#Venom my favourite guy Venom who I immediately said “I will not rest until I get you a W” after seeing his X Plus endings

[golden-stag]

6. 11. 13. For the ask game please (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

I'm gonna also do Venom I hope you don't mind :>

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

I think I always just refer to him as Venom in my head? Sometimes shortened to Ven.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Oh, it was definitely while I was watching the X Plus cutscenes, and it really set in when I saw his endings in that game.

Something about both of his endings being tragic and how Venom didn't really get a "good" ending in the game he debuted in made me *really invested* in where they were going to take him.

And Venom has had a vice grip on my brain ever since ❤️ !

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

If I could draw as much as I wanted I'd be making so many animatics for Venom... it's me and all these NIN animatics I have planned out in my head against the world.

Thank you for the ask bro :D!

[dongofthewolf]

Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?

Making Amends

Abby Anderson x Reader

Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au

Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)

No pronouns are mentioned for the reader

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!

“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.

There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.

Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.

“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.

“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”

She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.

“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.

You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.

Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.

“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”

“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.

Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”

“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.

“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“

“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”

“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.

You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.

“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.

“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.

Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.

“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”

“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?

“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”

You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.

You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-

“Fine.” Fuck.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.

What did you just get yourself into?

—

“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.

“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.

Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.

After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.

The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.

You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.

“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.

You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”

“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.

“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.

You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.

Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.

“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.

Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.

The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.

—

You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.

You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.

Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.

After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.

Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.

That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.

You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.

Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.

You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”

“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.

“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.

Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“

“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”

Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”

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fireworks

kakashi hatake/fem!reader

word count: 2774 warnings: descriptions of violence, descriptions of blood, descriptions of killing, alcohol use author notes: i wanted to write something a little different than i usually would i kinda got a little tired of my wips lol

the first time i saw him, i was eight years old with a shy curiosity about the world. long story short, his shoulder collided with my own. he wasn’t watching where he was going and neither was i, the hard jolt gave me such a fright that i yelled at him to watch where he was going. i had too much pride to admit i was at fault, lost in a daydream once again. he shared my reaction and my sentiment. saying i should watch myself too with great annoyance in his tone. i scoffed, he huffed, we went our separate ways.

i had always heard his name but never connected the dots until i was much older but still not much wiser. he was a prodigy, i was painfully just above average. as a bright eyed genin, i was out in the world and only starting to understand the true meaning of the path i chose at the naive age of six. his squad was babysitting my own on a mission. his mentor stands next to mine and introduces us and my face sours immediately. unlike him i don’t have a mask to hide it. he avoids me for the whole mission but his teammates are nice.

his red eye was making waves around the world, he was a myth and enemies across the land waited in anticipation for the day to come where they could finally see it in the flesh. great gain had come with great loss, i’m sure he wishes the second hand eye was back with its original owner. i remember the first time i saw him lift up his headband and expose it to the world. the blood red eye and it’s black swirls, chills shoot down my spine like pins and needles. engaging with an enemy was pure violence, animalistic and messy yet he made it seem so graceful. 

the pines and the dark forest disappear before my eyes; now he stands on a wooden stage with his foe, dancing under a spotlight. every dodge and weave is smooth and flawless. his strikes felt as natural and as quick as a snake striking at its prey. i watch his performance with a disregard for my own safety and when the last of our enemies hit the dirt, i wait for him to bow. instead he shakes the blood off his kunai and the famous eye is tucked away under his headband. i think i fell in love with him that afternoon.

the girl who died, her name was rin and that one time her team babysat mine, she braided my hair by a campfire and said i had a pretty name. she didn't deserve to die. they whisper about him when he walks by, terrible nasty things. but i smile at him, wave to him when i see him and hope it makes him feel less alone in the world. he sees it and he averts his gaze without reply or acknowledgement. rejection makes my chest tighten, if only slightly. naturally i assume he doesn’t like me, maybe he doesn’t like anyone. 

i'm in a village with my squad for a mission, it’s small but the green tea in the wooden cup and the smell of rabbit stew on the stovetop makes me feel at home. the excited teenage boy asks me about the things i've seen. the only thing he knows is chopping wood and shearing sheep. he asks me about a rumour he’s heard by a traveller about the boy that conjures lightning in his hand, he asks me if i've seen it before in the flesh. i smile and nod and confirm that i have. he asks me to describe it. i don't know how to at first.

first, you hear the static snapping and popping and it captures your attention instantly. then the pale blue light grows bigger and bigger in his hand, it takes on a life of its own and i won’t lie and say that it doesn’t make my heart beat out of my chest but he tames it like a wild beast, he has complete control. if you stand off to the side, you can watch the show. lightning surrounds him but he is never burnt. he’s like a god when he strikes, i've never seen something so terrifying but beautiful. he's beautiful. but i don’t tell the teenage boy that and i dont tell him that sometimes the loud crackle of his chidori haunts me when im alone. 

when i'm a chunnin, i feel much older than i am. it's not due to the title of my rank but because i keep plunging my kunai into grown men’s hearts and have to pretend it doesn’t faze me to see blood squirting from punctured arteries. i don't see him around the village much anymore. he lives in the darkness, in the shadows but sometimes he comes out into the light. he's grown so much older and taller and i think he looks handsome in his gear. toned arms and biceps and that tattoo on his left upper arm, the one that tells the world where his loyalties lie. walking past him, i prepare to feel the chill of his icy demeanor but i say his name, wave and smile. the only one of his eyes that sees the world widens and the veins of his arms bulge at my greeting, i can’t see his hands because they’re stuffed in his pockets. he always looks away but this time, for the smallest of seconds, he nods in my direction and then he is gone.

when the nine tailed beast attacks the village, i am kept away from the battle in a forest with the rest of the ninja around my age. he’s there, standing by his friend who talks and talks. i like his friend, he always greets me with enthusiasm. i try to ignore the sounds of my village being destroyed and the screams of the unfortunate dying people as i am powerless to do anything. my eyes move on their own in his direction only to find he has the same idea. for a moment, air leaves my lungs and i nod politely before i look away. his eyes meet mine one, two, three times. that night my home was buried under a mountain of rock and rubble and he lost the last person that knew the true extent of the damage this world had inflicted on him. 

the elderly lady at the stall with the hair clips told me i've grown into a beautiful young lady and i blush at her comment and insist it isn’t so. she tells me i must have a lot of boys' attention and i buy the deep blue hair clip with the faux sapphire gem. it stands out in my dark hair. it's been a long time since my house was crushed and a long time since he’s sat in the dango store with his friends but here’s there when i walk by. the compliment has me on cloud nine and i'm glad he’s not alone anymore. i smile at the group, say ‘ hey guys ’ and wave. for a millisecond my eye catches his as i'm walking by and my mind plays tricks on me. i think i see his cheeks tinge red.

kurenai came up to me one summer's morning and asked if i was attending the festival. i told her i was but likely alone. maybe i wasn’t such a pretty girl, no fish ever nibbled on the hook of the fishing pole i cast into the waters. her boyfriend looked bored as we spoke and her crimson eyes smile when she brings up the boy with the silver hair’s name, pretending she doesn’t notice my breath hitch for the slightest of moments. ‘ you should ask him, he’s not going with anyone either ’ she tells me and then she drags her boyfriend away. i sit alone on the cliffs for an hour thinking it through, my knees up to my chin as i wonder why she would suggest such a thing. iwashi is pissed that i'm twenty minutes late to meet up with them.

his group joins up with mine hours later and i greet him as i always do. he stands off to the side and plays with his hands and every time i catch his eye he looks as if he wants to say something to me. they say love feels like butterflies but when my eyes meets his, those butterflies turn into angry bees. i want to say something to him too, ask him where his friend got the idea that i should ask him to go with me but the bees within me sting and their venom prevents me from opening my mouth. i avert my gaze and pretend to listen to genma when he talks about his favourite order of ramen. 

we all part ways but we’re together again within the hour and i'm waiting nervously at the spot kurenai told me to come back to. my yukata is the colour of lapis and white periwinkles decorate the sleeves and i wonder if i look plain compared to the girls around me dressed in passionate pinks, gentle purples, and bold reds. he doesn’t see me at first but i see him. his yukata is dark grey with light thin stripes and it compliments his bright silver hair wonderfully. it’s the first time i've seen his hair down and his long strands are wild and stick out all over the place, i think i fall in love with him all over again. hes alone and i don’t dare to approach but he finally sees me. he waves, i nod. he's so handsome that i can’t stand to look at him so i don’t.

it’s dark and explosions of many colours light up the sky. i'm so distracted by the loud boom echoing off the hills and the blue, red, white and green lights on a black landscape that i don’t notice he's standing right beside me watching it too. knuckles lightly brush against my own, my chest tightens at the sensation. it’s distracting enough that i tear my eyes away from the sky show. they’re as wide as a possum when i meet his gaze. he doesn’t say anything, he just stares for a moment before he looks back at the fireworks. it was an accident and i forgive and forget but then his fingers awkwardly hook around my own, clinging for dear life. i cannot look, i cannot think nor speak. i hold my breath and blink rapidly while i cling onto his fingers just as tightly. when the fireworks are finished, we consider each other in silence for a minute. his hand leaves mine and we part ways without a word.

every time i see him, i see fireworks and feel the ghost of his fingers wrap around my own. he acknowledges me and we’re rarely left alone around each other; when we are we do not speak of it. we lean against a railing side by side and watch our friends fool around. courageously i say to him that the weather is nice today and he nods in agreement before his friend calls him over. when he leaves my side, his knuckles brush past mine once more. i jump in surprise and tell myself it was another forgivable accident but then he glances back at me as he walks away and i can’t be too sure. 

i am frozen still in a shrub waiting for the enemy to pass by. the sound of my heartbeat in my ears is so loud but suddenly it is replaced with the familiar crackle of electricity that haunted my dreams for the longest of times. when i turn around i see a man gasping for life, holding on tightly to the kunai i imagined would have been plunged into the nape of my neck if it wasn’t for the ball of lightning sizzling away in his chest. the man’s body drops to the ground and i finally see him standing there in the man’s place, his lower arm is soaked with blood from the fatal strike. he takes my hand and helps me onto my feet. that famous red eye is hiding behind a porcelain hound mask and he asks me if i'm okay. i assure him i am and thank him, he nods his head in reply and walks away. i don’t mind that he’s left my hand stained with our enemy’s blood. 

when i am given the rank of jonin i am months away from being twenty. i’m not allowed to drink just yet but my older friends buy bottles of sake to share in the park and i accept the invitation without giving it much thought. it’s sweet on my tongue and goes down smoothly, the aftertaste reminds me of potatoes for some strange reason i can’t put my finger on. i drink and i drink until half a bottle is gone and my cheeks are red and i laugh too loudly at asuma’s lame jokes. the stars are beautiful tonight but they just look like streaks of light in my blurry vision. i lay in the grass, my head feels light and my stomach slightly churns. out of nowhere he is in my line of sight, standing over me with a touch of concern on the features that aren’t hidden away. he asks me if i'm okay and i say i'm just fine and i think to myself that i'm glad to see him. 

when he takes me home, he lectures his friends that i'm too young to get drunk and they reply that i'll be old enough in a couple of months and it doesn’t make that much of a difference. he doesn’t mind my drunken babbling and how my head leans on his shoulder as we walk slowly through the dimly lit streets. his grip around my waist is tight and i try not to say something foolish like the way he fights is a form of art or that i want him to hold my hand again. he drops me off at the door and leaves once i am inside safely. i pass out that night thinking of the ways i want to be his.

i am twenty one when he leaves the anbu and i see him on the streets alone. his nose is in a book and he doesn’t notice as i walk by. i fight the urge to turn around and ask him how he’s going, i’ll be late to meet up with my old squad to train if i do. later when i walk home, i stare off into the distance and think about making dinner and sharpening my collection of kunai when i collide with something hard. i jump out of fright at the impact, ready to snap when two hands land on my shoulders to secure me in place. we’re not kids anymore and he smiles at me and apologises even when i'm at fault. i ask him how he’s been and he says he’s been just fine. he walks me home and we talk about missions and his new role as a squad leader. on my doorstep he says he’ll see me around and then he is gone and i am left greedily wanting more of his time.

one day when we are standing alone he tells me he is in love with me. it is is out of the blue and i brush it off with laugher, telling him he couldn’t possibly be; he takes my hand in his and insists it’s true. he tells me that he has been since the moment i collided with him in the street when he was ten years old. that when the world was unkind to him, i provided enough kindness to keep him going, all in a smile and a greeting. it is everything i have wanted to hear and more. the angry swarm of bees are back and i am stung over and over again. he can tell that i'm paralysed so his lips fall gently onto mine and it allows me to say the things i cannot utter out loud. my eyes are closed and i can see the very same fireworks from the night our fingers touched. when he breaks away from me he says we should get out of here and wordlessly i agree. we walk in the streets of the village and i am unsure of the destination he has in mind. his fingers are wrapped around mine.

[fanfictionfansmiction]

I Said Your Name

It’s been awhile! Here’s a Fred Weasley X Reader that’s a modern AU where you love him and plan to tell him about it but chicken out and the story follows you at a party. I’m not the best at summaries but I hope you guys enjoy! Also PSA if you have any requests feel free to ask!

Word Count: 1885

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“I’m leaving.” I whisper to anyone who can hear me. Large tears run down my face and blur my vision.

Using all the strength left in my shaking arms I push myself off the fabric sofa knocking into Hermione as I do. She doesn’t notice for once, too invested in what Ron was saying. Her nose pink and her large teeth biting down on her lip in anticipation for climax of the story she’s already heard hundreds of times. I hear Neville say goodbye. I don’t bother to respond pushing myself through the crowd that’s gathered around the entryway. Too frustrated and focused on getting out of there I realise I’ve left my coat in the kitchen. I stop in my tracks because I can’t leave without my coat, but I really don’t want to go into the kitchen where he is.

To be fair I’m not sure he knows what he’s doing. I suppose my anger would seem more justified if I told Fred. If he knew that every time he recommends an old film, I go home and watch it. I should tell him. I really did mean to tell him when he picked me up tonight. Hermione and I planned it out. I was going to invite him in because ‘I just wasn’t ready yet’. We’d be alone in my house and then I’d tell him. That it didn’t matter to me if he didn’t feel the same way but if I didn’t tell him it was going to ruin me. A little dramatic in the wording I know but a feeling like this requires dramatics. A man like Fred is someone I want to be dramatic with. But no. I couldn’t tell him. Tonight, when I opened the door and looked up at him hair damp from the rain and face red from the cold. He took my hands and said, “It’s so bloody cold out there! Feel how cold I am.” I rubbed his red hands in mine trying to warm them up. We just stood there, door wide open laughing. So how did the night end up like this?

Before we left, I made sure that all the windows and doors were locked, more focused on the notes stuffed in my coat pocket than whatever Fred was talking about.

“And then she kissed me!” Fred exclaimed breathless.

I turned my head not realising how wide my eyes had gotten. For a moment I thought Fred looked guilty.

“Don’t looked so surprised,” he laughed my name throwing a toned arm over my shoulder, “I really didn’t expect it though. I always thought she was into someone else.” He said looking down at me. Before he could continue, I asked if we were ready to go. A lopsided grin took over his pink face, “Yeah I think we are.”

The house party was only a few streets away, but the walk felt wrong. Too much tension for a walk with my Fred. I think he could feel it too.

“Someone said everyone from the old days were going to be there.” Fred said bumping into me.

“Well, you know Lily and James go all out with these things. It’s so great that Harry still gets to do these things at their house.” I replied.

“Could you imagine if I asked mum to do something like this.” Fred barked with laughter.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

When we entered the warmth of the house hit us. Filled with happy faces and the golden light I always associated with the Potters. A wave of ‘heys’ hit us as we entered. Lily and James weaved their way through the crowd to greet us. Hugging us and informing us of all the free booze in the kitchen. Sending us off with a wink.

“I love it here.” Fred spoke leaning down so I could hear him over the steady thud of music.

When we reached the kitchen, Fred told me he’s sort out the drinks, so I leant against the kitchen counter listening to a work story he was telling me when Oliver Wood sauntered into the room and placed himself by me. Fred attention followed Oliver all the way to empty space next he now filled.

“Here, I made you your favourite.” Fred said handing me the glass and snaking his arm around my waist tugging me a little closer toward him. “How’s it going Wood?” Fred asked arching his brow.

“Oh, you know, the Rugby’s worked out for me I actually just signed my new contract. I did however just break up with my girl,” Oliver looked at me, “you know we just wanted different things. I wanted to settle down get serious. She didn’t.” He said, thinking a moment before continuing, “So when did you two finally get together?” He asked cocking his brow. Fred’s arm suddenly retracted from my waist and a gap began to form between us.

Fred’s face a violent red, he cleared his throat before he started “No mate, we aren’t together. Just friends. I’m actually sort of dating this other girl. She’s actually coming here tonight.” He chugged the rest of his drink actively avoiding my glare. “I need a refill what about you two?”

Before I could answer Oliver slid closer to me and asked, “So does that mean you’re single?”

My mouth fell open, “Um, uh, yeah. Yes, I am single. Actually, I haven’t been on a date in forever.” I said ignoring the burning feeling in the back of my head. Oliver smiled at me like he’d just gotten good news. I felt Fred about to interrupt when the kitchen door opened.

“Freddie!” A voice rang.

“Oh, hey there.” Fred said preoccupied.

Oliver cleared his throat, “Let’s leave these two alone, I think they’re playing drinking games in the other room.” He took my hand in his rough ones gently guiding me away into the dining room.

I played drinking games with Oliver with a few hours until he got called away for some emergency. That’s how I ended up a little too drunk sat on that sofa rethinking everything.

I was sat there for about an hour. At first, I was joining in with the conversation laughing with the others but then on my way to the toilet I caught a glimpse of Fred and his sort of girlfriend. Her face buried in his neck, him laughing holding her close. I locked myself in the bathroom. My heart beating a little too loud. I slump down onto the toilet seat trying to catch my breath. This is not how my night was supposed to go.

After staying in the bathroom for twenty minutes I returned to my seat hoping that it wasn’t too obvious that I’d been crying. I think they noticed. No one said anything but I could tell. The worried glances exchanged by those sober enough to care.

So here I am. Standing in the middle of the entryway. Red faced and a little too drunk. Why should I feel weird? He’s the one who was being weird! Why should I cry over him?

“Everything alright love?” Lily asked softly. I turn to look at her intending to answer before I can she says. “Go tell him.”

I nod at her. If I were sober, I’d feel ridiculous but right now it almost feels like an under reaction.

I storm back through the house the crowd parting slightly as I do. Pushing my way through the kitchen door I see Fred leant against the kitchen island his head hanging down covering his face with his hands. I stomp my way through and snatch my coat from the space next to Fred which causes him to look up.

He says my name quietly. The fury in my veins almost disperses at once. I don’t let it.

“Fred, I need to tell you something.” My voice is a little shaky. I try to continue but Fred tries to stop me.

The kitchen door slams open and Fred’s sort of girlfriend is stood there with red eyes fuelled with recognisable rage.

“Is this her?” She spits eyeing me like I’m prey. She then mockingly moans my name which completely throws me. Suddenly I’m confused what I’m still doing here with the feeling that I should leave immediately.

“You are pathetic Fred. I cannot believe you. Don’t try to contact me we are done.” She declares with venom before gracefully exiting the room. I almost follow her wanting to ask her what happened. My feet move before my mind does, I’m only stopped by Fred tugging at my arm.

“I don’t think she’s going to want to talk to you.” He says with his head down still.

“Why not?” I ask looking up at him trying to catch his eye.

“You don’t want to know.”

“If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t have asked Fred.” The anger re-enters my body as I yank my arm out of his grasp.

“Not you too.” He whines.

“Yes, me too. You have ruined my entire night! And apparently, I’m not the only one. Look I came back here to get my coat and tell you how I feel but quite frankly I don’t think that’s a conversation I want to have with you right now. I’m leaving. Goodnight Fred.” I declare following the exit of the girl before me.

On my way out I quickly thank Lily for hosting as I walk away, I hear them laugh and the words “He’s such an idiot.”

I stomped the entire walk home trying to shake the foul mood out of me. As I reached the top of my road, I hear Fred call after me.

“What Fred?” I shout back pulling my keys out of my pocket.

“Please wait! I just need to talk to you.” He yelled after me sprinting the small distance between us.

“Can we do this tomorrow Fred?” I ask opening my front door.

“No, we need to do this now.” He announces.

“Fine, come inside.” I tell him.

Before he begins, he says my name softly, “Earlier when I was telling you about the kiss I had more to say. You cut me off.” He says closing the gap between us. He brushes a piece of hair out of my face, from this small action I feel a warmth grow inside me “What I was going to say was that it didn’t feel right. When I was kissing her all I could think about was you. About your lips. About the way you smell. And the way she wasn’t you. When Oliver showed up, I acted like an idiot. Then she showed up and I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell her how I felt. Then I drank a little too much and said your name when I was kissing her. Look I have loved you before I really knew what it meant. I still don’t really know what it means but I don’t want to lose you over a dumb mistake like the ones I made tonight. I love you.” He says softly with tears forming in his eyes.

“Fred.” I say, “I love you too.” I touch my hand to his face.

“Your hands are so cold.” He laughs.

[daddychims]

Offside Pt15

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

P.S. the final member made a cameo (or should I say honorary mention?) , everyone please welcome Mr Min Yoongi! 

“Do I get to finally taste some of your placebo effect?”

You watch as the guy’s lips curls on one side to a slight smirk, pushing you against the doorframe and locking you between his half naked figure and the frame

“J-Jimin,” you gasp pushing against the guy’s bare chest “I need to wash up before dinner!”

“My dinners served right here,” he retorts as he presses his forehead against yours “Where would I go when my full course meal is standing right here ready for me to eat her up.”

“Jimin,” you scold in an authoritative tone “Joon and Jiwoo are waiting for us!”

“Babe, why are you so tense, you just gotta let go and indulge a bit,” he sighs as he moves his head down to your chin, pressing a gentle kiss on the soft skin under your lips “, my tongue skills has never disappointed anyone and you’re not gonna be a first!”

You gulp as a rush of arousal shoots between your legs, biting your lips to deny the temptations of giving in to the guy’s seductive words but the earlier images of Jungkook warning you against Jimin tugs on your heart.

“I’m hungry,” you reply firmly, shifting to move away from him and watch him part his lips to respond but you immediately predict his next words “and not hungry for you Park! LIKE GENIUNLY HUNGRY!”

“Fine, I don’t know if you heard but the menu is my delicious chicken curry,” He chuckles, his moon shaped eyes disappearing as he moves away from you “I’ll let you go on one condition!”

“What?” you raise an eyebrow

“Joonie hyung said you give killer massages,” he smirks viciously “and our club’s physio thinks I would really benefit from some massage.”

“You’re telling me none of your booty calls are capable of rubbing your neck for you!” you roll your eyes as you walk to the sink to wash your hand

“They’re just good at rubbing one off, but not really my neck” he rests his hand on the doorframe “somewhere down south!”

You glance at him pointing at his dick which the towel is doing a mediocore job of hiding and roll your eyes “Off course they would!” you snicker as you turn the tap off and move to walk pass him

“So, are we on?” He asks as he follows you, not caring that he’s about to walk in the living room literally half naked “Am I getting one of your killer massages or not?”

“I’ll see,” you turn around stopping him as you face him “If you behave, like a good boy,” A slight smile plasters on your lips as your hands travels to his blonde hair to stroke the silky strands “then I might consider.”

“Mhmmm,” he raises an eyebrow, “So you’re into good boys huh?” his eyes darken as he takes a step forward and murmurs “Then why the fuck were you messing around with a guy like Yoongi Hyung?”

Your eyes widen and you immediately step back, expression hardening but he stops you by holding around your waist “How-How do you know?”

“Relax,” he soothes “Yoongi Hyung was SNU soccer team’s wildcard before setting off for nationals,” he explains softly “Hanguk’s Nerd and SNU’s Jock, your story is one of the campus favourite love stories.”

“Failed love story,” you correct with a cold tone “If you haven’t heard the ending, I’ll let tell you, Min Yoongi cheated on me,” you add with a tone dripping with venom “Which was a good lesson for me to not mess around with guys like him anymore!”

“Mhmm guys like him …” Jimin’s voice trails off as he stares at you for a few seconds in silence, as if he’s trying to figure you out “Explains why you’ve been playing so hard to get!”

“Now you know Park,” you flash a bitter smile “Keep it moving and go make your love story with another girl,” you hesitate before adding “One that is still stupid enough to believes there is a happy ending with guys like you and Min Yoongi.”

You turn on your heels but his words stop you “I just want my massage,” he calls and you look back at him with an annoyed expression “I’ll be a good boy!” he throws his hand up in the air as a sign of succumbing to you

“Get dressed and let’s have dinner first!”

“Yes Ma’am.” He salutes with a naughty tone before running down the hallway like a little boy

You sigh and turn around towards the living room where Jiwoo and Joon are already indulging in the chicken curry Jimin cooked

“Hurry up,” Joon calls with mouth full of food “It’s getting cold, where is Park?”

“Getting dressed,” you mutter through gritted teeth “maybe you should have told me he’s naked in the shower when I was heading to bathroom.”

“Sorry I forgot,” he shrugs as he jams another mouthful of rice and curry in his mouth “It’s not like you don’t see naked guys at you at work all the time.”

“So …” Jiwoo interrupts as you scoop some curry into your plate “You and Jeon huh?”

“JOON!” You cry and the guy immediately chokes on his food, developing a coughing fit immediately “You’re fucking useless!” you cry in rage

“don’t scold him,” Jiwoo glares at you as he hands a cup of water to her boyfriend “you’re useless for not telling me that you’re about to get some of that Golden dick? Why? You thought I’ll ask you to share?”

“Hey Hey,” Joon knocks on the table with a raspy voice, scolding Jiwoo “You young lady, you’re not thirsting over dick when I’m sitting here all healthy and ready to serve you!”

“I was just saying,” Jiwoo rolls her eyes “The point is this little snake is fucking Hanguk’s Golden Dick and is not telling me- “

“who’s fucking Hanguk’s Golden dick?” Jimin walks in the living room and you immediately motion to Jiwoo to shut up

“Nothing, this curry is actually good- “you try to change the subject, but your dense friend is clueless to your effort

“She’s fucking Hanguk’s golden dick,” Jiwoo motions to you explaining to Jimin “AKA Jeon Jungkook!”

“Oh,” Jimin nods, glancing at you “Interesting, last time I asked her she denied!”

“Wait, how did you know?” Joon asks with a confused tone

“Last time we were playing billiard, Jeon was eating her up with his eyes,” Jimin explains with a casual tone “Then he and his stupid friend pulled this shit of betting with me over driving her home,” he hesitates as he munches on his bread “the guy’s pretty aggressive!”

“Didn’t I tell you to take her home?” Joon throws a piece of bread at Jimin before glancing at you “So this has been going for a while!”

“First of all, I can get my ass home just fine, you don’t need to assign your minions to take care of me,” you glance at Jimin and quickly mutter “Second of all, NOTHING HAS BEEN GOING ON! Just because you all can’t keep your coochie in your pants like some hormonal teenagers doesn’t mean I can’t either!”

“They’re boning,” Jimin immediately replies following your statement

“I agree,” Jiwoo reaches to high five him “The fact that she’s denying it so hard, proves it all more!”

“I don’t care if you’ve fucked him or not,” Joon adds “You’re stopping it right here, right now!” he warns before glancing at Jimin “And you, next time I assign you to take care of her, you stick to her and don’t leave her side until I say so.”

“Yes Captain,” Jimin’s grin widens as he wraps his arms around you “Got the field all covered, Jeon wouldn’t even get past the midfield to make the goal.”

“I am doing just fine not boning Jeon,” you swat his hand away as you glare at your best friend “Also it’s not like your little minion is any better than Jeon!”

“Darling, I’m sitting right here,” Jimin raises an eyebrow “That’s the second time you’ve insulted my height and I can only take so much.”

“You called me a field like I’m some sort of a fucking ball game!” you spit back at the guy in disbelief

“This is why I’m not worried about him,” Joon chimes in “You two probably kill each other before actually get to the action. In my risk analysis he’s less dangerous than Jeon at this point.”

“Your risk analysis can suck my non-existent dick!” you throw a napkin at him

“I don’t care what you say,” Joon declares firmly “Jeon is a no no, I can lend you the whole SNU’s soccer club if you need to get laid, but Jeon is too risky for you. Stay away from him.”

“Thanks for the advice grandpa,” you roll your eyes “Keep your SNU boys to yourself.”

“You can always have me all to yourself baby,” Jimin leans in to whisper against your ears when you bring the knife up close to him

“Behave Park! I have a knife in my hand!”

You sigh as he laughs and shifts away from you and all of you continue eating your dinner in peace.

-

You look at the guy gasping for air as he crouches down against the wall, your shaking hands immediately looking through your kit as you find the can of supplemental oxygen and rush back to him. You don’t know how you got yourself to the office when the coach told you Jeon left the game half time because he wasn’t feeling well and asked you to check on him before Dr. Kim arrives because it looked kind of serious.

You immediately made a phone call to Dr Kim as you ran with your life to the office where you hoped you’d find the guy. When you entered the office you found the guy plastered against the wall, coughing for his life, his lips parted and gasping for air, a layer of sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes sending you to a full on panic on all the sign and symptoms of a fight or flight response you could recognize.

You kneel against him, bringing the mouthpiece to his lips “On the count of three, take a deep breath in for me-“

Your gaze falters as he slaps the can away from him and brings his dark gaze to you

“J-Jeon-“

“I don’t need your pity,” he says through gritted teeth “Get out of my face.”

“I called Dr.Kim, he told me to give you some oxygen while we wait on him,” You mutter, anger taking over your words but trying really hard to stay calm “I’ll get fired if he arrives and knows I haven’t done my job!”

“Wouldn’t that be good for you?” He scoffs raising an eyebrow “Maybe you can get a job at SNU and suck Park Jimin’s dick full time.”

“W-What?” you furrow your eyebrows “What are you talking about-“

“You went riding his dick right after you were about to fuck me IN MY FUCKING ROOM,” he raises his voice “I saw how you were straddling him on Jiwoo Nuna’s Instagram.”

Your head starts running like a clock and you feel your breath hitching in your throat, you never noticed Jiwoo taking a picture of you. But knowing the girl is a social media guru you weren’t surprised hearing she posted a photo of you giving Jimin a neck massage. And to anyone who wasn’t there that night, specially the guy sitting against you it would look as if you were doing things other than just a therapeutic massage.

“I- “you part your lips “I didn’t- “

“So, it’s just me isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow “Whenever I fucking touch you, you push me away and act all virgin Mary,” He scoffs “But You don’t have a problem humping Park Jimin’s cock like a whore, Do you?”

“Jungkook, J-Just please stop talking! “ you sigh “I can explain, it’s not what you’re thinking-”

“Is it because I’m sick?”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, trying to figure out if you actually heard him wrong “What?”

“Is it because of my asthma?” He asks, glaring at you, tears and hurt plastered on his expression “Is that why you’re turned off by me?”

“J-Jeon …” you sigh his name, heart beating fast in your chest as you try to digest his words

“What could be the reason then?” his eyes roams around the room as he lists the reasons “I’m taller than him, hotter than him, play better soccer, Fuck even my dick’s bigger than that 3 inch and you fucking know it,”  he brings his hooded gaze to you “No matter how much I think about it, It’s my Asthma, that must be it!”

Your heart starts aching in your chest, all you want to do is to press your lips against the guy’s quivering lips, kissing him until you prove to him that whatever story he’s painting is not real. That you’ve never perceived him any less attractive just because of his condition. That if Joon wasn’t on your ass since the night you were at his place, you probably would have fucked him already.

But you can’t do that, and you know it very well, that if you confess that you’ve been attracted to the guy you would enter a dangerous territory that you know is risky. More important than that you can’t go against your promise with your best friend and mess with the guy he warned you against.

“I- “you gulp looking at him as you try to form the sentence but the door snaps open, revealing Dr. Kim who rushes in

“I’m here!” he declares, and you quickly distance yourself from the guy, sighing in relief

[ladynonsense]

A Royal Disgrace (TRR/PM Crossover) Part 9

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Pairings: Damien x Liam, Liam x Riley, Damien x m!Kai 

Rating: PG-13

Summary: About last night...

Words: 1900

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“Good morning, sunshine.”

Damien’s eyes shot open, squinting into the bright morning sunlight streaming in through the window. He blinked several times, trying to get his bearings. Asleep on the couch, naked under his blanket, with his phone resting on his chest. And Riley standing over him, smirking.

“Um, hi. What time is it?” He noticed his balled up pajamas and underwear at his feet, and tried to stealthily cover it with his blanket.

“8:00. Late night? I didn’t even hear you come in.”

He yawned, stretching his arms over his head. Riley stared shamelessly at his chest as he flexed and relaxed. “Eyes are up here, Riles.”

She rolled her eyes. “You could’ve slept with your clothes on.”

“Well at least one of us fell asleep wearing my clothes.” He raised an eyebrow at her, walking around the apartment in one of his t-shirts. As he said it his eyes fixed on the lacy black panties that were peeking out underneath. She turned away from him to walk into the kitchen, swaying her hips a little more than was necessary. “Now whose eyes are wandering, Nazario?”

He grinned, shaking his head. Baggage aside, that old chemistry was still going strong. It was good to see her back to her usual annoying self, instead of the scared, withdrawn woman she’d been the last few times he’d seen her.

“Have you heard anything from Liam?”

Guilt and shame washed over him like a cold bucket of water. “Um, just that he’s OK. His security team is keeping him at the hotel and turning away visitors for now. Bastien gave me a phone number to reach him at if you want.”

She shook her head as she poured herself a bowl of cereal. “Nah, that’s OK. He doesn’t like us to communicate electronically until we know for sure who’s been conspiring against me. Better not to leave any traceable evidence of our relationship.”

“Right. Smart.” He shifted under the blanket, trying to sit up without making himself indecent. He realized his stomach was sticky and cringed. Definitely shouldn’t have fallen asleep without cleaning himself up first.

Riley settled into the chair across from him, digging into her cereal. “So what’s the plan for today?”

He scratched his head, trying to think of an elegant way out of this. Nothing came to mind. “Riley...I’m naked under here.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Completely?”

He cringed. “Completely.”

“But...why?”

“Ugh, can you just turn around or something, please?”

She rolled her eyes and noisily scraped the chair on the floor as she turned it to face the wall. “Pull yourself together, dude.”

“I’m trying.” He frowned as he grabbed his balled-up pajama pants and boxers. Desperate, he used the boxers to wipe the mess off of his stomach and then shoved them down between the couch cushions, then pulled on the pants. “OK. I’m decent.”

She turned the chair back around, scraping the floor just as loudly as before. “If you call that decent, I guess.”

He got up and headed for the bathroom, pausing to kiss Riley’s forehead on the way. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

“Whatever, old man. Fix yourself up; you look like shit.”

“Why do people keep saying that to me?” He murmured to himself as he locked the bathroom door behind him. “...Oh.” He leaned over the sink, studying his face in the mirror. His eyes were red and tired, with dark circles under them aging him badly. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to freshen up, but ‘tired and damp’ was not really an improvement over ‘just tired.’ Sighing, he stripped and hopped into the shower.

He was just massaging the shampoo into his scalp when he heard pounding at the door. Groaning, he turned off the water. “What?”

“Kai won’t stop calling you,” Riley complained through the door. “Hurry up.”

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Kai was up bright and early, working at Damien’s office doing his favourite thing: pinning pictures up on the big wall.

The night before, he’d gone straight to the office after Damien called him from the ball. Damien had overheard the assassin refer to somebody as ‘Your Grace,’ the traditional address for a duke or duchess in Cordonia, so he’d compiled a list of all of them. Fifteen total duchies, most of them governed by a married couple, left him with twenty-six names. Narrowing it down to only those who had daughters in attendance at the ball brought it down to twelve.

He’d scoured Cordonian gossip websites for the best headshots he could find of all of them, and made full-page colour printouts of each of their faces at the 24-hour copy shop down the road. And now, after a two-hour power nap and a potentially deadly amount of coffee, he was tiling them carefully on the wall, along with images of the daughters in question. His rainbow-coloured yarn, on loan from Nadia, was itching to start making connections.

“You look chipper.”

He hadn’t heard Damien come in over the sound of the ‘Monday Motivation’ playlist he’d been blasting through the tinny computer speakers. “Hey, you! I thought you’d never show.”

Damien ran a hand through his still-damp hair, looking over the wall of photos. “It’s nine a.m., Kai. What’s all this?”

“I’m glad you asked, Detective!” Kai turned back to the wall with a flourish. “One of these rich fucks tried to kill your girl. Is it him?” He pointed dramatically to a photo of a very generic-looking middle-aged man. “Or is it...HER?” He pointed to a photo of a perfectly nice-looking woman. “Maybe this prick? OK honestly I do think it’s this prick.”

Damien stepped closer to read the label on the photo Kai was pointing to. “Duke Karlington. That’s Madeleine’s father. He’s been on my list since day one.”

Kai was practically bouncing with excitement and caffeine. “Of course, right? It makes perfect sense. He wants his daughter to be queen, but the king is like, ‘I don’t want to marry this blond demon!’ so this old Duke is like…”

“Yeah, Kai, I get it. I appreciate the very spot-on impressions, though.”

He bowed dramatically. “Thank you. But yeah. This guy totally did it, right?”

Damien nodded, still studying the wall. “Yeah...yeah, he totally did. But we’ll need proof. The NYPD and LAPD have basically given up on this, now that they’ve got their shooter and the person pulling the strings is almost certainly overseas. We’ll have to coordinate with Liam’s royal guard to nail this guy before this goes any further.”

“Liam,” Kai repeated. “Just your buddy Liam, your casual pal, ordinary dude Liam.”

“Oh, fuck off.” The slight grin on Damien’s face did not go unnoticed. “His Majesty, King Liam of Cordonia. Better?”

He couldn’t help himself. “Is that what you call him in bed?”

“Kai.” Damien flopped into his desk chair and buried his face in his hands, groaning. “You’re the only one who knows about that, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured. But you know you have to tell Riley, right?”

Damien looked pained, but nodded. “That’s a discussion for another time. We need to make sure they’re going after this guy. The king’s guard will have access to evidence that we don’t.”

“Right. So you’re going to see him.”

“Liam? No, I’m going to see Bastien Lykel.”

Kai hated himself for how relieved he was at that. “So what should I do?”

Damien threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a quick squeeze, making him blush. “You should finish this beautiful wall of yours, and make sure we’re not missing something with these other potential suspects.”

He smiled at that, picking up his bag of yarn. “On it. Go get ‘im, boss.”

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Damien fidgeted nervously in the hotel elevator, unsure what to expect when he got to Liam’s floor. How many low-level guards would he have to sweet-talk to get to Bastien? He plastered on his most charming smile as the doors began to open.

To his surprise, the hallway was deserted. He walked slowly down the corridor, wondering if he was on the wrong floor. Rounding a corner, he finally spotted Bastien and one other guard standing outside of a set of double doors. Bastien looked his way immediately, enough venom in his gaze to stop him dead in his tracks.

“Mr. Lykel…” he began, trying to shake off the sudden nerves. “I’ve got some information…”

He was striding towards him already, holding out a hand to stop him from coming any closer. “Mr. Nazario. I must ask you to leave. The king is not available to you.”

“Right, I know, orange alert and all that. I’m here to see you actually, I brought my files…”

“Let me be clear,” Bastien went on, still staring daggers at him. “The king is not available to you, period. You will not try to contact him again.”

He was dumbstruck. What was happening? “He’s my client…”

“And I will personally ensure you’re paid what you are owed. But you will not hear from His Majesty again.”

Damien was torn between pleading for him to just listen, or telling him off for being an asshole. He settled for just staring blankly ahead, mouth hanging open like a numbskull.

To his surprise, that seemed to work. Bastien’s furious glare softened as he took his elbow and led him into a small sitting area. Without a word he passed him a phone with an audio file loaded up on the screen. Feeling a cold dread settle in his stomach, Damien hit play and held it to his ear.

Breathing, just heavy breathing. And then a familiar voice: “Do you remember how I felt inside you, Damien?”

The phone fell from his hand as the cold dread turned to hot panic. It bounced on the carpet before Bastien slowly retrieved it, not taking his eyes off of Damien.

“You said...the number...it was secure…”

“I was wrong. And now I’m running a skeleton crew while everyone who would have had access to the phone is suspended from duty until I can determine who compromised it.”

“How long is…”

“It’s all there, Mr. Nazario.”

“Why?”

Bastien frowned. “Blackmail, obviously.”

Damien sat down in a daze. His chest was tight and his stomach had turned, his face burning hot with shame. “This is my fault.”

“I told you he was never safe.”

“What do they want?”

“We don’t know yet.”

“I’ll guess: for him to honour his engagement to Madeleine.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

Numbly he handed over the folder in his hands. “It’s Duke Godfrey. I can’t prove it, but I’m almost certain.”

Bastien nodded, flipping through the folder’s contents. “I’ll look into it. Thank you.” He turned to leave.

“Wait,” Damien called after him, his voice shaking. “Could you...just...tell him I’m sorry? I never meant to fuck up his life. I just…” he trailed off, unsure what he could possibly say to make anything better. “I’m just sorry.”

Bastien nodded again, returning to his post in silence.

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The Safest Way To Go | Part Three: Go back to him

Summary: Bucky meets Y/N’s new boyfriend

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, cheating, sexting, mentions of sex

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She did not expect to see Grant Ward at the party, when she came downstairs after hooking up with Bucky, again. 

He was immediately by her side, ‘Hey, babe. I didn’t know this was the party you were coming to.’

She nodded, dumbfounded, she had cleaned herself up in the bathroom before going downstairs, fixing her hair, reapplying her lipstick and cleaning up the cum that was dripping down her thighs. Where had she thrown her fucking panties? Despite all that, she was still anxious that he would realise that she literally had sex just moments before. Hell, Bucky’s cum was still inside her. She bit her lip as she pretended to listen to what Grant was saying to her. His hand rested on her hip as he spoke, just a bit too close to her. Well they were supposed to be dating, so...

She looked around, confusion painting her face. 

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, pulling her face back to look at him.

‘I have no idea where any of my friends are,’ she admitted, with a shrug.

Really she was looking for Bucky but she couldn’t admit that to the man in front of her. 

‘But you’ve got me,’ he joked, pulling her closer to him. 

He dragged her to the dance floor, where she found Nat who she waved at. Despite being excited to spend the night partying, when she saw Grant, she had been drained of energy. She just wanted to go home, get into her pyjamas, order a pizza and watch Brooklyn-99.

‘Where’s Bucky?’ she shouted in the red head’s ear, when she made her way over to them. 

She shrugged, ‘I haven’t seen him all night. Tall, dark and handsome is eyeing you up though. So get it! Fuck Bucky...I mean, please don’t fuck Bucky again.’

As the night wore on, she realised that Bucky must have left. He was nowhere to be found, she huffed out and announced that she was going home. Grant eagerly suggested he drive her home, he hadn’t been drinking and she was obviously very drunk. He even helped her up to her apartment.

‘It’s late,’ she sighed as she stood by her apartment door, shuffling from foot to foot.

‘It is,’ he agreed. ‘So can I stay?’

She had no idea why she said yes, and she had no idea why she was lying next to a sleeping Grant Ward. She had woken up with a pounding headache, rolling over with a smile as she realised someone was in bed with her. However, her eyes flew open when she noted that it was definitely not Bucky. He felt different, he wasn’t breathing the same and he wasn’t cuddling into her, as they spooned. She was thankfully that she was wearing a set of pyjamas - she didn’t even realise she owned a pair of pyjamas. 

But clearly her drunk self could find a matching pair of pyjamas, a new pair of underwear and even a bra before slipping into bed with Grant. Definitely no sex was happening last night. Well, no more sex. She told him that she wasn’t ready to sleep with him, especially when she was so drunk. Sure Grant was hot, but he wasn’t...No, she shook that thought off.

‘Hey,’ a voice rang out, she realised that he was awake and she smiled over at him.

‘I am dying!’ she joked. ‘I need a whole jug of orange juice, Chinese and to watch The Notebook.’

She always watched The Notebook, or some other chick flick, with Bucky when she was hungover. It was basically a tradition at this point. They would order greasy food and spend the day in bed, cuddling and mouthing the words to the movies they had seen one hundred times before. But when she looked at the man beside her, he was making a face.

‘The Notebook?’ he laughed. ‘I thought that you would be more...I don’t know...more versed in your movie knowledge. I didn’t take you as a rom com girl.’

She furrowed her brows, ‘What?’

He shrugged, ‘You’re so intelligent, why would you waste your time on trashy movies like The Notebook?’

She bit her lip, it was just a movie, she didn’t know why she was so upset. It’s just that Bucky never told her she was stupid because she cried over The Notebook every time she watched it. They even dressed up as Ali and Noah for Halloween once. He would quote her favourite parts of the movie to her when she was upset with him and she wouldn’t stop smiling.

She shrugged, as she climbed off the bed, ‘Fine. We can watch a Disney movie.’

She paused when she heard him scoff, ‘You’re a grown adult, Y/N. You want to watch a cartoon?’

She put her hands on her hips, ‘What do you want to watch then?’

He shrugged before suggesting some French film she had never heard of, she found a stream for it before sliding back into bed. Her head was pounding and she was not in the mood to argue with him. After a while she noted how he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She picked up her phone, going into her conversation with Bucky as she noted she had messages from him.

Bucky Bear: Went for a run with Steve. Didn’t want to wake you

Bucky Bear: Clueless when I get home? x

She smiled at her phone, biting down on her lip. She glanced at Grant who wasn’t even looking at her, before typing a reply.

Y/N: I miss you. Please bring back orange juice. iamdyingggggg  😷

She chewed her lip, making sure Grant still wasn’t watching her.

Y/N: We’re all out of condoms btw And as much fun as we had last night...

Y/N: I really wish you were here rn

Y/N: Wish you were fucking me right now...making me screaming your name. I’m sure you could fuck this hangover out of me

She put her phone down, settling to try and care about this movie. But she was far too hungover to focus. 

 Bucky threw himself into the booth in the diner, across from Nat and Steve who was far too bright eyed and bushy tailed for the brunette’s liking. Why did he agree to come running with them? Sharon sidled in beside Bucky, as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

He sent a message telling his roommate that he wouldn’t be home until later because he was getting breakfast. He realised that she had texted him, his eyes almost falling out of his head at the messages. 

‘Shit, I gotta go...Something...has come up,’ he gasped out before pushing past Sharon. The blonde looked wide eyed as he raced out of the diner.

‘He better be dying,’ she snapped, with an eye roll. ‘I will never understand that boy.’

Nat laughed, ‘He just got booty called. He was on his phone and suddenly he’s up and gone? That has to be a booty call.’

Steve shook his head, ‘Him and Y/N hooked up at the party last night. I saw them going upstairs. But she went home with that guy from her class. I don’t like him, I have no idea what she’s doing with him.’

‘She can’t have slept with him and is already calling Bucky to hook up?’ Sharon responded. 

‘It might not be her,’ Nat replied.

Steve snorted, ‘That boy would follow her to the ends of the earth. There was no way he would be scrambling out of here if it wasn’t for her.’

Sharon shook her head, ‘I hope they know what they’re doing.’

Y/N sighed out when she read that Bucky wouldn’t be back for a while, but it gave her the chance to get Grant out of her apartment.

‘As much as I love having you here,’ she began.

‘Aw, babe come on, you’re not gonna kick me out are ya?’ he teased, his fingers attaching to the waist band of her sleep shorts. ‘There are so many more things that I’d like to do.’

She smiled at him, ‘I really would love to but-’

Before she could finish his lips were crashing against hers and she let out a surprised gasp. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth and she was about to push him away when her bedroom door opened.

‘Look, I’m laying down some Clueless ground rules. Oh!’

She almost fell out of her bed when she saw Bucky standing there, looking at her. She was frozen to the spot, as she couldn’t pull her eyes away from him. Grant however, just hoped out of bed, strolling over to Bucky.

‘You must be the roommate,’ he said, extending his hand to shake the other man’s hand. ‘I guess I’m the boyfriend.’

The word that tumbled from Grant’s lips made Bucky’s heart break, he tore his eyes away from Y/N before turning to shake his hand.

‘I guess you are,’ he responded. ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t realise she had company.’

The venom in his voice at the last sentence made her heart ache. He turned and left the room, as Grant looked confused. He walked back to the bed, ‘Now where were he?’ 

She shoved him away, ‘Grant I told you, you have to go. I have an assignment to do.’ 

He made a confused sound as she slipped out of the bed.

‘We are in same classes, we don’t...’

‘Well, Grant you don’t know everything about me,’ she snapped.

‘Fuck, you’re so touchy,’ he snarled as he pulled on his clothes before storming out of the room. 

She sighed, collapsing on her bed. Why was she feeling guilty for kissing the guy she was dating? Bucky made it clear that he wasn’t her boyfriend. But she still felt like she was caught doing something bold when he walked in on them. She didn’t even want to kiss him. She wanted him to get as far away from her possible.

After a while, she headed into Bucky’s room. She was too hungover to handle this.

‘What?’ he snapped, when she stood by his door.

‘It wasn’t...I didn’t...’ she tried to explain.

‘Why are you standing here trying to explain yourself? You have right to have sex with your boyfriend,’ he shrugged, not looking up from his phone.

‘We didn’t have-’

‘Maybe next time you can arrange your booty calls better, though. You don’t want us running into each other next time,’ he snarked.

‘Bucky, it’s not like that,’ she whispered.

‘Then what is it like? You fucked me last night and then brought your boyfriend home. Then you text me telling how much you want to fuck me!’ he shouted.

‘I haven’t fucked him!’ she screamed back at him.

‘Well what are you waiting for? Do you honestly still think we’re gonna get married? I think that ship has sailed, doll. This isn’t the fairytale you came up with when we were eight. I mean, I shoulda said something earlier, but I thought you knew that this was purely physically. I mean you are a really great fuck,’ he shrugged as he got up from his bed.

‘Now I have a date,’ he said, as he pushed past her, hoping she didn’t see the tears in his eyes.

When she heard the door slam, she burst into tears, her body collapsing onto the floor in Bucky’s room. She said that she wouldn’t let him hurt her again, and she thought she could protect her heart if they were just sleeping together - not in a relationship. But here she was feeling like her heart had been torn from her chest. They had said nasty things to each other in the past, but the fact he didn’t want to get back with her broke her heart.

The fact he was just using her for sex and now he was going off to see someone who he actually cared about. After she was all cried out, she crossed the hall, knocking on the door. Sam opened the smile with a grin on his face, which quickly fell when he saw the woman in front of him.

‘Baby girl what’s wrong?’ he asked as she fell into his chest in tears.

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Confession Part 2 - Bucky Barnes (Mobster!AU)

Finally I kicked my ass to finish writing part 2. I will conclude with a part 3, I think that would be just long enough. THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS ON PART 1 Y’ALL AMAZING

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Type: Fluff

Word count: 3448

Rating: PG-13 (I have no idea how american rrating works but this contains strong language at some point)

With your head high, you pushed the door to the office floor open, walking in almost three hours late to work, dressed head to toes in expensive designer clothes. There were two distinct files in your hands: one that would make your superior happier about you not being at work yesterday too, and the other that would probably make him furious. You didn't care anymore. "Look who bothered to show up, and late at that" Your boss spoke, and silence fell over the office. You felt one specific glance pierce through you, but you ignored him. 

"I need to speak to you" You replied.

"Well, you can say it here" He shrugged. "I'm guessing your colleagues will appreciate having perhaps an explanation for missing a day of work without calling beforehand" 

You looked around and held back a smirk. You handed your boss the first file. "Okay. So here's everything to win the State against Mauritz case, it's basically already won" You explained as he kinda looked baffled. "And here's my resign letter. I quit" Chatter rose up around as you turned on your heels and walked away, until a hand pushed you in the archive room. You yelped as you steadied yourself on your heels, and directed your furious glare at the offender. "What are you doing?" Andrew said as he let go of your arm. "Didn't you just hear what I said?" You frowned. "I'm quitting" "I knew it" He muttered harshly. "It's him, isn't it?" You feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about" "The only reason I didn't dig deeper into you is that I still estimated you a good person" He spoke with venom. "But if you walk out that door, I'll have to come after you" You took a step back, a sneer on your face. "And if you do that, I'll make sure you can never contact Sofia ever again" "You can't do that" His eyes widened before a smug expression took over. "By the court order, I can see her" "I have a couple of judges that owe me favors I can call" You replied. "How does a restraining order sounds?" "Aren't you already acting like you have it anyway? You've literally stopped allowing her to call me" He rolled his eyes. "You think I'm stopping her from calling you?" You snorted in disbelief. "It has never crossed your mind that she didn't want to hear about you ever again? You've broke her heart more times than I can count, and she's old enough to decide who she wants in her life. That doesn't include you" "You're lying" He muttered, his smugness gone. "Why do you think you're not paying child support anymore?" You crossed your arms defiantly over your chest. "You're her sperm donor at best. You'll be nothing but a bad memory to her" "And you think he's better?" He retorted as a last resort argument. "Has always been" You shrugged and took a step back. "Even when you were in the picture. So do us a favor and leave us alone" "Wow (Y/N), using your own daughter to blackmail me" He chuckled dryly. "You've changed" "Goodbye Andrew" You said and turned around to get out of this place. You hadn't taken two steps that his hand grabbed your wrist and held it up, halting your steps. "What the fuck?" You spat, trying to get your wrist out. "Let me go right now or I scream" His hand flew open and you retracted your wrist like it had just been touched by fire.  "Is that an engagement ring?" He asked, like you owed him any explanation. "Yes, not that it's any of your business" You answered anyway. It took Bucky a whole three months to pop the question, and he did it on a rooftop restaurant overseeing New-York, during one of the most gorgeous sunset of all year.  Obviously, you said yes. "You didn't have that last winter" He added, before he probably made the link. "You're crazy. I've never pegged you for the impulsive type but I guess given a bit of money you lose your mind" "I dumped you three years ago, you seriously need to get over it" You managed to come up with an answer that didn't involve threatening him, but maybe a bit of anger seeped past your self control. You walked backward and flipped him the bird with your left hand, exposing the golden band with a bright green emerald right beside your middle finger. "Go fuck yourself" You left him in the archive room, all offended and disgraced. You took the elevator down to the main hall and walked straight out, then headed straight to downtown to treat yourself to some shopping. You deserved it. Time rolled fast and before you knew it, shops started to close, so you went back home.  You had to speak to Bucky. Nobody seemed to be around when you arrived. The sound of your heels echoed around with every step, and usually that would make someone come out of their hiding place.  But Sofia was spending the night at a friend's house, Bucky was probably in his study working on some deals or access contracts to his docks, and the rest that would hang around the house were probably working on something.  You dropped your purse and made your way upstairs and to the end of the hall. You gently pushed the mahogany doors and noticed Bucky at the phone looking tired and discouraged. His tie had been slackened and his jacket had been thrown on one of the chairs in front of his desk.  He looked up to you as you made your way in, but you gestured to him to finish his phone call. He nodded, you weren't sure if it was to you or to something whoever was on the other side of the line said. You stopped in front of the tray with multiple fancy glass bottles, grabbed a glass with two ice cubes from the bucket and poured Bucky's favourite whiskey in it. He always took his whiskey with two ice cubes; he didn't like odd numbers, and four would dilute the taste too much. You however, liked it with three cubes. But it had been a while since you hadn't taken a glass, and you were surprised that Bucky didn't notice you weren't drinking with him anymore.  You took the glass to his desk and pushed it to him, then sat in the leather chair that didn't have his jacket on it. You observed him work and took in new details about him, like how his hair was getting long or how the crinkles around his eyes would harden when he was frustrated. "... Yes. No, Parizzi, you're not hanging up on me you f-" He cut his word shot before slamming the phone down and letting out a long sigh. "Rough day?" You inquired and nodded to the glass. He took it and immediately took a big sip. "The guy who runs the cartel, Parizzi. He called off the whole cocaine deal, he's going for cheaper and lower quality" He grunted. "Approximated loss of 7 millions on five years if we can't find another cartel in New-York" "Yikes" You replied. "Have you tried contacting that boy Suarez? You know the one that is trying to build his own cartel? Maybe he'd be interested" "He doesn't have any money" He frowned. "Yet" You pointed out. "Sell to him to costing price for the first few years, then help him take down Parizzi when he's big enough. Then you have Suarez and his cartel under your thumb" You explained. "It's a whole lot harder to backstab someone who practically owns you" He stayed silent for a moment, wheels turning in his head. He was trying to imagine that deal displaying. "You know what" He blurted out. "That could work. Smart move, (Y/N)" "I try" You smiled as you crossed your legs and placed your hands folded on your laps. "You're adjusting pretty well to this life, doll" He remarked with a smile of his own. "Six months in and you're already thinking deals better than me" He joked. "It's almost like I have been raised into this lifestyle" You rolled your eyes playfully. "And that's because I had a clear mind, darling. You'd have had the same idea after a night of sleep" "True, true" He conceded. "And don't put yourself down, take credit for your ideas. Like this one" "Told you I was raised into this lifestyle" you shrugged sheepishly. Your mom subconsciously raised you as the perfect mob wife, just like how she was raised herself. She lost most of it with the years, because your father died taking a bullet aimed to Bucky's father-the main reason you were close to the Barnes-making her half quit the lifestyle. But Bucky's father still insisted to help her financially and with moral support so she wouldn't struggle raising you. So it ended up with many thanksgiving and Christmas dinners at the mansion, and a close relationship to Bucky.  "Anyway, tell me about your day" He changed the subject as he relaxed in his seat. "I quit" You replied simply. He raised an eyebrow as to tell you to elaborate a bit. "I was fed up, and I'm starting to raise real suspicions. Andrew knows" He blinked several times. "He knows? Are you in trouble? Should I order him taken down-" "Woah there" You interrupted him. "He won't be a problem, at least not yet. He confronted me about me quitting and threatened to expose me, but I blackmailed him into silence. He shouldn't talk" "That's my girl" He relaxed once again. "What did you use against him?" "Sof" You answered. "I told him he'd never see her again if he spoke a word of what he dug up, and then I told him to go fuck himself when he tried to tell me I wouldn't be happy with you or whatever" "I still don't know why you never agreed to let us take him down" He grumbled. "I hate that guy" "And I told you I wanted to wait until Sofia was old enough to decide if she wants to forgive him or not" You sighed. "That kill order will come from her if anything, not me" "Right" He mumbled.  "And besides, it would have been too much questions I couldn't have answered truthfully" You returned on the topic of why you quitted, a sly smile on your lips.  "What?" He frowned. "At work. Too much questions. Like 'So who's that mysterious fiancé of yours?' or 'Oh my god, it happened so fast, was the baby like, a mistake?'" You said and waited for him to catch on your words. It didn't take long that something shifted in his face and he looked at you with wide eyes. "Repeat that, doll?" He choked up. "I also read that working under stress while pregnant wasn't good" You clarified as you laid your hand flat on your stomach.  Some would consider that six months into a relationship was way too soon to get pregnant. But what you had with Bucky was different, and you loved each other. Your birth control was conveniently due for renewal right after he proposed, so you decided to drop it. You didn't tell Bucky, but he always talked about having children one day, so you figured out that keeping it a surprise wouldn't make him mad. "Oh my god" He breathed out. "You're- We're having a baby?" "Yes, Bucky" You nodded and he stood up faster than you've ever seen. He walked around his desk and kneeled in front of you, taking both of your hands in his own.  "I love you so fucking much, (Y/N)" He said, a bright gleam in his eyes. Tears were welled up in his eyes, something you've never seen before. He kissed the top of your hands and stood up again, taking you into a warm hug. "Thank you" "Well, you're not the only one who wanted another child" You whispered with a soft chuckle. "Sorry that I didn't tell you of my plan though, I kinda wanted to surprise you. Got the confirmation yesterday" "It worked" He replied as he pulled away, a wide smile on his face. "I thought you were on birth control" "Dropped it after you put ring on it" You raised your ring hand quickly, a small grin on your face. "I wanted to find the One, the real one, before having my second child. Truth is, I realize now that I always found a way to report the wedding last time because I knew deep down he wasn't the one I wanted and needed. However I had no idea the perfect man for me was right in front of my eyes" He kissed you tenderly, yet with passion and all the love he had for you. You smiled into the kiss, relishing the feeling of his lips against yours, or the trail of tingles his hands left on you.  "Jesus Christ, you're the best thing to have ever happened to me" He whispered. "I can't wait to marry you" "Me too" You replied. "For both affirmations"  You stood there for a while in each other's arms, just enjoying the feeling of him against you. You felt safe and loved, something that you hadn't had in a while.  "I don't know about you" You began after a while. "But a nice, hot bath sounds really good right now"  "It does" He hummed and lead you to the bedroom, then in the joined bathroom. Without another word, he gently lifted you to sit on the counter before he began to prepare the bath. You didn't protest as you watched him with a smile, knowing his protective mode would kick in harder than ever. He surely wouldn't let you do any work around for a while, just in case.  "Do we want to smell like lavender or jasmine tonight?" He asked as he raised two bottles of essential oil. "Oh, definitely lavender" You answered straight away.  "Alright" He nodded as he added some to the quickly filling bathtub. He then came back to you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. His hands trailed down your legs and took off your heels from your feet. "No more of these. Not good for the back" You couldn't help but giggle. Out of all things, you didn't expect him to come for your six inches heels you practically wore every day. You'd feel very short for a while, that's obvious. "Sure" You conceded with a grin.  "I'll hide every pair if it's the only way to keep you away from them" He joked as he gently put you back down on your feet. He unzipped your high waist skirt and let it pool around your feet as you unbuttoned his shirt.  "Good luck with that dear" You teased back as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and moved to his belt. "I might have a hundred of 'em scattered around the house" "Call it an early Easter egg run" He said with a now full blown grin. "Would be even better with you dressed as a bunny" You gaped at his words as his eyebrows shot up defiantly. He was referencing to that pathetic wanna-be-sexy playboy bunny-ish costume you wore on his Halloween party the year of your 15 years old. You swore him and Steve to never bring up that shameful moment again, yet your fiancé dared to. "James Buchanan Barnes" You started hands on your hips. "I am going to wipe that smug smirk off your face like none of your enemies ever did" "Doll" He cooed in that sweet, low voice he used when he tried to talk his way out of a sticky situation. You didn't protest when he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. "The only shameful thing about that whole order deal is that you never realized how many guys spent the rest of the year drooling after you... Me the first" "Oh I did realized that bunch of dumbasses following me like lost puppies" You corrected. "Never paid them much attention. I guess I preferred your company over theirs" "You have no idea how happy it made me" He whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Call me a selfish asshole but I got a whole lot of satisfaction knowing you'd choose me over them" "Perhaps I always subconsciously knew I was yours" You trailed your hand on his shoulder, tracing his scar lines as a shiver went across his skin. He didn't let a lot of people see them, actually, you were pretty sure only Steve and you knew of them, beside the doctors that patched him up of course. A dumb accident, really, during a business trip in the Alps. He and his men were in a hurry, they didn't check the train or the employees. An enemy of Bucky chose that day to try and blow him up, but he hadn't expected him to survive the fall. The revenge was bloody and merciless, and his tale is now told more or less accurately around the mob world.  "I like to hear you say that" He replied as he unbuttoned your black silk blouse and took it off. "Say it again" "I'm yours" You obliged without hesitation. He tightened his arms around you and pulled you impossibly close to him, before kissing you slowly. He was taking his time, as to savor the moment while it lasted. Luckily for him, you weren't going anywhere. The rest of your clothes finally fell off, his hands taking extra time on the set of lacy underwear you had put on for the occasion.  Then, you both got in the bathtub and submerged yourself to your shoulders in the hot water. You sat back again Bucky's chest as his arms sneaked around your waist to keep you closer. He snuggled his nose in the crook of your neck and sighed contently.  "You know" He began as he placed a butterfly kiss on your shoulder. "I'm glad that you quit"  "Is that so?" You hummed, a small smile spreading on your lips. "Hm" He agreed. "I wouldn't have let you go back there anyway. I don't trust 'em" You giggled and threw your head back against his chest. "I knew you'd say that, you overprotective teddy bear" "Well, heads up, it'll get worse" He replied, and you could feel his smile on your skin. "I know you like your independence, but I will be overbearing" "Oh you think you'll be overbearing?" You turned your head on the side. "Clearly you either don't remember me pregnant, or I didn't spend enough time with you when I was. Because I'm the worst, baby" "Do tell" He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well first of all I might spend my days with Sergeï, so start considering giving him a raise" You began. You'd have to apologize in advance to the mansion's chef for the upcoming months. "Then I will make demands, some you'll like, some you won't, but you will have to make them happen or I will probably cry like a baby" "Like what?" He asked in a whisper.  "I'll be horny all the time" You blurted out, and he gave you a look that clearly said it was the opposite of a problem. "Yeah that's the fun part, Buck. But I know you don't like to be ordered around, so I'm pretty sure you'll get fed up of bringing me things after a few months" "You're gonna take advantage of the situation, aren't you?" He tickled your sides and you squealed. "Absolutely" You admitted without shame. "Not every day than you can have the most feared man in New-York at your beck and call, so I'll enjoy it while I can" "Then I'll gladly do it" He pressed another kiss to your neck. "Someone's gotta put me in my place at one point, and I wouldn't have anyone but you to do it" "Oh honey" Your shoulders shook in silent laughter. "If only that was possible" He gasped and pinched your hip. "Don't mock me while I try to resolve my character issues" "Payback for bringing up the bunny costume, my love" You smirked.  "You're right, I might have deserved this" He leaned his chin on your shoulder. "See, you're already doing it" "Just- don't change completely just yet" You said in a whisper. "I'm kinda loving that mob boss edge of yours" "Oh I know doll, I know"

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[in-cred-ibles]

Helen had just taken the pizzas out of the oven to cool when she saw Violet and Tony come downstairs with a poster board.

"You kids finally done?" she asked.

"As done as we'll ever be with my lack of artistic skills." Violet retorted.

"Well, let's see it." She was curious to know what exactly they had put on the board.

Tony opened it up. They had painted the background a bright red as stuck glittery foam stars around the edges. In the centre was a photo of... Elastigirl, Frozone, and Mr. Incredible. She glanced at Violet.

"It... looks great! I must say, that's an interesting choice of supers."

"Is it really?" Tony asked, confused.

"I mean, there's so many other supers out there. Apogee, Blazestone, Gamma Jack, et cetera."

"Well, I guess they're great and all but these three really set the bar, don't you think? And they're still around so there was more info on them too. Not to mention they're definitely my favourite, even if Mr. Incredible, you know, ended the golden age of supers."

Violet fake coughed to the side.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, concerned.

"Uh, yeah. Too bad I don't know anything about supers and Tony had to choose which ones we put a spotlight on."

Helen sighed. Her daughter was an awful actor. "Well, Tony. Would you like to stay for dinner? I've made pizza."

"I mean that's really nice of you but-"

"Aren't your parents working at the diner until like midnight?" Violet interjected.

"Yeah..."

"So it's settled then. Have dinner with us!"

Tony thought about it for a moment. "Okay, but I should call my parents and let them know."

"The phone's in the living room," Helen said, motioning towards the door. As soon as he left, she pulled Violet aside. "You put us on the poster? What were you thinking?"

"Didn't you hear me? It was all his idea. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh no, sorry Tony. I just have a grudge against Elastigirl, Mr. Incredible and Frozone despite not being into supers at all.'" she rolled her eyes.

"Did he ask you any weird questions? Did you say something you shouldn't've?"

"No, Mom, I'm not completely careless. Anyway, it's just one project. Everyone'll forget about it right after it's done. Relax." She paused. "On a completely unrelated note, why did you invite him to dinner? Dash is going to be here and he'll ruin everything!"

"Violet, be nice about your brother. And hey, it's just pizza. I'll tell Dash to say on his best behaviour."

"He better, or he'll be dead."

Just then, Tony walked in. "My parents said it's okay. I need a ride though.

"Don't worry about it, one of us will drive you back. Why don't you guys go sit down."

The two headed out to he dining table where Dash, Jack Jack, and Bob were already sitting.

Bob looked up form his newspaper. "Oh, hey Tony. How did your project go?"

"Dad, we haven't presented it yet. We were just working on it."

"Oh, right. What was it on again."

"Supers!" Tony said excitedly. "We did this whole thing with..." he started rambling on about the details of the project when Helen walked in carrying the pizzas. Her and Bob exchanged quick glances, but Violet was able to figure out what they were saying without them even speaking.

They did they're project on supers?

Relax, Bob, it'll blow over in a week.

Why is our daughter dating the most super obsessed boy I've seen in my life?

The most super obsessed boy? Are you forgetting about Syndrome?

Everyone settled down and began to eat.

"Hey Tony, can I ask you a question?" asked Dash.

Violet turned to him. He had a mischievous look on his face and she knew this wasn't going to end well. "Dash, could you please shut up for once?"

"Violet, be nice to your brother." said Helen.

"What's you favourite type of bread?" asked Dash, completely disregarding Violet's venomous stare.

"Uh, I don't know." answered Tony. "Maybe rye?"

"Well Violet's is tony loaf."

"I'll kill you, you little insect." Violet said under her breath.

"What's going on?" Tony asked, confused.

"Anyway, so Tony what do your parents do?" Bob asked, trying to change the conversation.

"Oh they run the family diner. It's nothing big. Pretty boring actually."

"Well, no work is ever boring."

"Really? What do you do?"

"I... Uh..." Bob paused. "Helen and I work in security."

"Like a mall cop?"

"Uh... No. State security." This conversation was going on too long.

Tony's eyes lit up. "Does that mean you sometimes work with supers."

"Uh, yeah." Bob answered and immediately regretted it.

"That's so cool! I love supers."

"He's obsesses with them," said Violet.

"I'm not obsessed. I have a healthy interest." he stated and then turned back to Bob. "Are they as cool in real life as they are on tv?"

"Yeah, they're great."

Violet didn't like the way this conversation was going. Please don't ask him who is favourite is. Please don't ask him who is favourite is. Please don't ask him who is favourite is. At this point she wished she could replace her powers with telepathy because even forcefields couldn't save her from the awkwardness that was destined to ensue.

"So, whose your favourite?"

"I love Elastigirl! She's so cool. Wait, have you met her?"

"Oh, I've met her." Helen kicked him from under the table.

Violet sighed. What she wouldn't give for her parents to not talk to Tony again.

"So what do you think of Mr. Incredible? He's my favourite." Another kick. "After Elastigirl, of course."

"I mean, he's okay..."

"Okay?" Bob exclaimed. "He's like amazing."

"Yeah but he did sort of ruin it for the rest of them."

An awkward pause filled the room.

"And anyway, he's not better than Elastigirl."

The conversation moved on to school and sports and the soon it was time for Tony to leave. The drive to Tony's house was filled with awkward small talk but, to Violet's amazement, no discussion of supers.

They finally reached his house and Tony got out. "Thanks for driving me, Mr. Parr."

"What are you so formal for? Call me Bob."

Violet looked at her dad. "I'm going to, uh, walk him to his house. You know, in case he gets, uh, attacked by a raccoon."

Bob laughed. "Go ahead. I'll be waiting right here."

She dashed out to catch up to him. "Tony, wait up!" He stopped and turned around. "I'm sorry if my family was really weird I don't usually bring a lot of friends home and they just don't know how to act not to mention my brother is the most annoying human in the worl-"

"Violet," he stopped her. "It's fine. I had fun. I love hanging out with your family."

She gave him a questioning look. "Really?"

"Really." He looked at the floor and started to blush. "And anyways, I'd do anything to spend more time with you."

She kissed him. "See you later, Tony."

"Bye, Violet."

She left the house feeling like she could fly.

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[dreamingstoriesinoursleep]

12 Days of Starker Christmas - Day 11: Someone Drank Too Much Eggnog

This story is a prequel to Chapter 8, where we find out who Damon is and what happened the night that Tony saved Peter from one of the biggest mistakes in his life. Peter and Damon are a couple, Tony has a crush on Peter.

READ: This chapter contains triggers for sexual assault, rape and alcohol abuse.

Peter is 21 when this happens, however, there are flashbacks where he is 17.

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Peter Parker will forever regret the day he let Damon get him drinks.

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Two days earlier…

“We have been invited to my mate’s place for a Christmas party,” Damon said, calling through his dorm room to the young man currently showering.

“Who is this ‘mate’ of yours?” Peter calls out.

“He’s a mate from Lit class. Known him from high school.” Peter shuts off the water and wraps a towel around his waist before walking into the bedroom to get dressed for the day. “Do you wanna go?”

“Sure, why not.” Peter shrugs, pulling a t-shirt over his head, messing up his hair more than it already was from towel drying it. “Do we need to bring anything?” Damon looks up from packing his laptop bag.

“Just whatever drinks we want to take. I know you like the Christmas ones, so I was planning to go down to the store after classes today and get the ingredients for your Mum’s Peppermint Eggnog. Is that ok?” Peter was over the moon, he loved his Mother’s eggnog and it had been years since he had any due to living on campus.

Peter looked at his watch that he just slipped onto his wrist and noticed that he is going to be late meeting up with Tony for their chem project. “I have to fly, but I will see you back here tonight for dinner,” Peter said before leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on Damon’s lips.

Peter ran to the library, in which he turned the sharp right to head upstairs where group projects were able to be completed in hushed talking so to not disturb the silent studiers downstairs. They were also able to eat and drink up here, so Peter already liked it so much better.

When he reached the top of the stairs Peter saw Tony at their usual table with a can of Dr Pepper for Peter and a can of Coke for Tony, along with a bag of lollies and a block of Peter’s favourite chocolate, milk choc honey nougat. “Sorry I am late! Was discussing a Christmas party for this Saturday.”

“At Clint’s?” Tony says, looking up from his notes that he was messily scribbling down, no doubt from their lecture yesterday morning.

“I don’t know exactly who he is, but sure.”

“He’s in my Lit class.”

“That’s it! I was just told some guy from Damon’s Lit class invited us to his dorm’s Christmas party.” Tony went quiet at the mention of Damon’s name.

You see, Tony has had a crush on the young man sat in front of him since he walked into class late and had to take the last seat available, which was right up the front next to a boy who looked far too young to be at University.

Tony was adamant on returning next week early enough to grab a seat at the back, but once he sat down and started the class, he was more than happy to sit up the front every time, if it meant sitting next to Peter.

“Hi,” Tony heard in a whisper next to him. “I’m Peter.”

Tony looked at the boy, literally, a boy in disbelief, no one ever tries talking to him, they all know who he is and that he really doesn’t like people, so they stay away and Tony stays happy, but not this kid, why?

“Tony.”

“Ooooh, Tony, as in short for Anthony, or Antonio, or-” Tony cut him off.

“Just Tony, only my Mum or Father ever call me ‘Anthony’.” Peter looked up meekly at the older man about to apologise profusely when he cut him off. “How old are you anyway?” Why the heck does Tony care? He never asks anyone questions, let alone some kid that he had to sit next to.

“17, sir.” Why did he just say sir? “I mean Tony!” Peter was flustered now and immediately put his head in his book and didn’t want to look at Tony again until the end of the class.

Tony, on the other hand, was more and more intrigued by the boy.

“17 huh?” Peter’s head snapped up so quickly that Tony was afraid his neck would break. “Why so young, kid?” Peter blushed at the name and stumbled over his words before he could get out the reason for his age.

“I-I-I, umm, I was top of my classes and they couldn’t offer me any higher education, so when NYU heard about me, they granted me a full scholarship and here I am.” Tony was blown away.

“Nice.” Peter smiled at the older man who was looking down at his notepad that was currently being scribbled on.

To the surprise of everyone, Tony and Peter became fast friends, everyone but Peter knowing that Tony doesn’t make friends, but Tony was intrigued by the boy and soon they were catching up for coffee and having study sessions and being lab partners, but before Tony was ready for it, he started craving the attention from the boy, started missing him, and very soon, started dreaming of him.

Tony consulted his friend, Sam. “I just don’t get it. I can’t get this kid out of my head.”

“Sounds like you have come down with a case of love.”

“You’re an idiot if you think I am falling in love. Me? Tony Stark, fall in love?” Sam just shrugged at him. That night when Tony got back to his dorm room and went to bed, he woke up after yet another dream of deep brown eyes, chocolate curls and a beautiful smile. He called Sam immediately, “Sam, I think I am in love.”

“Well, no shit.”

Four years later and Tony still had the same feelings, if not stronger, especially when he found out that Peter was dating some noob from the choir who looked like an arse and acted like he ran the joint. Tony and Sam watched action movies that whole night and ate pizza and drank beer, Sam taking his phone off of him when he tried to call Peter in the midst of his drunkenness.

Now in the present, Peter was excitedly talking about how Damon was to make his Mum’s famous Peppermint Eggnog and Tony should really try some as it is the best, and of course non-alcoholic because he doesn’t like alcohol, sure he’ll drink the stuff, but just thinks that nights can be better spent than wasting money on booze, then not remembering it the next day while your head is in the toilet bowl.

“So, you’re coming right?” Peter asked packing up from their project and standing to walk back to his and Damon’s dorm.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Tony smiled up at the young man.

“Sweet! I will see you there study buddy.” And with that, Peter skipped his way out of the library and back to his dorm, leaving Tony with a smile and a warm heart.

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The party is in full swing when Peter gets there with Damon, holding a bottle of homemade Peppermint Eggnog.

A guy who Peter suspects is Clint waves at the two boys when they walk in and moves away from the group he was currently at.

“He’s actually deaf, so I doubt that he will have his hearing aid in for the party, so he relies on sign language,” Damon whispers in Peter’s ear as Clint makes his way over.

‘Hey mate.’ Damon signs. ‘This is my boyfriend, Peter.’ Clint turns his attention to Peter and waves at him, smiling kindly.

Peter stuns all of them when he signs back at Clint ‘Hello, thanks for inviting us to your party.’ Maybe it was a bit slow, but Clint still applauded all the same. ‘I hope it’s not rude of me to ask, but how did you lose your hearing?’

Peter was good, but he still missed certain words which he would either ask Clint to repeat, or he would have Damon tell him what he signed.

‘Not at all. I was in a car accident when I was quite young and damaged the left-hand side of my brain.’ Peter was shocked. ‘A piece of glass sliced down the right-hand side of my head, cutting into my ear and damaging the cochlea. I was diagnosed as 80% deaf and I have been for my entire life. I wear a hearing aid most of the time, but on nights like tonight, I turn them off, take them out and feel the bass. It’s exhilarating.’ Peter couldn’t help but smile at that.

‘I had a friend who was 100% deaf and mute, so I learned sign language with all of our mutual friends and we surprised her for her birthday one year by signing “Happy Birthday” to her. We nearly flooded the room with tears.’ Clint and Peter shared a laugh at the young man’s story. ‘OH! We brought some Peppermint Eggnog, my Mum’s recipe, non-alcoholic. Feel free to have some.’ Clint smiled and held out his empty cup after tipping the rest into his mouth.

‘Please?’ Peter nodded and poured out a sample. ‘That’s delicious! I’ll have to grab the recipe.’ However, Peter shook his head.

‘Sorry, family secret.’ Clint eyed him off but laughed it off as a joke which Peter took lightly. Peter then noticed a familiar face sitting on the end of the couch nursing a scotch.

‘Excuse me.’

“Tony!” Peter yelled in delight and plopped himself down next to the older man. “How’s it hanging?” Tony smiled at the young man who just made his night by saying his name alone.

“Young master Peter,” Tony said looking over at him. “How’s it hanging? Have you been drinking tonight? Damon plying you with alcohol?” Tony’s voice nearly turning venomous at the thought of Damon giving the young lad alcohol, when he clearly doesn’t like to drink at parties.

At Tony’s words, Peter scrunches his face up. “No! You know that he knows that I don’t drink at parties! Besides, I have only had my Mum’s famous Peppermint Eggnog. Ooo, you should try some, it’s amazing!”

“Pete, I have had it before. You make me a bottle every year for my Chrissy present. However, mine has Peppermint Schnapps, yours just has Peppermint Oil.” Peter smiles, Tony is the only person that isn’t in the family who knows Maria’s recipe, namely because Peter called Tony one late night, before he met Damon, in tears and far too hysterical to be understood over the phone. Tony, being the amazing friend, he was, raced over to his dorm in nothing but an oversized sweater, flannel pyjama pants and bed socks to find Peter sadly mopping up spilt eggnog on his hands and knees.

According to Peter, once the mess was cleaned up and he had calmed down, he had tried to move the pot from the stove to the counter, when the oven mitt’s seam split open causing Peter’s hand to come in contact with the hot handle which automatically led Peter to let go of the pot and all of its contents.

“Look at the bright side.” Peter sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. “Your dorm smells amazing from all this peppermint.” This caused an unexpected laugh to erupt from Peter’s lips.

Tony volunteered to go and buy some more supplies at the 24-hour convenience store down the street from the dorms and come back and make the drink again. Thirty minutes later, Tony knocks on Peter’s dorm door and they spend the next hour mixing together and slowly simmering the creamy peppermint mixture. By the time they place it in the ice bath and cool it enough for bottling, the clock tower in town strikes two am.

In celebration, the boys pour a glass for themselves and Tony ends up spending the night, much to his dismay, of course, not really, in Peter’s bed which Peter was adamant on sharing stating that the couch was no place for a saviour. That year started the Christmas tradition of Peter giving a bottle to Tony for helping him.

Back at the party, Tony took a swig from the bottle, sure that something wasn’t right, not with how the boy was acting. Much to his surprise, it tasted just as it usually did. Tony was probably just trying to find faults in Damon due to jealousy.

“Well, I am going to find Damon, I will see you back here?” Peter asks, eyes wide and a small smile gracing his lips. How could Tony say no to that?

“Of course.” Peter kissed his cheek and off he went. Tony held his cheek, stunned and a little bit more in love. Damn that Peter Parker.

Peter hopped into the kitchen to ensure that his drink remained cold and went to find Damon who was outside playing beer pong.

“PETER!” Damon yelled, making the young man wince at the volume in which he was speaking. “Come and be my good luck charm!” Peter could tell that he was very drunk, if not by his speech, then by the number of cups missing from his side of the table.

When Peter got close enough to Damon, he was pulled in and kissed hard, causing those around them to whoop and cheer loudly. Peter, not enjoying the taste and the attention pulls away from Damon immediately and tries to laugh it off, but can tell that Damon isn’t impressed.

The boys finish the game of beer pong, in which Damon loses, but he is in good spirits as he offers to fetch everyone a round of drinks, including Peter who stays outside under the stars with Clint and a few other guys from Damon’s Lit class.

Damon walks out with multiple red solo cups in hand and Peter, being so thirsty chugs the entirety of his eggnog. However, thirty minutes later after a second solo cup of eggnog, Peter begins to complain of a sore stomach and feeling a bit light-headed, which is common for Peter when he gets sick. Damon offers to take him up to Clint’s room, who has a lock on his door so that Peter can rest. Peter agrees and once Damon collects the key from Clint, they make their way upstairs, Peter really feeling worse for wear now.

By the time they make it upstairs Peter is feeling less steady on his feet and collapses on the bed, Damon following soon after once he makes sure to lock the door again behind them. Peter closes his eyes, trying to prevent the room from spinning, so when he feels the bed dip with the added weight of Damon, he simply assumes that the older male is going to just sleep it off, however, two minutes later he finds out that he was terribly wrong.

Downstairs, Tony notices two people in his peripheral vision walking up the stairs, of course, it is one of those parties. He looks around for Peter, trying to see if the young male can brighten his mood again, but what he sees instead is a less than steady Peter being pushed up the stairs by a persistent Damon.

Tony instantly notes that Peter has been drinking. He has seen Peter drunk only once when his Uncle passed and this is a mirror image of that night. Tony sprung into action, grabbing the bottle of eggnog from the door of the fridge and smelling it, pulling it away from his nose the moment that the scent reaches his nostrils, due to the sharp smell of vodka, somehow strong enough to overpower the peppermint oil.

Tony dropped the bottle, the last of the eggnog spilling out as he ran upstairs to Clint’s bedroom, which we knew was locked. He would have kept walking too if he didn’t hear something that made his stomach churn. “Please, no. Stop, Damon.” Tony pounded on the door and jiggled the door handle, but to no avail, the door was locked.

Tony could hear Peter clear as day now. “Help! Please! Help me!” Tony was running on pure adrenaline now as he backed up and crashed through the door, splintering the wood as he pulled the bolted lock off along with the door.

Tony saw white-hot rage at the scene before him. Damon was laying on top of Peter, the young man’s shirt ripped open and his pants opened at the fly, Damon’s pants fully off and his boxers bunched under his arse. Tony lunged at the bed and punched Damon square in the jaw, knocking the man out cold before pulling Peter free of him and doing up his fly before pulling off his own jumper and forcing it over Peter’s naked torso.

Peter, finally registering he was safe collapsed into Tony’s arms who picked him up and walked down the stairs, out of the house and across campus into his own dorm room to tuck the boy into bed. Peter was roused by the feeling of his shoes being removed and being tucked into the sheets. “Please.” Peter whimpered, grabbing a hold of Tony’s wrist before the man could walk off. “Stay,” Peter asked with unshed tears in his eyes.

Tony pulled off his shoes and climbed in behind Peter, cradling him until he felt the young male’s breathing even out. It was only then that Tony allowed himself to sleep.

In the morning Tony went through everything that happened at the party, holding Peter as he collapsed into tears over what his boyfriend, someone he trusted, did to him. Tony offered to go and collect Peter’s things and move him into his dorm room, which Peter agreed, under one condition, he was to come with him, and if he saw Damon, he was to get the first punch.

They ended up getting into the room without anyone else present, however, just as they were leaving with the last box, Damon turned up and tried to plead with Peter to stay. Peter didn’t speak, didn’t scream, didn’t even cry. He just put the box down, looked Damon directly in the face, before connecting his right hand to Damon’s jaw, after which he picked up the box and left.

“Peter ple-” Tony cut him off by pushing Damon against the wall and kneeing him in the balls before punching him in the face as well.

“You come near him, you breathe a word about him, you even try to message him,” Tony said, pushing the man into the wall after each threat. “I will make you hurt a lot more than you would like to know.” And with that, Tony left the dorm room and never looked back.

Months later, after an investigation went down and Peter didn’t press charges, much to the dismay of Tony. “I just want this to be over with, Tony. Please?”

“Ok, for you.”

Peter was still healing. He still had nightmares and would wake up screaming, kicking and scratching Tony. Peter would freak out if Tony and he were anything more than kissing and touching.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t do it,” Peter says, disheartened again after a heavy make-out session ended in another panic attack.

“It’s ok, you are still healing.”

“Will it always be like this?”

“No. One day you will be fine, and until that day, I will be here, waiting for you, loving you and helping you heal.” Peter was crying again, but this time for a good reason.

“You just said loving me. Do you love me?” Peter was in disbelief.

“I do. I love you so much, more than you could ever know.”

“I love you too.”

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PLEASE READ!!!

Hey guys, so I thought that I would write a different end message to the usual copy and paste job that I do.

I know that this is a super hard topic and that it is very trigger worthy, but please if you need help or need to talk to someone about anything like this, do not hesitate to contact places like Lifeline (13 11 14), Suicide Line Victoria, Australia (1300 651 251) or even Beyond Blue (1300 22 4636). These are Australian numbers, but please, do seek help with either a professional or even a family member or friend.

You are not alone and if you ever want a chat, hit me up. I will always be there for you guys and I hope that you will always be there for one another.

I love you my Little Pandas! xx

[sweetcatmintea]

Atlas meets Ivan - Drabble

So, I haven’t got any new pictures for you guys, have a short drabble instead. It was a gift for @babydollneko but she said I could upload it here too :)

Moonlight filtered through the thin clouds overhead illuminating speckles drifting through the late-night air. Hard shingles stole the warmth through Atlas’ shirt, prompting shivers. He lazily took note of his leg dangling over the musty gutter pipe. A clean was long over due but the negligence was understandable, it was no simple task to clean the top of a three-story house. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, Atlas stretched his arms in front of him until there was a satisfying crack.

He wasn’t sure how long his nap had lasted but he felt refreshed enough. It was late afternoon when the summer heat left him lazing about, but that didn’t mean much to him. He had also been sprawled on Lady Clara’s ornate lounge, enjoying the firmness of the well-maintained upholstery and the gentle breeze tussling his bangs.  To find himself waking on the roof of an unknown building in an unknown street was not how he expected the day to go. Surprising as it was, there was little mystery. Many an adventure in his youth was prompted by accidentally teleporting somewhere in his sleep. It was kind of like sleep walking, but with more stress for Lady Clara. He glanced at his wrist only to remember he had taken off his stylish purple gloves and accompanying compass cuff earlier in the day. This was going to make things more difficult. Oh well, no use sitting around worrying. Scaling down the building with relative ease, he decided to just explore for a little while. It’d be a shame to waste the opportunity. Lady Clara was forever scolding him for roaming around like some tom cat. ‘Come home straight away!’ she’d say. ‘You’re never where you’re supposed to be! Disappearing to who knows where whenever the fancy takes you! Honestly, it’s a wonder I haven’t locked the doors by now!’ Translated roughly, she meant ‘I worry when you disappear, so I want you to come straight back.’ Atlas grinned into his knuckles. She was a funny lady, but certainly good quality. He was an adult now – more or less – and she had relaxed some. It helped that he wasn’t under her constant care and supervision anymore. Still, he’d just have a little look around, then head back. Or, at least, a little look, then try to work out where he would be coming back from. His current location was less important than where he wanted to be, but knowing it would probably help.  Music pulsed faintly in the distance, a faint throb indicative of a nightclub type place. Given the back-alley vibes he was getting and the apparent late hour, the club would probably be inhabited primarily by drunks. Atlas sighed. He didn’t want to go amongst drunk people. It was probably the best bet for finding someone to ask his location. Ambling away, he put his money on the opposite direction. Going for the easiest route? Where was the adventure in that?

He must have been a fair way away from Lady Clara’s house. The wind carried a bite more tenacious than that of a summer. Atlas lamented the absence of his favourite dark grey coat. The fur trim, purple of course, was luxuriously soft and oh so fluffy. He really couldn’t complain though, years of waking up in unusual places ensured he was always reasonably covered when he rested. As funny as it would have been, he would not have appreciated exploring in only his boxers.

It wasn’t until the music had faded entirely, replaced with a cricket orchestra more suited to the country than such a populated area, that Atlas finally saw another person. A man, not much older than himself, busied himself opening the large roller doors of a … warehouse, maybe? The mechanisms made such a racket he didn’t notice Atlas approaching him. It was at this point Atlas realised he probably should have tried reading one of the street signs, he had no idea what the common language was here. Hoping it was one he knew, he cleared his throat, immediately catching the other man’s attention. Fabric spun and metal flashed. The knife stopping a mere finger’s width from Atlas’ skin. The two men appraised one another momentarily. This man, decidedly less harmless then Atlas first assumed, was slightly taller than him. His dark hair spiked from his head in organised chaos, complimented by a dark hoody and calculated grin. His teeth were clearly sharp, more so than Atlas’ unusually animalistic ones. Offering a placating smile, Atlas raised his palms to the man. He meant no harm. The switchblade returned to it’s hiding place in one smooth movement but remained at hand. The man’s posture relaxed, replaced with an easy confidence. Most reasonable people would be put off, intimidated even, by a man exuding danger and standing in front of a gaping maw of black. Unfortunately, Atlas was not a terribly reasonable person at times. ‘Foolish’ was almost a nickname at this point. He wasn’t stupid, but, out in the open as they were, he had many escape routes should things go sour. He lowered his hands, resting one in the pocket of his tailored shorts, and waving a greeting with the other. “What are you doing out here?” Ah, English. He knew that one. Lucky~ “Hello,” More accent than he would like, but good enough, “I got a little lost. Would you mind helping me? My name is Atlas, Atlas Mao.” The man tilted his head, lips pursed. “You’ve got cat ears.” It was a question in the form of a statement. “Yep.” He wiggled his ears for emphasis. The man’s grin grew. “Tail too. It was a matching set situation.” Even though he had kept it politely low, he was pretty sure the man had already noticed. The man’s hazel (maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark) eye’s glittered with excitement. “You don’t have … cat people here?” A shake of a head said no. That was unusual, he’d never been to a place where there were no Tainted people. Maybe he was even further than he thought. “Can I touch them?” “P-pardon?” “Your ears. I want to touch them.” The man reached out eagerly. There was a child-like enthusiasm that dampened the automatic ‘no’. Sighing inwardly, Atlas relented and nodded. That’s how he ended up being pet softly in the middle of the night by a very strange man. The plan to wait until his novelty had run its course and then find out where he was, was a bust. The enjoyment the man got appeared to be endless. Being told he was adorable was something he had gotten used to, it becomes necessary when your face becomes a brand, however having someone coo at him in the middle of the night was a bit much. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he put some distance between himself and the man. Luckily, he didn’t seem too disappointed, instead pointing out another of Atlas’ peculiarities. “You’re floating.” “Yeah. I don’t want to walk. The floor is really dirty, and my shoes are at home.” He wasn’t that high. Maybe a few inches off the ground. The man narrowed his eyes, considering Atlas again. “You’re not from here, are you?” Finally. He didn’t mind this man, he didn’t know him well enough to decide that he liked him yet, but it felt like some kind of backwards Alice in Wonderland scenario. Given he was the floating cat and all. He really couldn’t stay much longer, he’d promised Lady Clara he’d be in her photoshoot tomorrow. “No. I’m lost. Do you have a map and a compass I could borrow, uh…” “Ivan. You can call me Ivan.” He leaned in closer “I mean it call me.” Atlas didn’t know how to respond to either the wink or the playful nudge. “I’ve got those back home, but I gotta do something first.” He entered the abys of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder. “My cat got out, so I’ve gotta find him before we go back.” Nothing else to do, Atlas followed him in, offering to help search.

The deceptively small light on Ivan’s phone lit up a large chunk of the building. How did the phone have a light in it to begin with? Atlas knew there were some technological leaps lately, but wow! Debris was scattered all over the place. Leaves piled wherever the broken roof permitted. A dry, dusty smell filled the air, clinging to the backs of their throats. With all of the shadows and hidey holes, the chances of finding a cat were slim. Even with his sensitive ears, Atlas couldn’t detect anything other than the scuttling of bugs avoiding Ivan’s light. He strained his eyes but there was neither hide nor hair of any mammal. He was about to tell Ivan that he might want to look else where, but the man cut him off, bellowing “KING CRUNCH!” Evidently, Atlas wasn’t the only one to jump out of their skin. The boxes in the far corner began to rustle in response. Ivan ran over, letting out a proclamation of triumph. “I found my cat!” He dragged an angry, hissing creature from it’s nest, returning to Atlas with a massive smile. Beady eyes glared venomous hatred at Atlas. Little round ears were slicked back and grabby hands scrambled in the air, desperate for a victim. The grey-brown fur bristled like needles. That wasn’t a cat. The raccoon seemed to accept its fate, slumping in Ivan’s arms and chattering murder under its breath. Ivan was positively beaming. “Alright, I got my cat, we can go back. Somehow, he always get’s out when the Bae’s there. It’s weird, I know he likes King Crunch. Who wouldn’t?” Atlas couldn’t help but find Ivan’s clear affection towards his ‘cat’ very sweet. “Why’s he in a jacket?” The fact that the studded leather suited the raccoon was as undeniable as the ridiculousness of addressing raccoon fashion. What an interesting night it was turning out to be. “Oh, that. I tried to put a collar on him, so no one steals him, y’know, but he just kept getting it off. Neal got the jacket made for him so I would” he air quoted “stop moaning about the stupid collar. Good thing King Crunch is so fat, he can’t get his jacket off. No one’s going to mistake him for a stray cat now. I’d have ta kill them if they did though.” He laughed jovially.  

If you’re curious -> Atlas Ivan 

Ivan was created by, and belongs to, @babydollneko

Atlas is my character

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Oh My General episode 17 recap

Sorry for the long wait, guys! But it’s Nanowrimo month and all my energy is poured into my novel, which is the third book of my sci-fi series. I’m pretty psyched that it’s at 40,000, which is roughly about 60-70% of my projected word count (I believe it’ll be a 70,000 word novel.) But enough about that. Let’s get on with the Yu jin, Xi Yin and Ye Zhao love triangle now.

Ye Zhao orders her right hand woman to prevent Jin from fraternising with women. (Even she finds it too severe but she theorises that it’s because the general doesn’t want her hubby to find another wife. Bwahaha.)

Meanwhile Yu jin is still mighty perplexed about the doctor’s diagnosis. He totally doesn’t buy the doctor’s diagnosis. How can he fall sick just like that?

Just then, Liu the scholar comes for a visit. Liu slyly asks for a way to see Xi Yin (he was that scholar who burst into poetry when he saw her last) and Jin introduces him to her. Well, they see her perched on a rock, and of course Liu is taken with her beauty. (I find it hilarious how a convenient gust of wind often arrives at times like these or when our main couple has some sexy times!)

YZ’s right hand woman visits Hu Li in his pleasant abode in the forest and tells him about Jin’s mysterious illness. Hu Lin’s “this is suspicious” radar goes up. Both are perplexed by how his fainting spell came out of nowhere. He begins asking her about Xi Yin. Hu Li, you’re one smart cookie. He asks her if XY she’s capable of anything untowards to Jin. She immediately catches on and says, “Do you think she has anything to do with Jin’s illness?”

Hu Li is worried that if this goes on any further, YZ would be affected in some way. They hurriedly go off to see Jin. Scholar Liu and XY walk around her residence. They talk about his ambitions to serve the emperor, Liu is impressed with her intelligence. Bored now. He’s obviously into her, but boy, you are SO not on her radar, babe.

Meanwhile, YZ is trying to pamper our obviously bored-to-death and frustrated Yu Jin. He kicks up a snit when she mentions her cousin, saying that’s all you talk about. Cousin, cousin, cousin! YZ laments that she still hasn’t been able to find a husband for her yet. Jin scoffs at her concern, and mentions that Liu is with her now but YZ doesn’t think he’s suitable for her at all. Poor Liu, he gets no love.

Hu Li visits, but Jin actually tells his manservant to chase him away. He allows him to come in, though Jin cattily says, “If you’ve come to visit me, why haven’t you bought gifts?” Someone’s jealous haha.

Hu Li immediately notices the bouquet of flowers beside Jin and XY says that XY is an expert with herbs and flowers. He thinks to himself: “This rare flower is used by the rich who have insomnia. They place these flowers at their bedsides and the fragrance of the flowers will ‘lead them into a dream’. However, the leaves and shoots of the plant all have mild toxins, so if it’s inhaled into the body, it could make a person sleep or even render them unconscious.”

He asks Jin if he realises what these flowers can do. Jin doesn’t, and Hu li tells him that do help a person rest. Jin remarks, “No wonder I slept so well the last few days!”

YZ carrying a cup of tea, says, “Yes, you slept so well that you became unconscious!”

Hu Li advices them to remove the flowers, lest Jin gets too dependent on them and ends up with insomnia.

Outside, HL is definitely suspicious now. He investigates the situation further.

Back at casa XY, Liu remarks that she seemed troubled. Liu gallantly offers to solve her problem, but she says that her problem is larger than his any day. Jin comes invites him out to eat and they excuse themselves.

Night time. YZ visits cousin who gives her a dance performance. As she danced, I can’t help but remember the sad story (as told in the previous episode) of how XY loves to dance but she isn’t allowed to because she’s a high born lady. (High born ladies don’t dance like courtesans, I suppose.) They then play a childhood game together. I’m not sure what XY is trying to achieve? Seduce YZ? Anyway, YZ is merely impressed with her skills and promptly discusses her marital prospects, which doesn’t make XY happy.

Jin is finally freed from house arrest and he’s revelling in it! He’s out and about in the city with YZ and his cousin when ladies flock around … YZ and giggling, asks how many people she’s killed. Jin, unused to not being the centre of attention, I suppose, says something snippy to the ladies and marches off in a huff.

One of Jin’s friends call out to him and they hang out until he sees XY. His friend tries to persuade Jin to introduce him to XY, but Jin’s not doing it. So, he brushes him aside and goes to her. Just then, XY discreetly releases some kind of dart from her ring. Jin topples into the water and XY pretends to dive in after him. When they’re in the water, XY hits Jin unconscious.

YZ pulls them out. Jin is unconscious while XY’s maid said that her reputation is now ruined - how can she marry now? (I say let her marry a goat herder for all I care!)

Jin is mad at his friend, whom he’s pretty convinced pushed him into the water. Fortunately, nothing happened, said Jin, or I’ll never forgive you. The manservant carries Jin back.

YZ brings medicine to Jin only to get the shock of her life when she sees him all wrapped up like a mummy. Jin is mad and petulant and complains that she’s not paying attention to him or taking care of him. She asks: Where does he hurt, and he, of course uses the opportunity to demand kisses.

He asks: “How is that woman?” Yet, he says later that XY is a good person for diving into the water after him.

YZ sadly says that because so many people saw her fall into the water, her reputation is affected. (How, really? Ancient China is so unfair.) Jin says they just have to give her a big dowry and people won’t turn her down.

That’s when YZ notices that he has a bruise at his neck (that’s where XY hit him) and remarks that cousin is sure remarkably strong. YZ asks where else does he hurt? He points to his knee and she notices another bruise, and says to herself: “This seems to have been made by a hidden weapon of some sort.” This puzzles her greatly.

YZ sees XY lamenting to her maid about her shredded reputation. How can I go on now? She laments. What can I do?

I don’t know. Leave? Bah.

Summary:

So our frail, delicate dove is actually a bitter, venomous viper. Not only was she behind Jin’s fainting spell, she tried to drown him! Her obsession with YZ knows no bounds, and it would seem that she wants Jin out. Like, you know, from the mortal realm. But now she has a new angle, and I’m not liking it much. Dear YZ remains oblivious to XY’s machinations, but she’s starting to suspect something, thank goodness. 

Apparently XY is a fan favourite, and that totally perplexes me. Is it because she hides her inner strength under a veneer of beauty and frailty? I have a word for that: deceitful.

By the way, I forsee difficulties in recapping episode 20 onwards because it’s all about the politics, baby, and our main couple is actually relegated to side character roles in some episodes! Why, dear writer, why? I’m not a fan of detail recapping these things (the court language! Gah) - especially since our couple plays such a small role. So I’m only going to do quick recaps for those.

[castawxayaway]

another lifetime

(also I’m writing this listening to dodies new EP. god she is so talented and beautiful, if you’re wondering what my favourite song is it has to be the Instrumental, followed by In The Middle!)

requested by the lovely @thelightthatisblindingme you guys ask for it, and I’ll write it. (and this is a lot of heartbreak, you’ve been prewarned) this is actually based off of my time in London, well moreso my day dreaming. also the prompt list I reblogged a while ago, this is #85: don’t lie to me. 

prompt list / collection of my writing / requests open *nudge nudge*

Rushing I stood before the coloured lines and names I would soon forget, attempting to decipher which one I'd need to be on. People passed me with a sense of urgency, each having a place to go to with plans in mind whilst I stand utterly clueless. To my left I can hear a train coming, I scan for the name that I was told to go to, once I find it I let my brain sort it out and quickly walk to see the train originally there gone along with most of the people around. 

I glance up to see it would be on its way in the next few minutes, so I allow myself to breathe, let my heart beat calm down slightly as there are fewer people here to notice my paranoid state. London, as much as it is a beautiful city, it is one that I cannot cope with on a daily basis let alone a work meeting. Taking a look at those around me you can differ between the tourists and the commuters, for once I fall into the latter. 

Loud noises begin to stir in the tunnel, air begins to circulate around us as my train approaches. Already everyone is getting ready, taking a position waiting for a door to open before them. Copying them I wait behind the yellow line, trying to keep my breathing under control as it whizzes by, blurring every face in the cabins until it is just colour. Before me is a half empty cabin, I let out a sigh of relief as I sit down, my own reflection facing me in the glass. 

My vision shifts between my tinted cheeks and clammy palms to the empty track and platform filled with people waiting for the next train. We sit still, not going immediately like I had anticipated. Instead the train for the other side of the platform runs alongside us in the opposite direction. Everything blurs, those standing, sitting, swaying, listening to music, doing their makeup. It all becomes primary colours until it comes to a halt and more people join those originally there. 

Keeping my head down as I check my phone I glance up, only to see myself still in the glass, but also the other carriage in front of me. Someone tall is blocking my view, but as I sigh they stand up revealing who is sat on the far side of the carriage close to the platform. I raise an eyebrow as they keep their head down, a mess of dark brown hair just tasselled back. It’s just a mere coincidence, I repeat in my head in attempt for my heart to calm the beating to its necessary amount rather than its current state. 

I can see him lifting his head, so I look back down, then around at the carriage I’m in before focusing back on him. My breath becomes caught in my throat as he looks my way, clearly not seeing me as his glasses aren’t on, but the jacket is. He blinks a few times before pulling his glasses out and slipping them on, leaning forward and actually seeing me. My cheeks begin to burn as my vision shifts between my worried expression to his confused look. We both simply look at each other, neither having the opportunity to say a word as the beeping sounds, the doors shut. I open my mouth as he does, yet no words come and we both move in opposite directions. 

Once the windows turn black I relax into the stiff fabric, unsure what to think or how to process the sight I just saw. It’s been three years. Three whole years without seeing his face, yet the one day, the one day I’m back. I scoff silently to myself at the coincidence, partially grateful knowing it won’t happen again. London is a big city, the chances of seeing him twice? Highly unlikely. Instead of dwelling I listen to the automated voice announcing the stations with little emotion, just monotone. Zoning out I watch my reflection, how I cross my leg over the other one, tilt my head and rest my arm on my leg, unable to get him off of my mind. 

Stumbling up the step I search for my keys as my friends drive off, trying to laugh quietly in order to keep the neighbours at peace, as well as him. I wear the same goofy smile on my face as I recall the haziness of the night we just had, the shots, the dancing and the uneasy walk along the beach. As the door unlocks I slip my shoes off and before I can continue getting undressed the stair creaks. 

As I hear the announcement for Oxford Circus I stand up, and try to push the memory back, back where it should be along with his harsh words. The words that my heart is still healing from. The doors open and I push through the people, his words whispered between them as I forced through the masses and towards the stairs, towards the air. 

He sat there still, watching me in low lighting as I giggled to myself. As I caught his gaze he wore disappointment heavy in his eyes, the same look he has worn for days now, the love and light has been isolated and torn apart leaving this. I felt the sweetness go, only to be replaced by the bitterness that carves a rightful place in my heart. “It’s 4 in the morning.” All he does is moan about me being out, yet he is barely here. There is more to me than sitting here, waiting for him to get home. Sometimes I just wish he could see that, that I have a life outside of our relationship. Hanging my coat up I place my bag on top of it, reaching for my phone. “That him then?” He piped up, a sour look crossed his face, yet I shrugged it off. 

Glancing down to my wrist I can feel the redness, the stinging still despite how long it has been. I reach my arm into my coat pocket, keeping it out of sight to hide the invisible mark that he left. Like everyone else I blended in, I kept my head down as I exited the station and took a deep breath of the polluted air allowing the familiar toxic sensation back into my life. 

“That hurts.” Any soft warm feeling that was in my body had been drained, instead the burning that pulsed in my wrist as he held it replaced it. I locked eyes with him as we both stood up on the stairs, him towering me. “Let go.” I spoke with force, and he let go as I tried to hide the mark he left, I’ve never seen him this way before. 

Walking away from him I held back the tears in my eyes, knowing soon he would see them in the morning light. “How long has it been then, huh?” Turning round I glance his way, seeing the heaviness in his face. I roll my eyes, but that only makes it worse for him. Before I know it he is behind me, keeping a close eye on me as I hesitate to get undressed. “Who is he? This guy you keep on meeting.” He spits the words with so much venom I can see it burning at my feet. 

Confusion lies heavy in my eyes as I simply stare at him. “What guy? I’m not cheating on you!” I yell in frustration, unable to fathom his accusations. “I was with the girls, that’s all so stop being so dramatic.” Groaning I walk off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it. 

As I lie against the door I can feel him on the other side, lying down I see his feet at the door, waiting for me to come out. “Just tell me who he is, it’s that easy.” He spoke with an uneasy amount of calmness in his tone, the sort that makes you feel moreso on edge than before. 

“There isn’t a guy, Dan! You’re the only one I have.” I repeat myself again, wanting to slam my head against the door in fury. 

He pounds on the door, causing me to jump. I move away from it, cowering by the toilet. “Don’t lie to me.” I can feel his rage through the thin wooden panels, the look that won’t wear off like the alcohol in my system. As he continues to tell me awful things about myself I know and try to remind myself that he’s drunk, he only could say such things when he is in such a state. 

Sending my friends a text they reply saying to wait it out, that they’d be here soon enough. I relax against the toilet, waiting for them to turn up as I zone out of his comments, the toxins he spews at me through the door. 

It took Will, Woody and Kyle to calm him down that night, they took him away to sober him up. A few days after I could barely look at him after what he said to me. We ended things when he tried to get help with his drinking, that was the last time I saw him, in his denim jacket and those glasses. The same ones he is wearing today.

I walk with caution, a hint of fear arising around my shoulders as I feel him nearing me despite travelling in a different direction. Nearing the building I ease the tension that builds in my muscles, knowing for a few hours that I’m secure in here, I won’t see him here. 

Throughout the entire talk I can barely focus, every time someone speaks all I can picture is how different he seemed. Has he changed? Maybe he is better now, maybe he is stable. Maybe. Has be got his life back on track? Is he happy? 

Am I happy having seen him? Or am I just kidding myself?

Once the meeting is over I walk out with a few colleagues, unable to laugh along wholeheartedly like I normally would. “You alright?” One asks me as they brush my arm. 

Snapping out of it I nod, “Never been better.” I lie through my teeth and force a smile. With that we all walk different ways, I call a taxi to go somewhere relaxing, to what was once my haven. To Hyde Park. 

As I get out I can’t help but feel years younger, I’m in my early twenties again, full of ambition about my future and the dreams I have. Walking around I take a seat, taking in the scenery before leaving once again, giving in. I close my eyes and picture my younger self again, how content I could be here. “Of all the places, I knew you’d find yourself back here.” Opening my eyes I glance to my left, trying to hide my shaking hands and sweaty palms. 

My eyes trail up his attire, he seems more put together compared to back then. His hands relax, they no longer shake contrasting my own. I reach his face, he’s barely aged yet his stubble is more prominent now. His eyes differ entirely, they don’t lack dimension like they once did, instead they burst with colour, with varying shades of blue. It’s as if the alcohol drained the colour, any hope he once had yet now it is fully restored. 

A smile grows on his face as I sit still, an involuntary smile growing on my own. “Always my place to think.” I state, unsure what else I can say or fathom as he hovers by the seat next to me, neither of us sure on the boundaries between us. I pat the spot next to me, “I don’t bite.” Joking I ease the tension, he sits next to me and both of us relax in the silence and watch the world go by. 

“How come you’re in London?” He speaks up a few minutes later after we’ve seen business folk walk by, families and pets being walked. 

Rubbing my lips I pause before answering, I ponder turning to face him, let our knees touch or to relax entirely knowing it’s him. “Business stuff, I’m working on a new piece of artwork and they want to review my ideas.” I explain, still keeping a safe distance. 

His face lights up entirely, the brightness in his eyes contrasts what I once knew. “That is,” Pausing he shifts his body to face him, lifting his arms up and bringing them down with joy as he finishes his sentence. “that is unbelievable.” A warm smile is evident on his face. “You always wanted to do something like that.” He mumbles to himself before looking away, clearly having the same memories as I am. 

“And you? Still here then?” I pipe up, trying to distract us both. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He wipes his face, focusing ahead rather than on me. “Band is still doing really well, just working on our new album.” He says it as if it is nothing, that his music is no big deal. If only he could see what I saw, what his fans saw.

Nudging him he shifted slightly, “That is huge Dan, your fans will love it, they always do.” Speaking with more spirit in my voice he straightens his back, we both ease into a conversation as if it is like old times. A time before we both became polluted. 

“So, where did you move to?” He asks as the conversation drops, the quiet makes my heart beating faster more apparent. “I tried to come back to the flat, but you were gone. It got sold.” I can see the pain, the hurt that has branded him. 

My heart drifts back to that time, the tearing of my artery being lived again, as if it were the first time. “I couldn’t talk to you, I told the others. They said if I told you, directly that it could set you back.” Shaking my head my hands gripped the bench. “I didn’t want you to get worse. All I wanted was for you to be you again.” I whisper under my breath, but the way his hand is reaching for mine, he knows what I said.

I watch carefully as his hand nears mine, I can see it happening, but I can’t feel it. “I’m me again, I promise you.” He whispers as he tries to connect our hands, but I pull mine away quickly. 

Locking eyes with him I can see how hard he is trying, but I just can’t. “I’m sorry Dan.” Standing up he sits still, a pleading look fading into the hope. “My heart can’t take the pain, even if good is in the mix the pain will be prominent.”

He stands up, keeping a comfortable distance between us. “Look, I fucked up, I know.” He sighs and begins to fidget. “And why would you want to trust me, we live different lives, but doesn’t part of you wonder what could have been?” 

Part of me wants to nod, for us to start over, relive what we had. “We aren’t kids anymore, Dan.” But no, I shut it out. I push it back with the pain to the spot that should not be opened, the stitches that should not be cut open too soon. “I can’t try again.” I take a few steps backwards, before walking off. 

His eyes, the hope mixed with ambition behind the glass is something I’ll keep locked in my memory. That is something I won’t push, force backwards like the bad and the painful times. I’ll always remember the singer in the glasses, even if in his darkest days he doesn’t know me. 

[wwe-fluff-fic]

Matt Jackson - Payback's a bitch.

Matt Jackson - Fluffy and Angsty imagine where reader and Matt are in a relationship and they get into a big fight before a match together with Nick against The Motor City Machine Guns and Taeler Hendrix. Throughout the match Matt acts like an ass, but the reader gets hurt and he feels bad and tries to make it up to her. 

Request for - @thegabby5sos

Warnings - Fluff and Angst, some swearing.

Word Count - 1643 words.

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Although yours and Matt’s relationship was fairly new; 6 months to be exact, arguments were extremely rare between the two of you. Even during your three year friendship as members of The Bullet Club and as The Young Bucks valet, anyways even when you did have a fight it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be solved over a pizza, a bottle vodka and a good movie. 

But this time, it was oh so different - the incredulous argument leading to the fight was; to put it plainly, absolutely pathetic. It all arose when you were offered a singles career by the several promotions The Young Bucks were signed at, instead of just being their ‘occasionally involved’ valet. Straight after hearing the news you instantly ran to your boyfriend to share the amazing news, you were ecstatic that companies were finally recognising your singles talent and you were sure your boyfriend would share your enthusiasm.

As soon as the words ‘independent career’ left your mouth his face dropped and the once light atmosphere of the room morphed into a much heavier one, thick with tension. You instantaneously sensed the change in Matt’s mood and questioned him on what was wrong, upon doing so it only changed his expression from one of hurt to one of anger. 

Matt had screamed in your facing and accused you of not giving a shit about The Young Bucks as a unit; not caring about yours and his friendship or relationship. He branded you selfish claiming that the only person you ever really cared about was yourself, amidst the argument you were about to interject him in order to defend yourself when he hit you with his final words to you, ’You’re a heartless bitch! All you ever did was use me for you own gain’ and with that he slammed the door of your hotel room. 

Those words had hit you like a ten tonne of bricks, you instantly became aware of the rapid beating of your heart and the taste of venomous bile in your mouth had made you sick to your stomach. You were in complete bewilderment at your ‘sweetheart’ boyfriend. The words he spoke were undoubtedly the cruellest words you had ever heard leave his mouth…and they were aimed at his own girlfriend.

*A few hours later*

You were sat on a storage crate in a solitary corner of the packed out arena fiddling around with the tassels adorning the sleeves of your signature leather jacket, just a mere ten minutes before your match against The Motor City Machine Guns and Taeler Hendrix. 

You weren’t paying much attention to anything happening around you, more just wallowing in your thoughts, dwelling on the incident between you and Matt. At this point you could barely stomach the thought of him, let alone work cooperatively with him in a match and continue a facade of the ‘IT’ couple when in your mind you weren’t even sure if you were a couple at all. Suddenly, a deep voice broke you out of your trance.

“Hey Y/N, how ya holdin’ up? Matt told me what happened” Nick questioned, a sympathetic tone lacing his voice and a comforting hand resting upon your shoulder. You looked up at him and scoffed shrugging his hand off your shoulder, continuing to twirl the jacket tassels between your fingers whilst looking off into space -  tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to ruin your make up. You promptly realised that you had no reason to treat Nick like shit because of his brother’s childish actions.

“I’m sorry Nick, i didn’t mean to be so rude” you muttered, rapidly blinking the tears from your eyes before looking up to him.

“No need to be sorry kid, Matt was way out of order. But hey, lets get this match over with and then hopefully Matt will have stopped being a dick and he’ll be on his knees beggin’ ya for forgiveness” he chuckled lightly at the end of his words. Your maroon lips cracked into a broad smile for the first time since your initially good news earlier the same day. You hoped off the crate and stood beside Nick.

“Lets go beat up some bitches” you shouted clapping your hands together, your obnoxious laugh filling the once quiet corner. You happily strode in front of Nick with confidence and pre-match adrenaline radiating from you, but deep down you were already dreading having to face Matt when you got to the gorilla. 

*Match time*

Whilst waiting for your entrance music you and Matt didn’t speak, in fact he didn’t even look in your direction. He instead opted to just talk to Nick - who was frequently shooting you apologetic looks. 

As soon as your theme played you and Matt headed towards the ramp, Nick behind - you two laced your hands together and were all over each other on the way down to the ring. After the pair had finished the signature poses and taunts at The Motor City Machine Guns and Taeler Hendrix, you place a passionate kiss on Matt’s lips; ensuring the crowd were still encapsulated in the ‘IT’ couple, before stepping through the ropes with Nick allowing Matt to start the match up against Chris Sabin.

In your eyes and how you were reading the crowd reaction, the match was going well, that was until you realised that Matt was purposefully stopping you being tagged in. When he came to your corner he would only tag in Nick even when he was still fighting fatigue on the apron and when Nick game over to tag Matt would slap Nick’s arm before he could reach you. So the next time you saw Matt stumbling across the ring you savvied up to his tactics and tagged yourself into the match up before he could even recognise it had happened.

You were currently precariously balanced in a suplex set up on so called, ‘high rent district’ with Taeler when you began to hear Matt stamping his feet on steel stairs and chanting - now for some competitors having team members make chants focused them, but for you it distracted you and broke your mindset, and Matt knew it. Just as you turned your head to shoot Matt and evil look Taeler suplexed you both off of the ropes, the way your head was positioned caused you to hit your head devastatingly hard at an awkward angle. As soon as you landed you knew something was wrong; your ears began to ring, you felt dizzy - your vision fading to black and an excruciating pain thrumming through the back of your head. You barely stayed conscious long enough to roll to your corner, where Nick tagged him self in and finished off the match, pinning Alex Shelly for the win. 

*post match*

Immediately after match had ended you were carried backstage by several officials with a deathly worried Matt trailing behind shouting questions and demanding answers. The medics immediately began assessing your physical state, while Nick calmed an extremely anxious Matt whilst dragging him from the medical room.

After the medics had decided you didn’t need to go to the hospital; you just need a lot of rest and roughly 2-3 weeks off, they invited both Matt and Nick back into the medical room. As soon as Matt walked into the room you could see his eyes were slightly red and puffy, along with an apologetic look plastered on his face.

“Y/N, baby I am so fucking sorry! I didn’t think it’d knock your concentration - and I’m sorry - I was a huge dick. I know I fucked up big time. Baby please forgive me.” he rambled on, almost incoherently. Tears beginning to well up in his eyes. You raised an unimpressed looking eyebrow at him, still annoyed at him. His expression became even more sorrowful as he realised you were still pissed off.

“I take back everything I said, baby. You having a singles career would be incredible, I know you never used me. You’re amazing in your own right. Fuck! I’m so sorry” he sputtered, his normally cocky demeanour completely diminished.

Both you and Nick tried to keep a straight face as Matt continued to ramble on and on, apologising profusely; when abruptly a smirk cracked onto both of your faces.

“What did I tell ya!” Nick shouted enthusiastically, referencing his prediction of Matt coming grovelling back to you. You smirked and beckoned Matt over to your seat.

“I forgave you the minute I saw the look on your face” you whispered into his ear, placing a feather light kiss on the lobe. Matt pulled away from you to reveal an unimpressed, relieved and amused expression all melded together. He then finally cracked a smile.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me! I thought you were going to break up with me” he chuckled whilst sighing in relief; leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your temple and then your lips. All whilst embracing you in a massive bear hug, enveloping you completely and making you feel safe.

“I was going to…but then i realised that: one, you have to treat me like a princess for the next few weeks - that entails taking me to my favourite restaurant and going clothes shopping and two, the next movie night is my pick - and i pick ‘Titanic’” you smirk hearing his groan of disapproval knowing he despises it. “Oh and I guess I love you” you added with a cheeky giggle and a wink.

“Payback’s a bitch man.” Nick cackled shoving Matt’s shoulder as Matt rolled his eyes; helping you up from the seat you’d been sat in.

“I guess i deserve it” Matt murmured in defeat as they helped you to the car, where your weeks of princess treatment were already set to begin.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine for this blog and much like Nikkii said earlier, it may not be up to scratch as this is only my first imagine for this blog. I also apologise if any information isn’t accurate as I’m not very educated on The Young Bucks! But i hope you all enjoy it! ~ Moxxii xo