rolling across your tongue before you can suppress it. His hands press harder into your thighs and you know he can see the slick smeared and glistening along your inner thighs and ass. Jungkook slides his right hand along your thigh until his fingers brush across your mound. "That's a lot of talk for someone who hasn't even fucked me yet," you taunt, trying to get a rise out of him.

His eyes narrow. Suddenly, your ass is up and resting on his thighs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Are you so eager for me to tear your ass up?" The corner of his mouth turns up in a shit-eating grin.

You wiggle your ass, shifting on his lap. "Again with the lack of action. Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" Daring to take matters into your own hands, you slip one hand between your thighs and bring the other to tweak one of your nipples.

Before you're even able to work your fingers between your folds, Jungkook is snatching your hand away. "Mine!" he growls, working a finger from his other hand between your thighs. Finally, he touches you where you need it. Smooth, short strokes over your clit make you moan.

"Yours," you nod, hoping to encourage him further.

Jungkook spreads his thighs and your ass falls between them to the bed. He fists his free hand around his cock and runs it below where his finger still works against your clit. You can feel the moment he begins to press forward, the stretch is immense. Your back arches off the bed and you whine deep in your throat. "Shh, baby, it's okay. I've got you," he coos gently, in contrast to the fire licking over your core. He's slow, stopping often to focus his stroking over your clit. You realize the more he stops and toys with the bundle of nerves, the more you relax and the more slick your body produces to help ease him within your walls.

You see the glint of sweat on his face, his bottom lip brutally caught between his teeth. There is a slight tremor along his shoulders as he holds himself in check. His self-control and sheer willpower make you melt a little on the inside. The ice you've built around yourself when it comes to this man thins to the point of breaking. "Feels good," you moan softly as he finally settles into your depths.

His Adam's apple bobs, breath coming in short pants. He begins with slow and precise rolls of his hips, a smooth glide out and then back in. Your face twists, still on the precipice between pain and pleasure. As your body adjusts, producing more slick thanks to Jungkook's continued ministrations, pleasure blossoms and everything narrows to one focus- Jeon Jungkook, the man you can no longer say you hate, your soulmate.

Jungkook can feel your body relax. Every breath he takes in is not only laced with that heady, sweet scent he was looking for all night, but also with the contrasting creamy scent of your slick. Like honey and milk, you surround him, engulfing him, spurring him on. He locks one hand on your hip and the other moves from your clit to your lower stomach. His fingers splay over the soft skin of your belly. "You'll look so pretty, round with my pups," he mumbles, eyes focusing on the way his fingertips dent your flesh. He rubs the hand absently over you. "Going to make you so full," this time his words are hooked on a groan, his hips stuttering and his resolve falters for a moment.

"Fuck," you whine, arching your back so your hips dip and let him slide in even further. Hearing those claims from him sends shivers down your spine. The air fills with the distinct sounds of wet skin on skin, panting breaths, and purring moans.

His hand drifts to your other hip, both now locked firmly to hold you in place. "Who do you belong to?" he grunts out gruffly, accentuating the question with sharp thrusts that have your toes curling.

"You," you whisper out in a moan.

He gives an exceptionally harsh buck. "Louder!" The word is a half groan, half snarl.

"You," you keen, head tipping back into the mattress as he pistons forward. "You, you, you! I belong to you!"

"Good girl. That's right, you belong to me." The praise caresses your soul, strumming the thin strings connected between your fibers of being. You're so wound tight, you're sure you might shatter. "You'll get to cum on my knot for being so good."

Your omega beats so hard against your inner cage that you're almost certain you'd be able to see your chest vibrating with each blow if you were to look closely. "Alpha, please!" Your stomach muscles tense into a tight coil as the edge approaches.

Jungkook lurches forward, burying so deep as he presses his nose into your neck. The sudden weight of him on your chest constricts your breathing but makes your adrenaline surge. Your name is muffled against your neck as he cries out, his knot catching and stretching. "Cum, my pretty omega." He nips your neck, leaving a claiming mark. His hips continue their taps against you, forcing his head to grind against the rough patch of nerves the same way his pelvic mound grinds against your clit. The sensations compound on one another and you truly do shatter.

The orgasm that ripples through you is profound, muscles taught stone one moment and pooling silk the next. Your vision speckles so you squeeze your eyes shut. Mouth gaping in ecstasy, beautiful sounds tumbling from between your lips. You can feel his cock pulsing within you, still spilling thick strands of cum. His mouth finds yours, silencing your moans. Tongue and teeth, he consumes you until you're both trembling messes. You can feel the tug of his knot as he shifts his weight, bringing his arms up so he's resting his elbows to either side of you.

"I think I still hate you," you mumble against his mouth. His lips still their movement on yours and he pulls back. His brow is pinched, bottom lip rolling slightly. If you didn't know any better you'd say he was pouting. One eyebrow raises slowly, in question. "No one should be able to fuck that good, it's not fair to the rest of society."

His expression smooths then morphs into another you're quickly becoming familiar with, a cheeky shit-eating grin. "Well, the rest of the world will only know what they're missing out on if you tell them. Though, judging by how loud you are, everyone downstairs might already know."

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. "Speaking of, I probably should get back down there." You shift your hips, testing his knot. It's still stuck tight. "In a bit," you tack on with the realization.

"A long bit, baby," Jungkook says sweetly. Being careful to not tug and pull too much, he rolls you both over until he's below you and you're resting on his chest. "A good, long bit."

Now it's your turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "How long?"

"Until I'm done." He shrugs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tighter against him.

"Done with?" You question lightly, settling your cheek against his chest. You can hear his heart still hammering below. A deep rumble of laughter reverberates against your ear.

"Cuddling your cute ass."

"Wow," you can't help but snort your own laugh.

Who would have thought the big, burly, knot-head of an alpha would enjoy a sweet cuddle after sex. The intimacy of it contrasts so wildly to the way he claimed you. He continues to hold you, murmuring sweet words and affirmations long after his knot has deflated. His hands brush through your hair, glide over every inch of skin he can reach and is quick to offer a smile anytime you look up at him. Jungkook tells you about his family, perhaps they're not as bad as you may have thought. His fingers draw random swirls on your shoulder as he admits to his family encroaching on your family's land, followed quickly with the promise to have his family vacate the acres. Neither of you can deny the soulmate bond, each acknowledging it in turn. You know this will mean leaving your pack to join his, but that doesn't scare you the way it might have before.

"I almost didn't come tonight," he whispers softly, pulling you out of the half-sleep you'd been lulled into. "I'm glad I did. Soulmate or not, thank you for letting me make you mine."

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Ace of Hearts - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: enemies to lovers, secret feelings, late night confessions, new Avengers

word count: 7.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1438059900-ace-of-hearts-alicia

vibe: "I'm testing something." Alicia whispered. 

His brows furrowed in confusion as her hand crawled slowly up his arm until it stopped just below his elbow. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" She asked softly.

Masterlist

“Why are you like this?” Bucky asked following behind Sam as they headed towards the hangar. The last thing he needed on this mission was to be partnered with her. 

“It’s one mission, Buck.” Sam laughed, “Besides, if we’re all going to be a team and play nice with each other, you have to learn how to communicate with Alicia.” 

Bucky huffed as he glanced to the side as they walked. The building is much quieter nowadays. Well, as quiet as it could be. Both Parker and Bishop moved in a month ago and within a week Bucky had moved to the quietest hall in the building. The only probably now? His quarters were two doors down from hers…and that red hair… and those blue eyes that rival his own. 

“I’m not the one with the communication issue.” He muttered quickly, earning himself a look from Sam. Bucky frowned. “I’m not! I’m her superior,” he started but the word felt foreign on his tongue and distasteful, “Ace hardly listens to any orders that I give her and when she does it’s her way.” 

Sam sighed and stopped as they reached the Quinjet. “You know she hates it when you call her that.” His eyes darted around behind them checking for any of the other team members before speaking. “Listen, Alicia is a good addition to this team, a great one even. She’s got the skills you just refuse to see through whatever machismo front your putting up to hide the fact that somewhere deep down in that robo-brain of yours you actually like her.” 

His heart started to race and it was one of the many times that Bucky was thankful Sam didn’t have super hearing. “I don’t like her.” 

“You do.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, “okay argue with me all you want, but she’s still your partner on this mission so learn to actually listen to what she has to say.” 

“I wouldn’t need to if she would just listen–” 

“Reporting for Duty sir.” The sound of her voice carried through the hangar. Soft yet commanded the space around her. Chills ran down his spine the moment her footsteps stopped behind him. 

“Agent,” Sam nodded, “you’ll be with Barnes today.” 

Bucky turned just in time to see the slight fall of her features before she caught herself and pinned her shoulders back with a nod. “Great.” 

Sam let out a chuckle and patted Bucky on the shoulder before climbing into the quinjet without them. 

"Where do you need me, Barnes?" Alicia asked.

"Everywhere," Bucky thought, but managed to hold his composure in front of her. She looked at him with a raised brow, blue eyes boring into his with an intensity that he had to admire.

Alicia knew how to stand tall in front of him, shoulders rolled back so every vibe coming from her screamed confidence.

"You can go over the weapons once more, while I get the baby in the air. Make sure everything is as I taught you," he eventually answered. Alicia nodded, spun on her heels and stepped into the Quinjet.

"One mission," Bucky mumbled to himself while driving his fingers through his hair. His heart was galloping and he couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because her red hair and the confidence, that could easily be misjudged as arrogance, reminded him so much of Natasha.

Bucky had thought long and hard about the similarities the two redheads shared, but Natasha had inspired his confidence in his colleagues, encouraged him to embrace the team and fit in, Alicia's presence unsettled him. What was that phrase the kid used? Oh yeah, she set his spider sense tingling. He'd never really got over losing Natasha, both her and then Steve, and even Iron Dick at a push, had left him adrift. 

As the Quinjet took to the air, Bucky could hear Alicia, talking herself through the weapons check routine he'd taught the new recruits. She might make him feel like there were ants under her skin, but he had to give her some credit, she was a quick learner when she put her mind to it. It was her damn fucking mouth, which she put into gear before fully engaging her brain, that made her so damn infuriating. And then that damn look, like the outcome had actually been planned and wasn't down to sheer pissing good luck. And for her then to have the cheek of accusing him of neither being an effective communicator or listener.

Bucky could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise and realized he's got goosebumps on his arms, as he turned to look over his shoulder he realized his nemesis was standing inches away.

“What?” He asked, moving to reach for his locket to check on his own weapons, not meeting her heavy gaze. 

Alicia smacked her lips loudly, “You need to cut the Winter Soldier out of your hair again.”

Bucky stilled, stunned into silence for a few heartbeats. 

“I mean—“ Alicia blurted out. “Your hair— it’s getting longer!”

And there she was.

How could he become a better listener if she was always spitting nonsense at the most random times? 

“You need to focus on our mission,” Bucky sighed, his already low patience level dropping drastically in a matter of seconds. “And my hair is completely fine.” ‎

“Alright,” she mumbled, resuming her task and clicking in place the barrel of her most trusted handgun. Then, in a venomous whisper to herself: “Not my fault you’re starting to look like Elvis.”

“Do you always just blurt out every thought that pops into your head?” Bucky asked, “or do you do it purely just to piss me off?” 

He knew his mistake the second the corner of her pouty lips turned upwards into a shit eating grin. His heart thumped against his chest reminding him that maybe Sam wasn’t completely wrong. 

“I’m not responsible for your feelings Sergeant Barnes.” She quipped, going back to checking her weapons. “I was just simply informing you that your hair makes you look like you’re about to break out in song while you gyrate across the ship's platform and while I would pay good money, really good money to watch you impersonate Elvis, we don’t have time for that.” Alicia’s bright blue eyes found his with that smirk he so badly wanted to wipe off her face. 

“You’re pushing it Ace.” He said slamming his locker shut. Heat flickered in her eyes at the nickname, the jab a perfect hit. His own smirk crawled over his features as he sat down at the head of the quinjet. “Quit daydreaming and make yourself familiar with the layout of the warehouse.” 

“I’m already familiar—“ 

“Do it again.” Bucky barked, keeping his eyes forward on the clouds. A huff sounded from behind him with a muttered “yes sir,” before her footsteps disappeared away from him. He swallowed hard, guilt and frustration making an angry mess in his chest but this wasn’t a game to him. It never had been and taking precautions was important. If she didn’t understand that then he would make her.

"Twenty minutes 'till arrival," the Quinjet informed Bucky, so he took a deep breath and went once more over his own equipment, securing multiple guns and knives on his tactical suit. 

Alicia returned with a large blueprint in her hands, slamming it on the table in the middle of the lockers with a loud thud. 

Bucky turned, seeing her studying the paper in front of her with concentration.

"Let's go over the mission one more time."

"But I'm just coming out of the briefing..."

"I know, but as you've probably realized, I was busy getting the jet ready for our departure, so I wasn't at the briefing."

"Right. I'd never miss the grumpy vibes radiating from you," Alicia mumbled under her breath. A normal man wouldn't have heard it, but Bucky's super soldier senses allowed him to hear more than he'd liked to. He clenched his teeth in disapproval, but decided to ignore her.

"The documents are secured in an old wood factory, located in the middle of the forest underneath us. The factory has been abandoned for a few years now, but it's not our target anyway. Scans showed that there is an extended tunnel system under the area, reaching from the factory all the way to another house that was supposed to be the forester's home," Bucky started.

"We're entering the tunnels through one of the ventilation shafts that end right next to the main building of the factory. Redwing's scans this morning showed that there are only a few men guarding the factory, so we should be easily able to reach and enter the shaft without distraction." Alicia pointed her finger on the X on the map that signaled the entrance point through the shaft, showing off her burgundy painted fingernails. 

"Never call a mission easy. You'll jinx it," Bucky growled. 

"Wouldn't have seen you as the superstitious guy, Sergeant Barnes," she commented with a smirk.

"I'm not superstitious, just very fond of my life."

"Suuuuure," Alicia mumbled under her breath.

Bucky patted himself down, one last check that his favorite knife was in his most accessible holster, and eyed Alicia’s tactical suit too. 

“Move your glock, Ace—” 

“That’s what she said.” 

Bucky blinked slowly, flicking his tongue up to his top lip as a beat of silence passed between them before he continued, nonplussed.

“That gun is your strength and you’ll never reach it quick enough if it’s holstered on your less dominant side.” 

Surprisingly, Alicia did as she was told and Bucky thanked the high heavens for at least one win today. His gaze flicking to her slicked back ponytail — not a hair out of place — and her suddenly serious expression as he gave her a nod. 

“Lead the way, Sarge.” Then she beamed, big and bright, and Bucky groaned, swiping his metal hand over his face.

The forest wasn’t very thick, with large gaps between the trees. Bucky wasn’t sure if it would help or hinder them but the broad branches of the canopy were enough to disguise the quinjet in the clearing they touched down in.

They stood side by side at the ramp, eyes alert for any threat but there were none and the two Avengers made their way out of the clearing and into the forest in the direction of their factory target.

Quietly, the Quinjet closed back up behind them. He took a deep breath, listening, watching, trying to gauge just how close the guards were. "Should be through this area of forest," he said quietly, pointing straight in front of him.

The two Avengers tracked silently through the forest, only stopping to check their bearings and to listen for signs of life. Redwing had shown that there were few patrols in this area, which is why they'd chosen that particular landing site. 

Bucky had to admit that, when her mouth was shut and she was focussed on the mission, the girl could potentially make a half decent agent. She was light on her feet and her eyes were constantly monitoring the terrain whilst still.being watchful for danger and able to clock his position. He spotted movement ahead and was impressed that when he turned to signal their stop, she was already signaling the alert back, nodding her agreement.

Alicia’s dominant hand reached for her holster, hovering over it as she made a first step sideways to cover Bucky’s side. She clenched her jaw, her focus unwavering.

His gaze lingered there, following the motion of her throat as she swallowed. 

Funny how a single, innocent action could derail the train of thought of even the best soldier on the field.

In a matter of seconds, a sliver of light passed right by him. The air thickened as his senses fired up with danger signals.

In front of him a guard fell on the soft layer of leaves with a deaf thud, an all too familiar blade handle standing straight from his chest.

“Did you just throw my knife at him?” Bucky asked, almost giving himself whiplash from turning in Alicia’s direction.

“You just dropped something, Sarge,” She blinked up at him. “Your jaw.” 

"Don't touch my knife." He grumbled pressing his foot to the guard's chest and pulling it out in one swift motion. He wiped the blood on his pant leg before putting it back into his holster. "Did you bring any of your own?" Bucky glanced up at her watching as her eyes scanned the treeline around them. 

"Your's was closer." She muttered her blue gaze flicking down to his before she readjusted her grip on her gun and pushed forward. Bucky stood there, staring at her with a thousand thoughts running through his mind. It was impressive, her speed and aim. He had seen her in the training room, plenty of times throwing daggers at foam forms but never quite like that. "You coming?" She asked, cutting through his thoughts. 

He narrowed his eyes at her and nodded.

It wasn’t long before they made it to the factory. The building looked decrepit, surrounded by rubble and rotting wood. 

“This looks safe,” Alicia muttered, shuddering as a large bird landed on the roof and more brick and stone fell to the ground by the rusted iron doors. 

“We’ll be fine. Stay alert, watch my six. We make it to the vent, that’s half the job done.” 

“See, how can I not say it’s an easy op when you make it sound like a piece of cake?” 

Bucky glanced at her over his shoulder, two seconds away from an eye roll as he brought his fingers to his lips and mimed zipping them shut. 

“Shut up, Alicia. Got it, Sarge.” 

Bucky couldn’t contain the eye roll that time, choosing to ignore anything that came out of Alicia’s mouth that wasn’t mission imperative. He raised a hand, pointing two sharp fingers towards the entrance and made a mental note to knock Sam upside the head.

On the lightest of steps, both Bucky and Alicia crept silently to it and swiftly pulled it open, careful not to make a sound to alert any guards. With a confirming nod, Bucky went it first and then felt as Alicia went in after him.

He sent a silent prayer nothing would give out from underneath their weights as a low creak sounded.

Thankfully it was a short distance and they reached the end of it without trouble, checked their surroundings and headed for the hidden lab. 

“This is it,” Alicia muttered, approaching an unmarked and nondescript door.

She stood to the side, her hand on the door handle and then nodded to Bucky, awaiting his confirmation that he was ready. One brusque nod in return and they were entering and sweeping the room with a syncopation that belied the short amount of time they’d actually worked together.

Bucky stared at her, rifling through paperwork, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth in concentration. Maybe he’d been too hard on her, maybe she deserved…

“You ok there, Sarge?” She asked, shaking him from his reverie. “You look a little dazed. You didn’t touch any of the bottles did you? Didn’t breathe in any powder or gas? ‘Cause I’ve read things and as much as we’re teammates there ain’t no way I’d assist you in-”

“Can it, Ace, just keep looking,” he grumbled, his brows drawn into a frown.

Bucky watched as she rolled her eyes and continued her search. He turned and looked out of the door, looking side to side, making sure they weren't followed. He could hear every step, every shuffle of paper, every drawer and folder she opened. "Any luck?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, turning towards him. "And the intel was definite that the formula was still here?" She asked.

"You know as much as I do," he retorted, "you being in the briefing and all." He blew out a frustrated breath, turning away from her his eyes focussed on the bench at the far corner of the room. The drawers were all closed, with individual keyholes in each.

"Over here," Bucky suggested, covering the distance in a few strides.

Her footsteps behind him were careful, calculated and he counted each one until he knelt in front of the bench. Warm vanilla and lavender flooded his senses as she squatted next to him, running her fingers over each key hole. "Think you can get this open?" He asked, his voice strained as he tried to not let her sweet smell overwhelm him. 

"Maybe," She said with furrowed brows as she glanced closer. "You think they're in here?" 

"It's the only one locked." He said plainly. 

"It could also be a decoy." Alicia frowned, pulling out a small tool kit. "Use those ears of yours and listen for more guards while I do this." 

Bucky scowled, "you ain't the boss here Ace." 

"And you don't have the lock picking skill I do." She quipped back scooting closer to the drawers. "Have my back for once."

Bucky grumbled but took watch, glancing back at Alicia every few seconds. She hummed under her breath as she worked and he tried to drown it out, focusing his ears on the faint sounds beyond the door, picking out noise in the wind and footsteps too far away to worry about yet.

“How’s it looking?” 

“My pick keeps jamming, but I can feel it loosening. Just give me a moment,” Alicia replied, “I’ve got this, Sarge.”

“I know you do, Ace,” Bucky mumbled, pacing towards the door on light feet. 

“So you do trust me to do my job?” 

“Never said I didn’t. I just—” he was cut off when something clicked loudly and the sound of metal sliding on metal had him spinning on his heel. 

“Ah-ha! I’m in!”

"Careful!" The order came out quickly from Bucky, startling her as he rushed to her before she could touch anything. 

Alicia's hands were raised away from the drawer, apprehensive as he approached her and braced himself to open it.

"It could be booby trapped," Bucky felt the need to explain. Even if he knew that she understood without saying the dangers possibly lurking everywhere.

"Step back, let me handle it." He ordered firmly.

With a raised brow, Alicia stood back on her feet and gestured to the drawer in a sweeping motion.

"I don't think it's fair that you'd take a possible hit but.. all yours Sarge."

“Nice,” he nodded, a small smile gracing his features. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

Bucky watched as Alicia rolled the paperwork and stowed it inside the zip of her combat gear. 

"What?" She asked, feeling a scorning judgment brewing behind his hooded gaze. "This way I've got both hands free in case we need to fight our way out." 

"Well we may well need to do that. Come on, shift gears," cocking his head towards the door back to the tunnels. Checking the coast was clear before stepping out, Bucky took the lead, heading back in the direction they had entered the facility. Alicia followed close behind, watching to ensure there were no surprises from the rear.

"Oi!" Two men rounded the back corner of the building, stopping both Bucky and Alicia in their tracks. 

Alicia spun around, flashing a smile he had never seen before but sent a burst of butterflies through his stomach. "Hey boys!" She grinned, "Interesting place you've got here. Any renovations planned?" 

The two men shared a confused look before looking back at her. "Why don't you unzip that suit and show us what you have underneath it." 

A low snarl from his left almost made him turn to look at her but before he could even stop it, she took a step forward. 

"I tried being nice." She said before going straight for the one who made the comment. Bucky let out a sigh as the other man made eye contact with him and grinned before charging at him. 

"Son of a bitch." He whispered as fists started flying.

The fight was quick but messy. Bucky ended up with more blood on him than he would have liked, caught off guard just once when his eyes were on Alicia, holding her own but visibly tiring as she took on the other man. 

It ended with two unconscious goons dumped in the woods and the two Avengers making a run for the quinjet, a little bruised and battered but with the papers still secure in Alicia's pocket. 

"You did good back there, Ace," Bucky murmured as he fired up the jet. He set the nav system to autopilot before joining her in the rear, plopping down beside her with a heaving sigh. "Any injuries that can't wait?" 

With a shake of her head, Alicia pulled the documents out and handed them over. 

"All good, Sarge. You'll need these for your report later, right?" 

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Thanks, agent." 

"I'm gonna take the bunk, wake me when we're back?" Alicia murmured and all Bucky could do was nod before leaving her to it, making his way back up front and knocking one of the books he kept hidden for long journeys down from the locker above the control panel.

A four-note whistle dragged Bucky abruptly from his book and he cursed under his breath at Alicia, who stretched languidly after her nap and joined him in the co-pilot seat.

“What the hell was that?” He grumbled, more in embarrassment at being so distracted as to not hear her moving around in the back.

She repeated the whistled tune and Bucky’s gaze homed in on her pursed lips and the teasing glint in her eye.

“You keep doin’ that but I still don’t know what-“

“It’s from the movie, dumbass. Sorry, I mean Sarge” she chuckled, crossing her legs up on the control panel and gesturing to his copy of The Hunger Games.

“They made a movie of it?” He asked, his eyebrows raising in pleasant surprise before he caught himself and scowled once more. “I like books better.”

“Course you do,” Alicia sighed. “Old man.”

Bucky shot her another ornery glare and grunted as the autopilot signaled their approach and began to facilitate landing. He barely managed to ignore the way she ran through the co-pilot checks in synchronicity with him, as if they’d always worked so closely. 

As soon as they docked Bucky was up, out of his seat, and stalking down the ramp as if the hounds of hell were after him.

“Thanks, Sarge, good mission, great company,” Alicia called after him, with a barely audible “asshole” added at the end but, thanks to the damned serum, he heard it anyway.

Bucky sighed as he made his way to the locker room nearby before he stripped down, wanting to take a shower. He ran his hands over his face as he stood beneath the hot spray. Why couldn’t I fucking focus today?

It didn’t take him long to shower and get dressed but by the time he did the halls were dark and the tower was quiet aside from the sounds of Parker and Bishop arguing over some video game. They tried to teach it to him and it lasted about ten minutes before he almost threw the controller into the wall and stalked off. He made his way down to his quarters tossing his clothes into his room before heading into the small kitchen shared with the other rooms on this wing. 

Flickers of red hair and blue eyes filled his mind, sending feelings swarming in his chest that he wasn't familiar with. Ones he didn't know how to deal with. She was a pain in his ass, tenfold but she could also fight and held her own against his unruly attitude. 

Bucky reached for the bottle of whiskey on the top shelf of one of the cabinets and poured himself a glass.

Parking himself at the marble-top kitchen island with his drink and a bag of chips, Bucky laid the papers they recovered out in front of him. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon, never has done after a mission, even one so simple. His mind often reeled, flashbacks and what ifs and all the fears that he still harbored. They were training  young people to fight, to put themselves in danger and he couldn't help but feel responsible for them. 

Settling in for the night, he looked over the documents, making notes for his report and draining one then two glasses of whiskey. It wasn't until he heard footsteps, soft and sleepy, padding into the kitchen that he realized he'd let himself zone out, get lost in his work. 

Alicia rounded the island and made a beeline for a clean glass on the draining board. Bucky glanced up, noting her rumpled pajamas and ponytail, now loose and slept in, and silently pushed the bottle of whiskey towards her.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice rough from lack of sleep.

He huffed an acknowledgement and went back to staring at the paperwork, mindlessly swirling the amber liquid in his own glass.

A stool scraped across the floor and Alicia pulled herself up next to him, her head tilted as she perused the documents. He could smell her shampoo. The scent was…familiar, comforting, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. He found himself leaning closer to her and managed to pull back before he ended up with his nose buried in her scarlet ponytail.

“You should be asleep.” He muttered, glancing back down at the paperwork in front of him. The irony of that statement was he should be too. But lately the nights were long and a sick game of roulette on whether or not he’d get a peaceful sleep or be haunted by the nightmares of his past. 

Alicia tufts softly and leans back against the stool. “And let you have all the fun?” She said with the corner of her mouth turned upward as she reached for another small stack of paperwork. “Don’t think so, Sarge.” 

His eyes trailed to her profile. Button nose, pouty lips and eyes that even in the dark still seemed to shine a bright blue. “Can’t sleep, Ace?” 

It was small and quick but he caught how her body tensed for a brief moment at his question. It was the first inclination he’s had outside of her smart mouth. “Still wired from the mission I guess.” She said softly trying to recover that brief moment of silence after a question like that and not knowing how to answer. 

He was all too familiar with that.

"Wish I could tell you that feeling goes away," Bucky replied, taking a sip of his drink, "but you're lookin' at a man who'd rather bore himself with a mission report than close his eyes so I guess that tells you everythin' you need to know."

With her chin planted in the palm of her hand as she leant forward on the island, Alicia leveled him with a heavy stare before she bumped him softly on the shoulder. 

"You want to play a game?" She asked quietly, not what Bucky was expecting. "Twenty questions or something?" 

"Can't say I do, Ace." 

"Ah, come on. It'll be more interesting than reading those for what, the twentieth time?" 

"Fifteenth," Bucky murmured and Alicia cocked her head, pretty eyes knowing and convincing as hell.

He tried to ignore her stare and his jaw ticked as his face heated. A second passed, and another.

“Fine,” he huffed, shuffling around on his stool and taking a fortifying swig of liquor. “But I’m going first.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Sarge. Fire away.”

Bucky hummed and took the opportunity to appraise her without having to pretend he wasn’t. 

“Cute pyjamas,” he grunted. “They your favorite color?”

“No, it’s blue. Why do you drink if it doesn’t affect you?” She retorted, firing straight back with a question of her own.

Bucky grinned at the quickness of her question. "Reminds me of the old days and I like the taste." 

"No one likes the taste." She quipped. 

He chuckled, "you've had shit whiskey then. Favorite drink?" 

"Tequila." 

"Tequila? Like mixed with some--" His brows raised when she shook her head cutting off his question. 

"Good old fashioned salt and lime." She smiled widely. "Does that surprise you?" 

Bucky thought about it for a moment and shook his head. "No. You're quite the spitfire, it's actually...quite the match." He chuckled.

"Thank you," Alicia grinned, "when did you lose your virginity?" 

Bucky blinked but rolled with it, "not pulling any punches, huh? 1933, Lucy Hargreaves. She was two years older and her Ma hated me." 

"Ooh, why?" Alicia shifted in her seat, big eyes earnest and her lips curved in interest. 

"Nice try, Ace, it's my turn," Bucky chuckled, reaching for a handful of chips and pushing the bag in her direction. He munched happily as he thought of another question, surprised by the way the load of tension in his shoulders was lightening and his whole body was turned towards Alicia now, open and comfortable.

“Tick tock, Sarge,” she teased, popping a chip into her mouth and firing a wink in his direction.

“Alright, alright. Why don’t you date?” He asked.

“I date,” Alicia protested, stiffening in her seat, her smile growing tight.

“Nah, you don’t. Or if you do it was before you moved in here. I ain’t seen you go out and there sure as hell ain’t been no-one havin’ a sleepover with you.”

“You keeping tabs on me, Barnes?” She grated awkwardly. “I didn’t realize you cared enough to notice.”

“I don’t, I mean, I do…I mean, not like that, I-“ Bucky blustered himself into a corner.

"Easy there," She said, grabbing his bicep. "Don't force yourself into a reboot." 

Bucky took a deep breath and glanced over at her his own body tense under the weight of her touch. "I'm not a robot." He frowned which only made the soft smile on her features grow. 

"Tell that to Wilson." she laughed and pulled her hand away and his heart fell with the loss of contact. "Who's turn is it?"

"Yours, and I feel like I'm gonna need more whiskey for this," Bucky muttered, topping up both of their glasses. 

"Why don't you date?" Alicia asked and it sounded as sincere as it did in retaliation to his own question. He should have expected that really. Bucky screwed his face up and gulped back his drink, wishing it would affect him for once. 

"I just don't," he replied, "next question." 

"Woah, no. I'm not letting you get away with that one, Sarge," Alicia said quickly. "Give me one honest reason why you don't, just one?" 

"You've met me," Bucky shrugged, a poor excuse for an answer and clearly not the one Alicia was expecting as her face fell. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" He saw her face contort into a mixture between contained anger and utter despair as she voiced her question, her voice going an octave louder in the silence.

She didn't wait for him to form a response to her question, not that he had much to say. He knew how people looked at him.

"Sarge! You may be a pain in my ass and also excel in riding my ass in training but," there was quiet determination in her eyes that had the chuckle that threatened to slip from him die down. 

"You're kind, and smart, and you care about us. Your team.. your family." 

Bucky tried to swallow down but it felt like his throat closed up. He didn't dare look her in the eyes even as her icy pools swept over his face.

"Anyone would be lucky to have you," she shrugged. Alicia's voice was much softer now as a tinge of red spread across her face and she turned away from him, picking up her drink.

"Anyone who makes you think otherwise is a fool." She ended quietly while avoiding his eyes and took a large gulp of the amber liquid.

“You been keepin’ tabs on me, Ace?” He managed to croak, ending on a chuckle that sounded forced even to him.

Alicia huffed a little and picked at the rim of her glass with one finger.

“I used to hate that nickname you know,” she muttered. “Always felt like you were putting me down, belittling me, like I wasn’t good enough for the famous Avengers.” Bucky opened his mouth to apologize but she waved her hand to cut him off. “I said I used to. Don’t mind it so much anymore.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, conscious of the tension that was building; like the air before a thunderstorm.

“‘Cause you’re the only one that uses it,” she admitted, looking across at him, a flush creeping across her cheeks.

"Everyone needs a nickname." He muttered feeling those butterflies swarm in his belly again. Her eyes flickered up to his and it was like a bolt of lightning struck him. 

"You don't have nicknames for the others." She said quietly with a hint of hopefulness that sent his heart into a frenzy. He did, but they weren't nice and mainly consisted of picking on Parker. "You also don't ride the others as hard as you do me in training." 

"What are you gettin' at Ace?" He asked softly, picking at the label on the whiskey bottle trying to avoid looking at her because if he did again, if he found those ice blue eyes he was going to be a goner and she was one thing he wasn't going to allow himself to ruin. 

Alicia let out a breath. "I just think maybe you don't dislike me as much as you put off."

Bucky huffed out a soft chuckle, half hating that she’d put the words out there and half pleased he didn’t have to say them himself. 

“You’re—” he paused and dared to glance up, forcing himself to look ahead at the kitchen cabinets but even seeing her blurred in his peripherals was almost too much. 

“I’m what, Sarge?” 

“You’re somethin’ else, Ace.”

The laugh that left her lips was surprised, melodic and a hint of delight danced across her features as Bucky felt that sound hit somewhere deep in his chest. A cascade of feelings he didn't want to put a name to yet filled him.

His hand twitched to rub at his chest where his heart was but he forced himself to only grip the glass in his hand, if a little tighter than before.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Sarge." She said after her laugh had gently faded. A quick wink following.

“You should,” he said, tossing back the last gulp of whiskey and pouring himself another helping.

“I’ll take another, too.”

“Compliment, or whiskey?” He asked, making the mistake of actually looking directly at her.

“Both?” She grinned, sliding her glass towards him. “Although if you carry on with the compliments I’m gonna start to think you actually like me.”

Bucky froze. It was only for a split second but he knew Alicia had noticed. Cursing himself he tried to downplay his reaction but it was no use.

“Sarge?” She asked quietly, warily, almost…hopefully? 

He didn’t respond and when she reached to retrieve her whiskey she stilled him by wrapping her fingers around his on the glass.

“Bucky?”

Bucky's entire body tensed at the feeling of her warm soft skin. 

"Bucky." She said again and this time he cleared his throat with a nod but his gaze remained on their hands. Her fingers loosened their grip on his hand but lingered there for a moment before they trailed up his wrist. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice low and raspy as he tried to calm his racing heart. 

"Is that one of your questions?" She asked just as softly. 

Bucky's gaze finally found hers and he nodded. 

"I'm testing something." Alicia whispered. 

His brows furrowed in confusion as her hand crawled slowly up his arm until it stopped just below his elbow. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" She asked softly.

“Couldn’t tell you,” Bucky murmured, unsure if he liked the new way his heart was thrumming hard and fast against his rib cage. It wasn’t the scared thundering he was used to, no overwhelming roar in his ears this time. 

His breath hitched as Alicia’s hand traveled further, up to his bicep where her fingertips pressed lightly into the muscle. Bucky glanced down and he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from how she was holding onto him, warm and gentle and foreign to him now. 

“What would you do if I were to kiss you now?” 

“Alicia.” If he meant it to be a warning, it didn’t come out that way. Her name sounded soft on his lips, a breath of syllables rolling off his tongue in a way he rather liked.

"Tell me," her voice was breathy, soft even though her breathing was starting to turn a little shallow in front of him.

He couldn't help it, couldn't control the way his hand let go of the glass it held and inched its way closer to her while the other clenched and whirred under the strain of his nerves. Both their eyes tracked the movement before locking on each other's faces. 

Alicia's face was flushed under his gaze, inching slightly closer to him with every breath she took.

"I think..." he hesitated. "I would kiss you back." 

The confession hung heavy in the air they shared, Bucky's eyes tracing her face as he dared to touch her back and placed his hand on the curve of her hip and felt her breath hitch.

 Alicia was so delicate underneath his careful touch.

"Can I kiss you, Bucky?"

His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip and he drew in a shaky breath. “Y-yeah.”

Her hand on his bicep moved again sliding gently upward to curl around the back of his neck, her thumb stroking tenderly along the curve of his jaw. His pulse thrummed beneath her fingers, which tightened with the smallest amount of pressure to draw him forwards.

“You’re gonna have to meet me halfway, big guy,” she whispered, her mouth curving into a smile as she leaned towards him.

He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if he’d wanted to, bending his head down to her, and then her lips were pressed against his so delicately that he almost didn’t believe it was happening. He felt the slight tremble in her kiss, as if her heart were beating as fast as his. If he concentrated he could actually hear it, pounding out a desperate rhythm.

Knowing that she was just as nervous or anxious as he was made him feel less like a hundred year old who couldn’t remember the last time he kissed someone and more like a man desperate for touch. 

He slid his arm around her waist turning fully into her and took her top lip between his deepening the kiss until by sheer instinct he pulled her closer. 

Alicia whimpered slightly as his arm wrapped around her and it forced him to break the kiss, wide eyes and terrified that he had done something to hurt her. “Why did you stop?” She breathed, her breath warm against his. 

“Did I hurt you?” He said the words tight and strained. 

The warmest smile spread over her face as she shook her head. “No, but I can take it.” She whispered. 

This made him chuckle and nod softly as he dipped his head once more. “Okay tough guy.” He rasped before slotting his lips over hers once again.

As they kissed, Alicia toyed with the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, longer than usual just like she'd pointed out earlier, but the fizz of warmth it sent through him as she twirled the strands around her fingers made him reluctant to even think about cutting it now. 

Alicia sighed, her lips parting further and presenting Bucky with the chance to lick into her mouth, taste the whiskey and chips on her tongue. He groaned into it, his fingers dancing over her sides until he had a tight but gentle grasp on her waist. 

"Hold on, Ace," he murmured into her mouth, giving her the barest warning before he hauled her out of her stool and onto his lap. The gleeful yelp that escaped her pulled out a laugh, loud and full as his nose scrunched in delight. And then he dove straight back in, too deep now to stop kissing her for even a second.

Little moans escaped her mouth and right into his as Bucky's hunger grew with each swipe of tongue against one another. His skin felt on fire as heated blood rushed through his veins. 

It was too much and not enough all at once, his hands roved over every inch he could reach and reveled in the way her back arched into him. Her arms wound around his neck to pull herself closer to him.

Bucky pulled back from her mouth only to trail his lips and tongue down her jaw, letting her breathe while he nipped and kissed his way to a spot below her ear that had her gasping the air right back out.

"Oh god.." 

Both his hands tightened on Alicia's hips at the sultry sound. It echoed in his ears again as he repeated the motion.

“Mmm…” Bucky nipped and licked down her neck before sucking gently on her pulse. When he pulled back he grinned, seeing her eyes blown wide with lust and arousal. “Wow…”

He let his gaze drop, taking in her little pyjamas properly now she was so close. His eyes fell to her vest top first, so thin he could see the way her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric, and then the little slither of her belly, pale and soft in the dim light of the kitchen. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, shivered as Alicia trailed her own hands down his chest until they settled between them, where her legs straddled him, all tiny plaid shorts and bare flesh against the rough denim of his jeans. When he finally dragged his eyes back up to meet hers, still dark, still full of wanting, Alicia fluttered her long eyelashes and flashed him a cheeky little smirk. 

"Mind if I move, Sarge?" She whispered and Bucky groaned. His grip on her tightening as he gave her a short nod of affirmation, sucking in a breath at the sudden and torturously slow grind of her hips.

“God,” Bucky gritted out, his hand sliding up to palm her breast through her top, his thumb stroking over her pebbled nipple.

A low moan slipped past her lips and he caught it with his own, teasing into her mouth with his tongue. It was Alicia who tugged down the front of her own top and suddenly there was the tender heat of her bare flesh beneath his palm, a counterpoint to the friction of her core grinding against the straining tent in his jeans.

He shifted on the stool, barely managing to contain the urge to rut against her and desperately trying to control the strength of his grip on her waist as he held her close.

Heat licked at his belly as he nipped at her bottom lip, earning himself another moan dripping from her plump kiss bitten lips. Bucky slid his free hand up her back, tangling it in her hair as she rolled her hips again. It was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. Every tiny movement, every sigh, every whimper it all sent a thrill straight to his cock. 

His palm squeezed gently around her breast, molding it to his hand as her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her before she lifted her head with a soft grin. Her lips formed into a smirk before she rocked harder once and dipped her head to nip along his jawline.

"Fuck, Alicia-- sweetheart," Bucky choked out, his own head lolling to the side to give her better access to his skin. He could feel her mouthing hotly at his neck, forming a bruise that wouldn't be there come morning; a real shame if you asked him. 

His hands skimmed her body, trying to touch every inch of her, feel her strength and her softness under his fingertips. Every gorgeous bit of her that had him writhing in his seat, trying so hard to keep it together. 

"You can let go, you know. If it feels good," she whispered and Bucky stuttered out a groan and a series of soft grunts as he helped her hips keep up a steady pace that drove them both someplace higher, teetering on the edge of pleasure.

Her teeth nipped at his ear with hot breath and whispered, "keep going." 

All of it was enough to push him over the edge, soaking the inside of his boxers and jeans. He desperately needed her to come too and it wasn't far behind him that her body softly shuddered in his arms. A series of soft praises flew from her mouth as she pressed her lips into his neck sending a chill down his spine. There were a few moments of silence that settled between them. The sounds of their breathing filled the kitchen area. 

"One more question?" He said softly wrapping his arms around her as she melted into his chest. 

"What's that?" She said softly. 

"Will you...I mean would you like to maybe go out sometime?" He said softly as she lifted her head. 

Alicia smiled warmly and nodded. "I'd like that." 

A throat cleared behind them. Bucky's eyes darted to the door seeing Sam standing in the doorway with a shit eating grin. Embarrassment flooded him and his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as Alicia fixed her top and slowly slid off of his lap. "I'll leave you two to it." She grinned and disappeared down the hallway. 

Bucky leaned forward against the counter, adjusting his jeans underneath it. 

"Pain in your ass huh?" Sam smirked, reaching for the whiskey. 

"Shut up Sam." Bucky groaned and slid out from the counter and shoved past him down towards his quarters leaving Sam chuckling in the kitchen. The moment he was alone, he slipped out of his pants and boxers, finding new ones and crawled into bed. Red hair, blue eyes and perfectly pouty lips flooding his thoughts as his eyes grew heavy and he dreamed of the girl two doors down.

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Bad Blood - Morpheus x Reader

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

Now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut And baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted Did you have to ruin What was shining? Now it's all rusted Did you have to hit me Where I'm weak? Baby, I couldn't breathe And rub it in so deep Salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times You and I

Summary: An insane and maniacal enemy visits you reminding you of your past and taunting you with your present. Morpheus and you find new and surprising revelations for your feelings for each other lingering in your hearts. 

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess of Hope Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, angst and comfort, humor, toxic family, slight violence.

A/N: Hi everyone! First of all, let me start with a huge thank you to everyone who has given so much love and support for Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3 ,  Part 4  and Part 5 of this fic.

AN IMPORTANT NOTE - I have taken down Part 1 and Part 2 of it’s time to go because I felt it needed some reconstruction and rebuilding for the story. So don’t worry if the links aren’t working. I plan on finishing the first two parts and uploading them again to this work! But this work can be read without the first two parts as well, so keep on reading!

Thank you so much for the overwhelming love and support you had given to this fic. Your support and love means so much to me and encourages me to keep going. I apologize for taking such a long time to come up with Part 6 but between work and studies and working on my mental health, I wanted to create a really good and beautiful story for myself and you all as well. So I really hope you like it even though it is slightly long because there are new revelations in Morpheus’ and Hope’s feelings for each other and highlights Hope’s past a little bit more better. 

So here’s Part 6 of   it’s time to go ! It’s a bit long but I promise you it’s worth reading until the very end! Please do read it until the end and let me know what you think!

Thank you so much for your love, encouragement and support. You are the best! You are all so sweet, kind and amazing and make me believe that the world is full of nice and good people! Please let me know if you like this story that I worked hard on because your feedback means so much to me!

I love you all! This is me to all who encourage, love and support me! 

Part 1 -  it’s time to go

Part 2 - Meet Me in the Afterglow

Part 3 - Forever Winter

Part 4 - Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

Part 5 - Sweet Nothing

You rose when the sky was still dark. You would see to your morning’s business of your respective Realms as you dressed and walked into the gardens where you looked over your papers. You looked at the red box with the seal of the Queen full of reports and papers regarding important matters of the Realm, ready for you to tackle as you took a deep breath and opened it and began to read, process, sign and tackle each one carefully. 

“I need coffee.” you muttered as you tackled a problem with Desire’s realm because how could the world be full of problems before dawn? It simply was not civilized. 

When you finished, you realized it was dawn. You passed through the bushes of beautiful flowers that bloomed in pretty shy pink, lush passionate red, pure white, as she reached the manor with its terraces and white statues that was clouded with mist filtered with the first rays of golden sunlight that made it look like a beautiful bride. You felt reminiscence and adoration for this home that had been full of happiness for a certain amount of time until you had felt loss and grief once again. This hour should have felt peaceful and yet all you saw were figures of your past dancing around you, a tall gentleman with a bright and shy smile offering a bouquet of pink roses as he walked beside you talking kindly and listening to you. Laughter echoed around you, shy smiles were all you saw, playful bickering and banter was all you heard until you felt nothing but painful reminiscence and wistfulness.

But you had watched them all fall. You had watched him fall. You had been there among them. You vowed after that never to let anyone into your heart because people only left and for that pleasant fantasy to be a reality, you had to be strong against the Dream Lord who was insistent on winning you over. 

You strode through the halls of the manor into the kitchen where the morning light had turned bright and rosy, as you conjured up breakfast. As you finished sending your solved reports and signed papers to your Realm, you closed your eyes as you understood that today you would not start the day alone. You snapped your fingers and your mansion was spruced and sparkling, beautiful flowers bloomed, the scent of fresh tea and sweet orange blossoms filled the air as the table was laid with a lavish spread of breakfast. 

The strong scent of false promises and sweet chocolate filled the air as you heard light footsteps of high heels out by the door and you tensed as you called out “I know you are out there.”

“I know you know I’m out here.” replied the silky and soft voice as the clicking of the heels stopped as the door quietly closed behind the familiar stranger. 

“Then why are you playing hide and seek in my home with those ridiculous high heels?” you called out confidently as you thought of how the this stranger was too over confident about their ability to outsmart and outmaneuver you in your home. 

“Because I’m hurt that you didn’t see the forty three missed calls I left you. Why didn’t you answer?” replied the silky and soft voice teasingly and playfully echoing from another part of the room, as you listened carefully preparing yourself.

You snorted in disdain as you rolled your eyes, still cautious and careful as you stepped toward the direction of the voice, replying with disdain and sarcasm “Do you think I’m your fiancé?”

The twinkling amused laugh echoed from the living room as you held your breath, your eyes glowing hazel golden as you scanned through the walls and saw the flash of blonde hair, cunning eyes of the stranger skulking in the room with weapons in their hands. You had expected to see them but you didn’t think that they would visit you today, so quickly with a death wish in their heart. You were always prepared for their visits because they always appeared without invitation but this visit felt different because they had lost the right to step into this particular house, to speak to you as if they knew you better than anyone. 

As if they could read your mind, the voice spoke what you were thinking, with a hint of anxiety present in the voice as they tested the waters “And because I distinctly remember you saying that if you ever saw me again, you would kill me.”

You reached for your weapons as you stepped cautiously and quietly “Oh, I remember.” 

The silky and seductive voice grew steady and solemn calling out to you “So are we going to talk like proper grown up sisters?” 

You transported into the living room to see the tall graceful figure of a flash of beautiful angelic blonde hair, ocean blue eyes gleaming with cunning and resourcefulness as she whirled around to looked in surprise at you who replied “Funny. Is that what we are?”

There was a tense silence between both of you as you eyed the beautiful and charming lady in a red silk dress and black high heels, her sapphire ocean blue eyes gleaming with sweet promises and dangerous heartbreak, her cheeks dabbed with blush of first love, her angelic golden hair curled around her in flawless waves, her lips rouge and red as the bloodied bodies and red roses. 

You stared at the gorgeous visage of stormy heartbreak and cruel passion, your sister Love. 

“Leave now.” you warned in a steady voice as you stepped backwards and Love took a few steps forward. “Before I make you.”

“Watch your step.” retorted Love playfully but there was a hint of smugness as you nearly slipped but you just chuckled because you were infuriated with your sister’s smug superiority. 

Both of you stood still and silent, the moment between you lasting for eternal seconds that ticked slowly as both of you looked at each other with the memories and emotions that time couldn’t erase as they both glared at each other in distrust and disdain, scanning each other wondering what lay beneath the surface. 

The frozen moment of analyzing and scanning each other’s weaknesses broke as you seized her hand from reaching her wand and twisted it and she seized your hand from reaching your special dagger reserved for occasions just like this. You kicked her fiercely in the chest making Love gasp in sharp pain and yelled as you held her tightly and slammed her on the posts of the door with your strength and brutality, feeling twisted satisfaction at hearing her yells of pain. 

Love glared at you with a brutal gleam in her ocean blue eyes as she curled her hands around your neck, her sharp polished nails clawing into your skin as she choked you mercilessly. As you spluttered and gasped for air, Love shoved you onto the cabinet, the precious trinkets and pictures crashing and falling as she slammed you hard, her grip growing stronger on you while you struggled and thrashed against her infuriated by her smirk. 

Elder sister and younger sister. Once two sisters who understood each other. Defined by their choices. Separated by the paths they took. 

Elder sister always tried her best to gain attention and shine in the spotlight. But the younger sister who knew she would be of interest did not know she would naturally attract such an overwhelming amount of attention from the universe just because she was herself. 

The big sister was trained to fight. The little sister was trained to kill.

Love was equally as good as you, though you would never admit it. It was something that filled you with rage and shame. Everything you did, you always tried to be better than her. All those tests where Love would pass with flying colors and you would miss by a mark as you watched her being showered with praise. All those duels where your father who had trained you both, pitted you against each other, Love and you fought each other with perfect technique and sharp desire to win resulting in Love winning many times but it was you who had learned new lessons from each loss and won as time went on by using your wit and cleverness against Love.

Love smirked smugly with superiority as she pinned you down, as you choked and struggled against her “I always knew I was the best in the family.”

Oh hell no. No way in hell were you losing this duel to this cocky, arrogant little shit. 

You screamed in frustration and anger as you bit her hand fiercely and slammed a precious vase on Love’s head making her scream and bleed in pain as she stumbled a few steps back in shock. You were quick to stand up as you whipped out your whip but Love caught it as she wrapped it around your neck as she held you tightly in her arms but you lifted your leg and pushed your weight against her freeing yourself from her grasp and threw her across the living room making the glass on a mirror shatter. 

You wasted no time as you caught your breath and unsheathed a knife from your weapons belt as you flung it across at Love with fierce determination because you were seriously angered. Love’s eyes widened with terror and horror as she took a few trembling steps back and conjured a shield. In the moment you flung your knife at your sister with brutal intentions, Love ducked it as she protected herself with the shield. You kicked away the shield as your sharp knife grazed the torso of your sister’s body. 

Love screamed with tears in her eyes as she grabbed your arm and tossed you to the floor but you were quick to get up on your knees as you swung your knife again, swiping it across her chest as another nasty wound appeared. Love kicked the knife away from you as she screamed in terror and pain and jumped on you as she gripped you tightly with her arms to try and contain you. 

But you were persistent, fierce and spiteful as you gasped for air and kicked your sister in the crotch and pushed her fiercely against the wall and through the French windows as both of you crashed into the gardens outside. She wrapped her legs around your neck and tossed you to the ground as she took your whip and wrapped it around your neck tightly. But you seized it, and did the same to your sister, wrapping it around her neck tightly until she gasped for air and slammed her hard and fiercely to the ground. 

You tightened your grip around the whip never letting go, stubborn and persistent to choke your sister because you would rather die than lose a battle with Love as you glared fiercely and stubbornly at her when her ocean blue eyes glimmering with tears stared into yours and gasped with a cough “You win.”

You tightened your grip again because you wanted to hear those word once more and Love coughed in pain, letting go of her hold of the whip on you “You win!”

You grinned maniacally as you gasped for the sweet morning air that your lungs were deprived of and retrieved your whip and Love looked over at you “I forgot how much I really hate you, you little murderous cockroach.”

“The feeling is mutual, Love.”

“Come on. Let’s have a cup of tea.”

You brushed away the glass and the dirt as you marched into the nearly destroyed house with your sister. You had just fought your sister with all the anger and pain in your being, in a situation of life and death and now here you were, handing a cup of tea to your sister who you had nearly killed and who had almost destroyed your property. 

Yeah, sounded like a pretty normal day. 

You both sat in tense silence as you handed your sister a cup of tea made in the way she hated, and Love’s eyes flickered with irritation when she realized that you had placed the teacup handle precisely away from the hand she normally used but turned it around. You poured yourself a cup of coffee with hidden amusement at seeing the little trick that annoyed your sister and watched in delight at seeing the revolted look on her face the moment she took a sip of tea. 

“All these centuries and you still don’t know how to serve a decent cup of tea.” stated Love mockingly as she shook her head at you in disappointment. 

“Oh, I reserve my best tea for my honored guests and people I care about.” you replied lightly and carelessly with a smile that infuriated Love who hid her pain in her eyes “The tea I served you is for cunning tricksters and cruel villains.”

“I’m honored. Every fairytale needs a good cruel monstrous villain. You need me.” said Love with a dark twinkle in her stormy ocean blue eyes as she looked at you with apathy and emptiness “Because we’re very much alike... you and I. Otherwise, without me... you’d be bored. You always were bored.”

“You are getting married, I hear.” you replied calmly and steadily, unshaken by Love as you sipped your coffee slowly. 

“I’m the all - powerful Goddess of Love, the Deity who every creature needs every single day... you think I can’t seduce a simple idiot who craves love and affection?” crooned Love in amusement, her voice dripping with delight and humor. “I assume you are going to attend and keep your promise.”

“I owe you.” you replied coldly, your voice full of sharp edges of steel and danger. “I will be collecting as promised.”

“If after all these centuries, you are still feeling sentimental about your friend -” Love started laughing in amusement. “You should let bygones be bygones. Be a Goddess, not a sentimental human being.”

“Don’t you dare walk in here - and speak to me about sentiment!” you snapped in fury and anger as memories flooded into your mind. 

Love grinned maniacally in amusement but there was a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes “Are you still upset about what happened to your friend?” 

“What do you think?” you snapped in quiet anger as you gripped the handle of your cup very tightly. 

Love smirked knowingly with no remorse and regret as she took a sip of her tea “I think you blame me for what happened when you knew it was your fault all along. You knew it was inevitable but you let yourself believe that you could be an ordinary girl who could have a happily ever after. 

“All of it... his blood is on your hands. He was a good man who had many days ahead of him that he could have lived happily. He should have lived his life, should have had the chance to make a difference.” you said quietly in heartbreak and sadness at the remembrance of your good friend who had been ridiculous and kind, always wearing a bright smile and a heart full of goodness and energy to help those who were powerless. Not only was he a talented and powerful man, he was an uncommonly kind man who had the sweet disposition of seeing wonder in a world full of cruelty and brutality. 

Your dark anger and unforgiving fury blazed in your dark eyes as you remembered the piercing screams, the gasps for life and the blood on your hands as you tried to stop Death itself and glared at Love with centuries of unforgiven and unforgettable emotions “Your twisted and sick games and schemes led him to his death. You murdered him.”

“I murdered him? He was just another unimportant casualty in the long game.” replied Love smoothly with a huff of amused laughter with no trace of remorse and shame in her face that made you so angry that you wanted to kill her slowly and painfully “Although, it was touching the way he snuffed out. Casting himself in front of you to protect you... sacrificing himself to protect an almighty Goddess because his love for you was powerful than his love for his own pathetic life! Mortals are quite foolishly funny like that but his death was so beautiful-”

You had enough as you seized her with white hot rage that clouded your senses, your mind only filled with ideas of murder and torture to make your sister suffer slowly and painfully until she begged for mercy “How dare you mention him! His death - his death was not beautiful! It was horrifying, wrong and -”

“Oh dear, but it was beautiful!” Love laughed maniacally, unafraid and unregretful even though her own sister was almost one step away from murdering her with true outrage as you felt red hot burning outrage run through you and you shook her as she laughed “Your dear friend died for who he loved and for what he stood for. Like it or not, it was beautiful.”

“You’re insane.” you spat angrily as you shook her nearly on the verge of murdering her but his loving and smiling face flashed in your mind. You felt the outrage grow but there was something that whispered he would disapprove of your actions. “He died!”

“BUT THAT’S WHAT MORTALS DO! THEY WITHER AND DECAY AND DIE BECAUSE THAT IS THEIR PATHETIC PURPOSE IN LIFE!” snapped Love loudly and sharply in frustration and anger making you release her in shock as she glared at you fiercely and inhaled a sharp breath “You are Goddess above all of them who knows this universal truth and yet you hide from it. I’m so sick of you pretending to be one of them... ordinary and normal!”

“Face it, the universe calling you for help is what really gets you excited. Not a normal life of groceries and... complicated little emotions.” retorted Love in amusement and honesty as she grinned widely at you. “Imagine that. You would go mad and die of boredom.”

You rolled your eyes at Love as you replied sassily in a cruel and cutting tone of knowing arrogance “Oh yeah? Well, you’re not exactly cut out for domestic bliss yourself either.”

Love was taken aback in shock and after a moment’s pause, she scowled fiercely at you who seemed to settle into an air of carelessness and indifference as she replied in annoyance and irritation “Maybe it’s like a tone thing... but you could really work on the way you speak. It’s very... maddeningly, infuriatingly, irritating and annoying.”

“I don’t care. How are you feeling?” you asked controlling your anger and pain with great determination. 

“Never better. Do you have to collect your debt now?” questioned Love calmly and steadily but her voice cracked slightly in fright, her ocean blue eyes betrayed fear “Collecting your debt will not return what you lost.”

“No. But I’m bored and I promised you.” 

“Well, you can’t because my fiancé believes that we are absolutely two loving sisters who care for each other.” replied Love with a cunning and triumphant grin surprising you as she took a sip of her tea “I’ve told him that you have promised to be my maid of honor and give the toast at my wedding.”

You could not believe what you were hearing because you were angry at yourself for not seeing this coming “You little, conniving, fucked up -”

“Hey dearest sister, mind your language. He’s really looking forward to meeting my sweet sister who loves me very much.” replied Love sweetly, delighted and happy at your spluttering outrage and hatred direct toward her because it was amazing to have the upperhand over you. “He will be puzzled when you attend the wedding with the intention of destroying me.”

“I am not going to be your maid of honor or give a toast at your wedding.” you said steadily in a non - negotiable voice wearing a stubborn expression 

“But I’ve told all my guests you’ll be there for me. They are so delighted when they heard the Goddess of Hope has promised to be there for her sister on the big day.” replied Love lightly and innocently with cruel delight sparkling in her shimmering blue eyes “I can’t believe you would let me down. Let all of them down and break your promise to me.”

You glared at Love feeling absolutely struck in shock and outraged that you didn’t see it coming and feeling the urge to slap her in the face, but your eyes gleamed with cold fury and quiet calculation as you voiced the one question that echoed throughout all the betrayals and games between you both “Why are you doing this? What do you want? You don’t want power or glory... not really. What is it that you really want?”

“That’s been the question I want the answer to all along. The foundation of our Great Game. Have you found the answer to it?” asked Love sweetly in a sing - song melodious voice that taunted and irritated you as she looked at you knowingly “I did tell you but did you listen?”

You remained quiet as you rested your chin on your intertwined fingers, irritated and annoyed by your sister’s troublesome presence, the knowing and cruel glint in her ocean blue eyes as she smirked at you “How hard do you find it? To say I don’t know?”

“I don’t know.” you quipped swiftly and smartly with a smirk as you rolled your eyes at Love. 

Love chuckled irritating you as she twirled a strand of her shining golden hair between her fingers, looking at you in mocking admiration and amusement “Oh that’s clever. That’s very smart. Speaking of clever... will you tell our family and the everyone else?”

You raised your brow “Tell them what?”

“Tell them why I am hosting my wedding at our home realm? Tell them why I am suddenly bezzie mates with my dear sister?” replied Love smoothly and silkily as she took a sinfully delicious red apple and reached into her pockets to take a knife to carve and cut it up. 

You scoffed in ridicule “No.”

Your sister nodded in delight and understanding as she looked at you with an expression almost close to respect and amusement “But you understand?”

Your eyes glimmered with understanding “Obviously.”

Love grinned in satisfaction as she laid back on the armchair, popping a piece of apple in her mouth as she looked at you with twisted encouragement and cruel delight “Off you go then. Indulge me, little sister.”

“You want me to tell you what you already know?” you retorted in exasperation and irritation because every time you met your sister, this was the kind of twisted mischievous game she would play with you, trying to be cleverer than you and test you. 

“No. I want you to prove to me that you know what I already know.” replied Love calmly and smoothly, her voice dripping with cruel amusement and cold encouragement.

This is what she did to you. She knew you could never resist the chance to pass her little tests and prove that you were clever. That was who you were. You remembered how long ago when you were children with flowers in your hair, running through the corridors of the endless palace where they hid behind the curtains planning how to sneak out of the palace but when you had suggested to scrap the plan in the last minute out of fear, she had stared at you with a curious smile and whispered...

“What’s the point of being clever if you can’t prove it? You’d do anything, anything to stop being bored. You’re not bored now, are you?”

You hated that memory, those words that fired in your head when the war of memories with your sister clashed in your head. Was she right? Perhaps, yes, you did hate being bored and you liked a good game. But you also wanted peace and rest and hated this betrayal and games that you played with Love. You disliked that you never moved first against her but she always initiated games to hurt you and cause you sadness and heartbreak and headaches. 

So you were truly fed up with her. 

“You lied to everyone because it was necessary. Your need everyone in the family to love and support your fiancé. You lied to everyone about us because you need them to believe the lie is the truth.” you began with a deep breath as your mind analyzed the thoughts that had formed in your mind the moment you had heard of your sister’s engagement and her news of you becoming her maid of honor. “You need stability and support.”

Love smirked approvingly as she ate another piece of the apple “Good. And?”

“You lied because you need stability and support of a marriage and a powerful Goddess and family member in order to seize what you’ve always wanted.” you replied seriously and solemnly, feeling absolute disdain and dislike for your sister wishing you could erase her out of existence. 

Love nodded in approval as she carved on the apple with a cruel smirk “Very good. Because?”

“Because you know the value of my support and a good marriage in the eyes of our father and his kingdom. Because nothing in this universe matters more to you than ensuring that you are the one our home realm supports and father chooses as the Crown Heir to the Kingdom of Chaos between you and Wisdom.” you finished easily and intelligently because Love’s intentions had been transparent and clear from the start. It was quite predictable and boring but also startling and alarming because you knew Love was insane and with that kind of power, there was no telling what she could do. 

“I can open new doors anywhere in the universe and create madness with just the power of the Crown of Chaos. No such thing as restraint and control... I will control and dominate the entire universe once I’m the official heir and Monarch of Chaos.” stated Love smoothly and coldly with terrifying cruelty and dark ambition written all over her face, shining wildly in her eyes “I could blow up this pathetic little planet, attack any kingdom that challenges me or bring doomsday destroying everything in my dislike for them. In this universe, chaos ultimately reigns supreme and the one who has access to it rules the universe.... and you should see me in a crown.”

“You don’t want the Crown. You just want to show the universe what you can do.”

“And your reputation... the fact I’ve told them you’re my sweet big sister is helping. Big client list. Rogue criminals, monstrous monarchs, intelligent scholars, terror communities... suddenly they all want me.” replied Love smugly in satisfaction and delight, her ocean blue eyes gleaming with dark cruelty and twisted amusement, chuckling happily as she watched your face grow pale in understanding and realization at the terrifying situation that was unfolding. 

“You could do anything. See the universe. Create something beautiful. What do you care about a client list?” you snapped in unrestrained anger and hurt that Love had used your hard earned name and good reputation for her own twisted dark deeds and cruel plans. 

“I don’t. I just like to watch all of them competing for my attention. Mommy loves me the best!” mocked Love in cruel amusement, her eyes gleaming with superiority and darkness, the very antithesis of what humans thought what Love was supposed to be “Isn’t the universe filled with such gullible, stupid, adorable creatures? Well, you know all about adorable pets. You have that troublemaker. How is he by the way?”

You stiffened at the mention of another heartbreak from the past that you were slowly trying to heal from as you inquired with a bite in your voice “You know I will stop you.”

Your sister didn’t look intimidated and threatened but amused and nonchalant as she bit into a piece of her apple casually “How’s your newly returned dear husband... the Dream Lord... Lord Morpheus? You’ve been around him a great deal since he returned, I hear. Did you have a pleasant evening with your dearly beloved last night?”

Love’s eyes darted upwards towards the floor where Morpheus was sleeping as she smirked cruelly and you stiffened in tension because you suddenly felt a fearful urgency and protective tendency unleash in you hoping that you expressed no feelings in your face but Love continued “Love. It’s so sickeningly sweet and utterly pathetic what idiots do for love. Adam and Eve. Achilles and Patroclus. Hades and Persephone. Orpheus and Eurydice. Paris and Helen of Troy. Diana and Charles. All of them absolutely tragically wonderfully amusing. Do you know my favorite story out of all my years of experience in my duty?”

You rolled your eyes at her “I don’t care.” 

“Once upon a time, there was a fair and beautiful young princess loved by all and she fell madly in love with a handsome dashing powerful King. Unfortunately the King was already lost in his grief of a broken heart over someone else.” began Love with as a cruel smile twisted on her beautiful face, her voice dripping with sweet honey and deadly poison as she watched in pleasure when you stiffened in pain and tension, your knuckles gripping the chair so tightly that they turned white “The King and Princess married each other but the minute the vows were spoken and duty was done, their marriage was effectively over and the King started to find comfort in the arms of others. They did remarkably well considering how unhappily they were living ever after.”

You were furious, your rage blazing beyond understanding as it grew white hot at the insult paid to you as you listened to your sister speak about with such casual amusement. It was a crushing weight of insult and cruelty to be subjected to the miserable story you had lived throughout the centuries unhappily and feel your sister, the Goddess of Love herself rejoice in your suffering as she enjoyed playing her sick twisted games with you. 

Your sister paused, her face falling into an expression of sympathy and understanding, her voice softening and yet you glimpsed the hints of cruelty dancing in her eyes “But... there comes a point in any failing marriage - and I here I truly understand the princess who realized that there was no point trying any more and it was easier to let the hatred take her away.”

“After years of neglect and absence, the King had a change of heart, understood that the princess was the only one for him and runs to prove that she is the love of his endless life. Unfortunately for the King, the princess has nursed grudges and unforgiving hatred against him. And now the poor unfortunate soul’s afraid that the saintly princess will never love him the way she did once upon a time and is willing to sacrifice and do anything just to see her laugh, ensure her happiness and earn her heart.” finished Love with a maniacal grin, unfeeling darkness gleaming in her eyes as cold cruelty and unpredictable amusement written all over her, the very picture of her foreign to the image the mortals painted of her. 

You had scoffed when you read, heard, listened and seen mortals describe Love as kind, patient, sweet, and understanding. 

Clearly, none of them had experienced having Love as a sister and enemy. 

Little Miss Perfect, the Goddess of Love was not wonderful. Love was a storm of manipulation and cruelty, finding sick amusement in pain of others, unfeeling and heartless and very dangerous. 

But there was something about Love who narrated the story, that felt almost comforting today. Generally, you would be wary and throw yourself at her with the intention of killing her if she started to mock you but today though she had started with the intention of mocking your marriage, it had ended with a quiet sisterly comfort and understanding that was very rare in your relationship. You knew when Love was being genuine and when she was insane. Although she was always insane, there were moments you glimpsed a glimmer of goodness that made you hope that the sister you had cared about was still in there. Today as both of you sat with your cups of coffee and tea on opposite sides as you stared at Love, you felt welcome comfort and quiet understanding. 

“If there was a prize for rotten judgement, I guess the princess has already won that.” you replied sassily and smartly as you ran your hand through your hair in exasperation and amusement as you both chuckled feeling comfortable “No man is worth the aggravation... that’s ancient history, been there, done that!”

Love’s eyes gleamed in surprise “Are you quoting Disney?” 

“It’s a classic. You know it’s my favorite Disney song?” you replied enthusiastically as you looked at Love who was listening in amusement and surprise. 

Love was carving an apple as she laughed in good humor “Isn’t it like a sappy song?”

“Okay, the lyrics are incredibly beautiful. The voices are just heavenly. I listen to it all the time and I will fight you if you hate on it.” you retorted defensively as you glared at Love fiercely and ferociously at Love who was chuckling at you muttering something about what a child you were for a Goddess. 

Love smiled warmly and genuinely after a few moments of silence as her ocean blue eyes met yours and you saw the glimmer of the genuine good - hearted sister you used to know as she replied “I like Hercules too. I love the Muses. And Meg... she’s an absolute badass! And Hades’ characterization... it’s absolutely just so funny.”

“I know right! I mean, literally when I see Hades on screen, I start laughing when I think of our Hades! And Meg and the Muses, they’re so cool, right!” you exclaimed happily, amazed that Love and you had something awesome in common and you forgot momentarily your anger and fury toward your sister. 

“Totally awesome.” said Love with a warm grin and teased playfully as she kicked one leg over the other “You know your favorite song is about Meg’s conflict of new feelings of genuine love and holding herself back because she fears heartbreak and grief if she lets herself be loved and love again.”

You shot your sister a sharp look knowing where this was going to go as you pointed your knife at her “Shut up. Don’t even start -”

“Who do you think you’re kidding? He’s the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden. Honey, I can see right through. Girl, you can’t conceal it. I know how you feel and who you’re thinking of.” Love began singing beautifully and playfully with a teasing smirk, her ocean blue eyes shimmering in delight, creating humorous and knowing expressions at you making you feel exasperated and shy. 

That knowing expression on your sister’s face irked you because she knew you were thinking of a certain ethereal Dream Lord who was slowly beginning to crawl his way into your head. And yet as you watched your sister singing carefree and loudly, you were reminded of the long past good times where you both shared laughter and fondness for each other instead of desire to betray and destroy one another. These kind of moments were incredibly rare in your relationship with your sister, and very precious to your heart so when it happened, you cherished it and lived in it. 

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out! My head is screaming ‘Get a grip, girl!’” you joined in singing dramatically and divinely, exaggerating playfully as you grinned brightly in amusement at Love who was swooning, sighing, gasping and fanning herself and you pretended to stab yourself in the chest “Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out!”

Love laughed warmly at your dramatic exaggerations as she shook her head at you and gestured at you in an equally dramatic manner as she waggled her eyebrows “You keep on denying, who you are and how you’re feeling. Darling I’m not buying.” 

You stuck out your tongue at Love glaring at her teasing and playful expression that liked irritating you as you sang “No chance, no way, I won’t say it, no, no.”

Love winked in playful knowing as she wore an expression of disbelief “You’re doing flips, read my lips, you’re in love again!”

You rolled your eyes at Love with an expression of exasperation and annoyance as you sang “You’re way off base, that’s not the case. Get off the my case, I won’t say it.”

“Alright, don’t be proud, it’s okay if you are falling in love.” replied Love suavely and smoothly with a smirk as she looked at your annoyed and exasperated expression. “It’s quite sweet... Lord Morpheus and you... if you’re thinking of moving on from him, then think again because that idiot may actually love you. But what about you?”

Your face hardened, your eyes darkened with quiet protectiveness, feelings of - what exactly? You remembered last night, the quiet blissful intimacy between them that has blossomed. The soft smiles and the sorrowful tears shed, the guarded memories shared and their hearts opening to each other without reservation. It felt new, intimate, beautiful and fragile... an unexplored territory as you remembered the Dream Lord’s intense eyes full of adoration and affection for you throughout the evening. 

“None of your business. You have interfered in my life with the intentions of making me unhappy and you have succeeded a thousand times over.” you said in a steely and cold voice, the warmth and affection of sisterhood vanishing in an instant, forgotten and replaced with the deadliness and danger of an enemy “I will keep my promise to collect. And I will stop you.”

“No, you won’t.” said Love sweetly and lightly, cruelty and poison heavily dripping in her voice, her eyes devoid of kindness “Shall I tell you what will happen if you try to stop me?”

“Oh let me guess. Ruin my life.”

“Ruin your life? No, no, don’t be boring. No, if you stop me, I will break Lord Morpheus, the unfortunate soul weakened by the captivity at the hands of pathetic humans.” replied Love coolly and kindly but there was undying cruelty and hardened hatred in her as she looked at you who had stiffened in tension “I’m going to burn down his pathetic and vulnerable Dream Realm. I’ll kill each of his subjects and make him watch as everything and everyone he loves dies and fades away in front of him. And you will be helpless as he sees you for who you truly are and rips your heart out again.”

“I can reliably inform you that I do not care for Lord Morpheus in any way at all.” you replied coldly and quietly, silent rage and protectiveness simmering and burning within you at the thought of Morpheus’ fall from grace once again. 

You had never been certain of much regarding Morpheus but you were certain that Morpheus adored and loved the Realm of Dream and Nightmares more than his endless life. It was his pride and joy. To see it burnt down would be his greatest suffering. You hated his pride and arrogance but you did not want someone else, especially your cunning and cruel sister to take a blow at his pride and strip him of it. 

Love smiled knowingly with a soft and sweet smile full of cruelty and cunning as her eyes darted upstairs for a few moments and then met yours with a twinkle “But we both know that isn’t quite true.”

You felt something in you squirm and burn as you shot a deep glare at your sister who chuckled easily “Two conditions and I will tell you the name of the captor of your husband and promise to stop all the games with you.”

You froze slightly at the words of your sister “State your conditions and I will take them into consideration and you will do my conditions accordingly.”

“Alright. My first condition, do not collect your debt as until death does him apart from me. My second condition, do not reveal my plan to our family.” stated Love coolly and calmly with a smug smirk because she thought she had you at her mercy.

But Love was unaware that you were feeling rather smug because Love had just revealed her cards to you. Love had revealed her weaknesses to you, the things that she cared the most about. Love generally didn’t care about anyone or anything, lacked empathy and kindness so it satisfied you that she finally found a fiancé who she loved with all her heart that she couldn’t bear to lose and had a great desire to achieve the throne at any cost. 

“Well... it’s quite hard to say yes to. I mean, I did make you this promise. And even I was to state my conditions, you’re a deceitful creature who won’t fulfill my conditions. How do I even know how far you’ll go to make my conditions happen?” you replied calmly and carelessly, rolling your eyes at your sister with disbelief chuckling in amusement. 

Your sister was stripped of her arrogance and cruelty she wore but now looked pale and vulnerable, every inch pathetically mortal and weak as you laughed in cruel and twisted amusement as you playfully taunted “Come, come, dear Love... you didn’t expect me to keep all your secrets and forget your betrayals for nothing? What would our father say if he heard of your side venture to double cross him?”

Love’s expression turned dark and cruel but she smirked “You always were a thorn in my side. But there is nothing stopping me from cutting you from my life.”

“Because you know that before you can take another breath, I’d have slit your throat and ruined those very expensive cushions you are sitting on.” you replied coolly with a dark and amused gleam in your dark eyes as you twirled your knife lazily in your hand. 

Love inhaled a sharp breath as she felt intimidated by her sister but shot back fiercely “You forget I was trained by father too. Come on big talker, let’s see whose blood spills on the floor.”

“Father may have trained you but you forget I was raised by Lucifer Morningstar and Mazikeen.” you replied elegantly and majestically as you lifted your chin proudly looking at Love daring her to challenge you but you were satisfied when you saw a flicker of fear in her ocean blue eyes.

You were glad to see fear dominate Love because although she considered herself powerful, she certainly did not have the support of Lucifer Morningstar, the second most powerful creature in this universe and if anything happened to you, you knew Lucifer Morningstar would seek vengeance in your name.

Ah, there were perks of being the Devil Regent, second in command to Lucifer Morningstar. 

Your sister was resigned finding no way out because she did not want to risk the wrath of Lucifer Morningstar “Very well. Name your conditions and I promise to honor them as long as you honor my two conditions.”

“My first condition is that from now on, you will not interfere in the personal and professional matters of the Realm of Hope and Realm of Dreaming. Leave them out of your nefarious plans for the universe.” you stated calmly with a hint of danger and warning in your voice as you observed your sister’s face fall slightly and you took note of your sister’s beautiful fair face falling in disappointment. You realized that these Realms were part of her nefarious and monstrous schemes to bring hell into the universe. 

“Very well. Your second condition?”

“My second condition is that I will collect my the debts that owe me and you must pay me your debt. You cannot negotiate it.” you replied smoothly and calmly with a twinkle in your eyes seeing your sister infuriated. 

“You can’t do that. I do not owe you.” laughed Love as she tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear but she was nervous and scared. 

“Yes, you do. You owe me for agreeing to your two conditions. You owe me for keeping you breathing for so long. You owe me for keeping your secrets. You have long list of debts, Love... and I will begin collecting them very soon.” you said with a superior smirk, confident and calm in yourself as you stared at Love daring her to challenge you. 

“You can’t kill my fiancé! You promised not to collect that debt!” snapped Love furiously and darkly but nervousness and fright were flickering in her dark ocean blue eyes. 

“You don’t listen, do you? I won’t kill your fiancé even though you deserve it, even though I promised you a long time ago. So you owe me a debt for not collecting that debt from you. So... I will be collecting all your debts from you and you will pay without excuse. Write that down.” you retorted casually and nonchalantly with a smirk as you tilted your head smugly at Love. “Finally... I will agree to your conditions but you must... beg for it.”

“I will not beg from you!”

“Fine, consider your conditions disagreed to. I will collect my debt and ruin your plans of taking over the Kingdom of Chaos.” you said with a happy smirk as you slung your leg carelessly and indifferently with grace and superiority. 

Love was desperate, too desperate because she had seen the careless and vengeful gleam in your dark brown eyes that signified you would go above and beyond everything to destroy everything Love held dear to her heart and ruin her in disgrace and Love found herself pleading in a childlike, vulnerable voice “Y/N! My sister! Please... please don’t do this! Please don’t take him away from me! Please don’t ruin this chance for me to rule! Just please - I’ll do anything - I beg you, don’t do this!”

You were more of an evil queen reigning gracefully on her throne of bloodied bones as you lounged lazily on your armchair, eyeing your sister with pleasurable indifference and careless nonchalance as you smirked ruthlessly with delighted amusement and replied dangerously “I like you begging... Do it again.”

Your eyes glowed a dangerous golden green as you eyed your sister with dangerous ruthlessness that would not spare her unless you were given what you wanted. Love remembered all the times you had begged for her mercy and support but Love had turned you away with mocking laughter and cruel taunts that made you burst into tears and scream in fear and pain as she took away what you held dear to you in the twisted schemes and games she played with you. Now, Love could see clearly that her sweet sister who had patiently tolerated her games was not so kind anymore, she was full of darkness and vengeance that would be unleashed on Love if she crossed the line. 

Love felt frightened and scared of you, fear rattling deep in her bones as she bowed down to you deeply, begging for mercy for she could not live without the love of her life “I beg you... please spare us. I beg you... please don’t ruin me. I’m begging you, Your Highness... please.”

You tilted your head slightly considering her words as you took pleasure in savoring the helplessness and powerlessness of it all and stared at Love cruelly for what felt like an eternal moment and you twisted your fingers with a dark smirk “Alright. I suppose I could be merciful. 

Love exhaled a breath of relief but felt unsettled when she met your eyes gleaming with darkness and cruelty, your voice burning with danger and rage “I agree to your conditions as long as you agree and honor my conditions. So... do we have a trade?”

Love looked as if she had swallowed a poisonous toad as she looked at you darkly and nervously and finally took a deep breath and slit the palm of her hand, blood dripping “Yes, Your Highness. Will you, Y/N, Goddess of Hope, to the best of your ability, fulfill my wishes and conditions, with honor, nobility, truth and justice?”

You slit the palm of your hand, blood dripping in rivulets as you grasped your sister’s bleeding hand “I will.”

You squeezed your sister’s bleeding hand as a silver chain began to form from the beads of your blood that mingled with hers “Will you Love, the Goddess of Love, honor, fulfill and satisfy each element of all my wishes and conditions agreed upon by both of us through honor, nobility, truth, loyalty and justice devoid of trickery, deceit, disloyalty and hatred?” 

Love’s eyes were true and dark “I will. And will we both accept the consequences of breaking the deed through our willing actions and carry out what is necessary to mend the fracture?” 

Love’s dark ocean blue eyes met your steady dark brown eyes as you both nodded “We will.”

Their hands were bound by several silver chains formed by both of their blood, that roped around their hands and sealed the deal every time they promised to each other and finally, the silver chains glowed and blazed brightly around their hands as they both felt the strength and gravity of the promises they had made to each other. 

“Well, I better be off.” said Love rising from her seat and dusting off invisible dust from her dress, directing a cheery and lovely smile at you though she looked slightly shaken “Well, it’s so nice to have had a proper chat with you after ages. I see you are still sentimental about your pets. Speaking of your little pet... where is the creature you seem awfully fond of and hate at the same time? Has he been causing any trouble lately? Well, he wouldn’t have a way to do it...”

“What do you mean? What have you done?” you questioned feeling worried and anxious, a sinking feeling began to form in your heart as you thought of your troublesome friend who was a bit of a troublemaker who you were trying to help out but he was out having his own adventures. You hadn’t heard from him for a long time and even though your friendship wasn’t what it used to be, you were still worried about him. You had a bad feeling that Love had something to do with why your troublemaker was missing for so long. 

“Oh, you are still so protective over him after everything you’ve been through. Isn’t that sweet? People do get sentimental over their pets.” replied Love with an amused and delighted smile as she made her way toward the door with a twinkle in her ocean blue eyes and when she caught the dark gleam in your eyes, she put her arms in surrender “Honestly, I didn’t do anything. This time the blame is not mine.”

You made up your mind to check up on your troublesome frenemy when Love called out with a honeyed voice “I look forward to seeing you at my wedding, dear sister. I hope you prepare that speech nicely.”

“Who knows I might start a war just to miss your wedding.” you retorted sarcastically and sassily infuriated by Love.

“You know, I want you to be my maid of honor and prepare a speech in my honor because I want to torment you.” replied Love with a grin of amusement as she looked at you with delight and slight hesitation. 

You weren’t surprised at all as you rolled your eyes at your sister “Why am I not surprised?”

“And because you’re the sibling, perhaps the person in this universe who is the closest to me and means the most to me in a twisted and odd manner.” stated Love honestly in a thoughtful and matter - of - fact voice, her ocean blue eyes gleaming with truth and sincerity as her lips curved into a small sad smile “No lover, no friend has ever been so fun, so constant in my life except you... my best enemy, my oldest friend, always so brilliant from the first day we met.”

“I would love to have my oldest friend... my greatest enemy at my wedding.” said Love quietly and softly with a wistful and reminiscent gleam in her ocean blue eyes full of sadness and pain as her lips curved into a smile of a sister who was on opposite end of the spectrum and yet had a special place in her heart for Hope. 

There was a pause that seemed to last an eternity because this was a confession of undying love from a sister who you grew up with, an enemy who loved chaos and wanted you to love it too and it felt rare, beautiful, tragic and deceiving all at once shocking you to your core, leaving you speechless.

You looked at your sister who was vulnerable and quiet waiting for you response and you exclaimed finally recovering from your speechlessness “What the hell am I supposed to say to that?”

“Congratulations?” suggested Love with a small smile, her ocean blue eyes softening with hopefulness and quiet pain. “I love you, dearest sister?”

“I hate you, you pain in the ass.” you replied hiding a grin as you shoved your sister out of the door but there was an amused twinkle in your eyes as you nodded at Love whose lips curved into a small smile as you shut the door in her face. 

At that very moment, Morpheus strode down the stairs, every inch a king, his face looking considerably rested and hair slightly mussed. Morpheus’ who had woken up in an empty bed came down to see you standing in the middle of broken glass and destroyed antiques, bruises forming on your face and blood dripping as you wore a thoughtful and troubled expression on your face. 

His gorgeous blue eyes widened in alarm as he took in your tousled wild hair, the blood dripping in rivulets and the sweat on your brow, the shards of glass and broken edges on your clothes that were messed up and he caught you in his arms before you fell onto the floor, your strength giving away “Y/N! Y/N, are you alright? Who did this to you?”

“I’m fine.” you replied slightly unsteady and pale as you took a deep breath and cracked a smile at Morpheus whose eyes were filled with an unfamiliar emotion that you had never seen directed toward you. Fear of losing you. “I’m fine.”

Seeing him feel fear of losing you terrified and unanchored you with uncertainty because you were beginning to feel the treacherous spark of hope in your heart as his beautiful eyes skimmed along every little detail in your face.

“You’re hurt.” stated Morpheus, with seething sharp rage and quiet gentle concern burning within him as he brushed the shards of glass away from you and his shaking fingers touched the bruise blooming on your cheek “Who did this to you?”

You were touched by the beautiful gentleness that he gave you because he had never quite being so kind to you in your marriage but goosebumps rose on your skin as you heard the undertones of a sharp storm of oncoming rage and anger toward the person who had done this to you. 

You opened your mouth to lie because you had handled it on your own but Morpheus sensed it “Please share your burden with me, Y/N. Who did this to you?”

You wouldn’t ask him to promise not to get mad. It was not in your nature to ask him to make promises he would not keep. 

You could have lied to him and guarded yourself but the words slipped easily from your lips as his fingers danced softly on your cheek “Love. My sister, Love unexpectedly turned up today to invite me to her wedding and have a chat. And we greeted each other in our usual way.”

Morpheus looked at the broken French doors, torn curtains, shattered glass and vases, messed up trinkets and his dark blue eyes darted towards the bleeding cuts and bruises you had “And do you generally greet each other with such... murderous hatred?”

“There you go. You finally understand my relationship with Love. I’m fine, honestly. This is nothing. You should have seen Love when I finally won and beat her.” you replied with a weak chuckle, a proud glint in your eyes but Morpheus did not look amused as you began to heal yourself while he still held you as if you would vanish if he let you go “What is sisterly love if not the desire to slit each other’s throats?”

Despite all the bad blood that used to be happy affection and strong sisterhood that had turned into problems that couldn’t be solved, the trust that had burned into ashes and bruises and deep cuts, you had a flicker of hope that Love was still the good person who had once known and shared good times with and you could still save the bond of sisterhood sabotaged in their war.

“Touching. But your sister has crossed a line in harming you.” replied Morpheus coldly and darkly as his grip around you tightened in protectiveness surprising you, your heart skipping a beat as you felt breathless at how much Morpheus cared about you “She shall not do so any longer. She will be punished.”

Morpheus had thought the rivalry between these two sisters were not as deep as you had felt. Morpheus had thought last night it was merely two sisters who had deep misunderstandings and scars of pain lashed across their hearts from each other but there was a possibility of reconciliation. Morpheus had even given thought to gently persuading you to consider reconciliation and understanding with your sister because he knew what it was like to lose a sibling to hatred and he did not want the same fate to befall you. 

But you seemed to take this deep, hateful rivalry and encourage it further with deeper anger and darkness. Morpheus gripped onto you tightly as he looked at you with protective concern knowing that this kind of rivalry would not end until one of you were dead. Morpheus saw the damage inflicted on you and felt an a storm of seething rage and anger toward your sister for even daring to think about hurting you. You were never to be hurt again. No one would ever dare think of touching a hair on your beautiful head. 

Morpheus would ensure your sister Love would regret her actions and not escape the consequences of hurting you.

Panic swelled in your chest as you remembered Love’s quiet insane threat toward the Dreaming as you snapped “No! Do not harm her in anyway!” 

Morpheus’ eyes were alit in fury and pain “Why do you care? She was going to kill you!”

You were deeply moved and shocked at how much Morpheus cared for your life that you thought did not matter to him as you replied with a mischievous gleam in your dark eyes with a bright and cheerful laugh “I’m not dead.”

“How can you laugh at this?” murmured Morpheus softly, his voice full of pained concern as his eyes flickered with gentleness and concern and noticed the red strangling mark left on your neck by your sister as his fingers hesitantly touched your reddened skin gently making you gasp at his soft touch “Your sister has hurt you. I cannot let this pass.”

“Why do you care? Because I’m your wife? Because you’re intent on showing me your chivalrous side so that I can easily be won over?” you snapped as your cheeks burned red at Morpheus simple touch, feeling something hurt and pained in you that Morpheus was finally caring about you far too late when he should have been so sweet, tender and gentle with you from the beginning. 

This Morpheus who was with you was different to the one who you had been married to... here he was holding you making you feel that this was too good, too lovely and too good to be real as you held back a gasp at how much you craved his gentle and silk soft touch “I am not fragile and in need of protection. I can protect myself and if I require assistance I will ask for it!”

“You belong to yourself. Not to me nor anyone else. But I cannot let this pass because seeing you hurt is...” whispered Morpheus taking a sharp intake of breath as he looked at you earnestly and tenderly, lost for words and grasping to find them “...is terrifying me.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks and your heart pound loudly in your ribcage so loudly you were certain the whole universe could hear it as you stared at Morpheus in disbelief and speechlessness because it felt strange to have him care about you. It just felt strange to have anyone care about you, about your life at all. 

All your life you felt your very existence ruined Morpheus’ life and yet here he was staring at you with earnest tenderness and genuine fear of seeing you hurt because you were infinitely precious to him and you finally found your tongue “I - thank you for your concern. You - um - but - I want you to know you shouldn’t worry over me too much.”

What were you doing? Why on earth were you stuttering like a foolish girl with hopes of love as you felt Morpheus’ tender stare burn you? Why were you suddenly blushing in shyness averting Morpheus’ tender eyes? Why were you shy in the first place? You didn’t like him!

Dearest sister, you can't conceal it, I know how you’re feeling and who you’re thinking of.

No chance. No way. 

You swoon, you sigh, why deny it?

Please shut up and leave me alone. 

“I believe someone needs to worry about  and take care of you. You seem to have the tendency to land yourself into trouble and fight in it all alone.” replied Morpheus softly and tenderly as he stared at you as if you were the universe, vast and infinite, beautiful and precious. 

You were frozen and breathless as you blushed but you retorted charmingly and cheekily “It’s not my fault trouble is attracted to me. And I’m too charming to get into trouble.”

Morpheus snorted in disbelief and amusement and you smacked him in his chest in exasperation as he chuckled “Perhaps your charm attracts dangerous trouble and bloodthirsty murderers.”

“Well, if not for my charm, you wouldn’t be alive. Or in love with me.” you replied casually and calmly with a cheeky wink that made Morpheus blush to your amusement as you finished healing yourself “Dangerous trouble and bloodthirsty murderers? Sounds like my kind of a good time.”

Morpheus cocked his head slightly as he looked at you in confusion and puzzlement “Sometimes when I think I have you figured out, you puzzle me even further. You are an unfathomable riddle I cannot understand.”

“Very good. Just the way I like it.” you replied as you snapped your fingers and everything in the house mended and had fixed as if there had never been a bloodthirsty fight in the first place. You were glad he was confused because you didn’t want him to figure you out yet. “Alright, I have a very busy day ahead of me but I’ve made breakfast for you... you can eat and then continue your quest with Matthew.”

Morpheus felt a pit of disappointment and despair form in his stomach as he realized you had left his arms and stood up away from him as if the intimate and sweet moments between you and him yesterday and today had never happened. Morpheus felt you were trying to guard yourself and distance yourself from him. Morpheus wanted the easy companionship, playful friendship and intimate moments they shared yesterday and today to grow and continue but today you had changed from a girl who blushed at his touch to a goddess who was guarded and calm, distant from him. 

And Morpheus realized he had to find the ruby. It was of utmost importance to find it as soon as possible because in the wrong hands it would cause chaos and disaster. The sooner he found the ruby, the sooner he could rebuild the Dreaming and make it stronger, gather and unite all Dreams and Nightmares and restore their faith in him as the King of Dreams and Nightmares. 

But as he looked at you finish stuffing a muffin and gulping down coffee, Morpheus realized that he could not let go of you easily. The Realm of Dreaming could wait for a few hours but the bond between the both of you were still fragile and vulnerable. You didn’t know how lovely you were but Morpheus wanted to show you how much he needed you and loved you. Morpheus wanted to fight for what they had shared yesterday, the intimate moments and domestic bliss of sharing secrets, companionable silence, playful friendship and blossoming affection and tenderness. The affection and tenderness between them was there buried deep within the damage of their relationship but Morpheus wanted to root it out, and plant it, nourish it and water it and make his relationship with you stronger and intimate and get to know you better. 

Morpheus found himself wanting to be with you today and share his day with you, wanting to see how you spent the day as he burst out “Actually, I was thinking of spending the day with you. Me. You. Us. Together.”

You dropped your dagger that you were tucking into your belt as your eyes widened in amazement and shock at Morpheus’ words. Your shock was justified because Morpheus never cared about your duties and your Realm of Hope. In the beginning of your marriage, you had encouraged and tried to persuade him to accompany you in your duties and let you accompany him on his. But Morpheus had been cold and heartless letting you know that you were lesser than him in every way and he had no interest in your duties that he believed to be trivial and unimportant that came in the form of cruel remarks and hateful arguments. In time you had given up trying, and resigned to ruling your Realm alone and doing your duty with dedication. 

You never expected to face the day where Morpheus himself suggested that he should accompany you on your duties.

You realized he was serious and as you picked up the dagger, you shook your head “It’s not a good idea. You have a quest to restore the Dreaming to its strength, My Lord. And I believe you should attend to such important duties instead of wasting time accompanying me performing my trivial and meaningless duties.”

Your voice was full of loathing and bitterness as you gripped another one of your knives tightly, tucking them into your belt remembering all those cruel and cold days of humiliation and loneliness “I shall be fine on my own.”

Morpheus’ jaw was clenched and his eyes were full of shame and remembrance at how he degraded and humiliated your very role and existence in this universe. 

He looked hopelessly and helplessly at you holding yourself full of defiance and guarded composure knowing that he wanted to make amends with you “I am sorry.”

You stopped mid step as you heard him apologize sincerely and took a deep breath to see Morpheus state sincerely and honestly “All the time in our marriage, I disrespected and humiliated the importance of your role, your duties, your purpose and very existence in this universe. I thought of your duty as trivial and meaningless because I was ignorant to the very meaning of what you stood for. But in that cage... years and years... I understood then exactly what you stand for and how important you are. In those dark years... I learned exactly what humiliation and hope felt like. How important you are to everyone in the universe who feels that tomorrow may never be better, to everyone who believes there is no light at the end of the tunnel and believe that they are alone.”

“You are important. You are powerful. You save everyone in the universe. You have saved me.” said Morpheus quietly and sincerely, with genuine and passionate glint in his eyes stunning you with his passionate outpouring of words “I was an arrogant fool to think that you were nothing when you are the most powerful in this universe. Spending time with you is not a waste of time. I want to know what I should have known from the beginning... I want to know how your day is, I want to learn how you fulfill your duties as the Goddess of Hope.”

You remained silent. You were stunned. Your brain was still processing the surprise of receiving an apology from Morpheus for humiliating your very existence and purpose as the Goddess of Hope as tears sprung into your eyes. 

“Please.” pleaded Morpheus softly in determination and kindness, his beautiful starlit eyes gleaming with tenderness and affection as he stared at you with a small soft smile. “I’ll do everything you say. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You opened your mouth to protest, a warm and tender feeling blooming in your chest “I appreciate your apology but no, you can’t just bat your pretty blue eyes and get what you want from me! No, no - you are not doing this! You are not coming with me!”

“Well, it is my sacred duty as your husband and the Dream Lord to ensure that you do your duty uninterrupted by bloodthirsty demons and crazy family members who want you dead.” replied Morpheus smoothly and calmly, stubborn and unfazed by your exasperated gaze as he shot you a smug smirk as he relished the small compliment you had given him.

You processed his words and the warmth in your heart made you feel special and shy as you smiled shyly in amazement and disbelief at Morpheus “Are you guarding me?”

Morpheus nodded in steady unwavering tenderness and gentleness “Yes, yes, I am.”

You couldn’t help it, you burst into a bright and amazed smile as your dark eyes twinkled in wonder and shyness at the beauty and simplicity of this moment you thought was a fairytale and Morpheus’ lips curved into a tender and happy smile as he stared at the joy and shyness glowing in your face that he cherished with all his heart. 

You laughed in disbelieving amusement and heart skipping wonder as you stared at Morpheus who was smiling at you “You’re seriously going to accompany me all day while I’m doing my duties?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave your side.” replied Morpheus honestly and sincerely with a soft and tender smile, his universe blue eyes full of joy and hope that was blooming within him as he stared at you with unhidden affection and adoration. “I’ll be by your side until the very end.”

You wanted to argue but you liked this feeling of daylight and hope that was treacherous and traitorous but for once you dared to let it bloom as you smiled at him “Well then, let’s get a move on, Lord Morpheus.”

Morpheus smiled brightly as if you had granted him all of the universe and you grinned at him widely feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as you made your way with him to the world that awaited your touch of hope. 

Morpheus and you shared hopeful glances feeling that what laid ahead today for the both of you was going to be a special adventure for both of you.

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[alexanderlightweight]

Hi I loved your amnesia fic and I was wondering if you could do a follow up?

Here you go! Thank you for the prompt and compliment and I hope you enjoy because i do love that fic so I’m happy to add to it!

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They don’t go to the loft, not when Magnus has been lax and let too many know its location. He’ll go himself, later and move it, secure it somewhere safe that he can take Alexander back to when he’s better. However the comfort of home can’t provide the safety Magnus’ instincts are requiring.

So Magnus doesn’t take his love to another country, he takes him to another dimension. To the small pocket of home that Magnus once showed him, during a moonlight romance, and that they promised to return to when others needed them less.

No fire messages will work, no tracking will connect and Magnus can keep Alexander safe and secure and protected from all the forces that will try to take him from Magnus.

Even Isabelle and Jace aren’t exempt from Magnus’ new list of enemies.

They’ll think they know better. That they deserve more. They’ll want their brother close by and under angelic protection and they’ll tell Magnus ‘its the best thing for him, we’ll give you updates’. They've done it before and Magnus fought them then and he’ll fight them now.

Except he doesn’t have to fight. Not really.

Alexander made Magnus his legal guardian, a contract more powerful than even their marriage or Alexander’s ties to the clave. He put Magnus in charge of picking the next leader of his Institute and Alexander’s people willingly and happily referred to Magnus as Commander in Alec’s stead.

He wonders what he ever did to earn such devotion and then there is a gasp of, “Magnus! Look at this!” And he looks up to see Alexander — who is finding the world new all over again — turning to him with a butterfly fairy perched on his palm. It’s antennas are tickling his skin, looking for the sweetness of the flowers Alexander’s been touching and marveling over.

It’s like everything he sees is so incredible that he has to touch and Magnus has no desire to stop him, only encourages him further.

He’s never once seen Alexander this vulnerable and open about exploring things and it hurts, to know this part was beaten out of him before Magnus ever got to him.

Sunlight hits the fairy’s wings, during the delicate limbs into a translucent kaleidoscope of color. Like two pieces of stained glass, delicately fluttering and perched on Alexander’s hand.

The fairy leaves and Alexander drops, breathless with delight next to Magnus.

“It’s so beautiful and light.” He says, and then he grins, unafraid and so happy every time he looks at Magnus. “How did we manage it, being together? I don’t remember much but I know enough of clave laws and—“ he frowns, a glimpse of the man he’s forgotten how to be coming through. “I know it’s exhausting. Trying to figure out how to survive around their laws when half of them overlap. I remember enough of it, but I find it hard to believe they’d let me have this.” And Alexander looks at him, in such tender awe.

“We fought for it.” Magnus tells him quietly. “Both of us, in our own ways and together. So we could be together, because our devotion and love for each other was stronger than the law of the clave.”

Magnus braces himself for whatever Alexander might think of that, but he just gets another warm smile.

“That sounds nice, having someone to fight with against the clave. I can remember why, but I feel like I always thought I’d be on my own. Struggling to stay one step ahead of them, so I didn’t become less of me and more just, nothing."

“You’re very unfiltered, like this. Magnus notes, hesitantly because he doesn’t want Alec to feel like he’s being compared to something he doesn’t remember.

Alexander ponders a moment and then shrugs, reaching out and — when Magnus offers his hand — eagerly taking it.

“I think I’ve forgotten why I had to be quiet. All the reasons the clave beat into me, was to first keep my thoughts to myself and then later, to stop thinking of certain things at all. Simply because probably, at some point, not hoping at all was better than losing it again and again.

Magnus realizes that this is going to be painful; this open and free Alexander. And not because he shies away or is unfamiliar with Magnus — because he’s not, it’s like Alexander thinks the only thing that makes sense is Magnus — but because this is who Alexander should have always been allowed to be.

“Your eyes are like golden moons.” Alexander says, which he has no business doing because Magnus’ heart can’t take much more. “I know of them, but I can't remember quite what the moon looks like. But I feel like I can remember how beautiful it is, when I look at you.”

Magnus takes a breath to steady himself and then leans over, gripping Alwxander’s jaw and holding it still.

Alexander blinks at him, trusting and soft and Magnus sighs and pulls him closer and gives him a gentle, chaste kiss.

“What on earth am I going to do with you, darling?” Because this is just proving to Magnus that he will never be able to resist his beloved, even when his beloved doesn’t remember him.

“Keep me.” Alexander tells him, cheeky and grinning but also with a hint of desperation.

“Oh, well that was always going to happen.” Magnus assures him and gives him another, gentle kiss.