#(( shes having her shithead hours and she wants someone to try and shut her up

[ravenouswreckage]

       In other news, she’s going to bite the girlies until one of them properly hikes up her dress and fucks her. She’s feisty and horny. These are her demands, and she will take hostages as needed.

[steveseddie]

gold was the color of the leaves

steddie | rating: t | wc: 1,6k | cw: none | tags: steve pov, silly teenage boys, first kiss, fluff

for @steddie-spooktober day twenty two prompt “leaves”

read here on ao3

Steve wakes up when a leaf tickles his nose– or rather, when someone tickles his nose with a leaf. He scrunches it up, swatting the leaf away with his hand. 

He easily recognizes the snigger that follows so he’s not surprised to open his eyes and find Eddie leaning over him, one elbow propped up on the grass and a devilish grin stretching over his lips.  

Steve lifts his sunglasses to scowl at him. “Are you like, allergic to people relaxing?” He asks in a bitchy tone that only makes Eddie grin wider. 

“Deadly so, Stevie,” he says, long dark eyelashes fluttering as the hand that’s still holding the leaf rests against his forehead like he’s going to faint. “It was either annoying you or dying, and you don’t want me to die, do you?”

“I guess not,” Steve says with a long-suffering sigh, but either the fondness in his voice or the way his lips tick up prove that he doesn’t mean it because Eddie’s grin turns blinding, his dimples popping. Steve is glad he’s already lying down or his knees might’ve buckled at the sight and sent him rolling down the small hill they’re laying on.

“Besides,” Eddie says, tickling Steve’s cheek with the leaf, “you’re missing out on all the fun.”

“Napping is fun,” Steve points out, swatting Eddie’s hand away again. 

“Yeah, if you’re eighty!” Eddie snorts. “Are you an old man, Stevie?”

“Eddie, I’m younger than you,” Steve deadpans. 

“Maybe, but I have a young soul, Harrington–”

Steve smirks. “If by young you mean immature–”

Hand to his heart, Eddie gasps indignantly. “Hey!”

“Dude, you and the kids spent the last hour gathering leaves in piles and jumping on them,” Steve says amusedly. He spent the better part of that hour watching them tackle each other between shrieks of laughter, thankful for his sunglasses and how they let him stare at Eddie as much as he wanted without getting caught.

Eddie shrugs. “Hm, you may have a point.”

When he moves, something in Eddie’s hair catches Steve’s eye. A leaf– proof that he’d spent an hour being tackled and rolling on the floor before he decided to annoy him.

Steve’s fingers itch to reach out and pluck that leaf from Eddie’s hair, smooth the curls down, grab a hold of them and drag Eddie down–

Steve shakes those thoughts out of his head, balling his hands into fists to keep them from reaching out. In the silence that follows, Steve becomes aware of the sudden lack of yells and laughter around them. “Where are the little shitheads?”

“Wheeler sent them to wash their hands so they can have a snack,” Eddie says, pointing at the water fountain where the boys are cleaning up and at Max and El, walking arm in arm towards Nancy and Robin at the picnic table. 

“Not you?” Steve asks, head falling back against the blanket he’s using to lay on the grass. 

Eddie shakes his head. “Nope, I told her she’s not the boss of me,” he pauses, “then ran away before she could hit me with her book.” 

Steve snorts out a chuckle.

“Besides, I don’t want a snack. I got one right here,” Eddie says with a playful wink that turns Steve’s cheeks bright red. 

He ignores the heat creeping on his face. “I swear, Munson, if you try to bite me again–” he says, thinking about last week when Eddie said he was hungry and promptly sunk his teeth on Steve’s arm.

It didn’t hurt that bad– he was wearing a thick sweater after all. What did hurt was biting his tongue as hard as he could to keep a moan from slipping past his lips from Eddie biting him.

Eddie sniggers. “I won’t bite you, I promise,” he says innocently before he leers at Steve, his face hovering merely inches from Steve’s face. “Only if you ask.”

Steve grits his teeth together. “Shut up,” he quips, shoving Eddie off of him until they’re both lying on their backs, their sides pressed together. 

They fall into comfortable silence which Steve breaks with a loud yawn. 

Eddie’s head lolls to the side, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Steve’s stomach flips at the petname. He shrugs as casually as he can. “A little, I- uh, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Nightmares?” Steve nods. Eddie grimaces apologetically, tugging some hair across his face. “Shit, I should’ve let you keep napping.”

Without giving it much thought, Steve curls his pinkie around Eddie’s. “No, it’s fine,” he says, waiting for Eddie to meet his gaze. When he does, his eyes are a little wide. Wistfully Steve wishes it’s because of their interlocked pinkies. “I don’t wanna miss out on all the fun just because I’m tired.”

Eddie's eyes sparkle and he props himself up on his elbow again, grinning at Steve. “Does that mean I can tackle you into a pile of leaves?”

“You forget I was a jock,” Steve says smugly. “I’d like to see you try.”

Eddie laughs, something between a snort and a giggle. He drops his head in Steve’s chest, making Steve’s heart stutter. 

From this angle, Steve spots another leaf trapped in the curls in the back of Eddie’s head, and this time he doesn’t stop himself from reaching for it. 

The moment Eddie feels Steve’s fingers in his hair, his head snaps up and Steve’s hand ends up cupping the back of Eddie’s neck. 

Their faces are close– so close that Steve can hear the way Eddie’s breath catches when he realizes the same thing.

“Eddie–” Steve starts, not sure if he’s going to apologize for touching his hair without permission or for the way his eyes keep darting down to Eddie’s lips in a way that he knows is fucking obvious. 

But before he can decide what to say, he hears Eddie make an impatient, needy noise in the back of his throat before he surges forward and presses his lips against Steve’s. 

He lets out a surprised yelp, thinking– holy shit, Eddie is kissing me!

The thought bounces against Steve’s skull like a ping-pong ball as he tries to get his brain working again. But before he can do that long enough to kiss Eddie back, he’s pulling away and out of Steve’s reach. Steve’s hand falls back to his side, empty except for the leaf that he plucked out of Eddie’s hair. 

“You uh– you had this in your hair,” Steve says dumbly, holding up the leaf. 

Eddie’s eyes dart to the leaf and his expression falls as he realizes that is why Steve’s hand ended up in his hair, not because Steve was making some kind of move.

“Shit,” he mutters, his doe-like gaze darting from the leaf to Steve’s mouth. That he just kissed. “Shit, fuck– I– shit.”

He scrambles to his feet, and in his haste, ends up stumbling and falling back on his ass– only to roll down the small hill. 

“Eddie!” 

Steve jumps to his feet and runs after him, careful not to trip and follow Eddie down the hill the same way.

He makes it to the bottom right after Eddie and his eyes dart over his starfished body, checking for injuries. 

“Christ, dude. Are you okay?”

Eddie groans, covering his face with his hands. “Did the fall kill me? Please say yes.”

Steve suppresses a snort. “I mean. It’s barely even a hill, so I don’t think that’s possible. You might end up with a bruise or two though.”

“Oh, you mean apart from the bruise to my ego?” 

“What?”

“You know,” Eddie gestures between himself and Steve with one hand, “because I kissed you and you didn’t want me to.” 

Steve puts his hands on his hips. “Who says I didn’t want you to?”

Eddie’s hands fall from his face, revealing his wide eyes and slack jaw. “You did?” He asks, voice going high-pitched.

“Yeah,” Steve says, a lopsided grin stretching over his lips. He knocks his Nike against Eddie’s leg. “I did, you just took me by surprise, s’all.”

Eddie lets out a tiny, startled, “Oh.”

Steve smirks. “Yeah so how about you get up so I can check you don’t have any cuts or bruises before I kiss you. Properly this time.”

Eddie squeaks and scrambles to his feet with as much grace as when he tumbled down the hill. Steve finds his eagerness fucking endearing. 

There are even more leaves trapped in Eddie’s curls now, and with an amused shake of his head, Steve plucks them out of his hair before checking for any bruises. 

Then, as promised, he leans in and kisses Eddie. The second kiss is also short and chaste and over too soon, but it’s good and Steve has to remind himself they’re in public in order to gather enough willpower to pull back. 

When he does, his brain is a little hazy and he completely misses the way Eddie’s expression shifts from dopey to mischievous so it catches him by surprise when Eddie tackles him into a pile of leaves, laughing maniacally. 

“Ha! Got ya!” Eddie whoops, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, hovering over Steve who wants nothing more than to kiss the stupid smug smile off his face. 

But he can hear the kids laughing at him and cheering for Eddie in the distance and there’s no way he can get away with kissing him even if Eddie’s hair falls like a curtain around them, offering a little cover.

So he grabs a handful of leaves and shoves them into Eddie’s grinning mouth instead.

He’ll save the kiss for later.

[wiltf]

orion gives you the same old warning about smoking as he always does when you duck out. but you still haven’t figured out if he knows knows, and is ribbing you — or if this is one of the few things he genuinely hasn’t worked out.

same weird thought, that you have every time. like a lil worm, crawling in the space between your ears, while you tap the bottom of the pack. cigarette between your fingers, chilling there like an old friend. hey, it says, when will you actually light me? and you consider that thought for what feels like an eternity.

instead, you’re in the dingy alley, twirling that same cigarette now. up and over your knuckles, a half-hearted apology sent iris’ way. eventually you’ll ditch it, or palm it off to someone who happens to walk by. they won’t remember asking, and you will be able to return, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

lighter in your other hand, fished out of your jacket. emblazoned with a four-leaf clover, electric green but not flaring. couple more times. still nothing.

huh. you hadn’t planned for this.

what was it that rowan said? chaos theory? did you hear that right, on the way out? tilt your head, left and right, as you try with all your might to get the shitty lighter to work. maybe this was the work of orion, trying to stop you. and you want to say, orion! let me just bask in the evil that is secondhand smoke!

instead, what you hear is the very unfortunate decrying of a teenager trying to give directions for a photo. you’d know that tone anywhere, because you had employed it more than once on se—some poor individual. snort, then, as you watch the family comedy routine take place. honestly, at this time of night, it would be better for the would-be photographer to step onto the road.

at that moment, your light finally seems to work, burning the tip of your finger. you hiss, shaking it out, lighter and smoke dropping to the dingy sidewalk. well, you were planning on ditching the cigarette anyway, and you swoop down, lighter safely in your hand. thumb following that raised clover like an old friend, when you notice your little accident had attracted the attention of the teenager.

the enthusiasm is half a second of endearing, but you manage to pull apart her words. big fan. leading fan site. maya has a shine in her eye that reminds you of the first time you went to a misfit alley concert, except she’s wrapped up in something not too dissimilar to what you were wearing now — jean jacket, boots, dress. super fan with your damn favourite flower tucked behind her ear.

it’s all sweet and shine. recognise the father — sebastian, cute, couldn’t order to save his life — and indulge in a photo or two. pose, like you hadn’t just burnt your fingers and weren’t about to spend some time ruminating on a certain number’s appearance at your audition. wasn’t about to consider hitting that drunk dial in the next three point five hours.

wasn’t gonna somehow figure out how to walk home, drunk, sad and alone.

you’re a mess. you’re smiling into the lens. fingers in that fucking old rock ’n’ roll pose, tongue out. maya is all squeals and bounces and texts in a flurry. it’s so easy to keep your eyes on her, because there is something in there you are too young to think you’ve lost, but already too old to go back to.

seven second breather, between the photos and the texting. always with that punchy number, as maya talks about the first EP. the first real one, that still contains—

yeah, well, they say you never forget your first.

crack a smile, because sebastian gives you a look. can’t let the man know how much of a shithead sad girl you are, even when maya emphasises about following you on tour — if you win. if chaos theory doesn’t intercept.

if the stars align and you can sleep at night, knowing it’ll be months of—

god, fuck, jen! shut up! talk to the kid!

“we have to get our results first, which—“ hitch a thumb over your shoulder, “i should probably check out.”

“right, yeah. maya, we should go, too.” a nod, neutral, understanding. respect the man, fear the kid.

as the sparkle in her eye doesn’t go, when perhaps, it’s the most shy she’s been. pulling the flower from the tangle of hair, and holding it out at such an angle that it’s something you’re half expecting her to take back.

but she doesn’t, instead you’re pretty sure she damn near collapses when you tuck it right back where it belongs. “definitely suits you better than me, tonight, i think.”

treat yourself like a toddler now, telling yourself to wave goodbye, as maya perhaps suffers a heart palpitation or two. as her father looks on, torn between smiling at the excitement bubbling from his daughter, and just what he might get himself into.

back into the safety of cement and dim lighting and the clover, ridged, safe, under your thumb. chaos theory. perfume and cigarette smoke and chaos theory. carry that mantra with you, back to the waiting room, wondering just how late you might be.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

[sluttyminghao]

studio stress | h.vc

w.c: 3.5k request:  hi!! can i request a dom!vernon x fem reader where he fucks her in the studio because he’s jealous? maybe because his gf talked to another member or something lmao genre: smut! pairing: vernon x female!reader contains: dom!vernon, jealous vern, sub!female!reader, mentions of spit play, oral and fingering (fem. receiving), mentions of restraints, marking, slight degradation, vern is a bit of a shithead lmao a/n: amazing idea! thank you for this anon! im also tagging @junsol​ because she wanted to see this :)

Vernon wasn’t the type to get jealous much, if at all really.

He was normally always level headed and calm, and he had no problem with you hanging out with his band mates when he wasn't around, because he trusted both you and them enough to know that neither of you would do anything. Vernon’s bandmates respected and liked you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything with them, and vice versa.

Your boyfriend and his bandmates were currently under a significant amount of stress, however, due to their new album preparing to be released in the following weeks. They were snippy and snide to one another, and their actions didn't always come off in the nicest ways, even towards you, but you knew they really didn't mean it at the end of the day, and they would always apologize to you after.

Today was one of those days, and it was particularly awful. You didn’t know just how bad it was going to be, but if the texts from the other band members was anything to go off, you were in for a doozy.

You were headed towards their recording studio after Vernon had sent you a text to come visit, and you were more than ecstatic to see him after he had holed himself away for a few days, only sparing a few minutes to text you. You hadn’t really minded of course, but you had missed him dearly, and you knew that seeing him would make your day better.

The texts had been short and concise, and only really things like “hello” and “i love you”, but it was nice to know that he was still thinking about you even when he was under so much pressure with his company and his bandmates. You knew that after the album came out though, they would all go back to their happy and relaxed selves, and you would have your boyfriend back in your hold soon enough.

The walk to the studio wasn’t overly long, but the cool winter air had seeped under your various layers of clothes and had ultimately chilled you to the bone by the time you were standing outside the studio, your body shivering and teeth chattering, texting your boyfriend to let him know you had arrived. The door to the studio quickly swung open not long after the text had been sent, and Seokmin was standing in the doorway with his signature sunshine smile.

“Hey you! Come on in, Vernon’s been expecting you for hours!” He exclaimed loudly, his broad frame moving out of the way so that you could walk in to the warm building and attempt to shake off the cold. “Thanks for letting me in Seokmin, how is everyone doing today?” You asked as you shrugged off your jacket, quirking a brow in confusion when you heard faint shouting coming from down the hallway.

“Uh...it’s not going great at the minute,” he muttered, his lips forming a pout at yet another shout, followed by a crash sounded from the room down the hall. He sighed and lead you down the hallway, where the voices became louder and the screaming more prominent, your eyes widening in surprise that the team seemed to be crumbling behind the very door you were about to walk through.

Just as Seokmin pushed the door open to the recording studio, the voices that were screaming just seconds before had become hushed and the bodies had stilled, as if being a group of deer caught in the headlights. Every person in the recording room turned to see who was opening the door, and visibly relaxed when they noted that it was only Seokmin and yourself, making Vernon beam widely as the rest of the band members fell into conversation once more after exchanging their hello’s with you.

He stood up from his spot between Minghao and Soonyoung, and walked quickly towards you and enveloped your body tightly with his strong arms, his favourite cologne drifting up your nostrils and invading all of your senses in all of the best ways. “Hey ‘Sol,” you mumbled, your face smushed into his firm pecs, making him giggle at the slight vibration against his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered into your hair, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and sending tingles throughout your body. You smiled as you pulled away from his warm body reluctantly, letting him return to whatever he had been doing previously, and finding yourself a chair to sit on while he worked.

Finding purchase on a seat across the room, you found yourself squished between Seungcheol and Seungkwan and quickly fell into idle banter with the two, who were bickering over something you could not quite comprehend, but you also weren't paying a whole lot of attention because you were watching your boyfriend busy himself with recordings.

He was busy concentrating on and discussing an odd bass loop with Jihoon, the pair trying to find the perfect place to put it in the song where it wouldn't sound weird or repetitive. Your eyes unashamedly grazed all over his body, admiring how toned he had gotten over the last few weeks from his constant workouts and personal training sessions.

You were snapped out of your trance however, when Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your face to garner your attention. “Were you even listening to me?” He quipped, sass dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes back in response, albeit with a huge grin on your face as he continued his story about picking up his Americano earlier that day.

While you were chatting with Seungkwan, you felt the hairs on the back of your head begin to stand, and it felt almost as if someone was watching you. Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the reason for the suspicious activity, until they finally locked onto your boyfriend’s dark ones. You hadn't seen him look at you like that before, and it only sent shivers down your spine and you forced yourself to look away before you flung yourself at him.

You tried to occupy yourself by having a conversation with Seungcheol, who was showing you some of the lyrics he was writing and leaning in quite close to you. It hadn’t seemed like a problem for you since you were always talking to them about their lyrics and what they were working on, but there was something that felt...off, about sitting and talking to Seungcheol, even though all of your previous encounters with him had been nothing but pleasant and fun.

Vernon’s eyes refused to move off of your form as you sat next to Seungcheol, and all he could focus on was how his blood was beginning to boil, watching how his band mate would wrap an arm around your waist or whisper into your ear and make you laugh at some dumb joke he had explained to you. It was all getting too much for him, and before he could even control himself, his palms were slamming down onto the table with a loud thud, causing the room to fall into silence and everyone’s heads to whip around to face Vernon.

“What’s wrong Vern? You seem a little stressed, almost like you need to get laid or something,” Jeonghan joked, playfully hitting his younger friend’s arm lightly. The room fell into silence again as everyone awaited his response, not sure what the outcome would be from his seemingly harmless joke.

“Everyone needs to leave, I can’t concentrate with all this noise going on,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth, and everyone stayed still for a split second, before they scrambled to gather their things and leave as quickly as possible, not wanting to know what was going to happen once they left.

Because if they knew Vernon, they knew that he was hardly ever like this, and if he was going to snap, it wouldn't be pretty and they didn't particularly want to see it. They gave you quick, worried glances as they left, and you could only remain planted in your seat as you watched your boyfriend’s form tense and untense the more he looked at the music in front of him.

“Are you okay, baby?” You finally squeaked out once the door to the studio had shut and you were left alone with your stressed out partner. He remained silent for a few beats, and you thought about just grabbing your stuff and leaving him to his own devices, but his raspy voice stopped you before you even had the opportunity to grab your bag.

“I didn’t like the way you were talking with Seungcheol, it really got on my nerves,” he spoke through his teeth, hands gripping the table until his knuckles turned white. Your head tilted in confusion, before a small laugh bubbled past your lips from his statement, which you could hardly believe. “Are you serious? You’ve never had a problem with me talking to him before! Why is it any different now?”

His body immediately whirled around in the chair he sat on and he stood up, making fast paces towards you. You suddenly felt overly small in his presence, and even more so with his dominating nature that he was currently exuding. His eyes had darkened a few shades, and it was a look that you were all too familiar with, one that made arousal pool within your stomach and a distinct wetness clinging to your panties.

“I never had a problem before, because he wasn’t flirting with you last time, sweetheart,” His voice was rough as he stood in front of you, a small smirk reaching his mouth before he was crashing his lips into yours harshly, teeth and tongues clashing and you couldn’t help but let a mewl spill from your lips.

“He-he wasn’t flirting with me Vernon!” You managed to stutter out when he pulled away and sat on the couch next to you, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. His head snapped up and his eyes bore into yours again, before he let a sinister chuckle fall from his lips, and he was ripping your shirt off, leaving your upper body exposed to the slight chill in the air, with exception of your bra.

“You must be blind if you couldn't see the way he was undressing you with his eyes and holding your waist tightly, but it’s a shame he won’t ever get to see you like that,” he seethed, letting his lips run across the expanse of your neck and collarbone before letting his teeth sink in to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

A small hiss left your lips as he continued to suck on your neck, leaving pretty purple and blue blooms across the expanse. Your hands found purchase in his locks, tugging roughly on the roots and pulling him off your skin. “W-we can’t do this here...” you trailed off, voice growing small when you noticed your boyfriend stripping his own clothes off, another laugh slipping past his kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get a say in that, I need to show you who you belong to,” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning over your body and unclasping your bra, before pulling your pants and panties down in one swoop, leaving you stark naked in front of him. You face burned red with embarrassment, and you poorly attempted to cover your body up with a pillow strewn carelessly on the couch.

“Why are you trying to hide your smoking hot body from me?” His dominant act dropped momentarily and he let his body fall so that he was crouching between your legs, his eyes softening as he looked at you adoringly. “I-I don’t know...” a stuttered breath fell from your lips as he removed the pillow from your grip and threw it across the other side of the room.

His large hands roughly gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the air and his eyes. You saw his eyes grow hungrier and darker the longer he stared at your folds, and he couldn’t help but lean in towards you and lick a flat stripe against you, a smirk playing on his lips when you gasp and attach your hands to his scalp.

“Fuck, Vern! Your mouth i-is like ma-magic” You moaned out, unable to stop your legs from violently shaking with pleasure. His hands kept your legs pried apart, and it only heightened your levels of pleasure when his mouth found your clit and he sucked on it gently, sending waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. “You always did like when I eat you out, I bet that Seungcheol couldn’t even come close in terms of eating you out, I will always be on top” he moaned out loud, reattaching his lips to your folds and sucking vigorously.

Vernon spent a significant amount of time alternating between licking and sucking at your folds, and it came as no surprise to either of you that you were nearing your first orgasm already, your moans increasing in volume substantially when he began teasing a finger at your entrance. “You’re soaked, baby, I bet I’d just slide right in huh?” He teased, hissing when his finger was met with no resistance when he did slide it in.

He could feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and he knew that you would be cumming any moment now. Your whines were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on to add another finger into your swollen cunt, the wet noises making his cock twitch and a groan to spill from his lips.

You were too late in giving him a warning that you were cumming, it happened so fast and before you knew it, your legs were attempting to close around your boyfriend’s head and there was shapes and white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. You could faintly hear yourself crying out his name as you came down from your glorious high, and came to just as Vernon’s hand caressed your cheek.

“That was a powerful orgasm, sweetheart, but don’t forget that I’m not quite done with you yet, I still wanna fill you up with my cum.” He all but growled at you, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard and leaking length, a continuous bead of precum growing at the tip of his erection. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it still worked wonders inside of you, and the thickness made you feel so full it was almost as if you would split open. 

You leaned over to reach for his cock, but his hand gripped your wrist and held on tightly, making confusion cover your features. “No, we don’t have time for that right now, the members will be back any moment soon,” he replied, laying you down and hovering over your sweaty and shaking body. You could feel his heavy cock resting against your clit, and it only made you shiver in excitement at what was going to happen.

“F-fuck me ‘Sol...make me see stars,” You whined out, before he effectively silenced you by shoving two of his fingers in your mouth and glaring down at you with hooded eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, slut, you’re lucky i don't have anything to tie your hands back with because that’s where they’d be.” He groaned, letting his tip slide down to your entrance.

He teased his cock at your entrance, prodding at it and pushing in slightly, only to pull back out again and leave you a whining and sobbing mess. “P-please...I need your c-cock!” You cried out, your body wriggling around on the couch in anticipation. He quirked a brow at your neediness, stopping his actions altogether and making you whine even louder. 

“Someone is a needy brat tonight huh? That’s bold considering you were flirting with one of my bandmates not even an hour ago,” he scolded, finally letting his cock sink into you slowly. “I- ngh, I wasn't f-flirting with him!” you screamed out, his hips finally meeting yours as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“You definitely were, I could see it in your eyes,” he stuttered out, his hips beginning a rapid and unforgiving pace. His cock was stretching you out so nicely and filling you right up to the brim, and you couldn’t even find the energy to respond to his snarky comment. His cock was making you feel amazing in so many ways, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs beginning to shake the more Vernon pounded into you.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from c-cumming inside of you,” he groaned, lifting one of your legs up so that it was propped on his shoulder and he could angle his cock better inside of you, attempting to hit that one spot inside of you that would have you clenching around his cock in a matter of seconds.

“R-right there! Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers digging into the flesh of your boyfriend’s bicep and leaving bright red crescent marks indented on the skin. He smirked at your cries and continued to hit in the same spot over and over, hissing when he felt how your pussy began clenching rapidly around his cock, making it even harder for him to thrust inside of you.

You were so close to falling over the edge, you just needed one more action to send you toppling, and Vernon knew exactly what to do to send you into that fucked out state. He removed his fingers from your mouth, groaning at the sight of the line of saliva dropping from them and landing on your skin. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he spoke softly, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing harsh figure eight’s on the swollen bud. His grunts and the way his hips and fingers were moving sent you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream, your body arching up so beautifully.

Luckily for you, the studio was soundproof.

Vernon was so extremely close to cumming as well, and seeing your face and body contort underneath him sent his cock twitching and unloading his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. “F-fuck...fuck!” He moaned out, pulling his cock out of you and watching globs of cum fall from your pussy. He smiled and let two of his digits scoop up the cum and press it back into your folds, a defeated whine leaving your lips as you shook from oversensitivity.

“No more, please ‘Sol...” you rasped out, feeling as if you were on another planet from how lightheaded your orgasm had made you feel. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you, loving how your body shook in response to his actions. “You did so well...so well my baby,” he spoke softly, wiping his fingers on a nearby pillow. His clean hand came up to caress your face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes and leaning in to kiss you softly.

The kiss was so soft and warm and made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him as close as you could. He finally pulled away from you with a wide grin on his face, before he got up and began to dress himself again and make himself look presentable. 

He turned to you and helped you to dress carefully, kissing over each and every mark he left on your body, as well as whispering apologies into your skin and making you giggle at his adorableness. “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten some of your stress out ‘Sol?” You asked, smoothing out your hair so it didn’t look as messed up as it had moments before.

He turned to face you and nodded with a huge grin on his face, pulling you in to a hug and swaying with you slightly, humming an unfamiliar tune that nonetheless made you smile and relax into his body. Just as you were about to ask him what he was humming, the door to the studio opened and a few faces popped in, worry on their features.

“It’s okay to come in, we’re all done in here,” Vernon commented, your face burning red with his outright comment. The boys slowly trickled back into the room and made themselves comfortable once more, falling into small talk with each other and you before you decided to make your exit.

“Oh, by the way,” Jeonghan started, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, and you knew that whatever he was about to say to you, would probably embarrass you until the ends of time. You made eye contact with Vernon, who looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Some of these walls aren't soundproof, for future reference.”

[literaturehoeenergy]

Opportunity Pt 2

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff i guess?

warnings: one (1) swear word whoops

word count: 1,193

a/n: this is part 2! Click here to read part 1 :)

Y/N’s POV

Corpse and I began talking daily after he added me on Discord. As a college student, my sleep schedule was basically non-existent and so was his, so we would talk on the phone for hours about everything. I told him about my classes and my aspiration to work in a library someday, and he told me about his doctor’s appointment and his ever-growing popularity on the internet. He was nervous a lot, which I understood. His fame was growing so rapidly, it was understandable that he was nervous about all these new people talking about him and interacting with his content.

One day, I never got the phone call he usually gives me around 11. It was odd, so I decided instead to call him. The line rang for a while, but he didn’t answer. I checked all my socials to see if he was streaming or something, but he wasn’t. Did I do something wrong? I texted Sean and asked if he had heard from Corpse recently, but he said he hadn’t talked to him a couple days. I was really starting to get worried. I sent him a text to let him know I was there for him if he wanted to talk to me about it or if he just wanted someone to listen.

I never got the call that night. It made me sad, Corpse was basically the happiest part of my day, and I look forward to his calls more than anything else. I decided that I wouldn’t let myself overthink it and go get some coffee to help me feel better. It was October, so all my favorite fall flavors were available in my favorite shop. “Hey, Y/N! Long time no see,” the owner, Beth, said from behind the counter. I smiled sadly at her, setting my purse on the counter. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” There was only one other person in the shop, and he was waiting for his coffee to be made.

“I’m fine, I think I’m just overthinking something.”

“Well, I think that calls for a latte and a muffin.” She turned to begin making my order as the other barista, her daughter Alanna, made the other person’s. I glanced at the guy -- he was tall and had dark hair, with a black mask covering the bottom part of his face. I hesitantly made my way to stand in the general vicinity he was in, fiddling with the ring on my left hand. “So, what are you overthinking?” Beth asked, waiting for the espresso to drip. 

“Oh, I just was talking to this guy for a while, and he stopped responding out of nowhere kind of. I don’t know if I did something, or said something, but I really care about him so I’m trying not to flip in case he’s just going through something right now.”

“A guy?” She said with a smirk. “Where’d you meet him?”

“I actually haven’t met him in person. He’s friends with my cousin.” 

Corpse’s POV

I decided that coffee might help me feel better. I felt awful for not responding to Y/N last night, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone, even though talking to her would have probably made me feel better. The shop wasn’t far from my house, and they had really good fall flavors. I ordered my drink from the young girl and made my way to the far end of the counter to wait. The bell above the door dinged and a girl with Y/C/H walked in. She looked kind of sad. And kind of familiar…

She made small talk with the older woman behind the counter, so I assumed they were friends. She made her way over to me, obviously trying to give me my space. The older woman continued talking to the girl, asking what she was overthinking. “Oh, I just was talking to this guy for a while, and he stopped responding out of nowhere kind of. I don’t know if I did something, or said something, but I really care about him so I’m trying not to flip in case he’s just going through something right now.” Wait a second...

“A guy?” The woman asked. “Where’d you meet him?”

“I actually haven’t met him in person. He’s friends with my cousin.” Oh my god. “But he’s so sweet, and he actually listens to me when I talk.”

“That’s good, your last one had a bad habit of being a shithead and not doing that.” The girl laughed and looked down at her shoes. That’s her. That’s Y/N. Right in front of my face. “Here’s your muffin, sweetie.”

“Thanks. Anyway, I know he struggles sometimes to find the motivation to do anything, because I do too. So I’m trying not to freak about it. He’s a really great guy, I’m sure he just needed some time to himself.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 

“Yeah, I just needed a break,” I said quietly. Her head shot up, her eyes moving to meet mine. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Corpse?” She asked, surprised.

“Guilty,” I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find it in me to pick up the phone. I actually don’t think I even have it on me,” I said, patting the pockets on my jeans.

“No, that’s okay. I understand. I just didn’t think this would be the way I met you.” The older woman was smiling out of the corner of my eye, setting both of our coffees down on the counter.

“Here y’all go. You’re more than welcome to stay in the shop while we close up for lunch.” Y/N thanked her and glanced up at me.

“Do you want to?” Of course I do. I nodded and followed her to a table in the back corner. “Here, if you sit right there, your back will be to the door.” I looked at her, a little confused. “The windows. Uh… If you face away from them, then no one will… be able to see you.”

“Oh, yeah. Thank you,” I smiled. “So…”

“How are you?” She asked. She was so sincere, and even more beautiful in person. I had only seen pictures and little videos of her on her Instagram. She resembled Sean a little bit, obviously, but she was unlike anyone I had ever seen before. 

“I’m doing better. I just… woke up yesterday and felt awful. My fingers have been numb and I feel kind of nauseous. But I thought that coffee might help me feel better.” She had one hand against her cheek and the other gripped on her mug, listening to me intently. “I guess that was a good idea.” She grinned, letting out a small chuckle. “You’re… so pretty.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” she said, looking down at her coffee.

“I’m serious.” She met my eyes again.

“Thank you.” We sat in a comfortable silence for a while before she spoke again. “You have really nice eyes.” 

“Thank you. So, how did your essay turn out?” Her eyes lit up, excited to talk about her writing. God, she’s gorgeous.

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[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 14- New World Order

Summary: With the world back to it’s usual business, and the Avenger’s base on a long road to recovery. You and Bucky begin a new chapter in Brooklyn, New York City.

Warning: just fluff really, and some spicy talk maybe a little suggestive themes if you will

Masterlist

It’s been about three months since the events leading up to the dusting of Thanos’ whole army and the death of that giant purple bastard. Ninety-one days since Tony Starks funeral, and 2184 hours since your entire world changed for the better.

Although you’d be a sore liar if you said you didn’t miss your old life with everyone at the Avengers Facility. Even with such a dramatic new change to your life now, you miss Natasha, you miss your late night talks with Steve, and maybe you even miss that little shithead raccoon. But there has been an emerging inner peace with what you gained that just about outweighs your heavy losses.

Someone who’s brought you unconditional love and understanding in your blooming state, someone who’s helped to draw your grief and anguish out of your vessel and transform it into something golden and pure. Your sweet Bucky. If someone last year was to claim at this time you’d be living in an apartment in New York with the love of your life. Well, you’d probably have swiftly made them regret it.

But now, things are better, not one hundred percent fantastic and awesome. But so much better then yourself an entire year ago could ever have even imagined. And that’s good enough for you.

Staring intently down at your little houseplant, you gently spray it with a spray bottle before standing back to admire your caretaking skills. Not too bad. Not too bad at all. Face shifting to that of a stern army general, you get down real close to the leaves so that your face is mere inches from the soaked plant, “I hope you drink this up okay? Bucky thinks I’m gonna kill you and I’m not losing that bet to him. No sir, so don’t you die on me.” The tiny fern keeps silent for obvious reasons at your little pep talk, it’s green leaves protruding beautifully outward as you set the spray bottle onto the countertop.

“He’s gonna owe me fifty dollars if you last till October, and I don’t even care about the money. I just want bragging rights.” You whisper before standing up and wandering over to the living room window.

The city lights are glowing vibrantly in the nights atmosphere, cars and people alike traveling down below your apartment building, oblivious to the whereabouts of two Avengers a couple stories above their very heads. Two ex-assissins. Both products of Hydra. Damn you’ve got a loaded history.

“Y/N! Are you coming!” There’s a long pause of silence from your bedroom that causes you to open your mouth to answer, but before you’re able to say anything in reply, Bucky yells out, “Also I can’t find my white t-shirt, do you know where it is?! Actually never mind I’m going shirtless!”

You let out a humored snort before swiftly turning on your heel and walking down the hallway until you finally reach your bedroom door, “You know we have neighbors right?”

Bucky sends you a shy smile as he disappears into the bathroom for something, “I’m sure this place has thick walls.” He says while flipping up the ceramic toilet seat.

“Uh huh.” You mutter unconvinced, deciding to search his drawers for a spare sleeping shirt.

Noticing your snooping, Bucky finishes up before flushing the toilet and wandering out the door until he’s practically leaning against your shoulder, “Don’t you have clothes?” Questions Bucky with a small chuckle as you throw him a look.

“I need ones to sleep in.” You casually protest as he slowly nods, clearly not getting your admittedly vague point.

“Don’t you have one to sleep in?”

Picking out a grey shirt of his, you shut the dresser before taking off yours, “All my shit got destroyed when Thanos blew up the base. So I’m limited with the stuff I did buy.” He watches as you unintentionally flash him before pulling on his sleep shirt, “And I’m not exactly eager to be out and about right now. I’m still getting used to the new amount of people on this planet. Also I don’t like shopping......or people.”

Bucky nods in understanding as he follows you to the bed, though he can’t quit suppress his chuckles, “Okay fine.”

Throwing the blanket back, you raise a brow at him for that humored yet blunt remark, “Did you not want me to take this one?” You ask, speaking like you’re talking to a little puppy just to tease him more.

Rolling his beautiful blues, Bucky gets into bed as you do the same, “No. Its fine, I don’t actually care.”

Chuckling, you move to sit next to him as he lays on his back, “Good. Cause you’re shirtless and I think I like you better that way. Means I can tickle you easier.”

“Don’t you dare tickle me Y/N or I will lock you out of the bathroom again I swear.” Warns Bucky as he quickly pulls the blanket over his muscular body while you start laughing at him.

“I wasn’t gonna do that. No....definitely not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Huh well, guess you won’t be able to cuddle me then if you don’t trust me...” Throwing the blanket off of him, Bucky quickly engulfs you into his strong arms as you squeak with surprise, pulling you down so that he can be the big spoon for tonight.

“Now you’re trapped.” Mumbles Bucky against your shoulder as his chest pushes at your back when he laughs. He thinks he’s so funny.

Holding his arm that’s pressed against your body, you gently pat it as he hums in content, “Buck, I’m thoroughly enjoying this actually so just keep your arm there, even if it falls asleep you’re not allowed to move it sucker. That’s the rules.”

“Well maybe I like those rules. Sucker.” Chuckles Bucky as you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “Now go to sleep, it’s been a long week.”

“Fine.” You mumble into the darkness as a yawn hits you right after. Soon your breaths become steady and calm as you both lay there for another thirty minutes. You are tired, it’s just, something keeps you awake that just can’t be satisfied if you keep going on like this.

“Hey.” You whisper, he gives a low hum in reply, “Buck, I forgot to tell you I have a cat.”

Opening an eye, he gently squeezes your stomach, “You have a cat? Y/N what....how...uh, where is this cat?

“I gave her to Morgan. So I guess she’s technically not mine anymore, I don’t know. Just felt like telling you that.”

“Thanks for sharing.”

“Anytime.”

The both of you go as silent as ghosts before erupting into a fit of giggles, he buries his face into your hair as his sweet laughter bounces off the walls of your room. Though soon enough does the both of your giggles die down to nothing more then the calming sounds of your breathing.

Your mind dwells with a growing fatigue though your body seems to want something else then slumber, sucking in a soft breath, you hum in thought before whispering, “Bucky.” Just to spark his curiosity.

“Yeah.”

“Uh,” Maybe you shouldn’t be asking this and just let him sleep, “how tired are you?” You ask him anyways.

He pauses for a moment before slowly answering with a mumbled, “Tired.”

You hum in acknowledgment, voice low as you answer him, “oh okay.” Immediately sparking his interest.

“Why?” Asks Bucky, intrigued with your slightly disappointed response.

“Nothing, you said you’re tired so we can sleep.”

Bucky’s head rises off of the pillow as he leans over you to try and look at your face, “Well now I wanna know so tell me.” States Bucky in curiosity before catching himself, eyes softer now, “Please.”

Sighing, you purse your lips together, knowing he’s still leaned against your shoulder but deciding to spill anyways as you half-sheepishly whisper, “I’m kinda horny.”

“Kinda?” Chuckles Bucky in an almost teasing manner as you snort.

“Listen you little shithead, I know we did it the other day but I haven’t had sex in five goddamn years give me a break for being a bit horny despite my sleepiness.” You sass, “I’m just, I’ve been feeling a lot of things since you’ve come back. And I yunno, didn’t wanna come off too strong at first so...uh...yeah.”

Bucky hums in thought, “Right, right....yeah.”

Maybe he is too tired? You let out a little huff of slight embarrassment before turning your head to face him better, “It’s just how I’m feeling right now but if you’re too tired that’s really fine with me okay Buc...oh uh...mhmm...” Your worries lost to the wind as his fingers begin slipping underneath your shirt, plush lips pressing feather light kisses against your neck to shut you up from your restless mind. His digits graze over your hardened nibble before Bucky pulls your body flush to his, stubbled chin pressed against your shoulder as he plants a tiny kiss there.

You smile into the darkness when his kisses trail up from from your shoulder to your neck and finally your cheek, he slowly turns you onto your back as his lips plant butterfly kisses all over your face as you begin chuckling at how undeniably adorable he’s being right now. Mhmm hmm you could get used to this.

His arms slip from out of your sleep shirt, soon trapping you to the bed as he hovers over your heavenly vessel, granting you with a plethora of lovely kisses all over your heated skin like he’s exploring you for the first time all over again. Your hands instinctively trail through his shortened dark locks while he draws your legs apart with his muscular torso, doing everything to further spark your growing excitment.

Tonight will indeed be wonderful.

——

Waking up from out of a decently pleasant slumber, you suck in a deep breath to awaken the senses for the day, hands feeling around the rumpled up sheets for your snuggle buddy only to find nothing but an empty bedside. He’s gotten unbelievably good at sneaking out of bed it’s honestly one of the most impressive things he can do.

Your eyes scan the semi-closed window shades to reveal a glowing darkness, it’s only 5:00am, and you know exactly where he’s gone off to even after keeping him up for half the night. Instantly you’ve slipped out of bed, not bothering to turn on the lights as you quietly wander down the hallway until you reach the living room.

Past the small kitchen, and to the left of the single lounge chair, there he is. Snoozing like a meaty log of pure muscle and Vibranium as he lays on a thin blanket flush against the hardware floor. Another blanket covering his lower half as he shifts a bit in his sleep, he’s restless. Your eyes soften at your lover, he’s been doing this recently since Steve left and the world sucked Bucky back into reality. You’ve had plenty of time to adjust of course, but for Bucky, he’s had three months since you two parted from the comfort of Wakanda to live in America as part-time Avengers.

Technically he’s only free from the government and jail time for that matter because he was pardoned by the president and thus was forced to agree upon attending mandated therapy for everything the Winter Soldier did in the past. While you on the other hand were pardoned for war crimes and your involvement with the terrorist organization Hydra because of your status as an Avenger.

Also you’re technically only still allowed to live in the United States because you live with Bucky, who is conveniently from America, so you get a free pass as long as you two plan on residing under the same roof. So it works out for you.

Suddenly his labored breaths quicken and a second later he jolts awake, now drawing himself into a seated position as little beads of sweat shine in the light of the glowing television screen that shows some unimportant sports game.

His chest rises and falls before his blue eyes blink back the vivid fuzziness of his latest nightmare, gaze slowly shifting over to you once he realizes another body is near him. When his irises catch you in the full glow of the tv, he immediately lowers his head in slight embarrassment.

“Did I wake you up again?” Mutters Bucky, almost sounding like he’s mad at himself for letting you find him like this once more.

Shaking your head, you swiftly move to seat yourself at his level before leaning your back against the lounge chair, “You never wake me up Bucky, I think I have a sixth sense for you or something cause when you leave I just know.” You chuckle lightly as he shifts himself closer to you, “Also I miss you next to me.”

His head presses against the corner of the chair as he leans down to leave a light kiss on your shoulder, “I’m sorry. I just.....I don’t want to startle you when I’m having a nightmare and wake up, well, like that.”

Turning to face him, you reach a comforting hand up to gently run it through his shortened dark hair, “You can’t scare me off that easily Barnes. I could probably be classified as the monster under your bed if we’re talking about scary things at night.”

He reveals the ghost of a smile while leaning into your touch, “I know Y/N, it’s just not fair that I do this more then I should. You shouldn’t have to wake up all alone after living like that for five fucking years....I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“oh James..” You whisper while scooting closer so that your bent knees are against his own, hand now snaked down so that you can intertwine your hands with his, “...it’s not your fault the nightmares are coming back. And as much as I miss having you near me, sometimes we all need our space when things get internally rough. I get it, believe me. But don’t ever feel sorry okay? You have nothing to say sorry for, at least not to me alright?”

Bucky nods, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze while he shows the flash of a smile, “Okay.” Whispers Bucky, eyes falling down to your intertwined fingers before he finds your gaze once more, “Let’s go to bed, the sun will be up soon and I have a therapy session today.”

“Therapy is good for you Bucky.”

He rolls his eyes as you laugh at his annoyed expression, “You are my therapy.” Protests your lover before standing and pulling you up with him.

Hugging his torso affectionately, you smirk up at him, “Wrong answer James.” Holding back a genuine grin, he simply leans down to press his lips against yours. Doing his best to shut you up from further mentioning his required therapy sessions that he absolutely loathes to attend. 

——

Hands stuffed deep within your jacket pockets, you wander in step with Bucky who brushes his right arm against yours every couple of steps on the cement sidewalk of Brooklyn. You patiently waited the full forty-five minute session for him, knowing all too well that the second he walked out of there and saw your beautiful face. He’d be significantly less grumpy then before, just as you’d suspected.

Turning your head to face him, he keeps looking straight ahead though he’s aware enough to know you’re about to say something about the session, “You didn’t mention the nightmares did you.” Bucky huffs, annoyed at getting so easily caught by your observant intellect about him. You can read him like a book.

“No.” A blunt answer, he knows there’s no point in lying. “She thinks I need to call more people. Be more social or something.....it’s stupid.” He grumbles to himself though your ears catch it all the same.

You hum in agreement, “Well it wouldn’t kill you to call Sam, I know he tries to text you sometimes...”

“Does he text you?”

“Yeah.” You reply before playfully nudging his arm, “And unlike you, I answer. He’s just a concerned friend, which is nice, you need those kind of people.”

“I don’t need anyone but you Y/N. I’m good, really.”

Rolling your eyes, you snort as he throws you a half offended look, “Babe, I love you. But it’s admittedly a good thing to have other friends other then me. I know this from experience as we both know, so, give him a call sometime okay? For me.”

“Ugh, fine.” He begrudgingly mutters, “But only for you, that’s it.” Smiling brightly at him, you’re about to add something else when the sounds of your friend Yori rings loud in the bustle of the city as he argues with his annoyance of a neighbor, Unique. Something about trash and putting it in the wrong bin.

Bucky soon comes to the rescue and quickly puts an end to the argument before Yori decides to throw hands and gets himself in trouble. The stubborn old man gives up on his yelling and soon Bucky is able to convince him to get lunch with the two of you.

To the sushi place you go.

“Nobody made it past 90 this week.” Says Yori sadly as you lean against Bucky’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newspaper that he’s holding in one hand while you use your chopsticks to stuff a chunk of sushi in your mouth.

“So young. Such a shame.” Mutters Bucky with a shake of his head while he takes another bite of his meal.

“You guys didn’t order the usual, huh? Feeling a little adventurous?” Smiles Leah as you take a sip of your water, she loves when you three come in during her shift. Honestly she’s heard a lot of your complaining over the last couple weeks, though it’s usually just about some city annoyance since you don’t want to scare her off with all the real shit you’ve dealt with. You’re trying to make friends after all.

You acknowledge her with a raise of your drink before setting it on the glass counter, “Oh yeah, I like to live a little on the wild side..” You add with a laugh, “..unfortunately I tend to drag them along with me.”

Yori nods, “I enjoy the adventure.” Before pointing to Bucky, “It’s him right here who is scared of getting his feet wet.”

Leah laughs at the adorably confused face of Bucky as he sends the old man a look while you snicker in amusement. “Yori.” Warns Bucky without an once of aggression while you give his shoulder a gentle squeeze of affection.

“What?” Protests Yori, “I am right and you know it. Y/N am I not right?”

“Oh, you’re definitely not wrong.” Bucky pouts as you give his stumbled cheek a light peck, eyes set back onto your delicious sushi as he pretends to be annoyed by you and and Yori’s teasing.

The three of you continue to chomp down on your weekly lunch days meal at the usual sushi spot for another minute longer. Yori’s eyes suddenly sparking with a thought that you know he’s absolutely not going to keep to himself.

“You know what?” Whispers Yori as he leans in closer to Bucky, quit obviously pointing a finger towards you though you simply ignore them as he continues, “You better treat your woman well okay? She’s a good one...Ah I have a perfect idea. You go on a date, like dancing or....or, bingo.” Suggests the old man as your smile grows.

Bucky’s brows furrow as he whispers back, “We’re already dating.”

Yori nods, “You misunderstand my point, you must keep the flame going always okay? Very important, very important. When was the last time you gave her flowers huh? Went to the park? Whooed her..”

“I bought her a plant.” Says Bucky defensively as he side eyes you, “I, I whoo her.”

The old man smiles, “Good, good. That’s how you keep them around for a long time. Don’t forget that, I know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure you do.” Mumbles Bucky as you suppress the urge to laugh at their adorable conversation about how to treat a significant other right. That significant other being you.

——

Seated crisscrossed on the wooden floor of yours and Bucky’s shared apartment, a single thin blanket underneath you, your eyes squint suspiciously at Bucky like you don’t believe a single thing he’s saying. He’s seated on a pillow across the small coffee table, raising a dark brow at you while he holds back a growing smirk.

Your eyes soon shift down to the board before slowly trailing over his forced stoic face, “Well, Mr. Barnes....you’re a strong captain I’ll admit. But I am a skilled sea traveler of my own. E7.” His blue irises flicker down to his board, expression shifting ever so slightly in irritation, you got him.

Biting his lip, his hands move from behind the plastic board of the game that you can’t see, “How about that.” States Bucky with a genuinely impressed nod, “You sunk my battleship.”

Instantly your hands ball into fists, “Yessss.” You whisper joyously as your eyes squint in happiness for your first ever win against the literal master of Battleship. “Ha ha sucker! I won! I fucking won!” You shout with passion as he leans back on one arm to watch you jump up into a theatrical victory dance. God he loves you so much. You dangerous little goofball.

Swinging your arm dramatically in a circle, you shake your hips before winding down your dramatics to wander on over to Bucky who’s still seated on the floor, shimmering blues never leaving yours. Smirking victoriously, you crouch down to meet his humored gaze, “I think I deserve a prize.....and by prize I mean you get me those gummy worm things from the corner store. I deserve it after all.”

He tilts his head, the corners of his mouth rising as his eyes flicker to your lips for a brief moment, “Do you now?” He smiles lovingly though a sudden mischief sparkles in his eyes.

“Yes. This was the first time I ever won so I definitely deserve some type of reward for my efforts.” You state justly, eyes narrowing as you add, “Or I will battle you, and I’m not talking about the game.”

Bucky tilts his head up, an alluring smile playing at his plush pink lips while his eyes flicker to your mouth once again, oh he is certainly not going to get you naked in an attempt at swaying your mind from those gummies. You’re an ex-assassin who deserves some damn gummies every once in awhile. And his ass is gonna get you them, it’s only fair after all.

“Y/N.” Coos Bucky in that sultry voice of his, metal hand reaching up to touch your beautiful face, but as his fingers come within an inch of your precious skin. You shoot a hand up to clasp against his in an iron grip, blue eyes immediately going big when you tuck and roll. Taking his whole body with you.

In the swift aftermath, you’re able to skillfully pin him to the ground with relative ease. Both your hands pressed firmly against his naked wrists as you lean your face mere inches from his own, “I warned you, didn’t I?” You tease playfully as he breaks out into an inviting grin.

“I have something else in mind that you’ll absolutely love.” Assures Bucky with a telling expression that does nothing to hide the lust that flashes through them.

“In that case, pin me to the floor. And I’m all yours for the evening.” You whisper slyly as he practically shivers underneath your touch, “But if I win, you gotta travel two blocks for those delicious bitches. Khorosho, lyubov' moya?” You add in your native tongue of Russian, translating to “okay, my love” before pressing your forehead against his, eyeing him up like a bull ready to fight.

Bucky lets out a little sigh, something between annoyance and pleasure, “Fine. But you’re going dow...” Your lips crash against his in a hot second of passion before you quickly pull away, letting go of his wrists as you move to stand in a defensive position nearby.

Slowly blinking, he lets out a little huff before pulling himself to his full height, eyes trailing over you as he raises a brow, “Now that wasn’t fair.”

You casually shrug, “What wasn’t fair? We made a deal Barnes.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at your teasing, “You know what I...okay, okay. We’re really doing this?”

You shrug at his adorable expression, “You either have to walk 2 blocks in the dark for my treat, or a night of undeniably fantastic sex is within your reach. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it, it’s the principle of the thing here. So, I’m going to fight you James Buchanan Barnes.” Oh and you used his full name too, Bucky knows without a doubt, it’s on.

He reveals a little smirk at that, “Guess I don’t have much of a choice. Hmm alright hot stuff let’s do this.” Muses your lover as he draws his hands up into fists, ever so slowly approaching you like a wary predator to their opposing rival. Not so sure if this is going to be a fight he can win or not, well, it sure won’t be an easy one.

When he’s within arms reach, you swiftly duck under his swift jab to your right arm, shooting a leg out to push him away from you while your body twists around to meet him. “Cheap shot.” Mumbles Bucky, calculated gaze studying your every movement as you slowly wander closer to him.

Looking as innocent as ever, “I want some gummy worms, I’ll break you little man.” Accent dripping with every word, further arousing Bucky though he tries to play it off with a laugh and a shake of his head.

Soon the two of you engage in a swiftly heated battle of hand to hand combat showing your admittedly intense skills of what only a former assassin could display so fluidly. Your two bodies moving like seasoned dancers across the hardwood flooring of your apartment, though you’re surprisingly able to keep relatively quiet as he blocks your fists. Can’t disturb those pesky neighbors.

Bucky shifts left just as you narrowly scrape your right elbow against his shoulder with a high jab from your elbows desperate upper cut, you slide on the hardwood under the false presumption that he’s out of reach when his flesh arm swings out to catch you in your stomach with a loud hollow thud. Ouch!

Instantly your throat emits a strange squeak as you feel the air knocked out of your precious lungs, clearly you had not anticipated this turn of events and neither does Bucky who immediately looks like he just accidentally stepped on a puppies little paw. “Y/N!” Worries Bucky with wide eyes as you keep hunched over, trying to suck in some needed oxygen.

Pulling some air into your lungs, you pretend to hobble over to the couch like a beaten down boxer, “Mm hmgood, yep.” You rasp out, resting your upper half on the couch as Bucky quickly approaches your side. But before he’s able to lay a comforting hand onto your shoulder, you swing a decorative pillow right at his head.

The puffy fabric knocks him onto his ass, earning a surprised grunt in the process as you tower above him, smirking like a trickster goddess over a poor lost and lonely traveler. Bucky rubs his reddened cheek, brows furrowed as he whines, “Y/N.” Like a little child who just got something taken from them by another kid.

Smirking a satisfied grin, you kneel down to meet his level, raising up a hand to gently draw his chin upwards to face you better, “That hurt you dickhead.” You muse as Bucky pouts, “ Y/N, I didn’t mean too..”

“I know.” You chuckle, “Now make it better.” You slyly add with a suggestive implication in your tone that causes Bucky to raise a brow. Letting go of his stubbled chin, you seat yourself onto the floor, facing Bucky as he reaches his metal hand out to pull you in closer to him.

Just about shoulder to shoulder with him, he gently presses his Vibranium hand to your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, soon the two of you lock lips with one another as his other hand snakes around to pull you onto him.

Ever so gently do you follow him to the floor as he continues to passionately make out with you like there’s no tomorrow. Metal and flesh hand feeling you up from your breasts to your bum as you straddle your man, hands trailing through his shortened hair while he fully enjoys this new positioning and turn of events.

Bucky presses wet kisses all around your cheeks and lips while he begins nonchalantly unbuttoning your pants, clearly hoping this will continue further and that all thoughts of those delicious gummy worms are out the door. You won’t lie to yourself though, caging Bucky’s thick torso underneath your opened legs is an admittedly pleasant experience to say the least.

So when he snakes his hands up under your shirt and starts messaging your breasts through the fabric of your bra, your mind begins thinking of some other things a bit more important then some simple treat from the local corner store. He knows just how to turn his favorite lover into a pile of puddy with nothing more then his mouth and fingers. This little shithead isn’t even inside you yet, you’re not even naked for goodness sakes!

But alas, a bet is a bet, and you don’t like to lose. Smirking into the kiss, and holding back a moan as Bucky’s digits squeeze your soft breasts, you tug on his hair before pulling away from his pleasantly inviting lips. Earning a palpable pout of confusion from your man, who’s noticeably grown hard against your bum.

“Y/N?”

“Bucky.” You tease back, imitating his voice once again as he throws you a puzzled look, “Don’t give me that shit Barnes I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And what am I trying to do?” Sasses Bucky as he rests his hands onto either side of your hips.

You raise a brow down at him, “These shenanigans.”

Bucky smiles, head falling back onto the floor as he laughs, “That’s not, no I’m not doing any shenanigans I swear....I just, maybe I just want to show my girl how much I love her.” Replies Bucky, though you stay unconvinced.

“We had a deal remember?”

“Yeah well, none of us won so..”

“Oh really?” You challenge, “Then why are you on your back and I’m right here as the victorious one? Who by the way has earned her gummy worms fair and square James Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky groans, “oh come on Y/N....I can’t go now. Have some pity on me please?”

“And why not?”

He gently gives your hips an affectionate squeeze, “Because, my beautiful she-wolf who I love so very much and cherish every day of my life forever and alw..”

“Get to the point I want those damn gummies.” You threaten with a stern look though he knows you don’t truly mean it of course, but he has successfully annoyed you. “What is the problem this time?”

Bucky throws you a sheepish grin as he takes one of your hands in his, “Because I’m hard.” Sincere and straight to the point.

Pursing your lips together in amused irritation, you remove his hand from your hip, “Well, you did that to yourself babe I can’t help how amazing I am just existing. Really get over yourself.” You playfully tease before standing above him as his eyes never once leave your beautiful face, “Those gummies aren’t going to buy themselves.”

Bucky sighs dramatically shaking his head as he whispers, “You’re a monster of the greatest evil.” Smiling like a lovestruck idiot despite his neutrally spoken words.

You chuckle, stepping over him to pick up a pillow, “That’s me. Now don’t give me a reason to show you my claws.”

He quickly rises to his full height, another fallen pillow in hand as he tries to hide his hardened member behind it like some shitty magic act, “I’m just, I’m gonna hold this pillow for you. Not important why.”

“Uh huh.” You muse as he watches you clean up Battleship, putting all the pieces away and into the particular box before shoving it underneath the couch. When you go to fold the furniture's decorative blanket, a knock is heard at the door.

“Not it.” Mutters Bucky as you throw him an annoyed glance, already aware of who this is by their familiar scent. You walk over to the door and open it as Bucky hides in the background, pillow still covering his tented crotch.

“Hello Mrs. Brego you need help with your windows again?” You speak in Italian to your neighbor from down the hall. The old woman smiles before giving you a little shake of her head indicating a no.

“No dear, just telling you there’s cops downstairs for that guy from Chicago I think, so if you plan on going out. I wouldn’t choose tonight, the whole lobby is filled with people I think he might have been into drugs.” Warns the sweet old woman as you slowly nod, knowing all to well that Bucky most certainly heard everything.

Faking a smile, you shrug, “Wasn’t planning on going out tonight anyways. Well, thanks again. See you when I see you.” She smiles brightly before turning to walk down the hallway and into her own apartment, you watch until she shuts her door just to make sure nothing bad happens on your time.

Feeling comfortable that’s she’s fine, you shut and lock the door, pursing your lips as you turn around to face a smirking Bucky. He’s still holding the pillow against his junk, but he looks incredibly full of himself standing there with that stupidly handsome face of his. Those eyes. That smile. His body......no, focus.

Bucky goes to open his mouth but before he can say something sarcastic you throw a hand up to stop him, “Not a word.” You deadpan before turning to walk down the hallway, stopping yourself to glance over your shoulder, “Give me five minutes and then you can come to bed. But you better be naked or else.”

Bucky snorts as you practically swagger down the short hallway and into your shared bedroom. Closing the door as you prepare yourself for a late night of adventuring each others bodies.

Oh tonight will be something indeed.

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[ms-demeanor]

You know what’s funny is whenever I make a tech post I get people going “this is blatantly untrue” and I get people going “this is really good information and everyone needs to know it” and the dividing line is how much time you spend with people who are tech literate.

Yep, I would tell my computer savvy friends where they could get keycaps and fix their keyboards; I don’t even have to bother telling my computer savvy friends how to run a fifteen year old laptop because we’re all pretty good at it.

But GODDAMN I just read a response to my “cheap computer season” post that claimed that it was totally reasonable to run a macbook from 2010 and

Look.

That’s not a reasonable thing to tell a student who needs a functional computer to do research and write papers. (have fun trying to find installation discs from when the OS was still named after cats and have fun trying to get a browser to get along with that OS)

You know why most people bring me laptops with missing keys? Because the key got ripped off by their two-year-old and damaged the soldering in the keyboard and I have no idea it’s going to be “oh, yeah, that’s a ten dollar fix” or “sorry, that’s going to be an hour and a half to disassemble and reassemble and we’ll have to order you a new keyboard specific to that model out of new old stock” and the thing is the second one is much, much, much more common in my experience than the first.

Do I think you need to replace a laptop when the bezel is cracked? No. I also don’t carry my laptop powered on in the bag with a flashdrive sticking out of the USB port. Customers do weird things that I don’t understand and when a customer tells me they want me to fix the bezel they think it’s a twenty-dollar snap-on repair because they have no idea how this works and then they get mad at me when I explain “no, you’ve gotta have this specific piece of plastic, these haven’t been made in five years, and you might be better off buying a used model online than trying to track down a new bezel.”

So here’s the thing: Can Macs get viruses?

There are three answers here.

“No, of course not, Macs are made to be virus-proof”

“Macs need antivirus protection because, while it is less common than infections for PCs, there are types of malware that can infect macs and it’s worthwhile to guard against that”

“tEcHnIcAlLy a virus has to be self-replicating and IOS’s file management system [or some other bullshit] prevents that so TECHNICALLY Macs can’t get viruses and what you need is anti-malware software if you need anything because you’re fairly likely to have security through obscurity”

I’m aware of the third position and voicing the second position to people who believe the first position.

YES TECHNICALLY YOU CAN KEEP A COMPUTER RUNNING INDEFINITELY AND YES IT’S TOTALLY POSSIBLE YOUR LAPTOP WILL LAST TEN YEARS.

“Well if you treat it right and run it well it’ll be in great shape for a long time”

YES THAT IS CORRECT DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY PEOPLE WHO DON’T WORK ON THEIR OWN CARS DRIVE AROUND WITH THE OIL CHANGE LIGHT ON FOR MONTHS?!?

Tons of people in the world today use computers. They use computers every day, they use computers at home and at school and at work.

Tons of people drive every day. They use cars for fun and for commuting and for their jobs.

That doesn’t mean that all (or even most, or even half) of the people using these things is any good at keeping them running, or even has the barest idea of how to start tracking down a problem.

Someone in the notes of that post described a green line on their screen and thought that was a symptom of hard drive problems. I don’t have the hours in the day to catch this person up to speed on why a display issue on a laptop isn’t indicative of hard drive issues.

Do you know how much people think it’s going to cost to get data off of a broken drive? Not “won’t power up” not “won’t spin” but “I dropped this and part fell off and now it won’t power up or spin and also the platter is chipped”? I’m going to have to send that shit to a clean room and the customer is *staggered* that it might cost more than a hundred dollars to get their data. “Outrageous, what kind of blackmail operation are you trying to run here, just plug it in and get my pictures.”

A year or so ago I was at Jiffy Lube (ew). I’d been shooting the shit with the mechanic when a parent and child rolled in in a panic. And they should have been panicking! They’d thrown a fucking rod because they’d been driving with no oil in the car for god knows how long because neither of them had had the oil changed in the two years they’d owned the vehicle.

*I* can keep a 30-year-old car running. I can put a belt back on an engine in a dark parking lot with a wrench and a headlamp. I can drop a gas tank and replace my fuel filter and thumb my nose at the mechanics who tried to upsell me on “replacing your old, worn-out air filter” the day after I’d popped a new one into my truck.

These folks couldn’t keep a new car running with three alarms telling them what was wrong.

*I* can power up my 2005 macbook running Leopard and use garage band to record a song or do some design work on my copy of Adobe CS3; I can kludge its FF3.5 browser into playing nice with the internet and accept that it’s going to be a slow piece of shit.

The lady who called me confused by the fact that the password to her email was different than the login information for her grocery store rewards account will not be able to function if she gets a pop-up that says she’s using an outdated browser and will think it’s a virus if her bank won’t let her log in on that browser.

And you know what, I’m kind of sick of this attitude.

I would *fucking adore it* if computers were actually easy to repair; I’d love it if you could run new OSs on old hardware (especially on macs because I think apple are kind of shitheads about planned obsolescence).

But you know what, no, most people *CAN’T* reasonably expect to use a ten-year-old computer and have pleasant experience of it. It’s going to run slow. It’s going to shut down when they don’t want it to. The battery is going to swell slightly with the heat and your touchpad is going to go nuts. Your USB ports will stop working. Standard wear and tear that most people don’t know how to protect against and don’t know how to repair is going to make it harder to use AND software requirements will outstrip the hardware capabilities of the computer.

If your old computer sucks it’s not your fault. If you can’t happily use a 10-year-old laptop to do your homework that’s okay, it wasn’t designed for you to use it that way and YOU SHOULDN’T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT.

Because that’s kind of what a lot of these “well anybody should realistically be able to run a laptop from 2010″ responses comes down to: if you need new hardware you’re just not doing it right. If you have to replace your computer you didn’t make good choices when you bought it. If your battery dies it’s because you didn’t take care of it.

No. No. No. No.

This shit is A) designed to fail and B) actually really hard to keep running (hey how many blown capacitors do you think someone has to have on their motherboard before you say it’s not their fault for wanting to replace the laptop)

ALSO SOMEONE IN THE RESPONSES OF THAT POST LITERALLY SAID THAT IF YOUR BATTERY DIED AT THREE YEARS IT WAS BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T DOING THE DRAIN CHARGE CYCLE RIGHT AND FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. It’s discharge cycles and heat, motherfucker; they are going to fail at some point and people shouldn’t feel bad if their batteries stop working after a couple years.

UGH.

You shouldn’t have to be a mechanic. You shouldn’t have to be a computer technician. Yeah, your shit will last longer if you know how to take care of it but, fuck. Imagine you were still using internet speeds from 2010. Imagine all your devices still had USB 2.0. Imagine you couldn’t log onto your online bank because your hardware won’t run he software that your bank recognizes because the hardware manufacturer decided it won’t support the older hardware.

What I was trying to get across in that initial post was “computers fail, and they fail pretty frequently; your life will be better and you will save money if you plan on replacing them at a regular interval and have reasonable expectations in terms of cost and failure. So buy a cheap computer now because you’re probably going to need one at some point”

And now I’ve got to Do A Yell about how there’s no ethical consumption under capitalism and it’s unreasonable to expect tired, overworked, broke people to become experts in computer repair in order to do their homework or play the goose game.

FUCK THAT.

IT’S CHEAP COMPUTER SEASON MOTHERFUCKERS. LAPTOP FAILURE RATES INCREASE AT THREE TO FIVE YEARS AND DESKTOP FAILURE RATES INCREASE AT FIVE TO SEVEN YEARS. RIGHT NOW THERE ARE DISCOUNTS ON NEW COMPUTERS AND IT’S CHEAP TO GET AN EXTENDED WARRANTY.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER AND WORK ON COMPUTERS IF YOU WANNA AND PLAN TO REPLACE REGULARLY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO WORK ON COMPUTERS.

ALSO CHANGE YOUR FUCKING OIL YOU’RE PROBABLY DUE.

[ellstersmash]

if you wanted the sun

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Mason x Theo West Rating: T for Teen (language) Words: 1639 [Read on Ao3]

mason takes theo somewhere special, for @wayhavensummer days 5 (stargazing) + 6 (date night). extra kisses to @brightpinkpeppercorn​ for the inspiration ♥

“What the hell is this?” Theo climbs out of the passenger side. Hands shoved into her jacket pockets, she slams the door shut with one hip and stares up at the letters mounted above the building.

Mason walks up next to her. “A planetarium.”

“Wow,” she drawls. “Thanks, man. It's tough navigating the world without being able to read a fucking sign.”

He snorts and heads for the door. A wide white path, clean, lawn edged harsh and neat, leads to the entryway.

“I meant what are we doing here?”

That's not an answer he's prepared to give up, but even without it, she follows. Steps as familiar as her heartbeat right behind him, faster, then she catches up.

“They're closed,” she points out in a deadpan tone, leaning against the glass next to a list of white-etched business hours. “See? I have eyes.”

Mason glares at her wearily but she screws her face up to match, then sticks her tongue out to make him break.

And he does. He always does.

“C'mon, you little shit,” he says, and veers off the sidewalk, hugging the whitewashed walls to the back door. Metal, up a few shoddy-looking cement steps, all lit by one long loudly buzzing fluorescent bulb. A shake of the handle tells him enough: the hardware's sturdy but there's no deadbolt to break.

Grip firm, he yanks the door open.

Theo blinks, frowns, then climbs the steps. Her fingers smooth across the shredded wood around a small mangled hole where the latch strike busted free.

“Sometimes I forget you can do stuff like that,” she says, wearing an uncertain expression.

“Surprise.”

“You know, I probably could've picked that and saved the museum a buck.”

Mason shrugs and squeezes past her, swinging backward and hooking a finger in her belt loop as he passes. “In my defense, sometimes I forget you can do stuff like that.”

They wander down the hall past a few Staff Only and storage rooms and into the lobby, eyes peeled for cameras or even a cleaning crew. Despite the sheer size of it, there’s no sign of security. Probably reserved for the museum next door and all its grand exhibits and ancient artifacts, but there’s definitely some shit in here worth stealing.

Dotting the floor are embedded golden plaques with names and companies, ego-appeasers for generous donors, and at the center sits a large elegant model of the solar system. After a cursory search, Theo finds a basic-looking switch behind the membership counter that brings it to life, planets crawling their thrown race around the sun while a few moons whirl around their mother planets.

She hops onto the counter—first attempt a false start that makes her snicker, but the second takes—and thumps her sneakers against it. “Looks different than I remember it.”

Her voice is hushed, though there’s no need. Even so, it echoes around the room. Bounces off the sparkling floors and high ceilings and smooth painted walls. Follows a million paths into Mason's ears.

“Yeah?” he asks. “You come here often?”

She shakes her head, craning her neck to see all there is to see from her vantage point. “City's too far for school field trips. But I came once a few years ago. It's weird being here in the dark.”

“Want the lights on?”

“I don't know, do you want to spend the night in jail?” she shoots back, leaning forward on the heels of her palms. “Because that's how you spend the night in jail.”

Mason hums thoughtfully and approaches her perch. Theo doesn't shy back when he parts her knees to stand between them, knuckles planted on the desk beside her hands. A top-down view of long lashes as her gaze flickers to his lips.

Funny how that doesn’t get old.

“Think they'd let us bunk together?” he asks. “Because I'd be down for that.”

“Bet you would.”

It's late and she's tired, eyes all soft, blinking a little slower and staring a little long. Mason's reaching up for her before he can think about it, not that thinking about it would end any differently. Not these days. It's just more time spent not doing it, so why bother?

Fingers beneath her chin, his thumb sweeps across her lower lip—she follows it with her tongue as if trying to taste him there.

Kissing her is dangerous, but he does it anyway. Real quick, but he sinks back in like he knew he fucking would, all too ready to lose himself for just a minute in this one good thing. Her lips. Her tongue. Her hands climbing up his chest. Her eyes, blue-black, when she pulls away with a hard shake of her head that tells him she got lost, too.

“So, uh…” She clears her throat. “I'm assuming we didn't drive for three hours to break in here just to fool around on the front desk.”

“Sounds like a good time to me.” Mason grins and gives her room, throwing an arm around her shoulders once she's got her feet back on the floor. He tilts his head toward a set of double doors at the back of the lobby. “Wanna catch a show?”

The nod she gives him is almost gleeful.

Inside the theater is pitch black, doors sealed so well not even he can see. Theo digs in his pocket for his phone and the screen bathes both their faces in harsh blue light before she turns the flashlight on and the screen off.

It’s an impressive place. The domed ceiling takes up the whole upper half of the structure, stark white against the dark carpet and soundproofing and circular rows of seats. The projector in the center of the room, almost futuristic in appearance, has its own stand and accompanying instrument panel.

“That’s new,” Theo murmurs, flashlight sweeping back and forth across the panel as she inspects the various labels on each of the sliders and switches and screens.

“You know how to work this thing?”

She turns to him with an incredulous stare. “Do I—? What do I look like, some kind of A/V wizard? No, I don’t know how to work it. Do you?”

Mason looks over the panel. He flicks a switch mounted alone on the side, and the edges of the screen glow faintly as the projector whirs. 

“Lucky guess,” Theo mumbles. Reaching past him, she presses another button, and all at once Mason’s senses are slammed by light and sound and vibration. He staggers, clasping his hands over his ears.

Almost as quickly, it abates. 

“Shit!” Theo hisses through her teeth, hand soothing on his shoulder. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m fine. But let’s not do that again.”

“I think this one’s the master volume.”

She slides the knob all the way down, and they hope that means off but he braces for the worst. Thankfully, this time, it’s only the screen and without the rest, it’s not too much. Just a dizzying sky filled with pinpoints of light spinning silently above them.

“Woah,” Theo says with her eyes cast upward. 

“Well? What do you think?” Mason asks, just to hear it.

But the smile on her face is more than answer enough. She slides his phone back in his pocket and takes his hand instead. Brings his knuckles to her lips. Leads him to the rows of seats and they pick two and clamber over, Mason’s arm settling back around her shoulders. Easy.

The view abruptly changes to one of an astronaut on a spacewalk. As their tether drifts weightless around them, their feet hover above the faraway Earth, all that emptiness in between and nothing to show the scale of such an unfathomable distance.

“You know,” Theo muses, “I wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger. Well—” She gazes longingly at the scene. “Ok, longer than that.”

Mason does know. She’s mentioned it sort of in passing, before, though not as a story to be told. “What changed?”

She shrugs one shoulder. “Nothing. Got talked out of it. Bobby was going to school for journalism and wanted us to have more classes together. Said my p— Uh. My writing was ‘too good to go undeveloped.’”

That last bit is accentuated with a snide voice and finger quotes but it still sounds off. In Mason’s experience, that shithead reporter doesn't know how to give a compliment without wanting something for it.

Theo bumps her elbow into his, a sweet half-smile cutting through his growing rage. “I see that look. And you're right, it was total bullshit. He just wanted someone to carry him to graduation.”

“It’s interesting how nothing I learn about that asshole makes me not want to punch him.”

“Yeah,” and she goes so quiet. “But guess which idiot fell for it?”

Not you, he wants to say. Just... another younger stupider you.

Yeah, that won't come out right. He squeezes her hand instead.

The idea of her out there, stuffed into that suit, all that nothing between her and here, makes Mason’s chest tighten in a way he’d rather not think about. But she would love it. And she’d be incredible, he knows, brave and smart and decisive and curious.

“You could go back.”

“Maybe. Probably won't, though. I've lost so much time. And momentum. And shit, I'm too tired to sign up for twelve more years of academia. Besides, if I was up there, I wouldn't—” She shifts next to him and drums her fingers on the armrest, little echoes in Mason's skull. “You know. Wouldn't be here. Doing this.”

Fuck, her heart is so fast. Flying through beats like they're disposable. As a solar flare arcs across the ceiling, she meets his eyes for a split second, skin painted with freckles like stars, and he gets it.

[platypanthewriter]

Spring Break (and Pinky Swears)

For the Harringrove April prompt month!  Post S2 fixit of sorts, getting together

It took some doing, after everything—after Tommy, after Billy—to be King Steve again, but Steve did it.  He threw the parties, he invited the hottest girls he’d dated—they still had a soft spot for him, sometimes, and he knew which ones to ask—and after a couple of weeks, Tommy was the one everybody ignored in class, and Billy was the one popping up at lockers, asking girls about their spring break plans, and getting ignored.  

Steve enjoyed it.  It was great walking into a party and knowing the shithead who’d beat his ass wasn’t there, or seeing Tommy try again and again to talk to Carol, while she said things like “I swear there’s a huge fly in here, I keep hearing this noise.”

Coming up on spring break, though, Billy was everywhere.  He was leaning against lockers that got slammed in his face, and once Steve walked down the hall and through an argument he was having with a girl where she said “I said maybe, not yes—and I decided no.”

“At least a night,” Billy said, through clenched teeth.  “You said I could stay at least—”

She smiled over at Steve.  “Go to hell,” she said to Billy, and Steve tensed, but the bell rang right then, and the hall flooded with people.  

Steve even saw Tommy shut him down, which was just—funny.  Tommy told Billy to get the hell away from his bicycle, since Steve wasn’t driving him everywhere anymore.  

“I’ve got a car, come on,” Billy hissed.  “I can do taxi service, just lemme—”

“Screw you,” Tommy hissed, shoulder-checking him before squeaking away on his bicycle.  Billy watched him go, then turned on his heel and saw Steve. 

Steve tensed for impact—he wasn’t gonna treat Billy Hargrove like a reasonable person the next time, he’d sworn to himself, he was gonna belt him with the first heavy object that came to hand the second he looked aggressive—but Billy lowered his head, clenching his fists, and stalked quickly away.  

Billy hit Carol up next—it wasn’t that Steve was following him around, he just kept a wary eye out for Billy’s denim-covered self out of the corner of his eye—and he seemed less willing to be put off, carrying her stuff to classes, and whispering to her in the halls.  She just walked away, leaving her locker open and Billy with an armload of her books, and he yelled “Bitch!” so loud the whole hallway went quiet.  

Billy was quiet too, the last few days until spring break, slouched in his seat and staring blearily past the teacher, and through the chalkboard.  He’d tried to talk to Tina, she told Steve, like Steve would be happy she’d walked away—and he was, kind of, glad she was loyal—but he was starting to actually feel weird watching Tommy standing alone even in gym class, or everybody slamming him too hard on the court, when he had the ball even though nobody would pass to him, either.

 After school got out on the last day before their ten-day break, Steve went to a party at Tina’s.  He actually only stayed until a little after midnight—made out with a few people—before Carol and Tommy got into a screaming fight and he decided to leave.  He was driving home when he saw Billy’s car parked on the side of the road.  

Steve eased off and pulled up behind it, his hands drumming the steering wheel.  It just seemed...weird, was all, Billy just...sitting out here, after midnight, on the first night of spring break.  Steve took a deep breath, and got out of the car.  He gave Billy’s car a wide berth, at first, but in the light of his headlights, he could see Billy’s legs folded against the passenger side door, and when he leaned closer, Billy lying on his back across the seats, tipping back a bottle Steve recognized from the cheap liquor shelf at the gas station.  

He knocked on the window, and Billy scrambled up and away, flattening himself against the passenger-side door.  He stared, then squinted, wiping his eyes, then started laughing, curling in on himself and reaching down to roll the window down.  

“What the hell, Harrington,” he said hoarsely, and Steve walked around to hear him, keeping warily out of reach.  “The fuck do you want,” Billy muttered, taking another swig.

Steve bit his lips, his hands shaking with the memory of the floor against his back, Billy’s fists against his face—the lizard-brain part of him wanted to grab the bottle and hit Billy with it, while they were alone, for once—but Billy had tears dripping down his cheeks freely, and he looked like a cornered animal, sitting there with his face turned a little away and his whole body tense.  “...is something wrong with your car?” Steve tried, grimacing, and Billy laughed.

“Fuck off,” he said, slurred.

“Um,” said Steve.  “You, uh, you shouldn’t...drive like that, right, do—d’you need me to call your house and have your dad pick you—”

“Fuck off, Harrington!” Billy yelled, fumbling to roll the window back up, and cranking the wrong way, so it rolled down.  Steve watched him struggle to turn it the other way, half falling off his seat.  The bottle fell off his lap onto the floor of his car, and Billy stopped, burying his head in his arms and taking shuddery breaths that sounded like he was crying.

“...Hargrove,” Steve said, grimacing, and Billy flinched.

“Lemme the fuck alone,” he whispered, hoarsely, and through what sounded like a lot of tears and snot.

“Uhh,” Steve said, then rubbed his face, biting back a groan.  “...shit.  Just—lemme take you home, okay.”

“No,” Billy said, and when Steve sighed and opened the door, he yelled it, scrambling back against the driver’s side door.  When Steve leaned in to argue with him, though, he went still and stiff, mumbling “...no, no, no—” and half-fell out the driver’s side door, stumbling out into the road.  

Steve ran around to yank him out of the road—not that anybody much was out driving so late on a Wednesday, but just their luck, somebody’d come around the corner and splatter Billy Hargrove all over Steve and his car.  He shoved Billy back against the Camaro, and Billy didn’t resist, he just grabbed Steve’s hands, breathing shakily.  His eyes were closed, his face tense and turned away like he was expecting a blow.

“...shit,” Steve whispered, and Billy laughed, his jaw working, but he didn’t open his eyes.  “Fuck,” Steve added, leaning to see whether there was anything—he stood back up.  “Grab your bag,” he told Billy, who nodded, his mouth quirked, but more tears spilled out of his eyes.  

“You—you can come back to my house,” Steve told him, grimacing.

 The ride was tense and quiet, with Billy staring at him the whole time like an expressionless creep.  When they got there, Steve waved at the couch, and Billy gave him a wide berth walking over to it.  He threw himself down on it with a creak of springs and a long sigh, and Steve remembered the sleeping bags in the garage, and went to find one.  He returned to find Billy snoring with his shoes still on, and just threw the sleeping bag over him.

The next morning he’d almost forgotten he’d picked up Billy Hargrove, drunk asshole extraordinaire, when all of a sudden his shower door opened, and Billy came in, naked, shoved Steve against the wall, and dropped to his knees.  He looked half-asleep.  He also ignored Steve’s bewildered gibberish, grabbed him by the hips, and put his whole mouth over Steve’s dick, sucking him down like a fucking porn star as Steve yelped and smacked his head.  

It was so good, though, his whole goddamn cock down Billy’s throat like the guy’d never heard of a gag reflex, and Steve couldn’t help relaxing into it, letting himself thrust a little, since Billy was holding his hips where he wanted them.  He swore nonsensically as he came, and Billy pulled off, licking his lips, but he didn’t look up.  Steve hadn’t ever thought of Billy Hargrove as someone with no expressions, but Steve didn’t know how to read Billy’s face as he left.  

When Steve staggered into the kitchen still loopy from a great morning wakeup call, Billy was back on the couch, wrapped entirely in the sleeping bag like a cocoon.  He didn’t emerge until hours later, when Steve was unwrapping a TV dinner, but then he walked in and grabbed him by the fly again.  

“What the hell are you—” Steve started, but Billy kissed him, all heat and mustache, yanking at Steve’s jeans until his cock was out again, and then dropped—again—and sucked him down.  “What the fffff—” Steve tried, grunting at the hot, wet suction.

Billy pulled off.  “Tell me I can stay for a couple days,” he said, his eyes intent.  “I’ll stay out of the way.”

“What,” Steve whispered, and Billy licked up the vein on the underside of his dick, tonguing the slit until Steve’s head felt like it was full of fireworks.  “...jesus,” he moaned.

“Just one night,” Billy hissed, his fingers bruisingly tight against Steve’s hips.  “One more night, don’t throw me out yet, Harrington—give me just—”

“Yes, yeah, fuck,” Steve gasped.  “You can stay, you can stay here.  I’m not throwing you out—”

Billy sighed shakily against his thigh.  “I’ll make it worth your while—”

“Jesus,” Steve breathed.  His cock was drooling pre-cum, but he squirmed out of Billy’s grip, watching his jaw work.  Steve half-stuffed himself back in his briefs.  “You—you don’t have to suck me off, Hargrove, christ.”

“...like you aren’t into it,” Billy snarled back, clenching his fists as he rose.  “A mouth’s a mouth, Harrington—”

“Y-yeah,” Steve panted, unable to stop looking at Billy’s lips, red where he’d mouthed over Steve’s stubble.  “But—but you can just—stay.  How—all break?”

Billy went still again, glancing up at Steve’s face and back to his dick.  “...all break?” he repeated, softly.

“You need to stay the whole spring break?” Steve asked again, watching Billy’s face as he frowned, and shook his head warily, like he was thinking to himself.  

“...the hell do you mean, stay the whole break,” Billy growled, vaguely at the counter next to Steve, clenching and unclenching his hands and then frowning around like it might be a trick.  “You—your parent’s’ll throw my ass out.  Don’t fuck with me, Harrington—”

“You can stay the whole break,” Steve told him, backing away a little as Billy took a step towards him.  “It’s fine, I swear.”

“You pinky-promise?” Billy asked, sneering at the floor, but his breaths were getting shaky again, the way they had in the car.  

“Yeah, I do, I fucking pinky-swear,” Steve said, feeling tired, and Billy looked up, finally, swallowing hard.  He stuck his hand out in the air so fast Steve thought he was getting punched somehow, for a second, from too far away, but then he realized Billy had his pinky out, his jaw set and his eyes shiny.  What the hell, Steve thought, bewildered and a little annoyed, but he stuck his pinky out and twined it around Billy’s.  

Billy pressed their thumbs together grimly.

“...d’you want a TV dinner?” Steve asked, to break the weird tension, zipping up his jeans, because Billy’s weirdly aggressive crying wasn’t sexy at all.  The silence stretched, and finally Steve turned to see Billy glaring at him, his arms crossed.  “I’m gonna guess that’s a no,” Steve sighed.

“...I’ve got some money,” Billy said.  “Not enough for a motel, but.  I can pay you for food.”

“What,” Steve bit out, casting a bewildered glower over his shoulder.  “Pick out a TV fucking dinner, man, you don’t need to pay me.”

“...suck you off again after lunch,” Billy offered, and Steve made a face.

“Is that how you get things?  Shit, man, I don’t know if I want that mouth on my dick.”

Billy swivelled in place and stalked out of the kitchen.  “Gonna get my car,” he growled back, slamming the door.  Steve sat staring after him and chewing salisbury steak, but when he heard the Camaro pull up, he stuck another one in the microwave.  When Billy came back in, Steve handed him the tray and a fork, and Billy stopped to stare at it for a long moment.  He reached for it slowly, like Steve might yank it away, and when Billy had both hands on it securely, he stepped closer, weirdly intent, and kissed Steve again, right on the mouth.  

Steve hadn’t been expecting that at all, so he drew a breath in, and Billy turned his head to kiss him deeper.  He was a good kisser, Steve thought, blankly.  He had no idea what to make of how gentle Billy’s lips were, like he was hoping Steve wouldn’t notice, somehow. 

Billy didn’t even put the TV dinner down, so he had to lean around it.  Up close to Steve’s bewildered eyes, his lashes were long and kinda wet, like maybe he’d cried some more, and Steve reached out and just touched his shoulder, carefully.  Billy flinched, going still, but then opened his eyes for a second, panting as he narrowed his eyes at Steve’s face, before setting the TV dinner aside on the counter, and leaning in again.

“Let me,” he whispered, licking his lips, and Steve echoed the motion, not sure whether Billy was still trying to pay for his damn TV dinner—but he made a soft noise in his throat as Steve licked his lips, so Steve leaned in too.

“Yeah, okay,” he whispered back, and Billy kissed him again, his hands shaking as they brushed over Steve’s shoulders and jaw, his breath already uneven.  

His kisses were soft and open-mouthed, and he tasted salty.  When he pulled back, he just stood there for a long second, his eyes shut tight, his lips bit together.  “...thanks,” he gritted out, and his eyes spilled over again, dripping off his chin.  “Fuck,” he whispered, rubbing his sleeve across his face.

“...anytime,” Steve whispered back, a  little shell shocked.  

Billy laughed wetly, grabbing his TV dinner, and stood over the sink to eat it, but when Steve went in and turned on the TV, he came out and hovered.  

“Sit down,” Steve growled, and Billy did, inching closer from the middle of the couch.

“I could blow you again,” he whispered, smirking between Steve and the screen, his knuckles clenched white on the couch, and Steve thought about it—about Nancy, who wasn’t coming back, and Billy, who hadn’t made an aggressive move since Max had faced him down, and was sitting next to him, with shiny, red-rimmed eyes. 

The kisses had felt good, and Steve leaned in for more.

The other Harringrove April prompts I’ve done

[fanmoose12]

Hello, I just discovered your writings days ago and I totally enjoyed it! You are such a good writer. I read the High School Teacher Levi and have some thoughts. Hange has injured in one of her expedition and decided to teach in the school for a while. (Maybe geography). And I have 2 thoughts. 1. Levi is being jealous as Hange enjoyed to teach the students and sometimes ignored him. 2. Levi is overprotective towards Hange because he don't want her to get hurt and wish to keep her safe.

Levi barely stopped himself from cursing out loud, when he walked into Hange’s temporarily classroom, and found seven brats sitting inside. And no sign of his wife.

“Mister Ackerman!” Eren greeted, cheerful as always. “What brings you here?”

Levi pitched the bridge of his nose. Really, what could possibly bring him to the classroom, where his fucking wife was teaching lessons?

“You’re looking for Missis Zoe, right?” Marco asked.

“Of course, I am. Where is she?”

“Oh, she, Ymir and Historia went to cafeteria,” Connie explained.

“They are preparing tea for us!” Sasha added.

Levi closed his eyes, feeling annoyance stir inside him. So the damn brats are receiving tea from Hange? When was the last time she had prepared tea for him?

“What are you doing here anyway?” Levi asked, crossing hands on his chest. “The classes ended two hours ago.”

“Well, Missis Zoe started telling us about her last expedition,” Jean answered. “And she got kind of carried away.”

Of course, Levi should have expected as much. Hange loved talking about her work. And she could do that for hours. Levi had experienced that first-hand.

“And why are all of you still here? I mean, I get why Arlert would be interested in her scientific blabbering, but all of you?” Levi gave each kid a critical look. “How have I missed the moment, where all of you became so interested in history?”

“Missis Zoe’s stories are really interesting!” Eren answered.

“And she is hilarious!” Connie said with a smile.

“And she shares her cookies with us!” Sasha exclaimed.

Levi sighed. “Go home, all of you. Han— Er, I mean, Missis Zoe needs to rest after a long day of work. And so do you.”

“B-but!” Jean protested. “What about the end of the story?”

“And the tea she is making for us?” Eren asked.

“The cafeteria is still open,” Levi reluctantly offered. “You can drink your stupid tea there. But!” he glared at his students. “Don’t you dare make a mess there.”

“Thank you, sir!” all children simultaneously said, smiling at their teacher.

“Yeah, yeah,” Levi grumbled. “If you see Missis Zoe, tell her I’m waiting for her in the classroom.”

“Of course,” Mikasa promised, before exiting the classroom and closing the door after herself.

Levi sighed once more, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. Thinking what the fuck was wrong with his wife.

That shit had been going on for almost a month. Ever since Hange had unexpectedly returned from her expedition. It turned out that she came back earlier because of the leg trauma. She couldn’t continue with her work, until her leg healed, so Erwin offered her his place at school, while he went on his well- deserved vacation. And so, almost daily Hange was staying at school after classes, talking with students about her work or showing them her latest discoveries.

Needless to say, Levi was starting to get tired of it.

When Hange started to work at the school, Levi foolishly decided that they would start spending more time together. She was absent for almost two years, and, well, Levi missed her. A lot. And for some stupid reason, he thought that Hange was missing him just as badly.

Well, it looked like he was wrong about that.

Levi opened his eyes, as he heard the door open and Hange walk in.

“Levi!” she smiled, taking a few steps closer and swiftly kissing his cheek.

Levi scowled, as he saw that Hange was slightly limping.

“Idiot,” he scolded, pushing her down to the nearest chair. He kneeled in front of Hange and rolled her pants, revealing a swollen and red ankle. Of course. Just as he had expected. “What kind of a shithead are you, Hange?” Levi continued to curse, as he started to gently massage her leg.

“I’m sorry, sorry!” Hange scratched her head in embarrassment. “But I honestly didn’t feel the pain!”

“Erwin gave you this job, so you could get some rest, not run around the school, following those brats.”

“Yes, I know,” Hange rolled her eyes. “I’ll try to take it easy, don’t worry.”

“You always say that,” Levi glared at her. “But you never actually pay attention to what I say!”

“Huh?” Hange gave him a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

Levi shook his head, hiding his eyes behind his hair. “Nothing, forget it. Let’s go home.”

“Wait,” Hange grabbed his sleeve, stopping him from rising to his feet. “Is there something that bothers you?”

“I’m fine,” Levi still refused to meet Hange’s eyes.

“Levi,” Hange pressed. “I can see that something is wrong. Just tell me.”

“There is nothing to tell!” Levi pulled his hand from Hange’s grasp. He got to his feet and started to pace around the classroom. “I told you everything is fine!”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar, you know that?” Hange walked up to him and gently squeezed his shoulder. Once again, Levi turned his face away from her, so Hange put her hands onto his cheeks, making him look right into her eyes. “Talk to me, Levi.”

“You want to talk?” Levi asked angrily. “Fine, let’s talk!” he took a few steps away from Hange, unable to look into her worried eyes.

“You’ve been away for almost two years,” he began. “You came to visit only on holidays and birthdays and I was… I was fine with that. I know your job is important and I know how much you love it. So I said nothing, even though I missed you like crazy. But then you’ve returned and started working here, and I was actually happy. I thought… I thought we would be spending more time together and all that shit. But even though we’re working at the same school, I still almost never see you. You are either talking with students or busy checking their tests. And as soon as we come home, you go to bed, because you’re so exhausted. I just…” Levi sighed, sitting down and looking at Hange with sad eyes. “I miss you, Hange. I miss you every day, and I’m getting tired of it.”

As soon as he finished his speech, Levi lowered his head, rubbing at his face. It was quiet for a long moment, and he almost opened his mouth to tell Hange to forget about it, to ignore his stupid outburst, but then he heard the quiet shuffling of her feet.

“I didn’t know that you feel this way…” Hange whispered, carefully laying her hands on his knees. Levi raised his head to look at her, and his eyes widened, as he saw tears in the corners of Hange’s eyes. “But I’m sorry, Levi, I really am sorry for ignoring you and making you feel unloved and—”

“It’s fine,” Levi tried to protest.

“No, it’s not,” Hange shook her head, tears now freely streaming down her cheeks. “It’s not fine, Levi. You shouldn’t feel this way, b-but I’ll try to be better. I’ll try to work less and spend more time with you. We can start going on our weekend dates, as we did before, and I’ll cancel my next expedition—”  

“You don’t have to do this, Hange,” Levi argued. “You don’t have to neglect your work just because I feel sad or lonely. I know how important it is to you.”

“My work is important to me,” Hange agreed. “And I love it and it makes me really happy. But Levi,” Hange smiled through her tears, taking Levi’s hand into hers and kissing his knuckles. “Nothing is more important to me than you and our marriage. I know that I haven’t really shown it, but I love you and I want you to be happy.”

“And will you be happy?” Levi asked, his expression unusually open and vulnerable. “Won’t you get bored of me?”

Hange chuckled. “How can you say that? My dear, sweet Levi, I will never get bored of you. Your jokes about feces and your obviously unhealthy obsession with cleanliness will never cease to amuse me!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levi rolled his eyes at her antics. “Alright, I get it.”

“And you have the most adorable face!” Hange continued, paying no attention to Levi’s embarrassment. “Oh, and don’t get me started on your body! I just adore your abs, and your voice is so sexy—”

“Jesus Christ, Hange, shut the fuck up!” Levi hid his face in his hands, his cheeks redder than a tomato.

Hange burst out laughing. She got to her feet, pressing Levi’s face to her chest. “My, my,” she shook her head in amusement. “We’ve been married for six years, but teasing you is still so fun!”

Levi picked at Hange through his fingers. “You’re an extremely vile and cruel woman, Hange, had anyone tell you that?”

“Mm, maybe,” she smirked slyly, leaning closer to Levi’s face. “But what are you going to do about that? Will you punish me?”

Their faces were so close now, only centimeters apart. Levi looked deeply into Hange’s eyes, which were sparkling with mischief. Then his gaze darted to her lips. His breath caught in his throat, when Hange involuntarily licked her lips, that damned smirk still plastered on her face.

He growled quietly and surged forward, claiming her lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. Hange answered him with the same fervor and eagerness. Without breaking the kiss, she sat down on his lap, her hands circling around his neck. Hange put her hands into his hair, tugging slightly at the longer strands of it.

Levi didn’t even register his moan, only Hange’s quiet, but very satisfied giggle.

“The brats,” Levi whispered, when they broke apart to get some air.

“Huh?” Hange’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What did you say?”

“The brats,” Levi repeated, more insistent this time. “They are still in school.”

“Oh?” the smirk returned to Hange’s lips. “Do you want to go into some closet and make out there?”

Levi gave her a flat look. “How old are you again, four-eyes? I was marrying an adult woman, you know, not a horny teenager.”

“Oh, come on!” Hange whined. “It will be fun! And exciting!”

“And what if someone catches us?”

“It will be hilarious!” Hange exclaimed with happy smile. “Oh my god, can you imagine if Nile catches us? He’ll get a heart attack!”

Levi’s mind immediately supplied him that image. He and Hange, panting heavily, their clothes half-undone, hair messy and cheeks red from excursion. And Nile fucking Dawk who is staring at them with wide, terrified eyes.

Well, Levi couldn’t lie – he found that image to be quite amusing.

“Fine,” Levi rolled his eyes, hiding a little smirk on his lips. He wrapped his hands around Hange, getting to his feet and lifting her up. “But keep quiet.”

“I can’t promise that,” Hange chucked. “We haven’t done in quite some time, after all. But!” she smiled, seeing Levi’s annoyed expression. “For you, my dear husband, I’ll try.”

[queenofallimagines]

heyy can you do a hc with denki,sero,shouto, and bakugo where their s/o (black ofc) is an Instagram model and live in america so it's a long distance relationship and all her fans wanna know who her boo is because she keeps hinting at it and then eventually when they vist their lil asian boo she goes on live with them..i hope that wasn't to specific lmao love youu

Okay but THIS was rly cute

Bakugou:

- oh nobody believes him LMAOO

- Everyone is like “you are dating an insta baddie? Okay sure”

- When they hear you say you’re dating a cutie from UA they are like maybe it could be true

- Deki will take the piss out of him BC you are his lockscreen

- “Awww are you a super fan?”

- “We are literally dating spark plug but go off”

- You text him telling him you got a surprise for him and chage the subject

- You announce on your twitter that your going to be in Japan for two weeks

- He doesn’t get this memo

- He’s concerned BC you didn’t respond to his good Morning text

- Maybe you were busy

- But rip BC that threw his whole day off

- He can and will pout fir 8 hours because you didn’t tell him good morning

- “Hey katsuki where are you right now?”

- “In my dorm why?”

- “I may be in Japan right now.”

- He jets out the door faster then iida

- Lmao when he sees you in person it’s breathtaking

- He runs to you and spins you around Disney money style

- “How??? When did you even make plans for this??”

- He’s so excited and it’s so cute🥺

- This was the surprise whole time

- Immediately takes you back to the dorms to meet his friends

- The whole class is shocked

- “Woah they’re actually real??”

- “OF COURSE THEY ARE SHITHEAD.”

- Usually deki would try and spit game but doesn’t BC I mean Bakugou looks like a kid on Christmas

- Gets you a visitors pass somehow??

- Wants you to come see his train during class

- Allmight will embarrass him

- Then you meet his parents oof

- His mom is so excited!

- “Woah my shithead son actually managed to get a s/o a really pretty one no less.”

- “SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG.”

- Baby pictures

- His dad is grateful that you maintain the beast that is his son

- His mom is surprised you’re so polite

- “Would you like to say for dinner?”

- “Would you like to stay forever?”

- Lmao his mom loves you

- Okay so boom the live

- When you go live it’s chaotic the first 5 mins

- All of class 1A is spamming the chat

- Your regulars are like??? Who are these loud ass kids

- “Remember how i said I was dating someone from ua?”

- Mina just spams heart emojis

- When Bakugou come son screen it’s over

- “HES THE GUY FROM THE SPORTS FESTIVAL!”

- “QUEEN ARE TOU SURE HES SO ANGRY.”

- “GOALS?👀”

- Q and A if you’re not afraid of him getting flustered

- “Anyway I love him so.”

- He’s red asf

- When you end the live he will cuddle you for the next three years

- You’re finally here and he’s not letting you go

Sero:

- perfect boyfriend

- Will always hype you up

- Commend on every pic like

- “That’s my baby!”

- You have a date in your bio with hearts and everyone is asking who

- You literally only reply with tape emojis

- He will add you to a group chat with the squad

- “This is my s/o so act respectfully.”

- “So you really dating rape face or what?”

- Lmao Bakugou pretends it’s a drag but you’re a delight to have

- You secretly plan a trip to Japan with their help

- When you just show up at the dorms he’s in tears

- The type to cry when he sees you

- “Wow my angel is here to take me to heaven.”

- Lmao the rest of the class is in awe BC you’re a whole model

- Mina and hagakure are the most hype

- The live is a mess

- Scream singing Rihana

- Throwing shade

- “This chad looking motherfucker always talking shit about our class.”

- “How you gon hate from outside the club?”

- It’s a good time tho

- He will use his quirk ass much as he can

- Wants to show off

- If m*neta even breathes he’s taped to the roof

- He will strategically keep you away from him

- Cute dates!

- He will let you put a fit together so you two can step out

- Everyone is just talking about how cute you are in the comments

- Lots of kisses and love

- He’s on cloud 9 for like the two weeks that you’re with him

- Super sad when you leave but it motivates him to train even harder to become a hero you’d be proud of.

Shoto:

- biiiitch

- We love this tho

- He’s super supportive and awkward

- Will leave cryptic comments on your selfies when you send them to him

- “You look amazing my dear I would love to see that outfit in person.”

- He has a whole secret password locked folder of things you send him

- Memes selfies nudes

- Will never let his dad know

- Like bro he’s actually really good at it

- So good his siblings don’t even know

- When you show up his dad is out of town for the day

- Introduces you to natsuo and fuyumi

- “YOURE DATING A MODEL????”

- “Yes.”

- He’s so chill and they’re asking you all types of questions lmao

- When you met

- How you met

- You’re so cute and sincere

- They approve

- Takes you to meet his mom

- You bro g her flowers

- She absolutely adores you

- She’s happy that someone treat her son good

- You’re accidentally in the hose when his dad gets home

- He went to go grab something from his room when his dad walks in in you in the kitchen

- “Who are you?”

- Before you can even roast his ass Shoto drags you out of the house

- Natsuo invited you over for dinner so you go

- You are two seconds from stabbing his ass up too

- “Who are you to my son?”

- “The love of his life, you?”

- Shoto is Lowkey sweating bullets nervous

- But his sibling are trying not to laugh every time you talk to endeavor

- They definitely approve

- You are just giving sly remarks the entire time

- Somehow he managed to catch you alone

- How this goes is up to you

- He could be nice if you want to redeem him

- “Please take care of him.”

- “I already am.”

- Or if he’s an ass you can fight him right there

- “You will only hold him back. Stay away from my son.”

- “I will take care of him.I’ll do better than you did.”

- Oop

- When you kiss him on the live he will have to excuse himself BC he’s embarrassed but also rly happy lmao

- Iida will probably lecture you about some nonsense idk man that’s just how he is

Kaminari:

- okay so same as Bakugou they won’t believe you or him

- Like you could say that but they will think he paid you

- Mina is the only one who believes him BC of the Lightning bolt in your bio

- “You really dating a model and I’m not? Whack”

- When you come done he’s hyped tf up

- “AYYYY MY S/O IS HERE.”

- They are surprised you’re less chaotic than he is

- They are also surprised that you’re real lmao

- He will take you out with the bakusquad and cause trouble

- You and Bakugou are gunna get an aneurism

- He’s super siked to hold your hand

- He’s cheesing all day

- Will ask for like 20 kisses every second

- “Gotta make sure you love me.”

- Ard clown

- But he’s excited for the live and it’s worse than Bakugous

- It’s supposed to be tAme but somehow quirks get involved

- And he’s jammed out and mina is laughing Bakugou is screaming sero is recording and you and kirishima are tryna take care of the fool🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️

- It’s just a lot lmao

- He’s very happy they you are here

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I Could Be Your Sometimes Part Eleven

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only Notes: I hope y'all are having a good week :) Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Warnings: Infidelity and sexual content. If you dislike this, please don’t read. Thank you.

Chapter-specific warnings: Blowjobs; masturbation; impact play (kinda?) Summary: Christmas break for schools was coming up. Children’s Cottage would be closed; Jacob’s school was on vacation, too. Andy would be more than expected to be home. 

“Are you actually going out for lunch?” Nora was almost awed as she watched me. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my scarf.

“I’m just running out to the drive-through, don’t get too excited,” I grumbled.

“Oh, no, I’m getting the banner out—Are you not taking your coat?”

Nora eyed me suspiciously as I patted down my pockets for my keycard, keys, phone, and wallet.

“Don’t need it, I’m just running out to my car!” I added, backing away from her,  “I‘m wearing a sweater dress and everything, it’s warm, I’ll be fine, I’ll be back—bye!”

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“There you are,” Andy looked me over as I shut the car door behind myself, “Where’s your coat, angel?”

“Upstairs—I’m fine, why is everyone so obsessed with my coat today?” I grumbled as I pulled my seatbelt on, “I’m sorry I’m late, I had a call run over.”

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful.”

Andy’s hand settled on my thigh as he pulled away from the curb. I smiled, resting my head back against the headrest and closing my eyes.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere quiet. How long do you get for lunch again?”

“Technically? An hour.”

“Why do you say ‘technically’?”

I shrugged.

“I’ve never taken the full hour.”

“‘Course you haven’t,” Andy mumbled. I could hear the eyeroll.

“Why’d the call run over, anyway?” He asked.

“Mm, client was pissed about a piece about their competitor in the Globe, got more buzz than what we put out for them. I pointed out that I had recommended additional posts on their Instagram to highlight this activation, but they’d opted out.”

Andy hummed sympathetically, his hand rubbing my thigh.

“Sorry, baby,” He murmured. I grunted.

“Not your fault my client’s a shithead,” I sighed heavily, “I just want Christmas to be fuckin’ over.”

“…Speaking of which,” Andy’s hand lifted away from my thigh, fingers tucking under my chin to draw my attention to him. I tipped my head to the side, opening my eyes to look at him. He shot me a glance before returning his eyes to the road.

“I’m not gonna be able to see you for a couple of weeks—”

“Andy, it’s alright,” I reassured gently, “I figured.” I tipped my head forward, pressing a kiss to his palm before I let my head fall back and my eyes close again. There was a moment of hesitation before Andy’s hand resettled on my thigh. Christmas break for schools was coming up. Children’s Cottage would be closed; Jacob’s school was on vacation, too. Andy would be more than expected to be home. I’d realized this myself when Andy had left my apartment (after he’d finger-fucked my brains out and before I’d eaten my dinner).

It was a few more minutes of quiet before I heard Andy shut the car off. I opened my eyes, lifting my head and looking around. We were pulled into a parking space in front of Crystal Lake. It was entirely frozen over; there were no other cars parked nearby.

“We going ice skating?” I asked, turning to look at Andy.

“Not this time,” He chuckled. He undid his seatbelt before he leaned across the console. I leaned away before his lips could touch mine. He frowned, brow furrowing.

“What is it?”

“What if someone sees us?” I asked, glancing around. Andy’s brow quirked, amused.

“Who’s gonna see us?” He murmured. He reached down and undid my seatbelt before he slipped a hand behind my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. I was still a little tense, even as Andy ran his hand up and down my thigh. I pawed at the collar of Andy’s coat, pushing it aside and thumbing at his adam’s apple. He grunted quietly, winding his hand into my hair and lightly tugging my head to the side.

I groaned as Andy’s mouth trailed down to my neck.

“Careful,” I murmured, “No new marks above my collar.”

“Fine,” Andy grumbled. I giggled at the feeling of his beard tickling my skin. I opened my eyes, tensing as I heard a car approaching. Shit, I knew that car.

“Toby,” I realized, pushing Andy back.

“What?” He asked, dazed.

“Toby,” I hissed, pushing him back to his side of the car. I reached up, pushing his chin in the direction she was coming from before ducking down, leaning across the console.

“Aw, fuck,” Andy grumbled.

There were a few seconds of quiet before I heard the window roll down and felt the frigid breeze ruffle my hair.

“Hey, Toby,” Andy greeted brightly.

“Hi there! What are you doing all the way out here?”

“Ah, Duff’s three houses back that way, speaking with a witness. I got stuck on a call- just got off of it.”

Damn, he was a quick thinker.

I glanced up at Andy from where I was crouched before I looked over his thighs. I bit my lip, reaching out and running my hand over his crotch. I felt him go tense and I smiled, raising my fingers to the zipper on his slacks. His hand settled on my shoulder, warning. I shifted in my seat, leaning across the console a little further and mouthing along the dark fabric. Andy’s hand grip tightened.

I could hear him and Toby talking, but I wasn’t listening. I was more focused on the feeling of Andy hardening in his pants. I slid my hand into his underwear, pushing it down and pulling him out. He was half-hard already, his hand massaging my shoulder.

“Really, the Christmas pageant?” I heard Andy say. I flicked my tongue out, wetting my lips before taking the head into my mouth. Andy’s hand was suddenly in my hair, holding me firmly. I closed my eyes, trying not to moan. I would have to either keep my head-bobbing to a minimum, or Andy would have to move his hand if we didn’t want to get caught.

I took more of him into my mouth, as much as I could reach without moving too much. I trailed my tongue along the underside as Andy’s hand slipped down from my hair to cup my breast through my sweater. He squeezed it, then I felt him twitch in my mouth. I allowed myself a quiet moan, which I heard Andy cover up with a cough. I spread my legs, sliding my other hand between them and reaching under my dress, rubbing at my panty-covered clit through my tights.

“Sorry, I think I uh—I think I might be coming down with something,” He excused to Toby.

“There isn’t anything going around at the courthouse, is there?”

“Ah, you know, this time of year there’s always someone with a cold.”

I smiled around his cock, leaning back a little and flicking my tongue over the head, then suckling it as quietly as I could. Toby wasn’t parked directly beside us; her car was still on and I could vaguely hear the Christmas station playing - she probably couldn’t hear me. I heard Andy clear his throat a couple of times. I was getting to him. I glanced up, watching him as I took the head into my mouth before I let my tongue trail along the side.

“Shit,” Andy mumbled before he hurriedly added, holding up his phone and waving it a bit so that Toby couldn’t make out the screen, “That’s my partner, sorry-- Yeah, of course-- Great seeing you, too.”

A pause, then the hum of the window being rolled up. Once it was closed, I let myself moan loudly.

“Goddamnit.”

I reveled in the throaty swear I pulled from him. I pulled off of his length, gripping the shaft and peering up at him as he pressed his phone to his ear.

“She’s still fucking sitting right there,” He muttered, eyes set forward, “Why isn’t she leaving?”

“Really loving how committed you are to this fake phone call. It’s very method,” I teased. Andy let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re driving me crazy, angel. Fuck,” He glanced over, turning his head and letting his eyes drop to where I was still teasing myself, “You playing with your pussy? Hm? Are you rubbing your clit, angel?”

“Uh huh,” I murmured. I leaned in, taking Andy back into my mouth and bobbing my head, letting myself make all the little sounds I’d held in before.

“Fucking sound so pretty, baby. Do your fingers feel good on your clit?”

“Mhm.”

Andy’s hips stuttered at the vibrations my hum produced, pushing him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry, pretty girl,” Andy breathed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. I pulled off of his dick with the most obscene ‘pop’ I could manage.

“Is Toby gone yet?” I asked, trying to ignore how whiny my voice sounded. I rubbed my clit harder, hips rocking into the pressure.

Andy turned his head subtly, looking out through the windshield before he glanced out of the window.

“Yeah,” He sighed, looking around, “Finally--”

“Then look at me,” I murmured. Andy looked down, his jaw dropping open and his phone slipping out of his hand as he watched me rub the head of his cock over my lips.

“Goddamn,” Andy breathed, sliding a hand back into my hair, “How are you even real?”

I flushed at the praise, batting my eyelashes a little as I worked Andy’s shaft with my hand.

“Will you cum in my mouth, Andy?” I begged, “Please?”

“That what you want, angel?” Andy breathed out; his voice sounded tight; he was close.

“Mm, what I really want is for you to cum in my pussy, but this’ll have to do for now,” I admitted before I stuck my tongue out. Andy’s grip tightened in my hair as he loosed a lustful groan. His hips pressed forward, driving his cock back into my mouth and fucking his load down my throat. I swallowed it down, moaning around him and watching as his head tipped back against the headrest.

“Fuck,” Andy gasped out. He looked over, eyeing where my hand was still working at my clit. He leaned down, pushing my hand out of the way and sliding his hand under my skirt. He rubbed his fingers over my clit a few times.

“This isn’t enough for you, is it?” He murmured. I shook my head, leaning back and resting my head on his thigh, his cock softening in my hand.

“Say it, angel,” He growled.

“It’s not enough, Andy,” I whined. Andy hummed, seeming thoughtful for a moment as he rubbed at my clit a couple more times. His hand lifted away from my clit before he brought it back down - not hard enough to be an honest-to-god slap, but hard enough that I felt it. It shocked me through the layers and I gasped.

“Andy!”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, fuck,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider for him. Andy grunted, bringing his hand down across my clit in a series of controlled taps. I was already so worked up, it wasn’t long before I was cumming. I whined, hips jolting as I came. My thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand there and stopping him.

“Fuuuck, fuckfuckfuck,” I mumbled as I shook through it. As my thighs relaxed, Andy removed his hand, smoothing my hair back.

I leaned away, carefully tucking Andy away again and doing up his zip. I sat up slowly and Andy cupped my aching jaw, drawing me up for a kiss. I dipped my tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked at it. Andy broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine.

“Remember when you were jumpy about kissing me a little while ago?” He teased. I smiled. “I got over it.” Tag list: @fanficadddddict69 ; @nina-sj​; @rosalynshields ; @what-is-your-wish​ ; @chris-butt ; @aubreeskailynn ;

[baby-impalas]

everything ever | jacob barber

pairing: jacob barber x reader

word count: 2806

warnings: swearing, angst, pining, unedited, probably some spelling errors, drinking, mentions of drugs.

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normally, jacob would be a smiley mess watching you dance. you’re so carefree and in the moment when dancing he thinks it might be one of the only true releases you have. however, watching you dance up against your boyfriend (who isn’t him), doesn’t exactly bode the same. 

it breaks his heart, in fact. 

derek (or ‘little bitch’ as jacob refers to him in his mind and around sarah) has his hands on your waist and his mouth pressed against your neck. you’re swooning completely for whatever he’s whispering in your ear, smiling and giggling like you couldn’t be happier. 

until you look over and see jacob watching you, breaking out into a smile he swears could power the city. you immediately turn to derek and say something, giving him your drink to hold before running over to him and practically jumping into his arms for a hug. 

“haven’t seen you in forever,” you say into his ear. the music is loud, but he could pick your voice out of any crowd. 

“since friday. yesterday,” he chuckles, setting you down and smiling at you. your eyes are bright and so full of spirit. fuck he has it bad. 

“yeah but it always seems like a long time when I'm away from you,” you say, knocking his shoulder playfully with your fist. 

you have no idea, he thinks. 

about an hour later you guys are sitting on a couch, your head leaned against his shoulder with your nose in your phone as jacob observes the party scene in front of him. it’s some kid he doesn’t really know that threw the party for the fourth of july. everyone’s drunk off their ass and a few people are really feeling the holiday, chanting ‘u.s.a.’ a couple rooms over. in the corner, jacob spot a girl he knows to be named aubrey. she’s dancing with mike greyson, possibly the dumbest college freshman jacob’s ever met. he doesn’t even know how the kid got in, to be quite honest. jacob doesn’t understand why aubrey, who’s quite smart, would waste her time on someone like mike. same as he doesn’t understand why you would wast your time with someone like derek. 

jacob knows he isn’t exactly a catch. he’s decently attractive, but he does have a bit of an anger problem. it’s something he’s gotten better at controlling over the years, and something he would never even think about taking out on anyone. he knows now better than when he was younger that it’s his problem, and he has to deal with it on his own. death seemed better than even thinking about taking his anger on you, and that’s where he and derek differed, it seemed. 

derek definitely didn’t hit you (no way in hell would you stand for that), he’s just raised his voice at you one too many unnecessary times. you talked to jacob about what he said to you and how it made you feel. 

how he called you an ‘uptight bitch’ for not wanting to get high before class. 

he’s right I should loosen up a little, you’d said. 

how he called you stupid for asking a simple question about some homework. 

I really should pay attention more, you’d said. 

fuck that. you shouldn’t have to make excuses for your shitty boyfriend being an asshole to you just because he thinks he can. if jacob’s ever been confident in one thing about himself, it’s that he should be the one holding you in his arms and whispering sweet things in your ear. 

he glances down at you, seeing that you were texting derek. 

shithead. 

you: i wanna go

derek : i’m having fun tho

you: I'm tired

derek: you can go

you: derekkk

derek: what?

you: please?

derek: are u always gonna be so nagging?

“hey,” jacob says, nudging his shoulder. you look up to him and set your phone in your lap. “i'm gettin’ kinda tired. you wanna go?” 

you basically snort. “yes please,” you say. 

jacob stands and takes your hand in his to help you stand as well. you’re a bit wobbly and hold onto him for balance. and even in the sweaty crowd all jacob can smell is your sweet vanilla perfume. 

once outside, you say, “I don’t even know why I came. I hate these parties.” 

“me too.” 

“then why’d you come?” you ask with a bubbly laugh. 

“cause you did,” jacob answers truthfully. you pause for a moment, nearly making him trip. “you okay?” 

you’re watching him carefully, the same way he watches people when they’re doing something particularly interesting. 

“yeah,” you say a little late. “I have to tell you something.” 

jacob’s heart hammers in his chest, and he swears his legs go a little numb. but he plays it cool, asking, “what’s up?” 

you don’t respond right away, instead brushing his tousled hair away from his eyes. he remembers a couple weeks after you guys had met, you’d said he had some of the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen. and shit if that wasn’t fuel for his fire. 

“you’re so pretty, jake,” you say, seemingly just remembering that you thought that about him. “and so smart. god you are so smart and you don’t even have to try.” 

jacob feels his cheeks heat up and thanks anyone listening that it’s dark outside so you can’t see. he opts to look at some trees over your shoulder, knowing that staring into your twinkling eyes will only make it worse. but you place a hand on his cheek and turn his head back to you. 

being so close he swears he might pass out. 

“you’re everything to me,” you say. “you’re just everything there every was. do you know that?” 

he tilts his head slightly to the right as his eyebrows knit together.

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” he smiles a little and you smile right back, immediately falling into a fit of giggles. 

“I'm trying to be serious,” you say with a pout and shit you look so cute. he’d let you break his heart over and over and over if you wanted to. 

“be serious, then.” 

you take a deep breath for dramatic and comedic effect. 

“I, uh...” you’re staring into his eyes with a sudden intensity that nearly knocks him off his feat. he can practically see the gears turning in your head, though one seems to stop and suddenly that intensity is gone and you’re looking at the ground. “I'm tired.” 

maybe his heart aches just a little. 

“let’s get you home, then.” 

you don’t lean on him anymore, seemingly so balanced you may as well be sober. 

the drive home is mainly silent. the radio plays everybody wants to rule the world at a low volume, and you rest your head against he window the whole time. you really weren’t lying about being tired. 

when you arrive at your house, jacob helps you inside because it’s very hard for you to walk half asleep and intoxicated. he helps you into bed, removing your shoes and covering you up. then, because he can’t help himself, he brushes your messy hair back from your eyes, and suddenly you’re staring up at him in a way that has him panicking. because you’re looking at him the way sally looked at harry. 

“jake,” you say, your voice thick with sleep. 

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yn.” 

what’s one more impulsive romantic gesture? he kisses you on the head. 

“jake,” you say again. “want you to kiss me.” he almost doesn’t hear it, you’re so quiet. 

“what?” he murmurs, his heart picking up in his chest as he looks down at you. he’s still bent over, so when you sit up you’re only inches away from each other. 

“I want you to kiss me again,” your hand comes up from under the covers and you rest your index finger on your bottom lip. “here.”  

fuck. your cheeks are lit with a blush and your sparkling y/e/c eyes are boreing into his. you smell so good and he’s sure you taste like everything wonderful in the world. 

“no,” but you’re not his girlfriend. “you’re drunk.” you’re derek’s girlfriend. 

“doesn’t matter,” you say, grabbing his shirt and not breaking eye contact. 

“matters a lot,” he says, wishing he had the will power to remove your hand and just leave. but he doesn’t. because it’s you. you’re his first love and right now you’re looking at him like he carries the universe, the way he’s always wanted you to look at him. 

“not if I think about it sober, too,” you say. 

oh. 

“well-” what the fuck does he say? you still have a boyfriend, he can’t kiss you. he can’t kiss you. he can’t kiss you. your lips are alluring and your gaze is honest in love. but he can’t kiss you. 

he can’t. 

“please,” you say. and shit now you’re begging. “jacob, I need you to kiss me right now or I may explode.” 

fuck. he doesn’t know what to do, so he does the only logical thing. he shuts off his emotions. ever since he was a kid, jacob’s been very in charge of his feelings. he’s not sure it’s a good thing, but it’s a thing that comes in handy in moments like this. 

“get some sleep, yn,” he says, finally standing up and pulling himself out of the spell you seemed to have him in. 

he knew you were pouting without even looking at you, for you’d made a big huffy sort of sound that he knows you do when something doesn’t go your way. you make a noise like you’re about to speak, but nothing comes out. jacob smiles down at you, and you lay back down, looking very tired again. 

he walks out, making sure to turn your night light on and lock your front door. he seems okay. anyone looking at him would think he’s completely fine. but in the safety of his car, the switch for his emotions seems to turn back on, and he feels his breathing pick up like he might cry. but jacob doesn’t cry. he hasn’t since ben rifken. so he just sits and feels the anger begin to spread. 

why the fuck didn’t he kiss you? because you have a boyfriend. but he hates the son of a bitch and if you like him so much why would you try and kiss jacob? what’s the point of being a good guy if you always get hurt in the end? isn’t there a point where his own happiness should come first? 

jacob hits his steering wheel, so conflicted with what the right answer is he feels his head practically swimming like he might be drunk. he’s not drunk. he’s sober and in pain. but who wouldn’t be? you’re y/n y/l/n. you're a four leafed clover and probably the reason the earth orbits the sun. anyone who wouldn’t move mountains for you is a fucking idiot. 

jacob drives home and doesn’t think about anything anymore. sometimes thinking hurts too much. 

-

you text him the next morning and ask if you can come over. he says sure and makes breakfast for you guys. eggs, bacon, toast, the whole nine yards. he’s assuming you don’t remember what happened last night, but he’s sure you felt like shit this morning. 

you arrive and greet him with a smile and a hug. your hair’s pulled up into a bun and you’re wearing the sweater he gave you last year after a late night in the city. it used to be his own, but it looks so much cuter on you. 

“hey,” you say. “did you make breakfast? smells good.” 

he nods, ushering you into the kitchen where he’d already prepared two plates. you give him a sweet, adoring smile like you can’t believe what he’d done. 

“you’re so sweet,” you say, jutting your bottom lip out. 

everything seems to stop for a moment when he looks at you. it hits him then just how head over ass he is for you and how he’d do just about anything to make sure that gorgeous smile stays on your face forever. 

he shrugs, sitting down next to you. “just doin’ what my dad taught me.” 

andy was always drilling into jacob’s head that if you want to get a nice girl under your arm, chivalry is the key. 

“ah, yes, I'm sure andy barber was quite the catch in his day. still kind of is, actually.” 

jacob’s jaw drops. “you’re hitting on my dad? my married dad?”

you laugh, nearly choking on orange juice. “not hitting on, just complimenting the barber genes. obviously good looks run in the family,” you say, nudging his shoulder. 

jacob turns away so you won’t see him blush. he’s surprised things aren’t awkward between you two after last night. seems you really don’t remember what happened. 

“okay, but the y/l/n genes are clearly one of god’s favorites.” 

“aww, you think I'm pretty?” you say, turning to him after taking a bite of bacon and batting your eyelashes at him. 

“you’re ethereal,” he says, almost to himself, as he looks at you. 

suddenly the energy in the room shifts, and you’re not looking at him so playfully anymore. he tries to think of something to shrug it off, but nothing comes to mind. all he can think about is how pretty you are. and how kind, and loving. 

“why didn’t you kiss me last night?” you ask. 

fucking what?

“what? are you serious? you were drunk.” and I'm an idiot. 

“well I stand by what I said.” 

it’s silent as you watch him, waiting for a reaction. anyone looking at you might think you’re confident as hell right now, but really you’re practically begging inside that jacob doesn’t kick you out for crossing a line. 

“well you have a boyfriend,” he says almost spitefully. 

then you’re pulling out your phone and clicking some buttons, and jacob’s scared for a moment you may be deleting his number or something. but instead, you put the phone on speaker and begin calling someone. jacob doesn’t see who it is, only barely recognizes the voice of the little bitch on the other end of the line. 

“sup, babe?” derek says though the phone. 

“hey. i think we need to break up.” you’re picking at a loose strand of fabric on your jeans, seemingly not phased at all by the fact that you’re breaking up with your boyfriend. almost bored, even. 

“what? you’re serious?” 

“yup.” 

holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit-

“how come?” 

then you lock eyes with jacob, and his heart skips a beat. 

“I'm in love with someone else.” 

derek starts to say something, but you hang up on him. jacob almost laughs at the cold gesture, but he can’t, because next thing he knows you’re pressing your lips against his and he can’t do anything except kiss back and think, this is happening. I'm kissing yn. and she tastes so sweet, like orange juice. 

his hands are slipping from your cheeks to your arms to your waist because he can finally touch you. he can fucking finally feel your soft skin under his fingertips, and your lips against his own. it feels right, like you fit together in a way that’s bigger than either of you.

you pull away and look at him, gauging his reaction. as far as jacob’s concerned, you’re the only one who’s ever really been able to read him. you know exactly how he’s feeling and how to react to it. it impresses him more than anything else because he considers himself extremely hard to read. 

right now, though, he’s not hard to read at all. his eyes are twinkling with adoration and there’s a blush on his cheeks that’s even spreading to his neck. he’s dopey and so in love he can’t contain it. 

“you’re everything there ever was,” he says, repeating your drunken words from last night. you giggle and just holy fuck he can’t believe you love him. you.

“jacob-”

“I love you,” he says, moving his hand to your thigh. “always have.” 

that has you blushing and avoiding his gaze, and you look so goddamn cute. 

“I love you too,” you say, trying your best to look him in the eye. “I never loved derek. I just didn’t think you’d want me like that, so I tried to move on... long story short it didn’t work.” 

he laughs, though he’s in major disbelief that he wasn’t obnoxiously obvious with his feelings for you. he’s good at controlling how he appears to people, but loving you was something he could never really contain. 

and now, thank fuck, he doesn’t have to anymore. because you’re all his. 

[woogyu]

Funny Drabble Game

Drabble Prompts; fluff | angst | funny (when requesting PLEASE add which prompt list it is from)

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“You’re such a fun drunk.”

“Since my dog likes you then i guess i like you.”

“Tell them to fuck off.”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I want to strangle you 99% of the time.”

“Could you not suck for five minutes?”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Well thats tragic.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You are actually insane!”

“I think you’re actually satan.”

“It’s like -50 degrees in here.”

“Laugh at my jokes! They’re funny and you know it!”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when i kick your ass!”

“Don’t let one of them electrocute themselves or something.”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“Do you find this amusing, fuck face?”

“Holy shit! That thing is huge!”

“Don’t kink shame me.”

“I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“I just cleaned that!”

“Don’t get sassy with me!”

“What do you have behind your back?”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Bite me.” “If you insist.”

“Im not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”

“You snuck into my room, at 4am..to cuddle?”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring..i-i was looking at something behind you!”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Define normal.”

“Do i get bonus points if i act like i care?”

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and i don’t speak english.”

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

“And you wonder why you’re single.”

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“She’s crazy. and just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, theres a crazy underground garage.”

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

“My middle finger salutes you.”

“I don’t think i could ever stab someone. I mean, lets be honest, i can barely get the straw in the capri sun.”

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how i feel.”

“Somebodys cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

“All due respect but thats a bunch of crap.”

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“What did i tell you about calling him/her the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.”

“If history repeats itself, i am so getting a dinosaur.”

“You seem somewhat familiar. have i threatened you before?”

“Even when we were kids, i always kicked your ass!”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“Do i regret it? Yes. Would i do it again? Probably.”

“You’re going to burn in a very special level in hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theater.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”

“Sometimes i question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

“Why should we date?” “Because we’re attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

“You’ve successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

“Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. give me a drink.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but…no.”

“If you pull out my earphones, i will pull out your lungs.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

“My ex? Yeah id still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.”

“Such big evil in such a little thing.”

“For the love of fuck.” “Yep, thats me. i love to fuck.”

“Are you ready to go?” “Yeah. let me grab my machete.” “We’re going to sephora. no machetes needed.”

Clears throat seriously, “Yas bitch.”

“No road trip is complete without the snacks. So go in there and buy everything you can fit in a tiny cart.”

“I’m all for making you miserable by being insufferable, but unfortunately i have things to do today.”

“Come on, you can help me make conspiracy theories. If you make an especially good one, ill pay for dinner.”

“You know what? Why not? I haven’t ruined my life yet this week. Lets go.”

“Do these dark circles under my eyes say nothing to you about how i am doing?”

“If i didn’t know you better, id say you were trying to flirt by giving me books.”

“What are you talking about? Im hilarious!”

“Duct tape? Duct tape is not going to fix this!”

“What did you think? That you were going to fight him?”

“You’re blocking the view.” “I am the view.”

“Why are you on the floor?” “Tying my shoe.” “You’re wearing rain-boots.”

“Cant stop me from slaying!”

“Close your eyes and imagine it, all the dogs in the world.”

“Be careful, he’s so sweet you might get diabetes.”

“Would you reconsider if i was sober?”

“Stop running i’m wearing flip flops!”

“Why are you holding your boobs?”

“I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like far distance admiring.”

“You need to stop making her laugh! you’re ruining her makeup!”

“I’m sure i can get some kind of sexual gratification from just staring at him if i try hard enough.”

“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”

“I’m either in the mood for french fries or to rip someone’s head off. Hmmm. decisions, decisions.”

“If you’re not out of the shower in the next five minutes, i’m going to cut your fucking hair off to make your life quicker.”

“No, i will not dress up as a chicken.”

“I never told my extended family that we broke up, and now they want to know when you’re coming over for dinner again.”

“I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“One more sound and i swear to-”

“Sometimes when (name) texts me, i just pretend they didn’t so i don’t have to respond.”

“You gave our pigeon boyfriend the wrong beans!”

“If i’m like 50 and still single, ill marry you because tax benefits.”

“Please, never have children.”

“I know its like 11pm, but i’m on my way to your house with nacho fries.”

“Sometimes i wish i was gay so i wouldn’t have to deal with all these dumbass boys.

“You know, would’ve been nice if you told me your whole ass family was coming to this dinner! I look like a troll.”

“Im going to the party to pet the dog, no thanks drugs.”

“I hope in college i get some excuse to deck him. Maybe with a bottle or something, ill wing it and be like “oops, sorry shithead, my hand slipped.”

“What is this shit…i’m just trying to graduate.”

“Ooo, i sense attitude in your tone.”

“Guess who only got two hours of sleep? Me, lol, i’m gonna die.“

“I’m gonna strangle you.” “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Superheroes aren’t allowed in my house, especially after they’ve destroyed my living room. go away.”

“oh you’re coming. even if i have to drag you through the snow in your pajamas.”

“i swear you’re gonna end up getting like botox in your tits or something.” “well i mean-” “whAT DO YOU MEAN?!”

[dindjarindiaries]

Collide - Chapter 4

summary: Needing to forget the pain Javier brings her, bella drowns herself with more drinks than she should—and ends up spilling much more than she bargained for.

warnings: angst, mentions of death/drug use, angst, mentions of driving under the influence (don’t do it!), angst, overconsumption of alcohol, did i say angst?

rating: R

word count: 4.555k

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chapter 4

The first week in Colombia surprisingly flies by. You’re able to work just fine alongside Steve and Javier—thanks to your ability to at least pretend that nothing’s unsolved between the two of you—and though you’ve made no further progress on Escobar, you feel as if you’re finally starting to get something accomplished.

Your truce with Javier has stayed limited, though. You’ve refused to let yourself be alone with him ever since that day at the market. You know that if you continue to spend time with Javier like that, you’ll both completely give in to the urge to move forward like nothing’s ever happened—and you can’t have that. Too much happened that one night, and you know too much has happened ever since. You refuse to drop everything, though you can tell it’s what Javier wants to do. But you still haven’t figured out how to approach it. You’d tried that once, and it’d gone horribly.

It’s the Saturday night officially closing out the week, and you’re wrapping up your day at the office when Steve looks at you with a twinkle in his eye. You’d know that look anywhere, even after only spending a week with him: he’s either excited about something or he’s about to light a flame under someone’s ass. Or maybe both.

“Alright, fuckers, time’s up,” Steve starts, causing you to snort and Javier to sigh loudly. “I’m not spendin’ another minute here when we oughtta be celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?” Javier scoffs, raising an eyebrow at Steve as he puts out his cigarette. “The fact that I endured this kind of shit for a week and barely complained?”

“No, the fact that she endured us,” Steve corrects him, gesturing to you. Javier continues to raise his eyebrow at Steve. “And the fact that you made it a week without getting laid. Congrats, Peña.”

You feel sick at Steve’s comment, but try not to show it. Javier chuckles and shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. “So, what do you propose?” Javier asks, choosing not to dwell on the last part of Steve’s words as he puts his hands behind his head. You attempt to ignore the way it tightens his shirt around his arms, pulling your gaze back to Steve instead.

“Javi, we’ve spent a week with her in Colombia and haven’t even shown her our favorite spot.” Steve clicks his tongue disapprovingly and gives a shake of his head. “I propose that we go out for some drinks tonight.”

You let out a deep breath, beginning to collect your things in your hands as you wait for Javier’s answer. Instead, he’s looking at you, and he furrows his brow when he sees your attention on him. “What’re looking at me for?” Javier questions.

“I’m waiting for your answer,” you inform him simply.

“It’s your decision,” Javier clarifies.

“Oh, I thought we were waiting on you,” you say. “I was going with or without you two dipshits.”

Steve and Javier both chuckle, and Steve slaps a friendly hand against your shoulder. “Now that’s how you survived a week with us,” Steve reminds you, shaking his head. Once Javier’s also gathered his things, the three of you walk out to your cars, finally escaping the office as you make a plan to meet back in the lobby of the apartment building in an hour’s time.

Once you’ve gotten back to your apartment, you get ready for a night out the way you always have—but perhaps with a bit more effort than usual this time around. You exchange your work shirt for something more fun, and definitely more tight-fitting to your body. You play it safe and stick to wearing pants but choose a pair that sticks more to your legs, satisfied with the way all your best assets are showing off. As far as the rest goes, you let your hair fly free as you style it minimally and touch up your makeup lightly. You don’t want to make your effort extremely obvious, but just enough for a certain person to notice.

No, you try to convince yourself. That’s not the goal. You’re just having some fun with your coworkers.

But you know that’s not the truth. You just hope that if you and Javier get a little tipsier than expected, you’ll finally spill your truths to each other and fix this mess—maybe even enough to admit your truest and deepest feelings. It’s unlikely, but you’re bold enough to continue hoping for it.

The hour’s soon arrived, and you try to ignore the way you feel nervous—why the hell am I nervous?—as you grab your wallet and head back down to the lobby. Steve, Connie, and Javier are already there, and they turn to face you upon your arrival. Your cheeks heat up slightly when you see the way Javier looks at you, and you try not to feel affected by the way his usual button-up’s opened just a sliver more than usual, and his hair’s tussled more messier than he typically has it at work.

“There you are,” Steve greets playfully. “I was startin’ to think this week really made you hate us enough to stand us up.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, not even you two shitheads could stand between me and a much-needed night of drinking,” you insist, watching as Steve and Connie chuckle at you. Javier, though, seems to shift anxiously, and you raise an eyebrow at his suddenly guarded behavior.

“Well, we were thinking it’s probably best to limit our number of drivers,” Steve informs you. “So, I’ll take Connie, and Javier will take you. Sound good?”

You give him a nod. “Great.”

“Then let’s go,” Steve says, gesturing with his head to the exit. You follow, standing at an awkwardly far distance away from Javier. Your gaze falls on him in slight concern, seeing the way his jaw’s practically clenched shut as his eyes stare straight ahead. A pit forms in your stomach at his change in demeanor. You’ve gotten to know Javier’s newer personality quirks very well this week, and you know it’s odd to see him looking so utterly drained of any kind of attitude or life. Deciding to swallow your own worries in exchange to heal his, you dare to ask him about it once you’re sitting alone in his car.

“Javi, are you okay?” you don’t hesitate to ask. You look over at where his hands are gripping the steering wheel just a bit tighter than usual, his dark eyes narrowing as he watches Steve’s car navigate the roads ahead of you. “You seem… I don’t know, out of it.”

“I’m fine,” Javier insists gruffly.

You hold back a scoff at his standoffish manner. “Are you tired?” He shakes his head, and you try again. “Mad?” He repeats the movement, this time gripping the wheel even tighter. “Annoyed?” You see him clench his jaw more. “Frustr—.”

“Will you just leave it?” Javier snaps, looking over at you with his dark eyes finally widened. You lift your hands in mock surrender, and immediately you see his expression fall as he clears his throat. “I’m sorry, bella, that was uncalled for. I was being an ass.” He lets out a soft sigh, his hands loosening around the wheel as he focuses on the road again. “I’ve just been stuck inside my own head too much lately, that’s all.”

A small flicker of hope makes itself known inside your chest, and you look over at him with a curious tilt to your head. “About what, cariño?”

Javier shakes his head again, the corner of his mouth twitching in a way you easily recognize. He always tended to do that whenever he was struggling with something—or trying to think of a lie. “Escobar,” he finally says, tapping his thumbs on the wheel as he speaks. “I’m driving myself crazy trying to think of where that bastard could possibly be.”

You try not to let disappointment fill you as you nod understandingly. “I know, Javi. I’ve only been here for a week and I can feel that same frustration. But the more patient we are, the more calculated we can be once we get something. He’s playing a game, and that means we have to play it, too—but we’ve got to outsmart him in it.”

Javier nods to agree, looking over to give you a small yet grateful smile as he pulls in behind Steve along the curb outside the bar. “You always know what to say, bella.” He gives your shoulder a pat before he gets out of the car, and you follow suit. Soon, the four of you are inside the rowdy bar, a drink in hand as you attempt conversation over the loud music and dozens of other people already speaking around you.

You take a quick glance around and notice the bar is practically split into two halves: one meant for socializing and talking over drinks and the other for dancing and making out with whoever’s in the closest vicinity. You wonder if the latter is usually Javier’s go-to spot while Steve sticks to the former, but you don’t have to fantasize as Javier soon dismisses himself to start heading over to the livelier part of the establishment.

It proves to be a challenge for you to pretend you’re still engaged in Steve and Connie’s conversation as your eyes beg to follow Javier and see what he’s up to. Every once in a while, you allow your gaze to drift over, and you watch as Javier starts to get close to a beautiful brunette who’s unafraid to show off her assets in a tight-fitting dress.

Good for her, you think to yourself. If you had that kind of confidence, you would’ve done the same to get Javier’s attention. You shake your head at yourself. You don’t want that. But you know deep down what you want, even if it’s a mixed cloud of confusion in your mind and heart at the moment.

Looking down at the now-empty glass in your hand, you address Steve and Connie over the music. “I’m gonna go get another drink!” you tell them, waiting until they nod to walk away from where you’ve been standing to head back to the bar. “Or five,” you add under your breath. You walk up to the bar and ask for a shot of tequila, taking it in your hand as your gaze makes its way back over to Javier again.

He makes the woman laugh. You take the shot and slam it back down onto the counter, asking for another one.

You continue to watch as Javier’s lips approach the woman’s ear, whispering something in it as his hand sneaks its way onto her waist. You take another shot and get it refilled.

The woman bites her lip up at Javier and pulls him by the collar towards the dance floor. A third shot.

Javier’s hands reach for her hips, pulling her against him as they melt together underneath the dim lights. A fourth shot.

In a grand finale, you watch Javier spin the woman around in his arms as his mouth meets hers, his hands going to places you never wanted to see. A fifth and final shot.

You can tell the bartender is concerned at your ambitious intake of so many back-to-back shots, yet you still insist upon getting a rum and coke in hand as you walk back in Steve and Connie’s direction. You can’t feel the impact of your bad decisions just yet, but you wish you could, because all you can see is the burning image of the man you’re still hopelessly in love with melting against a woman he’s just met.

“You alright over there?” Steve asks, chuckling a bit as he gestures towards you. “You were gone for a while.”

“Just deciding what I wanted,” you lie, forcing out a laugh and swallowing hard as you turn your back to the scene you can’t forget.

The longer the conversation goes on, the more you start to feel yourself fade away. Your mind is solely able to see Javier’s hands exploring the stranger’s body, and you match it to the way he’d done the same thing to you once—but in such a gentle, tender, and loving way. You question if it was truly as sacred as you used to think it was. You wonder if that woman’s feeling the same way you did: valued, beautiful, practically holy in the knowing hands of a caring creature. You marvel at the fact she likely won’t care if she never sees him again after this night when all you’ve been able to do is think of him since the moment his hands first touched you in such a manner. And finally, you ask yourself what the hell it’ll take for him to finally treat you like that again—but not just for the pleasure; because it’s the sheer passion that’s fighting its way out of his unrelenting heart.

The last thing you remember is trying to drag a tipsy Connie to the dance floor with you, insisting that you’ve got some moves you need to practice for a future date.

Meanwhile, Javier’s still wrapped up in the moment with the brunette in question. He hates the way he feels fulfilled, finally able to let his mind and heart still as he finds an outward pleasure in a woman who was, luckily, willing to help him. With every sway of her hips against him and feeling of her tongue dancing along his, Javier forgets everything he’s been bottling up inside for not just this entire week, but every single damn day since he left you in Kingsville. For the moment, the world only exists between him and this woman—whose name he either hasn’t caught yet or hasn’t bothered to remember.

Javier feels like shit using her but finds himself justified by knowing she’s also using him. It’s the kind of arrangement he’s used to. He likely won’t ever have to see her again after this, unless she happens to be at the bar at the same time as him. They’ll take out on each other what they need to in order to reap something worthwhile, and they’ll forget it ever happened once they feel better the next day. Javier isn’t proud of it, and fuck, does he wish it could be meaningful to him like it used to be a long time ago, but it’s the only thing he’s been able to find solace in since leaving you. He can forget the pain in your eyes and concern on your face when he knew you were starting to catch onto him by drowning himself in a stranger’s offering of lust—a sacrifice for his darkest demons and deepest worries.

But even that relief doesn’t last long. Thankfully, Javier’s happened to be a step away from the woman when he feels a firm grasp on his arm. He instantly turns to see Steve standing there, raising his voice above the music as he addresses him.

“We’ve got a problem, Peña,” Steve says with a furrowed brow. Instantly, Javier’s mind goes to you, and he looks past his partner to see you practically falling onto Connie’s shoulder as she struggles to support you. “She’s gonna need a ride home, now.”

Javier feels his concern for you strike him deeply, creating a pit in his stomach as he looks back to Steve. He doesn’t even question why he’s been elected to take you. “Alright,” he agrees, looking back to the confused woman with a small pang of guilt in his chest. “Lo siento, señorita, pero necesito irme ahora. Gracias por una noche muy divertida.” He doesn’t wait for her reaction as he follows Steve closely, wondering how you’ve gotten yourself in such a state.

You’ve never been one to enjoy losing control. It’s how he knows the hell you went through when he stepped out of your life—because you weren’t able to control whether or not he would reenter it. In his cruelty at the time, he’d played with it, seeing how far he could push you back until you reached the edge and fell further away from the disaster he considered himself to be. He didn’t want you anywhere near him—not for his sake, but for yours. But now, as he watches you practically stumbling into his arms, he regrets every single thing he’s done leading up to this moment, as if he already hasn’t enough for the past twenty years of his life.

“¿Qué te hiciste?” Javier asks you softly, wrapping your arm around his neck as he begins to lead you back out to his car.

“I’ll do you one better,” you slur back at him, giggling to yourself and taking a deep breath as you meet the cool air of the Colombian night. “¿En dónde está tu novia?”

Javier feels a lump in his throat suddenly appear, and he tries to swallow it back as he responds. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he reminds you, helping you into the passenger seat of the car. He gets you buckled in, making sure it fits right before he heads over to his side of the car.

“No?” You scoff, and Javier’s still disturbed by the way your voice is completely warped by your unstable state of mind. “It sure looked like it, cariño.”

Javier exhales deeply as he brings the car to life. Shit. He’d completely forgotten the fact that you’d probably seen everything he’d done with the woman inside the bar. “It meant nothing, bella, don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry?” You echo his words yet again and laugh—a crude laugh that makes Javier clench his jaw. “You’re right, Javi, I don’t need to worry.” You pause for a second, and he looks over to see your dazed eyes looking out of the window as if you can’t even face him. “I shouldn’t worry that I was once that same woman to you.”

Javier furrows his brow. “What do you mean?”

You let out another laugh, and Javier tries not to let his frustration grow as he tightens his grip on the wheel. “Don’t play stupid with me, Javier.” He feels your gaze land back on him, but he doesn’t have the faith to return it. “You know you’ve touched me like that before.”

Javier freezes, trying to keep his focus on the road as the feeling of icy horror spreads through him. This is exactly what he’s been avoiding—but now he has to face it: at least, to satisfy your drunk self. “It wasn’t like that, bella.”

You’re quiet for a long moment, longer than Javier pleases. He takes a quick look over to see that your gaze is now full of tears, and he curses mentally as an ache starts to fill his chest. “It sure feels like it was.” He bites his lip when he hears you choke back a sob, trying to tell himself this is all because of your drunkenness—and perhaps you’re just emotional when you’re like this. “You wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, like you would’ve with this one tonight.” He hears you sniffle, and he knows you well enough to know that you’re starting to cry. “I felt like a whore for letting it happen, Javi.”

Javier’s heart breaks at your words, and he gives you a quick yet reassuring look. “You aren’t, bella. I just—it was just—.”

But it’s almost as if you never hear his words as you continue, saying the words that knock the breath straight out of his lungs. “I waited so long to preserve myself and finally gave it to you, Javier, and when I realized you didn’t want it—you regretted it—I felt so fuckin’ stupid.”

Javier discovers that he’s having a hard time breathing, now, and so he pulls the car over and puts it to a hard stop. He’s finally free to look over at you completely, his eyes widened to twice their usual size as he sees you practically shrink into your seat. Javier knows you’re not sober, that this could all be bullshit—but it’d be some pretty complicated bullshit to come up with on the spot. His hands are practically shaking at the mere thought of what you’ve just said being true. “You were a virgin?” Javier’s words come out in a haunted whisper, and he’s suddenly aware of how hard his heart’s drumming against his chest.

“I was waiting for you, cariño,” you say through a cry, causing Javier to feel lightheaded.

“You didn’t tell me!” Javier exclaims, horror pulsing through his veins. This would’ve changed so much—it could’ve changed everything. He would’ve never let that happen in the first place, and he definitely wouldn’t have tried to make you forget about it. He slams his fist against the wheel. “Fuck!” When he brings himself to calm down for a moment, he looks back over at you, seeing more tears falling down your flushed cheeks as you shrink back further away from him. “Do your parents know?”

Javier sees you freeze up upon him mentioning them, and he feels cold at the way your eyes fill with even more tears. “I don’t know,” you finally answer.

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’?” Javier snaps, feeling frustrated—mainly towards himself. “It’s a yes or no question!”

“I don’t know, asshole!” you yell back at him. “I never told them, but I don’t know what they thought happened that night! And I can’t know!”

Javier frowns at that. “Why not?”

He watches your lips quiver as your gaze falls. “Because… they’re gone.”

Your words hit him all at once, much too fast, and he can’t even process them before he’s spitting out the word of doubt. “What?”

Javier watches as your face contorts into something of sheer pain and hot anger towards him. “They’re fuckin’ dead, Javier! Because a couple of drugged-up motherfuckers thought it’d be funny to drive under the influence and hit them head on! Why the fuck do you think I ended up in the fucking DEA?”

Fuck. It makes sense. Javier knows it must be true—and now he suddenly can’t catch his breath.

It worsens when he hears you hiccup and sees that your sobs are starting to escape your throat. “And… A-And you weren’t even there for me, Javi. Why weren’t you there? I needed you, cariño. I was so alone, I just—I wanted you.” Your next few sobs are so heart-wrenching that Javier can’t stand them, and before he can think it through, he’s unbuckling himself and stepping out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He rests his elbows against the car as he buries his face in his hands, trying to process everything he’s just learned.

On that night, he took your virginity—only further contributing to the breaking of your heart when he decided to leave you months later. He made you feel like the dirt of the earth instead of the star in the sky he’d tried setting far away from himself. Somewhere along the way between then and now, your parents died, and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him the most. Your parents were like a second set of parents to him, and he didn’t even get to say a final goodbye or support you during the entire process.

Javier always knew he was a piece of shit, but now he feels like the fucking devil himself.

Yes, he’d done everything for a reason—but now he’s not sure if it was worth it. He thought it’d help you, but it’s only seemed to hurt you. Javier hasn’t hated himself this deeply in a long time—or, at least, he hasn’t allowed himself to realize how deep his hatred for himself truly goes until now. Until he has to see you suffer because of him, because of what he makes himself suffer through on a daily basis.

Remembering the state of pain he’s left you in, Javier gets back into the car, seeing you practically balled up into the corner of your seat as you stare out of the window. Silent tears are running down your cheeks, and the cloudiness of your drunken state still fills your gaze as they reflect the Medellín sky. In any other situation, Javier would be musing about how beautiful your eyes look, but he can’t even bring himself to think about something like that right now. He doesn’t even deserve to be looking at you with his own eyes.

Javier brings the car back to life and finally finishes making his way to the apartment building. Not another word is exchanged as he stops, getting out to assist you inside. Upon realizing you’ve fully passed out already, Javier curses to himself and holds you in his arms, hooking one arm under your knees and the other on your back as he carries you to your apartment. He retrieves the keys from your pants pocket and unlocks your door, not stopping until he’s gotten you to lay in your own bed. He considers changing you into something more comfortable, but decides against it, remembering the way you’d said he’d made you feel so horrible about yourself and not wanting you to feel more insecure at the idea of him seeing your body like that again. Instead, he gets your shoes off and sets you under the covers.

Javier runs out into the kitchen and manages to find a glass, filling it with water and setting it on your bedside table for whenever you wake up. He stops, regretful to leave you in such a state but knowing that it’s for the best. Javier still can’t help himself from brushing the loose pieces of hair out of your face, feeling his heart beat in both a pained and a soft manner as he looks down at you.

“I’m so sorry, bella,” Javier whispers, well aware that you can’t hear him. “I shouldn’t have let you get that close to me. I should’ve been there for you. I’m sorry that I was—that I am—nothing but a goddamn fool.” His fingertips gently brush over your forehead as he starts to pull away from you. “I don’t deserve you, anyway.”

With that, Javier finally breaks himself away from you, heading back to his own apartment. As soon as he’s inside, he throws his keys towards God-knows-where, crumbling onto his couch as he holds his face in his hands. The emotion’s welled up so badly inside of him that he can feel the warm tear he’s allowed to escape land on his cheek, and he bites his lip to prevent any more from following. He doesn’t deserve any kind of sympathy. He doesn’t deserve to feel sad.

All Javier wanted was a second chance—but he knows he doesn’t deserve that, either; so, he’ll keep pushing himself away from you to keep you safe.

chapter 5

translations:

Lo siento, señorita, pero necesito irme ahora. Gracias por una noche muy divertida. = I’m sorry, miss, but I need to leave now. Thank you for a very fun night.

¿Qué te hiciste? = What have you done to yourself?

¿En dónde está tu novia? = Where’s your girlfriend?

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