#but also it's nice waiting with yall one whole week (I say with gritted teeth)

[scarefox]

Oh god here we go again, waiting one week for the next episode

[julemmaes]

Pinky Promise - Chapter One

A/N: It’s currently midnight here and believe me when I tell you my brain is fried right now. I just wanted to finish this and post it. The real story starts with the next chapter and here we have a little more info dump cause yeah. Hope yall enjoy!

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Word count: 3,802

Rhysand had to stop by his house for a short break to change and take off that uncomfortable shirt he was always complaining about. Cassian had tried to tell him several times that being an elementary school teacher he could dress as he wanted and no one would ever tell him anything, but the youngest of the brothers didn't seem to get the message.

While they were waiting for him, Cassian had tried to start a conversation with the other two, but both had answered monosyllables and he had enough problems of his own without getting involved in whatever had happened between Elain and Azriel.

Despite all this, when they got to the Archeron house, the older had a lopsided smile on his face. The smile widened even more when they entered the apartment and saw his cousin gobbling a cracker with some cheese on it. Morrigan got up in a flash and went to greet them.

"Took you long enough." said the blonde, "We were waiting for you."

Cassian snorted, taking off his shoes and jacket so as not to wet every surface of the house, "I can tell."

"Don't be an asshole." he heard from the kitchen, Amren. She was also sitting at the kitchen table, where Nesta was chopping parsley and eating strangely long, fried things.

His girlfriend looked up at him and smiled. She had to be feeling better because she had a much more relaxed expression on her face than only an hour or so before.

He approached the table, followed by Rhys who was staring with a confused look at whatever that strange food was in front of their friend.

"What the hell is that?" Azriel asked once he had freed himself from Mor's hug.

Amren arched an eyebrow, taking another fried thing and eating it whole, "Frog legs."

Cassian, who was about to kiss Nesta, stopped, looking at her in shock, "Sorry, what?"

"Yeah, a new French restaurant opened on my street and I've been getting the weirdest stuff for a couple of weeks," said Amren smiling. "I even tasted the snails last Monday." the guys all seemed shocked.

Nesta made a confused grimace, "Actually they're not as bad as you'd think, they taste a lot like chicken."

"I'm not sure I want to kiss you anymore," murmured Cassian as he walked away slightly from the girl. Rhysand nodded beside him, pouring himself a glass of wine and passing one to Azriel.

"Oh, stop being a baby, it's just food." Amren muttered, casting a hard look at him.

He kissed Nesta on the cheek anyway while she finished cutting the onions and poured everything into a pot. The smell of meat that came out was enough to make Cassian fall in love a little more.

"I'm gonna go change," announced Elain, who had been particularly quiet the whole time.

Nesta lifted her head, looking in her sister's direction, who was already in the hallway, "Did you get my stuff?" she asked loudly.

Elain's reply didn't take long to come, "Yes, I'll bring it to your room."

Nesta shook her head, even though she couldn't see her, "No don't worry, I'll take care of it, just leave it in your room." a faint okay came from the other room and then the conversation resumed.

"One very important thing before I forget, next week Manon should come here," said Mor, clutching her shoulders, "I'd like to arrange a little something at my house, with everyone. If that's alright with you," she hesitantly concluded.

Mor and Manon had met that summer when the former went on vacation to the other continent alone. She'd stayed in Erilea for almost two whole months, going from city to city and stopping only when she deemed it necessary. Once she reached Orynth she immediately made friends with a large group of people there and when they introduced her to Manon it was hate at first sight.

More than hate, actually, Morrigan felt awkward.

Manon stared at her with that seductive look of hers that she couldn't really decipher and only when the other one had explicitly told her that hes was flirting with her, Mor understood that she could enjoy that vacation and have a summer fling with the white-haired goddess. One thing led to another and they ended up getting together at the end of August and after only a month of relationship no one had had the chance to meet her yet.

"Finally we get to know her." smiled Amren.

Cassian took a beer from the fridge and put two more on the table in case someone else wanted more than wine. "Where did you say she studies?" she asked for what was probably the millionth time.

"Oh, she attends the Academy of Fine Arts in Adarlan. Rifthold precisely." said proud Mor, smiling.

"Does she study art like Feyre?" Rhysand asked, taking another cracker and putting a slice of salami on it. Cassian saw Nesta shake her head in disbelief and had to hold back a laugh. It was impressive how he managed to squeeze Feyre into his every conversation.

Mor didn't give it much thought anyway, "Nono, she dances. She studies ballet. She has a- I always forget what they are called, but she has a group, with whom she always dances. They call themselves the Thirteen," she continued nodding, "They also have a channel on You Tube, if you're interested."

Elain walked into the kitchen at that moment, wearing only a pair of pajama pants and a VHS lacrosse team sweatshirt, with the name Vanserra on its back. She took a beer from the table, opened it and drained half of it in one long sip. She made a disgusted face and then took one of the fried frog's legs off Amren's plate, who was looking at her alarmed.

Nesta gave him a confused look, mentally asking him what had happened on the way here, Cassian shrugged.

"Hey Ellie everything's alright?" asked the older sister, turning off the stove.

Elain nodded, helping her set the table while everyone took their seat. "Everything's perfect."

Azriel laughed, not even looking at the girl, "As always." Elain's head snapped in his direction.

Elain gritted her teeth, "Maybe you should learn to mind your own business."

"And you should learn what self love is and stop letting others treat you like that," Azriel said to her in an equally harsh tone.

Cassian understood then, Lucien was involved.

Nesta sighed, placing both hands on the table and bowing her head, "Can we please have one dinner without arguing?" Elain sat down with abrupt gestures and nodded, apologizing. Azriel seemed to think about it for a second, looking at the middle sister, nodding in turn and sitting next to Rhysand.

They ate quietly between jokes, and the tense atmosphere that had created immediately dissolved. Elain and Azriel bickered so often that the group was used to it and they'd become good at pretending nothing had happened.

***

Nesta was sitting on the floor next to Cassian, practically lying on top of him, while he kept his arm around her waist. Whatever Morrigan was explaining she couldn't understand. Her brain was already clouded by alcohol. They had just finished the first game of the evening and she couldn't figure out how they were all still relatively sober after all the alcohol they had ingested. Or maybe it was just her impression and in reality they were all wasted.

She looked up at her boyfriend and put her hand on his cheek, making him turn towards her. Cassian smiled at her and gave her a peck. When she kept looking him in the eyes even after they had parted, he raised an eyebrow. What is it?

Nesta shrugged and kept following Mor's speech.

"And who draws the last king drinks the whole cup, got it?" the blonde looked around the room trying to figure out if everyone understood at least one word of what she had just said. Nesta took a sip from her glass and Mor groaned, "Come on Nesta, you don't have to drink now."

Azriel chuckled, almost as drunk as she was, "Stupid drunk."

"Fuck you, Az." she giggled, clinging closer to Cassian.

Elain nodded, raising her drink to the ceiling, "Yes, fuck you Az." she hiccupped and smiled in her best friend's direction, who gave her the middle finger. They all burst out laughing, knowing perfectly well that there was no grudge in those gestures.

She couldn't follow the game properly, but someone had just drawn a seven and Nesta knew that she had to raise her arms to the sky before the others or she would have to drink again, and although this evening was putting her in a good mood, she wasn't sure that her head would thank her in the morning. Elain ended up drinking.

When it was her turn, Nesta drew a nine and thanked every god present in that moment because if she had to find a rhyme for anything the others would say, she would surely throw up from the effort.

"I picked a nine," she said giggling, falling on Cassian, who laughed and helped her up, "and since I'm feeling rather nice tonight, I'll say orange," she slurred.

"You don't play like that," said Amren annoyed beside her, taking a sip from her soft drink. It was her turn to take everyone home that night.

Mor nodded, agreeing with the girl, "You can't take the one word that doesn't rhyme with anything."

Rhysand cleared his voice, "Sporange." he said at the same time that Elain screamed the same word. The boy brought his hand to his chest, opening his mouth wide, "I said it first."

Elain shook her head, pulling herself up and bending her legs underneath her, "No. That's not true." she said snickering, "I said it first."

Cassian burst out laughing, making Nesta's back flutter. She looked at him and winked, nothing sexy in that gesture at all and it only made the boy laugh more.

"Azriel tell him that I said it first." the girl complained, pouting. "Cassian tell him too."

"Nah ha, you have your family, they're with me." said Rhysand, getting up and staggering until he was between his two brothers. He circled both their shoulders and slapped Nesta in the face unintentionally.

"Ouch." she mumbled, pulling herself up and rubbing her nose.

Elain seemed on the verge of tears, "It's not right. I was faster than you." she practically screamed, "And I only have one sister here, it isn't fair."

Rhysand shrugged, "That's not my problem."

Their little argument went on for a few minutes before the boy surrendered and admitted that she was the one who said the word first, "But only because you don't have enough sisters for backup, otherwise we'd solve it physically," he concluded, winking at her. Elain giggled and Azriel muttered something about the physical part of the hypothetical fight that made Cassian laugh.

They all turned towards the entry of the apartment when they heard the door open.

"Speak of the devil," said Mor with a smile, "Feyruuh! Join us."

Rhysand had stood up and was smiling like an idiot, "Yes Fey-Fey join us," he repeated, approaching the small threshold.

Nesta saw the boy stiffening and immediately realized that something was wrong. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Feyre," breathed Rhysand, "what happened?

From where she was sitting she couldn't see the hall, but even Amren, who had a perfect view of the whole room, had a hard look on her face. Perhaps she should have stood up.

The alcohol in her body did not allow her to stand up without the risk of falling. It was already much that she hadn't blacked out.

"Nothing, don't worry," said her sister, finally entering the room. Nesta could see her face and understood what Rhysand was referring to. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot. She had been crying.

"Feyre..." she said, trying to pull herself up with Cassian's help.

Her younger sister raised her hand to stop her, "I didn't want to ruin your evening, I just came to say hi." she gave everyone a faint smile. Rhysand, next to her, held his breath. He suddenly seemed much more sober, more aware of what was happening. "I'm sorry... goodnight everyone." with this she turned around and walked out of the room. Mor moved to get up, but Amren placed her hand on her leg to stop her.

Elain was the first to break the silence, "That piece of shit." Nesta gasped hearing how much anger she uttered those words with. She turned towards her sister and before she could ask her, she had already started talking again, "I can't believe it." she stood up, swaying too much and falling on her knees.

Mor was immediately beside her, "Be careful."

"It's alright." she ran her hand over her legs and then looked towards Feyre's room sighing.

"Can someone explain what the heck just happened and why no one is going to see how she's doing?" asked Amren slightly annoyed. Rhysand was out of the living room before she could finish the sentence.

They all turned to Elain, who seemed to be thinking about what to say.

"I'm too drunk for this," whispered Nesta, massaging her temples, "Ellie can you please tell me if this is a life-or-death issue?" she asked again. She felt a hand on the small of her back and turned to Cassian, who looked at her with a sad smile on his lips.

Elain laughed without amusement, "No, of course she's not dying, it's always the same old arguments with Tamlin. She should just break up with him," replied Elain surprising everyone. It was very rare that her sister said something so sincere when it came to Tamlin. The only times she had done so she had risked ruining her relationship with Lucien.

"I don't think I should tell you the details, it's her business and I'm not here to gossip," said Elain after a few minutes in which everyone had started to clean up the mess they'd made, "All you need to know is that Tamlin is a piece of shit," she whispered the last part, as if she was afraid her boyfriend might hear her.

"Nothing new." Amren said, getting up and starting to pick up the cups scattered around the room.

They heard Feyre yelling something, but Nesta couldn't understand just what she said. They waited a few seconds, to see if they needed to intervene or not, when they heard nothing more Azriel spoke.

"Do you think we should tell her something?" he asked again, still sitting on the floor, tilting his head back so that it was resting on the couch. "I mean, it's already been a few weeks since I've seen her cheerful, I'm getting worried."

Nesta was surprised. It was nice to see how much Azriel cared for the youngest of them. Of course, she knew it was true, but it was rare for the boy to express his feelings so openly.

Cassian shook his head, reducing his lips to a thin line, "Not tonight," he said as he looked down the hall, "She's probably insulting Rhys in every possible way now. I guess it's a good way to cool off," he added when they heard Feyre screaming again. Rhysand answered equally loudly.

"Maybe we should get Rhys out, he is drunk after all," Azriel said standing up. Nesta did the same, following him into the corridor.

"They know that Rhys would never lay a hand on Feyre, don't they? Even if he is drunk. And angry." whispered Elain, even though they all heard very well. Nesta giggled and Azriel shook his head smiling. She was so drunk.

Cassian answered her, "No Ellie, it's not that. It's that drunk people tend to say things they don't really mean." they heard a whisper of agreement.

Azriel was about to knock on the door, Nesta right behind him, when it opened wide and Rhysand rushed out, shoving his older brother aside. Nesta couldn't see his face, but he must have been pretty upset because Azriel followed him right out of the apartment.

Nesta blinked a couple of times and then turned to her sister, who was pacing back and forth with her hands in her hair.

"Fuck!" cried Feyre. Nesta entered the room, closing the door behind her.

Feyre looked at her and grimaced, "What? Did you also come to tell me how to live?"

Nesta shook her head, crossing her arms, "I gotta be honest with you, I'm really drunk right now, so I'm struggling a little bit to understand things, but if you want to talk to me, I'm always there. You know." she said to her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, yes. I know." Feyre murmured, "But right now I just want to sleep and be alone."

Nesta glanced at her and saw that she had mascara smeared on her cheeks. She had cried again.

They could not face this conversation now.

She sighed, "Alright, if you need anything call me, I'm sleeping at Cass's, but if you need anything I can be here in twenty minutes." she cautioned her as she got up. Before leaving, she turned to her sister and left a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, everything will work out. I'll be back for lunch, okay?"

Feyre frowned, "Why do you always treat me like a child?" she suddenly asked her.

Nesta was caught off guard, "What do you mean?"

"I'll be back for lunch. I can be here in twenty minutes," she said imitating her voice, "I don't need you to tell me your schedule, I can cook pasta, I can take care of myself." she pointed out, looking Nesta straight in the eye.

"I don't- Feyre, I was just letting you know that I'll eat at home, I wasn't implying anything. We live together, it seems normal to me to tell you about my movements," she replied, being defensive, "I didn't call you a child."

"Get out."

"Feyre-"

"I said get out." sobbed the sister, "Please."

Nesta tried to get closer when she saw that Feyre was crying again.

"Go away!" cried the other one. Nesta stiffened and nodded just once, saying goodnight and leaving the room.

Cassian was staring at her from down the hall with a worried look. Throwing a quick glance inside Elain's room, she saw that Amren and Mor were helping her change and would put her to bed before leaving, as often happened during these evenings.

She reached her boyfriend and when he hugged her, she let out a deep sigh, resting her head against Cassian's chest. "I'm sorry," he said, kissing her hair and holding her tight.

"Don't worry, we both know she's not mad at us. She better than anyone else." she looked up to him. Cassian moved a strand of hair from her eyes, placing it behind one ear. "Maybe we made a mistake, though, letting Rhysand talk to her."

Cassian chuckled, "Maybe." He leaned over her and brushed his lips against hers.

Nesta yawned in the kiss and they both laughed.

"Okay lovebirds, it's time to go home," announced Amren, putting on her shoes and helping Mor tie hers. The blonde was also in terrible condition.

Cassian broke the hug, but followed Nesta to her room while she changed and took things so she could change the next day, and then followed her to the bathroom, where she took extra tampons in case the ones at his house had finished. She strongly doubted it, as Cassian always worried about having an endless supply every time, but it was better to prevent.

"You're such a lost puppy." Mor laughed, looking at them, "Disgusting."

"You're just jealous cause you can't be with Manon every day," replied Azriel, walking back into the house at the right time, followed by a quiet Rhysand.

Mor poutted in a way that would make a three-year-old child look a saint and her eyes filled with tears. Amren threw her arms in the air, "Was that really necessary?" she asked exasperated, turning to Azriel, who apologized to her friend.

They all left the house, leaving the kitchen and living room relatively tidy, nothing an hungover Elain couldn't handle.

When they reached Morrigan's house, only Azriel and Amren went to escort the blonde home and make sure she went to bed.

Nesta took the opportunity to say a few words to Rhysand.

"It's not your fault if she reacted in that way," she said, placing her hand on his arm. God, the drunk Nesta was so affectionate. Rhysand looked at her with a wrinkled forehead.

"I know." he sighed, running a hand over his face and looking older than he actually was, "I just wish she understood how much she's worth. That Tamlin doesn't deserve her." he looked out the window, waiting to see the other two appear so he could get home as soon as possible and pass out in bed. "There may have been a moment in their relationship where things worked, but now it's getting too much."

"I agree." Nesta simply said. Rhysand didn't need her to comfort him, no. He needed Feyre to realize how much the situation she was in no longer benefited anyone.

***

Cassian slipped into bed next to Nesta and laid his arm around her waist, pushing her flat against him. She immediately relaxed and intertwined their fingers, carrying his hand on her belly. Cassian started massaging circles on her stomach, applying a little more pressure at the bottom to help her with the pain.

"Better?" he asked her, placing his head in the niche of her neck.

Nesta nodded, "Much better."

They spent a few minutes in silence like this. If he managed to tell her that he wanted to enlist, if he managed to confess to her his plans for the future and she accepted him, there would no longer be so many times when he would cuddle her. They would no longer be granted.

When Cassian was on the brink of falling asleep, with a thousand questions in his head, she asked him something.

"Hmm?"

"Tomorrow, you wanna go out for dinner with me?" she repeated, turning around so she faced him.

Cassian opened only one eye, "Like a date?" he asked, smiling tiredly.

"Sure, like a date." she answered him, tilting her chin up so that she could kiss him.

"Yes, I'll go out for dinner with you," he said returning the kiss.

"Perfect."

"I love you." he whispered to her, hugging her.

Nesta did not answer and Cassian fell asleep shortly after, dreaming of the day when he would make Nesta his wife.

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[thequeenofadream]

You (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: You by Dodie Clark, but with a twist ;)

Words: 3676

Notes: TW: MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL DRINKING AND ALMOST GETTING HIT. angsty at first, but gets pretty fluffy uwu haha + swearing + lyrics are italicized 

A/N:  this is for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge anddd reading all the other entries got me thinking well shit so here i am in all my shittiness ha ha ha anyways this is also my first time doing a song thing so tell me what you guys think! also also this is late bc im on my last weeks of school so sorry but expect more fics during summer!! (march-june for all ur western people) sdfdjks u know what im gonna leave a seperate post for the a/n fic bc yall i have kwento bye love you all <3

☀ tagging: @obsessedwithrogertaylor @malekdarling @i-padfootblack-things

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I told you I was looking for some empathy

Well, you fooled me

You slammed the door of the apartment you and Roger shared. You had just broken up with you boyfriend, Zach, as he was a misogynistic prick. He had insisted that you move out of your apartment with Rog and move in with him.

You had repeatedly told him no, especially since moving was expensive for college student. You had also only been dating for a month, and the whole thing seemed too fast. In response, he called you a ‘whore’ and ‘cheating bitch’, but the thing that took the cake was when he had punched a hole in his wall, which missed you by a mere inch.

You told him that you never wanted to see his face again, and got out of there, leaving him in a shocked state.You ran straight home, never looking back, tears running down your face. You couldn’t believe you didn’t see his nasty attitude before, but you were glad you got out of it before anything escalated.

Roger was sitting on the couch reading a car magazine, when the sharp noise caused his to dart up seeing you in disarray. You marched right over to your room and closed the door, leaving Rog completely clueless to whatever had happened. He followed you quietly, wanting to comfort you, but the door was locked shut.

He put his ear against the door, trying to make out anything from your sobs, but all he could hear was your crying. He’d seen you cry before, but not to the point that didn't even talk to him. It concerned him a lot, but instead of getting the spare key, he decided to give you some space for now. He told himself he’d make it up in the morning.

You were glad you had stashed a bottle of vodka in the dark corners of your cabinet. You were a shaky mess while the bottle sat in your hand. You placed the bottle between your lips, feeling the taste of alcohol rush into your mouth. It left a burning sensation as it made its way down to your stomach.

You didn’t know what you were feeling right now, but it definitely helped you take your mind off what had just happened.

You fell asleep on the floor with your back against your bed. Your mind wandered between fear, anger and sadness during your last moments of consciousness.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. The soft pillow on underneath your head, made you feel the slightest bit better. Wait. You realised you were up on your bed, tucked in your comfy duvy. The light peered through your windows making your head throb at the brightness.

You looked away to darker parts of your room, seeing some pain relievers and a glass of water sitting on your night stand which only perpetuated your confusion. Nonetheless, you took them both, making you feel just a bit better. You were about to get up when your door swung open, hitting the wall.

“Whoops I’m sorry.”

You saw Roger holding a tray of pancakes. The stack of pancakes was adorned by powdered sugar and a trickling waterfall of maple syrup. It was such a heavenly sight, you had to restrain yourself from lunging at the sight of it. You couldn’t believe that Roger had made it for you. You couldn't believe Roger was responsible for it. He sat on your side of the bed placing the pancakes down.

When he had gotten a good look at you, he saw how distraught you were. You eyes were sore and puffy; Your hair was disheveled mess, sticking out in all directions. It was a good thing he left the pain relievers for you.

“What’s the occasion?” You practically drooling over the pancakes as Roger set them down.

“You seemed sad last night, so I head to the local diner and got some takeaway pancakes.”

“I knew you couldn’t have made them! and if you did, i guess that i’d have a big mess to clean.”

You both laughed. He’d been your best friend for five years now, and you both knew each other like the back of your hand. He handed you a fork as you wasted no time taking a bite out of them. It was a divine breakfast to say the least. You were devouring every piece as if it was your first meal in a hundred years. Roger could only sit back and watch, amused by how much happiness these pancakes. Little did he know it wasn’t necessarily the pancakes that made you happy.

“So were the pain relievers from you as well?” You asked, finishing up the last bit of pancakes. You laid your back against the headboard, the paper plate and plastic fork in hand.

“Yup, it scared me how much vodka you had drunk.” There was pity in his eyes as he said it. He saw how much was left in the bottle you held while you slept and it petrified him. For a second he thought you had died, but his worries were quickly washed away when he felt a pulse.

“Well yeah, you’ll have to remind me in the coming days.”

You trailed off, remembering your sorrow and pain from last night. You set down the now empty plate and fork onto the trail and took the glass of water from the night stand. Roger frowned seeing you still weren’t over what ever had happen. He thought that he might get punched for asking the question, but it was inevitable.

“So, what happened?”

You continued drinking your water, not really wanting to answer. You wanted to put it off for as long as possible, but Rog was persistent.

“You know you’ll have to talk about it sooner or later. It’s not healthy to keep it in, especially since you almost killed yourself over it.”

You stopped drinking and took a deep sigh. He was right.

“Zach and I broke up. He-” Your breath hitched and tears threatened to flood down your cheek.

Roger reddened, at the mention of Zach’s name. He always thought he condescending asshole. He’d always try to play nice around him just so you could be happy, but there were times when he couldn’t. He’d tell you that he was a dick or a pisshat. You’d always tell him to give Zach a chance, but deep down inside you agreed with every little statement.

“What’d the bloody wanker do?”

The anger in his eyes was terrifying. They were like lightning bolts that were about to strike at any moment, any where.

“He almost punched me, but he missed. He left a hole in the wall instead.”

You spoke softly as a tear rolled down your left cheek. You would have shrugged it off convincing Roger it wasn’t a big deal, but you couldn’t lie. You were horror-struck.

Meanwhile, Roger would have gone into complete hysterics if he wasn’t sitting on your bed at the moment. He tried to compose himself, but he couldn’t. He was ready to throw tables. He was ready to smack the Zach into the bloody ocean. He tensed up everywhere and you noticed his arms’ veins were completely evident. His gaze went dark as he angrily grit through his teeth.

“I’ll kill him.”

You put a hand on his arm, trying your best to get him to calm down. You stroke his arm gently, as he directed his attention back to you.

“Rog, I’m fine, no scars, no cuts. I’m just scared he might come looking for me.”

“I promise I won’t let that happen. I’ll always be there for you.”

He gave you a badly needed hugged, as he realised you needed to be comforted first and foremost. Despite the tight hug, it felt kind and tender. You sank into the hug as it was the first time someone had touched you with such affection and care. You truly felt loved.

Just a touch and a thought and I was gone

It had been days since the incident and you were relatively fine. You hadn’t seen Zach anywhere and you were starting to get back on your feet. Roger had really helped you get back to your normal self. He’d always speak out about his desire to “beat the shit and bullocks out the bloody cunt”, but you’d assure him, you didn’t even want to hear about him anymore.

Tonight was your first night out since, and Roger was accompanying you to be your wingman of sorts. He had thoroughly convinced you to get out and mingle and you had finally gave in. He had also invited Fred, Brian and John, but they all had turned it down last minute; something about them all going to the same meeting. It was a very bullshit excuse, but you and Rog didn’t really mind. It was high time the two of you had some best friend bonding anyways.

You were looking through dresses in your wardrobe, when you had finally found the perfect one. You went with a sparkly tube that ended mid-thigh; You thought it would do nicely with the white pair of boots you had bought the other day. You looked in the mirror, checking yourself out for a moment before you heard a voice from your bedroom doorway.

“I’d check myself out too if I were you.”

You looked back to see the blonde drummer himself, leaning against the door frame. A blush spread throughout your cheeks at his flirtatious comment; his flirtatious comments were quite regular, but you couldn’t help but blush.

Ever since he comforted you, you couldn’t help but feel more amorous around him. You’ve tried to brush it off, but your little crush on your best friend was growing stronger and stronger by the minute.

“Uh yeah well we should get going, before it gets too crowded.”

You hid your face behind your purse as you walked past him. He looked at you in confusion, wondering why you’d become so embarrassed all of a sudden, because you usually had some witty remark ready, but he followed nonetheless.

The walk to bar was relatively normal; you both talked about your day at university. You couldn’t help but stare intently into his eyes during conversation. You mentally scolded yourself for looking at him so love-struck.

By the time you had gotten to the bar, the chaotic atmosphere was in full swing. The pungent aroma of alcohol filled the air as you both stepped in. You both looked at each other knowing exactly what to do. He headed to bar to get some drinks while you searched for a booth. You pushed past the crowd to find a small booth by the corner of the bar. You slipped and looked around, really taking in the scene.

You toyed with the hem of the dress you wore, not really knowing what else to do. You came here feeling pretty confident, but now you really just wished you were home alone with Rog, playing scrabble. You came to impress the masses, but you were having second thoughts. You realised that the only reason you agreed to this whole night out thing was to impress Roger.

It seemed to always be about him.

You pressed your head against the table, realising just how strong you’d fallen in love with him. It was pathetic to say the least. You had fallen in love with a rising drummer who is known to steal the hearts of many. How could one compete?

You had barely spent five minutes in the pub, but you knew it wasn’t going to be a fun night. You decided you were gonna tell him this whole thing was too much for you and you were going to head home. You stood up from your booth and went to the bar.

When you got there, you found several girls fawning over him; You felt that he was the Queen Helen at times, just like Helen, his handsome face could start bloody wars.

You hoped that maybe he would accompany you home and you could hang out, but it was obvious he going home with someone who definitely wasn’t you. You squeezed through the crowd of females, before Roger noticed you and called out your name.

“(Y/N)! Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He gestured towards the girls who cornered him into the tight spot.

“It’s fine. I’m just gonna head home, I remembered as assignment or two due tomorrow.” You lied, not really looking at him.

He was too drunk to hear you over the loud music, but he nodded thinking you said that you were going to head home with someone. There was a ping of jealousy that shot through his veins, but he ignored it. This was your night, he wasn’t going to stop you from having any fun.

You were a bit scared to leave all alone, but you quickly pushed those those thoughts away as you walked towards the exit. As you left the pub, rain started pouring. You rolled your eyes, sarcastically thanking the world for such great luck. You ran home as fast as you could but by the time you got home, you were soaking wet and too tired to do anything. You just changed into dry clothes and fell asleep on the couch whilst watching an episode of coronation street.

Why do all the red flags

Just look like so much fun, oh

I have a habit of searching for the damage

To share my love

You were out with your friend, Maria, having a chatting over some tea at cafe near the University. You were talking about random things that came to mind, until she brought up your love life.

“So, I heard you finally broke up with that awful douchebag, Zach.” She raised an eyebrow, hoping it was very much true. You just nodded in response, not really wanting to talk about it.

“Well, have you been out since?”

“Nope, but I did go to the pub with Rog the other night. I left early, but he went home with someone else.”

Your eyes lit up when you Roger’s name, but it quickly faded when you remembered he didn’t go home with you. Someone else ended up in his arms that night. Maria noticed this very clearly and did not hesitate to bring it up.

“Do you fancy Roger?”

She asked simply, taking a sip of her tea. You blushed, not really knowing how to respond. You hadn’t told anyone about your sudden intrigue towards him, so your mind was trying to find a response, before your friend answered the question herself.

“Oh my god, you have! You’re absolutely flustered.” She pointed at your cheeks that were as red as ever. She laughed at how embarrassed you were over it.

“Can you shut up! Nobody knows.” You scolded her, swatting her hands away. You drank some of your tea, to hide the increasing temperature of your cheeks as Maria calmed down.

“As much as I love your little friendship, that’s a really bad idea.” She said seriously. You put your cup down, listening to what she had to say.

“I mean no offense, but Roger’s well Roger. Literally everyone knows him as hot drummer you have to take home at the end of the night. You’re just you. You probably just fell in love with him, because you had no one else to love.

You were a tad offended by it. You could possibly in a relationship with infamous drummer, Roger Taylor, right? You thought she was probably just jealous that you had been friends since high school, while she was just another girl in the long list of girls that wanted to talk to him. You were also very sure loved him. You didn’t think of him as just some rebound that you’d stick with until you found someone better. You thought that he was that someone better.

You tried your best to assure yourself that you weren’t a pathetic loser who had fallen in love Roger throughout the rest of your meeting with Maria.

In the end, you didn’t really succeed and you were starting to hope your infatuation was just passing.

People will tell me that I messed up

And it wasn't love

And I'm secretly hoping they are right

“Hey (Y/N), I’m sorry I let you leave alone.”

Roger suddenly blurted from across the couch. You raised your head up from the book you were reading. You wondered why he had brought it up in this particular moment. You were both across each other reading books when he had brought up the subject.

This was the first time in a while that you were together, silent. You have been refrained from seeing him too much, because you were trying to let your crush on him die in peace, but it just wouldn’t. You decided today you’d have a lazy saturday and lounge around. It just so happened that you both decided to read a book in the living room right after breakfast.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not really sure if he was talking about that night.

“I mean the first night you went out in a while. I thought you said you were going home with someone else.” He said empathetically completely putting down the book he was reading to join you on your side of the couch.

“It’s fine really, don’t worry about it.” You said going back to your book, continuing where you left off. That was when he stole the book from your grasp and tossed it aside, allowing you to focus on him.

“Ro-”

“It’s not okay. You were still recovering from asshat, Zach. What if he had found you that night?”

You just realised that possibility; you hadn’t noticed it with everything running through your mind that night, but you thought it was fine now. You were fire. Everything was fine.

“It’s fine I ran home, it was raining.” You said, looking away. Roger frowned seeing you weren’t going to budge. He scooted back the slightest bit and gave you some room to breathe.

“I just care about you a lot.” His whisper almost was almost inaudible, but you not absolutely.

“I really am fine. I’d tell you if I felt otherwise, promise.” You said looking back at him, meaning what you said. He sighed, before speaking up again.

“Then why have you been avoiding me the whole week? It’s like I barely even see you anymore and we live in the same apartment!” He said throwing his arms up. You bit your lip, wondering if this was the best time.

“Rog, I don’t think it-”

“Please.”

He looked at you pleadingly. He did not like not seeing you, he hated it. He missed the way you lit up a room with your smile. It was like his sun had been gone the whole week. He was starting to worry if he had done something wrong and that was when he remembered the night you both went out.

When he came back home in the morning, he saw you still sleeping on the couch. He realised he had misheard and you had actually gone home by yourself. He had been filled with guilt since then.

“I think I love you, okay?” You admitted quietly as you looked down, fiddling with your fingers.

“You think?” He asks. He was obviously ecstatic at the idea that you loved him, but wondered why you thought so. He wondered why you weren’t sure.

“It’s just that you’re you! I don’t know why I just fell for you all of sudden. I started noticing all these little things about you and they just made me fall deeper and deeper. I thought it would just go away, but it hasn’t. You keep me up at night, Roger Taylor.” You finished, taking a deep breathe.

“What if I told you I loved you too?”

“Well then I’d guess I’d have no choice, but to love you back. I mean this whole wanting to kiss you and everything isn’t going away.” You joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Well, I’ve loved you for quite some time, if you must know.”

“Yeah that’s funny.”

You laughed, while Roger did not really know how to respond. You thought he joking back, but he was dead serious. You realised this and stopped laughing abruptly.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, you’re really just oblivious aren’t you?”

You blinked once and pinched yourself to ensure this wasn’t a dream. You were surprised to find out it in fact was not. Your (E/C) eyes went wide as you looked at his blue ones, which were waiting for any kind of response.

“(Y/N)?” He asked waving a hand in front of you. You snapped out of your trance and tried to speak, but it all just came out as jumbled words.

“Me? Like? You? Too? Some Time?!” You mumbled as Roger laughed at the priceless look on your face. You seemed to be absolutely surprised to this revelation. Two people who have been best friends and living with each other for over 5 years fall in love? You thought it didn’t add up.

“I could just save you some and kiss you if you’d like?” He said as your stomach did backflips at the mere thought of it. You nodded as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.

You hummed happily at how sweet it was. Funnily enough, the kiss was what brought you back to reality; you started to kiss back. Your lips were both in sync with one another as if they had been aching to meet each other for such a long time. When you both pulled away, all you could think is about kissing him again.

“Yes I do love you.”

“Sure?”

“Positive.”

Oh, I really hope I don't love you

~~~~~~~~~

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP. 3 (Cont.)

“aight fellas im here for the fortnite session where we droppin boys”

Hibiki shows up, ready to participate in this four player game of sociological tension.

“hope hibiki’s doing okay. im worried about her. ryoko, stop resting your arm on my head.”

“ryoko does as ryoko pleases baby”

Vibrates angstily.

“im missing my wife for this guys please lets just do this”

“wish i had a wife too instead of this vase filled with fucking ashes” SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP

The squad analyzes the statistics of all Noise outbreaks over the last month to see if there’s a pattern somewhere. Somehow, Hibiki is regarded as an authority on this, despite being just a normal girl.

This is not the face of someone who has a degree in Noisology, let alone even listened to a Noisia album.

“looking photogenic while this girl describes how these horrible, lovecraftian entities butcher entire populations will look great on my acting resume”

Strained sounds of holding back laughter at this absolute clownery.

*coughs quietly*

Exposition goes on about the UN acknowledging the existence of Noise, but them existing for far longer, existing in myths as demons and monsters of long ago. This makes little sense, but fuck it, just roll with it. They also say the Noise is rare, but this being Symphogear, the Noise will be here forever, until the end of time.

“its like the noise are a metaphor........................”

Hibiki, looking dead inside as the average overnight studying student would, muses whether someone is behind the noise. She also asks if you can hear the sound of one hand clapping.

Tsubasa makes a very relevant observation that the school is smack dab at the center of all these outbreaks. In retrospect, you probably should have asked her first. She points out it may be because someone wants their get their hands on the almost complete relic hidden away in the 2nd Division: Durandal. Why anyone wants an old ass french sword is beyond me.

“yeah i can do exposition too, fuck you”

Finished relics are extremely rare and as a result extremely powerful. Incomplete ones are pretty powerful, but need to be rebuilt a bit.

“i discovered all this, conveniently, as the only person left to do so! totally not suspicious at all.”

“anime plot hurting brain. bullshit levels make think no good.”

“wish i got hired for a macross anime instead, they get to go to space”

“being meguca is suf- wait, im confusing my roles”

The exposition goes on to note that America wants the relic. This is one of the few shows that depicts America in a very serious and antagonistic light. America never cooperates in any useful way except once.

“it should would suck if someone was sending us them noise monster all on purpose-like”

“yeah............! suuuuuure would suck.... mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm...”

Tsubasa and Ogawa quietly plan idol ruminations. This animation used to be far, far worse.

This is the moment where Tsubasa becomes sword-kin. From here on out, she will always refer to herself as a sword. This is law. Literally every single season has this same deal. She believes she is a sword. I know it’s not literal, but I like pretending it is.

Succ Intensifies

“gonna get her number later after the season is over, damn”

Hibiki muses on the nature of war.

“why we gotta fight”

“cause yall suck”

Ryoko then says some very not nice things that we’re just going to walk right around because Ryoko is a little bit of a weirdo and should probably keep her flirting to the short haired lady working on the bridge.

“i will call the cops, lady”

Hibiki starts her next day at school as she spots Tsubasa during her choir class.

“forget my nintendo switch with the latest smash bros game in the classroom goddamnit”

“hibiki please tone down the gay for five seconds while we try to get through this dumb singing class in one piece”

“i smell a homewrecker”

“THE GAY CAN NEVER BE TONED DOWN, IT CAN ONLY BE TONED”

Hibiki is then fed by multiple classmates for this statement.

The Anime Janai crew is fond of Hibiki, much like a group of Lords being fond of the royal court jester. Hibiki clowns it up by working on a report she procrastinated until the very last minute. “Your life sure is an anime!”, one of them says. Hibiki then says, “I wish!”. They smile in unison at the irony.

Look at how they mock the threads of reality. Absolute monsters.

Hibiki nails the report at the skin of her teeth, Miku’s gonna get ready for the meteor shower, everyone’s real fucking happy, the evening looks peaceful, all is well.

“i cant wait to do all these fun things we promised several times over!”

Unfortunately, the worst case scenario happens.

Her tiddies start ringing.

“no.... fuck.... my tiddies... they’re ringing...”

She knows now she cannot go.

In retrospect, she probably could’ve blown them off. I mean, what are they gonna do? Fire her? She’s practically irreplaceable. Alas, her conscience is too strong. The ringing from her tiddies too loud to ignore.

“okay im back for the thing you promised we’d do repeatedly that we planned for a good amount of weeks now”

“...”

“i got fucking ghosted didnt i”

“cannot fucking believe i got ditched on my hot date with hibiki. bet its because her tiddies rang, isnt it. always her and her... GODDAMN tiddies ringing ALL THE TIME. LET ME BE WITH HER... god...”

“bae. im sorry. the tiddies rang. i have no choice.”

Miku tries to keep it together. Neither of them are happy about this state of affairs, and rightfully so, because it’s fucking stupid. Hell, it would have made more sense of Miku knew but still got jealous anyway, because she feels her job is establishing too much distance! And they talk those problems out instead of issues that only arise if everyone’s a goddamn moron about communication!

“but thats the point of the pl-”

NO! IT’S NOT CLEVER! IT’S FRUSTRATING! THERE ARE CLEVER WAYS TO SHOW A LACK OF COMMUNICATION BESIDES A CHAIN OF OBSTACLES TOO STUPID TO EXIST!

Miku takes the whole thing with grace even though I’m absolutely certain she threw her phone at the wall in raw, gay frustration.

Hibiki, understandably, is pretty fucking pissed.

“im gay. im angry, and im gonna fuck yall up for RUINING MY DATE AFTER HAVING FINISHED MY DAMN REPORT”

Hibiki fights the Noise. She’s gotten slightly better at fighting, but for now she’s still sorta trash at it. A grape themed Noise throws bombs and crushed her under rocks from a ceiling.

You’re a student. You’re the lone survivor of a concert that you got flak about for years. You go to an institution for singing with your best friend and basically get shoved into a life of crime fighting unwittingly. Your only teammate hates you and tried to kill you. You don’t get to hang out with your best friend anymore. Your teachers hate you. And you’re losing against the abominations that may have potentially warped your life negatively, forever.

This is probably the pivotal moment where Hibiki fucking snaps and decides she ain’t taking shit anymore. She’s not at her strongest yet, but mentally? She has decided to tell the world to go fuck itself.

“MY WIFE THINKS IM CHEAAAAAATING, MY TEAMMATE THINKS I SUUUUUUUUUCK, AND I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT”

My, Hibiki, what big fangs you have. All the more to grit your teeth and beat the shit out of things with, I assure you.

Needless to say, even without having the skill, she’s starting to understand and get more comfortable with the full extent of the power her suit provides her.

She’s gotten so mad that even the illustrators are afraid of her.

To note: this isn’t just anime drama silhouette stylization. She is actually physically turning into a red eyed shadow. You’ll know why later down the road.

“YOU WANNA FUCKIN FIGHT ME NOW TSUBASA? HUH? HUH? YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ FIGHT ME?!”

Needless to say, her rampage goes on for a while.

She manages to dispatch all the Noise except for the Grape themed one. Up in the hole it made, she sees the meteor fall from the sky...

Wait, look closer. Is it a bird?

A plane?!

No, it’s...!

“i aint gonna tell her i just did a wish on her”

Sword!

“why the fuck does SHE get jetpacks?!”

Hibiki randomly yells out she wants to protect things too, for absolutely no real reason. Who would even break the ice with that. Hibiki, please.

They sorta stare each other down in a field awkwardly, like a bad high school reunion. But, a mysterious voice breaks out of literally fucking nowhere.

“didnt know they legalized gay marriage in japan already, otherwise id be showing up to this joke of a marriage sooner, you absolute buffoons”

“did this bitch just insinuate id waste my time getting married to this complete idiot, let alone even contemplate getting married in a public park as opposed to having a customized karaoke based marriage in the FUCKING HILTON?!”

“hey time out dont say that shit im already married and my wife already feels enough like im cheating so please keep those comments to yourself okay please”

“eat my ass, nerds. id tell you to come to the park in 15 minutes for an ass kicking...

but we’re already here, now aren’t we?”

[hiraethstill]

THIS WEEK ON DAIYA NO ACE (7/9)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! 

LIVEBLOG:

itsuki comparing him to senbatsu performance ah yes

aaaaaaand of course carlos and shirakawa's voices are here to attacc me again

ugh i still love serious/self-reflective mei

cmon furuya my dude you can do better

oh thats a rather nice shot of eijun, serious face and all

amahisa voice... back of my mouth/top of throat... nice

interesting, i felt most of the ichidai players near where kousei was in my throat, and then a bunch of seidou players juuuust under them

whoa and then amahisa's voice just dropped to low throat damn

okay enough of my maybe synesthesia for now

SHIT MASASHI YOU KNOW SPLIT SECONDS COUNT SO MUCH MORE IN FIELDING

its okay toujou is running for it... running for it...

two runs okay nice ichidai nice

haha even kousei's like "that wasnt a great hit yall"

toujou being supportive, i Love Him

omg masashi and that "immature" aura lmaoo

mm furuya blaming yourself will only mount the pressure... i get it tho, and its hard not to take it harder than you should when you initiate every play

lmao miyuki you left your mitt there a second or two too long ;)) 

nice shot of miyuki's eyes!

i always love the firstie reaction faces

god i love taku's v oice

(and his everything but we been knew)

fuckin bless kunitomo tbh?

mei just shaking on the floor of the dugout... i Feel that

shit... the 5 on the scoreboard... seeing this in color is as jarring as in the manga

take him OUT kataoka

mm and this was the right music choice too

if you won't sacrifice the team for furuya alone then you wouldnt be watching the team crumble bc furuya is breaking under the pressure dammit

coughs in boyfriends (with bonus height difference)

ah... akamatsu and that smile i dont trust lmao

dont get me wrong i like him but i cant trust him

eijun... your anger is SO justified

you know its bad when ochiai himself is calling kataoka on his bs

substitution finally

oh shiet nishino is in the stands pleasantly surprised that sawamura is going in!!

hmm maybe not exactly what furuya needs rn but i appreciate the bluntness miyuki

"i know my role" eijun, you've really grown so much

nabe the loudest sawamura cheerleader

KHJSKDLH eijun breathing in the Mound Air

TAKU is so suprised that he's still doing his spiel omg bby you'll Learn

and koushuu's aura as usual lmaooo

loving this look ayy

and this one

and this one?????

that switch from sawamura's back to front jarred me a bit

thought it was switching from furuya's back to sawamura's front for a moment

ANOTHER GOOD EIJUN

BABIESSS

wow kuki's voice left a little whoosh thingy in my throat? that was interesting and kinda nice

asada is so in awe of sawamura-senpai i cry a lil every time

inside i mean

omg thats a Great pose sawamura (not gonna post because i got too many eijun screenshots already haha)

another nice shot of miyuki's eye

YES THAT WAS A GREAT PITCHING SEQUENCE but it looked too familiar hmmmst

AMAHISA'S FACE LMFAO

SAWAMURA DID THE BIG DICK ENERGY POSE:TM:

we always love miyuki being in awe of sawamura

aw all the fielders pumped up and encouraging

AND ANOTHER GREAT EIJUN SHOT

"a much better pitcher than i realized" isnt it sad how thats everyone @ eijun

OKAY BUT EIJUN'S EYES RIGHT THERE

AND THE W E I G HT OF THAT FOOT PLANT I FELT DEEP IN MY RIBCAGE

holy shit a noTHER great eijun shot

kataoka is: shook.jpg

god this announcer has it right, eijun really comes through

the MANAGERS LOOK SO PROUD

BOYFRIENDS.JPG

but also asada x eijun rights bc asada is gushing about how incredible sawamura is

with a really loud excited voice too!!!!!

he's so fuc k in cUTE

lmao teito coach and all the other teams/coaches realizing sawamura's potential long before seidou does

we stan harucchi and mochi hyping sawamura up

eijun looks so pretty in the shot where he takes his hat off... and he's frowning so intensely too...

hmm... i dont like that this scene happened without the buildup, it came out of the blue

also in the manga didnt kataoka say something more like "you really saved us, sorry you had to"

why does eijun's hair look so floofy i wanna pat too

and yeah, his anger is justified here too... they basically using him rn

wtf ochiai werent you literally the one saying they needed to switch pitchers can you please just. appreciate the damn boi already.

this awkward encouragement of eijun's batting lmao, why dont yall give him run support instead, and wait til he improves batting

taku noticing the bench cheering up! sawamura-senpai really is a moodmaker

had to pause for taku's face lmao

omg he's also saying eijun can change the whole stadium's mood and honestly??????

this music... and those gritted teeth... like Yeah, i Agree

what? it over?

preview

ooh i hope kanemaru gets a chance to shine

omg eijun really has a thing for hips

yooo another blessed eijun shot omg

SUMMARY / TLDR:

r.i.p. furuya

ochiai calling kataoka out on his bs

MUCH MANY PRETTY EIJUN SHOTS

firsties and other teams/coaches realizing eijun's potential long before seidou

eijun's anger Justified

taku spokesperson of firsties?

eijun AB next!

[blurrybowers]

secret notes || patrick hockstetter

I combined these 2 requests:

request : “Hey can you do an imagine of where y/n finds a secret admirer note in her locker and after a couple weeks has a plan and wants to see who’s putting them on her locker, and sees Patrick putting them there. Then one day after the bell she goes to her locker and sees Patrick putting another note in and then he panics and runs out on y/n and she runs after him and they admit they love each other.”

“Could you do a patrick one where the reader hears him screaming in the sewers and saves his punk ass from pennywise but pat runs away from her cause he’s embarrassed but sneaks into her room that night ? ”

OK THIS IMAGINE HAS TAKEN ME A OVER A WEEK TO WRITE…YALL better love the fuck out of it. There is also a few time skips but you’ll get what’s going on!  This is my longest imagine so far.

word count: 2000+

•••

Annoyed and exhausted, I unlocked my locker, shoving my books into the small, slender space.  The day had finally come to a close, after what felt like days. I didn’t have any homework so after throwing the books from today in there I was satisfied. I went to pull out my army green jacket and as I did a blue sticky note slid down my locker and daintily landed on the floor in front of me. Quirking an eyebrow, I kneeled down and lifted it off the ground, it read in messy lowercase letters:

you look really pretty when you wear blue, it’s my favorite color on you.

I was at a loss who could’ve wrote me the short note. Glancing down the hall for any possible admirers, I was only met with the eyes of the creepy, old janitor from Michigan. He looked at me and sent a daunting wave in which I widened my eyes and looked away from his perverted self. It was a boy’s handwriting, messy and rushed.

•••

Days went by, weeks even and those notes always ended up in my locker. They complimented me or told me to cheer up when I was feeling sad but they never had a name signed with them. I could only imagine who it could be, maybe Ben? He was always really shy around me but I knew he could write well. Or how about Eddie? He always got really nervous when he was talking to me. I was determined to find out who was leaving me the secret notes. I needed a plan. Pondering on what could be a clever idea, a flawless plan came into my mind.

Get there before the note does. I glanced at my watch, 7:43 a.m. , no one was at school yet, except a few teachers and some students who came for extra help. The note had always been in my locker by 2:30, never earlier. Today, I was going to find out who was leaving me the secret notes.

•••

I waited behind the corner, having a clear view of my locker. It was 2:28 and I knew whoever my secret admirer was, would be in view soon. As I started to fidget, nervously playing with the strings on my skirt, I heard shuffling in the hallway. I peaked out from behind the corner I was standing in, to see Patrick Hockstetter. He was playing with his lighter. It wasn’t a shocker he wasn’t in class, he skipped like it was his job. I rolled my eyes, considering he was too much of a toolbag to even attempt to learn. Thinking he was going to walk down the hallway, my eyebrows knitted in confusion as he stopped in front of my locker. He looked both ways down the hallway, seeing if anyone was around. I gasped and ducked, hoping he didn’t see me.

Waiting a few seconds, I peered again, still hidden. There he was, folding up a blue sticky note and shoving it through the vent of my locker. Shocked was an understatement… I was at a loss for words. I decided to call him out on his rather romantic actions.

“Patrick?” I questioned, coming into the view of the lanky boy. His eyes widened and he tried to look like he was just leaning against my locker, not putting something in it.

“Uh hi? What are you doing talking to me? Fuck out of here loser, before I kick the shit out of you.” He threatened, trying to sound intimidating but I could see his hands twitching and his leg shaking. He was nervous, nervous I saw him.

“You’re the one who’s been putting notes in my locker!” I exclaimed, calling him out. His pale face quickly turned bright red and he blinked a few times. Patrick quickly caught his composure and coughed a shaky laugh.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ b-bout. N-Notes?” Patrick tried to sound confident but he failed. He sounded like Bill Denbrough. I glanced at him wiping his palms on his jeans, this kid was shitting himself, and I was loving every second of it.

“Oh please Patrick give it up. I just saw you.” I called him out on his bluff. He quickly looked around, making sure no one heard our conversation. He was so embarrassed, something I thought he wasn’t capable of being.

“Y/n, you’re a psycho and you’re seeing things. I’m outta here you weirdo.” He spat looking me up and down and making a grossed out face. I frowned and looked and my outfit, what was wrong with it? I wore a black denim skirt and a baby blue tank top.

“Why’d you just give me a dirty look? What’d I ever do to you!?” I screamed as he shook his head in disapproval running out of the school. Running away from the conversation we were in the middle of. I knew his ways, he was an asshole and a manipulative bully. But the notes he wrote me made me second guess my opinion of him. Multiple students rolled into the halls, shuffling to class before the first bell rang. I sighed, knowing I had to go to English class, a class I had with all his friends. Before walking to my first period, I glanced out the glass doors and saw Patrick glumly walking into the woods, far away from school.

•••

Finally the school day had drawn to a close. I finished chatting with my friend Mike before quickly saying bye, knowing I had to go home and get started on my unreal amount of homework.

The fastest way home was cutting through the Barrens, it wasn’t usually sketchy but what started as a sunny, warm day turned into a cold, cloudy one. I shivered slightly due to my lack of a jacket and felt the goosebumps graze my arms. As I neared the barrens, I navigated my way through the woods, passing the tunnel but not without hearing a blood curdling scream. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Any normal person would’ve ran, got the fuck out of there as quickly as possible. But me, being a sucker for anything with a little danger, decided to follow the pinpoint of the noise. The terrifying sounds were coming from inside the…sewers? Weird. As I neared the entrance, I hesitated, but decided to suck up the rancid smell of the grey water and began trudging to the source of the petrifying noise. I grabbed a stray metal pipe that was laying around, just in case I had to defend myself against what was lurking around the sewers.

The sound was getting louder and louder. I turned down a pathway and saw IT. There was Patrick Hockstetter, gasping for air with a large gloved hand wrapped around his neck. It was dim in the sewers but I could see a monstrous clown with a daunting smirk on his face. He was tall and had an egg shaped head? This thing was fucking hideous. Patrick’s eyes widened when he saw me. He sent me a pleading look.

The clown hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I had to do something quick, before we were both killed. I was super scared but I decided knocking it out would be the best option. I quietly snuck behind it, and like I was swinging a baseball bat, swung at It’s head. The clown winced in pain before falling face first into the grey water.

“Quick, we need to get out of here.” I instructed  to Patrick as we both ran out of the sewers. When we were finally safe, far from the sewers, we stopped for a minute to catch our breathe. I glanced at Patrick who looked unfazed by the whole situation, meanwhile I was still trying to comprehend what was happening.

“What were you doing near the sewers?” He spoke, breaking the silence between us.

“Why were you in the sewers? I was walking home and heard a screaming and I ended up saving your ass.” I spat with an attitude, I still hadn’t received a ‘thank you’ from him.

“I would’ve gotten out of there fine. I didn’t need your help Y/n. Since when have you thought it was okay for you to talk to me? We aren’t friends, get that through your fuckin’ head.” He remarked, gritting his teeth as he spoke and I frowned. He wasn’t ugly but his personality made him ugly. I never had put any thought into having feelings for him just because he wasn’t the type to have feelings, for anything.

He expected an answer from me but I didn’t supply him with one. I stood there with a blank expression and decided it was best not to snap at him, knowing what he was capable of. He let out a chuckle and just turned around the other way and began walking, away from me and away from our conversation.

•••

10:29 p.m.

Slamming my textbook shut, I released a sigh of relief, knowing I finally had finished my homework. Today’s incidents clearly had an effect on me since I was extremely exhausted. I jumped into my bed and wrapped myself in blankets. I closed my eyes, turning off the lights in my room until I heard a knocking on my window. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, slightly scared of what or who was out there. I grabbed my skateboard out of the corner of my room, ready to hit whatever was trying to come in. I opened the curtain to see Patrick crouching down on my roof with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I unlocked the window and watched him climb in effortlessly.

“What Hockstetter? What do you want at this hour?” I interrogated, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I wanted to say thank you.” He mumbled. Thank you? I didn’t even know the words could come out of his mouth.

“Well you’re welcome. I wasn’t gonna let you die in there.” I replied, shocked that he was being nice, for once. He looked nervous but still tried to keep his composure.

“I gotta tell you somethin’.” Patrick muttered, looking like he was about to tell me he killed my cat or vandalized my mailbox. I nodded, implying for him to continue.

“Um, I-I am the one who’s been leaving the notes in your locker.” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed of his actions. I smiled.

“I knew it was you! Why are you embarrassed? They’re so sweet.” I exclaimed in a whisper, knowing my parents were downstairs.

“Because I don’t do well with rejection and why would you appreciate them if you knew they were from me?” He questioned, interested in the conversation.

“I think they’re so cute and I wanted to say thank you for them. They really make my day everyday.” I complimented with a soft smile and he just rolled his eyes, clearly he doesn’t deal with stuff like this often.

“So…” He began not knowing how to change the topic but I shushed him.

“We’re not done with this conversation. Why’d you write those for me?” I asked, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to sit next to me on my bed.

“Cause you’re hot.” He frankly said. His words told me otherwise, saying how my smile could light up a room but I decided not to call him out on his sappy shit.

“Thank you. I think you’re kinda cute too.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. Calling Patrick Hockstetter cute was the last thing I expected to be saying.

“So um do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. This was the last fucking kid that would have a girlfriend, Henry would have one before he did.

“I’ll think about it.” I winked before pushing him towards my window. He got up off my bed and sent me an eye roll before climbing out my window.

I would probably date him, even if he was a little bit of an asshole. As I shut the window I saw he had left me a note behind stuck to the top.

goodnight, girlfriend.

That night, I slept thinking about how Patrick and how someone who was so rough on the outside was super soft on the inside.

———

My requests are open, I’m gonna try to do ones with plots that aren’t basic, I want to write ones with an unexpected or unique plot, just to make mine more interesting because sometimes I feel like they are slacking.  xoxo

[aggressivetapdancing]

It Had To Be You // Chapter 2

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: I’m actually proud of this yEET + ITS A SLOW BURN YALL WOO + It’s the next day, and your teacher has given time for the class to work with their partners. Nothing really special happening in this chapter, all i know is chapter three is gonna be more “interesting” ;))))

Warnings: Not proof-read so watch out for them typos

Words: 1.2k

“I’m going to pair you up with… Steve Harrington.”

Your eyes darted to the brunette at the front of the class, his eyes similarly darting to yours. He gave you a small smirk, before picking up his books and plopping down to the desk beside yours.

“Y/N… We haven’t talked in a long time.” He stated, desperately trying to make conversation.

Your teacher only smiled at the two of you, before turning to his next pair.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Part One

Chapter 2

“Y/N?”

No answer

“Y/N? Hello?”

Yet again, no answer

“Shit- Y/N come on, you haven’t spoken a word for the past twenty minutes. We need to get started on our project.”

Steve Harrington, a pain in the ass, was pestering you endlessly for the majority of your English period. You see, your teacher had given you a period to work on your plans for your poetry assignment, and during the past twenty minutes you’ve been here, all you could hear from Steve were nagging complaints and groans. He hadn’t got even a full five minutes of silence before beginning to bother you again, when you decided to finally speak up.

You rolled your eyes. “Get started on our project? What do you think I’m doing?”

“Ignoring me?”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

The brunette ran a hand through his hair, for probably the fifteenth time today, before laying his head to rest on his arms that were spread across the small table next to yours.

“I’m just saying- maybe we could actually work like- together on this? I don’t want to end up getting a bad grade since I didn’t contribute.” Steve pointed out, lazily dragging one of his arms to the surface of the table you were seated at.

You swatted it away, smirking slightly at his expression, before shoving a small stack of papers in his face.

“Are you finding my discomfort amusing?” Steve exclaimed, dramatically sitting up and placing a hand over his heart.

You scoffed. “How ever did you know?”

Steve only grinned at you, before taking a pencil out of his backpack. Well would you look at that, the boy did come prepared after all. Well- somewhat.

“So- what exactly am I supposed to work on?” He asked, while scrawling his name and date on the top corner of the page.

“I dunno, you tell me. You’re the one who wanted to work on it.”

“Wait- so what have you been working on the whole time?”

You held up your notebook, flipping to a page filled top to bottom with doodles.

“This.”

The brunette sighed exasperatedly, before scrawling down some notes again. You peered over curiously, noticing that his writing has gotten significantly neater since middle school- not that you cared anyway.

A silence wafted in between the two of you before Steve finally spoke up.

“How about this Saturday?”

You blinked. “What?”

“This Saturday.” The brunette began. “We could start our photography bit? Then we can finish sooner?”

“Well someone’s got this all planned out.”

He smirks at you. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Before you could answer, the bell rings, signifying the end of the period.

Oh thank goodness, it’s science. I don’t have science with Steve. You think to yourself.

Gathering up your things, you almost ran out the door before being stopped by, once again, Steve Harrington.

“Saturday- okay? I’ll go to your place. And I’ll bring a camera. Just- don’t forget alright?”

You rolled your eyes and shrugged his hand off your shoulder.

“Okay. I get it. Now goodbye, Steve Harrington, I hope you trip and break your leg.” You smile, sickeningly too sweet, before making your way to your next class.

Steve smiled to himself. “I wish the same for you too!” He called out teasingly, but you were already too far for you to hear. The brunette gathered up his things, also making his way to his class with only one thought on his mind.

This girl- this fucking girl will be the death of me.

The end of the school day had come by pretty quickly, and you were currently at Nancy Wheeler’s place, as usual, discussing the events that occurred during the school day. The topic was usually about the gossip that went around Hawkins's High, at least that’s what it’s been for the past few weeks- but today, it was Steve Harrington. The one thing you really just wanted to forget about- but you just couldn’t. And it was practically eating you alive.

“I mean- Why is he acting like this? Did he not remember ignoring me for half a year?” You ranted, pacing across Nancy’s small bedroom. She was laid across her bed, pillow exasperatedly over her face, desperately trying to block out anything you’ve been saying for the past half hour.

Yet, despite noticing this, you continued.

“Look at him! Oh- I’m Steve Harrington. I ignored you for half a year and never apologized or even explained anything about why I did it- but hey! Let me just act all friendly and nice all of sudden! Like nothing EVER happened!” You mimicked him, lowering your voice, and strutting around like a penguin.

Now, Nancy had caught this part, and stifled out a laugh, before you whipped your head to turn at her.

“Nance- Come on! This isn’t funny!” You groan, not being able to hold in your laughter as well, as you collapse next to her on the bed.

Nancy sat up, her laughter slowly fading away, before she eyes you with a look of suspicion. “Maybe he’s changed? Besides- why do you care so much anyway? It’s not like you guys were like- a thing?” She raised an eyebrow, before noticing your silence.

“Wait- Were you?” She then exclaimed, excitedly turning towards you with a look of eagerness spread across her face.

“What!? No! Ew- Yuck- No.” You denied, bringing your knees up to your chest. “He and I were never a thing- not in a million years.”

That didn’t stop the relentless teasing from Nancy though, oh no.

“Then why do you keep whining about him like he was an ex you’ve never had?”

“Because he’s annoying! And whiny!” You began.

Nancy only continued to tease you, a wide smirk appearing on her face.

“Then the both of you are a perfect match for each other.”

You chucked a pillow in her direction which made her laugh endlessly. “You didn’t deny it though!” She pointed out loudly, before ducking another pillow throw from you.

You groaned. “I don’t like him. I never will.”

Nancy nodded. “Then tell me, why do you hate him so much, even though what he did to you was like- years ago. What made you hate him so much today?”

“Steve is just really annoying. Sometimes I just want to punch him and his perfect face.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Perfect?” Nancy repeated, a growing grin spreading across that face of hers.

Your eyes widened with terror. “I didn’t say that!”

Meanwhile, your best friend danced across the room, chanting “Y/N loves Steve!” over and over again.

“Real mature.” You roll your eyes, groaning as Nancy made a heart shape out of her hands.

“Come on- admit it! Yeah- he’s kinda an asshole- but that doesn’t mean he’s not pretty?” Nancy admitted. “He’s a pretty boy- you’ve got to give him that.”

You rolled your eyes, (you were practically a master at that at this point) before sighing. “Just- let’s talk about something else. I can’t stand hearing Steve’s name anymore at this point.”

Nancy only nodded, before sneaking in one last “Steve” in the conversation.

Why do I hate Steve so much? Nancy does have a point- it was years ago.

While you nodded politely at Nancy’s attempt in conversation (obviously you weren't listening), only one thought ran through your mind.

This boy- This fucking boy will be the death of me.

And you hated that.

[thejamesoldier]

Opia

Part Two to this Part One!

Hi again! So this got a fair amount of praise so hopefully I can write yall a good story xx 

Summary: The a/b/o verse where Hydra fucked with Bucky’s hormones and temporarily made him a Beta (because they take orders better) as the Winter Soldier, but now that he’s safe at Stark Tower, Tony hires Y/n to help re-orientate him back to his natural-born rank as Alpha. 

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Chapter 2 - Phase 1: Get James To Relax

Okay its not even been a week and Phase 1 of Project Alpha J.B.B is already a mighty fucking disaster. And not in the sense that you didn’t get him to relax, which was the goal, the problem was that he actually became way too relaxed. 

Tony, being the nosy and over protective asshole that he is, decided to throw a little party with just the Avengers and their close friends as a formal way of welcoming you to their nest aka Stark Tower. It sounded intimate, only friends and family, but after you thought about it you realized there are kind of a lot of Avengers and a few close friends and family really makes the numbers multiply. You hadn’t liked the whole party idea,

1. Because that’s not advised protocol when trying to familiarize yourself with your new client

and

2. Because you hate parties, so

But Tony won out mostly because it is his house (or er, tower) you were both staying in so you didn’t really have a choice. In all honesty you wanted Barnes and you to move out and live alone as part of Phase 4, in order to get him away from all the noise and bustle and activity of the Tower that clouded his senses that were already struggling to color reality for him. 

You knew you would have to have a PowerPoint, three ten page essays, and four formal proposals ready to present to Tony The Mom and Steve The Dad in order to get clearance for Barnes to leave and live without them. 

As the party was on Saturday, you had an entire week to get a feel for the dynamics within this ‘Super Pack’ as you chose to nick name the Avengers. Sure you could pick up on the basic Alpha Beta Omega ranks, but individuals were more complex than that. Meaning certain Alphas are higher than others, same goes for the other ranks, and it takes skill to figure out those kind of subtle scent signatures and pheromone details. By the end of the week though, you had a solid layout of the ranks and relationship dynamics of and between everyone. What? You were fucking good at what you did. Though, to their credit, this pack was a lot more complex than any other pack you’ve worked with due to all the unique talents and gifts and abilities which slightly enhanced whatever their natural born rank was. 

You knew everyone by scent instead of just name-to-face. They were in your vault now; an omega like you never forgets a scent signature once you’ve committed it to memory.  

Most of the week you spend sorting all pack stuff out, but the other half of your energy was spent familiarizing yourself with the ridiculous large Tower you were now going to have to navigate and live in. There were DNA scanners that needed your fingerprints, eye scan, voice scan, scent signature, and it was honestly overwhelming. You had access to all the common floors (and your own floor, yeah you had your own floor which was ridiculous) and whatever Barnes allowed you access to that was on his floor. Even though Barnes was surprisingly willing to allow you full unrestricted access to his floor and personal bedroom, out of respect you settled on access to his living room, green room, gym, tech room, mini gun range, and foyer but left his sleeping quarters private. 

It just didn’t seem right, and James seemed to agree. Although you found he agreed with everything and anything anyone said, he obviously wasn’t comfortable making his own decisions, even ones as simple as picking food for a meal. That would be one of the first issues you would attempt to address with him. 

Through out the week you quickly gathered that Barnes, despite being temperate and sweet, was also stiff as a board and awkward. Outwardly he was constantly uncomfortable, always unsure, jumpy, nervous, and inwardly there was a darkness to how he treated and spoke to himself that broke your heart. 

That darkness disappeared altogether though the night of the party. 

Never in your life did you imagine you would ever see James Barnes drunk. I mean it was supposed to be impossible.

It’s currently Saturday night and Stark’s party is turning out to be a success, as all Tony Stark parties end up being, and you have being working on the same glass of lovely rose wine for the past hour and a half. Parties aren’t really your scene, but since you were going to be living with these people, and Barnes was going to be there because Rogers was going to be there, you thought it best to try and fit into their lives. The Avengers are all generally nice to people outside of their pack, and even if most of them are intimidating (not that you minded that, you were intimidating too) as is there nature, you still could see yourself coexisting quite well. 

You kept lazy track of Barnes as he bounced around with Steve from small groups of people throughout the room, currently they were drinking something Thor was uncorking and boasting animatedly about. Even though you were trying to get Barnes comfortable with you around, and did not expect him to be by your side all night or even come over, it was important and instinctual for the Alpha if not to make first eye contact, then to at least demand for it to be upheld. 

A good Alpha always makes sure his bond mate knows where their Alpha is, because Alpha means safety. Or at least that’s the primal part of it. Nowadays, with the whole Omega Rights Movement, Omegas are learning that they can trust Alpha mates (if they chose to have one) but don’t have to be singularly dependent on them. 

And since you are trying to re-orientate James’ mind into remembering his rank as an Alpha, you yourself have to know how an Alpha thinks, what their impulses are, what their primal instincts are in order to act in ways to either provoke that behavior or trigger it. But right now, Bucky is almost showcasing classic textbook Omega nervous behavior. What with how he is shadowing Steve, never meets anyone’s gaze for longer than three seconds, doesn’t look like he says anything without silently checking with Steve first. 

You sigh internally and take a big gulp of your wine, mentally going through protocols and which behavioral manipulative exercises you should try first with him. He’s going to be your toughest case yet. You get so lost in thought staring at your wine and swirling it around the glass like you’re stirring the ideas in your mind, that you don’t notice Barnes approaching you. Well, you could have been made to notice with certain Alpha grade sensory techniques Barnes has at his disposal but he is far from capable of that at the moment. 

“Hey,” James doesn’t necessarily slur but definitely prolongs the ‘ey’ as he sidles up to you. 

You snap your gaze up at him with genuine impatience, only to jump in your own skin when you see Barnes’ expression. He looks…no…it can’t be. Frantically you search his eyes and simultaneously sift through his client file in your head. Didn’t he say he couldn’t ever get drunk? Supersoldier shit and all? 

Instead of responding you just deadass stare straight at him and cock your head to the side a bit, eyebrows knitting low over your puzzled gaze. The dumbest, loosest grin ever crawls and plops itself sloppily on James’ lips as his eyes slow blink at you, one eyelid sticking longer than the other. 

You wait a couple of half alarmed-half verging on comical beats of silence before speaking, 

“James are you dru–,”

“S’nice,” James slurs over the beginnings of your concerned question, tipping into your space like a human leaning tower of piza.

“What?” Comes your emotionally whiplashed response as you slowly pull back, matching him inch for inch as he encroaches on you.

And before you can say anything further James honest to God whisper yells ‘Timber!’ and almost head butts you on his way to smashing his entire face (stubbled jaw and all) into your neck, taking a loud and long breath through his nose against your skin.

“Woah hey hi hello there!” You exclaim in a strange soprano key you haven’t broken up to before as you not so gently try to shove him out of your personal space. When that doesn’t work because shit he’s fucking strong you expertly slither your way out of his clumsy grabby hands. 

“More,” James growls fiercely when you manage to detach his face from your neck, which might have been threatening but the way he’s pawing at you like a attention-starved puppy sort of takes away the reality of actual danger.  

“More?” You ask through grit teeth as you wrestle him away from you like you would wrestle a fussy toddler into clothes. But James stubbornly keeps reclaiming his space in your bubble like a magnet that’s found it’s polar opposite. 

“I want more,” He demands again, this time not in a growl but a sensual grovel that vibrates under the meaty muscle of his chest that he purposefully presses to yours.

Before you can wonder what the actual fuck Bucky is talking about and why he’s suddenly displaying textbook Alpha behavior (okay maybe drunk Alpha behavior, but Alpha behavior all the same), Sam Wilson waltzes up brandishing a half full glass of gin and tonic and his classic megawatt smile. 

“Hey Y/n! I see you and Buck-pukey have gotten off on a better foot than ‘I dareth not get any closerth’!” Sam recites in a truly poor imitation of your voice and in an equally terrible Shakespearean rendition of the words you said to Bucky at the beginning of the week when you met. 

“AHHH!” James literally roars, teeth bared like a little lion, “Get away from her you SNEAK!” He declares in a lose loud threat, shoving you behind him with an unexpected amount of force and making a weird drunk growling noise (is that a thing?) deep in his chest. 

Sam and you catch eyes over James’ metal shoulder. But instead of the expected confused look you thought Sam would share with you, Wilson looks ready to fight–

“Sam is your friend James,” You interject stiffly to cut off Sam when he opens his mouth looking like he’s about to argue back. Avidly you to keep the hysterical smile threatening to take over your expression of absolute professionalism off your face. “You don’t want to fight him.” 

“Oh yes I do, now prepare to DIE you stinking tin bird,” James threatens and before you can respond to the utter ridiculousness of that statement, Sam beats you to it albeit in a less mature way.

“Take a shot you shitty arm wrestling machine!” 

The night really took a sharp fucking turn to the left that you weren’t at all prepared for. 

As you try to contemplate what the actual fuck is going on, Barnes keeps making that weird growling sound at Sam, who is in turn responding with a committed ‘You shall not pass!’ Gandalf reenactment (which now that you think about it doesn’t really make much sense in response to Bucky’s original duel challenge, but who cares they were drunk). 

It’s time you stepped in. Are they always like this?

“Grow up you two! James, stop making that noise and Sam put that drink down before you spill all over your Armani.” 

They continue to ignore you so you sigh and calmly set your long forgotten glass down on a nearby table. You flick your hair out of your eyes and slip out from behind James who is bantering pettily with Sam, making your way over to Steve who looks suspiciously spacey too as he chuckles animatedly next to a slightly swaying Thor. 

“Mr. Rogers,” You say and peruse your lips as Steve jumps and faces you, big blue eyes wide and a bit watery. 

“Y/n, ma’am, um please call me Steve,” Rogers – Steve – requests when he seems to finally focus on you. 

Ma’am? Okay…

You raise an eyebrow at the Captain but oblige him, “Steve I think Mr. Bar– James needs to be escorted to his room to rest for the night, or he and Sam will be calling each other names all night.” 

Steve immediately spots James and Sam where you left them arguing and rolls his eyes fondly. 

“Oh they’re fine,” 

“So they always act like hangry four-year-olds who missed nap time?” 

Steve slow blinks at you, similar to the way James did, “Did you just say hungry or angry?” 

You huff with mild irritation before forcing a smile and excusing yourself.

“Urban Dictionary it!” You smart playfully over your shoulder at Steve as you walk away to take things into your own hands. 

When you approach James its like his nose pulls his face around to you like a fish on a line. His eyes land on you and freeze for a moment, you can practically see the ‘Processing Error 305′ in his pupils before he realizes that you had been gone this whole time. James gasps in this goofy worried way and chucks his arms around you and hauls you into his chest. 

“You can’ go missin’ like tha on me a’righ?” James struggles to get out and he begins petting your hair as you try to wiggle out of his arms once again. Your efforts seems to have no effect on Barnes though, seeing as he just continues petting you and holding you flush to him, glaring over your head at Sam who’s currently finishing off some flourishing insult. 

“Come on let me go James, I won’t leave but I can’t breathe.” You say, adding the little lie about not being able to breathe (even though you could breathe just fine, in fact his scent was so alluring, so calming yet stimulating beneath the coating of trauma you would be content to stay there and try to figure out the scent signatures like a rubik’s cube all night). 

As you predicted James releases you with an odd coo, holding you at arms length and going almost crossed eyed as he watches the pulse in your neck beat in healthy time with your chest rising, apparently making sure you could breathe again. Rolling your eyes, you cautiously start to coax James out of the room. You send Sam a sharp stink eye when you see he’s about to further instigate trouble with the drunk mass of muscle in your arms by re-starting the petty banter. Sam snaps his mouth closed into a pout before skulling back the rest of his drink and sauntering off.  

“Come on I’ll walk you to your room, or er floor.” You say in a tone you usually reserve for children. Apparently it was needed at the moment though as James began yielding to your hands and letting you lead him away. 

James eventually gives up on trying to escape (to insult Sam again probably) and follows you willingly out of the party and into the private hallways of the Tower. It’s a minute or two of merciful silence as you walk side by side, before James ruins your peace. 

“S’nice,” He repeats what he said before as he again begins falling into you, snuffling his way to your neck. “S’mine.” 

It honestly catches you off guard when James grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you hard against the wall, tracing a trail with his nose from the base of your collarbone, up your neck, and around to the soft patch of skin behind your ear and back down again. Your head slammed pretty hard but you recover quick enough to register the scrape of – 

Are those his teeth against my Bond Spot?!

“James you can’t you’ll hurt me no!” You yell as you put all your energy into shoving him off you.

He pulls back, albeit a little wobbly and not because you shoved him but by his own will, and stares at you with these big deep endless argent blue ocean eyes. 

“I would never harm you,” James murmurs with his eyebrows pulled low and his irises shaking around wide pupils. Genuine. Meaningful. A moment of clarity in the haze of whatever it is that he’s drunk on.

You observe him for a second before gulping discreetly and quickly fixing your hair from his impromptu re-styling session. As he stares at you there is no intention of malice or dishonor in his eyes, so you forgive his unchecked behavior and add it to the list of ridiculousness that went on tonight. 

“You better not,” You warn before sighing and waving him to follow you, “Come on I’ll see you to bed.” Your voice takes on the tone of that of a mother coaxing a toddler to their room (which is honestly not far from the current situation). 

James watches you take one, two, three strides away from him before his gaze falls to rest on his metal and flesh hands. He giggles, the sound catching in his throat, at how funny it would be if he was holding purple feathers right now. James’ sways his weight forward and stumbles blindly after you. His drunk mind grasps desperately for entertainment after a few beats of renewed silent walking, and when his eyes find the blurry image of your butt displayed nicely in your skirt an uncoordinated grin slaps itself onto his face. He trips forward,

“HEY!” You jump as your hands fly to cover your behind, “Did you just pinch my butt?” Comes your disbelieving exclamation of surprise as an after math stinging sensation rolls through the flesh of your left ass cheek. 

James giggles louder this time, the noise cracking in a squeaky discombobulated way as he jogs to round in front of you, circling you and eyeing you like an animal…like an Alpha would. Huh.

“Beautiful butt.” Is all he has to say for himself as he continues to circle you with this odd little swag you have never seen him work before, ending up behind you again. 

“Well, um, thanks? But lets keep our hands to ourselves shall we–,”

“Woo!”

“James! I said hands off Mr.!” You whirl on him again, keeping both of your hands on your ass this time, protecting those cheeks from the wrath of Drunk Alpha James: A Menace. James laughs all loopy as this time instead of pinching your butt he had oh so gently – politely – tapped it. 

When Bucky stumbles to face you he leans in so fast that your noses accidentally boop. And before you can register all that is happening he speaks. 

“Catch me,” He teases randomly before taking off at an impressive sprint down the hall while attempting, to your great horror, to take his clothes off. 

When you eventually find Barnes he’s on the gym floor of the Tower (how in the hell did he get there so fast?) splashing around happily in the huge Olympic grade indoor swimming pool.

“Y/n! Y/n, the water is wonderful come play with me!” He cheers when he sees you come in.

You can’t do much else but stand on the edge of the pool rim and watch with your mouth dropped open as James Buchanan Barnes swims buck fucking nude in the gym pool. 

“I am Poseidon, God of the Sea, and you can be my mermaid wife,” Bucky explains very matter of factly as splashes around in the shallow end before becoming positively entranced with how the light dances off his metal arm under the water and letting out a tiny ‘Oooh’. 

“Hey Y/n, have you seen Buc–CKY?!” Steve calls jogging up to your side apparently just having realized his friend was missing from the party and about to ask where he’d gone, but chokes mid ‘Bucky’ at the sight of his naked best friend in the pool. 

“Jesus H. Christ? What was in that stuff Thor gave us?” Steve says before honest to God placing a fucking hand over his heart and huffing all scandalized like a passionate republican grandma in church. 

“Stevie!” James yells in a goofy shriek once he notices Steve’s presence beside you, the biggest damn smile on his face as he flails and splooshes in the water around himself, “You can be my brother Zeus!” 

Steve is about to respond in the best way anyone could to that particular invitation, when James begins to rise out of the water near the shallow end. This effectively cuts Steve off and makes your brain short circuit. James stands up just enough that the V of his hips glimmers in the artificial light above the pool, and his twig and berries stay safely blurred under the rippling surface.

You just simply didn’t have the strength to look away from all that glory – the wet dark hair, the shining beefcake chest, the light tangoing on the edge of his jaw, that magnificent metal arm (scars and all), the soaked happy trail…

Though that didn’t stop Steve from going all Grandpa on you and covering your eyes with both of his large hands (like one wasn’t enough?), hissing a chastising ‘Bucky!’. 

What the hell was your life? 

A watery grunt pulls you out of your head and ends the moment of hysteria swiftly. James is in pain (how you knew that from just a grunt was beyond you).

“My, my head is throbbing,” James sure enough declares as his drunk stupor wares off a little and discomort starts to replace it. 

His system must be working whatever it is he took or drank out fast. 

“Now will you listen to me?” You huff as you snag a towel off a neatly folded stack sitting on a nearby lawn table. “Steve, can you make sure James’ bed is turned down and that there is a proper dosage of advil on his side table accompanied by, like, five liters of water?” 

Steve nods, mock salutes you (or at least you think – fucking hope – it was a mock salute), and takes one last worried glance at James before trotting off. Rogers smacks his toe on the door on the way out, you roll your eyes. 

Stupid fucking drunk alpha supersoldiers. How in the heck were you roped into all this again?

You wade down onto the pool steps and begin beckoning James into the harbor of your open towel-draped arms. As he gets closer you realize that if your gaze lowers from its current place at the cleft in his chin, you will see his dick. You slap yourself mentally and quickly wrap him up the second he’s close enough to hug into you.  

“Y/n I hurt,” James whimpers like he just aged back twenty years. It should sound weird and silly, but it’s honestly the purest thing you’ve ever heard. 

You sigh, “Alright it’s okay Stevie is making sure your bed is all cozy and I’m right here.” 

He nuzzles into you which you stubbornly admit is sweet, but it also makes it extraordinarily difficult to assist him and yourself safely out of the pool. You eventually get the both of you onto dry level cement, and a thought hits you. 

“James,” With your eyebrows scrunched and a drunk alpha supersoldier blocking most of your visual field, searching the ground for James’ magically missing clothes becomes a difficult task, “Where the fuck are your clothes?” 

“I ate ‘em.”

“WHAT?!” You cry in complete panic, grabbing him by the shoulders and wrenching him to face you. 

A slurred cackle leaks from the hopelessly adorable smile on his face at your alarmed and worried reaction. I mean at this point you were so off from normal drunkenness you were taking no chances. 

“Got ya,” James murmurs before his happy expression wipes back to muted pain, he exclaims a soft ‘owie’, and then literally shoves his nose right into the soft warm alcove of your neck. Again. He takes a deep slightly wheezing breath in, and exhales in one. big. wet. dog-like. HUFF. 

You roll your eyes for the millionth time tonight and battle your growing fondness/omega-related desires back into their respective cages. You ignore how right it feels for him to scent you (even as drunk as he is, and even though you didn’t give him permission), you ignore the way your body tingles for him, you ignore the safe feeling his presence alone gives you, you ignore how his voice finds a home in the marrow of your bones, you ignore how his touch stills your soul from a raging ocean to an untouched sacred pond. You just continue to dry him off and ignore. 

Eventually you make it to James’ room. Steve did his duty and left all and any needed care items out for you to easily find. James stubbornly hasn’t let you remove his nose from the spot on your neck where your scent is strongest so you eventually gave up trying to push him off and just shuffled with him here. Clothes were problem number one, and you saw Steve laid out a pair of soft looking sweatpants. 

“Okay James I’m gonna–,”

“Bucky, call me Bucky,” He mumbles, voice muffled against your neck. The warmth of his breath on your skin makes you repress a shiver.

“Okay Bucky I’m gonna need you to put your pants on for me,” 

He harrumphs crankily in retaliation, but only when you promise that he can temporarily return to your neck after, does he scramble away from you and hastily shove his legs into the sweats. You of course give him privacy and turn your back. 

The room suddenly goes very quiet. There’s no more clothing rustling against skin and metal or the sound of his breath huffing out in effort, and before you can turn around to check James – Bucky – runs his cold metal knuckles up the exposed line of your back (this is kinda what I imagine you wore to the party), following the bone road of your spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. When he reaches the top knob, he swipes his chilly fingers across the back of your bare neck. 

The shiver that ripples through your entire body could have been categorized as a seizure. 

“Woah okay,” You choke out as you whip around and take a healthy step back from James. 

“M’sorry,” James apologizes immediately, looking guilty for the first time since he came up to you this evening, strangling his metal wrist with his flesh fingers against his lower stomatch. “It’s harder to control impulses with the metal arm,” He offers sheepishly as he shrugs into himself and lowers his eyes, slipping out of the Alpha persona he adopted while more drunk. 

You notice he said ‘the metal arm’ and not ‘my metal arm’. It makes you impossibly sad for some reason. 

“It’s alright, here,” You say as the moment grows too intimate in the silence for your liking, too soon, too much. Holding the pills in one palm and the jug of water in the other hand, you offer them to Bucky with a twitchy smile. 

He takes the items cautiously, his flesh fingers shaking as they graze your palm to scoop the pills up, and his metal hand stiff as the fingers tick and whir as they grab the jug from you. 

Bucky winces after he downs the pills and the water, rubbing his right temple with his eyes shut tight, 

“Remind me never to drink anything Thor offers me again.” 

You don’t respond verbally only nod even though his eyes are closed, and quickly escape the room without a word. Bucky looks up at the soft sound of his door closing and groans as he flops on his bed. He won’t remember much of this in the morning. 

Once you are safely back on your floor and under the spray of your shower, do you let the unbelievable weirdness of the night settle on your shoulders. Your mind cards through tonight’s events with a fine tooth comb and automatically starts categorizing them, labeling them as medical and physiological notes in James’ client file in your head. When you eventually get out of the shower you type all of these down in James’ official file on your computer like an actual professional. 

When you finally get in bed, the last thing you do before falling asleep is whispering to the dark ceiling,

“What the fuck?” 

The next morning is stiff and awkward as everyone in the Tower recovers from last night. You are one of the first ones to head down to the common kitchen in search of breakfast as you hadn’t stocked your own kitchen on your floor yet. Getting off the elevator you shuffle in your usual morning lazy way down the hall, make a turn through a doorway to the seating area to see James (surprisingly) walking towards you about to leave. His head snaps up the second your scent caresses his nose.

“Y/n.” James doesn’t say your name like a question, its more like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud at all.   

Wasting no time, you pivot on your heel and start to walk away, ignoring James’ like he wasn’t even there to begin with. 

A warning growl wrenches itself nastily from James’ throat. It cause you stop and raise your eyebrows at the door you just came through. Mild amusement smears across your emotional pallet at James’ attempt to demand acknowledgment from you. He’s gonna have to do a lot more than growl at you to earn your respect. You knowingly let another silent beat go by before you dare his fragile Alpha instincts, and take yet another step away from him.  

Another noise claws its way out of Bucky’s chest, this time its more of an offended snarl than a growl.

You pause once more, but this time slowly turn back around to square the fuck up because last night was an absolute disaster. Bucky is the picture of a disgruntled Alpha (his drunkenness must have somehow cracked open that door Hydra chained up so tight): upper lip curled, teeth bared, shoulders high, fists clenched in deadly balls of bone and metal, heather grey eyes simply on fire. Once your eyes connected with his you kept it and held it firm - relentless. 

After a few moments of intense staring Bucky seems to come out of himself and his wound up expression loosens then drops completely, his eyes mirroring this change and widening out of their glaring slits. 

“I-I’m so sorry,” He stammers as confusion, frustration, then fear quickly overwhelms and devours him whole. “I don’t know where that came from – it was terribly rude,” 

As James continues to blubber and apologize you keep your gaze sharp on his eyes even as they flit insecurely around the room. You stalk towards him with all the grace and stealth of a lioness. He may be a mess, but he’s making progress. His reaction to you ignoring him was that of an Alpha. 

“I’ll never do that again, I just don’t know what I was thinking treating you like that–,” He cuts himself off when he finally braves a glance up at you and realizes you’re not two inches from him. 

By the time he registers the color of your irises you’ve grabbed him by the front of his thick stubbled throat and slammed him hard (similar to how he did to you last night) against the nearest wall, crowding unforgivingly into his personal space with a snarl. 

“You reacted the way you did because you wanted me to respect you,” You purr as you keep your hand the only source of contact between you, and hover your lips just above the cleft of his chin. He was tall goddammit. “And an Omega’s respect is earned and not so easily given, especially to a courting Alpha.” 

The wheels are spinning furiously behind Bucky’s eyes as he digests your words, they widen when you lean even closer and rise on your tip toes to line your faces up. Nose to nose. 

“You are far from being gifted such an honor by me, Alpha.” You spit out his formal rank title like curdled milk on your tongue, not feeling that he’s earned the right to be recognized – acknowledged – as an Alpha yet. 

There is a little anger in your heart at the way Bucky treated you last night, touching you like you were his when he hadn’t earned it, but you are doing all of this not out of a place of malice, no, but out of the will to force Bucky to accept the responsibility of his rank. Alpha, not Beta. You are trying to trigger his instincts but also provide him with answers as to why he feels the way he feels so he has ground to walk on instead of just floating aimlessly in unknown territory. 

This wasn’t Bucky’s fault, he wasn’t like this by his own doing. You had to remind yourself of that. But Alpha’s were severe people, all in their own ways of course, but severe. Bucky shrunk away from strength not because he was scared of it, but because he was scared of himself. Scared of what he was capable of. And by manhandling him and being rough with him, you’re showing him that you can support him. Whatever and however much strength Bucky has, you are strong enough to take it. 

The source of frustration that’s really getting to you though is the potency of his confused emotions and torn heart translates in exact measurement to his pheromones and scent; Bucky’s actually frustrating you on a molecular most basic natural level. As an omega it’s instinct to know who’s who, and Bucky is in between almost, transitioning and its making you uneasy not knowing for sure.  

Bucky looks exactly like he smells, shocked, confused, scared (not of you of course), cautiously offended, and….aroused? You smirk a little when you catch that among the chaos of his overall scent, and pull back from him only to close back in and this time tighten your fingers around his neck. Your eyes hop punishingly to and fro from his and you watch as a slow but sure wrath returns, churns and burns in the cobalt argent molten lava of his irises. 

There you are, you think as you match the growing ire and fury of the manhandled and disrespected Alpha resurfacing in Bucky’s eyes and leaking to contort his facial expression. 

You allow that energy in him to circulate generously through his system, letting him feel it in his blood and settle in his bones, before releasing his neck altogether and dragging your hands down the front of his cotton button-down in a quick sharp swipe, like a cat sharpening its claws on a scratch post. A little hiss slithers up your throat when you step back just as Bucky lurches forward at you, upper lip twitching to curl. 

Not quite there, but his body language is spot on so you give him some slack. 

You send him a quick wink to ease the tension of the moment into a more playful channel, and purposefully show him your back – letting him know you don’t see him as a threat – and swing your hips as you walk away. 

Bucky stares dumbly after you, not quite knowing what just happened but coming to the hesitant conclusion that he was okay with it, maybe even liked it. Liked the feeling of strength and power he used to so strictly associate with Hydra and evil and murder and death. As the aggression leaves him, tiredness takes its place and he sags a little as it trickles out of his system completely. He sighs internally and goes to find Steve. 

Okay so drunk Bucky was literally so fun to write. I hope you guys liked this part! Lemme know if you wanna :) xx