#and i woke up unable to go see a friend I'm attracted to because i was frozen in grief and in serious physical pain upon waking

[giantkillerjack]

I miss my shitty sisters so much. I am feeling the family trauma sharp and harsh today. I woke up from a long anxiety dream again. One of the ones where I'm eternally just trying to get a ride home, and my family just can't seem to give me that. There's always one more thing before I can be allowed to go home. My wife is never in these dreams for long because then she'd help me and the dream would no longer be about family anxiety.

This time, I had fallen asleep in real life with my CPAP machine mask on, so the dream was less severe and not about how I couldn't breathe. In fact, I even had nice moments with my family in this dream. Me and my sisters - especially my older sister who was horribly ableist and emotionally abusive to me - seemed to make up. She didn't apologize or anything, but in the dream, I gave in and invited her to hang out with me. And in a way, it was nice. We watched TV together again like we used to. All three of us. Like in some of my very happiest memories of home.

I think that's why waking up felt so painful to me. Because that comfort was ripped away and replaced with the reality that if I invited my sisters and I to have that again, then there is nothing to stop the same pattern of abuse from occurring for the hundredth time. I would become too depressed to eat, then I would become anemic and suicidal again. I refuse to be that hungry every again on their account. I have this eating disorder because of my sister's abuse, and I will not open myself up to undoing all my hard work on my partial recovery just because I miss her.

But gods, I miss her. I miss my little sister too. I miss having a family that feels whole. I miss my old house which is now sold and never to be the place of comfort it was again. I miss feeling like everything was okay between us.

But everything was never truly okay. So much of the extreme conflict we had was from me developing boundaries against bad treatment for the first time in my life. Of refusing to be treated in the ways they had always treated me.

I gave my big sister dozens of second chances, and she blew through all of them with the absolute confidence of a person who believes they will never stop receiving chances. I warned her that there was a limit, I told the rest of the family how much it hurt that they kept insisting I repair the relationship no matter how it affected me - no matter if it had me begging forgiveness for how I reacted to being abused. So much demand to apologize for making space for myself to be away from them so I could be safe or for - gods forbid - shouting about how their ableism endangered the lives of me and my wife. Shouting! How utterly evil to yell when one's life is threatened! Better to bear it with a smile and agree that actually you ARE just dramatic, right??? 🙄

I realized that there simply was no upper limit to the amount of emotional and ableist abuse I could receive from her, from my parents, or from my younger sister that would not result in the other members of the family insisting it is my responsibility to make myself available to repair the relationship. The wholeness of the family unit was more important than the wholeness of me.

So even if I miss them, even if I am sad how sad they are missing me, how sad my parents are that I won't speak to them, even though I still truly love them... I have an inner child inside of me that I will NOT allow them to make hungry and hurt and guilty and confused again! I deserve so much better than how they've treated me! My wife and my friends have proven that!

I am allowed to have grief and boundaries simultaneously. What I grieve is not my choice to make distance - I do not regret this decision, as it is the reason I have been slowly able to get healthier rather than sicker these past 2 years - I grieve that I was treated so poorly that I had no choice but to cut them off.

I grieve it truly and deeply and even in my sleep. I wailed in my bed this morning from the crushing weight of the waves of grief. I let them wash over me. And I let myself feel them. I survive, still breathing, and I continue to sail somewhere new.

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Ignominy

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ch. v - kokomo

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

In the arms of Jongho, you didn't feel much different than everyone around. And with the flute of champagne in your hand, you honestly felt much much lighter than you initially was when you just arrived.

"Remind me, how did you manage to convince me to accompany you to this event?" You asked before taking a sip of the champagne. Jongho took a sip from his flute as well before answering you, "I promised you that I'll do a Marvel marathon with you," he said, leaning down closer to you, "and that I'll buy your beer for the next three outings." You furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips, "I thought you said five," you questioned, recalling what Jongho told you.

Unfortunately, Jongho avoided your question as he perked up and called someone over.

You looked in the direction of the person Jongho called only to see a handsome man, he looked older than Jongho and dressed to the tens. There was an aura of authority around him and you couldn't deny that at that moment, you were attracted to him.

"Seungcheol hyung," Jongho pulled him into a tight one-arm hug before pulling away and introducing you both, "Hyung, I want you to meet my date, (y/n), she's unemployed and drinks like a sailor. (y/n), this is my cousin Choi Seungcheol, he's the VP of another family business and he's finally showing his face after... Three? Four years of being abroad?" Jongho said, grinning proudly at his cousin.

After giving Jongho the stink eye, you faced Seungcheol with the biggest, widest grin you can muster and offered your hand for him to shake, "Don't mind Jongho, he's annoyed that he couldn't actually get any girls to go with him tonight so he decided to be a sore loser about it," you said in a sweet tone. Seunghceol laughed heartily and took your hand in his, shaking it, "Damn, so you're telling me you're just doing Jongho a favour?" he teased, side-eyeing Jongho. The man in question huffed and smack his cousin lightly on his shoulder, "Hey, don't make it sound like I'm such a loser, I could've taken anyone tonight but I wanted (y/n) to mingle with business people!" he defended himself. You faked a mocking coo and pat him gently on the head, "Aww, sure you can, buddy. We're so proud of you," you teased and smirked when you saw his left eyebrow twitch.

Your focus accidentally shifted past Jongho and you couldn't help but swallow the lump that appeared in your throat out of nowhere when you locked eyes with San.

You hadn't seen him since four or five years ago. The last time you both were in the same room was after you both lost your virginity to each other. You remember that day clearly like it was just yesterday. You remember getting your high school diploma and then running away from your friend group and him from his own friend group to have a romantic day to celebrate. It had been in both of your plans to have sex for the first time ever with each other and you both agreed that the perfect time to do it was when you both finally stepped into adulthood. Hand-in-hand, you both spent the day taking pictures, eating, lying on the grass of the Han River next to each other making plans for the future, and come evening, having your way with each other for the first time ever.

Above all, you remembered how San almost choked you to death and then later on, woke up in the hospital with bruises all over your body, unable to speak. You waited and waited but San never came to visit you. Heck, he disappeared into thin air, never to be heard from anymore. Well, not by you anyways. And despite being best friends with his cousin, Jongho, you never dared ask about him because why would you wanna know anything about the man that only gave you pain and didn't even have enough balls to take responsibility?

Immediately, you averted your gaze to look at Seungcheol with a smile, "So, Seungcheol, how good is your drinking skill?"

On the other side of the room, San's palm began to sweat. He had been uncharacteristically jittery ever since he stepped into the hotel parking lot and he didn't know why. Thinking that his meds were wearing off, he took a dose of his heat suppressant but it still did nothing. San thought that maybe he was nervous because of the scale of the party and the guests and heck, even the fact that his grandpa was there.

It didn't even take long for him to spiral out even more when he saw that you had come with Jongho. To be frank, San was so close to leaving earth at that point but Yunho regrounded him by assisting him in talking to the guests who wanted to discuss things with him. Despite the distraction of waves of old men coming up to him trying to ask about his business plan and his feeling over his family's achievement. He never really minded with being the face of the company but at that moment, he wasn't feeling so hot.

Things become even worse for him when he saw you pulling Seungcheol to the side of the bar. WITHOUT Jongho.

"Dude, are you okay?" Yeosang asked, tapping on San's shoulder which made the man jump slightly despite it being a light tap. San's hand instinctively pulled at his collar from discomfort. It took a lot from San to avert his gaze from you and his obviously hot cousin whom he hadn't seen in a long while. Damn it, why is he back now and right when you're finally in the same room as his again?

Although he wanted to say all that, his body was not letting him have his feelings. So San let out an exhale, fixed the lapels of suit and gave Yeosang a tight-lipped smile, "Nothing, can we move from this spot? I think I saw the guy we signed a deal with two years ago," he said, nodding his head to the other direction. Though unsure, Yeosang knew that it was unwise to unload San's feelings at that moment so he just went along with whatever San wanted. "Sure thing, we can- Mingi?" Yeosang turned to look for Mingi only to see the tall man trailing away, seemingly following someone with the tray of sliders. "Damn it," Yeosang groaned, turning to Wooyoung who was making eyes with a hybrid paralegal nearby, "Can you please focus? We lost a guy to food, we need to stay sharp for San," he said. Hearing him say this, San felt bad. He was basically being babysat by his friends and it was humiliating for him. But he couldn't do anything, not when he himself realized that he was not in an emotionally stable state.

With one last glance at your direction, San walked away to circulate the room, hoping that he might get to talk to you again after so long.

You, on the other hand, were trying not to choke on the shot you just downed. Seeing you trying to bite down you grin as some alcohol dribbled down your chin, Seungcheol easily inhaled his own before he pointed at your chin, "No, that's cheating, you're losing like half of that shot just by being clumsy," he stated. You put the now empty shot glass on the table and stared at Seungcheol with an incredulous look, "Excuse me? I downed that one whole shot, you saw me!" you defended. But Seungcheol shook his head at you, briefly taking a moment to flag down the bartender and put two of his fingers up, indicating that he wanted two more shots, "Nope, doesn't count," he smirked. Once the bartender came back with two shots that he placed in front of you both. You took the shot glass that was placed in front of you and swirled it slightly, "Do you do this often?" you asked, peering over to Seungcheol through your eyelashes, "What?" He asked, "Doing shots at parties with a girl?" Seungcheol raised an eyebrow at you and he suddenly repositioned himself, moving so that he was leaning closer to you. The lack of chairs or stools on the bar allowed him to be free with his movement and position. "Girl? No. Pretty girls? Yes," he winked as he took his shot glass and pressed it to his mouth. You shook your head in disbelief, trying to be aloof but the smirk on your lips made it apparent that his words had affected you, "Smooth," you stated simply as you gulp your own shot.

When you lowered the shot glass from your lips, you saw Seungcheol staring at you. It was at that moment that you realized how beautiful his orbs and lashes are. "What?" You asked, feeling awkward all of a sudden, not used to being stared. Well, not used to being stared by a guy as handsome as he anyways. "You got, uh... You got a little something," He then proceed to put his shot glass back on the bar and he gently cupped your chin. Your eyes widened at the sudden touch and your body became stiff.

Just as Seungcheol was about to do something, a commotion broke that snapped you both from being so immersed with each other and made you jump away from each other.

From the middle of the crowd, you can see some people moving around frantically until the people around you stepped to the sides to reveal someone on top of another person. There were several people trying to separate them but the person on top seemed to have the upper hand. It wasn't until the person on top finally lifted his head that you realized that it was San on top of a middle-aged businessman. Your eyes widened in shock and San's too. Maybe it was you imagining things, but you could've sworn that when he realized you were looking at him, San's body relaxed and his hands lost their grip on the middle-aged man. People took notice of that as well and one person took that moment to his advantage. He grabbed San up by the arm and dragged him away, their trail was covered by two more guys as people only started to gather around to tend to the middle-aged man once they were sure that San was no longer around. The area was nothing short of chaos with people running around getting ice and making space, and the whole nine yards. It had started to overwhelm you, to be frank.

Thankfully, you saw Jongho jogging towards you once San was taken away and out and once he got close, he pulled you away to the sidelines. "Geez, I thought that was you," Jongho said, exhaling in relief. Confused, your eyebrows scrunched, "What are you talking about, I was with Seungcheol this whole time. You left me alone with him, you jerk," you scoffed. Jongho simply rolled his eyes and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you away from the crowd, "Well, for one thing, I know you tend to do stupid shit when you're drunk and you've been inhaling shots like it was fucking caprisun," he stated, looking at you pointedly, "Second, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" and you smiled gratefully at Jongho's consideration over your safety.

"Can we go somewhere... Less crowded? This feels uncomfortable for me," you smiled sheepishly at him. Lucky for you, he grinned widely and nodded in agreement, wordlessly guiding you away once again. But as you walked away with Jongho, you couldn't help but let your eyes trail over where San and his friend disappeared to. You had never seen him like that but maybe he just had changed over the years. The sweet boy you once knew maybe has been replaced by someone you act without thinking. Whatever it was, you don't think that you liked it. Not even one bit. Especially not when he looked like he was about to hurt someone like he had hurt you a long time ago.

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a heart like yours part 8: the confessions

Masterlist

Summary: You tell Loki you know he's the one that woke you

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mild angst; implied smut (which means minors & pearl clutchers dni) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Are you going to actually knock, Y/N, or am I going to have to do it for you and run away like we're teenagers dealing with our first crush?" Wanda teased as you stood in front of the door to Loki's apartment. She and Natasha practically dragged you to the Russian spy's closet from the spa insisting that if you were going to finally have a conversation with the raven-haired god about how you felt for one another, you were going to look your version of "devastating infuriating panty-dropping levels of attractive".

That was how you ended up standing there in a black wrap dress with gold detailing and five-inch heels that would still have him towering over you, what with how short you were, and how impossibly tall he was. As for the emerald green satin and lace lingerie underneath? In Wanda's words, "in case you get to the really happy ending". 

"Give me a second, dammit. If I get any more nervous my palms are gonna sweat," you hissed at your friend. 

You took a steadying breath and whispered to yourself, "Three seconds of bravery, that's all you need." And then you have to face what ever follows, no matter how chicken shit you are. So that was exactly what you gave yourself. Three seconds of mustered up courage to knock on the door.

The second your fingers touched the door, Wanda disappeared in a puff of red smoke, leaving you to face whatever followed all on your own.

As the door opened to reveal the sight of Loki in a black henley and green sweatpants, you resisted the urge to turn around and run away as fast as these cursed heels could take you and abort mission. 

"Hi," you managed to breathe out. A tender smile graced his face as he looked into your eyes, making you catch your breath, still in overwhelming disbelief of what was revealed to you just hours ago. 

"Y/N," he crooned your name. Dammit when he says my name like that I just wanna kiss him. Wait, can I just do that? Forget the talk and skip to the good part?  You mentally slapped yourself. Focus.

You held up his cape in your arms, neatly but loosely folded so that you wouldn't risk creasing it anywhere. "Came to return your cape. Thank you. It was--comforting, waking up to something kinda…familiar." He took the garment from you, his hands grazing yours as he did so, and you could almost taste the tension between you two. Three more seconds, Y/N, you can do this. "Can we talk?" 

"Of course, darling." He stepped aside and opened the door wider. "Come in." 

You situated yourself at the edge of a chaise lounge in the middle of the room, watching as he hung the cape back in his closet before turning to face you, and you could almost see the beginning of tears in his eyes as he looked at you. "I apologize, dear Y/N. Earlier today I'd been trying to cope with the idea of a world where you no longer walked upon it, and seeing you here before me now…elates me so." 

Your words failed you, unable to think of anything coherent to reply with except: "I know you woke me." 

It was like you were sucker punched with the look of shock and terror that colored his face. And then your heart caught in your throat once again as he said his next words. "I'm sorry." Before you could respond, he strode over to you and crouched until you were eye level. A moment passed before undeniable despair entered his eyes and he sank even further, to his knees, looking up at you. 

"Why are you apologizing?" you croaked. "You did nothing wrong." You placed your hands on his shoulders, your heart aching as you saw the visible relief in him the moment you did so, as if he was so comforted by  your touch. "But Loki…why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me you didn't know who--?"

"Because it was me," he answered in a rush. "Because it could not be the man you were with. Rogers was a fool to have you and not love you. And I heard you. Outside the cottage. You told the Sin Healer that your heart belonged to someone who was also a fool if he dares think that you are unworthy of his attentions. His affections. I apologize for I am neither one of them and yet I woke you. Of all the people fortunate enough to be loved by you, and yet they were so foolish to not return it. 

"But Y/N how could I not love you? You are brilliant, beautiful, and kind. And whenever I gaze upon you, you greet me with a smile that I would gladly move the realms for if only to see it again. I understand if these affections of mine are unreturned and if you wish to cease our semblance of a friendship--"

You couldn't take it anymore. You cut off his words and pressed your lips to his, stifling a chuckle at the sound of his startled gasp. And then he began to move his lips against yours, taking control of your kiss, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you down onto his lap. 

"You're an idiot," you murmured against his lips. "It's you. I'm in love with you." You pressed another kiss to his lips. "My heart…it's yours. It always has been." 

He weaved his hand through your hair and pulled away from you, making you look at him, not even bothering to hide the bewilderment in his eyes. "You believed yourself unworthy of my love?" You  nodded your answer, making his eyes darken ever so slightly at you, before he pulled you even closer to him, pressing your bodies together as he kissed you once more, and standing up from his current kneeling position.

The sudden motion made you reactively wrap your legs around him, causing you both to moan into each other's mouths. When you pulled away for air, his lips latched on to your neck, pressing kisses wherever he could as he lowered you both on to the bed, with you straddling his hips. 

"Oh my darling Y/N, how I've longed for this," he groaned against your skin. You could feel his hand moving to undo the tie on your dress with slow, deliberate movements, taking his time. "I'd dreamt of the day I could finally have you in my arms, in my bed. The day I could call you mine, our bodies pressed together as we chase each other's pleasure. You laid out before me as I made love to you." You shuddered, both at his words and at his kisses moving to your ear.

"I look forward to doing exactly that tomorrow night, my love." 

Wait. What? You pulled away slightly to look at him with the confusion swimming in your eyes. You decided to voice your confusion as well. "What's wrong with tonight?" 

Your breathing hitched as a seductive smirk graced his exquisite features. "Tonight I believe I have another task. I must prove you wrong. Dispel your beliefs that you do not deserve my attention." He undid the ties of your dress and shrugged it off your shoulders, licking his lips as he caught sight of your garments underneath. "My affection." He pressed a kiss at the base of your throat. "My devotion." Then he pressed another kiss above your heart. "My love." 

A series of broken whimpers escaped your lips as you felt his kisses moving up to your mouth again. "Tonight I am for your pleasure, my precious mortal." And then he flipped you over, your back landing on the bed with a soft thud. "Tonight you will learn what it's like to be worshipped." He pressed a kiss to your now bare stomach, before crawling his way up to your lips once more. "By the god that loves you." 

"What the fuck was that?" Natasha hissed in shock as she heard a muffled cry from the hall, her confusion growing as Wanda started simply chuckling in response. "Something you wanna share with the class, Wanda?" 

"Loki forgot to close his door all the way again." She led the way to the door in question and pointed out the slight crack left open. She slowly took hold of the knob and quietly shut it all the way, but not before another muffled scream of his name came out of the door, making your friends' eyes widen.

"That's--?"

"That's our girl," Wanda finished with a playful smile. "Getting her really happy ending. I'll fortify his enchantment. They need all the privacy they can get." As she cast a spell around his room, another muffled moan came through. "Goddamn, the lungs on this woman." 

As she finished the spell and began to walk away, the two women caught sight of little Morgan skipping over to them. "Hi Auntie Nat. Auntie Wanda. Have you seen Auntie Y/N? I wanna watch Tangled with her." 

Wanda picked up the little girl, steering her away from the door of the apartment you were currently moaning and screaming your lungs out in, and answered, "I'm afraid Auntie Y/N's spending some time with Loki." She let out a chuckle before adding, "Being his princess." 

That led Natasha to slightly tap her upside the head. 

"Does that mean Auntie Y/N got her happily ever after?" Morgan asked the two with a little yawn.

Natasha glared at the sorceress, silently telling her to behave, but the chuckles she was stifling already told her that that wasn't happening, so she answered instead. "Yeah, baby. She finally did." 

A/N: And here we reach the end of the story. But…there are 2 outtakes coming: one with the Stark party that Strange mentioned in part 4, and another one with the breakfast in part 7. And if I ever get an idea for an epilogue…that might happen

And here's a bonus gif for the ones who read until the end

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teenage dirtbag [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: Things finally explode between you and Nate, and Pietro decides to get to the bottom of whatever is going on between you and Wanda, though in usual Pietro fashion AKA not subtly at all

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is very beefy, i must admit, but i think you'll all enjoy the outcome 😂💘

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Dinner with the Maximoffs wasn't as strange as I envisioned. Her parents were sweet and the twins did their best to make me feel comfortable. Wanda still seemed mildly frustrated whenever Pietro and I would talk though, and I figured she may have thought I was lying when I told her I didn't like him like that. I hoped that wasn't the case.

After dinner, Wanda took me upstairs to show me her bedroom. I'm not sure how to describe it other than it seemed so Wanda.

"I'm guessing red is your favourite colour," I said when I saw the hints of scarlet in her bedroom. On her walls, in her bedding, on her pillows. Just like her car and her jacket, they were all bright and very her.

"Great observation, Sherlock," she teased with a sly smile.

I returned the smile, sticking my tongue out at her playfully, before having a walk around and coming across her massive CD collection and CD player. Her music taste was actually quite similar to mine, which I definitely didn't expect. It just made her ten times more attractive to me which wasn't good, but oh well. I was here for a good time, not a long time. And my crush on Wanda Maximoff would surely be the death of me.

"D'you have any CDs at all?" she asked, joining my side when she noticed me staring at the shelf.

I crossed my arms, glancing at her. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to collect them, but it's just so much easier to have Spotify, y'know?"

My intention wasn't to make her laugh, but God I was glad I did when her eyes crinkled and the sound rang around the room, making my heart pinch with adoration.

After giving me some of her pyjamas, the two of us got ready and brushed our teeth before I realised she wanted me to share bed with her.

"You wanna watch some TV before bed?" she asked, clearly not registering my hesitance to slide into her Queen-sized bed.

I swallowed hard. "S-sure."

She turned on the TV at the end of her bed as I slipped in beside her, still a bit rigid as I kept a fair distance from her.

"What you feeling? Comedy? Drama? Horror?"

"Anything is fine with me," I said, still tense.

She hummed in acknowledgement before leaning down on her pile of pillows behind her, edging closer to me. My heart was hammering in my chest as her hair tickled my arm from where she was laying.

"You comfortable?" she checked in, leaning backwards so her head was upside down to see me. "I have more pillows if you need them."

I offered her a small smile, hoping it disguised my nerves. "I'm good."

She nodded before flicking through the channels and eventually settling on reruns of The Office. It took time, but I eventually overcame my initial shock of sharing bed with the girl I had a major crush on and instead relaxed, getting comfortable under the covers.

After watching some TV, we called it a night and fell asleep quite quickly, the day taking its toll on us. For once, I wasn't panicking about doing something stupid. I simply fell asleep, trying to ignore the heat she emanated from beside me.

It was a peaceful night – her bed was super comfortable – and I woke up to the sound of Wanda moving about in her bedroom.

"Shoot, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked when she saw me moving about under the blankets. I tried to blink away the sleep as she continued, "I was gonna wake you soon. School starts in an hour."

I rubbed my eyes, yawning, before sitting up and seeing she was practically already dressed. That meant she would have been up for a while, meaning she would have seen me fast asleep. God, I hated when people saw me sleeping. It always felt so weird.

"It's okay," I got out tiredly, before running a hand through my hair.

"You sleep well?" she asked, spinning around in her chair, her makeup half done. "I tried my very best not to use you as a teddy bear."

She was joking, but I felt my neck grow warm at the thought and damn, it was just way too early to be flustered.

"Yeah, I slept great," I settled, feeling her gaze on me. "Thanks again for having me over."

"Anytime," she said, and something told me it wasn't just a friendly response but that she actually meant it. Maybe it was the kind smile on her lips as she said so. "Just like last night, if you wanna use anything in the bathroom, go for it."

I gave her a thumbs up, taking a moment to wake myself up a little more, before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned to Wanda's room, I saw she'd already made the bed and had laid my clothes on top of it.

"I've got a shirt you can borrow," she said when I grabbed my jeans.

"Oh, I can just wear the same thing again, it's no biggie," I told her, already grabbing my shirt.

She pouted before grabbing a shirt from her closet. "Just hold on. You'll love it."

In no time, she came out from her closet and held out a Paramore tee shirt on a hanger towards me.

"I got it from the last concert I went to," she explained. "I thought you'd like it."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Wow, Wanda. Really? You don't mind?"

She nodded, shaking the shirt as emphasis for me to take it. I did, having a look over it and smiling to myself.

"I'll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow," I promised, taking it off the hanger and holding it with my jeans. "Thanks."

"You can keep it," she said, scratching the back of her head apprehensively. "I've got loads."

"Oh, no, I can't do that," I began to deny, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, I'm giving it to you," she said, before smiling sweetly. "I'm sure you'll look better in it anyway."

Again with the warmth spreading up my neck...

"I doubt that," I quipped with a small smile.

"Go! Go get changed," she said, already pushing me towards the door. "I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."

I snickered, letting her shove me into the hallway, before heading into the bathroom to get ready. The shirt was oversized, so there was no need to be worried it wouldn't fit. It was actually really nice, plus I liked it that extra bit more knowing Wanda gave it to me. Though I knew I wouldn't keep it. It was hers and she was just being nice.

When I finished making myself look presentable, I headed downstairs and found the twins at the kitchen counter, chatting between themselves. Their chatter ceased when I walked in, with Wanda biting her lip and looking me up and down with satisfaction.

"I was right," was all she said, making me nervous. "You do look better in it than me."

—

The day after that, I did as I said I would and returned Wanda's shirt to her, washed, folded and ironed. Knowing she wouldn't accept it without a fight, I left it in her bag when she wasn't looking during class.

I should have expected her to approach me at my locker afterwards.

"It was supposed to be a gift," she said, and I saw her pretty face reflected in the mirror hung inside my locker.

I turned around, already knowing what she was talking about.

"I told you I couldn't accept," I said politely, giving her a small smile. "I appreciate it though." She seemed disappointed which obviously didn't help with my feelings for her, so I took a leap and added, "Maybe I can get my own at their next concert. In the summer, right?"

She picked up on what I meant and smiled, stifling a laugh. Running a hand through her hair, she met my gaze and I found myself frozen in place as always, unable to look away. I wondered if she knew what she was doing when she did that, knew that she was giving me heart palpitations every time her lips turned into a playful smirk and dark eyes studied me curiously.

My eyes drifted to her lips subconsciously and she must have put on some lip balm or something, prior to finding me just now, as they looked shiny and pink and just so damn kissable. Nate was one lucky guy.

—

Having faced issues with Nate three times now (AKA the three times he happened to launch a football at my head), I'd figured I wouldn't be seeing the last of him. He was a dick, meaning he had a natural inclination to piss people off, particularly me. But I never thought he'd go for Y/BF/N.

We were chilling by our lockers, chatting about his film project, when his books suddenly got knocked out of his hands and he was shoved against the lockers. I straightened up when I saw it was Nate, looking pissed off as he had Y/BF/N's shirt bundled in his fist.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shove him off, but he merely pushed me back.

"This isn't your business," he said to me before glaring at Y/BF/N, who was quiet with panic. "You. You've been hanging around my girlfriend and I don't like it."

The colour drained from Y/BF/N's face as Nate slammed his hand to the lockers beside his head, startling him.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from Wanda!" he ordered, and students were starting to pick up on the fight that was clearly about to break out. "You fucking hear me, you nerd? Stay the fuck away!"

Poor Y/BF/N nodded his head, eyes avoiding Nate's. Meanwhile, I was angrier than Nate probably was. Y/BF/N had done nothing wrong. Maybe Nate had just seen Wanda hanging with me and because Y/BF/N was always with me, assumed the worst. Either way, this was no way to handle the situation and I was not gonna let this dick threaten my friend.

"Get the fuck away from him, Nate," I said through gritted teeth, glaring a hole into the side of his head.

Nate barely glanced my way. "I told you this isn't your business, honey."

"Five seconds," I said, standing behind him as a crowd began to form. "You've got five seconds or I'm gonna kick you."

He seemed to ignore me as he tightened his grip on Y/BF/N's shirt, only pissing me off more.

"Five," I began to count down, the grip on my books tightening with nerves and anger. "Four."

He still didn't look my way, just kept slapping Y/BF/N's face to scare him.

"Three, two, one," I said quickly, tired of giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Without waiting anymore, I kicked him between the legs with full force, watching as he instantly let go of Y/BF/N and doubled over. Everybody began to laugh, some making 'ooh' noises, but the consensus was clear – it definitely sucked to be Nate right now.

I tried not to laugh as I watched his face scrunch with pain, turning red. I was starting to appreciate my choice of wearing my doc marten boots today.

"No more balls for the guy who keeps throwing them at my fucking head," I got out, jaw clenching.

He looked up, his face crossing with realisation as he recognised me. In response, he glared in my direction, but it didn't faze me.

"Come on, Y/BF/N," I said, looking to my startled friend. "Let's go."

"What on Earth is going on over here?!" a teacher's voice rang out in the distance, and I groaned internally.

When I turned to leave, I heard Nate from behind me, grunting with dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' dyke," he mumbled under his breath, and I paused, clenching my fists.

"Y/N, don't–" Y/BF/N tried to stop me, but I was too pissed to care.

I spun around and punched Nate square in the face, feeling good as his smirking face scrunched in pain and his back hit the lockers from the impact.

"Woah!" a teacher came out of nowhere, shoving herself between us and pushing me away from him. "What the hell is going on here?!"

I shook my hand to ease the pain on my knuckles, though the pain couldn't stop the grin on my lips as Nate raised his hands to his face, holding his busted nose. Students were going crazy, egged on by the potential fight, and for once, I didn't mind the attention. Nate had that coming for a while now.

"Everybody back to class! Now!" the teacher yelled, glaring all around her, before her eyes settled on Nate and I. "You two. Nurse's office now."

Nate glared at me behind his bloody nose and, once again, I tried not to laugh. Y/BF/N patted my back, amazement written on his face, before letting me leave with the teacher and an unusually silent Nate.

—

Kicking Nate in the groin and punching him in the face wasn't something I did to get attention, yet that's exactly what happened. Word of the incident spread around the school quite quickly, so much in fact that even students from other grades became aware of the situation and were approaching me to tell me how awesome I was. The whole thing was definitely strange, but I could tolerate it.

What I couldn't tolerate was having Chemistry after lunch and wondering if Wanda knew.

Would she hate me for punching her boyfriend? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when she walked into class and sat next to me, I felt everyone's eyes subtly watching us as if waiting for her to explode at me.

I'd been given an ice pack for my bruised hand after my visit to the nurse's office earlier whilst Nate had been treated for his broken nose (the fact that I'd broken it was hilarious to me, since I knew I wasn't even that strong). The principal had a very angry yell at us both in his office, neither of us willing to reveal the premise of our fight, before giving us detention every day after school for two weeks straight as punishment. Of course, Nate got his two weeks at a different time to mine for fear I'd punch him again (he definitely didn't like that, but he couldn't exactly say that to to principal).

I didn't bother using the ice pack in Chemistry for fear Wanda may ask what was up. I successfully managed to hide my hand and as a second surprise of the day, Wanda mentioned nothing about the incident. Not one thing about her boyfriend, about Y/BF/N, about any of it. I thought she might hint at it, trying to get me to bring it up. But she didn't which made me think she actually had no idea it even happened. Had anyone told her? Had he told her? Nah, probably not. His fragile masculinity probably caused him to change the story to something else so he didn't look like a wimp in front of his girlfriend.

Whatever it was, I was safe for now.

Thinking I'd got away with a confrontation from Wanda, I went about the rest of my day as usual. Well, that was until I was replacing some books in my locker at the end of the day and saw Wanda at her locker behind me, arguing with– yep, you guessed it. Nate.

Y/BF/N was collecting some books from his own locker beside me and we both exchanged looks as we saw the two lovebirds in a heated argument. Just when we were about to leave, someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us turn around.

Wanda was stood there, backpack hanging from her shoulder, beside Nate, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hi," he started quietly, making Wanda clear her throat. He glanced at her before looking to Y/BF/N. "Look, man, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was wrong about what I said. We cool?"

I tried not to laugh at the way Nate was being forced to apologise by his girlfriend. Y/BF/N glanced to me with questioning eyes, so I simply shrugged.

"I guess...," he finally answered Nate, still a little awkward.

Nate nodded before looking to me. He still had his reservations, judging from the twitch in his expression, but for Wanda's sake, he kept his cool.

"I'm sorry for treating you badly," he said reluctantly. "With the football and just generally."

God, it was so hard not to laugh in his face right now. His nose had gauze taped to it and it made him look like an idiot. I fake coughed to disguise my smile, before meeting his gaze.

"It's, er, cool," I said, not in the mood to be an arsehole to him, even though he deserved it. I'd punched him – I think we were equal for now.

He nodded, before staying quiet. Glancing to Wanda, he waited for her to say something. She rolled her eyes and nodded for him to leave. When he was gone, she sighed tiredly.

"I only heard about what happened after Chem class," she said, mainly to me, a guilty expression on her lips. "I'm so sorry he acted like a jerk."

I chewed my lip, unsure what to say.

"It's okay, Y/N here took care of it," Y/BF/N said, smiling with amusement at me. Okay, well now she definitely knew.

"Yeah, sorry you felt you had to do that," she said with a grimace. "I guess he deserved it though."

"Kind of," I agreed, before noticing the regretful frown on her lips. "He apologised though. It's already happened. I kinda broke his nose... No point in dwelling on it."

She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah..." Her eyes fell to my bruised hand before lifting it gently. I winced at the ache, but let her hold it, studying the purple bruise painted across my knuckles. "That looks bad."

It felt good punching him though, but I wasn't about to say that since it was her boyfriend I was talking about.

"It's alright," I said dismissively, shrugging. "Nate kind of got it worse. I'll live."

The pad of her thumb stroked the bruise gently and I held my breath, the feeling of her hands holding mine sending shivers up my arm. Her eyes flickered to mine, softened with guilt, before she let go of my hand.

"I should head home," she said after a pause. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Y/BF/N said for both of us, sensing my loss of words.

Wanda held my gaze once more, eyes half lidded as they glanced down. Before I could even question what she was looking at, she waved goodbye and left.

"She's either starting to realise what a dick her boyfriend is or she's just really into you," Y/BF/N said, patting me on the back. "Maybe both, who knows?"

—

"You definitely cheated," I told Y/BF/N once we finished yet another round of air hockey. "Nobody wins six times in a row like that!"

He laughed at my expression. "Tell me, dear Y/N. How would I cheat? The concept of the game is simple, really. It's not my fault you're terrible."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "Seventh time's the charm. C'mon."

He chuckled, about to put more money in the machine, before his eyes got distracted by something behind me. "Well, would you look at that. The Maximoff twins are here."

"Very funny," I said with a knowing look. "You can't throw me off like that. We've established I'm already terrible. Now c'mon. Let's go!"

"I wish I was joking," he said, shaking his head.

I scoffed, not believing him, and turned around to prove him wrong, but I was surprised when I saw Wanda and Pietro walking into the arcade we were in. They seemed to spot us instantly, waving in our direction before approaching us.

"Fancy seeing you here," Pietro teased with a smile as they stopped before us.

I cracked a smile as Y/BF/N joined my side. "We're hanging out. And you?"

Wrapping an arm around his sister's shoulder, he tugged Wanda close to him. "Sibling bonding time."

Wanda rolled her eyes at his childishness, but I could tell she found it endearing all the same.

"Well, if you want, you can hang with us," Y/BF/N offered, and we all looked to him, myself raising a brow his way. He seemed to sense my reluctance, it egging him on as he grinned at them. "Y/N doesn't mind. Do you, Y/N?"

I swallowed hard as I looked between the twins. "'Course not."

And that's how I found myself playing arcade games with the Maximoff twins that Saturday afternoon. It was actually pretty fun, with Pietro being as competitive as I was and Wanda being the sweetest loser with everything she played. It was so adorable, but I ended up letting her win some games of skee-ball just so I could see that cute nose scrunch of hers as she realised she'd won.

"You gonna let me win like that, too?" Pietro caught on as he took his sister's place in playing against me. He had a mischievous grin on his lips and I felt my mouth go dry at what he was implying.

"You wish," I said, playing it cool, though I wondered if he cared that I clearly let Wanda win. He wouldn't read into it, right?

Pietro took his go as he spoke. "So, I heard what happened with you and Nate at school last week."

I closed my eyes, cringing at the reminder. Pietro merely laughed.

"You kicked him super hard, right?" he asked excitedly. "I heard his face went so red with anger that you could fry an egg on it! And don't forget that punch, goddamn what I would pay to have seen that!"

"Pietro!" Wanda scolded from behind us as her and Y/BF/N played air hockey. "Don't be a tool!"

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Pietro continued to laugh. Y/BF/N joined in whilst Wanda tried to hide the smile dancing on her lips.

"You're not even together anymore," Pietro called to Wanda between laughter. Wait, did I hear that right?

"You and Nate broke up?" Y/BF/N asked with disbelief. "Our grade's 'it' couple broke up?"

Wanda ran a hand through her hair to distract from her flittering eyes. "He treated you horribly last week. Both of you." She glanced my way before looking at her shoes. "He was a jerk. It was long overdue... Also, I would have broken up with him there and then had I known what he'd said to you. I'm sorry he said what he did."

She stared at me with apologetic eyes and I wasn't sure what to say or do other than nod awkwardly and look away. The fact that she'd broken up with him put a smile on my face though.

"I just think it's awesome," Pietro admitted, before saluting playfully to me. "Thank you for your service. I knew you were awesome, but this is a whole new level."

I sighed, attempting to hide my smile, before straightening up to play. Pietro and I played some skee-ball before I decided to have a go at the claw machine. Wanda was at the one beside me, attempting to win herself a fluffy black cat plush toy. She'd had three goes before giving up, admitting to defeat.

"Typical Wanda," Pietro teased. "Giving up when the going gets tough."

She punched him in the arm, making him jump and rub it. That elicited a smile from her, making me laugh at their immaturity.

"How about Wanda and I go and get a table in the diner next door whilst you finish up winning whatever it is you're trying to win?" Y/BF/N asked, looking to me, as if assigning blame.

"I already told you, I'm not leaving this machine until I win at least one thing," I stated stubbornly.

"The amount of money you've put into the machine won't make up for whatever you win," Y/BF/N teased with amusement.

"Just go," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll be there soon."

"I'll wait with her," Pietro said, resting a hand on my shoulder, making me shrug him off jokingly. "See you soon," he added with a laugh, to his sister and Y/BF/N.

When they left, I looked to Pietro with an amused smile. "I don't need you to look after me, y'know."

He shrugged and looked through the glass of the claw machine. "I know. But I stayed to give you some advice, princess."

"Oh, really? And what advice is that?" I asked, before putting some coins in the machine to have another go.

"People usually tend to win these things for people they like, right?" he asked, nodding to the plush toys in the machine.

"Or for themselves," I corrected with a curious smile. "Take Wanda for example. How badly did she want that cat?"

He crossed his arms, smiling with amusement. "You could win it for her, y'know."

"What?" I asked, half paying attention as I attempted to grab a teddy bear.

"Win the cat for my sister and give it to her?"

I ended up dropping the teddy from the claw as I looked to Pietro with shock. He laughed at my expression, leaning against the machine.

"You do like her, right? Otherwise this is awkward," he added as an afterthought, looking down and smiling to himself.

My jaw hung open. "I– er– I never really– I don't–"

"She must definitely like you," Pietro noted, glancing at me.

I licked my lips as I found my words. "Did she," I cleared my throat, "did she say something?"

"Well, no," he said, "but she looks like she wants to murder me every time I hang out with you."

"That's just a coincidence," I said, shaking my head and looking back to the machine. "She's not–" I thought about, before shaking my head again. "No."

I appreciated Pietro's help, but Wanda definitely didn't like me like that. She was just protective of her brother and friendly to me. It didn't mean anything.

"Look, you don't have to listen to me," he said, straightening up and looking at the machine as I slotted another coin in. "But you could give it a shot. See what happens."

I glanced at him, his blue eyes watching me knowingly, a matching smirk on his lips.

"Fine," I gave in, hoping it wouldn't backfire. "Let's see what happens..."

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The Night Shift

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4,189

Warnings: a few bad language words (sorry Stevie), fluff, I think that’s all

Summary: Your bad day turns worse when you're given the night shift at work. But you find it has more perks than you original thought. 

A/N: Here it is! My first ever posted/published work! This is a bit new for me for quite a few reasons. 1. I usually write OCs. 2. I'm used to writing 3rd POV and past tense. 3. I like writing series and longer fics. 4k is actually pretty mild for me. Also, I'm planning on doing more first date fics with the Avengers, but we'll see if I keep up with that. Thank you and enjoy!

(Pictures not mine but collage is)

Today is not your favorite day. You woke up late, your laundry isn’t done because the machines were all being used when you tried, your roommate didn’t do the dishes so you had to do them before you left, your car broke down - meaning you had to take the Subway - and now you’re working an extra shift because your stupid coworker didn’t show up.

Who even comes in to get coffee at 9 at night? The sky is dark, the stars are out, and everyone should be getting ready for bed - including you. God. You love New York, but sometimes you wish the damn city would just go to sleep for once in it’s goddamn existence.

You’re practically asleep on your feet, getting ready to close in fifteen minutes, when the door opens, the little bell ringing in response. You rub your eyes and turn from where you’re wiping down the back counters to speak to the wackjob who wants coffee at this cursed hour.

You freeze, your eyes meeting stunning azures framed by dark lashes. Thick, soft, chocolate locks fall down past his ears and into those alluring eyes. Lips, perfectly pink and very tempting, pull up in a delicious smile. He’s got a jawline sharp as a knife, only accentuated by the dark scruff covering it. Jesus Christ this man is attractive. He’s also vaguely familiar…

He strolls up to the counter, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans that pulled taunt around his thick thighs. His shirt is pulled tightly across his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath the fabric, threatening to tear the material with every movement.

“Hello.” You thank whatever deity that might be out there that your voice doesn’t shake as you greet the gorgeous god of a man.

“Hi there, doll. Cody’s off today, huh?” Even his voice is breathtaking.

“Yeah. He didn’t show up. Is he a friend of yours?”

The man tilts his head in confusion, before his eyes light up realization. “Oh, no. No. I just come here a lot.”

“At nine at night?”

He shrugs, a small blush rising on his cheeks. “It’s the only time I get to myself really.” It clicks in your head who this man is when he raises his hand to rub the back of his neck. Black metal gleams in place of tanned skin.

“You’re Bucky Barnes!” You blink at him in disbelief. His hand quickly finds its way back to his pocket while he chuckles awkwardly. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. You’re one of my favorite Avengers! After Black Widow, obviously, but-” You stop rambling, feeling heat rise to your face. “God, I’m tired. Uh, what can I get you?” You punch in the order that he gives you and look up shyly. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

He smirks and leans on the counter. “How about a name, darlin'? Yours, specifically.”

You roll your eyes, unable to contain the snort you give. “I’ll be right back with your order, sir.” You start making his drink, avoiding his eyes that you feel watching your every move. Usually you had another worker helping to make drinks, but since there’s only ten minutes until closing, you’re alone to close up the shop tonight.

You also usually only write on the cup when there’s more than one person, but you find yourself writing down your own name on his cup. It is part of his order, after all.

“Here you go.” You repeat his order, handing his cup to him.

He raises an amused eyebrow. “You forgot-” You interrupt him by clicking your tongue and turning the cup in his hands. He looks down at it curiously, before grinning and reading the ink out loud. The way your name falls off his lips has you holding in a shiver. “Thanks, sugar.” You watch him leave the shop, whistling a nameless tune, and wonder if Cody would mind switching shifts more.

Turns out, Cody had been arrested, so your boss had to hire a new kid who, because of school, couldn’t do the night shifts. Which meant your shifts changed. Not that you mind all that much; it gives you more chances to see Bucky.

When he said he comes in often, he wasn’t lying. Occasionally he stays while you clean and lock up and the two of you get lost in conversation under the city lights outside the shop. He usually orders and leaves with a witty comment and a wink, probably off to save the world from aliens or Nazis. He always orders the same thing, but he always asks for a little something extra, different every night.

“The usual?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Anything else?”

“Your phone number would be great.”

~

“I’ll get right on your drink, Buck.”

“Awesome. Can you add your favorite flowers to that, too? Thanks, sugar.”

~

“I’m gonna change it up today, dollface.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll have the usual, but on the side I want to know what your favorite dessert is.”

He’s such a charmer. You aren’t sure if he’s just flirting or if he actually likes you. You think maybe he does that with every girl - waitresses, cashiers, secretaries - and he’s just being friendly. You’re sure after being stuck as a brainwashed assassin for nearly a century, flirting and cracking jokes with people makes him feel more normal. Still, you can’t help but wish that maybe the relationship you have now would become…more.

It’s not until he shows up a few weeks after your first meeting that you finally get an answer to whether or not he really likes you.

The bell rings, signifying a customer coming into the shop. You know it’s Bucky by the watch on your wrist; in the past few weeks of working the night shift, only one other person came in at nine o’clock.

“Good evening, beautiful.” A smile lifts the corners of your mouth at the familiar smooth voice that you could listen to all day. “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

You straighten up and look over the counter. “It’s called inventory. How’s your day been, Buckaroo?”

“Better now that I get to see your pretty face.”

You roll your eyes, face heating up and a small smile gracing your features. “Give me a minute and I’ll have your drink done. Anything extra?”

“This is a bit riskier than normal, but I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. Can I get your schedule?”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion as he smirks confidently. “My schedule?”

“Yeah. I just need to know something.”

“What would that be?”

“You free on Saturday, doll?”

* * * * * * * *

Saturday comes much too slowly for your liking, especially considering he asked you out only two days prior. He didn't tell you what you'd be doing today, so you decide on a casual sundress that you can play off as fancy if you need it to be. The color and style compliments you and your beautiful features perfectly and you can only hope he agrees. Your roommate assured you you looked gorgeous before going out with some of their other friends this morning.

You're just putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the day when a knock on your door sounds throughout your apartment. You check your watch: 10:30 on the dot. Just like he said. You get up too quickly, causing you to trip on your own feet and stumble - but luckily you catch yourself before you fall. Feeling simultaneously embarrassed and relieved he didn't see your clumsy actions, you head to open the door.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers appeared once you open the door, bright cerulean eyes shining at you from behind them. He grins, said eyes scanning your figure. "You look pretty as a picture, doll."

You duck your head bashfully, taking the flowers from him. "Thank you." You not so subtly check him out as you put the flowers in a vase. Like always, Bucky is absolutely stunning: his brown locks frame his face, falling into those mesmerizing blues, which are even more so due to the dark blue t-shirt under the light bIue jean jacket hugging his muscled torso. Dark jeans pull taunt across those thighs, his large hands in his pockets casually. You find yourself frowning when you notice his left hand is covered by a black glove. You want to say something, but decide against it, too anxious to ruin the date with this god of a man.

He clears his throat, which brings your gaze back to his face. You feel yourself heat up at the smirk on his perfectly pink lips. "Uh, I, um, so...what are we doing today?"

"I thought we could have some fun today, since all you ever seem to do is work."

"I don't always work." You quickly defend. He raises a disbelieving eyebrow, making you drop your head again. "Okay. Maybe I don't get out much."

He chuckles. "Good thing. That way I get you to myself." There's that smug smirk again. "As for what we're doing, that's for me to know and you to find out. I'd wear walking shoes if I were you, though."

You give him a curious look, moving over to grab your keys, phone, and wallet, before slipping on your sneakers. "I don't get a hint or anything?"

"And ruin the surprise? Where's the fun in that?" You giggle a bit as the two of you head out your door and down the hall. "I didn't know if you mind motorcycles, so I just borrowed Steve's car." He tells you in the elevator.

You talk about motorcycles and your opinion of them as you walk out your building and into the bright Spring sun. Your eyes widen at the nice Camaro parked in the street that he leads you to. "Wow."

"Yeah." Bucky nods in agreement. "Tony had it custom made for Steve for their anniversary a few months ago."

"And he's allowing you to use it?"

Bucky chuckles, running a hand through his hair as a pink tint dusts his cheeks. "'Allow' is a strong word."

You laugh as he opens the passenger door for you. You thank him, sliding onto the nice brown leather seat. "Does he even know you have it?"

He shrugs, shutting the door and leaning into the open window. "He'll find out soon, I'm sure."

Another laugh escapes you, a smile adorning his lips at the sound. He walks around the car, doing a hood slide to make you chortle again. While you two start driving, you try to convince him to give you a hint, but he's stubborn, denying you answers with that annoyingly charming smirk of his.

You recognize the direction you're going after a while and bounce in your seat as you arrive. "Coney Island?"

"I haven't been here since before the War and I've been meaning to come see how it's changed." He told you with a grin. "Who better to come check it out with than the pretty dame who serves me coffee at nine o'clock without complaining?"

Rolling your eyes to cover how much comments affect you, you smile teasingly in return. "Have you always been such a charmer, Barnes?"

He parks the car before shooting you a wink. "Only to angels, darlin', and you're the first one I've met so far."

You inwardly curse, hating how easily flustered you get around him. He gets out of the car and you're about to follow when he opens your door for you and offers his hand to you like the gentleman he is. You take it, enjoying the feeling of your smaller one against his rough calluses, and he helps you out of the car, shutting the door behind you.

"You ready to have the time of your life, dolIface?"

"As long as you get me a treat." You joke, linking your arm with the one he offers.

"Like I wasn't going to?" He scoffs back. "Who do you think l am, sugar? Now c'mon. Fun's awaitin'."

You laugh, letting him drag you around, loving the child-like wonder in his pretty eyes. Whether or not you enjoy roller coasters, you have a blast: playing carnival games, eating food you both know is terrible for you, but tastes oh so good, and people watching the interesting crowds, all while teasing and playing around with each other. There's nothing better you can think of to do with your free day than goof off with Bucky, no stress or worries plaguing your mind like usual. He even wins you multiple adorable plushies! Being a super soldier wasn't just good for saving the world, evidently.

It was while you're eating lunch that you ask Bucky why he's wearing a glove. "I've already seen your arm. I don't mind."

He hesitates, opening his mouth before licking his lips nervously. "It's not...I know you don't. I just don't...I dunno. I don't wanna freak anyone out."

You frown and put down your food, leaning forwards on your elbows. "First off, I think you're an amazing person. Just throwing that out there. Second, I don't think anyone will mind. You're a hero. An Avenger. Basically a celebrity with a badass arm. And, finally, if anyone does say anything, I'll tell them off. Easy peasy."

He snorts at that, before looking at his gloved hand warily. You reach across the table to give both his hands a squeeze. He meets your eyes and you grin reassuringly back. "If you're not comfortable, that's okay. Just know that other people should never be the reason to hide yourself. Trust me."

"I do." He says genuinely. You give him a questioning look, playing with the tips of his gloved fingers. At his nod, you slowly start taking his glove off, giving him time to say no. He doesn't, letting you tug it all the way off. He blushes when you lift the smooth metal to your lips.

"So, what's next? Wanna win me one of those monkeys with the velcro hands?" He chuckles at your question, telling you he'd win you all of them if you asked. You giggle, tightening your hold on his hand and, after finishing the last bite of food, pulling him to the booth with the monkey prizes.

When it starts getting dark, Bucky convinces you to go on the Ferris Wheel with him, promising to hold your hand the whole time if you're scared of heights (even though you haven't let go of his hand or arm since lunch). It's one of the most stunning scenes you've ever seen. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, a few stars dotting the darkened sky, a rare sight living in New York City. The aforementioned city's lights were turning on, causing the skyline to glow brightly. It's hard to think of anything bad about NYC when she looks like that.

"Wow. " You breath, enchanted by the city you've grown to love as home. "There's something almost...magical about it, don't you think?" You turn to Bucky, still captivated by the view, expecting him to be the same. After all, New York has been his home for over a century and so much has changed. Instead, you find him intently watching you, a small, adoring smile etched on his features. You smile shyly, unable to keep his gaze while he's looking at you like that - like you're the most enthralling thing he's seen, bewitching his heart and soul, even with the magnificent picture before you.

"Yeah...there is." He agrees, grabbing your chin between his left thumb and pointer finger gently, making your eyes meet. His right arm is around your shoulders, pulling you into his warm chest, heating you up from the chill the night is bringing.

Your heart drums hard against your ribs when he glances at your lips and you're sure he could hear it, even without his enhanced hearing. Your eyes lock onto his lips as his tongue darts out to wet them. You're suddenly so much closer, his right hand holding the back of your neck delicately while his left cups the side of your jaw. Your hands are gripping his jacket, noses brushing.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice comes out low and raspy.

"If you didn't, I'd probably smack you."

You feel his deep chuckle reverberate through his chest, which you just notice is pressed solidly against yours. Before you can process anything, his lips are slanted over yours. They're softer than you originally thought and they move expertly against yours. It surprises you, before you remember he's technically over a century old, so of course he has experience.

The kiss is over before you want it to be, but the need for oxygen gets too much and your lungs start to sting, so you pull back reluctantly, your hands now in his hair while he's holding your face tenderly.

"Speaking of magic."

You laugh, rolling your eyes as the Ferris Wheel starts turning again. "Who knew Bucky Barnes is such a sap?"

He smirks, leaning forwards to peck your Iips a couple times. "I prefer the term 'romantic'."

Once you get off, you hold onto his elbow, leaning against his shoulder. "Thank you for bringing me, Buck. I really enjoyed today."

"Well that's good considering we're not done."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Wait, what?"

Bucky scoffs in amusement. "You didn't think that was all, didya, doll? The day's not over; the night's still young!" His right arm slings around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your head.

"Okay. What's next?" You ask curiously. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on those delicious lips. "Another surprise?"

"Hope you're hungry, sweetheart."

"Dinner?"

Giving you a charming grin, he leads you back to the car. "Guess you'll have to wait 'n see, darlin’."

* * * * * * * *

"Buck.” You groan, toeing the ground nervously. The blindfold covering your eyes was keeping you from seeing anything and, to your embarrassment, you've already tripped more times than you care to admit. “Where are we? l feel like we've been walking forever. Can I take this stupid thing off yet?”

Bucky chuckles softly in your ear, holding you steady as you walk on the uneven surface beneath your feet. “We’re almost there, doll. I promise."

Letting out a huff, you let him lead you further along. Finally, after what feels like hours, though you know you're being dramatic and haven't been walking that long, he stops. "Stay right here," he mumbles, his hands that were on your shoulders leaving, along with his warmth behind you, with a kiss to your cheek.

"Haha. You're so funny."

A couple snickers leave his lips and you can just imagine the smile no doubt gracing his features - the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes adorably. You feel wind nip at your bare skin and shiver slightly, wondering where the hell you are.

"Okay. C'mere." His hands are on you again, the contrast of the two adding to the goosebumps the breeze was giving you. "Right here." You can practically feel his excitement and nerves as he positions you. "Alright. Ready?"

"As much as I'll ever be, I suppose."

His nimble fingers are suddenly at the edge of cloth covering your eyes, which he makes quick work of, tugging it off gently. "You can open your eyes, sugar." He chuckles, seeing your eyes tightly clenched shut. You do as he says and blink them open. The sight that meets you takes your breath away.

He brought you to a beach, which you had kind of already guessed due to the sad slipping through your shoes. In front of you, a blanket is spread out, being held at the corners by lanterns, which are connected by a string of fairy lights outlining the blanket. Pillows are scattered on the blanket, a picnic basket to the side while a single red rose is in a small vase in the center with rose petals surrounding the setup. He really is a romantic.

"Bucky. It's beautiful. When did you set this up?"

He rubs the back of his neck, turning red. You smile, enjoying the fact that you can make him just as flustered as he makes you. “Actually, the team helped me out a bit. It was originally just Natasha and Steve. But, uh, then Tony and Wanda found out and then...Sam."

You giggle, knowing his and Sam's brotherly relationship from previous conversation. "I bet he teased the shit out of you when he found out."

"Please," Bucky scoffs. "I'll be the butt of his jokes for at least a month. At least, this part of me will."

"Well, I love this side of you if that's worth anything."

He grins dashingly at you. "Then let the birdbrain tease, because that’s worth everything. Here." Taking your hand, he leads you over to the blanket and sits you down. "All those questions at the coffee shop and I never asked your favorite drink so I brought red, white, beer, Coke, Pepsi, root beer, and," he pulls out the last bottle he brought with a boyish smile. "Apple juice. There's water in 'ere too. And, o' course, the meal and the dessert, which I did ask about because I'm not a complete idiot."

Laughing, you can't help but pull him in for a kiss. "You're so cute."

He clears his throat, his face heating up while he rubs the back of his neck, tying his hair back in a knot. He hands out compliments like candy on Halloween but he can't take them to save his life. How adorable can one man be?

You two eat and talk about everything from hilarious childhood stories to what keeps you up at night. You love listening to his fascinating tales of playing through the 20s, scraping through the 30s, and fighting through the 40s. You especially love the way his face lights up when talking about his family, the Howling Commandos, and America's Golden Boy, both twink and tank stories.

After a couple hours, you find yourself wrapped in his warm jacket - which smelled amazing - leaning against him as he tells you about his new family. You sip on your preferred drink, your eyes fluttering shut, content to simply listen to his soothing voice talking about Clint and Scott's latest prank on Pietro.

"You tired, doll?" You hear him whisper tenderly, his arms around your waist while his thumbs run small circles on your sides.

You hum and look back at him over your shoulder. "Just feeling the moment." He smiles adoringly at you, kissing your temple.

"It's getting late anyways. We should get you home. Don't want your roommate worrying."

You scoff, but agree. You help him clean up and carry things to the car, despite his protests. You nearly fall asleep on the ride back, his big, warm hand resting comfortably on your thigh the whole way. He squeezes gently when you pull up to your building, murmuring lightly to wake you up.

Ever the gentleman, he walks you inside and helps you bring the armful of prizes he got you to your door. Once there, you unlock the door and lean against the frame, facing him.

"Thank you, James. As far as first dates go, this is by far the best one I've had."

He shoots you a smug grin. "Glad to hear that, beautiful. Does that mean if I asked for a second date you'd say yes?"

You give him a smirk back. "I'd say your chances are very good."

"And if asked for a goodnight kiss from the most gorgeous girl I've ever been blessed to be in the presence of?"

You giggle, ducking your head shyly. His hands grip your jaw, pulling your gaze back to him. He nudges your nose with his, whispering against your lips, "is that a yes?" AII you can think to do is nod. He smirks at your reaction, before he's pulling your lips against his. It's more passionate, less hesitant and experimental, than the few previous kisses you shared. He's angling your face to deepen the kiss, his hands tangle in your hair and his tongue prods your lips open, swallowing the little whimper you let out.

When you pull back, you're breathless, panting against his open month. "You workin' tomorrow, darlin'?" He rasps out.

"No." You try to collect yourself enough to answer, although it's hard with all your nerves on fire, his scent fogging up your brain. You manage to move your heavy tongue enough to say, "I have the weekend off."

A broad grin lights up his pretty face. "Great. I'll be over at nine. Have a nice night, sweetheart."

You nod, an airy "goodnight" leaving your lips. You watch him walk off, a pep in his step and his lips turned up. You lean back against your door, hugging all your new plushies to your chest, still wrapped up in his jacket, and let out a sigh.

You'll have to go visit Cody and thank him. After all, that dreadful night shift gave you the best day of your Iife.

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White Lies (Pt. 03 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.7 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Keeping The Promise

Smiling, you listen to Mrs. Ellyne stories. It's been a week since you woke up, and three days ago they told you to take walks around the hospital every once in a while. And that's how you met Mrs. Katherine Ellyne, eighty-four years old, staying here to treat a broken leg. She's the one distracting you when Keanu is out to rest and eat, or in a meeting with your doctors. She's very kind, and you enjoy listening to her.

Seated in the small cafeteria, which is empty at the moment, you give her all your attention as she tells you about her High School sweetheart. You wonder if you had any crushes back then, but it's useless to try. So far, nothing came back. Not even a flash, as Dr. Harris said it could happen. Maybe a dream, she said, but when you fall asleep, everything you see it's the hospital, Keanu, and the doctors. Everything else is blank.

“(Y/N)?” Someone calls, and you recognize Dr. Wright's voice. Turning at him, you mutter a ‘good morning’. “There's someone here to see you. But you must be sure you feel fine.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you give a glance to Mrs. Ellyne, saying goodbye before standing up. “Who is it?” You ask, walking over him.

“Her name is Laura. She's a friend of yours.”

Laura. Keanu told you about her. “Alright. Let's do this.” Nodding, you start following him through the hospital.

Laura has been your friend since Elementary school, and, even though she moved away for High School, you never lost contact. You didn't know why Keanu was telling you all this yesterday, but now you do. He wanted you to know at least something before meeting up with her.

When you enter your room, a very worried woman with teary eyes stands up from the couch. There was a spark of hope in your heart, that her long, blond hair and green eyes will bring something back. That her face would somehow feel familiar. It doesn't.

“(Y/N).” She mumbles, running to pull you into a hug. It hurts a little, despite the medication you've been taking for the pain. But you don't complain, hugging her back. “I can't believe it, honey. I'm so sorry.” She cries, and you don't know what to do. “I should've come sooner but the doctors told me it was too soon and–”

“It's alright.” You assure her, offering a small smile when you pull away. “Everything is... Complicated.”

“You... You don't... Recognize me, do you?” She stutters, wiping some tears away.

Shaking your head no, you look down. “I'm sorry.” It doesn't take much for you to realize you want Keanu. You don't know what to do, what to say. Laura is breaking down, and it's your fault. And you just don't know what to do.

“My God.” She says, a hand covering her mouth. You notice when her eyes fall on your belly. She knows, of course she does. Keanu did say you two are pretty close. Or were pretty close.

“Don't worry. I'm... I'm alright.” Assuring her, you turn around when you listen to the door opening. A wave of relief washes over you when you see Keanu. Smiling at him, you gesture at Laura. “Uhm... Hi. This is Laura.” Your head hurts badly, and you're not sure what to do. “Laura, this is Keanu, my husband.”

“Oh my.” She exclaims, and you remember who Keanu is. “It's really him.”

“Didn't you know I was married to him?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you ask her.

“I-I did. Of course, I did.” She speaks fast, and her nervousness takes you by surprise. She must be a fan. “But I've never met him in person, I... You lived in Miami and only now you came to New York so...”

“Alright.” Nodding, you exchange a glance with Keanu. “Do you want... A selfie or something?” You're not sure if you can even offer her that, but you're lost here. Taking a deep breath, you move to the bed to sit down because the room is starting to spin around.

“Oh, no.” She bursts out, speaking fast. “Not in a hospital at least.” Laura stands there awkwardly as Keanu comes to your side. “So you two... Are you two alright?”

Laura sounds weird, and you want to ask what's wrong. She probably doesn't know what to do, seeing you in this situation. And neither do you. “We're doing fine,” Keanu answers before you can, glancing at Laura. “Actually I have good news.”

“What is it?” Looking at him, you move up on the bed, resting your back against the headboard.

“You'll be discharged tomorrow.” He says in a low voice, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “And we'll be going home.”

“Finally.” You say, unable to describe how happy you are to finally leave the hospital.

(Y/N) couldn't even begin to understand the feeling her smile provokes in his heart. Keanu has to control himself not to touch her, to take her hand, caress her cheek. He's caught among too many confusing feelings. He doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but maybe she's expecting him to be more intimate, since to her, they're married. But he knows it's a lie, and he knows he shouldn't be too touchy with her. It's a constant fight between his morals and the agreement he made of looking after her.

“I'll leave you two to talk.” He says, giving her a small smile before walking away.

“Tell me how you're feeling,” Laura asks just as he's closing the door.

Keanu needs to talk, and, as much as he doesn't want to, he has to find Dr. Harris. He's still uncertain about this whole marriage idea, and part of him will blame her if this backfires. But she's one of the best psychologists in New York, and he has to trust her to do what's best for (Y/N).

It takes a while, a little more than thirty minutes for her to enter her office, where Keanu has been waiting. He's bouncing his legs nervously, hands resting on his lap. He lets everything out to her, all his worries. He's taking (Y/N) to his house, a place she believes to be her home. What is he supposed to do? Sleep on the same bed? Give her some space? Let her set the pace? But what is she's counting on him to do that?

“Mr. Reeves, you're thinking too much.” Dr. Harris says, taking her glasses off and lying them on the table before her. “I need you to have a clear head about this. If she suspects and figures out, it could be too hard on her. She's still recovering and it could endanger the child.” Keanu leans forward, both hands running through his hair. “I know it's a lot to ask of you, Mr. Reeves, but you agreed. And I don't think we can end things just now. She could–”

“Everything I want is for her to get well. But this... I'm lying to her.” He raises his voice, angry, worried. Too much depends on him now, and if he does something wrong, something that could affect her in any way, he'd never forgiven himself. He just needs to know how to do things right. “Damn it, she thinks I'm her husband. She thinks I'm the father of her child. This isn't fair. She's trusting me.” He punches the table before getting up.

“Mr. Reeves, we can call this off of you want.” She sighs, and Keanu paces around the room. He can't do it. It isn't right. She needs her true husband, the one who's dead.

Shaking his head, Keanu's thoughts are racing. Closing his eyes, her image comes to his mind. When he first saw her, how she cried and hugged him. The promises he made, that he'd be by her side through the process. And the pregnancy. He couldn't call this off now, he couldn't leave her alone. “I got this.” He says, leaving the office and letting the door close with a loud thud behind him.

Right now, he hates Dr. Harris. He hates Dr. Wright and everyone who put him in this position. But it's not because of him. It's because of her. Keanu can't believe what he's doing to her. He's betraying her. And he can't even imagine what will happen when she remembers. When this lie is torn apart. She'll hate him, and he can't blame her for doing so.

Stopping by her room, his hand on the door handle, Keanu looks through the square window. (Y/N) is seated on the bed, with Laura caressing her stomach. She's smiling, and if anyone else looks, they'd never guess what she's going through. He didn't even notice the smile on his lips, lighting up his features. She's so beautiful, he can't deny that. And he can't stop looking.

Slowly, making sure to make his presence known, he opens the door and walks in.

“You have to start thinking about names,” Laura says, both the girl's eyes laying on him. But Keanu's attention is on her alone.

“I couldn't know.” She mutters, eyes on him. “Do we have anything in mind yet?” As she speaks, Keanu moves closer to her, making up his mind. He would let her choose the names, obviously. He wouldn't make any decisions for her. It's her child. Her voice is so sweet, so soft... It makes his heart beat a little faster.

“Not yet.” He answers, standing beside her.

“Alright.” (Y/N) smiles, turning her attention back at her friend.

The two women engage in another conversation, and he moves to the couch. Keanu tries to focus on his phone, but eventually, his eyes are attracted to her. Laura manages to make her laugh, and the sound is sweet, like a song. He's still staring when (Y/N)'s eyes meet his. She furrows her eyebrows a little, her smile getting a little brighter. Keanu couldn't help but sigh.

He knows it suddenly, that he'll do everything he can to help her. And when it's over, it's over. But until then, he'll keep his promise. He'll stand by her.

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Over Time

Commissioned by: @my-loves-18

Pairing: Shownu x Reader

Warning: Mentions of Violence, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

"You're just jealous." Your best friend, Steph chuckles, nodding her head towards Shownu with his arm wrapped around a girl. 

"Jealous of what exactly?" You scoff while rolling your eyes. 

"Hey, Y/N." Shownu yelled from across the lawn. Despite you hating him and your assumed dislike he had for you, he still tried to get under your skin. Well not tried, succeeded. He enraged you, not made you jealous. 

Pfft. 

You may be a lot of things, but jealous was not one of them. 

"You have to make a comment everytime you see him with a girl, or just see him in general, Y/N, and with me dating Wonho we're around him alot." She says. 

You know she's right, but it's not like you dislike him for no reason. You had two, and to you they were very valid. 

The first one, you hated the way he treated women. Every party you went to, his arm was wrapped around a new girl every time, when you'd see him out, he was with a new one. You'd heard plenty of girls crying in the bathroom after just seeing them together, and it wasn't hard for you to put two and two together. He was a typical frat guy, who did the typical frat guy thing of sleeping with a ton of girls and throwing them out after he was done with them. You didn't care if he slept with thousands, just treat them better. 

The second thing that made you really despise him, was the fact that he dropped a beer on you at your first frat party of your Sophmore year and laughed while high-fiving his friends, leaving you completely embarrassed. 

"Whatever, I'm not jealous. I have class." You say, giving her a small wave before walking away.

It was the first day of your junior year and you wanted this one to be the best one yet, since you knew next year was going to be your last. 

You walk into your math class, scoping out the people you would be with for the next few months, when one person in particular caught your eye. 

Kim Namjoon. 

You had seen him around campus last year, and the immediate attraction you had felt for this man was powerful. He crossed your mind off and on all throughout the summer and you made a vow that you would talk to him if he was ever in one of your classes. 

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to where he was sitting and clear your throat. 

"This seat taken?" You ask Namjoon, sliding in beside him before he can even answer. 

"No." He coughs, clearing his throat, and goes ahead. "Hi, I'm Namjoon." He says, holding his hand out for you to shake. 

Oh you know. 

"Y/N." You smile, excited to see what this year brings. 

** 

Over the next few days, you and Namjoon are unable to stop talking to each other. Your heart skips a beat everytime you see him, the butterflies in your stomach act up whenever you even think about him. 

Was this love? Is this what it felt like? Because if it was, you were here for it. 

However, everytime you interacted with Namjoon in any way, you felt like someone was staring at you, as if someone was burning holes in your back. Finally after a week, you got tired of it, turning around to see who had an issue. 

Shownu sat there with his arms crossed, eyes staring right at you and Namjoon. You could see Namjoons face become frightened as he quickly looked away from Shownu, looking almost guilty. 

"God that guy." You mumble, feeling annoyed. 

"You know him?" Namjoon asks, avoiding eye contact.

"Kinda. Same friend group. My best friend is dating his best friend." You say. 

"So you're not close with him?" Namjoon asks, looking relieved. You shake your head no, which makes Namjoon smile but for some reason, this smile felt different. It was cold and creepy, but you shrugged it off, not thinking too much into it. 

Later that evening, you sat inside the frat house, gushing about your week with Namjoon to Sarah when Wonho and Shownu walked in the room. 

"Kim Namjoon?" Wonho asked, sitting beside Sarah, wrapping his arm around her.

"The one and only." You chuckle. 

"Careful with him. We've heard things." Shownu says, plopping down on the couch opposite of you. 

"Pfft. What things?" You scoff, not believing him. 

"His last girlfriend went missing, Y/N." Shownu says. "Just be careful." He finishes, standing up and walking towards the front door. 

Your stomach dropped.

Was it true? 

On Friday you woke up grumpy as all hell. Shuffling your feet down the hall, you enter the kitchen where Sarah stands, drinking a cup of coffee while you yawn largely. 

"Late night?" She asks, pouring you a cup of coffee. 

"Yeah, I don't know. What Shownu said to me was playing through my head, but I don't know if I believe him." You tell her. 

"Just be careful. I don't have a good feeling." She tells you, with a sympathetic smile. 

**

That weekend you spent your days not doing homework, no, you spent your time googling everything you could find related to Namjoon and his previous girlfriend and what you came up with was astonishing. 

Nothing. You found nothing that linked Namjoon to any type of disappearance. You read about a young girl going missing, but Namjoons name was nowhere to be found. That was when you decided to not take anything Shownu had to say seriously. Clearly he enjoyed just fucking with you and making you panic. 

** 

Saturday night you went back to the frat house for a party, hoping to see Namjoon there, along with hoping that maybe, just maybe Shownu would sit this one out but to your luck, he didn't. 

The moment you walked in, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking around you see Namjoon staring at you. You smile at him, walking towards him but something stops you, another pair of eyes, burning into your skin. Looking up you see Shownu staring at you, his eyes going in between you and Namjoon. He shakes his head no to you, telling you not to go over there. You roll your eyes, walking to Namjoon anyways. You didn't understand what Shownu's deal with you was. He only likes to crack jokes at your expense and taunt you, why was he acting like this now that you were interested in someone? 

Sarah had told you it was because he was into you, but you couldn't believe that. There were no signs, he was always mean to you. Plus you did not like him at all. She was delusional, right? 

"Y/N. Can I talk to you?" You hear from behind you. Shownu standing there, looking worried. 

"No Shownu. Butt out." You sigh, walking away. 

You ignored the nagging feeling in your stomach as you walked towards Namjoons extended hand, ready to see where the night took you. 

** 

Monday morning you walked into your classroom, a smile on your face that you could not shake. Your night with Namjoon had gone perfectly. The two of you had gone for a walk before going to get some ice cream and then sat at a 24 hour Cafe and just talked. You talked about everything, family,  friends, school, life. It was perfect and you were falling hard. 

"Are you okay?" You hear, making you come out of your happy bubble. 

"I'm fine why?" You ask, looking at Shownu with a blank stare. 

"Just checking. Sorry." He mumbles, walking back to his seat as Namjoon glares at him, sitting beside you. 

** 

Over the next few weeks, your high of going out with Namjoon began to quickly dwindle into becoming scared of him. If you didn't call him back within two minutes he got very angry. 

"Hey , sorry I was talking to Sarah." You laugh, the phone against your ear. 

"Yeah sure. Probably fucking someone else like a whore." Namjoon spit. 

"What? No, I was literally talking to Sarah." You whisper. 

"Yeah, you better have been." He snaps before hanging up. 

 If you ignored him, he showed up at your apartment. 

Sunday night you heard a frantic knock at your door. 

Knock 

Knock 

Knock

"Open up Y/N! I know your home!" He yelled through the door. You quickly unlocked the front door, Namjoon pushing his way inside. "Why are you ignoring me!" He yells. "Who's here!? Where is he? I heard shuffling. You're probably hiding him in the bathroom, aren't you?" He yells, storming to the bathroom. 

"Im studying!" You say, pointing to your books scattered across the floor. "This is too much." You sigh. He apologizes after looking in the bathroom, the crazy in his eyes still lingering. 

The two of you weren't even dating yet and he was very controlling and possessive and you didn't want it. 

On Monday you sat at the opposite end of the classroom, away from Namjoon. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin. You turned around and saw Shownu staring at him, making sure he knew he was watching. 

"Why didn't you sit with me?" Namjoon asked, grabbing your hand as you exited the room, pulling you to a corner. 

"Look, I don't want to see you anymore. I'm done. Leave me alone." You say, walking away and feeling relieved. 

With your head down, you continue walking down the hall, accidentally bumping into someone on your way. "I'm so sorry." You say, looking up to see Shownu standing there. 

"No worries5." He smiles at you, making you smile. 

"Look.. I'm sorry I've been butting in with you and Namjoon. The dudes just not right." Shownu expresses. 

"I know. And I'm sorry for not believing you.. I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He's scaring me." You tell him. 

You're not sure why you were telling this to Shownu. Maybe it was the fact that he had been so nice to you, so concerned about you. You weren't sure. 

"I'm glad you're okay." He says. 

"I still don't like you." You mumble, beginning to walk away. 

"Woah, woah, what did I ever do to you?" He asks. 

"Seriously? The beer poured all over me?" You scoff. He laughs. 

"That was an accident." He says. "It wasn't meant for you specifically, you just happened to be under there." He clarifies. 

"Well I don't like the way you treat your conquests." You say, crossing your arms. 

"My conquests?" He asks with a laugh. 

"The girls you sleep with and the dump." You explain.  

"Which girls are those? Because I haven't gotten laid in like 6 months." He laughs. 

"Then why are you always with a different girl? Why are some of them crying after being alone with you?" You ask, crossing your arms. 

"I do have friends that are girls. And when they're crying, it's usually because they're having issues with their own boyfriends." He chuckles. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't just fuck anything with two legs and a vagina." He tells you. "I only sleep with someone if I like them." He finishes, giving you a small wink before walking away. 

Had you really been wrong about him this entire time? Hating hkm for something he wasn't even doing instead of giving him the benefit of the doubt. Honestly you felt a little shitty for the way that you had treated him all the time and assumed how he was acting. 

Walking to your apartment, you don't feel the gaze of Namjoom on you, as he follows you, making sure you're heading there alone. 

As you walk down the street, you can faintly hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You try to peek over your shoulder to see who's there, but you can't see anyone, only your shadow from the dimly lit street lights. Your stomach is in knots as you pick up your pace, just wanting to get home and feel safe. 

You round the corner of your apartment, bolting up the stairs as fast as you can, noticing a figure behind you catching up. Your hands shake as you find the key and slide it into the lock, hoping you can make it before he reaches you. 

You knew it was Namjoon. You knew he was pissed you wanted to end things, and he knew you were scared of him and he decided to use this to his advantage, knowing when you get scared, you get clumsy. 

"Hi baby." He whispers in your ear, covering your mouth with his hand and pushing open the door to your apartment. 

You were so close. 

That evening Sarah had messaged you reminding you she would be out of town for the week with Wonho, visiting family. 

"I remembered. But judging by the look on your face you forgot and hoped she would be home tonight. Sorry baby." Namjoon whispers, stroking your cheek. "So beautiful." 

**

Wednesday. 

[7:29pm] Hey Shownu, it's Sarah. Can you check on Y/N? It's been a few days and she hasn't responded to me. I'm worried. 

[7:31pm] I'm on my way. 

** 

Shownu arrives at your apartment, his hand up ready to bang on the door, when he hears a voice. Pressing his ear to the door, quietly, he immediately recognizes the faint voice of Namjoon. You try to reply but he can only hear mumbles. You couldbt be tied up.. could you? 

Shownu juggles back and forth for a minute, deciding what to do, and ultimately he decides to go for the safest bet. He walks away from your door, pulling out his phone to call his cousin, who just happens to be a cop. 

"Hey Seo-Joon, it's Shownu. Look, I might be overreacting but…" he goes on to explain the situation and how he thinks you're being held against your will. 

"Don't worry, we're on our way. Hang tight." Seo-Joon says, reassuring him. 

A few minutes later, Seo-Joon, along with five other officers walk up the stairs, joining Shownu as he points to which apartment is yours. 

The police count down before they break down the door, three men rushing in to tackle an unsuspecting Namjoon, who swore up and down everything was consensual, while you barely sat in a chair, rope burns around your wrist and ankles and torso, showing that you had been trying to escape, your body limp and bruise. 

Shownu rushes towards you, untying you and holding you until the ambulance comes, riding with you to the hospital and not leaving your side for a minute. 

Sarah and Wonho came home as soon as they could, Sarah feeling so guilty about leaving you, even though no one could have truly predicted this. 

Namjoon had been arrested and was awaiting trial as you healed from the terrible experience. You were assured you would never have to see him again, as he was now also being looked at for the disappearance of his previous girlfriend. 

As time went on, you and Shownu slowly became closer. He visited you at the hospital often, then when you were home, he practically lived in your apartment. 

When you got better and started going out, he was always around you, if not beside you, he was close enough that if you needed him, you could call and he would hear you. 

The second frat party you attended is where he kissed you for the first time. 

You had excused yourself from the dance floor, feeling flushed and a little thirsty, you made your way to the kitchen for a drink. Shiwnu came in behind you asking you if you were okay and if you needed anything. You were leaning against the wall when he walked over to you, his body just barely pressing against yours. 

"W-what are you doing?" You ask, your throat suddenly dry. 

"Can i see something?" He asks. You nod your head yes, and he leans in for a kiss. 

You melted. 

He pulled away, smiled and walked away. 

Oh boy. 

 The next week, neither of you talked about what happened at the last party. However, that weekend you found yourself pinned against a wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he aggressively slid his tongue into your mouth. 

Shownu pulls himself away, letting you slowly slide down his body until you're level on the ground. 

"Fuck." He groans, giving you a smile and a wink before walking back to the party. You were definitely starting to like him. 

You had tried to ask him about it on Tuesday in class, and he told you to "just let it flow." 

You weren't sure what he meant, so you left it alone and went on with your week. 

That next weekend as you walked into the frat house, your body instinctively moved toward Shownu, but you decided you wanted a drink first. You smiled as tiu stared at the wall that just last weekend he had you pressed against. 

"Whatcha smiling at?" Sarah asks, walking behind you to pour herself a beer. 

"Ahh, nothing." You nervously chuckle. You knew she'd be happy for you, but honestly you didn't even know what the two of you were, if anything so why get excited over nothing? 

You and Sarah took a few shots, getting nice and tipsy before heading to the dance floor. You were feeling a little sad you still hadn't seen Shownu. The song changed as the two of you walked over there. You began rolling your hips to the beat, your eyes finally meeting Shownu's. He lickdd his lips as he watched you dance, shaking your hips and ass, keeping eye contact with him. 

When the song finished, you tried to get yourself another drink, but instead of making it to the kitchen, you found yourself being dragged up the stairs by Shownu. 

He pulled you into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

"Can I help…" you began before being cut off by his lips. 

"You are so sexy." He groans, his lips never leaving yours. He pushes himself against you, letting you feel his hard cock through his jeans.  

"I want you." You moan, moving yourself so he will pick you up. 

You wrap your legs around him as he moves you to the bathroom counter, sitting you down, never breaking the kiss, grinding his cock into your already wet clothes pussy. 

Shownu parts your legs as he pulls your ass closer to the edge of the counter, gripping his large hands tightly to your thighs.

He drops to his knees, pulling down your panties licks, with your help. You both were thanking you for wearing a skirt tonight. Shownu places your legs over his shoulders, leaning you back to get better access. Bending down, he llicks a strip up your already sopping cunt,  causing shivers to trickle down your spine.

“Fuck” you groan as he latches his luscious lips to your clit, sucking harshly.

You move your hands to his head, gripping a fist of his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, while you grind your self in his mouth. 

Shownu reaches his hand up, slipping under your shirt, cupping your breast before pinching your nipple, rolling it in between his fingers.

“Just like that” you cry out. "Fuck." You grunt your orgasm building.

Shownu flicks his tongue faster, switching between using his licking and sucking. 

Your grip on him tightens as your orgasm comes closer, a few more long licks and you’re sent over the edge, letting out a string of cries and curses words as your body shudders, harshly grinding yourself against his face. 

Shownu pulls away from you, licking his lips with a smile on his face. 

You push him back, sliding off the counter before dropping to your knees. 

Reaching up you unbutton his pants, yanking them down, along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. 

Your mouth waters as you stare at his large, thick cock, his red tip dripping with pre cum. You wrap your hand around his large shift before taking his tip in your mouth, sucking harshly, lapping up the cum. 

"Damn baby." He groans, throwing his head back. You begin taking in as much of him as you can, moving your hand from in the way. 

You gag on his cock as you deep throat Him, making him hiss in pleasure. 

Taking him from deep in your throat, you twirl your tongue around his tip while pumping him at the same time. 

"Holy fuck." He moans, not wanting you to stop. "If you wanna fuck, you're gonna have to stop." He cries. 

You halt your movements, taking him from your mouth, before standing up and bending over the bathroom counter. 

"Fuck me." You cry, shaking your ass for him. 

You can hear Shownu groan as he watches you stand there, bent over, waiting for his cock. 

"Gladly." He growls, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing himself inside you. 

"Your cunt feels so good." He moans, thrusting in and out of you. Your hands grip the counter tightly, your fingertips turning white. 

"Harder." You cry. Shownu pounds his cock inside of you, the sound of skin snapping fills the bathroom. 

There's a knock at the door that shocks ykh both, but Shownu yells for them to fuck off, his orgasm building. 

You rub your clit, your second orgasm coming on quicker than your first, taking no time to wash through your body, making you cry out. 

"Shit im gonna cum." Shownu grunts, pulling himself out of you before pumping his cock to cum all over your back. "Fuck I'm sorry." He says, making you chuckle. 

"Just loan me one of your shirts." You smile. 

"Now that I can do." He says, grabbing your hand to take you to his room. 

Later that week Shownu asked you to be his girlfriend, which you happily accepted. He had told you, he knew that over time you'd come around to be with him. And he was right. 

** 

It had been a few months and you had never been happier. You and Shownu were still going strong, and Namjoon was being held in prison. Life was actually really good, it felt like nothing could bring the tso of you down. 

"Hello?" Shownu says, answering his phone. His face goes confused, putting his phone on speaker. 

"Y/N." You hear, it's Seo-Joon. 

"Oh, hi." You giggle. 

"Look.. i don't know how to tell you this but Namjoon was released. The judge decided there wasn't enough evidence." He sighs. 

Your body begins to tremble at the thought of Namjoon roaming the streets again. Just as you feel like you're about to cry, there's a knock at your door, and your stomach drops. 

[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, and thanks for sticking with this. It’s quite fun to write for this ship, and I hope you’re all ready for homoerotic exercise and another argument between men who don’t know how to communicate :)

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Three - Proving a Point

Day Two: Tuesday

Gajeel woke in a pissy mood. This wasn't going like it was supposed to.

Freed was meant to be a smug, self important man with no practical skills, no world-hardened experiences, and no way of keeping up with what Gajeel was demanding of him. His three day plan had focused around humbling Freed, telling him that he wasn't hot-shit like he clearly thought, and making him realise that his cushioned life didn't mean he was Gajeel's equal.

What was not meant to happen was for Freed to be competent! He wasn't meant to make a shelter, he wasn't meant to be able to make a fire without a match, and he wasn't meant to be able to cook the damn fish and make them taste good! Even Gajeel couldn't do that.

Worse, the fucker knew. Oh he knew what Gajeel wanted but wasn't getting.

He hadn't been so smug when he'd lost though, had he? He hasn't been running his mouth when he'd been in the stream, gurgling his pathetic little surrender. Nah, he'd looked exactly how Gajeel wanted him; weak, embarrassed and unable to deal with the fact he was out of his league.

Sure, it hadn't taken long for Freed to recover and spout some bullshit about Gajeel being intimidated by his magic, or whatever the hell it was he said. He was trying to save face and Gajeel wouldn't let him; he had lost their fight because he couldn't live without his spells. That was impractical, short sighted and the way a spoiled brat of a man worked. No doubt if he had to rely on his fists more, he would have seen the stream as something to take advantage of and used it, rather than falling into Gajeel's trap.

Hah. At least one thing had gone Gajeel's way.

Mostly.

Kind of.

Look, Gajeel might hate the man and the things he seemed to stand for, but Freed wasn't bad looking. And Gajeel was just a man, who had been stripped to the waist with Freed in the same state of undress, wrestling one another. He was bound to get distracted for a moment. Thankfully, Freed's nasty kick to the balls and the ensuing tantrum after had quickly quelled any growing interest.

Gajeel knew what he had to do today, though. Because if he was going to fight with Freed at the end of the week, he needed to respect the man. He wasn't going to respect Freed if he couldn't take a defeat, and if he couldn't handle himself without his magic. So today, Freed was going to prove he had the ability to back up his words.

Okay, it was a tenuous reason for what he had planned, but fuck it. Fuck Freed too.

It was tempting to wake the prick up by dumping some of the water Gajeel had gathered over his sleeping face - a nice little reminder of how the fight had ended - but he decided against it. He needed to have everything prepared before he woke up, so it would be better to check that everything was in place. That, and Freed apparently snored a little when he was sleeping, and Gajeel certainly didn't want to interrupt the possible blackmail that could come from it.

And perhaps it was nice to have something cut through the silence of the forest.

Gajeel had trained in this forest many times, and as such had come to know how to utilise it's assets. He wandered slowly, blinking away the sleep in his eyes, and eventually found what he was looking for. A large tree that had fallen down years ago, and stumbled down a hill. What remained was a leafless trunk at the bottom of a steep incline, perfect for strength training.

Next, he walked to the largest upstanding tree within reasonable walking distance. Gajeel had often climbed this tree to push his agility and upper body strength, and it was the perfect way to test Freed's practical skills. The tree was still standing tall, the branches Gajeel used to climb still attached. Perfect, no excuses for when Freed fucked up.

When he got to the lake, Gajeel grinned a little. The morning was cold and the water would be freezing, the worst temperature to take a swim in. Normally Gajeel would have hated to swim in weather like this, but it would certainly be a nice wake-up call for the spoiled little Prince.

Yeah, this was gonna be fun. For Gajeel anyway.

——

"I think yesterday proved pretty damp conclusively that you're out of luck if you don't have your magic," Gajeel said with crossed arms, looking down at Freed. "So, today I'm gonna teach you a couple techniques that'll come in handy when you're in a situation where you can't spell yourself out of trouble."

Freed clearly wanted to make a comment, but held his tongue. He was learning, huh.

When Gajeel had returned from his check of the forest, Freed had woken up, set up a new fire and was using the rest of the fish (and a few berries that he had picked) to make them both a breakfast. Gajeel had wanted to reject it out of hand, but it had smelt great and if it was anywhere near as good as his meal the day before, refusing it would be a mistake. It had tasted amazing, so Gajeel had huffed out a thanks and gave a short nod of thanks.

Soon after that, Gajeel had motioned for Freed to follow him. Freed had done so without complaint - Gajeel couldn't prove it, but liked to think it was because the asshole was too embarrassed after his loss - and allowed himself to be led down the stream, towards the lake.

"You've got wings right, when you use yer magic?" Gajeel asked. "So yer probably gonna use 'em to get over every little thing, right?"

"Like you do with your little cat friend, I expect," Freed commented, and Gajeel stiffened slightly. Freed noticed and smirked a little. "My apologies, I interrupted you. Please, go on."

"Don't need yer permission," Gajeel grunted, more to himself than to the man standing before him. "But if yer using yer wings as much as I think you are, you ain't ready to deal with terrain that ain't easy to walk through. So, if this week's about improving then this is gonna help you get over that flaw. We run from here towards the lake, taking us through forested ground which ain't even and ain't safe, and then we swim from one side of the lake to the other."

"So it's a race then?" Freed asked, annoyingly not intimidated by the proposition.

"If you want," Gajeel shrugged. "But I ain't got a prize or anythin'. Definitely not one for participation, like yer probably used to."

Freed rolled his eyes at that, but didn't ride to the bait. Instead, he said, "Perhaps when I win, you'll cook for once."

"You ain't gonna win," Gajeel claimed.

"We'll see," Freed hummed a little, far too smug for his own good.

"Stretch up," Gajeel muttered, even though he wanted to push the man further, maybe even see if he could add an actual forfeit for losing, something to really make the fucker squirm. But, well, Gajeel didn't know for sure he would win, so couldn't risk things just in case.

Just as Gajeel went to start stretching his calves, he heard the sound of ruffling fabric and frowned. He ignored it for a moment as he felt the gentle burn of his muscles working, but caught sight of Freed's white - now dirt stained and crumpled - shirt now hanging over the branch of a nearby tree. With slightly furrowed brows, he turned towards Freed to demand an explanation, only to see him kicking off his pants and placing them right next to his shirt, leaving him only in his boxer-briefs. His tight and eye-catching boxer-briefs.

Before the thoughts could even form about how Freed was wearing his underwear to perfection, Gajeel forced his memory back to the night before. About how he'd acted and how he had tried to make Gajeel feel like crap just to feed his own ego.

Freed had lost a wrestling match, and had thrown a fit about it. Gajeel couldn't respect a man like that, and he couldn't find a guy hot if he didn't respect him.

"The hell are you doing?" Gajeel demanded.

"If we're going to swim, then I'd rather not get my only set of clothes wet when it could be avoided," Freed explained, and Gajeel was momentarily thankful that he didn't look ready to remove his boxers. He couldn't think like that, so spoke again.

"Cause you can't stand a bit of discomfort, right?" Gajeel grumbled.

"No, I just don't see the point of making things worse for myself to prove a point," Freed looked pointedly towards Gajeel when he said that. "The water is clearly going to be cold and the weather doesn't look like it'll improve, meaning it'll be a struggle to dry ourselves already. The fire can only do so much, and we'll either have to lounge around in wet clothes out of stubbornness, or remove them and wait for them to dry while we ourselves get dry. That extends the time we'll be cold, making us both uncomfortable and wasting time before whatever inane task you've got next. That, coupled with the fact that this is flu season, seems like good enough justification for avoiding a stupid problem."

Gajeel could hardly argue the point, so instead he mumbled, "We ain't gonna be lounging around."

"What an astute and well thought out argument," Freed deadpanned, and Gajeel wanted to punch him again. He didn't, instead averting his eyes as Freed started to stretch his arms. "Nobody is forcing you to do the same if you're shy, Mister Redbox. To me it just feels like the reasonable course of actions."

Rather than speaking, Gajeel turned his back. He also removed his shirt and boots; but he wasn't getting half naked like the pervert next to him.

Calling him a pervert was maybe a stretch.

He pushed back that thought, as well as the thoughts of how damn good Freed's ass looked in those boxers - Gajeel was only a man, and he couldn't deny what he saw - and instead got himself into line with Freed. The race is what he should have been focusing on, not the fact that Freed didn't look half bad when he was taken away from his pampered and luxurious sheen. Tangled hair and the odd spec of dirt really did wonders for the pretty-boy.

The race. Focus on the race. And the fact the guy couldn't deal with a loss.

"Ready?" Gajeel asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Go."

He lurched forward before he could think, sprinting through the undergrowth of the the forest as he ran towards the lake. Years of guild work in places like this had allowed for the perfection of running through the forest; you kept alternating your gaze between the ground and on the trees.

Usually he would have turned his skin to iron so he wouldn't have to focus on the branches in his way, but he was trying to prove a point. He winced a little as a sharp end to a twig scraped against his cheek, far too close to his eye, but didn't let it stop his pace. He could hear Freed's breathing very close behind him, so evidently Freed knew how to run through a forest as well as Gajeel did, so he couldn't let up for a moment.

When they were out of the forest, there was a short run towards the lake with more space than there had been in the forest. Gajeel forced himself to run as fast as he could, not wanting to let Freed overtake him now he had the width to do so. And not having a view of the man's body might-

The race. The way he'd acted the night before. Focus dammit!

If telling himself wasn't enough to cut off his libido, the face first plunge into freezing, dirty water certainly did. He let out a shuddering gasp when his head broke the surface, but couldn't allow the ice-cold water to stop him. He quickly started to swim, smirking a little when he realised he still had the lead.

The smirk died when Freed overtook him pretty damn quickly.

Gajeel saw nothing but ripples of water ahead of him, and gritted his teeth as he tried to speed up. He was a man built to brute force his way through a problem, while Freed was apparently more agile. He should have expected that, but he had wanted to leave Freed in the dust during the run so it wouldn't be an issue.

All he could do now was swim to the other shore of the lake, pissed off.

When he reached the end of the lake, he saw Freed resting on one of the large boulders that made up the shoreline. He was panting, soaking wet and still wearing those fuckimg boxers. When he saw Gajeel haul himself up from the water, he looked towards him and smirked.

"That didn't end up how you wanted, did it?"

"Shut up," Gajeel snarled. "Get yer clothes, we've got a busy day."

When Freed laughed, Gajeel nearly pushed him into the lake again.

——

"So, you think ya can beat that?"

Gajeel had more than got his confidence back now, and he was smirking at Freed with his arms flexed intentionally.

Both he and Freed were stood at the bottom of a steep hill, where the dead tree-truck sat. Gajeel had explained this challenge; they would both have to push the tree-truck up the hill as far as they could. The justification for this exercise was that Freed might one day find himself in a situation where he was trapped without his magic and needed to force his way out with his strength alone, and the exercise was meant to simulate that. Freed clearly saw that Gajeel just wanted to push his limits, but he didn't say anything.

This was the last task of the day. They'd already attempted the tree climbing that Gajeel had planned, and Freed had been obnoxiously good at it. Gajeel had been faster, but they both knew that he had a natural advantage because he'd had practice. Gajeel could hardly boast about being slightly better then Freed at something he had done many times and Freed was new to.

Gajeel had just finished his attempt at pushing the trunk, and was fucking delighted when he saw he'd beaten his own personal record. This was how he would regain his control over things.

Freed didn't stand a chance.

"I'm sure I'll be a worthy contender," Freed stated, walking towards the tree-trunk. "Which is a feat, I expect, given that you've clearly been setting me up for failure from the beginning."

"Maybe if you weren't so predictable then I wouldn't have been able to plan things out so well," Gajeel grunted.

"So you predicted that, in everything other than tasks that relied solely on physical strength, I have exceeded your expectations and beaten you in completion, I suppose?" Freed taunted quietly as he positioned himself against the tree-trunk. "I expect you did all of this simply to prove your inferiority."

"Inferiority?" Gajeel scoffed. "You ain't done anything but bitch about this because it's not going yer way."

"Not going my way?" Freed laughed, turning from the log and looking at Gajeel again. "You are joking, aren't you?"

"All you've done is make yer little comments about how you don't think it's fair," Gajeel challenged, taking a step forward and glaring the other man down. "And when ya lose, you throw a tantrum."

"I throw tantrums," Freed demanded, sounding equal parts exasperated and annoyed. "As opposed to you, who has been acting perfectly rational throughout this? It hasn't escaped my attention that you clearly see Makarov's initiative as some sort of personal affront to you, and you have apparently seen it fair to force all of these grievances onto me. So for you, a man who has been as close to stomping his feet and wailing as his pride allows, to complain about me throwing a tantrum is practically laughable."

"You think that's what I'm doing?" Gajeel took another step forward. "I'm doing this because yer clearly a spoiled little city-boy and I ain't associating myself with something who can't-"

"Can't what?" Freed snapped. "Can't make a shelter? Can't start a fire? Can't swim across a lake faster than you? Because I've done all of this despite your clear hopes otherwise. Or would you rather judge my worth as a mage by seeing me push a dead tree up a hillside, or to wrestle you without the weapon I use nor the magic I wield? Because, Mr Redfox, if you need to force such strict parameters to best me and you consistently lose, then perhaps your plan isn't a good one."

Fuck, he wanted to punch the guy. Fully encase his fists in iron and beat the shit out of the guy. It would be damn satisfying to see the guy knocked out, while the smugness straight out of him.

"Nothing to say?" Freed continued, a patronising look on his face.

"Fuck off," Gajeel growler, turning around and going to walk away. Before he could take a step, a wall of glowing runes shot up in front of him, blocking his exit. He turned to Freed with an expression of fury. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You," Freed snapped, and magic seemed to emanate from him.

He looked feral in that moment, with all the shields of fancy clothes and smart ass words replaced by anger and magic. His shirt was billowing in the magic induced winds, and the glare on his face was accentuated by the purple swirling in his eye. Fuck, he looked like a man on the edge and it shot straight to Gajeel's dick. Freed was a gentleman gone wild, and if that wasn't one of Gajeel's most well-buried fantasies then he didn't know what was.

The expression was gone as quickly as it came, and the magic swarming Freed's eye fell away. For a moment, Freed looked worried, but he was talking again before Gajeel could understand why he looked like that.

"Neither of us are happy about this, but at the end of the week we have to fight side by side, and the biggest issue we have right now is that we can't stand one another," Freed seemed more calm now, as if the bubble of anger had burst. What the hell had caused that? "So, either you plan something that might make us work together, or at least respect one another, or we both stop trying and say to hell with the consequences."

Gajeel didn't say anything. It felt like the rug had been pulled from under him.

Suddenly, a wave of shitty realisation hit him. Freed had a point when he said he was taking his anger out on him, when he really just didn't want to do the damn training thing at all. He wasn't being fair.

"I think that's enough," Freed sighed. "I'll gather my things and go home. You needn't contact me again."

Freed was walking away before Gajeel could react, and the walls of runes fell around them both. A horrid feeling of regret filled Gajeel, and he quickly jogged to catch up with Freed, who was clearly ignoring him. He kinda deserved it.

"Shit, Freed, wait," He placed a hand on the man's chest, and Freed glared at him. "Yer right, I ain't been fair," It wasn't a fun thing to admit. "I had some ideas about who you were, and didn't wanna let ya prove me wrong, even when you were kicking my ass," He sighed. "And yer right about me wanting to fuck you over, that's why I did this shit, and it wasn't right. That was shitty of me."

"Well, I can hardly blame you for judging me. We were both guilty of that," Freed admitted. "And thank you for admitting that. But I don't see how we could suddenly become a cohesive, effective team, we're hardly compatible."

Gajeel sighed, Freed had a point.

But if a Fairy Tail mage was good at anything, they were good at being stubborn.

"What if we have a fight?" Gajeel proposed, and Freed frowned at him. "Talking like this ain't gonna get rid of the attitude we have for each other, right? You're still pissed at me, and you said some things that made me wanna sock a punch in yer jaw. Maybe having the chance to beat the shit outta each other might break through the attitude problems we have."

"That's not too bad an idea," Freed admitted, glancing at the evening sky for a moment. "It would be cathartic to make you scream."

"Buy me dinner first, city-boy," Gajeel teased before he could think. Freed all but gaped at him, and Gajeel was speaking to fill the silence before he could stop himself. "Y'know, I ain't ever seen you fight before. Don't know how you work."

"Then I have the advantage," Freed grinned slightly. "And you're voluntarily giving it to me. Perhaps you really are repentant."

"Nah, just wanna kick yer ass without you having an excuse."

"We'll see," Freed smirked, and Gajeel found himself grinning back.

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

》Another chance 《

Author's note: I've recently started rewatching Winx club for some reason (mainly because I'm bored out of my mind) and season 3 has always been my favourite, but I've just recently rediscovered it and the chemistry between main protagonist and antagonist in the series aka Bloom and Valtor (some people call him Baltor but I've always called him Valtor and I'll continue to do so). So in honor of those two and the fact that there AREN'T ENOUGH works about them, I present you my take on that.

Pairing: Bloom x Valtor/Baltor aka Sparxshipping (Winx Club)

Warnings: some crude language.

Summary: Bloom didn't destroy Valtor at the end of season 3, instead she offered him a deal. Help and work with her and her friends or spend an eternity frozen in Omega dimension (if she doesn't kill him first).

(The art is not mine, I've found it on google images)

"It was bold of you to come here for sure, but what did you think you were going to archive?"

She bravely locked eyes with him and leveled him with the fiercest glare he had ever seen on her. "I'm here to offer you a deal."

"A deal?" His tone was mocking. "What kind of deal?"

She stood tall and confident. "I want you to make a choice!"

"Between what?" His eyes narrowed.

"Helping me and staying alive and relatively free, or spending another eternity in Omega." Her gaze didn't flutter, she was dead serious.

His eyes widened comically and the only thing that came out of his mouth was, "Why?"

She shrugged. "I don't want to kill you."

Valtor always saw himself as a free man, despite the fact he was never free. The three witches were those that created him and they owned him. Weapon first, person second. And that had never been more apparent than that time when they turned him into a demon against his will. Fucking curse. And there was Bloom. Her and her pathetic friends somehow managed to free all the spells he had stolen over the course of few months. And he also hated to admit, Trix's betrayal hurt more than he had anticipated. And he was ready to face Bloom and destroy her on Andros, but somehow, fairy of the dragon flame, much like his own, convinced him to strike a deal.

Now Valtor would have liked to say he told her to go fuck herself and go out with a bang, but there was this slight problem. He's a coward, simple as that. He didn't want to die. He spent 17 years frozen in that ice block in Omega dimension, but he preferred that over being dead. She showed sympathy and he hated her for that. How come a daughter of his sworn enemies, people that were responsible for the said sentence in Omega, was able to somehow melt his frozen heart? She was everything he was not, but the difference that stung the most was that she was brave. Braver than Valtor has been and ever will be. She somehow managed to forgive him, despite the fact he was the reason her planet, her parents, her sister, her people were no more. He hated her for that.

But as she stood before him in her skimpy Enchantix outfit he found himself... moved by her care. She was smart, there was no denying that fact, and, he grumpily noted, she was beautiful. Long red hair, piercing blue eyes, long, slim legs... she was a vision. And that was the point Valtor really wanted to slap himself, but unfortunately he didn't think it would help his case if he suddenly appeared mentally unstable on top of everything else. So he bit his tongue and locked those thoughts in a remote part of his brain.

"And what would this 'help' consist of? Who exactly would I be helping?" His tone was suspicious and his eyes narrowed once again, giving him that fierce look he was known for.

The fairy of the dragon smirked, something he has never seen her do. It looked surprisingly evil on her. "I want to resurrect Domino." She said it with such a straight face, Valtor almost bursted out laughing. That was, however, until he caught the look in her eyes. My god, she was serious. She was fucking serious.

"You, ehem..." he cleared his throat, "you're serious." The surprise was obviously quite evident on his face and her smirk turned into a full blown grin, her pearly white, straight teeth on full display. "And you want MY help with that? The guy who was responsible for everything that happened?"

She lifted one perfectly shaped eyebrow and said, "I thought that would be a perfect way to redeem yourself."

He gawked at her. "You do realize that the witches still have me under their control, right?" Surely she couldn't be serious. If witches decided to mess with him again, he could go nuts and kill them all. And to be honest, he never wanted to kill any of them. He just wanted them out of his way.

"I have a solution for that as well." She looked so smug and Valtor wanted nothing else but to wipe that stupidly attractive look form her perfect face. He shook out of his trance when she spoke again. "Fairy dust." Two simple words, and yet they meant the world to Valtor. He could finally be free.

"Isn't you Enchantix incomplete? Isn't that way you were unable to shrink yourself in the Golden kingdom? " he saw her flinch. Probably because it was his fault her Enchantix powers weren't complete. "And who's fault is that?" Apparently she felt the need to remind him that herself.

He averted his gaze but he could still see her smirking in his peripheral vision, an obvious sign she wasn't angry. "I'm here aren't I? I'm the only one that is as strong as you, maybe even stronger. So I say we give it a shot." He leveled her with glare that could have made stone cry but it only seemed to amuse her even more. He watched her trying and falling to suppress her giggles and with a shake of his head, he said, "Careful princess, your ego is showing." She giggled even more. He sighed. "So basically, correct me if I'm wrong, you want me to be your guinea pig? Right?"

She smiled sympathetically. "Kind of..." He raised and eyebrow and her shoulders dropped. "Ok, yes. I kinda want you to be a guinea pig." He shook his head but smirked non the less. "Ok fine. Do what you think you have to." Her eyes widened and she grinned confidently. "Didn't expect me to say yes?" She shrugged. "To be honest, no, I wasn't expecting a yes."

"Here we go then." He turned his gaze back on her to see her doing a familiar formation with her fairy dust pendant and his eyes widened slightly in fear when she flew above him to sprinkle the dust onto him. He suddenly felt like he was burning inside out but at the same time he felt lighter than he ever felt in his life. The burn wasn't unpleasant at the beginning but as seconds passed, it was getting more and more uncomfortable. He almost got to the point where he wanted to scream, but at that moment the burning stopped and all his vision went black.

He woke up to the sound of different voices, some of which were concerned and the others were slightly accusatory and disbelieving. He opened his eyes and he slightly panicked when he only saw black, but quickly regained his bearings when he realized he was lying on the ground face first. He groaned and rolled over and the voices got quiet. He could hear a faint sizzling of warm, light magic, meaning it was probably coming from Stella, fairy of the sun and moon. "Bloom..." he managed through his raspy throat that felt like it had been washed with sand. He propped himself on his elbows and turned his gaze to the redheaded fairy. She was surrounded by her friends and the specialists and the message they were sending was clear, if wanted Bloom he'd have to go through them all. Too bad Valtor had no ill intentions anymore towards them, especially Bloom. He smirked and locked eyes with her. "...let's not do that again."

To be continued...

[6ftslytherin]

Queer OC Questionnaire

Name: Sabine V. E. Lowell

1. What is your oc's identity?

Androgynous lesbian woman

2. When did they realize their identity?

In a way she's always known.

3. How did they feel when they found out?

(Trigger warnings: internalized homophobia and a suicide attempt)

Sabine had always felt like there was something different about her than the other girls. She never really understood how they could dream about getting married to a handsome gentleman. When she finally heard about other girls liking girls it was in a negative connotation. She hadn't thought that what she felt was bad but this was a respected adult saying it.

Her family being the famous Lowells taught her that one of the most important things that she could do was continue the bloodline by marrying a man and having children. When she asked about having children with a woman her grandfather Virgil laughed and told her it was ridiculous. She never brought the question up again.

Over the years the shame would build. It wasn't just her sexuality that made her feel bad. Her weird behavior caused her family to be ridiculed. She had indirectly killed her brother John. She was the cause of the argument that made Jacob leave. She wasn't feminine. Her parents deserved better. Being herself dishonored the Lowell name. She wasn't even sure if her parents actually loved her anymore.

She tried to be the best daughter she could be but she always felt bad about who she was. She couldn't even tell anyone because she didn't feel like her problems mattered compared to other's. Eventually all the shame and guilt built up which is when she decided to end things. She couldn't deal with the pain anymore.

She was fourteen when she stole a bottle of sleeping pills from a muggle pharmacy with the intent to take the entire thing. She decided on a date when the fewest people would be home and made peace with the people in her life. When the day came she wrote a note explaining everything and downed the bottle with a glass of wine. She became light headed and passed out a bit later.

She woke up in a bed at St. Mungo's. She didn't have the strength to argue when she was offered a spot in the pediatric section of Waterhouse Psychiatric Hospital and agreed.

4. How long did it take for them to accept themselves?

It wasn't until she was being treated in the psychiatric hospital that she began to let go of the guilt. Her parents hired a private psychiatrist to help them. The psychiatrist, Dean Garth, would help her and her family come to terms with their feelings.

She still sometimes has moments where she feels less than because of who she is. She now has technics and a stronger support system for those moments.

5. Are they open about their identity? Did they come out subtlety or dramatically?

She came out in her suicide note. She wasn't expecting to live so she didn't feel like it would be a big deal. When she woke up the day after she remembered the note and felt instant regret. When she had her first session with Dean she found out that her parents had read the note and given it to him. She felt deeply embarrassed about it.

After a few sessions with Dean he asked if she would be willing to have a session with her parents. She agreed. Sabine was surprised by how much her family really cared about her. They wanted to help her with her problems and felt like the worst parents in the world that Sabine thought the only way to stop the pain was to die. For the first time in years she cried in front of them. She no longer doubted she was loved.

She would slowly come out to her friends and extended family over the coming months.

She decided to be openly gay starting on September 1 1988.

6. What were the inital reactions of their friends and family?

Overall very positive. They were more concerned with Sabine's mental health at the time.

7. Did anyone know before they came out?

Her mother had an inkling by the time Sabine was 11. She thought she had a crush on Rowan. Her grandmother Colette knew by the time Sabine was 5. When asked to elaborate Colette responded with, "I just knew." Looking back on it, her grandmother had always been pro-LGBT. It turns out that Colette's uncle had been a closeted gay man that lived a double life until his death.

After she got out of the hospital she was hanging out with Rowan and told her. Turns out Rowan already knew. Not only that, but Rowan also liked girls and identified as a demigirl.

When she told Jacob his response was, "Yeah, no shit."

8. Was it a complete shock to some people?

Martinius Lowell, head of The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, a job that requires the ability to see minute details, had no idea.

Her oldest brother Sef came back from Switzerland to spend time with her. Turns out he wasn't aware either. He was embarrassed about never noticing.

One day when Marie was visiting Sabine in the hospital she told her cousin she liked girls. Marie responded by saying she also liked girls. That was when the girls realized they were both the gay cousin.

9. What has their love life been like?

There was a girl that went to the same ice rink as her when she was eight that made her feel strange. She loved watching her skate and talking to her. She wanted to say something to her. Then she remembered how her fellings were wrong. So she didn't say anything to her. She started avoiding her. Eventually her crush for the girl died off. They went to the beach when she was twelve and she saw an older girl she was unable to stop looking at.

Sabine joined the Slytherin quidditch team in her second year. There she met Skye Parkins. After months of training and playing together Sabine considered her a friend. Sometimes Penny Haywood would talk to Skye and make Sabine feel weird. For some reason she only wanted Skye to talk to her. After awhile she realized she was attracted to Skye. She felt awful for liking a girl again. She started to hang out with Skye less.

In the Summer of 1987 when Sabine was fourteen she met Yvonne Silverpot, a fifteen year old girl. She was doing some modeling work for Sabine's mother at the time and needed a place to stay. Yvonne took an interest in Sabine. She often asked Sabine to spend her free time with her, which she obliged.

Whenever Sabine or Yvonne were free they would be with each other, quickly becoming friends. One day Yvonne asked Sabine if she had ever kissed anyone before. She answered truthfully that no, she hadn't. Yvonne offered to be her first. This surprised Sabine. She tried to explain that girls aren't supposed to kiss other girls.

Yvonne closed her eyes and said, "I'm going to keep my eyes closed for five minutes. Kiss me if you want. I'd like it and I think you would too." Sabine fought against her instincts before she gave in and kissed her. Yvonne left a few days after that. Sabine knew she would probably never see her again.

It was late September when Sabine accidentally outed herself to Merula. She had felt so comfortable in the conversation they were having it had slipped out. It had clearly freaked Merula out. She didn't say anything. She just got up and left. Sabine sat there, marinating in her panic induced nausea. She closed her eyes and started to use deep breathing techniques.

Sabine could tell Merula was avoiding her. She wouldn't even look at her when they had potions class, even though they sat next to each other. In between classes Sabine asked Merula if they could talk in private. Merula agreed. Sabine asked her if she had told anyone, she hadn't. Sabine was relieved. She explained how she didn't want her to tell anyone. Merula agreed but stated it still made her uncomfortable. Sabine didn't like it but was glad she was being agreeable.

Weirdly Sabine and Merula started to get closer. Merula didn't seem capable of the venom she used to spew at Sabine. They even had a private sleepover to celebrate Merula's birthday, Sabine's roomates being gone due to Christmas. Merula had gotten comfortable enough to share a bed with her. Sabine had got to sleep happy that they had finally buried the hatchet.

That morning she woke up to an asleep Merula holding onto her. Sabine almost had a heart attack. That was when she had a thought; hold her back. She almost did. That was when she realized she once again had a crush. She would have to distance herself to keep her from getting hurt. She wasn't able to fall back asleep. When Merula woke up she apologized for holding her. Sabine said she didn't mind, even though she did. The day after she began to distance herself from Merula.

The problem with this being in the same house, having the same classes, and sitting at the same table. Merula often asked if Sabine wanted to hang out or study together. Everytime she would decline Sabine could see the hurt in Merula's eyes, even if she acted like it didn't bother her.

Then one day in spring Merula had enough. She challenged Sabine to a private duel at night. Sabine arrived at the location expecting an angry Merula ready to fight her. Instead Merula was quietly waiting for her. It was almost eerie. Sabine asked what was happening. Merula simply said, "Do you hate me?" Sabine would have been surprised by the boldness if it had been anyone else, she said no.

Merula then demanded to know why she was avoiding her. Sabine couldn't think of anything to say. How could she explain that she had developed feeling for her? Then something shocking happened, Merula hugged her. She said she wanted to be around her again. That it hurt not to be. Merula buried her face in Sabine's chest. She said, "I need you to stay in my life because your the only person that treats me like I'm worth a damn. I think I like you. And that terrifies me."

Sabine was in a daze. She liked her? Sabine was scared. She slowly moved her hand onto Merula's head. Sabine breathed in deep. She said everything she had been holding in her heart. She told her how special she felt Merula was. That was when a thought came to her. Sabine swallowed hard and said, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Merula looked at Sabine. She said yes. The two of them started to cry out of happiness. It was almost bitter when they had to part. They agreed to meet up in Hogsmeade the week after, Sabine would come up with a date plan. They went back to the Slytherin common room while holding hands.

A month later Sabine asked if she could refer to Merula as her girlfriend. She agreed.

Strangely, Sabine's never been romantically attracted to Rowan. That was when Sabine realized she had a type. Tomboys.

How do they feel about their identity now?

Sabine is significantly happier since she was able to get the help she needed. She accepts the fact that she isn't going to magically wake up one day as a feminine heterosexual and she's glad she won't. Her family likes her girlfriend and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Blank questionnaire here:

[badboysdoitbetter]

— the bet | sc | part two

pairing: raian kure x reader

fandom: kengan ashura

genre: fluff, angst; asshole!raian, friends to enemies to lovers!AU

tags/warnings: violence, mild sexuality, swearing, mutual pining, (seemingly) unrequited love

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: you and raian both like each other, but neither of you know how to show it. that is, until raian comes up with a bet to get you to go out with him: he just has to beat you in combat. too bad you’re stronger than he thought...The first thing you heard when you woke up was the constant beeping of the EKG machine. From all your time as a fighter, you immediately recognized the medicinal air and took notice of the blue-blanketed bed you were in.

read before: part one

Although disoriented, you knew that you were in a hospital and that Fusui was sleeping in the uncomfortable pleather chair right beside you.

Raian put me in here—Where is he, anyway?

Saddened, you laughed at yourself for even thinking he'd be sorry.

Why would the person who voluntarily beat me to a pulp be here to apologize? It's not like the entire thing was his fault...oh wait, it was!

Shifting, you went to pull the pulse oximeter off of your finger, causing the EKG to let out a constant buzz in the process.

Fusui woke up at the sound, and immediately tried to keep you in place.

"You're hurt, (Y/N)! Raian almost killed you!" Her eyes were bloodshot, and you couldn't tell if it was from crying or the fact that she'd been sleeping just moments before. "I'm so sorry for putting you up to the fight. I just knew you liked him and I—"

You clenched your fists.

"No, Fusui, it's Raian's fault for not listening to me. I told him a million times that I was done." Tears pooled in your eyes but you tried to hold them back, "But he just wouldn't listen to me." A tear slipped down your cheek involuntarily, and you made no move to wipe it away. Your voice was soft, and Fusui could tell that you'd been more hurt than you were letting on. "Why wouldn't he just listen?"

"I—I don't know what to say besides that I'm sorry." She took your hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze in an attempt to comfort you. "I am sorry, (Y/N), and I'm sure Raian is too...He just doesn't know how to express it."

With that, Fusui pulled her hand away from yours, and you noticed that she'd replaced it with a note. "He told me to give you this if you woke up before he came to see you, so please just read it, okay?"

You closed your eyes, unable to hold to tears back any longer. As you ripped the note and threw it in the wastebasket by your bed, the only thing that marked Fusui's leave was a slam of the hospital room's door.

"Can I leave yet, Doc?"

"Well, (Y/N), it looks like you have two broken ribs, a minor concussion and a hairline fracture in your ankle, so you'll have to wear this boot for a few weeks, and remember not to anything too physically or mentally strenuous, but you'll be fine."

"Is that a yes?" The doctor sighed, knowing you probably wouldn't take any of his advice.

"Yup, you're good to go."

Smiling slightly, you kicked your shoes on and put on your regular clothes, completely disregarding the doctor's order to wear a boot on your fractured ankle.

Walking through town to get to your apartment, you checked your reflection in your phone in case you saw someone you knew, and you noticed the tear-stains had almost completely faded.

That was until you saw Raian chatting it up with some bitch across the street to your house.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You ran up the stairs, unlocking your front door and slamming it behind you, angered and heartbroken at the sight you'd just seen.

You didn't hear Raian call the girl "Imouto" or notice that she had the same black scleras that he possessed.

You just ran.

The moment you locked the door of your apartment, you almost let out a cry of frustration.

My day just keeps on getting better and better, doesn't it?

In front of you stood yet another member of the Kure Clan, albeit the one you hated the least right now.

"What do you want, Henzo?"

His black eyes met your own.

"Raian knows your mad at him, but he wanted me to tell you that you should meet him at the field where you fought, at the time he wrote on the note."

"Get out." He stood up and brushed past you to get to the door.

"He's sorry."

"So I've heard."

God, he was so attractive when he was sweaty, though.

You'd calmed down completely later that day, and as the sun set and the moon took its place, you covered yourself in a blanket mountain and fell asleep, upset but finally accepting the fact that Raian wouldn't be apologizing for what he did.

At least that's what you thought until you heard your door open at precisely 3:37 am.

"(Y/N)! What the hell!" His voice rang through your small apartment. "I waited for eight goddamn hours at the field with flowers and candles to give you a proper date!"

He was in your bedroom now, but as disoriented as you were, you knew that coming into your apartment in the middle of the night was not okay. Throwing your covers off of your form, you stood up, not caring about your exposed legs or barely-covered panties.

"You beat me until I was bloody, didn't visit my hospital room, didn't apologize to me, sent your cousin to talk to me, and the worst part is that you started FLIRTING WITH ANOTHER GIRL RIGHT AFTER! AND NOW YOU BREAK INTO MY APARTMENT, SHOUTING AT ME BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU?"

You slowly walked closer to him, getting in his face. Your voice was cracking as you looked away from Raian, but he was only focused on your beautiful frame in that overly tight t-shirt.

"Wait, what? I don't know who you're talking about—" You two were so close together Raian could feel your breath fanning his neck.

"Don't lie, Raian. I saw you with her." He racked his memory, thinking of what you could mean. Does she seriously think there's a girl hotter than her?

Wait, Karla? "That was my cousin, (Y/N)!"

"Sure it was. You know what, fuck you, Raian."

He leaned towards you, lips centimeters away from your own.

"Please do." The sexual tension in the room was almost suffocating, and it took almost every fiber of your being protesting against your actions to keep you from jumping his bones right then and their. Laughing, you turned away from Raian, getting ready to move back towards the bed... alone. Raian, however, had other plans.

Gripping you by the waist, he pushed himself as close to you as he could, and in an instant, his lips were attacking your own, locking the two of you in a battle for dominance.

Pulling you over to the bed, Raian looked you in the eyes to make sure you were okay with how far things were about to go, and, with a lust-filled gaze, the only thing you could do was smile back at him.

Turning off the lamp on your bedside table, Raian gently laid you down onto the mattress before climbing on top of you, and, before long, an intimate dance between the sheets had begun.

Waking up the next morning, you saw an arm draped across your torso and felt a hard body beneath you. Looking towards Raian's deceitfully peaceful face, you hoped it would stay this peaceful forever.

Eyes fluttering, he grabbed you tighter, looking into your eyes. "You know, without makeup, you kinda look like Great-Grandpa Erioh."

Laughing, you didn't think much of his bluntness. This was the guy you were in love with after all.

Out of all the guys on the planet, I'm glad I chose this one.

[catherine-parr-1512]

Dramatic Twist Chapter 2

For the whole of Saturday, Cathy was anxious. She couldn't wait to go to Anne's house and practice the scene together but at the same time, the possibility of the two of them kissing at the end made her scared. As far as Cathy knew, Anne was straight, always having a boyfriend with her - the whole school knew. And yet, a very optimistic part of her wanted Anne all for herself.

All those thoughts led her to Anne's house at 5.50 - 10 minutes before she was supposed to be there but she was too excited to stay in her house for 5 more minutes. She told her mother in the morning that she would be going to her friend's house (even if they weren't really friends) and her mother didn't even ask for their name, assuming that it was either Catalina or Jane as Cathy wasn't really friends with someone else.

Cathy knocked on the door and waited impatiently, nervously clutching her bag closer to her and stomping her left foot in place, hoping to relieve some tension and nerves. After what must have been 20 seconds but for Cathy felt like hours, the door opened revealing Anne Boleyn. Smiling Anne Boleyn. Smiling Anne Boleyn who looked hot, as always. Her red lipstick on point even though she was not going anywhere, her black hair was laid in gentle waves on her shoulders, white and green t-shirt hugging her closely and black leggings which showed the shape of her legs quite well if you ask Cathy.

 Thankfully, Boleyn ushered her into the house and Cathy was grateful for it because she was unable to speak at the moment. They sat in the living room and immediately started rehearsing the scene. They quickly went through the stuff they did yesterday and slowly approached the part where two of them would kiss. Cathy became more nervous than before so she was startled by Anne when she banged her head loudly on the table.

"UGH! Why do we have to have such a creep for a teacher? Really? Watching two barely legal teenagers kiss in the class." Anne moaned loudly

"I know. It's not like you would…" Stopped Cathy not wanting to presume anything even though she suspected the answer.

"You think I wouldn't like kissing a girl? There is no problem with that." Started Anne and then blushed. She blushed and Cathy was shocked. Anne Boleyn never blushed nor was nervous. "I'm… I'm bisexual so I have no problem with it. I'm fine whether it's a nice boy or a cute girl. It's not like I have much experience with girls… Not even one." Cathy was shocked. It turns out that Anne is not as straight as she thought and Cathy had a chance with her.

"You know, even though I'm lesbian, I have only been with one girl, last summer to be exact. So I'm not really an expert either haha." Cathy chuckled softly at the end, trying to make the situation calmer. Her words got the desired effect as Anne's face returned slowly to her normal shade and she smiled at Cathy. A beautiful smile that made Cathy's heart flutter a little.

“I guess we’re both noobs then.” Joked Anne and Cathy just had to laugh at it. Soon, Anne joined her and they both ended up on the floor, crying and laughing at nothing really for a few minutes straight.

When they stopped, Cathay looked towards Anne, catching her gaze. Anne’s green eyes were shining and they looked very different from what Cathy was used to. Usually, Anne’s eyes were dullish green, shining from time to time and yet, lacking something in them. If she would look more into them, she could get lost in them and she knew there would be no coming back from that, she was slowly falling for Anne Boleyn, her attraction towards the green-eyed girl growing stronger in just 2 evenings they have spent together. People say that love comes from the eyes and even though she might not love Anne yet, she knew why she would love her, her eyes showing the things that sometimes you might miss. Things nobody notices, the emotions that are always changing and those emerald green eyes, the most beautiful thing Cathy has ever seen, belonging to the most beautiful person in the world. Anne smiled softly, locking eyes with Cathy. She then got up and extended her hand towards the brown-eyed girl, helping her to get up. When Cathy touched her hand, she felt as if electricity ran through her and she immediately became addicted, not wanting to let go off Anne’s warm hand.

“I think we have to work on the scene.” Whispered softly Anne, looking at Cathy and waiting for her answer.

“Yes, we should.” She replied simply.

The two started from the beginning, the scene moving as smoothly as possible, their chemistry giving them a great advantage. Finally, the time for the kiss has come. Cathy felt her hands starting to sweat a little, her heart beating faster and faster as they approached the long-awaited moment. When it was time, she looked towards Anne, locking eyes with her yet again. Cathy noticed that Anne’s eye pupils were bigger than before and she hoped it was because of some sort of desire. Neither said anything for a minute, enjoying looking at each other as if they were the only two people on the planet.

“May I kiss you, Cathy?” Whispered Anne breaking the silence between the two. Cathy, instead of replying with words, replied with actions.

The curly-haired girl moved forward and immediately locked her mouth with Anne. She tasted divine from the first second. They started kissing, neither backing down and it was clear from the start that it was no longer a kiss from their scene. Their kiss was full of passion, their mouths being two pieces of the puzzle that just clicked so right. Cathy moved her hands across Anne’s body, not stopping at a single place for long. Her hands moved from the neck, back, Anne’s hair, her lower back and then repeating the motion again. Anne was doing the same with her. Cathy felt as she was growing warmer and warmer with each second spent but she didn’t care, becoming simply addicted to the kiss. They pulled away for a moment to catch their breaths, Anne and Cathy panting heavily. They were still in a close embrace and their faces just inches away. Anne grinned and started kissing Cathy again, this time her hands going lower, making Cathy more aroused. The curly-haired girl decided to not stay behind and put her hands under Anne’s t-shirt, touching her skin and feeling it tense under her touch. If she wasn’t occupied with a kiss, she would surely grin like a cat. They were exploring their bodies and suddenly, Cathy ended up on a couch being straddled by Anne, the kissing intensifying between the two. Cathy loved Anne’s taste and couldn’t wait to taste more… The green-eyed girl decided to move her attention from Cathy’s lips and move towards her neck, sucking slowly, making Cathy moan in pleasure. Anne stayed like that for a few minutes, making sure to leave a mark and then moved lower towards Cathy’s collarbone. From there, she went as far down as she could before Cathy’s blue t-shirt became her obstacle, kissing Cathy along the way. The curly-haired girl was playing with Anne’s hair, whispering to her how she loves what she’s doing with her which only seemed to encourage Anne. Suddenly the green-eyed girl pulled away and looked deeply into Cathy’s eyes which made Cathy confused why she stopped. Suddenly, she grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Do you want to take this upstairs?” She asked quietly, still looking straight at Cathy who just blinked and then kissed her on the lips, biting her lower lip.

“I thought you would never ask.” She replied jokingly before kissing Anne harder than before. The two then started making their way to Anne’s bedroom, green eyes girl leading the way while they were still kissing and losing various pieces of clothing along the way…

Cathy woke up to something warm lying next to her. ‘Or someone’ she thought to herself with a smile as she remembered last night and being grateful for texting her mother when she had a chance, asking if she can stay the night at her friend’s house, her mother agreeing without question.

Cathy opened her eyes and saw Anne lying next to her, covered in quite a few love marks on her where Cathy could see her and she knew there were more underneath the covers. She smiled and moved towards the taller girl who was still sleeping and gently kissed her on a cheek and snuggled into her, placing her head on Anne’s shoulder. The sudden movement has woken up green-eyed girl as she started murmuring something to herself and Cathy smiled as she saw her slowly coming to life - her wavy hair being a beautiful mess, her lipstick a little bit smudged from all the kisses and when she opened her eyes, her beautiful green eyes were shining with energy from the moment she woke up. The whole sight made Cathy’s heart warm, longing to see this sight more often.

“Ah good morning you beautiful nerd.” Joked Anne, pulling Cathy closer towards her and kissing her head softly, a totally different kiss than the ones they shared yesterday but the brown-eyed girl loved it nonetheless. Maybe she was just addicted to Anne’s kisses? If yes, she would gladly stay addicted to them.

“Good morning to you too.” Said Cathy between lazy kisses she placed on Anne’s lips, both humming with content.

“So… I don’t want to bring down the mood but it seems like you don’t regret yesterday, right?” Asked a green-eyed girl, strangely unsure of herself. Cathy thought back to last night (especially the pain in her legs), their previous study sessions and everything she knew about Anne and she made up her mind.  

“I could never regret it… It was… well, different than everything I have ever experienced and I loved every minute of it. But I also loved our study sessions in the last two days. They showed me that…” Started Cathy but Anne decided to finish it.

“That there is some connection between us.”

“Exactly what I wanted to say.” Mused Cathy with a smile, still being pressed against the taller girl who stroked her head and played with her curls.

“I really don’t want it to be the only time we did it too… I think we could work out our differences and maybe this could become something more?” Cathy could hear the hope clearly in Anne’s voice and she knew that she didn’t want to break the girl’s heart in any way possible.

“That’s a great idea, I would be honoured, Anne Boleyn.” Said Cathy and kissed Anne slowly on her lips, taking a sweet moment to show her that she meant it. They started kissing more passionately for a while, their skin touching in many places, the atmosphere in the room getting heavier with each second. Anne, just like last night, pulled away first.

“Thank you, Catherine Parr.” Her eyes were smiling as she said those words. “Call me Cathy Parr. Just like all people close to me.” Cathy replied with a gentle smile, kissing Anne a little bit more.

Next Friday the drama class came where they had to perform their scene. They also had to sit with their partners so Catalina and Jane sat together at the front of the class, Howard and Cleves sat in the middle while Boleyn and Cathy sat at the back.

Catalina hasn’t seen her friend in almost a week, the girl saying that she needs to study for drama. Catalina feared the worst - that Boleyn somehow messed up and now her dear friend had to study more to somehow get an even better grade in drama.

She and Jane already went and did their scene, same with the rest of the class, leaving only Cathy and Boleyn. When Mr Cromwell read out their names, the two stood up without a complaint, surprising the whole class and especially Catalina who furrowed her brows in confusion.

Then they started their scene and Catalina was shocked, the whole thing went as if they rehearsed it hundreds of times. Each of their movements calculated and just in time when they were supposed to do it, each word said with emotion behind it. The two of them approached each other as if they were to kiss but they simply stared at themselves and then suddenly bowing to the rest of the class, earning applause from everyone except for Mr Cromwell who looked like he ate a lemon, a grimace shown on his face while he said that they got A for their scene. The two girls high-fived each other (shocking almost everyone) and then giggling together as they moved back to their seats (Catalina thought that Jane got a heart attack). Catalina needed answers, as soon as possible.

In the next few weeks, the relationship between Cathy and Anne (or Annie as Cathy decided to call her) bloomed beautifully. They still had some disagreements but they worked really hard to solve them, the two supporting each other. Cathy met Anne’s parents - Thomas and Elizabeth Boleyn, while Anne met her mother Maud Green-Parr who raised her after the death of her father, also named Thomas when she was younger. They introduced their friends to each other, hoping for the best and they soon became a group of six girls, each different and yet the same in some ways, becoming closer with themselves with each passing day. After a month of meeting up, Anne asked Cathy if she wanted to become her girlfriend and the curly-haired could only say yes and kiss her in reply, thanking fate for bringing this chaotic gremlin to her life, becoming a very important part of her life and she wouldn’t change anything about Anne.

[officialthiamlibrary]

I was wondering if you knew of any fics with dark! Liam?? Dark as in not particularly evil... But not a good boy either 😏 if you catch my drift. I have a need. I'm open to all suggestions.

Ayyy you and another lovely shipper were on the same wave length! They asked for No So Innocent Liam, so here are the ones we shared with them and a few more added in

just too good to be true by eliestarr

Liam has the worst luck when it comes to girls. Things just keep crashing and burning. Mason tries to convince him that maybe it’s time to come out, to date a guy instead, but his best friend won’t hear it. So he and Corey decide to find him the ultimate date, someone who’s exactly his type—snarky, tendency to punch people, and tough enough to put up with their volatile friend. Bad boy Theo Raeken is the perfect fit, despite his murky past and caustic personality. And the fact that he won’t do it for free. What could go wrong? // 10 Things I Hate About You AU.

[56K | Rated T | No Warnings]

Betas and Bad Boys by thiamislife_thiamislove

Liam gets frustrated with Theo��s antics and decides that he can be just like him; possibly even worse.Look out Beacon Hills, a new bad-boy beta is on the loose!

[2.7K | Not Rated | WIP | No Warnings]

Hush by GlitterCake20

Liam won’t be quiet so Theo makes him. And other things.

Prompted by my Des: “my fingers in ur mouth as ur desperately trying to get urself off on my leg. my hand on ur throat to quiet ur whining.”

[1.14K | Rated E |  No Warnings]

I Like Pulling You by DarkAngelGirl13

Liam gets pulled over by a cop that he knows. The cop has been pulling him three times a month for sexual favors to let him off.

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The officer looked at Liam slightly annoyed knowing he was breathing out sarcasm instead of being polite to him. He always found a reason to pull Liam over for even the smallest infractions. He knew just how hot tempered Liam could get if he snapped. He had witnessed it before and knew how far he could go with it. There was also the fact that it annoyed Liam when he made him pull over. He never found him at the same place or time for that matter. He didn’t want Liam to get used to a time or place so he would avoid it. He had gotten him once in the parking lot of the police station. Liam had been waiting on his husband to come out for lunch. That really had been fun seeing the look on Liam’s face. He’d given him a ticket for idling with just one passenger in the truck.

[6.39K | Rated E | No Warnings]

Static Hearts by xTarmanderx

Theo just wants to sleep in, which seems impossible with Liam getting himself off in the next room. With limited options, Theo decides to go tell Liam to keep it down. He doesn’t expect what happens next.

[4.2K | Rated M | WIP | No Warnings]

BackToYou by itsthemoralityofit

Liam Dunbar is getting married to the woman of his dreams. He’s never been happier. So when he and his friends visit the local bar and he falls instantly for the attractive bar-owner, it’s just a crush…right?

‘I wanna hold you when I’m not supposed to…When I’m lying close to someone else…’- Back To You (Selena Gomez)

[26k | Rated E | No Warnings]

Stupid Love by GlitterCake20

“Because love is not really blind, but it’s pretty fucking stupid.”

Quiet nerdy Theo caught Liam’s attention and now the cocky jock wont leave him alone.

[15k | Rated E | No Warnings]

Under Your Spell by ExtraSteps

Liam is struck by a witches spell. Now he is completely unable to lie, compelled to say anything that pops into his head. Theo is around and more than willing to listen.

[5.3k | Rated E | No Warnings]

Cuffed and Roughed by TVTime

**Spoilers for season 6A.

Liam blames Theo for the Ghost Rider situation and what happened to Mason and Hayden. He handcuffs him to the bars of his jail cell and they have consensual rough hate sex.

[4.8K | Rated E | WIP | No Warnings]

Hot Pillow by TheodoreR

…I accidently fell asleep on your shoulder on the train and now you probably think i’m weird…

“I thought it couldn’t get more embarrassing, but now that you’re awake and still using me as a pillow it’s even worse.”Liam doesn’t like when people talk to him in the morning, and it’s not like it’s morning now, but he just woke up and the principle is the same, so he instantly hates the owner of the voice coming from his left ear. It doesn’t come from inside his ear, okay, but it totally feels like it, which means someone is in Liam’s personal space, which means he can punch him now and it will be the only reasonable thing to do, nobody will give him the looks or blame his I.E.D. like they always do, oh look, Liam just tripped on his foot, must be his I.E.D, Liam is late to class, of course, with his I.E.D and everything, poor boy. But nobody will say he punched this guy because of his I.E.D. because this guy just popped out of nowhere and started talking in his ear, Liam can literally feel his breath on his skin, so he wants to be punched and a punch is exactly what Liam plans to give to him while he lifts his head.

[29K | Not Rated | WIP | No Warnings]

Something’s Got A Hold On Me by NekoAliceYamiYaoi

Where Theo is an FBI agent investigating some murders and they’re all linked to the prominent gay club Sinema and Liam is a stripper/dancer at that club. Their paths cross, and whether Theo likes it or not, they somehow end up working together to try and catch the serial killer.

Sure, Theo wasn’t expecting to fall for the blue eyed stripper called ‘Little wolf’.

[17.2K | Rated M | WIP | Graphic Violence]

Talk Dirty to Me, Baby by Hollyster

Take an aroused Liam, a Theo out of town, a phone (and a slight breeze of the pack) and this is what happens.

[1.5K | Rated E | No Warnings]

Truth or Chimera Series by parttimehuman

The pack playing truth or dare and it escalates quickly for Liam.

[65K Total | Rated E | No Warnings]

Dare you to dare me to love by maraudersourwolf

“I am bored,” Liam whines and lets his head fall from the edge if his bed.

Theo tries to ignore him because that’s the only plausible action to this. And yes, he knows. He’s sitting in Liam’s wheely chair, inside Liam’s room with one of Liam’s book on his hands. Ignoring the beta should be hard.

But it’s totally not.

[5.5K | Rated M | No Warnings]

[scientifically-strange]

Oh god what about Valerie. I don't know with who because I'm not very versed in marvel at all (yet. I'm wait for the summer to binge watch). So please, Valerie with anyone from marvel. (BTW you got me into Marvel so thank you)

Me getting you into Marvel has been my greatest accomplishment in 2017. I’m happy I could help you out :)

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Pairing: Valerie Grey x Wanda MaximoffPrompt: “You’re just gonna leave me alone here like this? No return date? Nothing?”/"Trust me when I say this: you'll never be alone. I'll be back, someday." 

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“What do you mean you have to go?” Wanda asked, gripping Valerie’s hands fearfully. Her Valerie. Her own superhero. She was strong, independent, and man, Wanda could get lost in her eyes forever. She would gladly spend an eternity just starring at them.

“I’m sorry, babe, but I have to,” Valerie said. Wanda wouldn’t understand the importance of her mission. And she didn’t want her girlfriend getting hurt in the Ghost Zone because of Valerie. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to her.

“You’re just gonna leave me alone like this? No return date? Nothing?” Wanda was crying now, not wanting to let go of Valerie’s hands, and it broke her heart. She was trying to hold back her own tears as she pulled Wanda into a tight hug.

“Trust me when I say this,” she said, “You will never be alone. I’ll be back someday. Time in the Zone is really weird.”

She let go and moved the hair from Wanda’s face before kissing her goodbye, possibly for the last time, and pulled her mask over her head. She hopped on her board and pressed a button on her wrist, opening a portal to the Ghost Zone. She couldn’t stop herself from looking back at Wanda as she floated through.

They were still looking at one another when it closed.

Valerie dove headfirst into battle, unable to stop thinking about the fact that she might never see Wanda again.

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Wanda stared at the space where Valerie, her sweet, sweet Valerie, had disappeared. She could help. She could have stopped Valerie easily, but something in the back of her head had forced her not to. She couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was just because Valerie had asked her not to? Or because she knew this was important to Valerie? She had felt her girlfriend’s emotions before she went into the Ghost Zone, alone and heartbroken.

What if they never saw each other again?

Wanda dropped to her knees, hugging herself as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t know how long she had stayed like that. She had only ever felt pain like this three times.  The first, when her parents were killed, and er and Pietro were stuck under the bed for days, waiting for a bomb to kill them. The second was when her beloved brother had died at the hands of the robot they had helped. And now this. The feeling was so overwhelming. The tightness in her chest was suffocating, and she couldn’t see through he blurriness of her tears.

She let that feeling fuel her as she stood up again, wiping away her tears. She felt determined. Whatever Valerie wanted to keep her safe from, Wanda knew she could not do it alone. She knew that they worked best when they were together, they always have. It was one of the things that had made them so attracted to each other.

Wanda stormed her way down to Stark’s lab where she knew a portal to the Ghost Zone was. And it wasn’t long before she was inside, following the sound of fighting, ignoring the fact that several ghosts were running away from that direction.

They were cowards for not helping her Valerie.

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Valerie ducked and dodged Nocturne, glaring at him as he grew larger. He was holding a sleeping Dani by the throat, and Danny had been blasted by the evil ghost and was now being beat up on by the minions, who were merciless. The only one who could really fight the monster and probably do some damage was Valerie. She charged her largest gun and fired, but he merely blocked it with a ghost shield.

She flew straight towards him, pressing her board’s self destruct button. She back-flipped off of it as soon as she was close enough, letting her board blow up right in Nocturne’s face. He let go of Dani, waving away the debris from his face. Valerie flew over, sending a silent thank you to Stark for giving her a jetpack, and caught Dani. But as soon as she did, she was hit to the side.

She hit the ground-hard-and wondered just for a moment if she actually would make it back to Wanda. No! She had to stop thinking about that, because of course she would make it back. She had promised. Valerie never broke those.

But her visor was cracked and she was pretty sure some of her ribs were broken from the fall. Her vision was staring to get blurry, but Danny was still getting beaten to a pulp, and Valerie was the only one that could still throw a punch. Barely, but if it was enough to slow Nocturne down she would take it.

She stood up, leaving Dani on the ground and praying to god she’d be safe from any hits Nocturne threw.

Her jetpack was busted, meaning she had to do this on foot. She looked around wildly, trying to find something that would work against the ghost. She started running, her chest burning with pain, away from Dani and to a purple tree. If she could get on Nocturne then she’s sure she could think of a better plan once she was there.

Then, out of nowhere, more minions showed up. Valerie skidded to a stop before bringing out two ghost pistols. However, before she could fire them, some sort of red energy gripped them and threw them towards the minions that were on Danny, knocking enough of them away for him to get some leverage back.

Valerie took another step forward, but fell to her knee, clutching her torso. She must be more injured than she originally thought.

“Valerie!”

Her head snapped up as her girlfriend ran towards her.

“Are you okay?” She asked. Worry was in her accent, and Valerie, despite not being happy that Wanda was here, was glad Wanda was here.

“I’m fine. What are you doing here?” She grit out, wincing at the pain. Wanda looked at her closely, then at Nocturne. Her hands lit up with red energy as she watched Danny try to drag Dani away to some place safer, deflecting any blast that came his way.

“I am helping.”

Wanda felt her anger wash over her, using it to fuel her powers. She was always told not to mess with people’s minds, but for this creature she would make an exception.

Nocturne laughed at her as she walked towards him. Mocked her for thinking she could take him down all by herself when he had bested her other friends. But Wanda didn’t think she could do that.

She knew she could.

Her red energy wrapped itself around his mind, peeling back the layers of walls he had put up. She could feel his fear, his arrogance, and his pain. She squeezed her hand and felt a sudden surge of misery from Nocturne. He clutched his head, throwing a couple of ectoblasts at her, but none of them even came close to hitting her.

The more she used her powers to torment his mind the more he shrunk, until he was about as tall as Clint. She walked up to him and released her powers. He dropped to what she assumed was his knees, feeling no mercy for the creature. She wasn’t going to kill him, but if he went crazy after this she wasn’t going to feel sorry for him.

She gripped his horns and slammed his head into her knee, knocking him out cold.

“Leave him there.”

She turned to see Danny, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable. His whole body was beaten and bruised, and there was an ugly gash on his thigh, but he still stood strong as he helped Dani get to her feet.

“The Observants will get him. Right now we should just get home.” Wanda nodded and moved to Valerie. She helped her stand and walk as Danny held out his hand and made a portal to the Tower.

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When Valerie woke up, she wasn’t surprised to see that she was in the med bay hooked up to several machines. To her left was Danny, sleeping blissfully as his heart monitor beeped much slower than hers.

At the side of her bed was Wanda, who had fallen asleep while touching Valerie’s hand. She smiled to herself and combed through some of Wanda’s hair.

Wanda at up, bleary eyed, and yawned before smiling at Valerie.

“I told you I would make it back,” Valerie said. “I just didn’t say how.”

Wanda huffed and rolled her eyes before climbing onto the bed and wrapping her arms around Valerie, laying her head on her shoulder.

“You are an idiot,” she said. Valerie smiled and placed a kiss on Wanda’s head.

“Yeah. But I’m your idiot.”

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So I think you gave me a new OTP. Thank you my dude-Strange

[davidrobertjonesimmortal]

I'm bored and unable to fall asleep yet.

Are you “with” the very last person you kissed? I very happily am! ☺ Ever dated/kissed a someone with the name Casey, Tyler, Ryan, Jordan, Colton, Rebecca, Samantha, Lauren, Taylor, or Ashley? Jordan, Samantha, Taylor, Ashley. Yes. Was your last kiss, standing up, sitting down, or lying down? Sitting down. 😊 Are you happy with the choices you’ve made? For the most part. Are you excited for anything? Seeing My Person and boyfriend again! Do you hate the last person you kissed? FAR from it. You’re stuck in an elevator with one of your worst enemies, what do you do? Ignore ignore ignore. Will this weekend be a good one? ABSOLUTELY! Are you mad at someone right now? Eh. Not enough to worry about it. Do you like to listen to the radio in the car? Oh hell yes. Do you sleep with a fan on? Yep, and a noise machine. How is your hair right now? Probably all kinds of fucked up lol but I’m in bed about to sleep so igaf. Have you ever broken up with someone for someone else? Yes. How many windows are open on your computer? Both of my computers are asleep. Lucky electronics. How tall are you? 5'9"! Is something bothering you? Not that I can think of atm. Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? Nah don’t think so. Have you ever laughed at something that wasn’t meant to be funny? Oh yeah. All the time. My whole reasoning behind going to see Fifty Shades. Just to laugh. Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex “Fuck you”? I tell everyone that. Do you like to cuddle? I LOVE cuddling. Have you done anything sneaky lately? Yeah, lied to grandparents. Not exactly sorry. Is your hair clean? Yeah! Not bad at least. Last night, did you go to sleep smiling? Every night, because of him. How lame. Were you happy when you woke up today? Please see above and replace night with day lol. What are you drinking right now? Currently working on a Mountain Dew Pitch Black mmm 😍 Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? For sure in boyfriend's car because it fucking yells at me 🙄😒 Does someone have feelings for you? lol I would hope Nick does. Have you ever been cheated on? Yeah. Sucks. Are you hard to please? Not at all! Littlest things excite me and make me happy. What are you craving right now? My boyfriend lol. How are you feeling right now? Ridiculously happy. What are you sick of? My head hurting! Are you missing anyone/something? Miss Sasha. All day every day. Relationship to the last person you called? She's my mommy! Could you date someone shorter than you? Nope, couldn't stand it. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet? Oh yeah. My grandparents. Do you wear glasses? I do not! Unless I want them as an accessory lol. Where did you sleep last night? My bed. Do you straighten your hair? Sometimes! What color shirt are you wearing? Black 😎 Do you have a best friend? I have a few! #blessed Do you wish you had the chance to go back in time and change something now? Eh. Nothing really comes to mind. Who is the last person you got a text from? Baaaaaabe ☺ Are you excited for winter? To END. When are you at your happiest? With him. LAME. Or with Sasha! Is there anything you wish you did today? Why haven’t you done it? Nah I'm pretty happy with today. Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? Depends on the weather. What were you doing before you started this survey? Watching my boyfriend and his nephew play a video game. Can you honestly say that you love yourself? I have my days. 😇 How many people have you kissed? I don't keep count lol Do you just feel awkward when you dance? Yeah for the most part honestly. Do you think you spend too much time feeling upset? More time than I'd like to. Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? Nah. No point. Do you own a pair of uggs? FUCK NO. What are your plans for tomorrow? Internship then who knows. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? He tells me all the time. 😍 Can you get over people easily? Not at all. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? Never. How was your weekend? Pretty good! Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? I do actually. How do you feel right now? Very, very happy. Do you hide your feelings or show them? I am transparent even when I don't want to be. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? Looooong always. What is the last thing you cooked today? I don't really cook. What do you always take with you? Phone! Last person you drove around in a car with? My babe. Do you think relationships are hard? They take work but well worth it when you find the right person for you. What are your plans for this weekend? The next coming weekend? None yet. Any friends who are constantly venting about their significant other? None that I can think of. Have you ever been ice-skating? Yeah! I suck at it but it's super fun! Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? Sometimes. Have you ever seen an albino person, in person? I don't believe so... Do you like Fuze drinks? Don't think I've tried any. Did the end of Hamilton make you sad? Didn't watch it lol. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Every day I work lol. Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm? Nope! Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? YUP LOL Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself? Yep. What’s your most noticeable flaw? Teeth. And what’s your best feature? Hair probably. Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? Ugh. Yes. When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it? Depends how close we are. Or what mood I'm in lol. Have you ever hallucinated? Yeah. Do you find serial killers fascinating? YES OH MY WORD. Do you like Musicals? Sure. Is your hair damaged? Yeah somewhat. Do you live with anyone that you try to avoid at all costs? Grandparents lol. Who was the last person you threw out of your life? Ex-fiancée. Are you wearing socks? Yes! Do you regret something you did yesterday? I was kinda bitchy to babe. When was the last time you cried? Last weekend. Why were you crying? Thinking about sad shit. Whats the last thing you ate? Broccoli and cheese soup! What kind of bottoms are you wearing? Leggings, always. 💜 What do you hear right now? Video game babe and Jul are playing. How many hours did you sleep last night? Idk, enough I guess. Is something bothering you right now? My head a bit. In the past week have you gotten sick? Nope! In the past week have you felt stupid? Not really. In the past week have you got your hair cut? No, I neeeeed to. What were you doing at 9 AM this morning? Working. 😒 In the past week have you felt sad? Yeah. Has someone disappointed you recently? Eh not really. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? Absolutely. If you could pack up and move, would you? IN A HOT FUCKING SECOND! Do you hate when people smoke around you? Yeeeeees. Can't breathe. Who have you texted in the last 24 hours? Babe, Mom.