#God watching me for the past year figuring myself out and just shaking his head

[aridiculouslylongreceipt]

*reaches back in time and grips myself by the shoulders* YOU'RE TRANS. YOU'RE TRANS YOU FOOL THATS WHY YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE. YOU DON'T NEED TO FORCE YOURSELF TO FEEL FEMININE!!! THE CLOTHES THAT BURN YOUR SKIN AND THE MAKEUP THAT STAINS ARE PAINFUL BECAUSE YOU DO NOT FIT THEM. THEY ARE NOT MADE FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU BUT STOP KILLING YOURSELF TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSES LIFE MORE COMFORTABLE!!! THE PAIN YOU FACE IS YOURS ALONE!! YOU WILL BE THE ONE WHO HAS TO CLEAN UP THE MESS - THEY WON'T EVEN LOOK AT THE CARNAGE TO GRIEVE!!! YOU WILL HAVE TO PULL YOURSELF OUT OF THE 6 FOOT HOLE YOU DUG FOR YOURSELF & FACE THE EMPTY GRAVEYARD. CLEAN THE DIRT FROM UNDER YOUR DAMN NAILS AND GO LIVE EVEN IF ITS ALONE. EVEN IF YOUR LEGS ACHE AND YOUR ARMS SHAKE FROM CRAWLING OUT OF THE MISNAMED GRAVE. YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL.

[allthesmutl0vers]

The Weight of Blood: Tom/Theo/Draco/Regulus/Fem!Reader (Part Five)

MDNI,18+,NSFW Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Masterlist Pairing: Tom Riddle/Theo Nott/Draco Malfoy/Regulus Black/Fem!Reader TW: Mentions of suicide attempt, mentions of past self-harm, lots of fluff. Protective Tom/Theo/Draco/Regulus.

Chapter Five

Regulus

I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I haven’t seen y/n for three days. Did she drop out? How could she leave without saying goodbye?

I shake my head. That’s ridiculous. Why would she? She barely knows us. I immediately stop pacing the dorm when I get an idea. A stupid, reckless, possibly get myself expelled idea. But an idea. 

I swing open the dorm room door, running right into Theo, Draco, and Tom. “Woah,” Theo chuckles. “Where are you in a hurry to?”

“I’m going to check on her,” I try to move past them when Tom stops me. 

“Have you completely lost your mind?” He looks at me with a hardened facial expression. 

I scoff and shake my head, pushing his hands off of my shoulders. “You don’t get it. Just because you think less of her,” I swallow. “Doesn’t mean I do.” 

“And just how do you expect to get into her dorm? Hm? There’s probably other girls in the dorm, not to mention you don’t know the damn password.”

I blink a few times and look off to the side. “I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re risking everything to check on her?” Draco scoffs. “What happened is fucked up, but it’s none of our business. None of yours.”

I hold back the need to sock him in the mouth. “It’s my business if I say it is,” I step up to him. “I’m done,” I look over at Tom. “Consequences be fucking damned.”

Tom’s eyes narrow on me, but I don’t back down. His jaw ticks, and finally, he takes a deep breath. “Fine. But we’re coming with you.”

I don’t even let myself stop to think about what he just said, what he’s doing to help me find her. We haul our asses through the corridor until we find a lone Gryffindor boy, probably fifth or sixth year, and corner him. 

“What’s the password to your house?” My tone is rushed as my hands shake. 

He looks at me like I just asked him to hand over his wand. “Excuse me?” 

“The password. Now,” Tom demands, stepping up to my side. 

I watch the kid’s eyes widen. When Tom says jump, you don’t ask why. You ask ‘how high?’ 

“Fortuna Major,” he rushes out. 

“Where is y/n’s dorm?” Theo asks. 

The kid shrugs. “From what I heard from Cormac, it’s at the end of the hall. She has her own. Right staircase.”

I break out in a sprint, caught cutting classes be damned. I just hope to Merlin that if she’s leaving, she’s still packing. That she can give me the chance to ask her to stay. 

We get into the common room, and I run up the staircase on the right, just like the kid said, and twist the doorknob. Locked. I start to knock on the door. “Y/n?” I knock louder. “Y/N?!” I call her name louder, knocking harder. 

“Move,” Draco pushes me out of the way and draws his wand, pointing it at the lock. “Alohomora.”

The lock clicks, and I open the door. “Y/n?” Theo calls out her name. I look around her dorm for any sign that she’s packing. 

“Shit,” Tom mutters. I turn to look at him, holding a piece of paper. 

“What does it say?” I move over to him, grabbing it from his hands. My stomach plummets. “Oh my God,” I mutter, dropping the letter and looking around. 

“What?” Draco asks, leaning against her door frame. 

I see water on the floor coming from behind a door. I try to open it, locked. I pull back and ram my shoulder into the door with every bit of strength I have. “Oh God,” there’s so much blood. I rush to y/n laying in the tub, wrists slit and her face pale. “Oh, no. No, no, no!” 

“Y/n!” Theo calls from behind me as Tom turns off the water, and I lift her out of the tub. “Is she?”

“Put her on the floor,” Tom directs me, and I lay her down on the wet floor. 

“Don’t let her die,” my eyes water as Tom pulls out his wand. 

“Vulnera Sanentur,” Tom waves his wand over her wrists, and the blood stops flowing from her wrists. 

“Oh my God,” Draco moves to stand in the bathroom with us, his eyes wide. 

“Vulnera Sanentur,” Tom repeats, his voice calm even when kneeling in her blood. 

“She’ll be okay,” Theo grabs my shoulder and tilts his head down, closing his eyes. “Per favore, vivi. Dio, non lasciarla morire. Bebe, vivi per favore,” his voice cracks. (Please live. God, don't let her die. Baby, please live.)

I can’t breathe as Tom repeats the incantation a third time. The wounds on her wrists appear closed, but it’s hard to tell with all of the blood. I just pray we aren’t too late. 

“Vulnera Sanentur,” Tom repeats, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s holding his breath too. 

“Please breathe, little lamb,” I sniffle. I see her chest rise and fall, and I let out a deep breath. “Thank fucking God.” 

“She’ll survive. But she needs to rest,” Tom rises onto his feet, scooping down and lifting her body into his arms. “Move,” he looks at me and Theo. I could kill him for acting like this, but I’m too thankful for him saving his life. 

Tom lays her on her bed and looks back at the three of us. “Get some dry clothes. The water was cold.”

Draco looks through her closet without a word, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a big T-shirt. Looking at her lying in her bed, I can see all of the scars on her legs and stomach. I’ve seen scars like that before. On Tom. 

“I’ll change her. You lot turn around,” I take the clothes from Draco. They listen without a word, even Tom. I carefully strip off her shorts and T-shirt, leaving her bra and panties on to cover her. She’s been assaulted before, and when she wakes up in clean clothes, I don’t want her to think we touched her in any way we didn’t need to. “I’m done.” 

We all sit around her dorm, waiting for her to wake up. Tom looks over her books, finding some kind of book with pictures in it. Theo opens her window and lights up a smoke. Me and Draco join him after I clean up her bathroom, and Draco removes the blood from her clothes. 

Hours pass as we wait for her to wake up. “I can stay if you guys want to go,” I look at each of them.

“Nobody is going anywhere,” Tom says, not taking his eyes off the page of one of her books from her shelf. 

I look over at Theo and Draco on the small couch to see if they feel the same way. They both shake their heads, agreeing with Tom that they’re not leaving. I sit down in the second armchair next to Tom, my leg bouncing with anxiety. I look over every few minutes to make sure she’s still breathing, but I need her to wake up so I can hear her voice. 

I need to ask her why she would do this. Ask her why she didn’t come to me first. I know we’re not together, but fuck. I would’ve done anything to make her feel better. Hell, I’m willing to throw everything away for her. 

I look over at Tom and swallow. “I meant what I said, you know.” 

Tom finally looks up from her book. He nods and looks back down. “I know you did.”

“Are you going to tell them? My parents, or Bellatrix?” My leg continues to bounce. “I just need enough time to grab some stuff before they disinherit me.” 

Tom sighs and puts the book down in his lap, looking up at me. “No. I’m not. As long as you respect that, I can’t just walk away.” 

“You could.” 

Tom looks across the room, out the window. “I have nothing else.” 

“That’s not true,” Theo answers. “You have us.”

“Yeah,” Draco nods. “We’re not going anywhere, mate.” 

Tom’s jaw ticks, and he shakes his head. “It’s too late for me. I’m already in too deep. I have a meeting with Viktor Krum. We’re supposed to set up a time for him and the students from his school to go to the manor to meet Bellatrix.”

“Tell him you changed your mind,” Theo offers. “Tell him it was all a prank. Or that the ministry caught on, and it’s over.”

“Just forget it. I’ll handle it,” Tom sighs and nods to y/n’s bed. “She’s waking up.”

I stand up, and so does everyone else. They stand around her bed as I sit down next to her, holding her hand. 

Y/n groans and shifts and her eyes finally flutter open. “Wh— What happened?” 

She moves to sit up, and I help her. “Here, let me help you.” 

Her eyes lock on mine as she blinks a few times and looks around her, noticing the others, and she starts to panic. “What the Hell? How did you guys get here?” She looks down at her wrists, only small scars remaining. “No, no, no,” she stands up and looks at all of us. “What did you do?!” 

“We saved your life,” Tom answers her, straightening his back. 

She moves toward him, raises a hand, and goes to slap him when he catches her wrist, and she starts to cry. “You had no right!” She shrieks. 

Tom’s eyebrows furrow as he looks down at her. “Neither did you.”

“You… I was ready! I wrote my Mum, I…” She starts to cry, her legs giving out when Tom does the last thing I ever expected him to do. He holds her.

“You’re not finished yet,” he mutters as he wraps his arms around her waist, letting her kick and slap him to her heart’s content. I feel my heart crack, and I see Draco’s eyes fill with tears, same with Theo.

“I don’t want to be here. I can’t,” she sobs, and then she breaks my heart with four words. “I want to die.”

“Shh,” Tom holds her tight. “You don’t mean that.” 

She finally settles, and Tom lets her go. She crawls onto her bed, sits against her headboard, and pulls her knees to her chest. “Little lamb?” I sit next to her, and she sniffles, wiping her tears. She looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and lets me pull her to my side, wrapping an arm around her. I open my mouth to ask any of the questions that I had ready to ask her, but none of them come out. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” 

She nods and looks up at me. “Were you the one that saved me?”

I shake my head, brushing her hair out of her face. “It was Tom.”

Her eyes widen slightly and she looks over at Tom standing at the end of her bed. “Thank you, Tommy.” 

Fuck. He hates that name. I look up at him, waiting for him to correct her, and ready to hex him if he hurts her like he does when Theo calls him that. But to my surprise, he nods, even smiles a little. “You’re welcome.”

Theo, never missing the opportunity to make someone smile, falls on his side onto her bed in front of us and gives her a cheeky grin. “So, are we finally on a nickname basis, bella?” 

Y/n scoffs a laugh but smiles. And my god, if it is not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Depends.” 

“Pray, do tell,” Theo winks, making me chuckle and roll my eyes. 

Y/n sniffles and smiles. “Do you have any weed?” 

Draco laughs and sits on her other side. “Oh, darling,” he smirks at her. “We always have weed.” 

“Make room for Tommy, Theo,” she pulls Theo to sit up. 

Tom scoffs and shakes his head, sitting down. “Merlin, must you call me that?”

“Want me to call you Riddle instead?” She cocks a brow in his direction. 

Tom chuckles and shakes his head again. “Fine.” 

Theo lights his joint and passes it to y/n. “You know how to smoke?” 

“I’m not a goody two shoes, Theo,” she takes it from his hand and puts it to her lips, taking a long drag and coughing hard when she blows out the smoke. 

Draco laughs and puts a hand on her shoulder. “You sure about that?”

Y/n flips him off and passes it to me as Tom hands her some water. “Drink.”

Y/n smirks and drinks it, handing me the glass when she’s done. “Yes, sir,” she chuckles. 

Tom smirks and rolls his eyes. We all talk, and she tells us about how hard she’s been struggling. She shows us her bruised and scabbed knuckles from punching the astronomy tower railing and how that night is when she made her decision. And about sneaking away to Hogsmeade for one last butterbeer. We listen without judgment and in silence as she explains everything. Even the scars we saw on her legs and stomach, which are apparently from punishing herself for not being good enough in her classes. Her need to be the best only rivals Tom, who did the same thing for the same reason, but he doesn’t tell her that. 

When she finally finishes, and the joint and the next one are smoked, she sighs. “I’m sorry for putting you guys through this. I’m so embarrassed,” she shakes her head. 

“Bella, you have nothing to apologize for,” Theo smiles. 

Draco clears his throat, and she looks at him. “I’m sorry for adding onto it. I shouldn’t have called you…what I called you.” 

Y/n leans her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” 

“But it’s not,” Draco tips her face up by her chin. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

Y/n doesn’t say anything; she just nods as he lets go of her chin. I clear my throat, and she turns to look at me next. “Next time you feel this way, come to us. Any of us, okay?” 

She nods and holds up her pinky. “Pinky promise.” 

I cock an eyebrow at her, confused. “What’s that?” 

She blushes and shakes her head. “Right, sorry. It’s a muggle thing,” she chuckles. “You link your pinkies with someone and shake, making a promise. And if someone breaks it, you break their pinky,” she narrows her eyes at me. “It’s very serious.” 

I chuckle at how ridiculous it sounds, but she waves her pinky. “Well, come on then.” 

I link my pinky finger with hers, and we shake. “You’re ridiculous.” 

She scrunches her nose and chuckles, turning to Tom and offering her pinky. Tom sighs, and pinky promises her, too. “Just so you know, I will break it if you break your promise.” 

“Then it’s a good thing I take it so seriously,” she raises her brows at Tom and makes the same promise with Draco and Theo. She sits back and yawns, covering her mouth with her hand. “Fuck, I’m tired.” 

“Mio amore, I may never let you sleep again,” Theo smirks. 

Y/n scoffs and smiles. “Well,” she takes his hand. “I need to sleep sometime,” she drops his hand and looks at all of us. “I’ll be fine. You guys can go. It’s getting late anyway.”

Tom actually laughs. “You think we’re leaving you alone after we found you almost dead?” He cocks a brow. 

Y/n scrunches her face. “Well, there’s only my bed, and I’m not—”

Tom shakes his head and waves his wand, making three sleeping bags appear on her floor. “We’ll be fine.” 

Y/n opens her mouth to argue, but I grab her hand. “It’s no point arguing with him. You won't win, lamb.” 

Y/n sighs in defeat and raises her hands. “Fine, fine.” 

“Or we could all doggy pile in your bed,” Theo winks. 

Tom smacks him upside the back of his head. “Don’t be stupid.”

Y/n giggles, pursing her lips. “Theo, I promise one night we will have a good old-fashioned slumber party, and you can all sleep in my bed.” 

“Merlin,” Draco groans and turns to y/n. “Now you’ve gone and done it.” 

“What?” Y/n laughs and points at Theo, making puppy dog eyes at her. “Look at that face. How could I say no.”

Draco snorts and smiles. “Just prepare yourself. He’s a bed hog.” 

“Am not!” Theo gives Draco a fake offended look. “I am a perfect gentleman, I’ll have you know.”

“Mhm. Sure,” I laugh. 

“Vaffanculo,” Theo waves his hand. (Fuck you)

We laugh and chat for a few more minutes until y/n starts to drift off on my shoulder, so we all stand up from her bed, and I pull the covers over her, kissing the top of her head. 

“So, Tommy, huh?” I joke as we all get into our sleeping bags. 

“Shut up,” Tom glares at me, trying not to smile. 

I shake my head. “Ready to jump ship?” 

Tom swallows and bites his lip. “I can try to figure something out.” 

I decide to leave it for now, that’s as much of an answer I know I’m going to get out of him tonight. I sigh as I sink into my sleeping bag, y/n sleeping peacefully just a few feet away and Draco and Theo on my other side. 

And then four turned to five.

Part Six

[awordsmith]

Secrets and Liars

Chapter Seven

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It had never occurred to me that I'd be attending another one of Noal Kahn's parties, yet here I am; in my room, in front of my mirror, trying to figure out if I should wear my black blouse instead.

I sigh, shaking my head, I never cared too much about Noal, but I did have an interesting conversation with his brother on Halloween night, the year Ali disappeared. A soft scoff leaves my mouth, without her I wouldn't have ever been invited. None of us would have, I look around my room–it's hard to believe we're all together again.

I cross my arms, not knowing why I feel like I shouldn't wear anything but red tonight.

Music was blaring from speakers that were set up all around the cabin. My Little Red Riding Hood costume was my favorite by far, I'd really grown this year, and I stood taller with my heeled, red flats. They made noise whenever I took a step and I loved that about them.

Ali had told us not to embarrass her, but I split from the group shortly after we'd got there. Alison had wandered off somewhere and my feet had already begun to hurt.

Though, in all honesty, there were two more reasons I was trying to find somewhere to hide, and they both had been in the courtyard. I'd caught Romeo's eye as soon as we walked in. He was more laidback about me coming, so I was hoping he'd keep what he saw to himself, but just to be sure. If Elio found out I'd gone against him and came anyway, he'd be furious.

I found myself pushing open the kitchen doors and sitting myself on top of one of the counters next to the sink. I'd leaned my head back on the marble, cringing I hit it too hard. A snort and I was already glaring in their direction.

A tilt of a head and a smirk, "What?" He'd asked.

I sighed, ignoring him and pulling my phone to my face, crossing my legs at the same time.

"I get it," the random guy huffed with a smile, "you only trust big bad wolves."

His sad attempt at a joke actually forced a smile onto my lips. I looked up, tilting my head, my giant hood covered most of my eyes, but I could just about make out what he was wearing, a tuxedo and a half-mask.

"That I do," I called softly into the air, "Opera Phantoms don't stand a chance."

"Really now?" His voice was sultry and slurred, but he acted as if he had complete control over his actions and mind at the time.

"Mmhm," I set my phone down and watched him move closer.

"What's your name, Little Red?"

My throat made a small noise of amusement, "you first," I uncrossed my legs and sat up straighter.

"Well if I told you," he shrugged his head, "I'd have to kill you," his tone made it seem like he was joking, but a certain uneasiness came over me and I suddenly wasn't feeling too chatty anymore.

"I should get back to my friends." I made an attempt to scoot off the counter, but he cornered me.

"What's the rush? Granny can wait." Okay, his jokes were starting to get more annoying than endearing.

"Seriously?" I rolled my eyes, both annoyed and disgusted, "move." I pushed him to the side and to my surprise, he moved. I began sliding off the counter when Jason–out of nowhere–slammed into the guy.

"What the hell?" I shrieked. I didn't even know he was going to be here tonight–I would have added him to the list.

"What the hell?" the guy slurred.

"You're drunk Eric and you still tried?"

"It was a bet," Phantom–Eric–laughed off the shove, brushing his clothes.

"What bet?" I narrowed my eyes, moving in front of Jason, cringing when I got a whiff of what he'd been drinking tonight.

Eric rolled his eyes, "that's really none of your business."

"It's my business if it was about me." Eric raised an eyebrow, his smile hinted at something more–oh god–Aria. "Did you and Noal–" My nose scrunched up at the thoughts that trickled in.

"I'll kill you," Jason moved past me and threw a punch, it all happened so fast I couldn't even register it at the time. Though I had to pull Jason off, I was glad it was him who threw that punch and not me, because I'm pretty sure he would have let me punch until I saw red.

"Okay, okay Jason–that's enough–"

"No–it's not," he'd shrugged me off and I was so shocked by the harsh action directed at me, I could only watch him, really watch him. I don't think I've ever seen him that worked up. I hated that he might have been drunk, it made me wonder if he would have stepped in if he wasn't–no that was a crazy thought. Firstly, of course, he would, secondly, even if there was a possibility he wouldn't–it shouldn't upset me, at least not the way it did.

I pushed those thoughts to the very back of my mind though, and turned back to him. "Jason, you're drunk, let's go." I needed to find Aria and the other girls, especially if this "bet" extended to the Kahn's inner circle.

"You never should have come," The harsh tone of his voice gave me pause. I dropped his arm and put my hands on my hips, "you should've just listened to Elio," he shook his head, finally meeting my eyes.

I couldn't help the words that escaped my mouth next, "You're unbelievable–"

"–And you're a child–"

"–At least I'm sober!" I didn't mean it, not really. But I was just so worked up at that moment, and even though he wasn't all there, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he'd remember what I'd said, after he woke up, a year from now–probably forever. And in that moment I'd thought, good, let him never forget that I've seen him in his ugliest moments.

But then again, if I think that way, I can't forget that he's seen me in mine; that'd be hypocritical of me. I watched his eyes look me up and down, and then I watched him walk away. I meant to wonder after him, to apologize and make up with him, sober him up enough to the point where I could take him home, or maybe someplace quiet.

I didn't want him to think of this night and remember me being mad at him and judging him for his choices, even if they were bad because I knew he'd never judge me. I wanted him to know that I supported him, I always would. But then I got a text from Ali

Alison SOS. 10/31/2009 7:3 pm

and Ali never texted SOS.

"Hey, you ready?"

"Oh, yeah," I smile at Aria.

"That top looks nice, I feel like I've seen it before."

"It's new," I tuck a hair behind my ear, "maybe in a shop window?"

"Huh," she frowns, "maybe..."

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Chapter Nine

This one was pretty short, I know I said I was going to post twice yesterday. I lied–I'm sorry! Posting tomorrow though!

[lilyevanstan1325]

🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 12

Amaya POV

"I have something for you doll.Wait here, I'll be right back" Bucky tells me, leaning towards me to kiss me.

I lift myself up on my elbows and watch him head for the door.

“Really Barnes?Do you want to leave me here?"

"You will not regret!Trust me Snow"

He winks at me and leaves my room.

I throw myself back on the bed with my arms wide open.

I think back to the evening just passed and a huge smile makes room on my face.

I roll on myself until I find myself on my stomach, sink my face into the pillow, giggling like a stupid girl with her first crush.

I think back to the evening just passed.

To the beautiful moments that my wonderful and caring boyfriend made me experience.

I opened up a lot with him tonight, I told him about my parents.

And it was just as emotional when he told me about his past.

How Hydra ruined his life.

I sigh.

My poor James.

I turn my face to the side, losing my gaze outside the large window.

The New York skyline is always breathtakingly beautiful.

When I was little, my parents always took me to watch the sunset.

We reached a point outside the city and then walked up to the highest peak and sat there we watched the sun set over the city.

Dad always made me sit on his lap, it didn't matter if I was 6 or 13, he always made me sit on him and mom sat next to him stroking my hair.

I remember that mom always complained because dad parked the car at the foot of some remote hill and forced us to walk for even more than an hour.

At the beginning mom snorted and then dad lifted her off the ground making her spinning around.

And she laughed.

God!

She had the most beautiful laugh in the world.

They looked into each other's eyes and smiled, they smiled as if there was nothing more wonderful than being in each other's arms.

And then they kissed and I watched them rapt, almost enchanted, with the hope in my heart that one day I too would find such great love.

I think about Bucky.

Did I find this great love?

Can he be the one?

I don't know but in the bottom of my heart I hope so.

Bucky was able to re-emerge in me those feelings that over the years I had buried in the depths of my soul.

And even if the beginning of our story is not one of the most conventional, I feel I can bet on it.

I'm investing so much in this relationship that if it goes wrong, I...I don't even want to think about it right now.

The door finally reopens and the figure of Bucky stands out majestically on the door.

His large body completely fills the space around him.

He takes a few steps forward and closes the door behind him.

I sit up letting my feet dangle, which barely touch the floor.

We look deeply into each other's eyes.

A thousand words cross our eyes, we are communicating without the need for words.

He strokes closer, walks with his hands behind his back.

"So my surprise?" I ask impatiently.

Bucky laughs.

He comes closer until our legs touch and then he kneels in front of me.

"You're not going to ask me to marry you, right?" I ask, laughing, the voice veiled by a slight anxiety.

Bucky laughs even harder as he rests his forehead on my knees.

"Would you run away if I did?"

His wonderful eyes as blue as the sea linger on mine, scrutinizing me carefully.

I feel my face go up in flames and my heart accelerate race frantically.

My irrational part is screaming NO.

I wouldn't run away.

Indeed I would jump for joy.

But my logical side, the most overbearing, would suggest me to raise my heels and disappear.

I'm not ready for such a commitment and maybe I never will be for either Bucky or any other man.

I shake my head trying to banish these absurd thoughts.

"Maybe" I giggle nervously.

I don't want to offend him so I keep my answer vague and witty.

"Anyway, no my little robin, I won't" he whispers leaving me a light kiss on my left thigh.

A shiver runs through me.

Bucky moves his hands from behind his back and places a rectangular package wrapped in bright red paper on my lap.

"Open it" he urges me giving me a sly smile.

His eyes sparkle.

I grab the box and after tearing the paper I open it.

I remain motionless, eyes wide open.

"Too much?" he asks me visibly agitated.

“No…no…but red?Seriously?Anything less flashy?"

Bucky shrugs.

“Well the choice was between red and a leopard-print pink...so…”

Now it's me laughing.

"What do you think about it?" he asks me biting his lower lip.

I grab the handcuffs from the box and play with them.

The part that goes around the wrists is covered with a soft red fur.

"I say they're perfect even if I'm a little sorry to ditch our nice red tie"

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

"Who said we won't use it anymore?" so saying Bucky pulls his red silk tie from his back pocket.

"I'll use this to blindfold you, what do you think?" he murmurs in a hoarse voice.

I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

A shiver of pure excitement shakes me to the core.

I lick my lips thinking about how many wonderful sensations this man can make me feel.

I grab the tie from his hands and passing it around his neck I draw him to my lips.

"Why not?" I whisper before sticking my tongue in his mouth.

I kiss him with passion.

His hands go up my thighs.

The rattle of the handcuffs that I still hold between my fingers send a rush of pure ecstasy between my thighs.

Bucky breaks off my lips and stands up.

"Ok doll.From now on the time to play is over.Now it gets serious”

His bossy tone is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

"Get up" he commands with an ardent gaze.

I immediately get to my feet.

In my hands I still hold tie and handcuffs.

Bucky grabs the objects that occupy my hands and places them on the bed.

He goes around me looking at me, he looks like a lion studying its prey.

A wolf studying its prey.

Ready to jump on me and finish me off.

"I want you to choose a safeword"

"What?" I whisper.

I have a dry throat.

“A safeword.A word that if you say it will mean that you want me to stop.It won't be enough for you to tell me stop because that will just keep me going” Bucky explains to me.

I feel like I'm on fire.

"But...but I trust you"

Bucky smiles softly.

“This flatters me doll but I never want you to feel uncomfortable if something is too much for you.I'd rather you choose a word.Just to be safe” he explains, stroking my face.

His hand in Vibranium lingers on my cheek and I rock in his delicate touch.

I think about it.

A word.

After a few moments of silence I answer.

"Licorice"

Bucky chuckles amused.

"Licorice?"

"Yeah...I hate licorice" I reply, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

"Ok.Go for licorice” he nods seriously then he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me softly.

"At any moment, for any reason, just say that word and I will stop instantly.I don't want to hurt you and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.You understood?"

"Yes sir"

His eyes light up and he smiles.

"Good girl" he whispers stroking my hair.

He takes a few steps away from me and remains motionless to observe me.

"Take off your dress" he orders me and I gladly obey.

I open the zip on the side of my dress and let the straps slide down my arms so that the dress can then slide down my hips and down to my feet.

I step aside and kick the dress away from me.

I am completely naked in front of him.

The only underwear I wore were the panties that are now in Bucky's trouser pocket.

The only thing I wear are his military tags and my shoes.

I'm about to slip them off when Bucky's peremptory voice stops me.

“Don't take them away"

And I obey again.

Bucky resumes walking around me, leaving me a kiss on my bare shoulder.

My skin is on fire right where his lips just touched.

"Kneel" he whispers in my ear while he is still behind me.

I go down until I feel the hard floor below my knees.

I watch him in silence with my breathing speeding up slowly.

I watch him as he grabs the handcuffs and approaches me again.

"Put your hands behind your back my little robin"

I do and a moment later the soft fur of the handcuffs closes around my wrists.

Bucky positions himself in front of me, his arms crossed and a look of fierce passion.

A passion I had never seen in his eyes.

But there's more...

Behind that lust I can glimpse the pride and honor he feels in having me.

The boundless love he feels for me.

Without speaking, I try to communicate with my eyes how much I love him with all of myself.

He returns to the bed and when his figure reappears in my field of vision I realize that in his hands he holds the silk tie.

He approaches me.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes sir"

I feel the delicate silk wrapping around my head, obscuring my vision.

“With all of myself” I add when I no longer see anything.

I only feel his lips on mine.

It's such a sweet kiss that for a moment I think I've only imagined it.

I hear my heart pumping furiously in my ears.

Since he blindfolded me, all my other senses are on the alert.

I think it's the instinct of my killer side.

I try to breathe calmly, big and deep breaths.

I'm with Bucky.

He would never do anything that would hurt me.

I trust him.

And so slowly the sense of alert subsides, leaving room only for euphoria and excitement.

I hear a rustle and concentrating I realize it's Bucky's shirt slipping on the floor.

He's undressing and my body vibrates in response.

The clank of his belt rings closer than I expected.

He unhooks it and slips it out of his pants with a rustle that sends me shivers.

Then two dry thuds.

I think he took off his shoes.

I flinch violently when I feel something cold touch my back.

Bucky giggles.

"Relax doll"

"Sorry sir" I gasp as if I had just run a marathon.

Then I feel the same cold object again but this time it touches my neck and then the smell of the leather of his trouser belt fills my nostrils.

I feel it wrap around my neck and just tighten.

The metal of the buckle presses right on my throat.

A strangled moan leaves my lips taking me by surprise.

In response my body overheats, I feel my clit pulsing rhythmically.

The sound of his pants zip fills my ears and more rustles follow its.

I'm sure he's undressing completely.

A little tug throws me forward, I barely stagger but I manage to keep my balance.

The belt around my neck tightens as Bucky pulls it towards him.

My breaths get deeper as the grip of the belt increases the pressure on my neck.

My head becomes light.

Then suddenly the air resumes and circulates fully in my lungs but I don't even have time to catch my breath completely as his hand in Vibranium closes behind my neck, squeezing me and pushing me towards him.

My face collides with his hard erection and automatically my lips part.

I just widen my knees, without the help of my hands it is difficult to maintain balance.

I go out my tongue which immediately meets his tip.

Following my instinct, I follow its contours and then go down its entire length.

During its descent my tongue meets his hand, fiercely gripped around his erection, so I step over it to get to his testicles.

I grab one in my mouth and suck it.

A wild roar resounds in his chest.

Now both of his hands are lost in my hair inviting me to welcome him in my mouth.

And I let myself go submissive to his pleasure.

Compliant to his will.

Submitted.

I, who have always had full control of my life and my actions, am submitting to a man without any qualms.

Bucky expertly guides my movements while I can not help but give him all the pleasure I can.

He pulls my hair with a jerk and my head bends violently backwards.

His erection leaves my mouth abruptly.

I whine.

Bucky's sweet laugh resounds in the air.

"Open your mouth"

With my head tilted back and my hair pinched in his painful grip, I open my mouth and after a few moments something hot slips down my tongue.

Moaning, I swallow his saliva.

"Good girl.Such a good girl” Bucky growls.

Then I feel the tip of his cock lightly caress my lips and I open my mouth again.

And this time I suck him harder, moving my head at a brisk pace, rolling my tongue around his tip.

I use my teeth, barely nibbling.

Bucky's moan tells me he appreciates it.

I smile to myself as I continue my torture, alternating between tongue and teeth.

I understand that he is close to orgasm when his hands clasp the sides of my neck while his thumbs caress my cheeks.

"Oh doll...you are so good" Bucky gasps with heavy breathing then with two thrusts sinks into my throat and holding my face pressed against him is pouring all his semen directly into my throat.

I swallow with joy and pleasure.

He comes out of my mouth and walks away from me, leaving me gasping and shaking on the floor.

After a few moments his hands are around my waist.

He helps me get back on my feet and unceremoniously pushes me on my stomach over the bed.

I fall on it without grace and the air leaves my lungs with a hiss.

His gestures are rough.

Full of excitement.

Now there is no time for sweetness, for romance.

Now there is only the urge to fuck.

I understand.

I fully understand how he feels because I too am burning with the same need.

I don't need his cares now, I don't want his caresses or his sweet words.

I just want him to fuck me until I forget even my name.

I want him to make my legs shake and to shake my soul.

With my face pressed against the sheets, I feel Bucky's hand making space under my body and pressing on my belly invites me to lift my hips.

His breath tickles my pussy and I moan relentlessly.

"Please"

"Please what my little robin?"

“Please fuck me.Fuck me my sir”

Bucky laughs.

"Not yet doll, it's not time yet" he whispers and immediately after his tongue creeps into my fold.

I arch my back even more to expose myself to him.

"Please" I whimper slightly with my face pressed to the sheets.

I gasp violently.

Bucky's Vibranium hand just landed on my ass.

A sharp pain reverberates throughout my body.

My eyes fill with tears.

“I said IT. NOT. TIME. YET"  hisses Bucky.

I feel shaken and scared even if deep down a small part of me feels elated.

The line between pleasure and pain is blurred, and now the painful throbbing I feel on my buttock is becoming almost pleasant.

A rush of pure adrenaline lights up my body.

I just rub my thighs in search of a clutch that can give me relief.

Bucky's hands sneak between them.

"If you don't obey me, I will have to punish you"

At his words an idea invades my mind.

I smile between the sheets and I know he can't see me.

"But I want you to fuck me now"

I try to give a petulant tone to my words.

But I fail.

Bucky bends down and leaves me a kiss right behind my ear then he whispers "I know what you're doing doll.If you want me to hit you again you just have to ask”

My smile gets wider.

"Yes sir.Please do it again”

And he grants my wish.

He hits me again.

His Vibranium palm smashes against my sensitive skin again.

“Ahhhhhhhh” I scream in sweet pain.

"Now you will have to count for me doll.And when you get to ten I'll fuck you as you deserve” Bucky's voice rings authoritative in the large room.

And so he starts hitting me again.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

And so on.

I count to ten.

The voice comes out of my mouth more and more strangled.

In the end, I don't even feel the pain anymore.

Each slap seems to go straight to my clit.

I think I would be able to cum like that too.

On the tenth blow, I'm panting as if I've already cum.

The lungs burn and the heart seems to want to get out of my chest.

I feel my moisture dripping down my thighs.

Then Bucky brings both hands to my butt and penetrates me hard.

I moan his name.

Screaming with pleasure.

I feel it slip easily into my slit.

"Oh doll...oh fuck" he gasps firmly grabbing the chain that joins the two circles that constrain my wrists while with the other hand he crushes my head against the mattress.

And Bucky keeps his promise.

He is fucking me like never before.

His thrusts are powerful, almost animalistic.

“That's how you liked it, right?Is that so?" he asks me grabbing my hair and lifting my head a few millimeters.

"Yes sir"

Now his hand tightens around my neck pulling me up on him, my back pressed against his muscular chest.

I can feel every single breath of him.

I can feel the frenzied beating of his heart going in tune with mine.

He uses his teeth to pull down the tie that covers my eyes.

I blink frantically trying to focus on my surroundings.

The hand around my neck tightens while the one holding the handcuffs moves to my stomach to help me keep my balance.

I lean my head back in search of his lips.

I find them and take possession of them as he continues to push.

"You are my whore"

"Yes sir"

"Say it.Say it again"

"I'm your whore"

"Only mine?" he whispers on my lips.

"Yeah, only yours"

Bucky grabs me by the elbows.

I feel the orgasm coming.

I feel the waves of pleasure breaking inside me in an increasingly impetuous way.

I find myself handcuffed and kneeling on the bed, my back straight as Bucky keeps me in balance by supporting me with his hands that tightly grip my forearms.

The tags around my neck jingle with every thrust of him.

“Cum for me doll.Cum for me” Bucky gasps, growling like a beast.

And I do.

"James...oh James" I cum screaming his name.

My legs tremble so much that if it weren't for the disproportionate strength of the man who holds me up, I would have already fallen down without strength.

Bucky's thrusts increase as my muscles tighten convulsively around his huge dick.

Bucky cum filling myself with all of his sweet liquid.

I collapse in exhaustion with my legs tingling and my shoulder muscles on fire.

The pain due to the unnatural position that I have assumed so far begins to be felt.

Bucky comes out of my body and a hot gush drips out of my body running down my pussy.

An absolutely and delightfully obscene feeling.

I hear him fumbling behind me.

First he takes off my shoes freeing my aching feet from those deadly stilts and after a few moments a metallic click rings in my ears and my arms are free again.

I turn on my stomach, immediately massaging my sore wrists.

Bucky grabs me and lifting me up he makes me sit on his lap.

His hands immediately go to massage my shoulders.

"Are you ok Amaya?"

I can't find the voice to answer.

I'm still totally upset.

I nod just closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest.

He doesn't seem to like my answer.

“Amaya I need to know if you're okay.Talk to me”

I lift my head and find his worried eyes staring at me.

I smile sweetly and stroke his beard.

"I'm fine.It's okay”

He seems to calm down, his hands grab my face.

"I love you!You know this, right?"

"Yeah...I guessed it" I reply.

Bucky rolls his eyes smiling.

I lift my arms with difficulty and tie them around his neck.

I feel my shoulder muscles burning relentlessly and a small grimace forms on my face.

Bucky looks at me with a worried frown but before he can speak I plug his mouth with a kiss.

"I love you too" I whisper on his lips.

We both smile and hold each other.

After a few minutes Bucky speaks again.

“Are you sure everything's okay?Did I do or say something too much?"

“James please stop.Everything was perfect.You were perfect”

I chuckle amused.

"I didn't make you so insecure with women" I add.

He laughs amused, throwing his head back.

“Oh doll I've never been trust me…but it's you.And I would never want to hurt you” he admits candidly.

The sweetness of him is disarming.

This man is capable of going from being a Dom to the sweetest and most caring of boyfriend.

I position myself better above him by straddling him.

I grab his face in my hands and he closes his eyes.

I kiss his forehead.

Then the tip of his nose.

And finally his lips.

"James.James look at me”

And he does.

His beautiful cobalt blue eyes stare intently at me.

"It was beautiful and I honestly can't wait to do it again" I admit giving him a wink.

He laughs and hugs me tightly, rocking me against his body.

The scent of his skin makes me feel at home.

"I have a surprise for you doll"

"Another surprise?"

“Yeah”

“I don't know Bucky.I don't think at the moment I could handle another of your surprises"

Bucky laughs heartily.

He takes me off his legs and gets up leaving me naked and alone on the bed.

“Why do you have to think badly?You're a little pervert my sweet robin”

I look at him skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"Knowing you, what else could I think?"

He doesn't answer me.

He picks up his boxers and puts them on, then lifts his pants off the floor and takes a small velvet pouch out of his pocket.

He approaches the bed and sitting next to me hands it to me.

I grab it with curiosity and loosening the tape that holds it closed I open it by pouring its contents onto my hand.

It's a military tag.

I look at it carefully and on one side I notice an engraving.

"For you.You changed my life.I love you.Forever yours. J.B.B."

My eyes fill with tears.

Suddenly I have no more words.

Bucky grabs the tag and fumbling with the chain around my neck adds it to the others.

I grab them in my hands, now in addition to its tags dating back to the war and blackened by time, the new one stands out.

A shiny and sweet promise of love engraved on the metal.

I squeeze them tightly in my fingers and Bucky's large hand tightens around mine.

I look at it with a heart that vibrates with love.

“You too have changed my life.In the most shocking and most wonderful way possible"

We kiss again, our tongues intertwined exchanging silent promises of love.

We lie down and I rest my head on his chest.

Leaving a kiss right on the scar from the bullet he took to save my life.

Bucky hugs me even more tightly, kissing my forehead.

“Thanks James.It was the best night of my life” I murmur on his chest.

“Thanks to you for being the most beautiful thing in my whole life”

And so embraced and lulled by the sound of his heart I fall asleep.

Bucky POV

I open my eyes that it is already day.

The sun comes in forcefully through the window.

I reach out but the bed is empty.

I jump up looking around and just at that moment Amaya comes out of the bathroom.

She is wearing only her underwear and her hair is wet.

"You took a shower?Without me?" I ask pretending to be offended.

She laughs.

The most beautiful laugh that human ears can ever hear.

“You slept so blissfully.I didn't have the courage to wake you up” she replies, sitting next to me and giving me a kiss.

"What time is it?" I murmur yawning.

"It's ten o'clock"

"We slept a lot"

"We needed it darling" she replies getting up and positioning herself in front of her closet.

I observe her fairytale body of her and I realize that something is wrong...

I get up and reach her and grabbing her shoulders I turn her towards me.

"What happens?" she asks me raising an eyebrow.

I don't answer her and with my eyes I scan her body.

She has a lot of bruises and they all match the shape of my hands.

Her ass, her hips…even on her neck I can see the shape of my fingers.

"Bucky?"

I grab her by the wrist and bring her to the large mirror she has in the bathroom.

"Look at yourself.You told me you were fine.That I didn't hurt you” I tell her, pointing to her marks on her body.

At first she seems not to understand but then following my gaze in the mirror she understands.

She smiles at me.

Is she smiling at me?

I see her roll her eyes and turn to me.

"I thought you had already played games like that"

"And what the hell does have to do with Amaya?"

“You know that bruises are a normal consequence of certain games”

“Yes but you are…they are too obvious Amaya.You should have told me I was exaggerating"

"James if you hadn't noticed I'm a redhead, my skin is very clear.I go black even if I think I'm banging.Don't overacting"

I take a deep breath and look at her.

Ok maybe she is right.

Indeed, her porcelain-white skin could make her bruises look worse than they really are.

Maybe I'm being hysterical.

"I'm sorry doll"

"Don't worry.It's ok indeed it's sweet of you to know that you care so much about me"

I smile at her.

"Will you join me for a shower?" I ask hopefully even though I already know her answer.

“No James.I'm going downstairs.Nat and the others are already at work.Join me as soon as you're ready” so she saying she goes back to the room and leaves me alone.

I wash quickly and after getting dressed wearing just black jeans and a white T-shirt I head to the kitchen.

I make some coffee and grab a couple of pancakes that someone has previously made.

It will certainly be Steve's doing.

I walk to the meeting room and notice that everyone is already there.

Tony and Bruce are checking some files sitting at the big table.

Steve and Natasha are watching some videos, each of them has a PC and a tired expression on their face.

Amaya instead is arguing with Sam, both of them are laughing.

She wears a pair of gray leggings that highlight her wonderful ass and a simple white tank top that leaves little room for imagination.

My tags hang around her neck, they unequivocally indicate who this beautiful and wonderful woman belongs to.

Then my eyes stop on the figure of Lucas.

He is seated and his eyes are glued to Amaya but as soon as he notices my presence he immediately looks away pretending to check something on his phone.

I sigh.

I finally enter the great hall.

“Hey guys.I brought the coffee”

I approach each of them pouring hot coffee into their cups.

And when Lucas's turn comes, I turn to him in the kindest way I can.

After all, I'm sorry for him.

He's in love with a woman he knows he can't have.

I know how it feels.

"Scott coffee?" I ask trying to be nice.

He looks at me suspiciously then turns his gaze to Amaya who encourages him to accept my olive branch with a nod of her head.

"Sure.Thank you" he thanks me hesitantly.

I try to break the tension.

"Don't worry Scott I didn't poison its"

There are a few moments of silence between us.

Then Lucas laughs.

“I wouldn't blame you if you did” he replies and I can't help but smile at his joke.

I approach Amaya who is watching me in disbelief.

"What's up?"I'm a good boy"

She smiles slyly and lowering her voice she whispers "You didn't seem like a good boy tonight"

"You were bad too tonight.If I'm not mistaken I even had to spank you”

We look into each other's eyes, eyes that shine with passion and complicity.

“Erm…Hello?I'm right here next to you”

Sam's voice blows up the bubble where we had taken refuge for a moment.

Amaya laughs turning to our friend.

Sam raises an eyebrow.

“My request is always valid.If you need a hand, I'm willing to help you" Sam says with a wink.

Nat and Steve laugh.

Amaya replies with enviable ease "Oh man but tonight it was like having you with us"

Sam's gaze becomes vacant for a moment trying to understand what Amaya is saying.

I already know perfectly well where she wants to go but I let her do it.

I want to see her audacity as far as it goes.

"Excuse me?What exactly do you mean Snow?" Sam asks her.

Amaya smiles.

A smile that shows off all her perfect white teeth.

"Wilson you just know that we made good use of the tie you gave him for Christmas"

We all burst out laughing, even Lucas.

Sam, on the other hand, has an indecipherable expression, his mouth wide open unable to reply.

Then he seems to recover and approaches Amaya, their faces almost touch.

I smile.

I know perfectly well that I can trust my friend so I just observe them amused.

“You think you embarrassed me Snow but know that it intrigues me.A lot.I have always been intrigued by a threesome”

I intervene.

“Hey pigeon man.I almost doubt that you are more interested in finding yourself naked in bed with me than with her”

And again we all laugh happily.

“Oh Sam, you need a woman” Natasha teases.

“I know Romanoff.I know it.Hey Scott what are women like in Washington?I've been out of business for a while…”

Lucas gets thoughtful then smiles back at him.

"There are beautiful women...but never like those of New York" and his gaze falls on Amaya.

"Hey blond" I call back snapping my fingers in front of his face.

"Take it easy or I'll have to reevaluate my stance on poisoned coffee" I threaten him.

In response he smiles at me slyly.

Amaya hits my arm.

"I'm kidding doll"

Not really but she don't need to know that.

Everyone goes back to their work and I take the opportunity to place two pancakes in front of Amaya's face who promptly wrinkles her nose.

"Amaya" I warn her in a serious tone.

"You have to eat something"

"But I want coffee too" she complains, putting on that adorable pout that I love so much.

"You will have it doll but first you have to eat something"

"But I..." Amaya does not even finish the sentence because something in my serious and extremely severe gaze blocks her.

But she is stubborn.

She always wants to win.

"I'm too busy" she snorts.

I do not answer her, I sit next to her and breaking a pancake I bring a piece of it to her lips.

She tries to remain impassive but then her lips curl into a smile and she opens her mouth compliant.

“Good girl”

I look at her profile as she chews.

She is so beautiful.

I take another piece and repeat the same gesture as before but this time a few drops of maple syrup runs on my fingers.

Instinctively Amaya stretches out her tongue licking my fingertips.

"Easy doll.We're not alone”

She smiles without turning in my direction.

I feed her another piece of breakfast and this time instead of grabbing it with her teeth she pushes forward putting my two fingers in her mouth as well.

I move uncomfortably in my chair and immediately scan the room with my eyes, but fortunately no one pays attention to us.

Amaya frees my fingers from the warm and persuasive grip of her mouth and this time she looks me straight in my eyes smiling brazenly.

I go to her ear and whisper “Tonight, when we're alone, I'll punish you my naughty little robin”

Her skin is covered with shivers as my hand grips her inner thigh making her wince.

I think back to this night.

I think back to her naked body, her wrists handcuffed.

I see her in my mind naked wearing only those wonderful and vertiginous heels.

Compliant and submissive to my will.

Biting my lip I pull away from her and push the plate in front of her eyes.

"Now eat and don't make a fuss"

And she does.

One piece after another she eats both pancakes I brought her.

After a few hours I find myself next to Steve and Tony is informing us about what he and Dr. Banner have found out about the theft of his old Arc Reactor projects.

Apparently the dossier on the kidnapping of him in Afghanistan, by Raza the leader of the terrorist group of the Ten Rings, seems to have disappeared into thin air.

And in that dossier there were also the files with the projects on the technology of the first Arc Reactor.

"Who stole it remains a mystery but so..."

"Oh shit!Oh shit!Oh my God!" Amaya exclaims, jumping up from her chair.

I immediately rush to her.

"What's going on doll?"

She soon becomes surrounded by everyone in the room.

"Amaya what's going on?" Natasha spurs her on.

Amaya's big green eyes focus on mine.

"Here we are.We got it honey” she exclaims visibly excited.

"Please baby let us understand what happens too" I ask her softly trying to capture her total attention.

“The missing piece.I found it.Look here” she urges us, pointing her finger at the monitor in front of her.

“This is the public bathroom on the ground floor” explains Amaya.

"The one where the bomb detonator was found?" Sam asks interrupting her.

Amaya nods and continues.

"Watch carefully" she says, starting the video.

We can see the inside of the bathroom.

The time at the top is 8:27 pm, exactly six minutes before the first explosion.

We see a man come in, wash his hands and go out.

Immediately after, a woman enters, very tall and with a fairly large build.

"Look at her pulse" Amaya whispers.

The woman wears a gold watch and a red bracelet, one of those made of woven cotton.

The woman enters the bathroom and exactly 6 minutes later the camera flickers due to the reverberation caused by the explosion.

A minute later in a fraction of a frame we see the woman who leaves the bathroom in a hurry.

"Have you seen?" Amaya asks.

For a moment we are all dumbfounded then Tony intervenes.

"What should we see kid?"

Amaya snorts.

“Friday could you play the last few seconds of footage number 2651?Play it on the giant screen please"

"Sure Agent Snow" replies the AI.

The same video starts all over again and again none of us can see what Amaya could have triggered in the throes of enthusiasm.

“Doll maybe you should get some rest.You've watched too many footage and…”

“Oh shut up Barnes” she cuts me off abruptly and then turns back to Friday.

“Friday shows the following footage that frame the subject coming out of the bathroom”

Other images follow one another on the screen.

Mostly the woman is framed who, despite the chaos around her, goes away very slowly.

Just as she is about to leave the building, a shot of her shows her straight in the face.

But something is wrong…

“Is she a man?I was convinced she was a woman” whispers Natasha, moving closer to the screen.

"Exactly" Amaya cheers then she continues.

“Look at his pulse.The same watch and the same bracelet"

"How the hell...how the hell is that possible?"

"Photostatic Veil, also known as a Nano Mask, is a mask capable of replicating an individual's face and voice.It was notably used by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra agents to impersonate others” Bruce intervenes.

"So this is the man who activated the detonator?" Tony asks.

"Exactly" Amaya replies again.

"We have our man"

Her voice is triumphant.

"Good job kid" compliments Tony by patting her on the back.

Sam hugs her and Steve shakes her hand.

"You did great Amaya" he tells her fondly.

I let her enjoy her moment of glory.

She deserves it.

She spit blood on this damn case, losing her and almost her reason.

She deserves all the honors of the moment.

Lucas also compliments her by hugging her in a short hug.

After a few minutes her emerald green eyes seek mine.

She approaches and I spread my arms to welcome her.

Her small body tightens against mine.

I stroke her back and kiss her hair.

"You've been amazing.Without you we would never have gotten there" I whispered in her ear.

She looks up smiling.

"Don't overdo it" she giggles.

"And you don't be too modest" I reply, kissing the tip of her nose.

Tony's voice catches our attention.

“Ok ok ladies and gentlemen.Could you give me your attention?Thanks.So I know we're all excited but we need to stay calm.Now we have a face and thanks to Friday and the S.H.I.E.L.D. we could identify him and follow his movements.Friday is already tracking all of his movements from public surveillance cameras.As soon as she has drawn a complete map of his movements she will notify us.Instead, thanks to the facial recognition software of S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Scott assured us that in a few hours we will have all the information on his identity"

Tony stops and then turns to Amaya.

“You were spectacular kid.Thanks.I knew having you on our team would only work in our favor.But still, don't get strange ideas in your head...there will be no increase in your paycheck for you"

Tony winks at her and Amaya laughs.

“Now we have to inform Fury” says Natasha.

"Sure" Tony grabs his cell phone and hands it to Amaya.

"To you the honor Snow" he tells her.

Amaya blushes and tries to refuse but Tony places the phone in her hand without hearing reason.

“Don't make a fuss kid.Call him”

Amaya looks into my eyes and I immediately understand that she is looking for my support so I reach her and grabbing her hand I drive her out of the room where we leave an excited buzz.

We head to the kitchen.

I grab a bottle of water and hand it to her.

She drinks it in silence.

"Are you okay baby?" I ask her.

Her blurry gaze refocuses on my figure.

"Sorry?" she tells me.

I approach her slowly.

I caress her cheek and she tilts her head to lull in my touch.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes.Except…I just thought about my parents for a moment” she sighs sadly.

"I'm sure they would have been as proud of you as we all are"

"Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely Amaya" I answer her.

I gently kissing her temple.

"Come on, call Fury and give him the good news" I invite her.

She grabs Tony's phone and scrolls through the phone book.

I watch her as she raises an eyebrow.

"Dipshit" Amaya exclaims, rolling her eyes.

I look at her with a questioning look.

“Tony gave me his phone but he doesn't have Fury's number in memory.I have to go to my room to get my phone” she snorts, visibly bored.

“Don't worry robin.I'm going.Where did you leave it?"

She thinks about it for a moment.

“I'm pretty sure it stayed on my nightstand.Are you sure you don't want me to go?"

"No doll.I'll be back in a moment"

I give her a kiss and walk towards the elevator.

Once I have gone up to the top floor of the tower, I walk towards her room.

I enter and head directly to the bed.

Just like Amaya said, her phone is on the night stand.

I grab it but in the movement of turning my hand bump into a book that was right on her bedside table.

It falls to the ground with a dull thud.

"Shit!" I exclaim, reaching down to pick it up.

As I lift it something slips from the inside and ends up on the floor.

I put the book down and bend over again to grab the sheet that fell.

I collect it and I realize that it is a photo, I turn it around to observe it.

A woman with a blond bob and a red-haired man smile embraced towards the camera.

They are Amaya's parents.

I'm sure.

And another awareness hits me in the chest, leaving me stunned and panting.

And I who was convinced that God did not hate me...

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 11

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey’s new guests cause her to seek Elvis’ support.

Warning: Swearing, racial issues

Note: Happy Birthday Austin!

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The man stands quickly, amazed and unable to take his eyes off of me.

I study him; Tall, blonde, about in his 40’s, clean but not necessarily rich looking, though the woman with him looks as if she has no problem taking care of herself.

My mom jolts up simultaneously, walking over to me. “Honey,” she says softly, taking my arm, “this is Charles Beau.”

My neck cranes back in confusion. Charles Beau? Am I supposed to know who this is? Why does it almost sound familiar though? Beau. Beau? Wasn’t Ma just talking about a Beau?

Then my heart sinks.

Oh my God. It can’t be. But how? After all this time… why now?

I feel my body begin to shake and I can’t stop tears from immediately burning my eyes.

“Could you give us a minute, please?”

“We’ll wait outside.”

My breathing quickens as thought after thought comes flashing through my head. “How did he find us?” I whisper.

Ma gulps, going silent for a good moment. “I had to put the house under his name.”

I close my eyes shut tight, letting tears dampen and fall past my lashes. I grimace at the wetness in my eyes, feeling as though the situation doesn’t even deserve such a reaction from me. I feel anger bubble up inside me, causing me to push away from her and pace across the living room. “I used to tell myself he died as an excuse. I came up with every possible reason to make it hurt less, but now you’re telling me this whole time he’s known exactly where we live and not once did the fucker think to stop by?!”

“Honey!”

“Who’s the girl, huh? The reason he stayed? Your replacement?” I spit out.

“Honey, watch your mouth!” She shouts threateningly at me.

I stop in the middle of the living room, breath hitching against my chest as I finally face my weakness. “My daddy’s name is Charles?” A sob escapes my lips as tears roll down my cheeks.

Tears form in her eyes from watching me break down in front of her. She cautiously stands in front of me.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me nothin’?”

She reaches her arms around me and holds me tight. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She cries into my shoulder as I do to hers. “I ain’t seen him in 20 years. I didn’t know what kind of man he was no more or if he even wanted to speak to us. I didn’t want you gettin’ your hopes up, tryna find him only to come back disappointed with whatcha got.”

She pulls away, holding onto my arms for strength. She takes a deep breath. “But, don’t go gettin’ all mad at him now, okay? He has his reasons and I still ain’t tell him you’re his baby yet, but by the looks of it he done figured that out already on his own.”

The door creaks open behind us. I close my eyes, trying to tuck away my anger, before turning my neck to look at them, not yet having the strength to face him with my full body.

“Can we come in?”

Just then, he begins walking towards me. I gulp, fighting the urge to whimper in fear while I search my mind for the right things to say. He stands beside me.

“How much did you hear of that?” I ask, unable to think up anything else that would be laced in pure rage.

“Enough.” He gulps, looking at the floor shamefully. “And I’m sorry.”

I scoff, pouting and crossing my arms like a child.

“I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I swear I never knew about ya. I wanna be in your life. Please.”

Without my consent, tears burst from my eyes.

Ever since I was little, I thought of all the things I’d say to him. I’d go off on him about not searching the country for us. I’d be strong and show him how rich and successful of a daughter he had, no thanks to him, but it seems my plans are now ruined. Despite the powerful anger my inner child has towards him, she is also equally as weak and wants nothing more than to finally run into her daddy’s arms.

I cover my face with my palms, embarrassed that I can’t keep a collected demeanor in front of him like I have been practicing for my whole life.

Then, I feel his large arms wrap around me, comforting me while I lose myself. 

I don’t know how long we stay like this, but I don’t pull away until my sobs fade away and I’m able to maintain a straight face. I apologize, wiping my tears away.

“Please, it’s more than alright.” He pats my shoulder, but quickly retreats, providing me with any space I may need. “I never properly introduced myself. I, um, I’m Charles.” He holds out his hand.

I sniffle, looking at it cautiously before finally deciding to take it. “Honey.” I say from the depths of my stuffy nose.

“Honey.” He repeats with a smile.

A weak smile manages to creep onto my face, but it’s short lived when I’m reminded there’s still one last problem to address in the room and she’s sitting at the table, waiting to be deciphered.

Turns out the woman with him isn’t Ma’s replacement, but mine.

“I have someone else I want you to meet.” He holds his hands out presenting the woman, who clearly does not want to be here. “This is my daughter, Pearl.”

I almost choke on air. “You- You have another daughter?”

“She’s my sister?!” The woman, Pearl, bolts up from her chair.

We glare at each other, looking the other up and down. She looks like the epitome of the color white. She’s dresses in pastels with a fluffy, white coat, neck adorned with shiny jewelry. Her hair is perfectly styled and her skin looks as though it’s only washed in the freshest of holy water and powdered by angels every morning.

We look like complete opposites, just each with blonde hair, though hers is much lighter than mine.

Our dad notices the tension. “Well, perhaps I best go check the Motels. See if they got any rooms left.”

But Ma stops him. “Why don’t you just stay here the night? I can make room.” I look at her like she’s insane, but she never bothers to look back.

“We couldn’t.” He insists.

“Really, it’s no trouble.” I groan on the inside. Please, just let him leave. “I think it’s best we all get to know each other better.” Her words make me feel like I have to throw up.

Pearl gets up on her toes and whispers in her father’s ear. “Daddy, I ain’t stayin’ in no colored neighborhood.” 

I scoff in surprise, hearing her words travel to my ears despite her lazy effort to keep quiet. I’ve had enough of this for one night. 

I walk my way to the kitchen while they discuss the new living arrangements. I pick up the phone, dialing the only number I know by heart.

He answers with a yawn, making me instantly feel guilty. “Elvis?” I ask quietly, so no one but him hears.

“Honey? Thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“Can I, um- Can I spend the night with you? I know you probably just got back home and I hate to burden you, but I really can’t be home right now.”

His tone changes immediately. “Honey, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I’ll explain later. Can you pick me up?”

I hear his bed sheets rustle in the background. “Yeah, of course, Bumble. I’ll be right over.”

I hang the phone back on the wall, feeling a knot in my stomach. I should have just let him sleep. What if he hurt himself while driving all tired like that?

I sigh, heading upstairs to grab a bag of things before walking past the circus in my living room. “I’m leaving.” I say, not bothering to wait for their protests as I put on my shoes.

Ma puts her hands on her hips, frustration already present in her face. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“You know where.” And just like that, I’m out the door. Elvis isn’t going to be here for at least another 5 to 10 minutes, but I sure as hell ain’t waiting for him in there.

I wait at the end of the block, far away from the windows of my house. I wrap my arms around myself to shield me from the night winds, dress blowing out behind me.

Soon enough, I see a pink blur swish around the bend. He comes to a quick halt in front of me, his tired screeching at the sudden command.

“The hell you doin’ outside?” He shouts, putting the car in park and jumping over his door to run to me. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say, brushing him off and impatiently walking around the car to my side. However, he stops me just before I can.

“Hey!” He chases after me and takes my hand, spinning me to face him just before I can reach my door. He holds my face in his hands, looking me in the eye sternly. “Are you alright?” He asks once more, demanding my answer.

I sigh, feeling too overwhelmed to talk about the real problem at hand, but appreciating his efforts nonetheless. “Yes, Elvis. I’ll find a way to get by. I just need to get my mind far away from this house right now.”

He drives us to his house while I attempt to pretend everything is actually fine, but it’s not fine. I can’t believe it. It can’t be true. My dad? A new sister? In my house? The whole drive I sit there with a burning lump in my throat.

When we arrive, I find myself dumbfounded. Graceland. It’s easy to forget about your troubles in a place like this. He had only talked about it a few times, but seeing it in person is something different. Columns, a front gate, an acre of lawn littered with Cadillacs and other toys. It’s the biggest house I’ve ever seen.

He laughs at my amazement. I can’t take my eyes off of it, so much so that I nearly trip on the stairs from getting distracted by the stone lion statues out front.

“Darlin’, I know it’s a real nice house, but you’re gonna get yourself hurt walkin’ straight into cement like that.” He chuckles out.

He walks me to the front door, taking the key out from his pant pocket. “Everyone’s asleep right now, so Imma need you to keep it down ‘til we get to my room, alright?”

I nod.

He takes my hand, sneaking me through the dark house and up the stairs. He quietly shuts his bedroom door behind me, telling me to make myself comfortable.

I tell him I’m going to get changed and bring my bag to his bathroom, his own personal bathroom. I wish. Once behind closed doors, I dig through my bag for that babydoll nightgown I brought with. I smile when I feel the lace graze past my fingertips, then I take it out and slip it on.

I peek outside the bathroom, finding him already in his ‘pajamas’, which,  from what I can see, just means shirtless. He’s occupied with something on his nightstand, not noticing I’ve come out already. I creep out, tiptoeing over to him before suddenly bouncing onto the bed.

He whips around to face me in shock until getting choked up, seeing what I’m wearing. “Well, God damn. And to think I used to daydream ‘bout you in a moo moo.”

I giggle, crawling over to him to plant a kiss on him.

He secretly eyes the shirt dress while shaking his head with a smirk. “I hate to put your teasin’ to an end, but I am real tired, Bumble.”

I nod, backing away to get under the covers. “That’s okay, baby. I know.”

He reached over to the light on the nightstand, switching it off before getting settled on his side.

I cuddle up against him, embracing his warmth and he accepts me with open arms. “I’ve always wanted to sleep with you.” I whisper.

His brows furrow. “Now, don’t go gettin’ all dirty on me, Honey. We talked about this.”

“No!” I laugh. “Just sleeping, cuddling, your heartbeat singin’ me a lullaby, that whole thing.”

He hums, amused but tired.

I decide to quiet and let him get his rest. I press my head against his chest, that heartbeat I was talking about soothing me off into dream world.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of the bedroom door shutting. I rub my eyes, groaning. I open them seeing unfamiliar sheets, making me panic for a moment, before remembering I’m not at home.

A blur of Elvis walks towards me. “Mornin’ Bumble. Went downstairs to warn everyone that you’re here. Didn’t need Mama getting all surprised about it. Got you some breakfast too.”

He places a plate on the nightstand, the glass clinks against the wood.

I groan, burying my face back into the soft pillow again.

He laughs, climbing over me to kiss at my ear. “Now, come one, baby. I wanna introduce you to my family. Mama’ been askin’ ‘bout you.”

I giggle at his ticklish touches, shielding my ear from any more kisses. “Okay, okay, I’ll get up.” I flip over to face him, letting my eyes get adjusted to the light. He watches me with a smile while I surrender to awakeness.

We share a sentimental look, before he quickly gets out off the bed and throws me over his shoulder. “Alright, you’re takin’ too long. I’m bringin’ you down myself.” I scream out a laugh, holding on to him tightly.

Once breakfast is eaten and I’m dressed, Elvis ushers me downstairs.

The bottom half of the house is much more lively than his bedroom; boys and roosters run wildly through the house.

Elvis laughs at my bewildered expression. “Yep, that’s how things go around here.” He places a hand on my back, gently pushing me in the direction of the dining room. “Here, come over to Mama first.”

I gulp nervously. She used to be like a second mama to me, but I haven’t seen her in nearly 10 years. She was the only white woman that ever gave me the time of day and I couldn’t be more grateful for her acts of courage to go against what was normal.

Her and Elvis’ father, Vernon, sit at the dining table.

“Honey.” His mother stands from her spot, coming over to me with wide arms. “Oh, sweetie. How you been? How’s Loretta?”

I smile. “Ma and I are fine.”

She pulls away, examining my face. “Well, ain’t that good to hear. Come on over, have a seat.”

She pulls out a chair for me. I thank her, Elvis and I sitting down next to each other.

His father looks at me in silence from across the table.

I never knew much about Vernon, but something always told me to keep my distance. He seemed rather… detached emotionally. Always seemed like the more logical, political type, and let me tell you, Elvis ain’t with me for any of those reasons. Because of that, I have my doubts Vernon favors me over any other girl his son can bring home.

“So, what news do you bear, booby?” Gladys asks, sitting back down in her spot.

“Well, obviously I can;t do the show anymore, or much anything else for that matter. Damn Senator’s been ridin’ my career like hell in a handbasket.”

“And what say that Colonel man?”

“Colonel says he’s lookin’ to get me into films. Says takin’ a break from music might be the best thing for me right now.”

I look at him in disbelief. Quit music?

“Sounds like a bunch of banana oil to me, all this TV and movie bushwa.” His mom responds.

He sighs. “Look, Mama. Colonel knows a lot about this kinda stuff. I promise, once this is all over, we’ll be ridin’ in high cotton, you’ll see. I’ll getcha anything you want.”

She eyes him suspiciously. “I just don’t trust him, baby.”

He leans forward, resting his arms on the glass table. “Ain’t you happy, Satnin? Look at all this stuff he brought us. You ‘member when I’d have to put my first suits on layaway? You wanna go back to all that?”

“At Least I knew you’d be back home for dinner.” She sighs in defeat.

Listening to their conversation, I can’t help but feel small and unworthy. Elvis has a whole ‘nother side of him that I’ve never seen. All this Colonel, Senator, movie, and money stuff. I have no clue what to make of it all. I’ve only known the poor Tupelo boy that would sneak away from his best friends to go watch congregations with me and pretend to be superheroes. 

Maybe Ma was right. Maybe all this fame and publicity is something beyond what I’m ready for. Clearly my vision can’t see anything past the Mississippi border.

“Come on, Honey. I wanna show you to the rest of the family.” Elvis says, holding my hand.

I follow him to the front of the house. We walk past the living room, where an old woman is seated. Grandma Minnie, sweet old thing she is.

“You ‘member Dogger?” He gestures towards her.

I wave and she greets me with a kind smile.

We walk outside to where all those boys from earlier are now tossing a pigskin around. “There are the cousins; Red, Junior. George, Billy, and all the rest of the hillbillies.”

Billy jumps on George’s back, causing him to stumble over in my direction. “Giddy on up, now!” He shouts. I step out of the way as they tumble to the ground, barely missing me. 

Elvis pushes on them angrily. “Come on, Billy! Whatcha doin’?”

He laughs, getting up from the ground, before freezing once making eye contact with me. “Woah! Who’s the girl?”

Elvis pushes his shoulder once again. “Now quit your lookin’ before I make your teeth rattle.”

Billy huffs, stomping away, and Elvis lifts his leg as he walks past, pretending to kick him.

George shyly comes up to us. “We’re real sorry for bumpin’ into ya and roughin’ you up and all.” Then, he quickly runs after Billy to escape the wrath of his older cousin.

“I’m real sorry ‘bout them.” Elvis says, still glaring at them.

“S’alright, baby. It’s cute seein’ you with everyone.”

I stay outside with them until the sun gets low, watching Elvis play football with his family and thinking what I’m going to do with mine, I dread going home tonight, but Elvis insists that whatever is worrying me I should just face it head on.

He drops me off at home, that same green Chevy still parked outside. I walks in, finding everyone crammed into the lying room. Mom and Dad turn to look at me, instantly huddling over me the second I enter the house.

“There you are, baby. I was wonderin’ when you’d come home.” My mom says, doing her best to hide her anger that I never called and that I just slept over at a boy’s house.

“I told you where I was going.” Then I sigh. “And Gladys says hello,” I add to ease her worries.

“Well, at least I know you were in good hands, but that don’t mean you can just run off without callin’.’”

My dad buds in next to her. “Your mama’s right. I know we just met, but I’d still hate to see sum’n happen to ya. You never know what kinds of people you’ll run into out-”

A knock comes from the door.

I look over my shoulder with a brow raised, trying to peek through the crack in the window curtain to see who it could be. I excuse myself from them to go open it, seeing a familiar face through the peephole.

“You left your bag.” Elvis smiles at me, handing the item over.

I thank him, kissing him on the cheek, but before I can quickly shut the door on him, my father’s attention is caught.

“Who is that?” His booming voice calls from behind me.

Elvis freezes, noticing the strangers in my house, looking back to me for guidance.

I gulp, opening the door wider to allow him in. “He’s a friend of mine, Dad.”

Elvis looks at me with wide eyes. ‘Dad?’ he mouths. I nod. He turns back, staring at my father in awe, now understanding why I ran out of the house so quickly last night. He fixes up his clothes, and reaches his hand out. “H-Hello, sir. It’s an honor to meet you.”

However, my father never offers his hand back, standing arms crossed while giving Elvis the evil eye.

“Okay! He really needs to go back home to his mama, so I think it’s time to say goodbye.” I place my hands on Elvis’ chest, pushing him to walk backwards and back out the door.

“Well, Honey, I-”

“Goodbye, Elvis!” I say, forcing him outside. ‘Sorry. Love you.’ I mouth, before slamming the door shut. I huff, turning back to my parents.

“You- You’re seein’ a white man?” My father asks.

Ugh! My parents are a real couple of hypocrites about this stuff. “Frankly, I think it’s none of your business.”

Then a loud gasp comes from the top of the stairs. Pearl stands with her jaw dropped to the floor. “Was that Elvis Presley?!”

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

---

Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 

[imagining-in-the-margins]

The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 4)

Summary: Reader has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, which her Professor is hellbent on making a little bit better. A/N: If y’all thought you hated Kyle (bathroom bitch boy), just wait until you meet the new antagonist (of the female variety) here... I hope you all enjoy! 😚 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Sexual themes/fantasies Word Count: 6.3k

MASTERLIST | Series Masterlist

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Einstein once attributed his genius to his childlike sense of humor. Studies performed since then have largely proven his point — funny people tend to have higher IQs, which makes sense when you consider the cognitive and emotional intelligence required to produce humor.

Spencer Reid was no exception. The only problem was that his humor was so remarkably niche and impossibly specific that barely anyone could understand the punchline. He insisted to me that he’d gotten better over the years, which I only barely believed… until he told me a joke that hadn’t left my mind since. A joke that he described as ‘just crude enough to make it palatable to the layman.’

"Caffeine and Viagra are both phosphodiesterase inhibitors,” he’d said — a slow start if there had ever been such a thing. But I held on to hope, hanging on the ecstatic, guileless smile he wore. And boy, was I glad I did, because what he’d said next broke me into a frankly embarrassing fit of giggles that returned with the memory every time.

“Which explains why both of these drugs keep you up all night."

The poor barista stuck working the busy early morning shift eyed me like I’d grown two heads when I once again devolved into laughter for no apparent reason. I almost felt embarrassed about it, but then I reassured myself that if she’d heard Dr. Spencer Reid tell a drug-induced-boner joke, she would also laugh about it forever.

I’d been thinking about him a lot lately. Not in a perverse way, either, despite his increasing comfort in breaching such topics in my presence. It was more like I’d started to infuse him into my every day, finding him in whatever way my brain would allow. While I made my way to his office, I breathed in the soothing scent drifting from the cups that were precariously perched in flimsy cardboard.

The smell took me back to quiet moments in his office. The kind of simple serenity that accompanied silence between two people who need not speak to share ideas. Where the second you looked away, you felt their eyes follow you, like the universe couldn’t maintain its structural integrity without one of you looking at the other.

It was intoxicating and alluring; so easy to lose myself in. Something I knew was dangerous for a number of reasons.

For example, when I am not paying the utmost attention to my surroundings, I have a tendency to lose track of where I am and what I’m doing. I also tend to… drop things. Especially hot and otherwise dangerous things.

Things like the two cups of coffee that finally became too much for shallow, defective cardboard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screeched as I became acutely aware of every place where scorching hot, drenched clothing hung on angry skin. Normally, I would at least try to sound more dignified while on my way to work, but it hardly seemed like it mattered anymore.

I was too busy hurriedly tearing at my shirt and dropping everything else I was holding. I’d gotten three whole buttons on my shirt popped by the time I remembered it wasn’t technically necessary. I dropped my bag immediately at the thought, tugging on the hem of the shirt and trying to bring it over my head.

Unfortunately, I still hadn’t regained my grace, and in the muddled mess of fabric, I’d also grabbed hold of my undershirt. Which meant that whoever was walking through the empty halls of the early morning in academia would find me, with my stomach exposed and clothing dripping while unintelligible curses flowed freely from my lips.

I expected most people would probably just turn around and leave. I probably would’ve. The giant splatter of coffee and the absolute idiot slipping in it were beyond saving.

But there was at least one person who saw the mess and stayed.

I smelled his cologne before I felt his hand was pressed over the bare skin of my lower back. Despite the fact my skin was burning, it welcomed the warmth of his touch. My body stopped at his command, waiting for him to break me free of the paradoxically frozen state I was in.

He pulled the shirt back down, just enough that I could see him when he wrapped his cardigan around my shoulders and started guiding me into his office, which I’d somehow managed to almost walk straight past in my daze. I wished that I could go back there, to the imaginary world where he hadn’t just seen me half disrobed and cursing while covered in the coffee that I’d meant to give to him.

Spencer’s hands left me once the door was shut, probably trusting, or at least hoping, that I could figure out the mess on my own. Oddly enough, I didn’t notice any signs of him staring at me. Like he only felt comfortable looking when I was clothed.

I tried not to think about it. Once I did manage to free myself of one of the shirts — without further flashing my boss — the anxiety brewing inside of me burst out in the form of frantic shouting.

“Hi Professor! I’m so sorry, I spilled the coffee!”

“Yeah, I... saw the puddle,” he mumbled, throwing a cursory glance back at the hallway before his eyes met mine with a terrifying level of compassion, “Are you alright?”

“Besides the boiling liquid on my skin and the horrid embarrassment? I guess,” I mumbled back before shouting, “Shit! This is why that woman sued McDonald’s! Why do stores serve coffee like that?!”

Spencer didn’t really say anything. In fact, he kind of just stood as frozen as I had been, staring at everything around me rather than meeting my eyes again. But while he seemed somewhat cool and composed, I continued to tug at my clothes to try and avoid the friction. It was then that he cleared his throat, covering his face just like he’d done when he saw me in an arguably more provocative position the week before.

Arguably, I said. I should have known that Spencer would win any argument. I should have considered why he was making such a point of not looking at me while I clawed at the white undershirt turned beige. But I didn’t. Not until I looked down to inspect the state of my skin.

I realized then that Spencer had been trying to figure out a way to inform me that not only had the coffee turned my shirt a different shade — it had also eliminated the opacity.

He could see my bra. Spencer Reid, my boss, was trying not to stare at my very clearly visible bra.

“God, this is the worst Monday of all Mondays!” I whined between half-sobs, “and Mondays are already bad, Professor!”

There must have been something else in that cry, too. Something akin to permission. Enough for him to step closer, managing to avoid looking at my chest in the process. I’d entirely forgotten that he’d wrapped me in his cardigan until he pulled it tighter around my shoulders like his own version of an embrace.

“That they are, Bunny.”

If my skin had been heated before, it turned to flames at the use of the nickname. It was honestly a pure work of magic that the liquid on me didn’t turn vaporize the second I’d heard the word.

Bunny?

I pushed the thought away as quick as humanly possible, focusing instead on the way my clothes were going from uncomfortably hot to frigid as a result of the usually refreshing air conditioning. But when I was once again reminded of the obvious undergarment, I sighed.

“I can probably ask a friend to bring me a replacement shirt, or just go to class like this,” I thought aloud, “No one really looks at me, anyway...”

Spencer’s response came immediately, his hands flying up in protest as he shouted, “No!”

I wasn’t quite sure how to reply to that, or even which part of the statement he was objecting to, so he was met with a wide-eyed, slow blinking stare.

“I-I mean, I have a shirt you can borrow. I don’t want to subject you to any further embarrassment,” he explained at a significantly more appropriate volume, “You can just wear my extra shirt.”

He turned away from me before I could respond, shuffling through something hidden beneath his desk that created more questions than answers for me.

“Why do you have an extra shirt?”

“Go bag,” he said in the most nondescript manner. It wasn’t necessarily abnormal, either. The question I’d asked didn’t spark any concerns in his mind, but it also wasn’t the question that I felt needed to be asked.

What I really wanted to say was caught in my throat. My hands clamped together in front of me tighter than my jaw that resisted opening to make way for the thoughts that felt more scandalous than they should’ve been.  

“U-Um, Professor don’t you think—“

“Here you go,” he offered with a smile. I took the large, plain black shirt with a hefty dose of caution, my hands shaking along with my broken voice that still couldn’t finish the sentence from before.

Spencer finally noticed the struggle on my face, and I watched his body move from comfortable to defensive in a matter of seconds. Like he was worried he’d done something wrong in trying to be kind.

He hadn’t, but I felt like I had.

“Won’t people... you know?” I mumbled, motioning a hand between the two of us, “I’m showing up to your class at 8AM wearing your clothes…”

I thought that the words alone would be enough. I thought that the gesture was overkill. But Spencer was still staring at me with his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed in thought.

I was going to have to say it.

Won’t they think we’re having sex?

There was no way I was going to be able to say it.

“Aren’t you concerned about people getting… the wrong idea?” I blurted out, instead.

The confusion on his face shifted to a clever little self-assured smirk so fast that I almost missed the transition. My stomach flipped from the sight, but then he spoke again, and what had felt like it was filled with butterflies turned to rocks.

“I’d much rather them gossip about something that’s not happening than watch the young boys ogle you instead of paying attention.”

It wasn’t the words, but the way that he’d said them. Like they were silly, like the idea of us being together was so preposterous it could only be entertained by people he perceived to be children.

I was foolish, too.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said with a wave, “Just worry about making this Monday a little bit better.”

“O-okay. Thanks,” I whispered, turning and running from the room only to be reminded of the mess I’d made. But the pool of tawny liquid on the floor wasn’t the most disastrous thing anymore. That honor was reserved for the state of my heart, begrudgingly continuing to beat despite being broken.

Scooping up my bag that I’d abandoned before, I tried to allow myself to be happy about the little things. For instance, the fact that the shirt Spencer had handed me was probably the softest thing I’d ever felt in my life. It made sense, considering the sensory issues he always described.

Still, I waited until I was in the safety of a bathroom stall before I buried my face in the fabric. It smelled just like him, a mixture of freshly done laundry and vanilla. Much better than the cheap, burnt coffee that covered me. Funny enough, that sort of smelled like him, too.

By the time I slipped into his clothes, I had almost forgotten his joke entirely. I was too lost in the joy of sweater paws from his cardigan and fabric that felt like a hug. Or at least, what I’d imagined a hug from him would be like.

The energy it provided me was a better pick-me-up than any cup of coffee had ever been. I kept my squealing as quietly as I could, bouncing in place just like the nickname he’d chosen to let stick. But before I returned to him, I felt something. A small, noticeable weight in one of the cardigan pockets.

If I’d thought about it for longer than five seconds, if I’d reminded myself that they were his clothes and not mine, I would’ve let it be. I wouldn’t have pulled the little object from its safe hiding spot. It would have stayed locked away, leaving me none the wiser of its presence.

But I didn’t think about it, and then there I was, holding onto the sobriety token I should’ve seen coming.

Not that it was a bad thing; I already knew Spencer had a history with drugs. He’d mentioned it in passing in class and was deeply involved with a number of volunteer programs around the area. At one point, I’d even taken it upon myself to research his history.

That research, while I regretted it now, feeling that it violated his privacy some way or another, led me to a second conclusion. As my thumb ghosted over the embossed number five, I realized that Spencer had been sober since he was released from prison.

My heart swelled with pride and relief that felt shameful. I didn’t want the token to have such a profound effect on the image of him I’d already crafted in my mind. Lord knew I didn’t need any more reasons to idolize him. And, at the end of the day, I’d only discovered this information by happenstance.

Part of respect, I decided, meant ignoring the way that fate seemed to push us together. If Spencer ever wanted my opinion on his sobriety or strength, surely, he would just ask. So, I slipped the chip back into the pocket and made my way back to him without worry for what it meant.

While I had no worries, Spencer was another story. I’d barely even made it through the door when he saw me. All of the papers he’d been holding immediately fell from his hands the same way the coffee had fallen from mine.

“Oh no! My clumsiness was contagious!” I laughed, bolting over to help him only to find his face an unhealthy shade of red. He chuckled back but said nothing else as he scrambled to pick up the loose-leaf that had splayed itself all over the floor.

Once we were back on our feet and as collected as we could be considering the circumstances of the morning thus far, his eyes met mine again. His cheeks were still flushed, unable to focus on anything specific and choosing to traverse my body the same way his hands had on Halloween.

“Sorry,” he mumbled in a way that made me wonder if he knew I could hear him, “I was distracted by how unfair it is that you look better in my clothes than I do.”

It was my turn to be flustered, but Spencer didn’t let the moment drag on. He tore himself away from me in every sense of the word, marching past me and halfway exiting the room before he found the courage to look at me again.

“Are you ready to head to class?” he asked as if it were an option.

I suppose to him, it was. For a second I imagined what the future would hold for us if I’d said no. What would he have done if I begged him to stay with me, instead? What if we rebelled against expectation and remained locked away in his office until we grew tired of one another? What if we never did?

My mind filled with fantasies of Spencer’s hands freely feeling my skin the way his clothes could. I could hear soft, breathy sounds of desire shaped like my name. For all of my inexperience, he would still find me intoxicating. He would grow drunk on me the same way a child finds endless joy in sweets that really ought to make them sick.

Then again, maybe he had grown used to the sugar. Maybe he wanted something more mature, a bitterness like molasses that was only earned from years I hadn’t had yet.

Regardless, I couldn’t really get into any of that. Instead, I just flashed a very awkward thumbs up to the man fifteen years my elder when I droned, “Sure am, Professor man.”

As stupid as it felt to do something so juvenile, the smile he gave was worth it.

“Alright then, Bunny,” he answered with his own little peace sign, “Let’s hop along.”

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It hadn’t even been a week since I saw her, scantily clad in the plush, socially acceptable equivalent of lingerie. It’d been even less time since I admitted my own weakness to her. I’d replayed the memories of her visceral responses to my touch enough times that I should be sick of it. But there was no tiring of her.

I considered deleting the photos she’d sent me, convinced that it was cruel to keep them when she’d only sent them while inebriated and undoubtedly exhausted beyond belief.

But when I woke up in the morning, my stomach still reeling from the knowledge of what I’d done, all that she’d sent was a curious collection of emotes and a very brief note.

“Oops!” she’d written, “Bad bunny?”

I put that phrase out of my mind immediately, unable to handle the way it incited the desire for destruction in my veins.

“I’m always glad to hear that you are safe.”

That was the end of the conversation, and I was grateful for that much. Even the few words we’d exchanged would haunt me until I saw her again. Of course, the torture ended there, but only for a few seconds before it was replaced with other images and words.

It’d been hours since I’d found her flailing about half-naked in the hall while uttering rushed curses that sounded too crude for her lips. It’d been hours since I felt the soft skin of her lower back and became lost in an entirely different set of fantasies.

It’d been even less time since I saw her standing at my door, pulling on the sleeves of my sweater and staring at me with nervous, shifty glances. Completely unaware of just how beautiful she was in her simplicity. How much more torturous it was to see her wearing my clothes than any lustful suffering that lingerie or nudity could elicit.

I thought that it would get better throughout the day, but it didn’t. It only got worse.

I’d stepped out of my office for barely half an hour, but I returned to find her curled up on the plush chair. Her shoes were slipped off, revealing colorful socks that clashed with every other neutral color she wore. It somehow made me want her even more.

I stayed stuck for a few seconds longer, watching her with bated breath and shameless admiration. She was so caught up in the papers on her lap that she didn’t even notice my presence until the door clicked shut. It was then that she turned to see me, allowing a smile to blossom across her face despite eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“What’s all of this?” she asked, gesturing to the collection of bags hanging from my wrists.  

“Did you know…” I started before my heart stopped at how she always leaned forward with excitement whenever I started a sentence that way, “that food is one of the best ways to solve a terrible Monday?”

“Which scientific study did you get that from?”

I paused again, debating telling her the many studies that would support such a theory, but then decided against it. Instead, I sought out her laughter and childlike joy that always brought out the best of her.

“Garfield,” I answered.

Sure enough, the office filled with the melodious sound of her happiness. I moved as quietly as I could, thinking back to when I was younger and thought of how powerful bottled laughter would be if I could capture it. Hers would surely right so many wrongs.

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to, but I figure it’s the least I could do.”

She approached me to assist before I’d even made it to my desk, and although I thought her hands were far too soft to be bothered with something like this, I allowed her to help.

“You could do nothing, you know. It was my own fault.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to.”

She laughed again, shier and shrinking into the sweater as she tried to find her place in such a domestic activity as sharing a meal with me in private. I thought of how it was a taste of my dreams.

Because as often as I did fantasize about her, undone, bare-skinned, and defenseless to my desires, I just as often envisioned her just like this. In fact, I found those fantasies more dangerous. They couldn’t be written off as mere lust. They were another, scarier thing.

“Well, lucky you I am an exhausted, broke grad student, so free food will always win me over,” she muttered, half-sarcastically but just sad enough to bother me.  

“Duly noted,” I said.

I hid away the promises I wanted to make. That if she were mine, she would want for nothing. That I would give her everything she needed to bloom. That I would prune away any neighboring flower that dared get in her way or block the sunlight. There would be no need to worry of predators or pollinators intruding, because she would belong to me and only me.

I would be her earth, her rain, and her sun. I would be surely and shamelessly selfish.

Her shoulders rose with a cheeky, excited little giggle once she had collected her food. I wanted nothing more than to let her enjoy it to her heart’s content… but there was a problem.

“Nuh-uh, no way,” I chuckled before she had a chance to return to the chair with her precarious paper plate, “Get in the other chair.”

Her face scrunched up, bouncing back and forth between the two seats in the room like she’d heard something so strange that it must have been a mistake.

“Wh— your chair?”

“I will not have you ruining another shirt today,” I explained. It caused the confusion to quickly shift to an embarrassed frustration within seconds. Just as she opened her mouth to protest my teasing, I continued with something I knew would tie her tongue until she could no longer argue.

“If you’re so worried about what they’ll say when you show up in my shirt, just think of how they’ll talk if they catch you wearing nothing.”

That stubborn little thing still tried. Her mouth floundered, strange sounds of protest starting but never finishing until she gave up. She sulked over to the seat with an odd amount of self-satisfaction. She settled into my space as comfortably as she always did. With an ease that was almost unsettling to my tired, tortured heart.

Swapping places with her for that little bit of time was a good idea. I hadn’t expected that it would bring me as much serenity as it did. My usually busy lips kept their focus on the food, opting to listen to her ramble about any and everything that came to mind.

It wasn’t until she was fifteen minutes into an explanation on her paper that I realized how little I’d tried to learn about her life outside of me. Whether it was self-preservation or narcissism, I’d never decided. But what I was certain of was that it had been a brutal form of self-sabotage.

Because as I sat there, watching her clumsily, excitedly swinging her fork and proving my point that it had been a good decision to give her the desk, I saw her for in a different light than before.

She was not just a beautiful, mysterious flower peeking through the concrete. She was the trembling giant, the clonal colony of thousands of quaking aspen trees. An extravagant network of roots that flowed far beyond the seed that started them.

This sprout might be new, but her soul was ancient and celestial, wise and immortal.

“Who knows?” she sighed, coming to a natural conclusion of a story I had almost missed while lost in daydreams and metaphors, “Maybe one day I’ll be a professor, too.”

“You’d be good at it.”

For once, it felt like she accepted the compliment without a fight. I considered it progress all the way up until she shot back a thinly veiled taunt.

“Thanks. Means a lot from someone who has 4 stars on rate my professor!”

“Don’t forget the chili pepper,” I jokingly returned.

“Not sure I’d get one of those.”

I knew that my disagreement wouldn’t amount to much in the grand scheme of things, so I opted for a slightly-self-centered flattery instead.

“Just show up in that outfit,” I said with a nod that barely hid my actual intention of focusing my eyes on the rest of her, “you’ll be golden.”

“You gonna let me borrow it in ten years?” she hummed.

It was a dangerous proposition, an implication that made the pitter-pattering in my chest unbearable. Rather than chasing her down the rabbit hole of fantasies, I just chuckled before I answered, “You know how to find me.”

Then it happened again. Her face slowly changed, growing from a cautious optimism to a yearning. A subtle hint of words left unsaid. And although she wet her lips and set down her fork, the words never came out. They stayed stalled in her throat, and there was no discernible way for me to drag them out of her without hurting the both of us.

When a loud knock resounded through the room, the thought ended altogether.

“Come in,” I grimly announced, recognizing the intrusive sound as the death rattle for whatever might have been said.

As the door opened, I realized the same time (y/n) did that we had forgotten that the rest of the outside world wasn’t familiar with our dynamic. They didn’t have the backstory of how she’d perched herself on my chair with her shoes off and wearing my clothes.

Torn between scrambling to take more socially acceptable positions and the knowledge that our hurry would make us look even more suspicious, we both opted to remain frozen in place like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming train.

When the door opened, however, I was somewhat relieved to see someone I found completely unthreatening. My closest colleague, a woman that should really terrify me all things considered, seemed mostly perplexed when she found a young girl in my seat.

She quickly turned to me, drawing out her words as she asked, “Oh. I’m sorry, am I... interrupting something?”

“No, what can I help you with, Candy?”

“I was hoping we could talk about my current paper proposal.”

She paused, and I took the moment to follow her glower to the flower still stationary behind my desk. (Y/n) stared back, seemingly frightened by the presence of the other Professor.  

“If you’re busy with... office hours…” Candy muttered before turning back to me, “we can always set up a meeting for a better time.”

Before I could address the possible tension or implication, the girl at my desk sprung to action, clearing off any sign of her presence as she spoke.

“You know, I actually need to get going.”

“Are you sure?”

She didn’t look at me when she answered, “Yeah, I’m sure your papers are more important.”

If I’d turned back to Candy, I might have seen the condescending scowl that was driving her away. If I’ve had any inclination or desire to look at Candy, I would have realized that (y/n) wasn’t trying to escape from her connection to me. She was just trying to get out of my way.

It didn’t make it any harder to watch her leave. I took solace in the fact that she held tighter to my cardigan, trusting me to keep her warm by proxy as she ventured back into the real world. The world where we couldn’t be in peace.

“Thanks for the advice, Professor,” she said before she left, “You were right. As usual.”

One last smile was shared, somber but sobering. A necessary break from the intimacy of the moment.

“See you in class.”

The office felt so much duller without her radiance, but my disappointment would have to wait. As much as I actually didn’t mind the world knowing how my heart hurt from her absence, I knew that it was best I didn’t let it impact her academic career.

“Sorry again for the intrusion,” my colleague said in a much happier voice.  

“It’s not a problem at all.”

She must have noticed the way it sounded like a lie, because her tone quickly shifted back to a slightly disgruntled confusion.

“I didn’t realize she was your student, too. What class is she in?”

It was juvenile, really, the way my heart fluttered so ridiculously at the mere mention of her existence. The excuse to discuss her again.

“Oh, did she not tell you?”

Candy just shook her head with a blatantly false smile.

“Unsurprisingly modest,” I laughed, making my way back over to my seat and running my fingers over the wooden armrests like it would be the same as touching her ghost, “She’s my TA.”

“Oh… I see.”

“She was the only one who would put up with me,” I offered with a chuckle. Self-deprecating humor was the only reliable personality trait I had. It was also, unfortunately, one that most women in my life despised and refused to let sit.

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

It sounded less sweet coming from her. I wrote it off as a product of the differences in their species. While the hummingbird of a girl who’d just flittered away was used to only drinking the sweetest, purest nectar, the bird of prey who’d entered relied on the work of others to gather the sweetness before they were devoured.

That wasn’t to say she was cruel; hawks are as much a miracle of nature as hummingbirds. I simply related to one more than the other. I understood one while the other remained a mystery. And I loved mysteries more than myself.

“So, you wanted to talk about your paper?”

“Oh! Yes,” she chirped, passing the packet over to me now that I’d found my way back to what she probably deemed my rightful place. “The conference is coming up so much faster than I anticipated, and I would love to hear your opinions on my first draft.”

I’d already started to read the first page when she spoke again, uncharacteristically bashful and anxious, “Since we’ll be presenting together, I figured...”

“Yeah, no problem at all,” I interrupted, not wanting her to dwell nor expand on the thought of us doing anything together any more than necessary, “I can send you mine.”

It felt curt, blunt, and off putting when I said it, but she didn’t take it as such.

“Wonderful. You have such a unique voice when you’re writing. It’s very refreshing.”

Immediately, a memory appeared at the forefront of my mind and led to a laugh that I couldn’t contain. Candy seemed pleased at the sound, and I felt the need to explain.

“Thanks. (Y/n) likened it to Ray Bradbury at one point, although in different and less flattering words.”

I could hear her clear as day, quoting my words with an overdramatized effect before laughing, ‘Pack it up, Bradbury, you’ve got more science stuff to explain.’

Of course, we both found her laughter-ridden explanation of the ‘meme’ far funnier than the original joke. She was probably the only person in the world who never seemed bothered by explaining everything to me ad nauseam.

“She is... certainly a choice as a TA,” Candy strained upon scrutinizing the smile that had returned to my face for the first time since (y/n)’s departure, “Will she be joining us at the conference?”

But then the guilt returned, wiping the smile from my face and replacing happy memories with deviant thoughts and fears.

“Oh... you know, I haven’t asked her.”

“That’s perfectly alright! I think we’ll do just fine without her.”

“Right...” I whispered, glancing back down at the stack of papers in my hand before setting it in the tray designated for (y/n). “I’ll have her look at your paper just in case.”

A lull in the conversation stretched past the point of comfort for both of us, and I glanced up at the woman I actually felt guilty for ignoring in place of fantasies that would probably never come to be. She hadn’t even done anything to warrant my disregard. She was an attractive woman — as beautiful as she was brilliant, really — she had worked very hard to garner my trust and academic collaboration. At one point, I had considered her one of the few potential candidates for something more than a purely academic partner.

But there was something about the way she looked at the honeyed girl that made my hair stand on end. A defensiveness and instinct that couldn’t be ignored.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“No, that was all,” she said as she broke from what I presumed to be her own daydream, “I hope your semester keeps going well.”

“Thanks, I hope yours does, too.”

I meant it, despite the aforementioned concern. I wished her well in the semester for both selfless and selfish reasons. I wished her well because she deserved it, certainly. But the other reason, the larger one, was that I hoped she would remain distracted. I hoped that she didn’t notice the way I would slip away from her affections to chase those from a more interesting challenge. One that remained mysterious, with hair covered in pollen and lips sweet with ambrosia.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Dr. Reid.”

I failed to respond to her again before the door shut because my hands were already busy with rekindling contact with another.

“I have a proposition for you, Bunny.”

“Sounds ominous. I’m in.”  

The fact that the response came before I could even shut off the display was so characteristic of her that I had to laugh.

“You haven’t even heard it yet,” I observed, to which she once again immediately responded, “Your point being?”

“I’m afraid this is an obligation that does require some expansion before agreement.”

Her response was slower, then, and I could almost see her with a slight panic and overwhelming curiosity that grew stronger by the second.

“Ominous and vaguely unsettling,” she said.  

I considered drawing it out further, letting her imagination truly run wild with the possibilities. But then I realized that if she thought hard enough about it, she might reach the same place that had immediately come to my mind.

“Would you like to attend the upcoming conference with me?” I relented, almost stopping there but then frantically tagging on the conditions I knew would be most likely to cause hesitation. “You’d have your own room, of course. The department and I will help with funds.”

But, as it turned out, I didn’t need to be worried.

“A cheap weekend away from school where I get to be a nerd with you?” she sent with another set of small, smiling faces I was only just starting to understand, “Of course I’m going to say yes, Professor!”

“Perfect. I’ll arrange it.”

“I can’t wait!”

Although I felt the same, I forced myself to end contact again. I put my phone out of reach to prevent myself from spoiling any more of my fantasies than I already had. I didn’t need her to second-guess the possibilities of a weekend away together now that she’d already agreed to it.

The thought alone sparked guilt anew. Through the entire interaction, I’d infused each word with a charge that shouldn’t have been. Each line was far more provocative than it needed to be.

It was just an academic conference. Most people found them terribly dull, not to mention physically exhausting. It would not be a time away like most couples dreamed of because we were not a couple in any sense of the word.

Yet… I couldn’t help but feel that perhaps there weren’t as many differences as one might think. Because while yes, most people would be bored, I didn’t think Bunny would be. Clandestine meetings made between conference meetings sounded exactly like the kind of dreams we would share.

I believed it so strongly that my mind had already drafted several narratives that would suit her. I pictured her and I sharing company in public, unafraid of public displays of affection — innocent, childish kinds, of course — because we were miles away from those who might care.

That drunken, lust-inducing, half-lidded gaze from the week before would return. Except this time, I would taste the wine on her tongue, my hands sliding not over fluffy fabric, but the same skin that I’d felt for the first time that morning.

Behind our door, I would teach her so many things. Things that she would have begged me for. Things that others would see written on her skin in the shape of my fingers and mouth. Things that she would carry with a straighter back and dripping down her legs.

I didn’t just want to destroy her. I wanted to break her so that I could build her back with gold-laced lacquer. She would be my kintsugi creation full of sugar and honey, just imperfect enough that the sticky residue of her sweetness would slip through the cracks to coat everything she touched.

And then she would touch me, and I might finally feel like I deserved anything at all.

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| Part Five |

[flower-slut004]

Tales Of The Moon

Anonymous asked: Issac Lahey x reader with prompts “your lying! say it’s not true” & “stay away from me” where they have been best friends before he got the bite and he’s been distant and he ‘changed’ so she does her research and finds out he’s a werewolf with fluff at the end (I accidentally deleted the request, I'm mad at myself.)

omg, you have no idea how happy it makes me someone asked me to write from the prompt list. I love you Italics are flashbacks/Sunflower is your nickname. "And that's why I don't like using blue eyeliner" Yn huffed as she finished her story, laying upside down staring at her ceiling. Isaac scrunched up his nose as he looked at her "All because of some idiot? Who are you and have you done to my Yn?" he teased. "haha," she laughed dryly as she threw her pillow at the boy. Catching it in his hand, he smiled as he looked down at the object in his lap. His smile broke as he cleared his throat "Hey sunflower?" Yn hums in response as she turns right side up to look at him. Isaac struggles to find the words as he looks at his best friend. "Do you...um.." he tilts his head and laughs nervously. "Do you promise we'll always be friends? Like best friends and not the type of friends that are like 'yeah we're friends... okay ow.." he reacts when his rambling was cut off by another pillow being thrown at him "Of course we'll always be best friends Lahey. You can never get rid of me" she teased as she walked over to him. "You could get rid of me though" He sighs sadly. Yn shakes her head "Never in a million years Lahey. Cmon, let's go get something to eat. "Hey Lahey...Lahey I'm talking to you" Yn yells as she tries to catch up with the now confident boy. "Are you deaf?" she joked, not believing the week that she's been through with him.

He continued to walk away until she grabbed on his leather jacket and yanked him into an empty classroom.

"Isaac, what's wrong with you? You're completely different. I've been calling and texting. You haven't answered. Why are you hanging out with Erica? Is she your new girlfriend? No hate just hurt you didn't tell me you liked her. Also, why are you hanging out with Derek Hale? He's like 20 something... oh my god he has you selling drugs doesn't"

Isaac slammed his hands on the table to stop her rambling causing her to flinch. Looking down at the table, he refused to meet her eyes and curled up his fists.

"I'm not dating Erica and Derek isn't a drug dealer. Stay away from me Yn... I find you annoying and obnoxious" he snarled, not daring to look her in the eyes.

"I find you annoying too but" Yn joked but Isaac groaned "No you're so fucking annoying. You never shut up. I don't want to be your friend anymore."

Stepping back from him, she watched her former best friend as he stormed away.

Broken-hearted, Yn stared off until Isaac turned the corner and disappeared from her view.

Later that night Yn decided she wasn't going to let her best friend go. She knew it was stupid to walk in the woods by herself at night but she had to get her best friend back.

Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the crunching of leaves behind her.

Growls stopped her thoughts and frozen in fear, Yn swallowed as she didn't dare to look over.

"Fuck..."

Everything happened in a flash all she remembered from that night was his golden eyes.

Weeks past and Yn noticed more strange behavior from everyone around her.

Her new friend's antsy behavior around the full moon and wolfs howling at night.

Yn spent those nights researching and questioning everything. Until she stumbled about a website. Tales Of The Moon

Staying up till the sun rises, she finally figured out everything. All the things she grew up thinking were tales weren't.

Her best friend is a werewolf.

Later that week, she cornered her former friend in the classroom. "Say it's not true..." she swallows her fear. Isaac avoids her eyes "I have no idea what you're talking about"

"You're lying. I know you're a werewolf Lahey" she whispered. He watched her and opened his mouth like a fish out of water.

"Please don't be scared of me...I'm still the same Isaac" He whispered. Yn scoffed "Yeah right, the old Isaac would never ignore me even if he was a werewolf"

"I had to ignore you. It was to protect you" He walked closer to her. Gently putting his hands on her face, he watched her expression.

"I hate myself for hurting you. It was what I was trying to avoid doing. Please forgive me..."

Yn stared into his eyes "Derek bit you, Erica, and Boyd didn't he?". Nodding at her question, Isaac sighed heavily as he rested his forehead on hers.

"I'll forgive you...if you promise not to keep me in the dark anymore" she whispers. Isaac's face broke into a smile as he nodded happily.

Giggling at his reaction, Yn pulled him into a hug. "I have one question though?"

"Anything"

"Do you gather as a group and howl at the moon?"

[bxcketbarnes]

Love in the Workplace

fPairing: Gardener!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader

Words: 4900+

Author's Note: I thought of this idea while staying at our hotel in California and it's the cutest fucking thing in the world. I love this. I hope you guys enjoy it as well! Let me know your thoughts!

"Sarah, I don't need this at seven in the morning," you tell your friend while adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You slam your car door shut, your eyes looking towards the entrance of the hotel.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener. "What is it?" Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

"Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired," you mention while walking closer to the place. "I gotta go."

Sarah bids you goodbye after telling you to let her know if something happens between the two of you. You shove your phone into your pocket and walk past him, your eyes glancing over his shirtless chest.

His blue eyes meet yours and you give him a shy smile with a wave. "G'Morning," he greets.

"Morning. First day?" You ask the man and a laugh leaves his lips.

"That noticeable?"

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. "Not at all. Just the first time I've seen you. I usually work every morning," you laugh and he smiles down at you.

"I'm Bucky," the brunette introduces and holds out his metal hand. You eye it carefully before smiling up at him. "Sorry, if my arm makes you uncomfortable."

"Oh, no, no. It's a real cool looking arm," you reassure him and Bucky lets out a chuckle.

His blue eyes look down at his vibranium arm after you let go, bringing your hand back down by your side. "Well, thank you. That's the first time I've heard that," Bucky mentions and you bite the inside of your cheek. "Hey, do these hydrangeas look alright?"

You adjust the bag on your shoulder and walk closer to him, inspecting the plants he planted. "They look really good. I love the colors," you tell him, and Bucky smiles while nodding his head.

"Good. Wanna make a good first impression," he explains and you chuckle, laying a hand on his metal arm.

"I'm pretty sure you've already made one if they hired you. The bosses are strict about hiring people."

Bucky runs a hand through his sweaty hair, your eyes raking down his shirtless body. God, he's attractive. You turn your head towards the front door of the hotel before glancing down at your watch, seeing it was almost eight in the morning.

"Well, I would love to stay and chat longer, Buck, but I've got to start my day," you mention and start to walk away from him. "I'll see you around."

The blue-eyed man nods his head and waves slightly. "See you around, doll."

Steve's head picks up when you step through the lobby doors and you smile softly at him. "Morning, Steve," you greet while stepping behind the receptionist desk. "Busy night?"

The blonde shakes his head and stands up from his chair, allowing you to sit down in it. "Not at all. It was extremely dead," Steve laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

You're about to say something when Bucky walks into the building, your eyes dancing over towards him. "Hey, Steve," he greets before his blue eyes meet yours. "Y/N."

A small blush covers your cheeks and you provide a small wave before sitting in the seat. Steve looks down at you, a smirk coming to his lips and you raise a finger before he can say anything.

"Hush!" You laugh and Steve joins in, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I didn't even say anything!" He laughs and you look up at him, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"No, but the smirk on your lips said everything."

Steve gathers his stuff while shaking his head as you sign into the computer. A customer walks up to the counter and you greet them happily as the blonde leans in towards your ear.

"Bucky's a great guy and single if you're interested," he informs you while you're looking up the woman's information, a blush covering your cheek.

You swat at him and another laugh leaves your lips. "Get out of here!" Steve chuckles and raises his hands in defense before leaving the hotel lobby. "I'm so sorry about that."

The woman in front of you waves her hand before mumbling, "it's alright."

"Gotta have fun on the job, am I right?" She grins and you nod your head in agreement, a smile coming to your lips.

-

Two Months Later...

"Tony, I really appreciate you allowing me to stay here until my gas leak gets fixed," you mention to your manager as the man fixes up a room key for you.

The older man smiles down at you and rests a hand on your shoulder. "Kid, I'd do anything for you. You've been with this hotel for years and you're so kind. I couldn't even bring myself to say no," he chuckles and you smile up at him.

"You guys are like my family and I appreciate everything you've done for me," you tell him while Tony hands you the key.

Tony ruffles your hair a bit before walking back towards his office. "Oh, I put you next to Barnes in case you have questions. Plus, I figured you enjoy a familiar face," he winks and you let out a groan.

Of course, he put me next to Bucky. Smug bastard. You gently bite your lip while heading towards the elevator, pressing the button to call it. "Way to be so obvious about your feelings, Y/N," you say to yourself with a sigh, running a hand through your hair.

"Are you talking about your crush on Bucky?" A familiar voice asks you and you jump, placing a hand on your chest before glancing to your left.

Steve and Natasha stand in the archway where the two elevators sit, smirks on both of their lips. "Jesus, you two," you groan as they walk over to you. "What are you doing here?"

Nat ruffles her hair a bit before glancing towards Steve. "Steve and I are going on a date. I'm picking him up," she mentions and a gasp leaves your lips.

"No fucking way?!" Your eyes dance between the two of them and Steve's cheeks blush a bit. "That's incredible. I've only been shipping it for almost six months."

The three of you let out a chuckle before Steve pipes up. "Yeah, well, when are you going to ask out Bucky?"

The laughter dies on your lips and you bring your lip between your teeth. "Shut up," you scoff while rolling your eyes. "I'm not going to ask him out because he doesn't feel that way about me."

Both Steve and Natasha give you a look before the redhead rubs her hands along her face. "Sweetheart, that boy is crushing on you just as hard as you are for him," she mentions and your cheeks flush.

"Go enjoy your date," you tell them before pressing the button to the elevator once more.

The door opens immediately and you step inside, giving your friends one last grin. You press the floor your room is on and watch the elevator doors close before letting out a deep breath.

You adjust your grip on your suitcase and pile out of the elevator when it opens back up. You run into someone, muttering out a quick apology before glancing up at the person. Your breath hitches in your throat as Bucky stands in front of you, his bare torso staring you in the face.

"Bucky," you breathe out and the blue-eyed man glances down at you, "h-hi."

"Hey, doll," Bucky smiles and the two of you stand in the middle of the elevator door.

You swallow thickly as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his chest. "S-Sorry, let me just-" you cut yourself off and move around him, your shoulder brushing against his arm.

"Are you staying here?" The man questions and you look down towards your luggage before nodding your head.

"I, uh, yeah. My apartment has a gas leak, so Tony's letting me stay here for a week or so."

Bucky wets his lips and adjusts the towel in his hands. "I'm going down to the pool for a little bit… would you- would you want to join me?" He asks and your heart beats quickly in your chest.

"Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'll be down in about five minutes," you stutter and give the man a shy smile.

He bites his lip for a few seconds before standing in the elevator, keeping his eyes on you. "Great. I'll see you in a few," Bucky says while the elevator doors shut.

"Yeah…" you trail off as your cheeks blush heavily.

You continue making your way to your hotel room, silently hyping yourself up with each step. You place the keycard into the slot before pushing your way into the room. You set your suitcase onto the bed and open it before grabbing your bikini.

After changing into your swimsuit, you grab a towel from the bathroom along with your keycard before making your way back downstairs. You chew on your bottom lip while walking towards the pool area, seeing Bucky sitting in the hot tub.

You insert your key and open the gate, giving the blue-eyed man a small wave. You set your stuff down beside his before heading towards him. You adjust your red top as Bucky's eyes look you up and down.

"Cute top," he mumbles while draping his arms across the edge of the spa.

"Thank you," you chuckle shyly and sits down across from him. "So, how come you're staying here?"

Bucky lets out a laugh and moves his hands through the bubbly water before rubbing his face. "Well, my ex broke up with me a week ago and I happened to be living in her apartment. Tony let me stay here until I can get my own place," he explains and you frown slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you apologize and Bucky shakes his head, mumbling that it was alright. "But, it was nice of Tony to let you stay here until you're on your feet."

"Yeah, it was. Which room are you in?"

A blush dusts your cheeks and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm next door to you. Tony thought it'd be nice to have a familiar face beside me," you laugh awkwardly while looking away from him.

Bucky smirks at you while wiggling his eyebrows. "This'll be fun. We'll be great neighbors," he grins and you roll your eyes playfully while standing up from your seat.

"Shut up," you tell him with a laugh and Bucky watches you step out of the hot tub.

You feel his eyes on you as you walk closer to the steps of the pool, making eye contact with him as you descend into the cool water. Bucky suddenly gets up and makes his way into the pool, jumping in immediately and you release a quiet squeal.

Bucky swims up to you and you take a couple of steps back as he resurfaces. "Well, that was quite rude," you joke and the man suddenly shakes his head, rouge water droplets hitting you. "Bucky! That's cold!"

He hums in response and splashes you playfully. "Oh, come on, it's warm!"

"It's not!" You squeal some more and take a couple of more steps back. Bucky walks closer to you, reaching his hands out before capturing you in his grasp.

His arms wrap around your waist and Bucky holes you against his chest while carrying you into the deeper area of the pool. You wrap your arms around his neck, your chest pressed against the man's face.

"Well, I can die happy now," Bucky jokes and you smack the back of his head, rolling your eyes at him again.

"You're such a guy," you laugh, attempting to get out of his grasp. "Can you put me down now?"

The blue-eyed man looks up at you through his lashes, your breath hitching in his throat as the pool lights shine on his face. "I quite like you like this," he whispers, and your heart pounds against your chest, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Bucky brings a hand to your face and his fingers graze against your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut while resting your forehead against his. He moves his fingers into your hair, gripping softly while slowly reducing the distance between your lips.

Your lips brush against his when a loud voice calls out to both of you. "Hey! The pool's closed!"

The brunette sighs, feeling his breath fanning your lips before pulling away from you. "Sam, it's just us!" Bucky yells and you glance towards the gate to see the man standing on the other side of it.

"Oh, hey guys!" Sam greets with a smile before opening the gate to the pool. "What are you two doin' out here so late?"

"Just hanging out," you tell him while prying yourself out of Bucky’s grasp. "I need to get going anyway. G'Night, Buck."

"Goodnight, Y/N," he mumbles and watches you walk out of the pool. Sam bids you goodnight as you gather your things before heading into the hotel. "Dude, what the fuck!?"

Bucky moves to smack Sam, causing the younger guy to wince away from him. "What?! She said you guys were hanging out! You're too chickenshit to do anything anyway!"

A sigh leaves his lips and Bucky runs a hand over his face. "Well, I'll have you know that we were just about to kiss," he explains while pushing himself out of the water.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, dude," Sam apologizes and Bucky shakes his head. "Go get her! Don't let me stop you."

The brunette wets his lips before nodding his head, quickly gathering his things before running inside. Bucky finds himself standing outside of her door, bringing his hand up to the wooden structure before knocking loud enough for her to hear.

"Y/N? Y/N?" Bucky calls out and rests his forehead against the door. "Goddamn it."

The door in front of him suddenly opens and Bucky catches himself before falling into your room. "Bucky?" You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder while your other hand keeps the towel wrapped around you. "What are you doing here?"

His blue eyes widen at the sight of you, feeling his cheeks flush. "I, uh-" he cuts himself off as Bucky begins to rub the back of his neck. "I just wanna say sorry… for uh, what happened in the pool."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion while leaning against the doorframe. "For what?" You ask him and Bucky's Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

"Just… uh, just in case I made you uncomfortable," Bucky explains and you chuckle softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Bucky," you giggle and the man lets out a small sigh, nodding his head in reply.

You bite your lip gently as you watch the man in front of you, tapping your fingers against the frame. "Good, good. I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing," he mentions and you nod once before Bucky walks away from you.

"Goodnight, Bucky!" You call out to him, seeing the man give you a small wave before he walks into his hotel room.

Bucky rests his head against the door, a sigh leaving his lips while he quietly curses. He runs his metal hand through his hair when his phone begins to vibrate. Sam's name is flashed across the screen and the man picks it up before answering immediately.

"So?! How'd it go?!" Sam asks and Bucky groans in response, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I- I panicked," he mentions and Sam laughs loudly. "Shut up, Sam."

It takes a minute before Sam finally stops laughing. "I told you that you're too chickenshit, Buck," he reminds Bucky and the blue-eyed man rolls his eyes.

"You know… I hate you," Bucky says before hanging up the phone, tossing it beside him.

-

"So, how did last night go?" Steve suddenly asks you. Natasha smacks his chest and the man lets out a deep yelp. "What?! We were both wondering!"

You look from Steve to Natasha, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you step behind the reception desk. "It was good? I didn't do much so I don't know why you two are asking," you mention while stuffing your work bag in the little compartment.

"Well, we happen to have watched the camera footage of you and Buck in the pool," Natasha explains and your cheeks blush, a groan leaving your lips.

"Oh, fuck off. Of course, that's why y'all are nosy," you sigh while rolling your eyes. "Nothing happened."

Steve gives you a look and you cross your arms over your chest. "Come on. You have to be lying," he argues.

A laugh leaves your lips and you lean back in your chair before crossing your legs over one another. "It's the truth. If Sam didn't interrupt then something might've happened," you smirk and the two run a hand over their faces.

"Fucking Sam," Natasha mutters and leans down to press a kiss on Steve's cheek. "I have to go, but I'll see you later."

You smile at the two, finding them to be extremely adorable together. "I take it that the date went well?" You chuckle and Steve nods his head grazing his fingers along Natasha's hip.

"Very well, thank you," Nat grins and places a hand on your shoulder before walking around the desk. "Now it's your turn. Go after Barnes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you laugh while shooing the woman away. The phone on your desk begins to ring and you pick it up. "Hello, how can I help?"

You can hear a bunch of kids yelling in the background before a woman starts talking. "Hi, yes, I would like to file a complaint on your gardener," she says and your lips part slightly, allowing her to continue, "he's standing outside our window in nothing but a pair of shorts and we don't need our children seeing that."

"I totally understand, ma'am," you mumble while rolling your eyes at how ridiculous she sounds. "Here's what I'll do. I'll head out and politely ask him to put his shirt on, okay?"

"I would love that. Thank you so much," the woman states, not giving you a chance to say anything else before hanging up the phone.

You blink a few times, thinking about the interaction that just happened. "What in the fuck?" You ask yourself out loud, Steve humming in response to you. 

"What?"

"I- This woman called and was complaining that Bucky's not wearing a fucking shirt. It's like ninety-five degrees out," you sigh while pushing yourself off of the chair.

Steve lets out a laugh while resting his hand over his chest. You roll your eyes playfully as the blonde practically dies of laughter. "Oh my god, you're serious? What the hell," he breathes out.

"You're telling me. I'll be right back. Gotta tell him to put his shirt on," you inform him while starting to walk out the hotel doors.

You tuck a strand behind your ear as you make your way around the building, looking for Bucky. You round the corner and see him planting some flowers, the man is sitting on his knees while wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Hey, Buck," you greet him and he whips his head towards you, a smile coming to his lips.

"Hiya, doll. What do I owe the pleasure?" Bucky laughs and you glance up to see the woman who called the front desk staring at the two of you.

Bucky looks up at you again after not hearing anything, seeing your eyes looking above you. "Uhm, she called the front desk and complained about you working without a shirt on," you explain to him.

"You're joking?" He asks and you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's fucking hot out here. Does she expect me to wear a shirt?"

"Well, I told her I would come out here and politely ask you to put it on," you sigh and Bucky cranes his neck, his own sigh leaving his lips. "Just keep it on until you leave this area, please? I really don't want to have to file a complaint about this. She's just being ridiculous."

"Okay, I will," Bucky mentions while grabbing the shirt that sits on the sidewalk, throwing it over his head. You give him a small smile and pat his chest before starting to walk back towards the entrance. "Hey, Y/N?"

You stop in your tracks and glance over your shoulder, seeing a smile on the man's lips. "Yeah?" You ask softly and Bucky walks over to you, his blue eyes casting down at you.

"Are… Do you want to do something tonight?" He asks and you can feel your cheeks heat up. "If you're up for it anyway."

A smile comes to your lips as you tangle your fingers, walking closer to him. "I can see if I can free up my schedule," you joke with a playful wink, causing the man to laugh in response.

Bucky wets his lips and rests his hands on his hips before shaking his head. "Well, if it does you know where to find me," he grins.

You hum while pressing your lips together, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest. "I'll see you around, Buck. Stay hydrated."

That night, you're swimming on your back while staring up at the stars, seeing an occasional plane coming in for a landing every so often. The sound of the gate opening captures your attention and you move your head in the direction of the noise.

"Hey, stranger," Bucky grins while setting his towel down beside yours.

A laugh escapes your lips as you swim towards the corner of the pool before leaning your arms on the warm concrete. "Hiya," you smile up at him, watching the blue-eyed God whisk his shirt off.

Bucky walks over to you before lowering himself into the water, splashing you slightly. "You weren't bothered by that woman anymore were you?" He asks you and you raise an eyebrow.

"Buck, I think I should be the one to ask you that," you laugh and the man wets his lips, shrugging his shoulders in response. "But, to answer your question, no."

"That's good. She was definitely a bitch," he mentions and you scoff, nodding your head in agreement.

You press your back against the curved wall, your body facing Bucky's as his large hands brush along your legs. "I don't get her problem. I totally wouldn't mind a very attractive man working outside my window," you tell him, causing Bucky to glance towards you.

"Oh?" He draws out and your cheeks heat up, realizing what you had just said. "So, you think I'm attractive?"

"I-" you cut yourself off as Bucky's hands grip your legs before swiftly pulling you closer to him. You let out a squeal and rest your hands on his shoulders, Bucky guiding your legs so they're wrapped around his waist.

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest as both of your faces are inches apart. You swallow thickly as Bucky looks up at you through his lashes. "Answer the question, doll," he whispers, feeling his fingers glide up the back of your thighs.

You lick your lips before biting it gently, your fingers moving to card through his hair. "I… I might think you're attractive," you tell him softly while adjusting your position on him.

Bucky grins widely and leans against the wall of the pool, fingers inching closer to your ass. "Good news is that I might find you attractive as well," he mutters and your heart flutters.

"You do?" You whisper and Bucky nods his head in response. The blue-eyed man brings his face closer to yours, your breath hitching when your noses brush against one another's.

Butterflies soar around your stomach when his lips connect with yours, your fingers gripping his hair gently. Your free hand rests on his cheek as you kiss him back. Bucky pulls away from you after a minute or so, resting his forehead on yours.

"You're so breathtaking," he whispers before pressing a few more kisses to your lips. You let out a few giggles while Bucky wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you around the pool. "Do you wanna get dinner tomorrow night?"

"Of course I do," you tell him and kiss the tip of his nose. "Do you want to go out or just have dinner in one of our rooms?"

Bucky brings one of his hands to your face, stroking your cheek before pulling you in again. A short moan escapes your lips as he kisses you passionately, your nails digging slightly into his shoulders.

"I want to take you out, doll," he mutters against your lips and your cheeks blush. Bucky trails his lips up your jaw, a shudder running down your spine when he whispers into your ear. "You can get all dressed up and I can bring you to your favorite restaurant."

Your grip on him tightens as he continues to play out your date. You swallow thickly when Bucky's lips move down your neck, nipping at your skin softly. "B-Bucky…" you trail off and the man pulls away from you before looking up at you. "If you keep going I'm not gonna want you to stop."

Bucky pokes his tongue out, wetting his lips before reducing the distance between your faces once again. A loud crash stops the two of you from kissing, both your heads snapping in the direction of the noise.

"Goddamn it, Steve," you hear Natasha scold the tall blonde and you roll your eyes.

Of course. You think to yourself while detaching yourself from Bucky. "Hey, assholes!" You call out with a chuckle and the two of them suddenly stand up, their heads poking over the top of the fence. "Enjoy the show?"

"We did until someone fell over," Nat mumbles as you make your way out of the pool, Bucky following closely behind you.

You wrap your towel around your body, shaking your head at the two of them. "Well, glad you enjoyed the show. If you'll excuse us," you laugh and grab Bucky's hand, leading him away from the pool area.

"Use protection!" Natasha calls out and your cheeks flush, feeling Bucky's fingers lace with yours.

"I'm sorry about them," you apologize while glancing back at the brunette, seeing a stupid grin on his lips.

Bucky shakes his head and catches up to you, dropping your hand before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "It's alright, doll. I know how Steve can be," he chuckles while you wrap your arm around his waist.

-

A knock on your door wakes you up, a small groan leaving your lips as the sun shines directly into your room. You shield your eyes before looking around the room, seeing the television still on from last night.

"Y/N? Are you awake?" Sam's voice comes through the door and you rub your eyes while throwing the blankets off of you.

You quickly grab your sleep shorts off of the floor, pulling them up before making your way towards the door. "What's going on?" You ask in a groggy tone, looking up at the man in front of you.

Sam chuckles and notices the shirt you're wearing. "Do you know where Bucky is?" He asks and you furrow your brows, glancing towards his door and Sam speaks up before you have the chance to. "He's not in there. Already tried."

"I-" you cut yourself off and shake your head, not remembering if he works today or not. "I have no idea."

Your friend smirks down at you and reaches out towards your shirt. "Well, this is Bucky's shirt. Maybe he's in your room?" Sam assumes and your cheeks heat up while your eyes snap down towards your clothes.

You are indeed wearing Bucky's shirt and you desperately try to remember what happened after the two of you left the pool. Your fingers comb through your hair as you glance back into the room.

"Well, look, if you see him just tell him that I'm looking for him, okay?" Sam mentions and you nod your head.

You close the door after Sam walks away and steps back into the bedroom area. Your heart pounds against your chest as you see Bucky sleeping on the left side of your bed.

The blue-eyed man shifts his sleeping position as you crawl onto the bed, gently running your fingers up his spine. "Buck?" You whisper loud enough for him to hear and he lets out a groan in response.

A chuckle leaves your lips as he turns his head towards you, his eyes opening a bit. "Yeah?" He mutters huskily, causing your heart to flutter at the sound.

"What are you still doing here?" You wet your lips as Bucky turns onto his back, his metal hand resting on his stomach.

"I must've fallen asleep," Bucky mentions and runs his flesh hand through his hair. "Sorry about that."

You shake your head and grab his metal hand, playing with his fingers. "It's quite alright, actually," you grin and Bucky does as well, dropping his hand onto your thigh. "It's been a while since I've cuddled with a man."

Bucky hums and drags his thumb across your inner thigh. "Yeah, me too. Well, with a woman… not a man," he snorts and you let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth with your hand.

"You're fucking ridiculous," you giggle while shaking your head.

"Yeah, well, you love it," Bucky grins and you softly bite your bottom lip.

"That I do, Bucky, that I do."

-

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[huenjin]

don't wanna be friends.

pairing: hyunjin x reader | bff2l!au, pornstar!au

word count: 3.705 words

tw: pornstar!hyunjin, nsfw content — dick piercing!hyunjin, multiple orgasms, breast play, breath play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight overstimulation, creampie, mentions of reader masturbating to hyunjin's porn and the porn explained in detail.

music rec: damage is done | devin hoffman.

note: this was an nsfw ask originally but it got way past the limit, so tada, made it into a oneshot. if anyone was wondering why it's in this format/theme. unedited, like every other work of mine.

you gulp down the next shot under hyunjin's watchful supervision. you've lost count of the shots you have taken and hyunjin has lost count of how many times he has told you to stop, that you are drinking too much.

"he told me that i can't fuck right. that i should at least pretend to fake it to satiate him," you scoff, another tear rolling down from the brim of your eyes and hyunjin wraps his arms around you, pulling into him to comfort you. "i can't— jinnie, i just don't come when he fucks me. i— maybe something is wrong with me. maybe i just can't orgasm when someone—"

"hush," hyunjin slowly taps your back to keep your thoughts shut. "there's nothing wrong with you, minion. you're fine." he pushes your big round spectacles up, calling you by the name he's always teased you with.

you slam the shot glass down, eyes groggy and head woozy from all the drinks you've gulped down. you lean forward, eyes wide open, glasses sliding down as you look closely at your best friend.

hwang hyunjin is attractive. you've always known your best friend is attractive. his bright eyes that light up at the sight of his dog, kkami, running to him right after you cuddled kkami forever. or the way his face morphs into one of disgust when you threaten to put eggplants into his plate. or the way he'd cuddle you when the weather gets too cold. hyunjin is attractive, both in looks and behaviour.

beyond this, your best friend, hwang hyunjin, is insatiable in the eyes of many women and men, including yours. a pornstar by profession, he knows the ways around women, having them come undone in his hold in minutes — you refuse to believe it's orchestrated. you know how he is in bed or at least what the biz wants him to exhibit and that alone has you trembling.

and to make matters worse in your end, you've orgasmed only once your whole life and that was during the time when you played with yourself while stumbling upon his porn (you were randomly searching for one and the temptation to watch your best friend just exceeded everything).

you knew his profession for so long — hyunjin told it to you over a glass of wine that you spat onto his white shirt the minute he told you about it. the conversation was never spoken about after that.

until today.

"what are you doing, minion? damn," he chuckles, "you really look like a minion with those glasses."

you still once you close in on hyunjin. hands on his chest, eyes fixated on his, you lick your lips and hyunjin's eyes widen, eyes unknowingly trailing downwards till he has to tear his gaze away, reminding himself that it's you, that it's his best friend.

"do you want to fuck me?" liquid courage, indeed.

"you must be kidding me?"

"why? you do this regularly."

hyunjin shoves you away, pushing you back against the couch. his eyes narrows on your figure and you fold your arms. he huffs, eyes glaring at you before looking away. he stretches his arm to take a glass and pour himself a drink, gulping it down and feeling the much needed burn in his throat.

"why?" you whine. "jinnie, that's your job. fuck me. you don't mind it. i'll just be one of those girls."

"i do mind it," he raises his voice. "you're not just one of those girls. fuck, y/n, you're the only constant in my life. why would i fuck that up?"

you bite your lower lip, eyes watering at the rejection suddenly. your drunkenness is what stirs the emotional side in you and your heart is heavy. you just want to be able to fuck like everyone else, just want to feel the bliss your friends talk about, the euphoria they reach.

"wait, are you going to cry?"

"no," you bite your tongue from letting out the sob. "i won't cry. you're not the first guy to reject me. this is normal. no one wants to—"

"y/n."

"—fuck me. who would want to fuck the girl that can't orgasm, let alone fake one?" you let out a fake laugh, tears finally rolling down your eyes.

"oh goodness," hyunjin sighs. he pulls you into him for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly. "you're my best friend, y/n. i shouldn't—"

"i want you to," you look up at him. hyunjin heaves in a huge breath. it catches in his throat as he looks down at you. god, he loves you. he has loved you for years now but who would want to be in a relationship with a guy who fucks girls for a living? not anyone sane. you deserve better. fuck, you deserved so much better than him.

yet, his heart won't stay still. his mind won't stop racing with thoughts he shouldn't normally have about his best friend. heavens, you have hyunjin wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.

"y/n, don't—"

hyunjin loses his last bit of control over your proposition the minute you place your lips over his. it's exactly as he has envisioned. soft, delicate and everything that kept him away from breaking. you capture his bottom lip, kissing him softly, hands trailing under his sweater. hyunjin feels the goosebumps rising up, your warmth seeping into his. it takes everything in hyunjin to keep his hands away.

you pull away, catching your lower lip with your teeth before letting go and looking away, "you won't even kiss me back. am i that worse? do i kiss bad? jinnie, i just want to be—"

hyunjin has his hands on your face, turning it for you to look at him before he has his lips crashing down on yours, taking your breath away. you heave, breath hitching and you gasp.

hyunjin is aphrodite. the very reincarnation of sin. he creeps into you just as you expected, crawling into your mind and captivating every single sense of yours. your hands are in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body. his hand sprawls over your neck and his thumb presses into the neck, rubbing slow circles. he kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his sweater and you are moaning into his mouth.

you pull away for a second, fingers digging into his clothes, tugging at it to be thrown away and hyunjin obliges. helping you out of yours too, the two of you face each other stark naked. you take him in for the divinity he is in your head, eyes trailing down to his slightly erect dick and you gasp.

it's true. the videos don't lie. he is bigger than you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. it shines under the lighting, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly and heavens, hyunjin can't take his eyes away from you either. was this what he was missing out all this while in the name of friendship?

his lips are back on yours, your breasts firm against his chest as his cock rubs against your inner thigh. it's messy, heavy and has you panting for breath, chasing after his tongue, wrapped around yours like they never want to let go.

quicksand. this is quicksand. you're falling in too quick; falling into everything hyunjin has to offer way too quickly. and you love it. your mind is rid of thoughts. just hyunjin, hyunjin, hwang hyunjin. he pushes back, still kissing you heavily, till your back hits the soft covers of the couch and he's hovering over you.

hyunjin's tongue licks your lower lip, causing you to moan and he's groaning at the sensation, pulling apart for air few minutes later. he cups your face, thumb brushing the side and you lean into his palm.

"i— we should—"

"no, please don't stop," you beg. "not now. please. we're in too deep to stop."

"but y/n—"

"please fuck me, jinnie. fuck me like you fucked soojin."

hyunjin's eyes widens and he pulls away from you. looking at you as if he's staring into your soul, he gulps. "how did you—" his cheeks redden. "wait—" you bite your lower lip. hyunjin pulls the rubber band that holds his hair up, causing the silver strands to fall forward. he runs his finger through it, pushing it back as he holds it tightly to focus. "you watched my porn."

you gulp, lips drying up and you nod, running your mouth quickly to justify yourself. "i did. it was supposed to be a one time thing but—" you look away. "—i touched myself to that. i fingered myself to you fucking soojin and it's the only time i came."

if hyunjin has been just losing it all this while, now, he has lost it completely. his eyes darken, a light growl leaving his lips as he holds your legs and pulls you closer into his kneeling self. you groan slightly in his grip.

"you want me to fuck you like i fucked soojin?"

"yes—"

"want me to fuck you like some doll, huh?" he bends forward, kissing your neck, sucking at the skin till they stain purple to his pleasure. hyunjin marks you all the way to your breasts, covering your skin with both dark and light marks as you repeatedly confirm, "yes, yes, yes."

hyunjin pulls away, staring at you almost tauntingly, licking his lips and running his hand through his hair. he drops the words like they are heavy. "tell me then. tell me what i did and i'll do the same to you, just like you wished."

"you fuck—"

"no," he shakes his head. "in detail. from the very first scene. you'll get only what you ask for. nothing more. nothing less. so, go on, doll. tell me."

the power you hold is insane. you do not know how to use it, however. having never been given this much power, you look at your best friend for a while before slowly telling him. the words seem foreign to you but if this is how it is going to be, and if this helps you come, you're doing it.

"y-you kissed her first." your voice is barely audible. like you're telling hyunjin a secret. hyunjin catches your lips yet again, tongue presses against your lower lip before he slips it in, tangling it with yours as he kisses you. you moan, eyes closing as your hand wrap around his axle, hands pressed on his back. your fingers plays with the few strands of his silver dyed hair at the nape. he pulls back, waiting for you to continue.

with a little more confidence and the huge amount of liquid courage in you, you demand, "you marked her up like you just did to me. i hate that you marked her up. i hated it so much but turned me on."

hyunjin sucks a hickey right above your breast, speaking into your skin, "you hated it, doll?"

"yes. wanted it to be me." hyunjin's teeth grazes your skin and you moan, "fuck." your fingers pull his hair lightly and hyunjin grunts, teeth biting into your skin, making a dark mark that has you arch your back and your thigh to rub against his cock.

"what else did you see me do, doll?" his mouth trails further down to your breast and you gasp.

"you sucked on her breasts. played with it harshly." hyunjin abides by it, sucking on your breasts, tongue lapping around your nipples and drawing out circles by it. "yes, yes— fuck, jinnie, oh my—" hyunjin finds it seductive as fuck that you never complete your sentences as you moan. and he wants you like that — barely being able to say words besides his name. that's all he needed to hear.

"you played with soojin's other breast at the same time like—" his hand is already on your right breast. it pinched the nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. the pain shoots up and it clouds your senses, causing you to grind on his cock. your arousal leaks through you, and you feel yourself grow wetter with every single flick of hyunjin's tongue.

his right hand is still on your breast, his lips trail downward. your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a shortened sigh as he breathes lowly against your skin, kissing it before landing right in front of your core, wet with want for the man before you.

"so fucking wet and what for, doll?"

"your cock, oh my god. jinnie, want your cock in me. please." you beg, writhing in his hold as he grabs your breast, fondling it in his hold.

"that's not what i did in that video. go on, continue." it's stern with command and has you spitting out the next in sequence instantly.

"you—" hyunjin is playing with your nipples as he waits for you to speak. his finger twist and turn your nipples and you're squeezing your thighs together in this intense pleasure. "fuck, can't think, jinnie. i don't know. i—"

"no, no," he hushes. kissing your pubic mound and licking small stripes, he mumbles, "you have to remember the only porno that had you come, right?"

"you—" you feel his warm breath all over your core and a gush of arousal oozes out. "you had your mouth on her pussy. you ate her out till she came, oh my god. you ate her out—"

"well done, doll." and his lips are on your wet ones. he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. it's merciless. and if you thought his porn was intense, you forgot all about how hyunjin himself was a walking pornography. the way his tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening.

the room is filled with lewd noises and your moans, resonating through the whole area for you to hear it out in the silence. it's pornographic. the voices you make resemble those that you heard. hyunjin licks another stripe up your sodden lips before wrapping the plump pair around your clit and sucking on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly.

his teeth grazes over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. it's a vortex forming deep within and from the one time experience you have, you know. it's coming. you're so close. hyunjin rubs your clit furiously, mouth moving back your lip as he eats you out. he pulls apart right when he knows you're soon to come and in a second, two of his fingers are deep within you, rubbing against your inner walls and you're crying out his name just like he wanted.

it's hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. that's all he can hear — his name dripping in saccharine from your mouth, topped with all those insatiable moans that leave your lips and hyunjin quickens his pace. the two fingers thrust in and out of you, finding the spot and rubbing at the walls to elicit a particular reaction — hyunjin is searching. searching for that one spot that will have you ruined for him.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what—"

the minute he touches a particularly soft area, he has you grinding down on him, chanting his name like a mantra and he knows — hyunjin's found your spot. he rubs it as he curves his fingers, having you arch further into him. he sucks on your clit, fingers thrusting in you relentlessly.

and you come undone so easily that it's a surprise how your ex couldn't do this for you. you see the white under your eyelids as you come undone. hyunjin helps you ride it out. he removes his fingers and licks you clean, taking in every single drop of your orgasm.

"told you that you were perfect," he says, looking at you and smiling. he kisses your mound as he lifts your hips up. "you're the most perfect human being ever. so how in the world could anything be wrong with you?" he wipes away the tears rolling down your eyes, as an effect from the intensity of the orgasm you went through. "so, doll, now tell me what else did i do?"

your mind is blank. you can't think of anything. your mind is filled with just the man before you in all his naked glory and how you just want him. "want you, jinnie. please. i want your dick. please want that."

"that's not the answer to my question," he huffs. "did i not lift her legs up like this?" he lifts your legs and places it over his shoulders. his erect cock is angled right and he rubs the head all over your wetness. you hitch and whine, stuttering how much you want him. "did i fuck my doll dumb? did i fuck out all your brains, baby? oh no. should i fuck you more? can you answer that, doll?"

you nod, lips parting. "want jinnie's dick. want it. want it in me."

"as you wish, doll," and he inserts it into you, pushing your walls apart with his fingers till he thrusts completely into you. his piercing underneath his shaft drags against your walls, the cold metal adding the extra sensation that tingles your nerves. his large hands hold your hips up, your ankles hitting his back bone everytime he thrusts into you. he uses his one hand to hold your wrists together above you as he hits your spot over and over again. the friction of his big cock and the frenum piercing is all too much right after one orgasm. the stimulation is over bearing and you know why the girl in the video has her eyes roll up, tongue out and lips swollen.

hyunjin plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. hyunjin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously and the frenum piercing cold against it. the friction is enough to have the knot tighten so fast and hard that you know this is going to overpower you. hyunjin lets go of you wrists but you hold them above you obediently. his hand trails to hold your breast, squeezing it and fondling with it; the other holding your legs up securely.

with every thrust, his piercing drags against your walls and his balls slap against your cheeks. tears spill down your face as you scream loudly, "jin-ah, fuck. jinnie, jinnie, jinnie. it's too much, oh my god. i can feel it. oh—"

"you're taking it like a good, good doll for me. you can take more. i know you can." he takes his cock out. he wraps his fingers around it and dragging it across your slit and your core, the frenum piercing rubbing against it and you're ready to snap again.

and without any warning, he enters into you again, this time harshly and with a quicker pace. it is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours, your hands moving to hold his biceps, fingers digging into it. hyunjin fucks you like he wants to take you to heaven and back. like he wants to show you everything you are missing out and that there's nothing wrong with you. it's the men. always the men.

"going to fuck you and show you how you should be fucked. how you should be getting it. going to fuck you dumb, doll and have you be mine."

he doesn't stop. hyunjin is grunting and huffing as he thrusts repeatedly in you, his pubic bone hitting your clit and causing short sorts of heightened sensations.

"jinnie! i'm coming. i'm coming. oh fuck, i'm—"

second one in a span of few hours. if you could think properly, you would be surprised at how you came twice. it's surprising that you've come thrice so far in your whole life and all three times were to be credited to hwang hyunjin, your best friend.

you come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you are weeping. you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain as you clench tightly on his cock. hyunjin doesn't stop however, as he chases after his own high, thrusting even faster if it were possible and overstimulating you. in a few minutes, hyunjin is coming in you. hot white spurts of his cum coating your insides as he thrusts his orgasm out, only to pull it out eventually and have his white come and yours poze out and stain the couch.

your eyes are shut and you are panting heavily, chests rising and hyunjin brushes your hair away from your face, wiping the sweat that has accumulated by your forehead. he places your legs down and mumbles, "you okay, minion?"

"hm," you respond. that's all you can say. you were too fucked out to think or do anything. hyunjin chuckles and slowly getting off the couch, he carefully lifts you up into his arms. you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. "where are we going?"

hyunjin barely hears you question with how soft it was. you repeat and it is the second time that he hears it perfectly.

"going to clean you up and rest you in bed. you need to sleep well now." you nod, snuggling further into his chest as he carries you into his bedroom.

hyunjin's wrong, though. when he wondered how in the world anything could be wrong with you, he clearly knew there is something wrong with you.

you are too dense to ever realise how deep his feelings are for you.

[mizunetzu]

iwaizumi finding out hes gay and having an extreme gay panic when they get their new manager in aoba johsai and the team teases him to hell and back for it (iwaizumi x male manager!)

Nice to see you again, boke saiikai~~ also look at iwa freak out in this gif AHAHAHA

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Iwaizumi x reader - Iwa-chan, Panic!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Iwaizumi lazily scratched the itch on his stomach, not caring that his shirt was slightly lifted up and people could see his stomach if they looked. Eh, it’s not like people were around anyways.

He was already running late to practice, so he might as well reserve his energy and take a detour to the gym. It’s not like anything important was happening anyways.

“Yo.” Iwaizumi yawned, pushing the door to the gymnasium open. He slipped through, only now realizing that no one answered his greeting. He also noticed everyone was gathered into a loose semi-circle, apparently looking at something Iwaizumi couldn’t quite make out.

“What's...goin’ on guys?” Iwaizumi neared the huddle of Seijoh volleyball players. Matsukawa turned around, seemingly the only one who heard Iwaizumi in the first place. Mattsun nudged his head towards the middle of the circle, the clearing, where someone was standing.

“New manager.”

Iwaizumi’s ears perked up. Oikawa was complaining about ‘having at least one manager before he graduates’ but also ‘one that’s not one of my fangirls, because they wouldn’t take good care of the team.’ As insensitive as it sounded, having a manager drool and follow Oikawa for the majority of practice instead of doing their job does sound pretty frustrating. Iwaizumi scratched his head.

“Don’t tell me Shittykawa finally found a girl who doesn’t fawn over him.”

Matsukawa shook his head.

“Not girl.” He pointed to the boy standing there awkwardly, moving out of the way slightly so Iwaizumi could see. “It’s a boy.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes trailed from his feet, up to his firm-looking torso, and trailing around his nice-looking arms and hands. He couldn’t help himself from checking this dude out. Maybe he was just curious as to why this boy joined as a manager and not a player-

Iwaizumi’s eyes finally met the boy's glass-like (e/c) ones. He realized now that as he stared at this boy's mesmerizing eyes, his own (e/c) eyes began to stare back at him. Stare with his eyes growing wide, a cute doe-like expression on his face. But all he could see was his breathtaking, iridescent eyes.

“Uh, earth-to-(L/n)-chan?” Oikawa, who was standing next to ‘(L/n)’, waved his hand in front of his deer-in-the-headlights-face. He visibly jumped, blinking a bit, and turned his head quickly, pretending he was staring at Oikawa the whole time.

However, it wasn’t the same for Iwaizumi. He continued to stare with his mouth parted slightly, absolutely mesmerized by this guy’s handsome face. It seemed so...holdable. Like he wanted to walk up to him and hold his face in his callused hands and just...stand there. Forever. Squishing his cute face in his hands.

Cute? Cute? No. No. No. Not cute. Iwaizumi Hajime was not finding a man cute. No, not in a million years.

So why was his heart pounding in his ears so much?

His heart wouldn’t calm down. His everything wouldn’t calm down. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the new manager boy in front of him, immersing himself in conversation with a blush to shake off the fact he was totally staring back. He couldn’t help but feel confused. For once, he felt jealous of Oikawa. Not because he wanted to be popular or stalked by fangirls or anything, but because this boy’s full attention would be on him, and not Shitty-Crappy-Stupidkawa.

Matsukawa snapped his fingers in front of Iwaizumi’s face, smirking when he threw his head back in surprise with the reddest face he’s ever seen him with. Iwaizumi blinked, blankly, trying to process what just happened, before somehow exploding into a deeper shade of red.

“Are you sick or something?” Matsukawa placed the back of his hand on Iwaizumi’s forehead jokingly. “Oh. Nevermind.”

“Wh...I-I...huh..?”

“You’re just gay.” Matsukawa wiped his hand on his practice shirt. “Super gay. Super highschool level gay. You were totally checking out Manager-kun there.”

Iwaizumi grabbed Matsukawa by the collar, shaking him around in hopes of shaking the truth out of him.

“I-I’m not!”

“First symptom: denial.”

“Shut up-!”

“E-excuse me…?” Iwaizumi stopped dead in his tracks. Matsukawa was one second away from bursting out into cackles at Iwaizumi’s impossibly pale face. They both slowly craned their necks towards the foreign voice. Iwaizumi suddenly forgot how to breathe.

He, ‘Manager-kun’, seemed more utterly breathtaking up close. He was standing right infront of Iwaizumi, looking directly at him with his attractive (e/c) eyes. He didn’t even realize when Matsukawa wormed out of his grasp.

“(L/n)-san, good afternoon.” Matsukawa bowed slightly. “My name’s Matsukawa Issei, by the way. Thank you again for being our manager. We look forward to working with you.”

“Ah...thank you.”

When Matsukawa looked back at Iwaizumi, expecting him to introduce himself, he caught Iwaizumi staring at him with goo-goo eyes and an equally confused, frozen-stiff expression from Manager-kun himself. They stared at each other, one from awkward silence and the other from pure, unadulterated gayness. Matsukawa rolled his eyes.

“Dude!” Matsukawa jabbed Iwaizumi in the side, making him snap out of his trance with a grunt. “Don’t be rude, introduce yourself to Manager-kun!”

Iwaizumi broke into a cold sweat. He turned back to ‘Manager-kun’, attempting to look as cool as possible.

“Y-yo...the name’s Iwaizumi HaJIMe-” Iwaizumi’s voice did not want to be on his side today. The betrayers that were his vocal cords cracked mid sentence, making Iwaizumi cough horrendously in hopes of covering it up. Mattsun looked like he was going to die holding in his laughter.

“Nice to meet you, Iwaizumi-kun,” Manager-kun grasped his hand in his own, and held it for a moment. “My name’s (L/n) (Y/n).”

He, (Y/n), flashed a small, friendly smile, and Iwaizumi was taken. With the way (Y/n) held his hand so tenderly, he could probably faint. He’d rather die than let go. It was so warm, his hands were so warm. God, he felt so soft inside.

“...Y’know, if you aren't feeling well, I can take you to the nurse’s office-”

“No-! It’s-it’s fine! I’m fine!” Iwaizumi sputtered, and he silently whined when (Y/n) pulled his hand back. He stepped back, and gave a small wave.

“That’s good, Iwaizumi-kun. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself to everyone. See you later, Matsukawa-kun. Iwaizumi-kun.” (Y/n) smiled again, and left to introduce himself to another teammate. Once (Y/n) was out of earshot, Matsukawa erupted into a fit of cackles.

“Pfft-ahahahahaha! Dude! Y-you-! Ahahahaha! You need to chill man! At this point everyone’s gonna know you went all-“ Mattsun mimicked Iwaizumi’s wide-eyed expression, bringing his hands together and pretending he was a moe schoolgirl. “Kyaaah! (L/n)-senpai is soooo handsome!”

“SHUUUUUT UPPPPPP!” Iwaizumi started kicking at Matsukawa’s shins and hitting his back, trying to silence his cackles and hope (Y/n) didn’t hear that. Or see the huge red blush on his cheeks.

Oikawa side-eyed Iwaizumi and Matsukawa from the net pole. His hands were still moving on setting up the net for practice, but his eyes were examining the two fellow third years roughhousing with each other. More specifically, the red that engulfed Iwaizumi’s face. Oikawa turned his attention back to the pole.

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‘Just do it!’

Those three words played on repeat in Iwaizumi’s mind for the past 2 weeks. And they seemed to get louder when Iwaizumi arrived to practice.

‘Just do it, Hajime!’

‘No!’ Iwaizumi thought back to himself, watching as (Y/n) greeted everyone who came through the club room door. He was standing outside, holding a box with supplies stuffed in it. Iwaizumi dreadfully neared the club room.

‘Do it! Now!’

‘No! Fuck no!’

“Ah! Hello again, Iwaizumi-kun-“

“No!” Iwaizumi blurted out. He was quick to cover his mouth, but the look of confusion that knitted (Y/n’s) face was enough to tell he had heard Iwaizumi loud and clear.

“Uh. I mean. Good mor-uh good afternoon, (L/n). Sorry bout’ that.” Iwaizumi trudged into the club room as nonchalantly as he could. But once the door closed, he slumped down to his knees.

“Something wrong, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa mused, slipping on his blue practice shirt over his head. “You look like shit.”

“Y-you’re one to talk, Shittykawa! Go die!”

“Uuu! How mean! Mean Iwa-chan!”

“Yeah yeah.” Iwaizumi hastily slipped into his practice clothes. Oikawa watched his face closely. It was redder than usual.

“Hey, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi looked up from his knee pads, halting temporarily as he threaded them through his leg. “Mm?”

Oikawa opened his mouth, then glanced to the door where (Y/n) was standing outside of. Not yet. He didn’t have enough evidence yet.

“Never mind.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely.

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Iwaizumi slumped down on the steps of the gym, heaving like he ran 13 miles. Well, he did. He watched as everyone came trickling back, Oikawa yelling praise as they all collapsed in front of the gym. Training runs across the block were tough. Especially after an exhausting practice match against each other.

“Good job, everyone!” Oikawa clasped his hands together. “Get some water, go rest, do whatever! We’re gonna do some serving and receiving practices, then we can take a break!”

The tuckered-out team choursed out a “Yessir!” before scattering about and doing their own things. Iwaizumi let his head loll back onto the concrete steps he was sitting on, closing his eyes and catching his unsteady breath.

“Iwaizumi-kun!”

Iwaizumi jolted up harshly, a blush adorning his features as his eyes snapped open. (Y/n) looked down at him with a small white towel in his hand and a water bottle in the other.

“I figured you needed some water or something so-I got you some stuff-!” (Y/n) promptly set the things down on Iwaizumi’s lap, though he’s not sure he noticed with the way he was staring at him so...strangely. Huh, that’s been happening for a while now.

Iwaizumi’s dazed look suddenly dissipated, his consciousness coming back to his eyes as he fumbled for the items slipping from his lap.

“Oh! Thank you...dude…! You’re…you’re...cool...f-for that…!”

Iwaizumi shot finger guns at his (Y/n). His crush. Fucking finger guns. He wouldn’t mind if he took his finger guns and shoved it so far up his a-

“It’s no problem!” (Y/n) shot finger guns back, before flexing an arm and patting his bicep. “It’s what a manager is for! Makin’ sure you boys are alright.”

“I’m gonna go fill up some more water bottles...l stopped and filled one up for you first because you looked thirsty…”

(Y/n) ran off. “See you!” He called from a distance, before disappearing from sight. Iwaizumi waved back with a blank expression on his face.

His legs felt like jelly. Not only because he ran 13 miles non-stop, but because of how whipped he became for manager-kun (Y/n) in the span of only a week or two.

Oikawa hummed to himself knowingly, watching Iwaizumi slump back onto the concrete steps with a hand in his heart.

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“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan!”

“No! No! No!”

“But why?!” Oikawa exasperatedly yelled, dramatically blocking the door leading outside the club room. It was just him, Iwa-chan, Mattsun, and Makki. Makki and Mattsun sat on the floor of the club room like they were expecting Iwaizumi to come in, and from the way they didn’t try to stop Oikawa from blocking the door, they knew the same things he did.

“Let me out shithead!” Iwaizumi clawed at Oikawa’s arms. Oikawa, as twinkish and childish as he seems, was actually stronger than he looked.

Eventually, Iwaizumi stepped back to take a breather. Matsukawa and Hanamaki took that as their chance to secure him, as Hanamaki grabbed Iwaizumi by the torso and wrapped his whole body around him.

He held him as secure as he could while he thrashed around, waiting till Matsukawa hurriedly set up a foldable chair and brought out some rope. Hanamaki dragged Iwaizumi to the chair, ignoring his pleads of “Let me go!” or “Y’all will pay for this-I swear!” As he forcefully sat him down.

He held his hands to the back of the chair as Matsukawa tied him up as quick as he could.

“Oi! What the fuck!” Iwaizumi kicked at Matsukawa as he circled him with the rope.

“It’s for your own good, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa piped up from his spot blocking the door. He didn’t want to move from the door until Iwaizumi was fully immobilized, just in case he tried to run for it.

“Like hell it is-ack!” Matsukawa tightened the rope. “Ease up, will you! God damn!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Matsukawa, in fact, did not ease up. He tied the rope into multiple tight knots, making it virtually impossible to somehow slip out of them. Iwaizumi squirmed around in his restraints as the chair was rotated facing away from the door, and towards Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

Oikawa sighed triumphantly, and backed away from the door. He clasped his hands together.

“So nice of you to finally join our discussion, Iwa-chan.”

“Literally suck my dick then go practice receives on a nearby building and fall to your death.”

Oikawa feigned offense to Iwaizumi’s words. Hanamaki chuckled, while Matsukawa shut Iwaizumi up by tugging at the rope’s end he was holding in his hands.

“Isn’t this illegal? Like-somewhere in the world?”

“It isn’t right now~” Oikawa sung, before becoming laughably serious. “Now! We need some answers!”

“More like you couldn’t contain your curiosity or ask Iwaizumi like a normal person.”

“Makki! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Oikawa blurbed, before coughing and regaining his cool integrator vibe. “Anyways!” Oikawa snapped harshly at Iwaizumi.

“You! Have a! Crush! On Manager-chan!”

Iwaizumi choked on his own spit. He turned away dumbly, with a coy look on his face.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb! We all see the looks you give him! ‘Fess up, Iwa-chan! You’re absolutely totally whipped for (Y/n)-chan!”

Iwaizumi stiffened. “Since when were you two on a first name basis-!”

“See?! You got mad when I called (L/n)-kun by his first name!”

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Iwaizumi barked. He was starting to sweat now. Were these restraints always so stuffy? “I was just wondering why you called him that!”

Oikawa stuck his tongue out. “Just say you like him we’ll let you go~!”

“Never! No way in hell!”

Oikawa gasped. He pointed dramatically at Iwaizumi. “So you do admit it! You’re totally in love with Manager-kun but you don’t wanna say it!”

“Wh-?!” Iwaizumi sputtered. He kicked around in his restraints, making Matsukawa tug at the rope again. He was thrashing around so much he didn’t hear the door open. “When did I-“

“When did I ever say I had a big ass fuckin’ crush on (L/n) that it made me question my whole sexuality?! But that I couldn’t care less since he’s so...so nice and cute and-fuck!”

Matsukawa and Hanamaki paled. They seemed to be looking at something behind Iwaizumi. Oikawa was still listening intently to Iwaizumi’s confession, not noticing whatever it was those two were staring at.

“Fuck! Fuck! I wanna grab his stupid face and kiss him all over! Fuck! Why is (Y/n) so cute! I wanna call him by his first name too! I wanna hug him and do things boyfriends do too! Fuck! I’m so-“

Oikawa’s eye eventually trailed up from Iwaizumi. He locked eyes with whatever was there, then immediately copied the same panicked ‘we’re dead’ look Hanamaki and Matsukawa had. He looked back at Iwaizumi with a sweaty, pale face.

“H-hey, Iwa-chan, that’s enough-you proved your point-“

“-I’M SO FUCKING GAY FOR (Y/N) IT HURTS!”

The three boys flinched, looking behind Iwaizumi with the same look you’d give when you got caught doing something bad. Iwaizumi was breathing heavily, slouched on his chair after his whole explosion of a confession. He looked at the three third years, who weren’t even looking back at him.

“...what? This is what you guys wanted right? To admit that I like (L/n-“

“I-Iwaizumi, you might wanna shut up…” Hanamaki said, his voice trembly. Matsukawa and Oikawa nodded.

“No! Why are y’all acting so weird! You guys were all up my ass about it, and now you’re telling me to shut up?!”

Matsukawa silently spun his chair around slowly, towards the door so he could see what they were all staring at.

“Honestly, if y’all weren’t expecting me to actually…confess…t-to…yooouuu…”

Iwaizumi’s voice progressively died down as he locked eyes with (Y/n), standing by the door with the reddest shocked face he’d ever seen. It was Iwaizumi’s turn to go pale.

“Uh...I-I heard...screaming...f-from the club room and...and I wanted to see if you guys were ok...um.” (Y/n) awkwardly swung his hands around, before letting them rest behind his back. “So…”

“Do you...really wanna ‘kiss me all over’ and do boyfriend-y stuff together…? With me…?”

Iwaizumi said nothing. He started squirming madly in his binds, trying to look anywhere else but (Y/n).

“Let me out let me out let me out let me out-!“

Iwaizumi only wriggled and kicked harder when (Y/n) started approaching him.

“LETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETME-uu-?”

(Y/n) balled up his fists, resting them rigidly on Iwaizumi’s lap as he clumsily pressed a kiss to his lips. His eyes were clamped shut, unlike Iwaizumi’s, who were wide open. He felt (Y/n) push closer, to which he let his body give in and relax, closing his eyes and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Matsukawa wolf-whistled, while Hanamaki yelled things like ‘Get it, Iwaizumi!’. Oikawa smiled triumphantly once more, clapping quietly. “Bravo! Yay Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes were half-lidded as began to pull away. He let out a shaky sigh, watching Iwaizumi take breathless breaths in. Oikawa was still clapping in the background.

“Yay! Yaaaay Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan is happy and I fulfilled my promise! (L/n) will be Manager-kun for forever!”

Iwaizumi snapped out of his dazed trance to glare at Oikawa in confusion. “Huh?”

“Ara?” Oikawa tilted his head. (Y/n) caught on, and started violently shaking his head ‘no’, as well as flailing his arms around trying to shut him up.

“You don’t know why (L/n)-kun decided to join the club?”

Iwaizumi shook his head. (Y/n) whimpered slightly and covered his face in his hands.

“I told (L/n)-kun that if he became our manager, I’d find a way to get you to fall in looove with him. But it looks like I didn’t need to do anything~”

Oikawa chuckled. “He really only joined for you, y’know. When I went up to talk to him about being a manager, his eyes lit up and he said, and I quote: ‘I’ll do it if you set me up with your friend Iwaizumi-kun and get him to fall for me-! Kyaaa! Iwaizumi-kun is so tall dark and handsom-ow!”

Oikawa was abruptly cut off when Iwaizumi kicked him in the leg, as it was the only thing he could reach while he was still tied up. Iwaizumi turned to the side with a blushy pout.

“Y-you’re embarrassing him, idiot.”

“Aww look. He’s enjoying this.” Matsukawa snickered. Hanamaki chuckled as quietly as he could, both trying not to get kicked in the leg like Oikawa did. (Y/n) sank to the floor, defeated.

“Why did you tell Iwaizumi-kun...that’s so embarrassing…” (Y/n) groaned from the ground. He was still covering his face, so he didn’t notice when Matsukawa started untying Iwaizumi, or when Iwaizumi squatted down and placed his hand on top of (Y/n’s) head.

(Y/n) made a noise of surprise as Iwaizumi patted his head with a blushy scowl.

“S’ only fair that I know… I was pretty embarrassed too when you heard all those things I said about you... Eye for an eye and shit…”

(Y/n) said nothing as Iwaizumi continued to pat his head. They said nothing for a while, before Matsukawa silently whispered to Oikawa.

“Wait, if you knew that (L/n)-kun liked Iwaizumi, why did you look so scared when he walked in? You knew they liked each other.”

“Ah.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head, watching as Iwaizumi and (Y/n) shyly exchanged phone numbers.

“I was scared that Iwa-chan was going to murder me.”

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Wanna know what makes my day? When people comment on my fics 💖 especially when they reblog and go crazy in the tags or even say something IN the reblog itself 💖💖💖 makes me feel all warm inside ✨

-Mr. Mizunetzu

[milkiane]

matters the most

pairings: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: profanities, mentions of alcoholic beverages, sexual comments

word count: 1996

request: give me rafe angst with prompt "god, i can't even look at you"

a/n: all the love to @s1ater as always, and thank you to @iwritesiriusly for being the best <3

love is such a concept that most people would often dream of, wanting the full experience of having butterflies in your stomach, fireworks erupting with every kiss, the messy and complicated rollercoaster ride. everything about love just sounds so beautiful.

love brings two people, from strangers, or enemies, or life-long friends, together and creates sheer happiness and adoration for each other, but love is never always about all that cliché domesticity. sometimes it’s all about the thrill and the danger that it brings along.

it was funny, really. how rafe, who wasn’t afraid to express his hatred for pogues, fell for one. love did work in mysterious ways, they said.

neither of you knew how you lasted for 8 months without getting caught, but both of you knew that the fun wouldn’t last for long before something would come in between.

he didn’t know that his dad and rose would be home earlier than they said. he thought he’d have the house to himself, that’s why he invited you to come. amidst a steamy make-out sesh did they walk in, followed by an argument between the two men. you awkwardly stood behind rafe, lips swollen and cheeks red as rose glared at you.

it didn’t end well, but when does it ever? forbidden love had its perks, but it also had its downfalls. ward demanded to break off whatever liaison his son had with you, whilst still raving about his disdain for the likes of you and how rafe turned out to be just like his disappointment of a sister. rafe decided that he’s had enough and stormed off with you.

that’s why rafe was in the cut at the dead of the night, standing in front of the chateau.

he shook his head, bringing out his phone to give you a call as he brought the large blanket closer to his chest.

incoming call: rafey <3

groaning, you reached out your hand and blindly patted around your bed for your ringing phone. the brightness of your phone glaring at you to the degree, making you hiss.

“rafe? it’s 2 in the morning, why the-” you grumbled, eyes fluttering close as sleep started to glaze over.

“come outside, babe. i’m on your front porch,” he said, taking in the sight of it before silently muttering, “if you could even call it a porch.”

“shut up, rafe,” you groaned, ending the call as you threw your blankets to the side and leaving your warm sanctuary to see your boyfriend. quietly making your way past john b’s room and jj, who was sleeping on the couch.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his torso as he placed a kiss on your temple.

“wanted to come see you, we don’t know to what extent my dad’ll go to make us break up, so let’s make the most of our time,” he shrugged, reaching out for your hand, he intertwined your fingers together and dragged you towards an open space.

rafe unfolded the blanket and spread it out, laying down on it as he opened his arms to invite you in.

snuggling into his embrace, you smiled softly, “you know, i’m usually the one who sneaks out to see you,”

he chuckled, his chest vibrating as he did, “yeah, but we gotta have some change now, i guess,”

you sighed, nuzzling deeper into his arms, “imagine if the clash between the kooks and pogues never existed, if the odds were in our favor, we would have lived happily,”

“we’ll get married,” rafe started, then tilted his head to look down at you, “a beach wedding, d’you want a beach wedding?”

“yeah,” you grinned, playing with the rings on his fingers, “then we’ll have two kids and a dog, and a house in between figure 8 and the cut,”

silence surrounded the both of you, sad smiles on your faces as you looked up at the twinkling stars. the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of the trees serving as a piece of calming music.

after a while, rafe began to speak up again, “are you… are you sure that this is worth all the secrecy, y/n?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, removing yourself from his hold to you look at him, “what?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “i just- we knew it would end one way or another, right?”

you paused, trying to let his words sink in before asking him, “what’re you trying to say, rafe?”

by now, he was already sitting up, “i’m just saying that we just got lucky that we lasted for nearly a year. i mean, it’s far-fetched, you’re a pogue, and i’m a kook. it would have been easier if you were like me,”

you scoffed pathetically, “oh, so it’s my fault now that i was born a pogue? well, i’m sorry that i couldn’t control how life works, that i have to work my ass off 24/7 to keep myself surviving,”

“you know that’s not what i meant, baby, it’s just that-“ rafe groaned, he didn’t know what else to say because that’s exactly what he meant.

“then what is it, rafe? you don’t know how hard it is to work multiple jobs just to keep yourself afloat, it’s unfair how we didn’t choose to live like this, yet you kooks torment us for trying to have food to serve on our tables,” you fumed, “so i’m sorry that we don’t have golden spoons sticking out of our mouths or that our daddies don’t give us whatever the hell we want,”

“i can’t believe you doubted us for even a second,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes to keep your tears from falling, “do you think this was all easy for me, rafe? because no, it wasn’t, but i still loved you with all that i am, with all that i have, because i knew that we’ll get through this.”

“y/n-”

“god, i can’t even look at you right now,” you stood up, grabbing your phone as you made your way back to the chateau, tears gathering in your eyes.

“y/n, wait, c’mon-”

rafe grabbed your arm, but you immediately removed it from his grasp as you whipped around, “you know, i may not have a lot to offer, but i knew that i made you happy and i loved you an awful lot, so i’m sorry if that wasn’t enough.”

you let the tears fall this time, looking at him one more time before going in and slamming the door shut, making jj jump up in surprise, “y/n?”

rafe stood there for a moment, trying to shake away the broken look on your face from his mind. he sauntered after you, knocking aggressively at the front door, “y/n, c’mon, i’m sorry, baby.”

john b rushed out of his room, jumbled and confused as he held the bat up, “wha-?”

you shoved him away and hurried back to your room. the two boys exchanged looks before opening the door. to say that they were shocked to see a disheveled rafe cameron on their doorstep was an understatement, “what the fuck are you doing in here, cameron?”

he ignored them and tried to push past them, “get outta the way, pogues,”

but they weren’t having it, they pushed him back with a glare. he scoffed, looking back once more before slowly backing off, grabbing the blanket before speeding away on his motorbike.

you wouldn’t choose to be here if you had a choice, but alas, if it means working at the midsummers and earning a decent salary with free champagne to drown your sorrows in, then you might just have to.

so, clad in a waitress’s apparel, too tight for your liking, and a tray of glasses of champagne in hand, you maneuvered your way towards the old uppity haughty kooks.

at a respectable distance, rafe was looking at you with a sad look on his face, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and tell you how sorry he is and how he loves you so much.

it was when topper’s voice snapped him out of his trance, “have you seen l/n’s ass in that uniform? i would’ve done her right then and there if she wasn’t a pogue,”

the sounds of his friends’ laughters fumed him, but instead of saying anything, he shot up out of his seat and approached you.

you momentarily glanced at him and swallowed, “champagne?”

he grabbed the glass that you shoved at his chest, fingers grazing over another, “y/n, please, i just want to talk,”

“i’m not here for you, cameron,” you caught a glimpse of his friends slowly approaching the both of you, sniggering from behind him, “i’m here to earn some money, so if you’ll excuse me,”

but before you could even make your way around them, topper and kelce harshly knocked on your shoulders, the tray of glasses breaking into pieces as it fell.

“watch it, pogue,”

gasps were heard across the room, as you staggered back from the force. you heard pope and jj run towards you, john b and kiara excusing themselves from the guests to follow.

you let out a shaky breath, crouching down to pick up the pieces as ward slowly walked over to scold you.

as they continued to laugh, they risked a glance to see a livid rafe glaring at them instead of laughing along with them, and with that, their laughter died down, a look of confusion replacing their amusement.

rafe looked around, catching the eye of his father who stopped in his tracks, a glint in his eye as if he was daring him to go help you, to ruin their family’s reputation.

without a single doubt, he took the broken shards from your hold and raised you up by your arms, earning another round of gasps from the crowd.

he looked at you, silently asking for permission. when a small smile tugged your lips, he leaned in slowly, closing in the proximity of your lips. your arms wrapped around his neck as his own wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

as you heard his father’s footsteps, rafe pulled away and grabbed your arm, sprinting into a run.

“rafe!”

the both of you burst into laughter as you dashed through the crowd, hands still intertwined as you looked for a quiet spot.

you stopped at their backyard, fairy lights hung from tree to tree, and the music from the platform softly echoing. trying to catch a breath, you let your head fall on his chest. rafe’s hand ran through your hair, “i’m sorry, y/n,”

“rafe-”

“no, no. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean what i said, okay? i love you too much,” he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks, “i’ll gladly give up the life i have right now if it means spending it with you. none of this luxury would compare to you, no amount of money would make me happy as you do.”

you pulled him into another kiss, running a hand through his hair. it was slow, sensual, something different from the type of intimacy you often did, as though if you rushed things, you’d open your eyes to see that everything was just a dream. rafe brought you closer than possible, a hand resting the other on the small of your back and on your hip, rubbing slow circles on the exposed skin.

pulling away slowly, you whispered a hoarse, “i love you, rafe cameron,”

he smiled softly, swaying slowly to the distant music. an aura of love and sovereignty enveloping the both of you in a bubble of your own. none of you cared about the rivalry anymore, or his father, or what other people would say. let them talk.

it wouldn’t bother you, because you had each other, and that’s what matters the most.

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[beann-e]

Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

[sammygvfslut]

i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

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[hollandsmushroom]

A Ring and A Chain

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and proposals. 

Summary: Tom wants to replace something of yours but comes up with a conclusion so you can keep your old ones as well. 

Word Count: 1610

You awoke to a rose on the pillow next to you, the soft smell enchanting your olfactory senses and drawing you from your peaceful sleep, it was in just enough time to catch the shirtless back of your boyfriend slipping out of the room. You're wrapped around the green stem, bringing the flora to your nose and inhaling deeply, the soft petals rubbing against your nose and making you shiver. The touch reminded you of gentle innocence and wandering through stores as a child trying to find the softest item, it was pure and unmeaning yet somehow filled with love. Your fingers pressed into the soft mattress topper, raising your sleep impaired body from the blankets. 

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, toes curling as the bare soles met the cold wooden floor, a shiver running through your body at the sudden change in air surrounding it, looking longingly at the pile of blankets on the bed before the sound of the kettle in the kitchen pulled you in the direction. The scent of tea and coffee replaced the lingering aroma of roses on your cheeks. You heard Tom before you saw him, the velvety notes of his humming overwhelming your hearing as you leaned against the door frame. Your body was shrouded with one of Tom’s shirt, the one that he had taken off last night before getting in bed, he was wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the shadow of his hip bone peaking out, making you want to fall to your knees and places feathery kisses along the line of musculature.

His weight shifted from foot to foot, twisting around to face the kitchen island, where two plates with fresh fruit adorning the white porcelain sat. His brown eyes widened, eyebrows raising up his forehead, as he finally became aware of your presence. Your fingers still spinning the rose that had been so kindly placed next to you, he watched your movements as his eyes returned to normal, gaze softening as it went from your hands to your sleepy eyes. 

A yawn escaped your lips as you shuffled towards him, he stood still, hands still holding the frying pan that was filled with the pancakes he had lovingly made. Your arms wrapped around his naked torso, nuzzling your cheek against his bare chest, his skin smooth against yours. You huffed contentedly as he set the pan down, his arms encircling you and pulling you tight, lips burying themselves in your hair as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I thought you were still asleep” He spoke quietly, eyeing yoru striking features as you continued to cuddle yourself into him.

“Was, but a little cupid woke me up” you giggled, peeling your eyes open to meet his gaze, a smile spreading across your cheeks with how much adoration he was pouring into his stare, a grin quickly spreading to him as well. Leaning in and uniting your lips, it was a soft kiss, yet it still took your breath away. The only noise that filled your ears was the sound of your heart pounding, blood rushing as the world seemed to spin, there was more passion in this one kiss than there had been in any of your other relationships combined. His hands found your cheeks, thumbing over the dips of your orbital bones.

He continued this movement as you pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another as you both tried to catch your breath, everything in you seems to have been poured into that kiss. 

“Good morning” he whispered, not wanting to break the serenity that was the atmosphere of the kitsch at the moment. 

“Morning” you hum, looking at his eyes in time to catch them cover with a thick layer of fear, pulling back from your embrace, he placed pancakes on the plates and moved them to the other side of the island where two champagne glasses of orange juice sat. 

“What is the occasion?” you asked, curious at what made this morning so special. 

“Um, let's just eat and then you can see” he assured, kissing your lips tenderly as he moved around the island and pulling out your chair, which you happily accepted, the soft suede of the seat brushing against your bare thighs as you settled in, waiting for Tom to sit down before you started eating. 

“How did you sleep?” you spoke before taking your first bite, humming in satisfaction as you rolled your eyes back to show the pleasure this food had caused your taste buds. 

“I slept alright, if I’m honest, I just couldn’t get to sleep” he muttered, pulling your hand into his and twisting the rings that sat on your finger around, something he only did when he was really nervous. 

“Tom? Are you okay?” you asked, worry overtaking as you turned to face him, he looked terrified, his knee was shaking and he looked like he was about to start sweating. 

“Mhmm, I guess I just really need to talk to you about something” his voice was soft, turning his whole body to face you as he slipped something out of his pocket, a small black box. 

“Yeah?” you tried to ignore the box, thinking maybe he was upset that an heirloom broke or something but part of you exploded, thinking ‘what if this is what I think it is’. 

“Okay, here goes nothing,” he said, more to himself than to you. “Y/n, I love you, and you know that but, something has changed,” he paused, making your heart stop, did he want the small amethyst ring that he had given you years ago back, was he no longer in love with you?  Pinky and thumb going to scratch at the metal band that now felt too hot against your skin. 

“Last year, when we sat here in the kitchen and we hadn’t slept all night but you decided that you wanted to make breakfast before going to bed, you accidentally dropped the whipped cream on the floor and instead of clean it up or cry you sat down and dipped your strawberries in the part that wasn’t on the floor” he recounted that wild morning where all the both of you did was humor the others eccentricities, tears coming to your eyes in anticipation of what you truly believed to be happening. “I saw you and something in me clicked, all of the other times that we had of just being each other and going on adventures together came back and I realized that there is no one else that I would want to get lemonade with a 2 a.m. after getting late night noodles at that noodle express place in the financial district. Or that I would not have loved the night we found a rave randomly as much as I did if it was with anyone else” Your eyes searched  his, tears now streaming down both of your faces. “There is no one in this world I would rather be myself with, you make me feel loved and cherished and like I am perfectly enough at whatever point in time.” he took a deep breath, opening the box to reveal a small ring that was surrounded by something else silver, a chain? “In short, you make my life what I want it to be and I want to spend the rest of my life doing my best to make you feel a fraction of how you make me feel, will you do me the honor and marry me?” he rushed it out but you caught every single word. 

“You make me feel everything and more, Tom, of course I will marry you” you sobbed, it was a messy cry, snot on your top lip that you ignored, not caring anymore. 

“Oh thank god,” he cried, pressing his lips to yoru in a tearstained kiss, joy radiating off of the both of you. His fingers reader for the small silver chain, placing it in the palm of your open hand making you look at him with eyes that asked what?

“Um, you already have rings on your engagement finger so I figured that you could put them on the chain and wear them around your neck cause they will be replaced” a grin found its place on your lips as he handed you the ring as well. 

“I was, uh-hoping that the ring you would wear on you finger would be the engagement ring cause-” you cut off his rambling with your lips, hands wrapping around his neck as you pulled him close once again, you fingers making quick work of removing your other rings before pulling back, showing him your naked finger as you set your other rings aside, the clang of metal on marble beautiful to his ears, a sign of your devotion. 

“Would you put it on me?” you questioned, holding the ring he had offered you just moments before out to him. 

“Of course” he hummed, taking the ring and sliding it down on your finger before turning around, unclasping the chain and threading it through your past rings. 

“Here, let me help you with this as well” his voice was melting you and your throat had closed with emotion, you could only nod. He leaned in, lips on lips again as his hands went around your neck this time, clasping your new jewelry on before pulling back, admiring his now soon to be spouse. 

“I love you, future Holland” he mumbled, now fiddling with your engagement ring, but no longer out of anxiety, out of pure excitement. 

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